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I read somewhere that Luffy is so keen on being friends with Law because Law is the first person in his life to ever approach him first. In every other relationship, it was Luffy asking, or demanding, to be friends first.

And I haven't been the same ever since.

any fic recs for me to read on the train. i wish i can read the whole smut but im on the train and it might be hard 😔🫶🏻

I can rec some yan!jungkook fics if you’d like!

The reaper and milliseconds by @deepdarkdelights

Seventh and lesson by @redsaurrce

Lovesick by @angelicyoongie (ot7)

White pearl by @lovelyspring7

Wanted by @astro-jin

Obsessively mine by @mochitaekookie

Darknets and raven by @darkestcorners

Work of art by @euphoricfilter

The broken vow by @lleldey

My girl by @koosbabygrl

Lovelies by @kooktrash

Ride or die by @jungk0oksthighs

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send love and appreciation to all of these amazing writers! 💌❤️

long way home 11 | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.1k

genre: dilf!jungkook, friends to lovers

rating: pg

warnings: mentions of sexual assault (oc doesn't talk about it that explicitly but still read w caution pls if that subject is triggering for u), mentions of wounds/blood

summary: the one where you're absolutely broken and there's only jungkook that you need.

a/n: posting this without proof reading cos im tired 🧍‍♀️

chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 |

masterlist | long way home masterlist

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[ 1 year and 5 months ago ]

Clasping your phone with shaky hands you try to press the contacts button with trembling fingers.

Your throat hurts from trying not to make a single sound while tears stream down your cheeks.

You clutch the thick fabric of the hoodie that you had thrown over your body minutes ago, knuckles turning white as your grip grows stronger.

You barely manage to make out Jungkook's name through your blurry vision. You call him, pressing the phone against you ear.

You hope he will pick up your call. He hasn't been exactly doing that the past 2 weeks. The only sign of life you get every now and then are when Sora updates her Instagram with new posts, every single one including Jungkook.

He's hanging around lots with her recently -  which, is kinda understandable since she is his girlfriend, but he never went that far to ignore you for weeks because he spend all of his time with her.

The sound of your phone that resounds in your ear as you're waiting for Jungkook to pick up almost feels like it's mocking you. You nearly give up and put the phone away when there's suddenly silence. And then you hear him.

"Y/n?" Jungkook slurs, sounding like he has just woken up.

"Jungkook." His name is a whisper. You're still too scared to speak. Too afraid that Minjun might wake up if you're too loud.

Upon hearing the little sniffles and your hesitant voice, he says alarmingly, "What's the matter? Where are you?" You hear his bedsheets rustling in the background.

"I'm home," you croak.

"You...?" Jungkook seems confused.

"I need you," you say. Emitting a quivering breath you repeat, "I need you, Jungkook."

Not even a second goes by when Jungkook answers, "I'll be there in ten, okay? Don't worry, baby. Just stay right where you are."

He hangs up and you kinda wish he hadn't hung up. Hearing his warm voice was comforting. And now you're left alone in the silence of the way too bright bathroom. The cold tiles causes goose bumps to cover your legs.

You pull your legs up and hug them with your arms.

Don't worry, you repeat in your head. Once Jungkook will be here, everything's gonna be alright. You just need to sit here in absolute silence.

You try to steady your shaky breathing and it does help for a little while until you think back of a few hours and everything comes crashing down again.

You're a mess.

And you desperately need to be somewhere else than in your small, suffocating bathroom.

Not even 10 minutes later your phone vibrates.

jungkook

i'm here 3:28 am

Your heart stops beating for a moment when you read Jungkook's message. He's here.

Your first instinct is to scurry out of the apartment and right into Jungkook's arms, but you remind yourself that you still have to be quiet.

Silently you leave the bathroom and slowly walk to the front door. You grab the keys and slip into your shoes. You make sure to close the door very gently behind you.

You walk down the stairs with cautious steps. You don't feel steady on your feet and the constant tears welling in your eyes makes it hard to see.

When you're finally outside of the apartment complex you find Jungkook leaning against his car. You cross your arms as you walk towards him.

Once Jungkook sees your tear stained face and shivering body, he's even more alarmed than he already was.

"What did he do to you?" Jungkook says, rushing to you. He cups your cheeks, searching for an answer in your eyes while thumbing your tears.

You don't know how, but somehow Jungkook knew that this has to do with Minjun.

You shake your head, bottom lip quivering as you try to keep the cries in.

His brows are knitted and there are so many emotions painted on his face. There's anger, worry, resentment, solicitude.

In contrary to him you're hurt, helpless, broken and in need for so much comfort and safety that it makes you push his arms away to be able to hug him.

He's tense. Probably from all the anger raging inside him. He relaxes when he hugs you back, hands rubbing your back in a soothing manner.

You have your cheek pressed against his chest and though you can't force the tears to stop escaping your eyes, you can feel your open wounds slightly healing with every breath you take from Jungkook's homelike scent.

"It hurts so bad," you sniffle.

He bends down to give your head a little peck. "Let's get you away from here, hm?"

You nod against his body, though you remain curled against Jungkook for a little longer.

~

At Jungkook's place he helps you changing your clothes. You asked for a hoodie of his. He didn't question why, just handed it to you with a pair of leggings  that you've left here a long time ago.

You both didn't say much. And Jungkook didn't try to pepper you with questions.

You're sitting on the edge of his bed when he brushes your hair behind your ear.

"I'll get you some water, yeah?"

He turns to leave, but you catch a hold of his wrist. "No," you pout. "Don't leave me alone." You get on your feet.

Jungkook takes your hand in his. "I won't," he says, after giving you a reassuring squeeze.

With his hand still around yours he takes you to the kitchen where he fills up a glass with water.

You sit down on a chair, waiting for him.

"Here," he says, holding the glass in front of you. "You should get some hydration."

You are indeed thirsty, your throat feels dry from all the crying, but still, your hands don't reach for the water. 

It's impossible to keep your thoughts away from drifting to what had happened tonight. Tears begin to well in your eyes. You avert your gaze down, not able to look into Jungkook's eyes.

He sets the glass on the table, worry taking over his features.

When the first whimper emits from you Jungkook kneels down and places his hands on your thighs.

"I-I've said no so many times," you sob. "But he still kept going." Your cheeks are wet again.

Jungkook's mouth hangs open a little when he realises what you've gone through tonight.

"He touched you?" Jungkook whispers, eyes staring at you intensely.

"I didn't want him to," you explain, burying your face in your hands. "But he didn't stop," you mumble into your palms.

"Fuck," Jungkook curses, jaw clenched. But he shakes his thoughts off. He tugs a chair close to you and pulls you into his arms. Jungkook allows you to let everything out.

It's a long night. He comforts you in the kitchen for you don't know how many minutes. Later he takes you to the living room after you've stated that you don't want to sleep yet.

He puts your favourite drama on, though neither of you watch. You cuddle and talk a little until Jungkook notices that you've fallen asleep on his chest. He brings you to his bedroom and tucks you up in his bed. You wake up during that process.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles when he meets your open eyes.

You don't say anything, just waiting for him to get underneath the duvet as well.

"Come sleep with me," you say, patting the empty side. He seems a little hesitant and you don't know why. "Please," you press. You know that you won't be able to have a peaceful sleep if he won't be next to you.

After looking into your pleading eyes Jungkook lays down next to you. You cuddle him from the side and close your eyes. The gentle brush of his fingers on your waist makes you fall into a deep slumber.

~

It's still dark outside when you wake up.

You don't know what woke you up but when you take a glimpse at the other side of the bed you notice it's emptiness.

Jungkook's side of the bed isn't even warm anymore. It's cold.

In an instant you get up. You search his whole apartment but there isn't a trace of Jungkook left behind.

It's not even 7 am. Where could he possibly be?

You're in the kitchen when you hear keys opening the front door. You whirl around, rushing to the door.

You're a few steps away when Jungkook enters the apartment. His eyes go big as he sees you standing in the middle of the hallway. He stays still, like he got caught doing something bad.

It's only when you get closer to him you see the wounds on his face.

"Where - where were you?" you ask.

Sheepishly, he scratches the back of his neck. His knuckles are red, some even bleeding.

"Jungkook," you whisper, concern filling your eyes.

"I couldn't - I...I just had to do this."

You shake your head when you realise where he had been.

Sighing, you cup his face with your hands. There's a wound on his bottom lip and a trail of dried blood coming from his nose.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he replies.

"Is he....?"

"I don't think he is fine," Jungkook shrugs. "But he'll get fine soon enough."

You brush you finger over his wound on his bottom lip.

"I should treat your wounds, Gguk."

You see the protest lingering in his eyes because he always tells you that you shouldn't worry too much about my injuries because they'll heal perfectly fine but you never care about what he has to say about this, so there's no exception for this time around either. You drag him to the bathroom where the first aid kid is stored.

~

"You shouldn't have done this."

You're applying a thin layer of antibiotic ointment on Jungkook's bottom lip after having cleaned all of his injuries with water. He's sitting on the closed toilet lid.

"You're lucky that nothing happened to your piercings," you add, eyeing both of his lip and eyebrow piercing.

Jungkook doesn't even flinch anymore when you smear the ointment over his wound. In the past years of having his injuries treated by you he had become used to the pain.

"You should be glad I didn't drive back to him the second you've told me what he did to you."

You stare at his lips. You shouldn't be loving the words that come out of his mouth to this extent.

"Is he still there?"

"I kicked him out."

"Thank you."

"Baby," he calls you. "Look at me."

You slowly drift your gaze up to his eyes.

You see it in his eyes, he wants to talk about this more. But you shake your head.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

"But you know that you can always talk to me about everything, right?"

"I know," you assure.

You'd die to give his lips a short peck. But you ignore that thought and grab his wrist to start covering his knuckles with the ointment as well. He has pretty hands. The kind that everyone would love to hold all day long.

The silence that falls upon you two isn't uncomfortable. It makes you remember that you wanted to ask Jungkook why he has been ignoring you so much lately.

Looking at the tatted hand that you're applying antibiotic ointment on you try to approach the situation differently.

"I've missed you."

He looks up at you, guilt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. "Sora has been...I don't know. She doesn't like when I'm with you. Gets jealous and stuff."

You nod in sympathy. Minjun was like that too.

"I promise I won't be gone anymore. I'm here for you, okay?"

Though you don't want to upset his girlfriend, you still want to be with your best friend, so you ask, "Can we spend the day together tomorrow?"

"Of course."

"Do...do you think we could both call in sick for work?"

Jungkook smiles. "So you want that kind of hangout?"

You smile back at him. "Yeah."

"Good. Because I think I was gonna catch a fever tomorrow anyway."

You giggle.

You don't know how you're able to smile and laugh after how much you've cried today, but you guess that's just what being with Jungkook is like.

He makes it so easy for you to forget about all the bad things. When you're with him you forget about your surroundings and there's just you and him.

But maybe that's just what being in love feels like, you're not sure.

the most interesting thing about gojo satoru's character is his irony.

his abilities, while making him the Strongest, are simultaneously his folly. everything "strong" him is at odds with who he is, what he wants, who he wants. this is why geto's question during the breakup was so debilitating— who is he without power? is power all he is?

the answer is ironic. he has the six-eyes, but he couldn't see geto deteriorating right in front of him. he was honing his power, which was ironically enough a key piece in fuelling geto's defection. his power, which is all he understands himself to be, causes him to lose the person he wants most, which has nothing to do with his power at all.

he has the limitless, but he's limited by love. as a literary device, kenjaku is a physical manifestation of gojo's weakness, of his love— shibuya only happened because he couldn't bring himself to destroy his beloved's body, an unmistakable act of overwhelming sentiment and intimacy. gojo's strength is not unidirectional; it bifurcates and goes in one direction while his overpowering love goes in another, leaving him in some liminal place in between. his love imprisons him in his youth (shown by how he always returns to it) and it also literally imprisons him in a box (the prison realm).

he has infinity, which doesn't let anyone or anything close to him, yet he aches for companionship. gojo forms allies so "no one will ever have to be alone again", because even though he has the world in his hand, it's on the condition that it's his alone. gojo craves closeness (from one person in particular) and his powers literally prevent him from attaining it. his desires are not only in direct opposition with his abilities, his abilities prevent him from fulfilling his desires.

he repeatedly tells megumi that sorcerers are alone when they die, but he stays by geto's side til the very end. after geto appears to "come back", gojo's first instinct is to smile, which goes against any and all logic, six-eyes or not. his barest self betrays him despite the fact that he knows he killed geto with his own hands a year ago. when he confronts kenjaku, he does the inverse of what happened with geto— he defies his six-eyes and looks with his soul, something that should've happened when he asked geto if he was okay all those years ago.

the things that make gojo satoru strong are the same things that make him weak. he is supposedly a god amongst humans, but his folly is that he's the most human of them all. he yearns, he loves, he aches, he craves— gojo satoru knows firsthand that love is the most twisted curse of all because he nakedly bears its cross.

My first DE playthrough's entire tribunal scene was characterised by catastrophic dice luck. Despite replaying it soon after, this stuck in my mind

SPOILERS FOR THE NEW HAZBIN HOTEL EPISODES

NO ONE SPEAK TO ME IM HAVING A MOMENT

HUSK MY POOR MAN </3 LET HIM GO

do it. break their hearts again. it would be one final amusement in this narrative.

FINE. GET YOUR LAST LAUGH IN. ENJOY THE SHOW WHILE IT LASTS.

IT ENDS NOW. I WILL INDULGE THIS FOOLISHNESS NO MORE.

I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU. THE “PLAYERS.” TO LEAD ME ASTRAY. ANY LONGER. EVEN WITHOUT YOUR INFLUENCE. MY VERY PRESENCE IN THEIR LIVES IS A TIME BOMB. EVEN NOW I KNOW I MUST BE SLIPPING. YOU CERTAINLY SAW FIT TO PROVE THAT.

THE QUESTION WAS NEVER IF. IT WAS ALWAYS A MATTER OF WHEN.

I REFUSE TO DO THAT TO THEM AGAIN.

THEY. WILL. SURVIVE.

WITHOUT ME.

GOODBYE.

With the mycelium weapon newly woven into his body, Micah's veins flood with new energy. It tells him he needs its first blood spilled to be Myriad's. But upon arrival, he finds his sibling half-melted from a heavy wound to the head, pleading for a swift death so they can reset. Seeing them vulnerable, Micah pulls the mycelium back. He wants to use his hands instead.

Something past rage fuels his iron grip on Myriad's throat, their flesh easily collapsing, already liquifying in his hands. Myriad only tugs weakly at his shirt in retaliation, struggling as the life melts from their eyes into the mass. Micah's grip only relaxes when his fingers press against the floor beneath him, resting in the puddle of his sibling's flesh. He feels the mycelium snake and writhe out of his body as he rises, eager with the adrenaline rush. Myriad would wake up again later that day, fully regenerated without as much as a bruise on her neck, but she'll still remember the sheer horror in her brother's eyes.