Plot: After finding yourself in the same situation day after day, a stranger with a camera happens to change up everything with just a snap of a button and a lot of misunderstandings.
WARNING: that smut/really angsty
(gif to rightful owner)
A/N: This has been in my drafts for like… two… (??) weeks now? I’m also dead on in the inside from writing this.
“He Keeps Eating All My Toaster Strudels.”
morning came after a day of nothing but laying in my bed.
alarm went off; I grunted and contemplated calling in sick; rolled
out of bed and showered – the usual routine. I didn’t even have
to wake up really early, I just didn’t want to wake up in general.
Every single time the horrifying bells woke me up I swore I had a
will be the death of me.
work I was surviving off my employee-discounted coffee. Caffeine was
my only motivation. Thank God mornings were slow – only an old
couple and someone around their early twenties stopped by. Usually I
would complain about being bored, but right now it was paradise to be
able to lean against the kitchen door and just relax.
slow, yeah?” The cook, Seokjin, sat down on a nearby chair, “I
hate just standing around doing nothing. It makes me wanna rip my
hair out – ya’ know?”
boy, do I.” I smiled as I straightened up, “It’s also nice
though. I don’t mind not having pissed off customers screaming in
my face. I’d rather have my ears on my head and not their spit.”
chuckled, “Luckily I don’t get to deal with those gems. I’d end
up whacking them with my spatula and losing my job.” He scratched
his neck and closed his eyes; a drowsy appearance swept over, “I’m
surprised you still have
does that mean?”
I figured you’d gotten a least a dent in the payments by now,” an
eye opened, “for at least some credits or a dorm room or something.
You’ve been here way longer than I have.”
I forgot he knew. “Oh…
yeah. Well, I guess I just haven’t really looked into all what I
have. I still need to pay rent and buy food and stuff. It takes a
while.” Shrugging, I slid down the frame and pulled my knees to my
chest, “And that’s the best case scenario – what if I don’t
even get accepted? I’m old for going to college.”
Don’t say that.” He pouted, folding his arms, “I still want to
go and I’m what, two or three years older than you? You’re making
me feel historic…”
don’t say that. You look much too young for your age.” I smiled.
much too formal – it’s fine to just be casual. We’re friends,
yeah?” He returned the grin and stood up, “Someone’s here. I
heard the bell.”
I also stood, smiling more but this time to myself, “we are.”
yawned and rubbed my eyes – I didn’t even bother putting on any
make-up this morning. The customers are welcome to not
stare at my face then. Practically
falling through the doors, my feet carried me to the cash register
and I lazily glanced around to see how many bodies had shuffled in. I
only caught one sliding into a booth and my hand reached for a menu
as I picked a pen up.
I need more coffee.
how may I help you…” I could feel my smile falter, “…Yoongi?”
up?” Gums appeared from behind his lips as I gently set the menu on
the table, “I just want coffee. It’s early.”
be right back with that for you.” As hard as it was, I managed to
still sound at least somewhat professional.
“Nothing else? No water?” My
heels turned quickly as soon as he shook his head; my legs stiff. Yet
you still avoid his gaze – how rude.
expression evened out as he looked at me again, fingers carefully
raising from his side to brush a strand of soaking hair behind my
ear, before it retracted.
can’t get enough of you.”
words echoed in my mind. They rang through my body as he quickly
looked away and excused himself from the bathroom. They spread
throughout my chest as I turned off the water and drowsily dried
myself. They appeared on the mirror as I wrapped myself in a robe.
They shook the walls as I carried myself to my bedroom. They came
from his soft breathing I heard in the living room as I passed by.
threw on clothes and my fingers messily combed through my hair as I
tried to fix it even though I knew it was pointless. Staring at my
bed, my first thought was sleep – but it quickly drifted to
Taehyung and I whipped my head around as I searched my cell phone.
Even though rationally I knew I could just speak with him in the
morning, I felt like it had to be done right now. It’s the least
you could do. After minutes of searching, I ended up by the
couch; staring at a sleeping body. I hesitated poking him – who
knew what he would react like? For all I knew he could rip my finger
off… how did he manage falling asleep that fast anyways?
are you doing Y/N.” It spoke and I jumped back – my finger safe
for now. “Are you okay?”
Jesus Christ you scared me.” I rubbed my face, wrapping an arm
around myself, “I just wanted to know where my phone was. I need to
check on Taehyung.”
oh! Yeah, it’s on the kitchen-island-thing. Sorry, I should have
told you.” He shuffled, turning around so he could look at me. I
thanked him softly – my attention fully on a counter with my lump
of a jacket sitting on-top.
footsteps seemed louder than normal – even if was just my bare
feet. Everything seemed loud. Everything seemed stiff. My thumb
flipped through the pass-code and scrolled through contacts until his
name popped up. Instinctively I pressed call and held the phone to my
ear. My eyes wandered around the kitchen as it rang a few times
before I heard a click.
How was your shower? How are you doing? It’s so late, why aren’t
you sleeping? You need sleep! Is Yoongi back yet? I told him to grab…
oh, well I guess he is or you wouldn’t have your phone.” The
voice in the receiver was rushed, a grin sneaking onto my lips as
caution dripped from his words.
was really nice Tae – I just got out like two minutes ago. You’re
not my mom, stop telling me when to go to bed.” It felt weird
talking so loud and cheerful. Silence was hovering through the entire
apartment not yet a minute ago but here I was. “I’m okay, I feel
better. Thank you for taking me home…”
no, please don’t thank me. It was my pleasure to take you home. I
just wanted you safe. Yoongi will keep you safe too – he’s really
pissed about what happened. I am too.” Taehyung seemed to be
starting to calm down. Calming down? “I’m not going to
drag on about it though, don’t worry. No one has to know if you
don’t want them to.”
know… thank you.” I suddenly became hyper-aware of Yoongi laying
on the couch behind me. “How do you know he’s pissed? He seems
the same to me.” My voice lowered slightly; I tried to curl into
the phone so Yoongi wouldn’t be able to hear me.
trust me. I’ve seen him upset a few times – except it was at me.
He’ll be nice to you though; if he’s not I’ll personally come
over and kick his ass.” It sounded like he was walking through his
house, most likely going to his bedroom since it was really
late. Now I feel bad for keeping him awake. “Are you sure
of course. I’m fine. I just really want to sleep this off. I’m
sorry I was such a wreck earlier.” A chill ran through my spine and
damn, I needed to turn up the heat. The tile floor wasn’t
helping much, either. “I didn’t mean to just… yeah. Just
the fuck are you sorry?” The shuffling stopped and Taehyung voice
snapped. At you. “Don’t you dare apologize. You aren’t
the one who needs to say sorry. That fucking breaks my heart that you
think you need to ‘say sorry’. You were not a wreck. If
anything, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were gone earlier.
I’m so sorry that happened.”
don’t be sorry. I’m not your responsibility. I’m just happy you
showed up when you did. I don’t know what I would have done if you
didn’t.” The words struggled coming out as my throat began
clenching around them. Don’t you dare cry again. “Thank
you so much.”
course. It is my responsibility to take care of you since
you’re my best friend. I don’t know what I’d do without you,
Y/N. I love you so much.” The shuffling resumed and his voice was
muffled. Just breathe. “Get some sleep. If you need me just
pick up your phone.”
love you too,” my elbows touched the counter, “you get some sleep
too,” suddenly all my weight was on my arms. “Thank you.” Just
breathe. I somehow ended the call – or maybe he did. I couldn’t
remember alone let alone form a coherent thought. Taehyung’s
right, I sniffled, just sleep. My eyes shut tight and
automatically my fists came to my cheeks. Calm down, why are you
even crying? He was pissed off? Because of you? This is
all because of you, you know that right?
couch creaked and before I could turn around, my back was pressed
against a chest and Yoongi’s arms enclosed around my own, “Hey,
hey.” The contact shocked me, making me flinch and attempt to pull
away. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not gonna do anything. I’m an
asshole, not a pervert.”
knew he was only trying to make me laugh, but in the end my heart
felt like it had just gotten stabbed because holy shit, Hoseok. I
felt like such a piece of shit standing there in the kitchen just
crying for some reason. Stop. I held my breath since you
can’t cry if you’re not breathing. In the shower my tears
were from the shock but now I was finally realizing what had just
happened. I was digesting everything. Hoseok wouldn’t do that,
why would he do that? Why would he -
hold your breath, you’re going to pass out.” I could feel the
heat from his mouth in my ear, which helped distract me from the ache
in my lungs that was beginning to form. “Y/N – breathe.”
probably love for you to pass out. Everyone’s had enough of your
crying for one night. You’re crying because one of your best
friend’s almost just rapped you, yet all you ever do is sulk about
how no one ever gives you attention? All your negativity does is give
you negative attention. You deserve this. You brought this upon
yourself. How can anyone respect you after this one? By becoming a
doctor? You don’t make enough – you’ll never achieve your
dreams or respect.
no, no.. Shit.” His arms where shaking me, trying to break from me
from my stubbornness. “Let it go. You’re just going to hurt
yourself – focus on me, please.”
Yoongi’s shaking only grew
with each time he repeated himself.
what you’re doing now? You’re freaking someone out. You’re
fucking doing harm to everyone around you now. The only person who
can stand to live with you is gone after this, sweetheart. Your time
is up. Why would he want to stay around someone who can’t even
breathe on their own? “I can’t get enough of you”? More like “I
can’t wait until I leave”.
Please stop.” Now he was rocking me side to side in a death grip,
“Whatever is going on, it doesn’t matter. You know what does?
Breathing. Don’t worry about anything else.” A
whimper left through my wrists, my hands still fists on my eyes.
“Yes, that’s it. Good job, you’re doing good. Just keep
focusing on me.” His praises kept flowing out his mouth as more air
escaped from mine until a sob eventually wrecked my body.
damn it, Y/N.
quickly as I gasped he spun me around and buried my head in his
chest. Yoongi’s hand soothingly rubbed my back which ended up
coaxing more strangled groans from my throat. The hands at my face
dropped down and clenched around his shirt; all he did in response
was shush me repeatedly.
the voice disappeared – or maybe it didn’t. I just couldn’t
hear what it was yelling at me anymore. Still though, the ache in my
lungs was replaced with the betrayal stinging in my heart and my
hands didn’t grab for something to hold onto but instead just for
comfort – which happened to be the shirt I was crying into.
But the more I cried into the shoulder the more pathetic I ended
feeling. Just look at what you’re doing.
M’sorry. S-stop, I’m ruining your sh-shirt.” My fingers dug
into his stomach in a weak attempt to push him away. “M’s-so
sorry you h-had to do this.” I leaned away from him. Get him
away from you, stop being so needy – it’s annoying.
you stop,” the arms tightened around me, “stop apologizing. You
didn’t do anything. First you apologize to Taehyung and now me –
stop. You don’t need to say anything. What you need to do is just
let me help you. It’s okay to cry, it’s normal. You should
cry; it’ll make you feel better.” He rested his head on mine, and
he surprisingly sounded grounded despite what was happening.
ticked away as we stayed slightly rocking in the kitchen. The
cold-ass kitchen. Slowly but surely my weeping quieted and evened
out until all that was left was occasional sniffling.
you okay?” Yoongi mumbled. I couldn’t help but feel jealous at
how easily he seemed to be breathing, but nodded anyways. “Are you
I was shocked at my own voice. I didn’t sound like myself. “I
nodded, lifting his head and letting go of me slightly just to begin
leading me from the kitchen and down the hallway. The entire time his
arm was wrapped around my shoulders as if he trying to steady me.
Which I didn’t mind much since fuck, I’m exhausted.
opened and closed the door, directing us toward the bed. My knees
gave out and I rolled onto the mattress, lifting the covers up and
over myself. Yoongi was standing awkwardly to the side when I looked
over, a forced smile appearing when our eyes met, “Do you need
Nodding, the male turned around slowly but the second he took a step
my heart began racing.
look he’s leaving you. Doesn’t this seem familiar? A little too
familiar? You know the second that door closes so does all the
communication between you two. Didn’t you see his face? He’s
done. Taehyung’s probably never going to talk to you over tonight,
wait. Yoongi?” I shut my eyes.
you stay in here?” Peeling my lids open, I slid lower into the
sheets. “Ju-just until I fall asleep.” He turned a little, just
so he could barely look at me. “Never mind. That’s… stupid.
Yeah just – sorry, I –“
I will.” He scratched his head, licking his lips. “Should I just
sit on the bed or…”
you want.” I feel bad enough for asking.
walked around to the other side of bed, sitting down and then
scooting more towards where I was laying down. Pulling his knees up,
his eyes avoided me. He seems so awkward. It was as if an hour
ago in the shower had never happened and it was back to whatever was
between us again. Then again, what you asked him to do was pretty
my fingers inched toward the hand that was closest to me, my head
turned slightly so he wouldn’t see what I was doing. Once my
fingers touched his knuckles, his head sharply turned and he stared
at the action. What are you doing? My fingers continued trailing
upwards until they reached his wrist, before gently wrapped around it
and tugging it slightly towards me.
eyes drifted up and bore into mine as a “Hey, what the fuck are you
doing?” but I quickly shook my head to excuse the lewd thought that
crossed probably both of our minds. Tugging again, he gave in this
time and leaned in towards me and propped himself on an elbow before
I rolled over and latched onto his chest.
don’t give a fuck if he hates cuddling.
you go…” I felt rude not being able to meet his eye, but in the
moment focusing on just sitting the damn coffee cup down right was
more important. After all, I’d rather not take a broken mug
out of my check. “Are you sure you just want coffee? We have food,
lifted the menu, offering it, “M’fine, but thanks.”
be back to check up on you later, then. You know it’s job to get
you to buy as much as possible.” I placed the coffee thermos near
the pile of napkins.
late is ‘later’?”
paused, what? “I, uh… ten minutes? Why?”
coffee alone sucks.” His voice pouted, “Plus you left early and I
haven’t seen you leave your room.” I looked up.
I didn’t…” I glanced around the tables for my boss, “I didn’t
really know what to say so I stayed in my room yesterday.” The last
thing I wanted was for him to think I was ungrateful, so I ended up
taking the seat across from him. “Thank you, by the way. What I
asked was really weird – what I did was weird.”
smile returned, “No problem. I don’t think it was that weird.
I mean, I’ve definitely done some ‘weird’ stuff to you.”
leaned on my hand, “So we’re even?” He shrugged. “Neat. Let’s
never bring it up again, yeah?”
for revenge.” Yoongi winked, bringing the mug to his lips.
nervous as I was for technically taking a “break” and risking
being caught, it felt good to clear things up with him. What mattered
more was the ease of my anxiety from being “abandoned” or
whatever. Though, the more he kept staring at me the more I felt bad
for not putting on make-up in the first place. How ironic.
are you here?” Adverting my eyes, I broke the silence. “It’s
early – for you.”
Yoongi froze. “Right… about that. I, uh,” from the corner of my
eye I saw him nervously lick his lips and lean back into the cushion,
“I have a doctor’s appointment. And it takes, like, two or some
hours to get there and… uh, well then I have to sit in the waiting
room and then deal with the doctors and then… yeah, you know what I
mean? So that’s why I’m up this ‘early’.”
you came to get coffee? We have coffee at the apartment. I know you
know that, too – since you always fucking drink all of it.”
Forcing a laugh out hurt this time. Shit, was that wrong?
“Wait, no. That came out
wrong. I’m sorry. I meant more of an ‘oh, why waste the money?’
The coffee here isn’t any
I know what you meant.” Surprisingly he chuckled, “I just wanted
to see if it’s improved. Which it has – it’s not as bitter,
though it has room to improve.”
have cream and sugar, don’t know why you’re still complaining.”
I unconsciously bit my lip. “Then again you really like to, so.”
I do like my coffee like I like my women,” he smirked as I raised
my eyebrow, “’bitter’.”
jaw dropped, “Am I bitter?” Did he mean that about me?
shrugged, “Sometimes. Though I wasn’t talking about you.”
returned to shift promptly after because wow, that was
rude. I also wouldn’t have
enjoyed getting caught taking an unscheduled “break”. Ten minutes
later Yoongi left, and while leaning up the booth I found myself
cursing him out for not even leaving me a tip. He happily
raises not only my water but also electricity bill and doesn’t have
the decency to help out.
Shrugging it off, I quickly became distracted when another
older couple came in.
rest of the day was a blur. Things started picking up around four
when kids got out of school and parents got off work. More than a
couple of times I was surprised to find myself envying the
families. I couldn’t say I wanted that life, but I wouldn’t hate
it. Perhaps it was just myself longing for my parents. We
used to do that. Ironically
instead of enjoying the time I had with them, I moved away as quickly
as I could. How cliché.
them was the hardest part. My first-hand experience of seeing the
siblings poke fun with each-other and the parents scolding them
before quickly apologizing was… upsetting? You should be happy
for them. They’re happy, they are doing what they love. Naturally
I dismissed all the embarrassed and annoyed faces, wishing them a
good meal, before I rushed back to the kitchen for the next table.
Why aren’t you?
the clock started nearing eight the younger and elderly crowd rolled
out and in came what the staff referred to as, “The Lovers”. It
was the perfect time of day for young adults and middle-aged couples
to have a quick date night. Though cute, it was just as equally
annoying. Not to mention most of them left a mess from doing who
do you love?
they cute?” Wendy, one of the other waitresses, cooed as she swung
through the kitchen doors. “The couples?” Seokjin hummed in
agreement and Wendy grinned.
guess you could call them cute.” Shrugging, I hastily placed drinks
on a tray. “I think they’re more… ‘ooey-gooey’.”
She gasped, and I couldn’t really tell if she was genuinely
surprised or not. “You mean you don’t like the couples? You don’t
like the love in their eyes? Though the sad part is that most of them
not really.” My tone was sheepish to hide the disgust. You
shouldn’t say that. “It’s not like I don’t like them,
though. I’m just…” Haha, it’s because you’re envious.
“Neutral.” You want what they have.
guess I’m just one for the love, right?” Wendy giggled, heading
towards the restroom.
I guess. I
left the room, semi-uncomfortable.
the end of my shift was nearing. The clock had me by the throat and
it was choking me right down to the second. I’m so
exhausted. I was proud, though –
a successful day at work even after whatever that weekend,
if you could call it that, was. I wonder when Yoongi will
get back. The bell dinged and
with one last glace at the clock, I decided this was my last one. If
it’s that far away, why would he even bother coming back tonight?
A forced a smile. Holy shit, I’ve had enough. “How may I
help you?” Jimin.
thought we had met before.”
know, I know…” Jimin giggled, covering his mouth, “It’s just
I really like your name.” Flirty.
can I serve you now? Water?” It took all my strength to not roll my
eyes. I didn’t hate him – not one bit. On the contrary, though, I
didn’t like him either.
please. Also a sixteen-ounce of your most popular.”
got it.” I bowed my head, spinning around. Both brothers
in one day. What a surprise. In
the scheme of things, I had mostly forgotten about Jimin. He had
faded away from conversations and I never saw him around. Then again,
I didn’t see why he would be a topic of interest – especially
with Yoongi. I thought he had finally moved back – but that would
have meant Yoongi would have been back at Taehyung’s by now.
Unless… Unless he meant what he said that night in the
Jimin know he was going to the hospital today? He came to what I
think would be to “keep an eye on him”, but he didn’t seem too
concerned out at his table. He also doesn’t seem too
concerned by flirting with his brother’s “girlfriend”.
I frowned deeply, trying to
balance the glasses on the tray coming out again. Where do
I and Yoongi even stand? I’m not his girlfriend, but we’re
definitely not friends… or am I his girlfriend?
you decided on a meal? Appetizer?” What am I to him? “Or
are you one for desserts first?” What is he to me?
just enjoy this, thank you.” He handed me the menu. “I already
the fuck eats and then goes to a restaurant? “Are
you sure?” He nodded with a charming smile. “You’re just like
your brother.” My heart stopped. Wow, that one slipped
out, didn’t it?
do you mean about that?” Jimin raised an eyebrow. “Sit down,
can’t, I’m on shift. There’s other customers besides you, you
know?” Jesus Christ, they are just alike.
can see why he likes you.” He sipped his drink, eyes sending an
invitation to still sit down.
can see who likes me?”
duh. You two are dating, right?” I nodded quickly. You owe me
one. “Well, I can see why you two are. He likes sarcasm –
actually, he is sarcasm. From the two times we’ve met you’re
pretty witty. I think we can all appreciate that, yeah?” His
fingers tapped the table near a seat. Pushy.
are you going with this? Because you’re really wasting my time,
sorry.” Tapping my foot, my eyes wandered around for my boss. “Spit
just going to leave it at ‘be careful’. He’s a dick, if you
haven’t been able to tell by now.” Jimin licked his lips. “Due
to his situation, he’s more reckless than normal. Do you… know?”
I hummed in agreement. “Yeah, well then you know we all don’t
necessarily know when he’s… yeah. I mean, of course we have a
vague guess but who really knows?”
had an appointment today.” I swallowed, leaning into the tray.
“Maybe we will know after.”
it, but perhaps.” He ran a hand down his face, sighing. “Anyways,
what I’m trying to say: I know you two are ‘involved’, but I’m
more certain than not that he hasn’t told you about his past
relationships.” Jimin stopped, letting the words sink in as he
sipped his drink. Why would that be important? “I take that
as a yes? Haha, well you’re in for a ride. Though, disclaimer, it’s
not as bad as you think.
don’t know if you could call them ‘girlfriends’ or not, but
growing up he had many female friends. Yeah, ‘big deal’, right?
Anyways, there’s been multiple times where he has legitimately
cheated on his girlfriends. And when they came crying to him yelling
‘oh why?’ he shrugged it off. More than not he’d laugh at
them, like it was some sort of game to him.”
this was any other situation I would have shrugged it off, because
“big deal”. The conversation and my thoughts collided with each
other, forming a name. Jinwoo. My heart throbbed, but I
couldn’t tell if it was from the new news I received or from the
must have been able to tell I was unsettled, because he swiftly
reached out to touch my hand. “He’s older now though, and he’s
matured so much. I can’t promise you that he’s changed, but I can
ensure you that he’s better.” Through the sad smile and
concerning look, I felt a smirk play somewhere in his features. “I
really just wanted to tell you though, since it’s been bugging me.
You’re a really nice girl, Y/N, and I feel like this is ‘cliché’
with the whole ‘your boyfriend has a cheating past but he’s
different now’ is going to bore your brains out. In the end I know
this whole… thing has him shaken up – even if you can’t tell –
and it might make him freak out.”
for telling me this, Jimin.” What the fuck? “I appreciate
it.” Please, leave. “You sure this is all you want?”
why are you up so late?”
Taehyung chuckled, “did you not want me to call?”
I always want to talk to you?” I sighed into the phone, rolling
onto my side.
into the door of my apartment was more exciting than I had
remembered. By closing time I had my feet practically carving a trail
into the floor from how much they were dragging, and I could barely
mumble a coherent goodbye to the other employees still there. I threw
my stuff onto the couch after checking for a body – which to my
disappointment, wasn’t there. Wow, he’s been there literally
not that the talk with Jimin set me on edge, but it did make me
wonder a bit. It’s just the past. What was younger
Yoongi like? Was he the player that his brother tried to make me
believe? Why would it matter? Perhaps I had been rude to
Jimin, and he had genuinely tried to warn me about what could
happen. What could? You two aren’t even dating.
silent, what’cha thinking about?” The phone spoke.
really.” …Or are you? “What about you? You’re not
I was thinking about how I was going to confront Hoseok. I mean, that
has to happen sooner or later, right?” Taehyung groaned; I sighed
again. “I know you might just want it to ‘die off’ or
something, but what he did was really wrong – drunk or sober. Haha,
at least we know what he’s like drunk.”
shouldn’t have to confront him. I’ll do it. It’s between him
and I, anyways.” I muttered, scratching my head before turning the
lamp on my nightstand on. I can’t fucking think with it dark in
here. “I’ll handle it, don’t worry. Knowing him he’d
probably just get pissy if you did it. Plus, I would think he’s
already punishing himself. Have you heard from him?” I glanced at
the clock. 22:04.
Tae had rung me up, I had situated myself on the couch with the
television on and a plate of scrambled eggs in hand. I was quite
grateful he had called when he did, since I had migrated to my
bedroom due to eating my eggs way too quickly and nothing good being
on. In the back of my mind, I secretly wanted to be able to greet
Yoongi when he got home – since, you know, hospitals are a bitch
to deal with.
but I haven’t tried to talk to him, either. I would doubt he shows
up to the next outing – actually, make that three or four. If he
does I’ll probably end up getting hammered and slugging him.” He
chuckled again, this one a hearty one. That’s good. “Anyways,
he’s…” Does he know? “He had some stuff to do today;
he’s not back yet.” Play it safe for now. “He’s doing
fine though. He keeps eating all my toaster strudels and I’m pretty
upset about it.”
a dick. He’s sleeping on the couch right? Not all rubbing up on you
in the middle of the night?”
he couldn’t if he tried. I feel violated when he even knocks on my
door.” I felt good to have a normal conversation with him after
this weekend. I feared he would end up being bitter for a week and
not be able to take any matter lightly. When has he ever not made
you laugh though? The event in theory was borderline
traumatizing, yet in reality the only thing that was bothering me was
Yoongi’s whole nice act. And talking to Hoseok.
well keep it that way! I must keep you pure.” His cooing made my
roll my eyes.
says I’m pure?”
then…” He struggled for a second, “…I must keep you in your
current state of pureness. Whether it be one hundred or two percent.”
Cheeky. “Promise?” I hummed in agreement, whether it was
just a reaction or I really meant it. Somehow we managed to keep a
conversation going for another twenty minutes, before we both started
yawing a little too much and agreed to cut the call.
turned off the light, rolling into the mattress. Bed never felt so
good… is it always like this? The crickets outside my windows
didn’t annoy me tonight, and they ended up making me drift away
quicker than normal. In fact, it had seemed as though I was almost
dreaming in about five minutes when I heard a creak from my living
room. Thief? I whipped over, eyes wide open as my clock read
almost 23:00. Yoongi?
I shouted, taking a leap. This could end really badly, you know
this? “Yoongi, is that you?” There was silence for a few
seconds, and I considered jumping out my window because oh fuck
that shit, before I heard a mumble.
it’s me.” Oh thank God. I never knew I’d be this
grateful to hear his voice. “I’m surprised you’re still up.”
The voice was closer, meaning he had come towards my door. My
stuff is still all over the couch.
am, too. Let me get my stuff real quick, it’s all over the place.
Sorry.” I switched the lamp back on, swinging my legs over the
edge. The light burned my eyes, and I rubbed them hastily as I opened
the door and felt my way down the hall. The apartment was dim – I
didn’t even see Yoongi at first glance. “Jesus, turn some lights
rather not. I’m really tired. My eyes hurt from driving so much.”
He grumbled from the corner. Oh, that’s right. “Do you
not really. But if you could just grab my jacket on the counter and
throw it in my room that’d be cool.” I stuffed my keys and phone
into my bag and with the other hand I picked up my shoes. Thinking
back, I was surprised I even asked him to help. Wow, I’m really
opening up to him or something. “How did your appointment go?”
could figure it went shitty and let the subject drop, heading back
towards my end of the apartment. The warm glow stood out, and I
bumped the door with my hip on the way in before dropped my
belongings in the corner of the room. I turned around, Yoongi a few
steps behind and avoiding eye contact. His arm reached out to offer
me my jacket, his face seeming to study my wall.
What’s wrong? “Do
you need anything?” Gingerly accepting my coat, I eyed him. He
never turned to look at me – if anything, he turned into himself
sleep.” Yoongi shrugged,
hands coming up to rub his eyes as a heave left his chest.
tossed my jacket near my bag on the floor, “Is there something in
your eye?” God damn it, you’re going to look me in the
eye if it’s the last thing you do. “Le’me
there’s not –“
stepped forward and pulled his arms down, dipping my head so I could
finally fucking see
his face. But, in the end I ended up wishing I hadn’t since the
only thing I could see where the lines tears had carved into his
cheeks. I suddenly understood why he had avoided eye-contact since
from the looks of it he couldn’t even see in the first
place. I froze, panicking and
not sure exactly what to do.
have you been crying?” Wow, what a genius thing to say
Y/N – you’re a real charmer. “Yoongi.”
I wasn’t quite sure if it was a hiccup or a sniffle but he hastily
covered up whatever noise
it was with shaking his head. “I’m just tired, I told you that.”
My eyes searched his face,
since his eyes seemed to be looking anywhere but mine. “Just let me
go to sleep.” He tried shrugging away, and the memory of me trying
to do the same to him just days before crossed my mind. Instantly I
let go of his forearms in favor of wrapping around his chest, holding
are you hugging me?” He asked, voice tight.
thought for a second, or maybe it was a minute. “…Because you’re
sad.” It was the best I could come up with. It was the
truth. “And… everyone needs
some form of comfort when they’re sad.” I leaned my head on his
chest, listening to his heart beat a couple times before adding:
not sad.” Yoongi huffed, leaning into me. “I’m more disappoin –
no, I’m more hurt than anything.” I
silently edged him on, not moving; barely breathing. “It’s just
my dad. I, uh well the reason I’m back so late is because I went to
visit my parents. I haven’t seen them in a long time and I guess I
thought it’d be a good idea to see them. So after I went to the
doctor’s I drove straight there since my mom had called and I
promised her I’d see her as soon as I was out. The hospital was
honestly the only good part of the trip. Which sounds depressing but,
whatever. They were nice and everything – it just took
for-fucking-ever.” He laughed a little, his arms finally moving to
around my waist.
I went to my parents’ house. At first they were super happy to see
me, and kept asking how I was – it was really refreshing. Then we
just started talking and somewhere the topic of my career came out –
and you know, it’s non-existent. The reason I have as much cash as
I do is because my parents are loaded and feel bad about my…
condition. I ended up telling them that I’m still looking around
and hoping maybe I’ll somehow pick up my photography and make some
cash off of that.” He
tells me they weren’t that happy.” I sighed sadly.
hummed, “Yeah. My dad has a really short temper and he never really
even supported my ‘picture taking’ in the first place.” Yoongi
swallowed loudly, resting his head on my own. “He told me maybe
it’s ‘best I pass, since you aren’t anything I can truly be
proud of’. I’m not anything like my brother.”
nodded, “He owns this huge camera company – how ironic that is.”
sorry.” I tightened my hold. “That’s… that just fucking
sucks. Your dad seems like a complete jerk – I don’t know why
he’d tell you that.”
know he’s a jerk.” Yoongi whispered, maybe to hide the crack that
slipped through on the last word. “But, I can’t help but feel
like shit when he says he could never be proud of me.” His
chest hitched, but this time he allowed himself to sniffle. “I’m
better dead than alive to him. My mom too, probably. Sorry,
I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.”
knew saying “no, don’t
say that” wasn’t going to do much for him. He wasn’t crying –
or at least, I didn’t think he was – but I
would hate to say meaningless words at this point. He
helped you. I began rubbing his
back, thinking of what to do. Help him.
“Do you want my bed? I can take the couch.”
shook his head slightly, “No, I’m fine.”
bad,” I turned him around, “you’re tired and my bed is super
nice.” This is your plan? Letting
him go, I gently pushed him onto the bed. Yoongi lethargically took a
step before sitting on the edge of the frame. What a way to
comfort someone. “Do you want
water? I’ll get you some water.”
awkwardly made my way out of my room, heading straight for the
kitchen. I couldn’t yet decide if leaving the room was more for
Yoongi or for me. The entirety of the way there all I could do was
criticize myself on how I could work things better because man,
what his dad said was rough. I
filled a glass with water, took a deep breath, and made my way back
I opened the door he was still sitting on the edge, except now his
head was in his hands. I quietly placed the cup on my nightstand, my
eyes not leaving his frame. What do I do? “Here’s
the water…” I licked my lips nervously, clenching and unclenching
my hand. Don’t rip your palms open again like last time.
“If you need anything I’m just outside. I promise the bed is
you.” The light clicked off
as he looked up from his fingers. The red had left his eyes and the
puffiness in his cheeks were gone, but he didn’t seem
better. I took a step backwards,
bowing my head slightly. “Hey,
wait…” His fingers wrapped around my wrist. I stalled,
immediately looking back at him.
eyes met mine for the first time tonight. They darted from one to
other, effectively distracting me from the pulling he was doing until
the last second – when his other hand grabbed my waist and pulled
me onto his lap. The first
wave of emotion when his lips met mine was surprisingly
relief. I steadied myself on the
bed with my free hand, ignoring the awkward twist of my hips as I now
sat on his lap.
The next wave of emotion to hit was the anxiety. Yoongi tugged my
wrist down more, causing my chest to not only arch into his, but also
become filled with butterflies. You’re always so nervous
when you kiss him.
hand that held my waist trailed up to my chin, turning it.
couch sucks,” he whispered, “sleep
in the bed.” His lips ghosted over my cheek as he turned it
before leaning back a bit. I felt like a deer caught in the
headlights. When was the last time he used that?
Yoongi’s eyes trailed over my face, studying me for a few seconds
and then gazing into my own once more. With you? His
thumb brushed over my bottom lip, slightly opening it – only when
the pad slid off somewhat did I realize I was nodding.
split second later and we were kissing again. It was always somewhat
soothing when this happened, but the anxious feeling in my chest
didn’t leave this time. His fingers abandoned my jaw and traced
themselves patterns behind my neck all while twisting to the left and
the back on my mind I couldn’t help but acknowledge whenever things
– it was usually for the
benefit of him.
rude, don’t say that. The
other hand on my waist retracted as soon as my side hit the bed. He’s
at my bottom lip, Yoongi
himself up on an elbow so he was semi-hovering over my frame. He
helped you out. One
of my palms felt it’s way up his arm and then up his face, holding
the cheek. So
much for promising Taehyung.
couldn’t help but wiggle slightly from the uncomfortable position
my legs were in. Twisted to the side with them dangling off the side
wasn’t in my best interest. Luckily, after a few seconds Yoongi
seemed to notice and he broke away to sit back on his knees. From
there he lifted them from the edge and scooted them on the mattress.
Shyly I covered my face partially with my hand, the other arm coming
to wrap around my stomach as I curled into myself.
smirked slightly, running his fingers up from my legs to grab each
wrist, “Don’t do that,” Yoongi murmured while rubbing circles
into my forearm, “I mean it’s kind of cute, but don’t hide
words made heat rush to my cheeks; my initial reaction was to hide
even more. A hand came down and tugged my chin down, opening my mouth
before he licked into it. As nervous as I seemed to be feeling, I
kissed back quickly and pressed into it. He hummed in satisfaction,
tilting his head while his palms deserted their locations to roam
elsewhere. They found the hem of my shirt, pausing for a second and
then sliding underneath and framing the bottom of my ribs. I hissed
into his lips from how cold his fingers were, the contact causing my
back to arch slightly. Nonetheless, they continued to travel up,
slowly but surely.
immediately became self-conscious, hyper-aware now of the fact that I
was bra-less and I swallowed thickly. Then, again, you were about
to pass out. I also became hyper-aware of the fact that I had
hugged him like this, too. Either he hadn’t of noticed
before – and was about to – or didn’t care in the first place.
This is convenient, but concerning. At this point I was
convinced he could feel my heart beating through my chest.
Yoongi had realized my situation, he moved hands back down –
causing me to wonder if he stopping briefly before he rutted my shirt
up more and then continued moving. He breathed into the kiss once his
thumbs ran over my nipples once, twice – and then finally starting
to massage my chest firmly. Instantly I reached down to grab the
bottom of his shirt, pulling it up to hide the fact that I started
away with a lewd smack, he didn’t hesitate to pull his shirt over
his head. I couldn’t be bothered to study his chest, since not only
my eyes were starting to feel heavy but my entire body became drugged
out. Yoongi reached down and tugged mine off, afterwards turning to
throw both of them somewhere in my room. Though doing the deed
many times prior to this, it didn’t change the fact that I
could barely hold eye contact and remind myself to just breathe.
need to turn up the heat.
Goosebumps raked over my skin; a shiver causing me to shake
involuntarily. Yoongi bit his
already swollen lip and started to fumble with the button on his
jeans – his eyes never ceasing to run lengths from my face to
do you wear such baggy shirts?” He sighed, pushing the fabric past
down his hips.
frowned, curling into myself again, “Because they’re comfy?
They’re not ‘baggy’ they’re just… not fitted.”
He’s so fucking cheeky.
sucked in his cheek, trying not to smile. “You really need some
I?” Sighing I rolled my eyes, shifting my hips as Yoongi pulled on
my shorts. Once they had slid off he pushed my knees down and lied
in-between them, humming in agreement next to my ear.
without a bra.” His voice was
gravelly. I swallowed thickly,
my heart dropping into my
stomach, “Would you do that?” A line was traced with
his tongue from my ear and
along my jaw – ending at the corning of my mouth. His bangs brushed
against my forehead, eyes peering from under eyelashes. “For me?”
breath hitched and my eyes widened, not knowing exactly how to reply
since I don’t know what the fuck he is doing, but keep
doing it. My back arched,
pressing myself into him which coaxed a small groan from his lips
and his hands to slide up my stomach. Immediately afterwards his
teeth attacked my neck, sucking skin in before gently biting it. Even
though we still had – some – clothing on, there was suddenly
I reached up and knotted some fingers in his hair while the rest
trailed across his shoulder blades.
whine bubbled from my throat as he bit down on my collarbone. Yoongi
pecked the spot, shifting his hips while my finger pressed into his
spine. After fixating himself, my attention drifted to my
thigh where something heavy was pressing into it. His nipping trail
continued across the bones, the butterflies abandoning my stomach. I
found a sort of confidence that he was at the least
sporting a semi, and with the
new feeling I lifted my hips up into his ever so slightly. The second
pressure was placed he ground down with twice the effort, emitting a
groan from both of us.
let up, then pressed down harder. “Shit…”
Yoongi stuttered, halting his trail. He continued the action over and
over again, rolling down into me. Breathy moans came from my chest;
small strangled noises coming
from him. My fingers twisted
around his locks and dug into his back. The air around us became
heated, and I could feel my
forehead begin to break out only after a few minutes.
actions started to slow down, his licks returning. A few seconds
later his grinding stalled altogether, but before I had a chance to
complain one of his hands slipped down and rested heavily between my
legs. My body went limp, my fingers coming undone from on-top of him.
He pushed down harder and his fingers shifted slightly as my breath
hitched again, a broken groan coming out. He
skimmed through the thin fabric – stroking it again while his other
to grope my breast again.
s’okay, right?” He breathed into my neck, voice dripping with
sexuality. I nodded feverishly,
sighing as his hand dipped underneath the hem of my underwear. His
didn’t go further, and only teased subtly before he growled lowly,
“You have to say yes or no.”
he spoke, fingers dove along
my folds; slicking themselves as I tried to find the strength to
speak again. A strangled “yeah” left my mouth after a second and
then replaced with a sharp
inhale as he slipped a finger
in. After several slow pumps
another digit dipped in – both swiftly curling upwards. My face
flushed, hips bucking instinctively while a whine worked it’s way
past my lips.
a steady rhythm had been set, Yoongi leaned forwards and sucked on my
bottom lip. Not long after finding the certain place that caused
me to squeeze around his fingers time after time again, he worked his
way into my mouth, effectively swallowing the moans that kept falling
out. I couldn’t really keep a decent kiss going on my end, which
ended up making the action just smacking noises that filled up the
room. Quickly a coil clenched in the bottom of my stomach, my hands
flying up to tug at his hair and twirl the locks behind the ears.
you close?” He purred into my lips, earning a nod and more broken
moans. “Can you cum?” Yoongi’s
thumb pressed harshly into my clit and his fingers seemingly pumped
roughly right into the building knot. “For me?”
my breath caught in my throat, ignoring his play on words, before a
strangled noise emitted out. My back arched as my heart pounded in my
ears, eyes squeezing shut. The pace he had didn’t slow, but kept
moving fluidly while little groans vibrated his chest here and there.
Only after the stimulation
became sensitive and I started squirming again did his hand retract.
so casually he pecked my lips before leaning back on his knees and
then swirling his tongue teasingly around his digits. Yoongi’s
eyes, dark like many times before, bore into mine while his free arm
snaked down his torso before his palm rolled over
his boxers – a low groan pouring from his mouth.
the fuck, why is that so hot?
don’t have a condom on me,” he choked out, continuing to palm
himself. Though it was a comment, I could tell it was more a question
than anything. My heart dropped – part disappointment, part arousal
– as I shook my head, biting my lip.
pull out?” I breathed rhetorically, “I’ve dealt with messier
hummed, not rejecting the idea. He’s too fucked out to
say no at this point. His hands
discarded my last piece of clothing. While he worked on his I pulled
myself higher on the bed, trying to find a comfier – less
hot – position. Before my head
could rest on the pillows, his hand gripped the back of my neck,
causing me to suddenly arch my back as his teeth grazed my jugular
and his knee pushing open my legs.
couldn’t tell if he was mumbling words or just moving his lips in
my neck, but the noises
seemed to disappear as soon the entirety of his length sunk into me
at once. He shushed my small cry, soothingly rubbing my inner thigh.
Stopping, he let me get used to the feeling all while peppering my
neck in pecks. Soon after, my hips ground up into his, a grunt coming
from both our throats. Immediately he slowly pulled out; in, rolling
down with each press.
you’re really tight.” Yoongi sighed, nibbling at my earlobe.
I am single.” A
small chuckle rocked my body.
pace began picking up; he groaned, “Always one for humor.”
hand trailed down to grab my knee and hitch it up higher. After a
moan bubbled out from me, he bit down on my neck and thrusted faster.
My body flushed, sinking into the bed as a hand clamped down onto his
shoulder for support. Soon the room became filled with broken whines
and growls, the rhythm becoming slightly less smooth as his hips
jerked feverishly. The warm feeling returned in my abdomen, not
letting me catch my breath.
thumb returned to my clit, quickly flicking tight circles while I
squeezed around him. My head spun, dizzy from what was happening and
I quickly cried out once more, biting my lip and shutting my eyes
tight. A second later Yoongi pulled out and his face fell into the
crook of my neck as he came undone on-top of my, moaning into my
skin. Warm liquid spewed across my stomach and chest, relief flooding
through my veins.
chests heaved, relishing in the feeling for a minute. My hand ghosted
from his shoulder to cup his cheek, lifting his face to meet mine.
His bangs were damp against his head, eyelids droopy and lips
swollen. Completely fucked out. He
pulled back suddenly before I had the chance to kiss him.
be right back.” He mumbled, pushing himself off the bed.
stayed still, hyper-aware that this stuff was
running off my skin and onto my blanket with every breath I took. The
door swung open, followed by a warm cloth pressing into my skin. I
hummed from the pleasant feeling, my hands rubbing the free edges in
an effort to help. He dabbed the cloth on the comforter, picking up
minute later he disappeared again, my fists coming up to rub my eyes
as my breathing finally evened out and my body heavy with fatigue. I
swung my knees up, dipping under the sheets while my attention turned
to the click of the door. Yoongi crawled forward on the bed,
capturing me in a kiss as his also pulled the sheets over his legs.
Lying down, his arm wrapped around my side and moved me closer.
tongues swirled lazily around each others, foreheads mashed together
before the slowing kiss finally came to an end.
I know there a lot of 🙁 from last night but I’m gonna choose to ignore that lol 🙃🙃🙃
just wanna give a big shout out to those that participated in #lizzingtonweek. anything from text posts to gif sets to fammix to meta. whatever you contributed, even likes and reblogs, was a great celebration of these two characters
thanks my dudes for making it a great week
when I’m not on mobile I’ll make a master post someone remind me in like 4 hours lol
Request: Hey! Can you do a Calum imagine based on the song ‘If you don’t know?’ Thanks!
(Just a side note. This is loosely based off the song. I wasn’t happy with anything I wrote that revolved entirely around the song so I decided to stretch the idea out a bit to make it the best it can be. I hope you guys still like it! -Noelle)
The sun shone through the thin, white blinds. I lazily lifted my hand up to shield my eyes from the blinding light. I gave up on blocking the bright rays with my hand and resorted to rolling over away from the window and trying to fall back asleep.
I put my hands out, expecting them to wrap around the body that is usually sleeping next to me. Instead, they fall on the mattress and make a crumpling sound as they land. My eyes dart open and I see a folded sheet of card paper with my name written in Calum’s handwriting.
My mind starts racing. A ton of questions whirl around, making me more and more anxious by the second. What happened? Why a note? What did I do? So many questions that included my darkest thoughts swam through my mind.
I shook them away with difficulty and sat up. I grabbed the cream coloured paper and took a deep breath. I prepared myself for the worst and reluctantly opened the folded sheet.
Yesterday was what you could call complicated. Everything seemed to go wrong and we were ready to kill each other.
I tried, believe me, I did. I tried to calm us down, I tried to make it last.
That’s all I want.
I just want to make this last.
I want to let you know that if I could say the things that I wanna say, I’d find a way to make you stay and I’d never let you get away.
Sadly, my thoughts are as deep as the darkest seas and as complicated as the universe itself. I cannot speak them properly so I keep them to myself. But this time, just for you, I will try.
I want to tell you something. I am in love with you.
I am completely vulnerable to you. You have the power to destroy me emotionally.
You could go ahead and rip my heart out. I wouldn’t mind.
Aren’t I the one who asked you to show me what love is all about?
You could literally rip me to pieces and I’d say: ‘that’s what love’s all about’
I know that you might not like that idea but I only ask two things.
I want you to want me this way.
I want you to accept how defenseless and exposed I am to you.
I want you to know that and not use it against me.
I need you to need me to stay.
I need you to long for the affection and devotion I feel towards you.
I need you to require it and use it to its fullest.
Can you do that for me?
I want to talk about yesterday for a bit.
You were screaming, we were fighting. You would call me crazy.
I would laugh, you were mad. But you always kissed me.
Everything was in complete and utter chaos, but we still found a resolution. It gives me hope. Hope that my love for you is not insane and that I’m not making a mistake.
If we can solve a huge argument, I can openly be in love with you without fearing the outcome.
I have a question for you.
Do you feel the things I feel towards you towards me?
If you say that you don’t feel a thing, or if you just don’t know, let me go.
Spare me the pain and heartbreak and let me find someone who feels towards me what I feel for them.
I’ll be waiting for your answer.
The tears streamed silently down my face.
I didn’t know. I didn’t know the answer to his question.
i just turned 18 and im feeling gay !! all the love
i love u all so much like too much for my small heart to bear and u make my life a million times happier just by existing. yalls presence is a gift (to me) and i’m so glad to know you even just a little bit. not to be gay but my heart is full just thinking about all the little things about my beautiful angelic mutuals that i love i fukcing love u all bc i wanted it to be a special birthday follow forever ive tried to keep it focused on the people i see the most and have been following for the longest but if ur reading this i love u lots as i was @ing people i could feel the love in my heart like i seriously love u all a ridiculous amount
OMG OKAY Y’ALL SO APPARENTLY I WAS CLOSE TO HITTING A THOUSAND FOLLOWERS AND IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED♥
first off, I wanna thank all of you guys for following me and dealing with me like god bless your souls I don’t know how you did it
this is how y’all make my heart feel –>♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)
I’m sorry for how sloppy this is and that it’s not in alphabetical order, but I wanted to make this to thank you guys ((I tried to make one of all my followers but it ended up getting deleted rip me)) ( つ´∀｀)つ
((also if we are mutuals and you were left out please message me so I can apologize cause my tumblr is being weird and idk how to fix it??))
☆*ヾ*☆ faves are italicized, my girlfriends are bolded☆*ヾ*☆
What are your favorite/most inspiring 5sos lyrics?
Oh man okay here we go;
• I’ve been from place to place trying to bring you back, I walked for days and days cause I can’t face the fact that nothing is better than you
• Every night I almost call you just to say it always will be you
• Nothing lasts forever, nothing stays the same
• There are pieces of us both under every city light and they’re shining as we fade into the night
• I bite my tongue, but I wanna scream out you could be with me now
• In the moonlight you looked just like an angel in disguise
• You were mine for a night, I was out of my mind
• Screaming out the top of my lungs till my chest felt tight, I told myself that I’m never gonna be alright
• If I could say the things that I wanna say I’d find a way to make you stay
• Go ahead rip my heart out, that’s what love’s all about
• I need you to need me to stay
• I would laugh, you were mad but you’d always kiss me
• You got me thinking that we could run away
• This is our reality, crazy stupid you and me
• I wanna get lost and drive forever with you
• Is it too late to bring us back to life?
• Even though my dizzy head is numb, I swear my heart is never giving up
• I swear I see you shining brighter than the flame inside your eyes
• We’ll never be as young as we are now
• I need your love to guide me back home, when I’m with you I’m never alone
• Life can be so hard to breathe when you’re trapped inside a box
• We’re not done till we say it’s over, we won’t fade away
• It’s hard to see the enemy when you’re looking at yourself, maybe your reflection shows you screaming out for help
• And it’s a road that leads to nowhere, but all I wanna do is go there
• Here’s to teenage memories
• Don’t wanna be a victim of authority, I’ll always be a part of the minority
• They called me crazy so I played along
• Won’t give up even though it hurts so much
• Every night I’m losing you in a thousand faces, now it feels we’re as close as strangers
• Every day it gets harder to stay away from you
• Hey we’re taking on the world
• You say things that I don’t, you make me feel alone
• I’m over you, I’m not gonna waste my life away
• I wish I could’ve made you stay, and I’m the only one to blame
• I wish I could rewind all the times that I didn’t show you what you’re really worth
• I was wrong I admit, numb from the kiss, while you were slipping through my fingertips
And I probably didn’t write a lot more but these are most of my favorite lyrics that make me cry on a daily basis
Welcome to episode 8 of John Cena vs Everything, where we use facts and research to determine who would win when John Cena takes on the most powerful beings in fiction! This time, Cena goes up against Raiden from the Metal Gear series! This episode will be a bit different, as I experiment with more detailed write-ups in order to give you a more vivid and detailed depiction of the match, as well as to flex my writing muscles in order to hopefully both improve AND entertain. Furthermore, you can consider this the final stretch of the first “season” of John Cena vs Everything, as I’ll look into getting a new theme and revamping the way things are handled for a hopefully more entertaining read and experience, as per a few reader suggestions.
I just spent my day catching up with waiting for superman... oh gosh I love it. I love it so much! I love how you portray eren in this one. I also like the subtle thing with marco he has going on, surprisingly /laughs/ Do you know any good fics?
Aww thank you! I’m so glad you like it! :D I found it hard writing Eren until I started writing this fic, and then he just barrelled in and refused to let me write about anyone else, so it’s a good thing he’s well-liked!
*laughs loudly* do I know any good fics oh gosh I know lotsof them friend
I don’t read as much fanfic as I used to actually- I keepbusy with my own writing- but I’ve read a fair few! I’m due to make a fic reclist actually, not done one yet and I always say I want to!
1994by Vee- the first fic I actually
read, before I’d watched SNK (clever one there Lars). I liked the ‘90s vibe to
it, and Levi is pretty damn amazing in it. I think this is actually the only
LevixEren fic I’ve read too, but it was a lot of fun to read- and painful at
times, which is always good! Also, seeing as I hadn’t ever heard of SNK,
reading the Jean in this and going “huh I wonder if he’s any good in the actual
show” was a wonderful mistake on my part. LevixEren, MikasaxJean, mainly
Storyby avoidingavoidance- I
don’t talk about fics much outside of the net to friends, but I couldn’t shut
up about this one. I think my poor housemate from uni knows the entire plot
without even reading it because I wailed it at her every time I finished a
chapter. The plot is insane, the characterisation makes my heart hurt in all
the right ways and supernatural AUs are my absolute weakness, so this hit all
my buttons. AA is a phenomenal writer and one I idolise like the stupid goob I am.
Equally the same for The Pear Tree: I
don’t cry at fics very often, nay at all, but this one got me right in the
As I Ever Could by shingekinoboyfriends– I love this fic unconditionally, a college au with so
much heart it’s untrue. It’s adorable, it hurts and it heals, like all amazing
fics should! I came away from it feeling whole
FluteFluffWrites- Marco with anterograde
amnesia meets Jean again… and again… and again. It’s bittersweet in places, and
it will undoubtedly drag feelings out of you with a rusty hook. It’s
beautifully written though and with quite a few heart in mouth moments!
Will (Or That You Wish You Could)by Friedcheesemogu- this has one of my fave Jeans ever,
and I think sometimes that shows. Bookstore au with a rather thirsty Marco and
a grumpy, let-me-hug-you Jean. Has some of the best dialogue I’ve seen in fics,
definitely give it a go!
Pledgeby MelissaWritesStuff- another
college AU but again, it has a great plot with twists on the baseline of
college AUs: also made me think of MarcoxLevi, a ship I had never previously
considered but re-evaluated my shipper heart after this. Also has a lot of good
representation of different orientations, form what I can remember, which is
always nice to see!
Faithby flecksofpoppy- this has a great reminiscent feel to it that I can just eat up, not
to mention the fact that Jean is a music snob and his dynamic with Reiner and
Bertholdt is just awesome.
Italian!Marco, a Jean holidaying there with a group of students, sunflowers
and Cortona *whines* this has it all. It’s a great feel-good fic, and I come
back to it a lot when I’m feeling down- because I love Italy so much, and this
fic is so visual I can’t *salivates*
Renderby Legendaerie- I
don’t think this broke me as much as it did others, but it gave it a bloody
good shot and I still felt like I was emotionally compromised afterwards.
Cyborgs are another massive love of mine, and Legendaerie does it SO well.
Fics in progress
Do I even need to say anything about this? Lucy’s writing and style is
insanely good, her characters are gorgeous and developing so so well, and Jean’s
monologues both give me give and tear me apart for how much on the mark they
are. The main thing I love about this fic is how cinematic it is; everything
seems thought out and placed for a reason, and any outlook scene gets me
clutching my heart. If you haven’t read Droplets yet, READ IT.
Different Songby quartetship- Q’s style is like coming home. It feels so comforting to
me, and brimming with this warmth that makes me wanna hold every Jean and Marco
she creates to my chest and hold them tight. ADS is no exception, though I
think the feels train will be boarding very shortly as this fic goes on…
There Be Monstersby avoidingavoidance- Ghost Story sequel that makes me nervous when updated
and emotionally sated afterwards. Seeing the Ghost Boy boys back on the page
and older is just such a joy, and aa’s on top form with this offering.
Stars in Texasby southspinner- Morgan rips out hearts, and this Bonnie and Clyde AU is
gonna do exactly that. I love any sort of historical AU, and this one is my
favourite to date. ATSIT Marco is beautifully flawed and problematic, and yet I
still wanna slam him against the wall. It’s a ride, alright.
Multitude of Dropsby till_owlyglass- I think this is one most people have read, but here we
are. It focuses on past lives and reincarnation, and man it is amazing. It’s a
beautiful read, with many little Jean and Marcos scattered throughout the ages
that make you wanna clutch your chest and demand a full length fic for.
Blurredby InkyKinky- a
drunken Marco stumbles to Jean’s apartment full of Dutch courage. Seriously,
read it, it’s beautifully done and I have read this over and over <3
Get Married and Make Some Babiesby EmpressTurtle- this is without doubt the most
hilarious nsfw I’ve read, it’s beautiful. Please love yourself and read it,
drunken Jean is a gift and Marco’s flustered self is all I live for.
every once in a while i go back to the steggy tag and it makes me wanna rip my fucking heart out of my god dammed chest seriously they should be both ALIVE AND YOUNG AND KICKING ASS TOGETHER FUCK DAMMIT