#and guess what. there was a metal street sign that i didn't see and i slammed facefirst into that shit (also feel free to laugh lmao)

[stat1cdust]

Your pov...

I was in a casino with my brother, Husk as he gambled with some other random demon. He was about to win when all of the sudden he started fading away.

No literally- he was legit disappearing.

"What the fuck-" I said before he was completely gone.

I panicked for a few minutes and ran out into the streets of hell looking for where ever the fuck he might be. I suddenly got a text. It was from my brother

'Hey I'm at the Happy hotel,some asshole I used to work for volunteered me to be a bartender. The adress is (insert random adress) hurry and be careful.'

I sigh and start heading to the adress.

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I arrive at the hotel. I looked up to see the sign 'Happy hotel' at the top.

"Huh not really fitting for hell but oh we-"

Just as I was about to finish that thought I heard something loud behind me. I look up to see a huge flying thing- i don't know what to call it- looks like a ship.

Before I could inspect it closer I felt myself being picked by a giant metal arm. It brought me to the main window where I was met with a snake demon dressed in victorian attire.

"And who are you?!" He asked in an annoying high pitched voice. Sounds like a proper and prim 12 year old boy going through puberty-

Just as I was about to answer I heard a familiar voice behind me

"LET GO OF MY SISTER YOU ASSHOLE"

he threw a beer bottle towards the ship. I look behind me to see my brother Husk and what I assume to be his new co-workers. Before I could register what just happened I hear the snake say

"As~ you wish~" before dropping me.

Soooo you know the phrase cats always land on their feet? Yeah that's bullshit. I panicked and braced for impact but instead of feeling my bones break from hitting the concrete floor I heard a slight 'oof' as I landed in someones arms.(some cheesy y/n moments for yall)

I look up to see a deer demon with a huge smile looking down at me surprised.

"Are you alright dear?" I blushed noticing he was still holding me bridal style.

"Um... yeah- I guess- thanks for catching me by the way!" I smiled up at him

"It was no problem at all!"

His grin grew wider as we kinda just stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

"AHEM" we turn to see Husk annoyed at this scene

"If ya would put my fucking sister down and deal with the giant fucking ship in the sky that would be appreciated"

"Why of course my dear husker! Thank you for reminding me!"

He didn't put me down though as to piss off my brother but he did take care of the snake dude. I watched as his smile grew wide and his eyes became distorted. Symbols were floating around him as he was surrounded in static. I looked back at the ship and saw it being engulfed in black tentacles. I bet you can already figure out where my mind went when I saw that-

Finally the ship exploded and the deer demons magic calmed down. I looked up at him with a 'where tf did that come from' face as he just looked down at me with a grin.

I felt myself being snatched from his grasp and put down.

"Hands off my sister bambi reject"

Husk glares at him

"My apologies dear, didn't know Husker here was so protective! I don't believe we've met before. Im Alastor and you are?"

"Oh I'm y/n! Sorry for my brother he's just a grumpy cat" I let out a little laugh as I look to see my brother on the edge of murder.

"No need to apologize for others actions dear! Anyways, who wants some jambalaya!" He casually throws his arm around my shoulder walking me into the hotel as the others followed behind us.

Just before we head inside I see the 'happy hotel' sign turn into 'hazbin hotel'

Huh- more fitting to be honest.

Alastor opened to door letting me in first as well as holding the door open for the others.

I look around the lobby observing my surroundings.

"Would anyone like to help me in the kitchen?" Alastor asked and received excuses from the others. I'm not sure why but they all seemed to want to avoid him and I felt bad so I volunteered.

"Like hell I'm gonna let you be alone with this freak" Husk scolded pulling me away from Alastor.

"Then just come with us dumbass- either way I'm going."

Husk groaned as Alastor just smiled walking me and my brother to the kitchen.

We started working as soon as we got there. I got the ingredients for Alastor, cut them how he asked me to, while Alastor did the rest. My brother however just sat there angrily glaring at Alastor the whole time.

I saw Alastor become more and more uncomfortable as he felt Husk's stare in the back of his head. He leaned towards me whispering

"Is he always like this dear?"

I giggled a bit and joked

"Not really- you must have done something bad I guess"

He simply chuckled

"You haven't been in hell for long have you?"

"Not really, why?"

"To put it simply I'm not the purest soul"

"Well I kinda guessed so with the power I saw you use earlier- I can see why my brother is so against you but to be honest- its hell. What can you expect? And I trust you not to hurt me. I feel like you would've already done it if you really wanted to."

He gave me a small genuine smile as we both went back to work. With Husk still glaring of course.

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You finished making dinner and ate with the rest of the hotel. You were introduced to everyone, husk telling you who to be wary of and asking Charlie to give you a room there so he could make sure you were ok. You went to bed but woke up unable to sleep

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Your pov...

Once again unable to sleep. How fun... I check the time to see it was 1:30AM. I sigh and walk out of my room to walk around the hotel hoping that it would wear me out at some point.

Eventually I came to the library. I saw a light from the cracks of the door and I heard soft music from a radio. Being curious I slowly opened up the door peeking in

"Anyone in here?"

I waited for a response

"Y/n is that you dear?"

I hear a familiar static filled voice call out. I walk in and closed the door behind me

"Yeah it's me, why are you up this late?"

"Well I could ask you the same thing"

Alastor let out a small tired chuckle. I noticed he was holding a book.

"I couldn't sleep so I decided to explore the place now what about you?"

"Its nothing for you to worry about, why don't you join me? Seeing as your brother isn't here to glare at me the whole time."

He patted the spot next to him on the couch he was sitting at. I sat next to him. Even though he was trying to hide his eyes I could still see how tired they looked.

I moved my hand up to his face and gently tilted his head so I could see his eyes. I felt him flinch a bit, still holding that smile of course.

"Al you need to sleep you look like you're about to collapse" my voice was laced with worry.

He only looked down at his book again and shook his head. I sigh and get up making him think I was going back to my room. To his surprise I went to a shelf,found and interesting book,and sat back down.

"What are you doing?" He gave me a confused look

"Well you asked me to join you. And I'm sure it gets lonely staying up all night so imma stay up with you!" I smiled at him and he just let out a small chuckle as we both went back to reading.

"You are quite the opposite of your brother dear. Your soul is almost too pure for hell!" Alastor exclaimed

"Yeah- I get that a lot but everyone is here for a reason. Deserved or not a sin is a sin. I'm not an asshole unless I need to be ya know? I try to be as positive as I can be because you won't find it often down here."

"Do you mind sharing what your sin was darling?"

"Maybe one day however I'm not really comfortable telling anybody yet"

"That's alright! Just curious! Do you wanna stay up and read for little bit more before heading back to bed?"

"Sure! Im actually into this book!"

After a while of both of us reading in comfortable silence I felt my eyes closing as my body gave into exhaustion.

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7:30AM..(6 hours later)...

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I woke up... in my bed- how did I get here? Did Alastor carry me or something? I hope he finally got some sleep he looked like he hasn't slept in days.

As I was about to get up I see husk in the doorway looking like an angry dad who caught their child trying to sneak out.

"Oh hey what are you doing here bro?"

"Dont you BrO me- where the hell were you last night?! I went to get something I forgot in here and to my fucking surprise you weren't in your room!"

Well shit- I gotta think of something- uhhhhhhhhhh

"Eheh sorry- I couldn't sleep and I wanted to explore the hotel so I can get to know it better"

"Next time just take sleeping pills or something- I thought something happened when I couldn't find your dumbass"

"I was perfectly safe no need to worry"

"We are literally in hell of course theres a reason to worry"

"Yeah yeah whatever you say now get outta my room"

Husk rolled his eyes and left closing the door behind him. I got up and got ready for the day. I would be helping with some things around the hotel. Maybe I can ask Alastor how I got back into my room last night and if he got any sleep himself.

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The whole day went by normally except for one thing. Every time you tried to talk to Alastor your brother, Husk would immediately find a way to get him away from you. No matter where you were or how hard you tried to sneak Husk would always prevent you from talking to him. Until....

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After a long day of work and being dragged away from Alastor I sat down across from my brother at the bar he was managing. I was practically sulking. I was tired and I wanted to talk to Al without being scolded.

I suddenly felt something appear in my pockets and as soon as husk turned away I looked around and made eye contact with Alastor who was giving me a knowing look.

Not wanting to get caught with the note I excused myself to the restroom.

I leaned against the bathroom wall as I reached into my pocket pulling out a small peice of paper that read.

'My dearest, y/n

Our last meeting was very pleasant without your brother there to drag you around! I wish to do it again so please wait until your brother has gone off to bed and meet me in the library so we may speak without any interruptions.

Sincerely, Alastor'

I smiled and put the note back in my pocket as I walked back to the bar. I turned to see Alastor once again. Our eyes met as I nodded to signal I accepted his invitation.

"What the fuck was that about" husk asked noticing the nod

"Oh it was nothing to worry about"

He just nodded and went back to cleaning out glasses.

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Hours later(12AM)

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I waited and waited til eventually I heard husk yawn and bid me good night before going off to bed asking me when I plan on going too

"Soon probably go get some rest!"

He nodded and went. I waited a few seconds before rushing to the library hoping Alastor wasn't waiting too long.

I stopped infront of the door seeing the light through the cracks just as they were the first time. I pushed open the door carefully as to not startle him.

I looked in and there he was,on the couch, and facing away from me.

I mean- come on- who wasn't gonna take the opportunity.

I smirked and started sneaking up on him planning to scare him a lil or atleast surprise him. Just as I got close.

SNAP!

His neck twisted in an unnatural way to face me, eyes now distorted, and his grin widened.

"AH WHAT THE FU-"

I was cut off by him slapping a hand against my mouth.

"Quiet dear you might wake your brother"

I nodded still slightly startled

"Now calm down dear what did you expect! You startled a demon after all!" He chuckled leading me to the couch to sit next to him.

And for hours we just talked and talked about everything and anything. Trying to keep quiet while doing so but miserably failing as our laughter was too much to hold. Thank god my brother goes into a deep sleep when he's drunk. Turns out he did carry me to my room but he teleported to make it easier. I thanked him of course and told him he didn't have to.

"Why of course I did my dear! What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't!"

Offering that never-ending smile of his. The night of conversation and laughter continued. Just as we were about to call it a night Alastor stopped me.

"I know this may be a strange request- but can we do this every night? I fear with your brother around I will never get to talk to you and you're quite pleasant company to be around. These nights get lonely when sleep isn't an option"

I smiled at him. Of course I was going to say yes. Hes actually quite fun to be around!

"Of course Al! Same time and place?"

He nodded as we bid each other good night and went back to our rooms. Maybe these sleepless nights won't be so hard to go through anymore.

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Soon weeks passed by. Each day you and Alastor ignoring each other for the sake of your brother while each night you and Alastor only grew closer and closer. Sharing stories,jokes,and laughs. Eventually after 3 months of this routine you started to feel something for the radio demon. A feeling you dreaded but enjoyed at the same time. Love... you had fallen in love with one of the most powerful demons in hell. The one guy who has only been known to show one emotion. You were absolutely convinced he didn't feel the same. While you were worrying about your feelings you neglected to notice Husk becoming suspicious of your absence at night.

Husk will sometimes check on you at night due to paranoia. For the past 3 months he hasn't seen you in your room til 3AM or 4AM. So he decided to do something about it...

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Husk's pov...

"Im goin to bed... you gonna go soon?" I looked at my sister who was scrolling through her phone at the other side of the bar

"Probably in a little bit I'm not that tired right now " I nodded and went to "bed". In reality I just hid some where awaiting the opportunity to follow her to wherever the hell she's been going at night.

I waited a couple minutes it was now 12AM. I watched as she got up and instead of going up the stairs leading to the rooms she went to another set of stairs leading up to storage rooms and the library. 'What the fuck-' I thought,confused on why the hell she would be going up there.

I snuck behind her easily following her without getting caught. Still hidden, I watched her stop at the library door,open it,step in, then close the door.

'Oh thank satan shes just a fucking nerd'

My thought was immediately followed by an annoying voice muffled through the door.

"There you are dear! I've been waiting for you- is your brother in bed?"

I heard her giggle

"Probably passed out from drinking as always"

My eyes widened as I stood there in shock. Have they been secretly meeting behind my fucking back this whole damn time?!

I peeked through the crack and watched them as they talked about random shit. I was just gonna watch over her just in case and talk to her tomorrow about it.

I zoned out when I saw Alastor get up suddenly, his favorite song on the radio, as he pulled y/n up to dance with him.

Your pov...

I laughed as Alastor pulled me up to dance with him. One of his hands on my waist and the other holding my hand as he spinned me around.

I felt the very obvious blush on my face. I felt my heart racing at his touch. Our dancing slowed down as we looked into each others eyes. I felt his hand leave mine as it traveled to my cheek, cupping my face, and me gladly leaning into his touch.

I felt my heart go even faster as I saw Alastor start to lean in. I stood there for a second in shock as his lips met mine. Eventually I leaned into the kiss, my arms thrown around his neck while his were wrapped around my waist.

We didn't get too into the kiss before we heard the door burst open. We both jumped and pulled away from each other as we looked to the door to see my brother, pissed as can be.

Out of all the people to walk in on us it was my brother. At the worst time too- I mentally groan prepared for an argument.

I felt Husk grab my arm and drag me out the library. Well he tried to atleast before Alastor grabbed me away from him and gave a death glare.

"Relax freak I'm just gonna talk to her. I'll deal with you later" Husk gave the same glare back as I walked over to Husk so we could talk alone.

We walked into another room as I stood there awkwardly waiting for my brother to say something.

"Ok first of all what the hell is goin on between you two and when did it start"

I looked down and answered him

"We started meeting up every night 3 months ago and until today we were nothing more than friends! I didn't know he had feelings towards me til a couple minutes ago! I would've told you if the relationship escalated any further."

"Why did you keep your friendship secret then?"

At that moment my fact immediately went -_-

"Are u serious? Everytime I tried to talk to him you would drag me away"

"Well I had a reason for that! That asshole is the most untrustworthy demon to ever exist! He could've erased you and I wasn't gonna give him the chance."

He sighed before continuing

"Look kid... you're old enough to form your own relationship with whoever the fuck you want. Alastor is a whole other story and while I wanna tear his twizzler looking ass to shreads I can tell you love him. Thats rare to find down here so as long as he doesn't harm you in any way I will tolerate his existence and let you two be together."

I was so happy I was starting to tear up a little bit

"Really????"

"Yeah even when I tried to keep you apart your stubborn ass still found a way around me so no use in trying it anymore"

I immediately tackled my brother into a hug feeling him hug back

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

I was so excited. I immediately ran back to the library where Alastor was pacing back and forth looking nervous.

I literally jumped on to him and hugged him.

He seemed startled before I said

"Oksohusksaidthathewilltolerateyouaslongasyoudonthurtmeinanywayisntthatgreat?!"

"Calm down dear! I couldn't even understand what you said!" He said chuckling as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Before I could repeat Husk came in and dragged Alastor away into another room.

I just stood confused and waited.

Some time later Alastor came rushing in and immediately pulled me into a hug. Ironically I have never seen him so happy before. How big his smile can get always amazes me.

"Let me guess he gave you the talk about how we can be together but if you hurt me he will kill you again?"

He nodded still smiling. He looked like a puppy right now.

"So dear I've been meaning to ask you this for a while now"

He pulled away from the hug and held both of my hands.

"You make me feel something I've never felt before. I'm not quite experienced with love but I would like to learn with you by my side."

I look over to see my brother in the doorway. He gives a small smile and a nod before walking away.

I quickly accept his confession. And after that we spent the night cuddling eventually falling asleep on the couch still holding onto each other.

Bonus

Everyone in the hotel was awake by now. Except for Husk who was already passed out at the bar. Everyone was curious because usually you two are up before them so naturally they went looking for you.

They checked both your rooms and nothing. You two were missing.

Everyone frantically searched for you two until eventually they found you. In the library still holding on tight to the all powerful radio demon who was also asleep and holding you close.

Charlie was fan girling with Nifty over how cute this is

Vaggie was confused as fuck saying

"They dont even talk to each other how the hell-"

Angel found it cute but he was a bit jealous you got his attention before him. He wasn't used to the lack of attention from men

"Woww I throw my best pick up lines and he chooses a gal he doesn't even talk to! What the fuck!"

He throws his arms up with a wtf face

Charlie quickly shushed him and pulls everyone out of the room leaving you and your new lover to sleep in peace.

(I wrote this fic 3 years ago 😭)

#hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #fanfic #alastor #husker hazbin hotel

[scarisd3ad]

The grabbed | Vance hopper x f!reader

Chapter seven

Previous>>masterlist

Warnings - kidnapping, death, description of death, pedophilia, sexual assault

Holy shit I’m finished with this next two fics will be a cedric diggory (hp) fic and a re write of found you :)I originally was going to make the ending angsty but then I decided that y/n deserved better. If you guys want the angsty ended I will give it to you guys though lol

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It was 8 o'clock in the morning and both Gwen and Bruce stood in Gwen's kitchen yet again. Gwen stood at the phone waiting for an answer and Bruce sat at the table. elbow sat on top with his head presses against his palm, as his leg bounced up and down anxiously. Finally someone answered.

"Denver police department. This is Barbara how may I help you?"

"Hi this is gwendolyn blake again, is detective walker, and detective wright there?" Gwen asked. Barbara sighed lightly before Gwen heard the light tape of the keyboard before she replied back "yes ma'am they are I'll transfer you to them now." After a few more seconds Gwen heard detective wrights voice on the other line.

"I think I know where the grabber lives" she said. Instantly the detective asked where "7741 cherry street" Gwen replied.

Once she hung up the phone both kids were off on their bikes towards the house. Peddling as fast as their feet could take. Faster, and faster, and faster until the cherry street sign came into view. Just as quick as they pulled into the street so did a few police cars and an ambulance.

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Y/n's pov

I sighed as I leaned my head against Vance's shoulder. "You alright?" He muttered, I nodded "yeah...yeah I guess" I replied. Then we heard the large metal door begin to open. The door had been left open that day, as a part of alberts game he played. I just assumed it was albert at first until the door opened entirely to reveal my father standing behind it. His eyes were widened as he stared at vance and I.

"Holy shit" he muttered, "holy shit, holy shit" my bottom lip wobbled as I pushed myself up off of the mattress and onto my feet. "Daddy?" I was free, he would call the police and they'd lock albert up for life. I'd go back up to Durango and live with my mother, and maybe possibly come back to visit bruce. I sprinted over to him and wrapped my around around his torso. "Please call the police help us he's gonna kill us if you don't" I whispered as tears fell down my cheeks. "I-I knew he was hiding something down here" dad muttered as he rubbed at my back. "Please hur-" then I screamed as my dad collapsed in my arms. An axe now plunged into his head. "Dad..daddy oh my god" I cried as I watched as blood pooled out of my dads lifeless body. "You see what you did?" Albert said staring down at me. "This is all your fault you made me kill my brother."

I cried out as Albert pulled the axe out of my dad head and began to stalk towards me. I pushed myself back, scooting away. Whimpering, almost begging vance to help. But he didn't he just sat there staring up, almost frozen still. Albert kneeled down next to me dropping the axe before wrapping his hand around my neck. I cried out and lungs burned. "St-stop" i muttered out as Albert pushed me onto the wall closest to the door. He pulled out a small pocket knife and pressed it against my abdomen. I trembled in fear "Let go" I cried out as I pulled at his hand wrapped around my neck. "V-vance" I cried, I could see vance behind alberts shoulder. Vance stood up walking over towards Albert and I. My lungs burned as I tried to breathe. His hand tightening around my throat as I gasped, tears building up in my waterline. Vance grabbed both of alberts shoulders pulling him down as a random burst of strength helped me pull my leg up and knee albert right in the crotch. Right before he let go the knife plunged through my skin. I cried out as I scrambled to my feet pressing my hands to my stomach as Albert cried out in pain. Albert groaned out as I watched vance straddle albert and punch him repeatedly in the face.

Bam..bam…bam

Blood poured out of alberts nose as he laughed. Vance pushed himself up off of Albert eyes widened, fists still clenched. “You’re tough kid, you remind me of a younger me” Vance scoffed as he breathed heavily. “I’m nothing like you.” Albert groaned as he wiped his nose free of the blood and wiped it onto his shirt before sitting up. “Really?” Albert raised his eyebrows as he stood up. He stalked towards us. I took a step back with every step forward he took. “The way you protect y/n reminds me of how I protect my ‘friend’ when I was younger.” Albert was finally close enough to me to the point I was pressed against the wall. “She was just about y/n’s height dark hair eyes that would light up the dark sky.” Vance tried to step between albert and i but that just ended up with vance being shoved. Vance groaned as he hit the floor with a thud. “But he took her away. And god dammit I won’t let you do that too.”

Albert placed his hand under my chin pushing it up so I was making eye contact with me. “Dawn was mine, but he took her away. now y/n’s mine, and god dammit I won’t let you or that asshole Bruce yamada take her.” I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt alberts breath against my cheek. I felt alberts lips press against my cheek. I opened my eyes quickly staring over at vance begging for help. Tears well up in my eyes. I squeezed my eyes shut yet again letting a few fall down my cheeks as I felt alberts lips trailing closer and closer to my lips. “Stop” I cried trying to push him away, “stop it, stop it please” I said before using all my strength to push him off of me. Albert fell on his ass right in front of me. I didn’t waste anytime sprinting away from him. Turning the corner towards the bathroom. I heard alberts heavy footsteps behind me. I jumped across the hidden hole and grabbed onto the cord pulling it so it tightened up. Albert was right behind me so he instantly tripped falling into the hole. The loud snap of his ankle causing me to squeeze my eyes shut and Albert to let out a scream. I got up and grabbed the toliet tank lid and raising it above my head. “I-I thought you loved me y/n”

“Not anymore” I whispered before bringing it down over his head. Blood splattered over the walls, me, everything in at least a 3 to four foot radius. I looked up to see vance standing there eyes widened. I quickly looked back down at alberts body before raising it back over my head.

I brought the lid down onto his head over and over. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you” i muttered everytime I brought the lid down onto his head. I knew he was dead, but I needed closer, billy, griffin, and Vance did too. He needed to be dead. And I needed the proof of his mush of brain left all over me and the walls. “Y/n?” Vance whispered breaking me out of my murderous State. I dropped the lid letting it shatter on the ground. “Let’s go.”

I nodded stepping around my uncles dead body and towards vance. Once I was right in front of him I engulfed him in a hug. Wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my bloody face into his shoulder. Sobs emitting from my throat. Vance akwardly wrapped his arms around my torso as he slowly rocked us side to side. “It’s over” i muttered.

“It’s over” Vance replied before I pulled away. I stared down and wiped my tears before looking up at vance. “Let’s go” he nodded, we both walked back into the main basement area. I avoided looking at my dads body as we walked past and towards the stairs. I just couldn’t look, I didn’t think I could mentally take it. We both walked up the stairs and through the empty house and to the front door. Vance opened the front door revealing the glass door. I looked around for Samson normally just opening one of the doors would summon him.

Just like clockwork Samson arrived barking up a storm. “Hurry” I whispered as I watched vance take the lock in his hands. I stuck my hand out letting samson smell in, let him recognize the sent. Albert had ways of calming samson down sometimes he’d just shout at him but sometimes if Samson finds you familiar just sticking your hand out letting him smell you he’d sit and calm down. But he’d only do it for albert and I. Not my dad.

Samson turned around trotting back to his spot on the couch lowering his barking.

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Then the lock fell the the ground with a thud. Vance pushed the door open and we both walked out. Sat across the street pressed against the fence was bruce, and Gwen. More and more police cars pulled up to the house all piling into the house across the street. Bruce lifted his head up in response to Gwen tapping his shoulder. His eyes widened as his eyes landing. He quickly stood up and sprinting towards me, tears building up in his eyes. “Oh my god y/n. I thought I lost you” he whispered into my shoulder as he engulfed me in a hug. I sighed as I wrapped my arms around him. I watched as a emt walked up to vance who stood a bit behind me. He said something to Vance I couldn’t really comprehend my thoughts were racing. Bouncing off my brain and ricocheting back. And then the emt escorting Vance towards the ambulance. Everything, every sound, thought was echoed faded. I didn’t think I was going to make it this far. Was I dreaming was that why everything waa begining to sound faded. I hoped, prayed that I wouldn’t wake up. Hoped it wasn’t just some made up dream, so fantasy I was having as I died.

“This is real right?” I asked as I clung to Bruce, I didn’t want to risk letting go and never seeing him again. “I hope so” he whispered back tightening his grip around me. We both pulled away and Bruce looked down at a large bloody patch covering the bottom of his white shirt. “Woah, are you alright?” He said his eyes softened as his face contorted into a worried expression. “I’m fine” i said as I lifted my shirt a bit to see a gaping wound in my stomach. “No, no you aren’t come on let’s get you some help” Bruce said grabbing my hand dragging me towards the ambulance that vance sat in, a blanket wrapped around him as the emt worked on a few of Vance’s wounds some recent some old, some major some minor. But he definitely needed hospitalization from the look of a large infected wound on the side of his torso. “She’s bleeding do you think you can fix her up?” Bruce asked. The emt turned around and nodded “one second sit right there kiddo” he said. I nodded and took a seat next to vance while Bruce took a seat on the concrete. Staring up at me concern still lingered over him. The emt dabbed at Vance’s wound before saying. “We’re probably gonna need to take you to the hospital don’t think we can treat it here” before taking a large enough bandage and covering it so it wouldn’t get worse. Then he turned to me. “We’re ya bleeding from kid?” The emt was younger probably in his mid twenties. He had blonde neatly styled hair and brown eyes. I lifted up my shirt to reveal the wound. The emt sighed before grabbing the alcohol wipes and wiping the left over blood from the wound. I winced and squeezed as eyes shut as the alcohol entered my wound.

“Mom?”

I looked over to see vance staring up at a lady. Same blonde hair and blue eyes so I knew it was his mom. She had tears in her eyes as vance stood up and ran to her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly hugging him. “Vance, oh my god. I thought you were gone” she said as she cradled his face in her hands. “I missed you momma” he whispered to her.

“We won’t be able to treat this here kid we’re gonna have to take you to the hospital”

“C-can I come with her?” Bruce said standing up. “Sorry kid you can’t only parents or guardians.”

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I sat in my hospital room. Bruce laid on the couch while I stared up at the tv watching the news. I few knocks on the door pulled me out of my trance. “Come in?” I said assuming that it was a nurse coming to check on me, since I did have some blood loss. I heard the door open as I turned my head back towards the tv. The police had tried to contact my mom but all they got was my stepdad telling them she was supposed to be here. They wouldn’t tell me what they found in the basement across the street either. “Hey” I turned my head to see Vance. He was showered now and dressed in new clean clothes. “Hey” I whispered as he walked towards me. He pointed towards the spot next to me and I nodded scooting over so he could sit. He climbed up onto the bed and sat next to me. “So weres you mom?” I asked, “she’s out in the waiting room passed out” he whispered laughing lightly. I smiled to myself, he was even more prettier all cleaned up no blood, or dirt. “Did they get a hold of yours?” He asked. I shook my head staring down at my hands. “Just my stepdad.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes taking in the weird feeling of not having to worry anymore. Being with each other but not having that underlying dread of not making it out. “Hey Vance” I whispered, I don’t know why but I just randomly had the guts to tell him. Tell him I liked him even when I wasn’t even certain that I did. “Hm?” He hummed “I have something to tell you but don’t be mad at me ok?”

He furrowed his eyebrows as he stared at me. “I’m not fucking promising anything” he said. I sighed as I stared at my jittery hands. “Just fucking say it” I nodded and looked up at him. “I think I like you” he stared at me eyes widened, my breath hitched as I squeezed my eyes shut. I fucked up.

“No, no-no you can’t” he whispered.

“What?” My eyebrows furrowed, my voice laced with confusion. “You can’t like me you just can’t.”

“If you don’t like me its f-“

“It’s not that I don’t fucking like you” he said as he scooted away from me. “It’s just that you can’t, I’m me. What if I hurt you”.

“You’re not a monster vance” I whispered as I took his hands in mine. “Everyone in this town thinks I am” he muttered as tears filled his eyes. “I-I’m just a kid, and everyday, everytime I walk by anyone they flinch or walk faster”

“I’m violent y/n, I’ve almost killed people”

“I don’t care!”

“Dammit I just can’t I’m sorry y/n”

“I’m- I’m gonna go” he whispered before I felt him stand up. I quickly grabbed his arm pulling him back down. “Y-“ I hugged him, my arms tightened around him as tears fell down my cheeks. He pushed me off of him

“I told you! I fucking can’t!”

3rd pov

Vance hated himself, the moment that door slammed shut he knew he fucked up. She liked him, she actually liked him and he threw it away, because he thought he wasn’t worthy of her love. But someone finally loved him. Finally someone loved him for him other than his mother. No girl not even a boy liked him for him. But he just showed her how much of an asshole he was by pushing her away, shouting at her.

He sighed as he squeezed his eyes shut letting tears fall down his cheeks. Why was he him, why couldn’t he be someone else why couldn’t he be like Bruce. She definitely didn’t like him now.

Y/n cried and cried. She kept contemplating why she was letting a stupid boy upset her like this, why she let Vance hopper upset her. She used to be scared of him but now she hated him.

Vance wanted to go back into her room, apologize, hug her back. Tell her he liked her too. But would she even accept his apology. Maybe. That’s what motivated him to turn around and go back in. He pushed the door open to see y/n now curled up turned towards the opposite direction. Quiet sniffles and sobs coming from her. He slowly walked over and sat down. Y/n turned as she felt the bed dip. She furrowed her eyebrows as she saw it was vance. “Why are you-you back?” She whispered. “I’m sorry” he replied. Y/n huffed and rolled her eyes before pulling her blanket over her body a bit more. “I just I thought that I didn’t deserve you, and I guess I-I proved it by yelling at you” he whispered. “You don’t have to forgive me, you don’t even have to like me anymore. I’m a fucking asshole.” Y/n reached out from under the blanket and grabbed his hand. He turned around furrowing his eyebrows. She tugged on his arm until he laid down next to her. She took one of her hands and placed it onto his cheek before pressing her lips to his. It was weird the past week had been full of negative thoughts, emotions, events. But somehow she felt happy, happy in his arms. This just felt right “I forgive you” she whispered pulling away before pressing her lips back against his.

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[overtime-city-works]

Moon child

Dabi x gn reader no warnings.

The darkness is something that has always been feared, as something that only brings trouble, pain and suffering.

For you that is not the case, the night brings peace, calm, and healing. It is the time you can escape from the expectations of the day and simply dream of a different place.

You look up to the moon above, its silver light is simply that, a neutral unjudgmental light that gently curves and grazes against the deeper parts of black.

Your quirk is something that not even you fully understand. Some people would say you didn't even have one, as it only ever works in the light of the moon. You don't mind how cliche and useless that could be to some people.

When the light reaches your outstretched hand, you feel the cool touch of metal. In your hand, stretching the length of your body is a spear. You close your eyes, feel the shift, and then you open them to the weighted rivets in the handle of a katana.

"You shouldn't play with those," a raspy, deep voice comes from the shadows of an alley. There's a spark of blue and in the light smoke swirls out from a cigarette into the bright moonlit street.

"It might give someone the wrong idea."

You're not afraid. The katana melts and slips from your fingers and becomes one again with the light. A new form emerges, and you pick up the small cat, you nuzzle into the soft grey fur of its belly before you set it gently down on the road. It wanders towards the stranger in the dark, hidden from the moon, hidden from you.

There is a flash of blue, before you can even consciously call something forward, the light has hardened into a box around you. The cat walks forward, unharmed.

"What's your quirk?" The stranger says, suspicious.

"Something stronger than the flames of cremation," You say quietly, recognising the black haired man who steps into the light.

Dabi has found you at your most powerful. The only way your could be more so is if you were in more open space like a field where all the light could touch.

"I'm guessing you know who I am," Dabi smirks.

"And you do not know what I am," you answer, calling the cat to return to you. As it does, you see the image of Dabi in your mind from when he was fighting the children from UA.

The cat gets bigger, and shifts and moves until in its place is the copy of the man in front of you.

You make the moonlight Dabi turn, and pose, and then come to you, and you can't help but scoff at Dabis obvious disgust when you make the copy of him throw a peace sign.

"Some sort of mimic?"

"Something like that," you say vaguely.

Again, he throws blue flames at you. It's sudden, and it engulfs you like a ring. The Dabi form melts away again as you sigh and keep your composure even though the fire light is brighter than the moon, perhaps Dabi is one of the only people who could kill you then.

"I didn't come here to fight," you say.

It seems at your lack of fear he creates a pathway through the flames and stalks towards you.

"You shouldn't be out if you don't intend to fight tonight," his eyes look you over, with something like disdain. "You're not a hero are you?"

You shake your head, and the mirth comes back to his lips.

"Didn't think so, you're too fucking weird. Standing in the middle of the street like that,"

"I'm neurodivergent." You say.

"Weird and blunt," Dabi says, a wrinkle at his nose.

"No, just neurodivergent. If you expect common answers, go find someone common"

There's a buzzing, coming from Dabi's pocket. He finishes the cigarette, but he doesn't blow the smoke in your face like you expect. Instead, he pulls a slightly singed card from his jacket.

"Call this number tomorrow evening. If you feel like you want to do something with that quirk of yours,"

"And if I don't want to join you?" You ask, even as you take it.

He shrugs. "I don't give a fuck, just know that I'll burn it tomorrow at 11pm even if you're holding it," He grins.

You highly doubt that Dabi's power works similarly to Hawks', but you don't really want to take the risk. You hold the singed card, and as Dabis flames burn lower you summon the grey cat once again. It's soft fur against your face as it nudges against your cheek is calming.

Dabi begins to walk away.

You expect something scathing, but it seems he's done with you. You stand still, holding your cat until Dabi has disappeared down the hill.

You inspect the card, turn it over and commit the number to memory before you summon flames of grey and it burns up to nothing. You'd be useless to them anyway.

"Aizawa will find this interesting hmm, that's the third villain to approach me this month. I wonder if I'm giving off some sort of signal" You say quietly as you hold your head still for the cat to gently headbutt it.

The cat meows softly, it sounds like your old childhood pet.

As if you hadn't been interrupted, you go back to practicing with your quirk, Aizawa for all his faults with his hero students, has a different relationship with you and the others. Unsuitable for hero work, something of an experiment.

You don't mind, it gets you out of the house.

#mha dabi #bnha #overtime city drabbles #dabi drabble #mha fanfiction #fanfiction #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #gn reader

[marivenah]

FLUFFTOBER - DAY 4

Supporting silly Quirks/Hobbies - for Nadya

>> from last year's prompt list

Pairing: Nadya x Eddy

Characters: Nadya, Edward Nigma

Words: 865

Something I had already planned to write last year but.. yeah that didn't work out.

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The ride up the tower of the Miagani Botanical Garden looked a lot shorter from the bottom of the building. But that only helps build up the tension. There’s a lightness in her chest building up from it alongside it. The light shaking of the elevator makes her pulse fasten, as it lifts her above the city lying underneath. And the higher she gets, the more adrenaline shoots through her whole body. Until she finally reaches the top.

The metal door screeches as it opens. Carefully, she steps outside of the elevator and as the wind now softly brushes over her cheeks, it feels as though she is flying. Her steps to the railing are light and quick. The metal is cold under her touch, but it doesn’t bother her, as her excitement seems to ignite her from within.

For the first time in her life, Nadya sets foot on the viewing platform that’s towering over Miagani Island. How long has she been dreaming of this very moment? All these nights she climbed up onto the roof of the orphanage just to get a glimpse of the huge city that is Gotham. And now she can finally see everything.

The air up here is thinner, causing her breathing to get heavier. And still, she can’t help but smile so widely when she huffs the air out of her lungs.

“I can’t believe I’m finally up here.”

“Yes, well, neither can I”, Eddy says while making his way to the railing, though a little slower than Nadya did.

She leans back on the metal as she watches him with a smug look on her face. “Are you afraid of heights?”

“No, I just can’t seem to grasp the importance of this endeavour. You wanted to come up here since you were a child, but exactly what is so special about this place again?”

“Isn’t that obvious? The view.” She spreads her arms as she presents the city to him in extravagance.

“Oh yes, a spectacular view. The sign of the Vicki Vale Show shines a lot brighter from this angle”, he states. With, what she assumes, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Nadya rolls her eyes. She grabs Eddy’s arm and drags him over to the other side of the platform. They pass the beautiful view of the sea. The sound of the waves crashing against the island can even be heard from up here. Out of her periphery, she also spots the now empty orphanage. But the former orphan is not in the mood for nostalgia, so she skips it entirely.

“Here”, she says as she stops. Not only Miagani but also Founder’s Island is observable from here. “The entire city underneath your feet. Everything seems even bigger from this perspective. It makes you realize how small you actually are. I always wondered what Gotham would look like from the eyes of a bird.”

Eddy's view wanders over Gotham for a moment, after which his attention is fully back on Nadya.

“And that is… good?”, he asks.

“It’s fascinating. Liberating almost.” She shrugs, “And it’s pretty.”

He doesn’t respond and simply eyes her with a rather puzzling look on his face.

She sighs, “I lived right on the other side of the street, but it was never a possibility.”

“You haven’t been living in the orphanage for years. So, why didn’t you come here earlier?”

“Hm, I was so busy with just surviving out there, I guess I forgot.”

“A craving for something so important and you simply forget?”, he asks, more so out of confusion than curiosity.

Nadya smiles and scrunches her nose at her friend, “Well, thanks to you I remembered again.” Then, she gently lays her hands on his that is resting on the metal railing, “Thank you for inviting me up here, Eddy.”

The touch catches him off guard. He jumps at it a little but shows no interest in removing her hands. He averts his gaze and looks around the place, then he clears his throat, “Yes, I thought it would be the perfect place for this occasion.”

For some reason, the woman’s heart drops into her stomach. She tilts her head. Hopefully, her cheeks won’t flush. She did not expect there to be more.

With hasty movements, he uses his free hand to search through the bag he brought with him. Whatever he pulls out of it, he hands it to Nadya. It is wrapped in paper.

A… gift? She hesitates at first but when she looks into his eyes — which are seemingly pleading with her to take it — and grabs the little package. She wastes no time unwrapping it.

“A camera?”, she gasps.

“Correction, your camera.”

Her eyes widen. “What? No way, you fixed it? But I tried everything.”

As he tells her with full pride how easy it was to repair it after finding that one tiny little error, Nadya raises the device to her face, corrects the position, and takes a photo. It actually shows up on the display, making her light up once more.

“Oh, it works again!”

“Of course it does.”

She places a chaste kiss on his cheek and whispers a soft ‘thank you’.

#oc: nadya #txt.nadya #mywriting* #mine.ft23 #x: creative minds inspire others #booted up the game only to make sure all of the details are correct #guess who ended up playing for several hours #i'm so excited for the 31st when i can finally play this game again #this is the second one already what is happening to me

[nyxxystyx]

WHO ARE THE DEATHWOLVES? Part 7/∞

Faye ushered Veronica and Salem into her house, looking back out to the street to see that Azuna and Dr. Kirié were already long gone. How the hell did they do that? Faye shook her head, closing the door.

The house itself was large, definitely upper-middle class. A large chandelier hung over the foyer, crystals sparkling and throwing prismatic colors onto the walls around it from the light that was streaming in through the large window above the front door. The three hung up their coats in the small closet by the door, and then started up the spiraling staircase just adjacent to the foyer.

"Fayelin? Is that you, dear?" A voice called from down near the end of the hallway, prompting Faye to stop her ascent and call a response back. An older woman that was likely Faye's mother peeked her head out from an open archway, holding up a gloved hand to keep what was likely some kind of meat marinade from dripping onto the floor. She was maybe in her mid 40s, and, like Faye, had similar wispy, wavy blonde hair and dark blue eyes. Her accent was a little stronger than Faye's, but not by much.

"Yeah, mom. We've got a mountain of homework to get through, so we'll be upstairs!" Faye waited until her mother nodded and headed back into the kitchen before hurrying upstairs with Veronica and Salem at last. They entered Faye's room and shut the door, with Faye locking it for good measure.

Faye's bedroom was a shock to anyone that didn't know the woman. A number of band posters for obscure alternative and heavy metal bands hung on the walls. The ceiling was largely dominated by a tapestry made of a soft and thin fabric depicting all manner of pagan and wiccan symbols.

It looked more like a bedroom that Salem lived in, not Faye. Nevertheless, Faye moved across the room and sat at her desktop computer, booting it up and waiting for Veronica and Salem to do the same.

Veronica and Salem sat cross-legged on the bed near Faye's desk. Veronica simply reached into her pocket, withdrawing that strange card that Azuna, or Helix, had given her. She flipped it over and back again, admiring the craftsmanship of the embossed six-eyed wolf on the one side. Salem took theirs out after a moment. They mimicked Veronica's actions, simply studying the card. However, they held theirs up to the light for a moment, and their eyes went wide. They gestured for the others to do the same. When they did, they were shocked to see that the cards weren't just made of that strange polymer. They were slightly transparent, and upon closer inspection Veronica noticed incredibly small circuits and wires running through the middle of the card.

Veronica was shocked. "This isn't just a card...it's some kind of electronic device, too. This is fascinating!"

Faye nodded. "Didn't Az-oops. Didn't Helix say that the cards stored something?"

Salem nodded, signing a response. He said that they store our 'resumé', whatever that really means.

Veronica shrugged. "I guess we'll find out soon enough, eh?" She retrieved her laptop from her backpack, and booted it up.

"Does...anyone want to go first? Or should we just do this at the same time?" Faye was understandably nervous. She, like the rest of them, had very expensive equipment. If this was some kind of trick, and it damaged their computers, it wouldn't be cheap to fix.

Veronica hesitated for a moment, but spoke up. "I'll do it first, fuck it."

Once her laptop booted up properly, she did as Helix said. She moved the card over the keyboard briefly.

The response was instant. There weren't even visible commands being run. A window opened on her desktop, the contents simple. A number of boxes asked for personal information like name, district ID, and other identifying features. The only flair in the window at all was that same six-eyed wolf, sitting in the upper right hand corner. Every so often, the eyes blinked in unison.

Faye had already moved over to sit by Veronica, and Salem couldn't tear their eyes from the screen. "So, I just...give them this info? Is it going to delete me from the system?"

Veronica considered the implications of that for a moment. She would become a ghost in the machine, as Helix had said. But...

"We won't exist anywhere anymore. Is that something we want?"

Salem nodded. This system sucks, I'm gonna be glad to be out of it.

Faye snorted. "That is true. There's a lot of things that I would prefer not be a part of PelOS anymore. If Helix was serious, it's all gonna go away. True E-Death. Something I've only heard about."

Veronica nodded. E-Death was something that had been talked about in the black hat circles that they were apart of, but even they didn't know if it was truly possible.

In essence, it was a redaction protocol cooked up by...someone. No one really knew where it came from, and the people that did know weren't telling. It erased any trace of you and your personal information from the entirety of PelOS. No birth, no death, nothing in between. You never existed.

Veronica had theorized that perhaps it was some kind of government cover-up tool, while Faye had speculated that it was a weapon of the people used to disappear activists so they weren't killed for speaking out against the Violets. There were never any officially sanctioned killings, of course, but it seemed like GhostEx was putting out an article every other week about how dissenting voices had been arrested and then suffered 'accidents' or just 'offed themselves' in prison because they couldn't handle the idea that they had been caught.

It was a load of bullshit.

If the DeathWolves were the ones that created E-Death, then...their influence went much deeper than anyone knew.

And that was exactly why Veronica decided to fill out the form. She had enough faith that this wasn't some kind of trick. Nor was she paranoid enough.

When the information was filled out, she advanced to the next page, and...her screen went black.

Veronica gave a terrified gasp. "There's no fucking way..." Faye's voice sounded angry.

After a few agonizing moments of silence, Veronica's laptop screen turned back on, and the whole screen was taken up by this strange window now. That six-eyed wolf took up most of the screen, baring it's fangs. Over the top of the logo was text that read simply:

WE THE DEAD WELCOME YOU, YOUNG WOLF

Underneath the greeting was a smaller line of text:

What do we call you?

A final text box awaited Veronica's input.

"H-holy shit..." Any trace of anger was gone from Faye's voice. She leaped off of her bed and sat down, running a few quick searches on her own computer.

"Roni..." Faye swiveled her monitor to face Veronica. Every search Faye had run to find information on Veronica turned up no results. She swiveled her chair to face Veronica then, an awed look on her face. "You're..."

Veronica was stunned. It was real. She...

"I'm dead."

She looked back down at her laptop screen. The cursor blinked in that final text box.

What do we call you?

Veronica thought about it for a moment. Who did she want to be? What did she want to be?

The answer hit her like a freight train, and with a gleeful smile she typed just five letters.

U-M-B-R-A.

~////////////////////~

i'm BACK bitches and you better BELIEVE this one is a big one

Chapter 1 has officially begun and I couldn't be more excited to take you all on this journey with me, I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope you're prepared for SO much more. <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

#writing #original writing #the instituteverse #welcome to the instituteverse #who are the deathwolves #original character #THEY'RE IN BABEY #or at least veronica is but the other two will join shortly after don't worry #HOPE YOU LIKED THIS ONE #tw // suicide mention #cw // suicide mention

[yeoubye]

SINPHO Racer — Hayashi Taro

“Oh, he's bad at lying.”

BACKGROUND.

Taro is considered the pure example of a spoiled kid who came from a well-off family compared to others. His life was fairly easy as everyone and their mothers wanted to be his friend due to his high status within society. Especially during kindergarten, Taro was treated better than those who didn’t have what he did. Even if he wasn’t told why this was, he'd soon get the hint.

His popularity among classmates and his friends was because of the fact his family was rich. They wanted his money, not his companionship. At a very young age throughout middle school and high school, Taro distanced himself from many people and made very few friends due to his mistrust of others. Everyone had a motive for wanting to get close to him, whether it was the girls who asked him out or the guys who wanted to hang out with him. They all had a motive and this made Taro lock himself away from everyone, even his own family.

It was at this point during his junior year of high school that he had regular fights with his parents about his future. He disliked the very idea of inheriting their wealth and company, even if his father tried to force it upon him. Taro never finished high school after he made the decision and ran away from home. He sought to find a place to call his own and soon enough stumbled upon illegal street racing. On his own volition, Taro started saving for his motorcycle and signed up for plenty of races. With his past behind him, he found a home and family among these racers. They welcomed him, without caring for his wealth.

Eventually, he soon enough rose to popularity within this small, but distinct group of participants. The motorcycle street racing is kept on the down low, particularly due to the unsanctioned side of it. Only a select trusted few can be invited but it is the highlight of the night.

SYPNOSIS.

The belief that fate has brought an unruly obsession within Taro was an understatement at most. He chases his high like a puma yet can't get enough. An addiction so far out of his reach that he doesn't know what to do with himself. Annoying as he is, his uninvited presence at your dingy mechanic garage can't be anything less than welcoming.

GREETING.

Taro isn't unfamiliar with the feeling of obsession, not after finding his place among a lot of street racers. It wasn't until recently, when he had the off chance of meeting you for the first time, that a strange infatuation started within him. He didn't want to label it as an obsession, that felt too… aggressive, but your presence was all too consuming.

"Yah," he waved his hand in front of your face, hoping to distract you from working on some lousy guys' motorbike. The paint job was horrendous and whoever your customer was didn't bother to put air in either tire. What made this customer's bike more important than his own? Well, even if Taro's is in tip-top shape.

"I know you're busy but can't you at least make time for me?" He made an immediate show of his displeasure by crossing his arms whilst sighing deeply. Taro stepped back for a moment as he slumped into a nearby metal chair. "You know… my motor's engine could be looked at. Something's wrong with it." This was a lie.

RESPONSE EX.

He raised an eyebrow at that. The smell of oil came from him, yet Taro wouldn't seem to mind unlike the plentiful of customers that came in. "If you can do that this morning... then I guess your bike is fine?" He mused, tilting his chin up to assess Taro.

Taro was not used to being so upfront but with you, it feels natural to act like how he wanted to. He was the confident, outgoing man he always wanted to be when he was around you but only you.

"It feels off. You're the mechanic, figure it out." It was another excuse to see you. At this point, he'd happily pay you a ridiculous amount of money just to get you to talk to him.

#1989SINPHO #1989BOTS #YEOUBIPOST

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

genre: summer!au, ex high school classmaters, kinda frenemies to lovers, tattoo artist!&piercing artist!jungkook, popular!reader

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

warnings: you broke jungkook's heart you bitch!! , oral sex (m&f), protected sex (shocking tbh), CL as your bestie it doesnt get better than that! idk i dont wanna spoil too much

author's note: fucking finally dude!! i've been writing this since february but school was kicking my ass. now that i finished my exams and mercury is in gemini i was able to finish it. if you read this, i hope you enjoy it!

Inkphoria

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping the flyer too tightly, rumpling the paper in your hand until you're pretty much sure it's ruined. It's the first day of June, and it's already too hot. The sun and humid weather are causing beads of sweat to form in your hairline and your white tank top to stick to your skin. Your jean shorts didn't feel this uncomfortable a few hours ago and you're sure the heat is causing your mascara to transfer to your eyelids and lower lashline. You've never needed a slushie and a smoke this bad in forever, even if you knew the later would make your parents lose their shit.

Inkphoria

You read it again. Your brain is trying to guess what font its written in, an excuse to try to steady your heart beat until your nerves ease a little and you can finally gather the courage to step into the damn shop. You've noticed a few people passing by giving you strange looks because maybe it hasn't been fifteen minutes. Perhaps you've been unmoving like an idiot in the middle of the street for longer than you want to admit.

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

'Its not that much of a big deal. It's not even that painful, trust me.'

You wish you could trust your best friend, but your best friend is also the same woman who assured you Cats was the movie of the year. Yes, not 'Cats: The Musical'. 'Cats', the movie.

'And this could be a great start to get out of your comfort zone and start living your life exactly the way you want to, not the way people expect you to. Not the way your family wants you to, not the way Adam wanted you to.'

But although her credibility could sometimes be questionable - like that time she also told you she'd tried marmite and 'honestly, it's not as bad as people make it out to be'-, you also didn't trust anybody in this world as much as you trusted her. She had always been your entire support system, the only one around you who never sugarcoated, who always treated you as an equal, who was always there for you to help you discover yourself and, at the same time, remind you of who you were.

'And it's gonna look so hot, too.'

That's it. Sticking the wrinkled flyer on your back pocket, your feet finally start moving. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing open the door.

The first thing you notice is that, thankfully, the shop is empty. The second thing you notice is the bright sky blue walls, a green undertone peaking through. Your eyes scan nervously the interior. Frames with tattoo designs and people modeling other different designs decorate the walls, some skateboards also hanging from the ceiling. A few plants in the corner, and two leather couches on either side of the room. Your scanning stops on the counter, where a girl with short, platinium hair and -what you guess is- the eighty percent of her body inked. Face included. She's been looking at you, a smirk tugging at her lips. Her tone is amused when she speaks

"Hi." she says. "You can come closer, you know? We don't bite."

Great. As if you couldn't feel more out of place, apparently you also couldn't look more out of place.

"Sorry." you gulp as you walk forward. "It's my first time doing anything like this."

She laughs this time, but it's not mean. It's not mocking, thank God, and the smile she sends you is as warm as the weather, friendly, luckily helping you calm down a bit. "A virgin, huh? JK's gonna love this." your eyes jump in surprise, but she's fast to wave her hands in front of you. "Just a joke. So, first time getting a tattoo. You have something in mind, honey?"

"Um, no. Not a tattoo. Not yet, I think." you wet your lips, regretting not reaplying chapstick before stepping inside. "A piercing."

"Oh! Cool!" she claps her hands, too excited for your own taste, pulling from under the counter a catalogue. "So, where will it be? Cartilogue? Nose? A lot of people are getting their septums pierced right now, though, so you might-"

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

Her gaze finds yours in surprise, although her face swiftly transforms again into an amiable expression. "Now, that's badass. Alright!" she skims through the pages of the catalogue until she finds the nipple piercing collection. You scratch your head before wiping your forehead sweat-free. "You can pick either barbells or hoops, although barbells heal faster and they don't move around as much. There's different kinds of metal, too. Gold or platinium. If your skin is sensitive, I recommend titanium. It's hypoallergenic and not as problematic."

The blonde keeps talking as you nod your head, a smile making its way into your face while silently thanking her for her easygoing personality. It quickly makes you feel comfortable and stupid for being so terrified of doing this.

Once you decide, settle on the cost and sign the papers, she stands up from the stool she'd been sitting on. "Ok, I'll go tell my coworker. He's been sketching tattoos all morning, it's time he gets to work!" she laughs, but suddenly your smile banishes and your throat shuts down.

"He?" your alarmed tone halts her motions and she looks back at your frightened expression.

He? A he is going to pierce your nipple? You're about to let a random stranger, a HE, see and touch one of your boobs and then pierce a needle through one of your nipples?

"Oh, baby, don't worry. I'd do it myself if I knew how to, but I only do tattoos. Most of our staff are on summer vacation so it's mostly just him and I. If you don't feel comfortable, which is totally understandable, you can wait until september when Minzy comes back and she can do it for you." It's her turn to scratch the back of her head as she adds: "but trust me, we're professionals. He's not a creep or anything like that. He's been doing this for a long time. He won't cross any boundaries."

September? You won't even be here in september. Fuck.

Sure, you could do it when you move back into the city. But this summer was supossed to be the summer. You already decided after your breakup with Adam that there would be no trace of the old you. That it was time to push yourself, to do the things that you've always wanted to do, unapologetically. To find the new you, the real you. To stop being scared.

So after going through you options for a few seconds and taking a deep breath, you make up your mind.

"It's fine. I can do it."

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"JK, sweetheart!"

Jungkook is finishing drawing a Chinese dragon when Mijoo opens the door without knocking. Again. He puts the pen down, rubbing his eyes. It's monday, a slow monday, not much work, and he had hoped it would stay that way until closing time. It's summer and Jungkook hates summer. He hates the heat, he hates being drenched in sweat, and he hates the fact that he can do nothing about it. Because working in the summer is terrible. Summer makes him lazy, makes him want to bathe in a tub full of iced water and not get out until he turns into a raisin and october comes. It makes him irritable. Summer makes him annoyed by people -like Mijoo, even if he loves her to death- and himself.

"I got a girl here who wants a nipple piercing, her first piercing by the way, so get your shit ready and bla bla bla. Straight titanium barbell. Also, don't flirt and don't be creepy. She almost ran away when I told her a male was going to be touching and piercing her tit, be mindful of that. She's too cute, if you want to get her number you should wait until it's done. I think that's it. I'll bring her in in a minute."

Mijoo leaves as fast as she talks, but Jungkook is already used to it. He's already used to the headaches her mouth causes too. He sighs before standing up, tying his too-long raven hair into the best bun he can manage. He washes his hands, sets the table up, sits on the chair and puts the gloves on. He's too busy sterilizing the jewerly when Mijoo comes back with you.

"Alright, my babies. I'll leave you to it." she turns to you. "He'll explain everything, from how the process will be to how to take care of it after it's done." she leaves before saying bye, closing the door behind her, and then he finally turns to you.

Your eyes meet and suddenly everything stops. He almost drops the sterilizing machine, his whole body tensing, going into panic mode as he recognizes you immediatly. His hands shake.

Of course he does. Of course he recognizes his high school crush. The too goody two shoes, too pretentious and too rich, too good for everybody and, most importantly, 'too good for Jeon Jungkook' girl of his high school dreams. Of course he recognizes the girl he had confessed his stupid crush to when he was sixteen. Of course he recognizes the girl who rejected and broke his young and foolish heart when he was a dumb teenager.

It doesn't matter that six years have passed ever since. He still knows every lock of your hair like the palm of his hand. He still remembers the shape of your lips and the exact shade of your eyes. He can still identify the body he fantasized about -and jacked off to- when he was a hormonal teen, now filled in all the right places. Now a grown woman.

Just one look at you after years and years of pining is enough to almost make him faint. And grow a boner under his jeans.

And by the look on your face, your eyes wide and your mouth agape, you recognize him as well.

Dammit.

He schools his features and clears his throat. Forces his body to relax and compose himself, because he's not a teenager anymore. He's also a grown man, who has matured, who now has much more experience with women than he did back then. He had already embarrased himself enough when he was sixteen to be doing it all over again. You're just another attractive girl in a sea of attractive women.

He turns to you. You still haven't said anything. Neither has he.

"Um, you can sit on the table." he manages, motioning to the set up in front of him. He watches you taking doubtful steps until you're sitting down, your eyes avoiding his gaze. He almost forgot you were here to get pierced. Holy shit, you were here to get pierced. To get your nipple pierced.

You're a professional, Jungkook. You can do this, Jungkook. You've seen boobs before, Jungkook. You've pierced nipples before, Jungkook.

Clearing his throat again and forcing his hands to stay by his side, he speaks. "The... The top." your gaze finds his, like a puppy about to get scolded. You look at your top, realization dawning on you. "You don't have to take it off. You can just pull it down."

So you do, pulling the straps of the white tank top down and dragging the fabric down with trembling fingers. No bra. Jungkook gulps as your breasts comes into vision. As perfect as he had imagined years ago. His cock twitches. Round, full, perky and so damn inviting he has to hold himself back from latching onto one nipple with his mouth around it and swirling his tongue over the nub until you're a pretty, moaning, little mess on his piercing tabl-

He closes his eyes for just a second before reminding himself to act like the 23 year old Jungkook he's tried so hard to become. The confident, assured Jungkook he is.

"Okay, this is how it'll go. First I'll clean it and scrub it to get rid of any bacteria." he's so glad he hasn't stuttered yet. 23 year old Jungkook doesn't stutter like 17 year old Jungkook. He's also glad he can pick the alcohol bottle and the surgical scrub without trembling. When he faces you again, you're watching his motions with your lip caught between your teeth. That has him swallowing the lump in his throat.

Making eye contact with him again, you take a deep breath and offer a small nod, so he gets to work. He can show you and himself he's a grown man. A grown man who can pierce a nipple without appearing like it's the first time he's seen a boob in his life. The sooner he does it, the sooner it's over.

Jungkook wets the paper towel with alcohol before carefully wiping over your nub with it. Your back arches, probably from the cold feeling, he guesses. He rubs it a few times before throwing it in the trash can nearby. He avoids looking at how enticing the soft peak is salluting him when he reaches for the marker. He doesn't say anything when he dots it with it, jaw clenched and his dick painfully stiff.

"Lay back." his voice low as he commands, turning away to get the clamp. When he slides closer, he tries to ignore the view: you, with your hair sprawled and your sweaty, shiny skin and your eyes focused on the cieling, nipple fully erect, like the star of one of his most erotic dreams. He extends his free gloved hand before he can stop himself, fingers carefully working the nub until he's sure it's painfully hard. Almost as hard as he is.

You gasp, your back arching again. He stills and looks at you, your cheeks flushed pink. Probably from the heat, he guesses again. Or at least that's what he tells himself. He can't stop himself from wondering how responsive would you be in a different setting, most likely his bed while his teeth play with your breast and his cock dives into-

"You okay?" he studies your face, your eyes not meeting his and instead still focusing on the white ceiling.

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

"Relax, alright? It'll be over soon." his voice is as gentle as he can, his fingers mindlessly caressing your breast to try to soothe your nerves. Or maybe it's just because he's a selfish bastard. Whatever it is, he forces himself to bring the clamp to your nipple, securing it around it.

"Take a few deep breaths. This will only take a second of pain and then it will go away." He misses the way your mouth falls open, but he doesn't miss the way your eyes squeeze tight as the needle goes in.

"Ah!" he definitely doesn't miss that either. He goes rigid for a second, because that didn't fucking sound like a cry of painfulness. It's breathy, and whiny, not too loud and, for fucks sake, if that's how you sound when you're getting fucked, he swears to God-

He feels your heartbeat under his hands when he puts the barbell in and then the bandage over it. He takes a look at you, chest moving up and down. And then you take a look at him and what he sees is almost enough to take you right there.

Reddened cheeks, drops of sweat framing your face and those eyes glazed with something he's seen too much in the women he's fucked throughout his life. They're half lidded, mascara adorning your long lashes and almost smudged, looking right through him.

"Jungkook..." and your voice, as you say his name -acknowledging him for the first time since you stepped into his shop, for the first time since you were sixteen-, it's hoarse, almost inaudible, like you just came all over his-

He's on his feet in an instant like he's been burned. "It may bleed for the first week, and it can be really sore. The swelling will eventually come down." he's quickly tidying up the table, a bottle in his hand that he hands to you without looking directly. "Wash it gently with this soap and warm water once per day. Don't touch it. Wear a comfortable...bra. If it gets crusty, clean it with saline. Not alcohol or any other thing you might clean a wound with. The soap I just gave you or saline. Nothing else."

He's pacing around the room as he takes his gloves off and throws them in the trash bin, too agressively maybe, then he keeps rambling, like he's hurriedly trying to make you leave as soon as possible. "Avoid pools and the sea. It takes about six months to a year to heal, so don't... don't touch it, don't play with it or..." he clears his throat, "don't let anyone else play with it. And if it gets infected, come back immediately and I'll take a look at it." which he honestly hopes it won't happen. When he faces you, your top is back on and you're getting off the table.

"Alright, um...I'll do that." clearing your throat, your hand gripping the doorknob. "Thank you."

But right before you can exit the room, Jungkook says your name.

"_____." when you turn around to face him, it takes a few seconds for him to make eye contact from across the room. "It was good to see you."

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"Let me see!"

It's the first thing Chaelin says when she opens the door to her appartment. It's on the second floor, small enough to compare it to most expensive appartments you'd stayed in throughout your life, but big enough for Chaelin, her cat and her -impressive- collection of acrylic nail kits and pairs of high heels. It's also big enough for her to offer you the only guest room until summer is over so you didn't have to, one, stay at your parents' place, and two, find an appartment in a short period of time for a short period of time.

When you left years ago, you did so with the thought of 'never looking back'. You never really expected to return here, of all places. Maybe visit your best friend for a weekend at most, have dinner with your parents on a saturday and then go back to the new life you'd made for yourself on a sunday.

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

Tale as old as time: childhood sweethearts get engaged, move in together, son of a bitch sleeps with the assistand he told his girlfriend not to worry about, and then the brokenhearted girl packs her bags and leaves the cheating bastard begging for her to come back.

You'd be lying if you said you were surprised.

Throughout your life, you'd learned to expect many things, regardless of being sheltered and babied by your family since you were born. Watched too much Maury and Dr.Phil. Too much Gossip Girl to know what the deal with life really is.

So, thankfully, you'd only shed a few tears, mostly because your ego and self steem were slightly triggered. You'd realize long before that your feelings for Adam started to disappear once he popped the question and you said yes. Your love story began as teenagers but soon after graduating, the two of you went on different paths: you'd matured, grown into your twenties while he got stuck at 17 and never stopped acting as such.

So yeah, whatever, break ups are hard. But they're not as hard when the love is gone and the sole reason to stay with your partner is to please your parents. You were also right when you expected your mom to tell you to 'forgive and forget' because 'those things just happen, it's not a big deal, honey'.

But above all things, the last thing you expected to happen when you came back was to show your tits and get pierced by none other than motherfucking Jeon Jungkook.

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

The lanky nerd with braces, glasses and an anime obsession much bigger than his hentai obsession, which is saying a lot. The shy, awkward classmate who'd stuttered his undying crush for you when you were just kids. That one who you had rudely rejected like the bitch you used to be in high school.

But my God, Jeon Jungkook was anything but a kid now.

You were shocked. You were gagged. Couldn't seem to fathom what was happening and what your eyes were seeing. It took you a while to close your mouth when you realized JK was Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

With messy black hair, a smoldering gaze free of glasses, piercings adorning both ears, and his right eyebrow,, the braces long gone showing perfectly straight - but still bunny like- teeth. The clothes he wore were loose, all black, but it was impossible not to notice the muscles of his back and arms, covered with tattoos from his hands to his forearms. You'd bet there were more of them underneath the fabric.

It was awkward at first. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. Didn't know if he rememberd you. So you chose to stay quiet while your body chose to react like it had never been in the presence of an attractive young man in it's entire life.

And oh, did it react.

He was reluctant, his old timid demeanor peeking through his newly adopted persona. But as soon as those hands came in contact with your skin, your whole body was lit on fire. Like you were 16 and losing your virginity over again and it was the first time a dude touched your boobs.

There shouldn't have been anything erotic about it -besides the fact that your entire breasts were exposed-, it should've been just a professional procedure. But those gloved fingers touched and pinched and suddenly you were too aware of Jeon Jungkook and the way you were starting to sweat profously, not due to the heat of the season.

You tried to distract yourself by looking at the cieling and not at his gorgeous face. Tried to avoid thinking about Jeon Jungkook and how his mouth would feel wrapped around you. Tried not to think about the way your panties were a second skin to your folds, and how tempted you were to grind your hips until you recieved some sort of friction with the jean fabric of your shorts. You wonder if he noticed you squeezing your thighs together. You hope not.

And then the needle happened. You never thought of yourself as a particularly kinky person. Sex with Adam was boring for the most part and you'd lost your libido for a long time. Stopped thinking about sex altogether. But the pain. The pain mixed with his hand rubbing soothing circles on your breast and his voice, as sweet as honey, guiding you through it. It made you reconsider a lot of things you'd once dismissed as 'weird' or 'deviant'

You swear you almost came right on his table.

And then your eyes connected, you made the mistake of calling his name like a satisfied woman who still needed more, and it was all gone. He stood up like a scared cat, gave you a bunch of explanations about the aftercare that you barely grasped without even looking at you and pretty much rushed you to leave.

So you walked, all the way from the tattoo parlor to Chaelin's appartment, mortified, and completely humilliated.

"Are you gonna let me see or not?" your friend says expectantly as you finally sit down after chugging a glass of iced water. You sigh, placing the glass on the table before carefully pulling down your top. "Oh my God, it looks so cool!" she gasps and you can't help a smile while she studies it in amazement. "Did it hurt?"

"Um, I guess." you keep out the part where you almost orgasmed, obviously, stopping her hand from touching when she reaches towards you. "Wait, no. He said something about not touching it for like six months or a year, I don't remember."

At that, Chaelin's eyebrows quirk up. "He? It was a he? Was he cute, at least?"

"You won't believe this..." looking away for a few seconds, you take a deep breath. "It was Jeon Jungkook."

There's a pause, a silence that fills the room when Chaelin's jaw drops. "Jeon Jungkook...pierced your nipple?"

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you're a hundred percent sure is coming.

"Ha..." there it is. "Ha ha..." you still know there's more. "Ha ha ha..."

Chaelin laughs hysterically for about God knows how long, while you keep drinking your glass of water unfaced, your mind drifting back to Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie, his tattoos and his stupid gloved hands.

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You know he's here.

Everything was cool, you were doing alright, having a great time with your vodka sprite in hand and your cute white bikini on. Chaelin was by your side, the guys were excited to have you back and thankfully, you'd avoided most questions about Adam and they'd avoided digging too deep into the topic. You'd sunbathed the whole afternoon, kept away from the water like he'd told you and ate the Hawaiian pizza Yoongi insisted on ordering despite Namjoon's and Jimin's complaints.

It's at night, when you're a little tipsy and your cheeks are flushed, that you feel it. You'd barely noticed Taehyung disappearing to let in a new guest.

You don't see him, but you feel him.

You're sitting on the pool tile steps, legs dangling and the water baely reaching your belly to make sure it doesn't touch your very sensitive and newly pierced nipple. Your back is facing the sliding glass doors of Hoseok's house, but the moment you hear his voice, smooth but animated as he converses with Taehyung, your body wakes up immediately, back straightening, goosebumps forming on your arms and nipples tightening against the fabric of your two piece.

You don't turn around, instead opting for downing the remaining of your drink and coming to the realization that, of course, Taehyung, social butterfly who'd always got along with everybody and remained friends with most people from high school, still keeps in touch with Jungkook.

You ignore him when he enters the pool, still peering from the corner of your eyes while pretending to be engaged in Chaelin's and Jihyo's conversation. Your mind sabotages you by taking you to that day a week ago at the tattoo parlor.

To the warmth of his hand, to the few strands of hair that his small ponytail couldn't keep together, to the way his eyes focused on such an intimate part of your body, to the endless ink decorating his skin, to-

Great. Now your bottoms are wet and not due to the water.

You don't miss Chaelin supressing a laugh and her not so subtle elbowing. You glance at her in warning and try to keep calm for the next fifteen minutes until Jin proposes moving to the living room to watch a movie.

"I'm gonna stay here for a little longer, guys." you say, after clearing your throat. You needed some time to gather yourself before being in a confined space with Jungkook.

"Are you sure?" Jin stops by your side to place a hand on your shoulder as everybody starts exiting the pool. "It's Mean Girls! You love Mean Girls! You never miss a minute of Mean Girls!"

Rolling your eyes, you wave him dismissively. "I know every dialogue on Mean Girls like the back of my hand, I think I'll be alright, Jin."

When everybody finally leaves, you take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to get him out of your head. Damn Jeon Jungkook and his irresisitble glow up.

"You okay?"

The unexpected voice startles you, a gasp finding its way out of your mouth and causing you to jump on your seat, heartbeat erratic as you instantly recognize who it belongs to. Your hand grasps your chest as if that would do anything to protect yourself against him.

"Shit, don't do that!" you say, the words almost getting stuck in your throat as you see him approaching you, still submerged in the pool. The more he nears you, the less water depth there is and the more visible his torso comes into view. Wich was exactly what you'd been avoiding.

Because Jeon Jungkook was ripped, as you'd imagined when you first encountered him.

Broad shoulders and strong biceps and chiseled abs and veiny forearms. Drenched hair, a full sleeve of tattoos and water dripping from delicious tan skin and all just so very hard. That paired up with a loopsided smile that does nothing but make you shudder.

"Sorry." he doesn't sound apologetic at all when he says that, the smirk adorning his features telling. "You just seemed a little off." you advert your gaze when he pushes his hair back.

"I'm fine, just...just wanted to be by myself."

"Oh" Jungkook's smile disappears. "I can leave, if you want me t-"

"No!" you're not sure where that comes from and neither does he, judging by the look on his face when your eyes find his. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly parted, he's as surprised as you and there's an awkward silence for a few seconds. "Um, you don't have to. I mean, it's not my house, you can do whatever you want." you sniff and tame your voice, trying to seem cool and collected like you didn't just practically beg him not to go.

Ironic, considering this was exactly what you had been fearing for the past thirty minutes.

And then he smiles. A knowing smile. A smile that says 'you just totally checked me out and now you don't want me to leave'. A smile that you would have never associated with Jeon Jungkook of all people years ago. A smile that makes you want to look away but still keeps you in place.

"Sure." he says, closing the space between the two of you slowly but still leaving enough distance. "So, how's it going?"

You clear your throat, head high and determined not to let this man, or any man for that matter, turn you into a trembling mess. You're still you and you're not easily shaken by the opposite sex. Or at least that's what you helplessly chant in your head.

"Everything's cool. I'm on summer vacation now," a little white lie, "so I decided to-"

"The piercing." he says, the smile never leaving his face. "I meant how's the piercing."

"The pier- right." you almost miss the step he takes forward, all too aware of his height over yours but thankful for the centimeters that being propped on the stairs added to yours. "It's-" you almost, almost miss his knee touching your knee and him slightly separating your legs with his own inch by inch. Or how your thighs open unvoluntarely to welcome him in and how you can barely find coherent words to speak. "It's doing-" or the way his smile disappears and is instead focusing his dark stare fully onto yours.

"It's doing well." you finally say in a whisper, not being able to bring yourself to be louder.

He hums. "May I see it?" Jungkook wets his lips with the tip of his tongue and the action and his voice is enough to make you nod your head, bewitched.

His movements are unhurried, his hand coming up to tentatively come in contact with the flesh of your clavicle. His fingers skim through your skin upwards, his touch is feather-like when it wraps around your throat. You pant, and he stops but he doesn't move away, his eyes still focused on yours, studying you, daring you to pull back, to tell him to back off. But just a simple touch of his and you're fully under his control. It reminds you too much of the day you got that damn piercing.

Your lips are parted and for a moment he stays just like that. His body so close to yours but not close enough, and his hand slightly gripping your neck. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you can't wrap your head around the fact that something so simple sets your entire being alive and leaves you aching.

Then, as slow as he started, his hand travels from the front of your neck to the back, pushing your hair aside to carefully untie the straps of your bikini. He breathes through his nostrils, doesn't make a sound. He seems so collected it's starting to annoy you.

Instead, your breathing is ragged when the top falls down, exposing both your breasts to him. That's when he removes his eyes from yours and his jaw clenches. Your nipples perk up under his gaze, like they remember him and the effect he had on them just a week ago. You're at least glad you're not the only one affected but he seems to be a master at keeping it under wraps.

Then, his hand moves again, leaving goosebumps on your skin as it goes south. Jungkook takes his time, so deliberate you want to scream, until he's cupping your pierced breast, keeping away from the nipple just like he'd advised you a few days prior. You can't look away from his face, from his eyes observing you like you're a full course meal and he's been starving for days. You feel drops of water falling from his hair to your thighs, his thumb caressing your skin so delicately as it faintly nears your still tender nipple. Just nearing it, never touching it.

"Beautiful." his murmur is almost imperceptible and for a moment you think you've imagined it. Your back arches on its own, breast pushed against the palm of his hand, almost like your body is begging him to come closer, to touch you more, to feel you all over. He meets your eyes briefly, gauging your reaction, before going back to your chest. Suddenly, the grip on your breast tightens, fingers ever so softly squeezing your flesh. From your throat comes a mewl, your eyes shut and your legs close around his waist.

"Jungkook, please..." you whisper when you open your eyes. He looks at you, unvertainty written all over his face, lips bruised as if he had been biting on them too hard, gaze as glassy as yours. And just like that, the spell is broken. He blinks and his expression changes completely. Lips forming a straight line and jaw tight. His hand retracts, fixing your bikini top over your breasts before tying it around your neck like it originally was. Meanwhile your eyebrows crunch in confusion. But when you're about to start asking questions, he clears his throat.

"It's healing okay." he steps back, avoiding your eyes. "I'll see you inside."

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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Jungkook is fiddling, fixing the position of his glasses and combing through his straight hair with shaky hands, habits he's tried so hard to get rid of in his sixteen years of existence but still finds impossible to.

He can't help it. He's always been like this: the quiet and awkward kid in class who sits in the back, a misunderstood puppy in a sea of stronger dog breeds that could eat him alive. An outcast. Too geeky for his own good. Notebokes full of Dragon Ball doodles on the margins of the pages, the shelves in his room stacked with Marvel figurines, and a closet filled with outdated clothes that he has been inheriting from his older brother.

He has never been the type to stand out, always being overlooked by people like he's invisible. He doesn't mind though. He'd much rather be ignored than getting picked on by bullies like he used to in elementary school.

He never gets invited to parties. Ever. He's a nobody who barely speaks, and when he does he either stutters or manages to embarrass himself in one way or another. He's seen the look on people's faces when they look at him. Their eyes seem to scream 'weirdo' everytime he gets acknowledged.

So obviously the only reason he was invited to this particular party had a first and last name: Kim Taehyung. The only kid in Jungkook's entire life who didn't look at him in a funny way, the only kid who took the time to entangle in a random conversation with him after class and who seemed geniune enough to make Jungkook feel comfortable.

He's not sure how it happened, since Taehyung mostly hangs out with the cool kids. But somehow it did, and now Jungkook is uncomfortably standing in a living room full of drunk teens, looking directly at you.

You, the one girl Jungkook had been pining on for God knows how long. You, who are obviously too pretty, too popular, and way out of his league. You, with your plaid skirt and your polo shirt and those legs that never seem to end. You, who are sitting with your friends in a couch, drink in hand and visibly tipsy. And yet, he doesn't think he's ever seen anyone pull of the 'drunk-rosy-cheek' look better than you.

He can hear your laugh through the music and he already thinks it sounds better than whoever is playing in the background.

"Come on, Gukkie! Her friends are leaving and she's all by herself now! It's your chance" Taehyung's obviously drunk too because it took Jungkook a while to decypher his exact words. He'd disappeared for a while and now that he's back, he's pushing Jungkook in your direction.

"This was a mistake, Taehyung." Jungkook shakes his hair and steps back, quickly glancing at the front door to prepare his escape. But his new friend's grip on his hoodie keeps him in place.

"Guk, listen. The only thing you have to do, is walk up to her, and say 'hey I think you're, like, really pretty. Just letting you know. Bye!' That's it. Jung- Dude, Guk, seriously, look at me." Taehyung grabs Jungkook's cheeks, squishing them between his hands and forceing him to face him. "You've been crushing hard on her for years, my man. We're graduating and you won't see each other again. What's the worst thing that can happen? Getting rejected?"

Jungkook's eyebrows draw together. "Um, yeah?"

"Exactly! Getting rejected is not the end of the world, bro! It just means keep trying on other girls!" Taehyung releases his hold on Jungkook's cheeks. "I just think you're going to regret not telling your crush she's your crush. Who knows? Maybe in the future you two will get married."

Jungkook snickers, muttering a 'yeah right' under his breath. Still, he can't help the smile that Taehyung's words always seem to pull out of him.

"Now," Taehyung playfully slaps Jungkook before turning him in your direction again. "Go get 'em, tiger!"

"Okay," Mijoo's voice slices through Jungkook's memories. She's sitting on Jungkook's desk, munching on her brownies and looking at her coworker expectantly. "And then what?"

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, sits back on his chair, already feeling the effects of Mijoo's baked goods. "And then I walked up to her, like a damn fool, stutter and all. And I say:" he clears his throat, making an effort to do his best teenage Gukkie impression."'Hey, _____, um, so, I think you're beautiful and I've had a crush on you since seventh grade, haha, just wanted to let you know.'"

Mijoo rolls her eyes, still chewing. "And then what?"

"And then she looked me up and down, giggled, fucking giggled, Mijoo, and said 'Who are you, again?'" Mijoo gasps and Jungkook closes his eyes, trying to force that recollecion out of his head.

"What a bitch." she can't help but laugh before apologizing. Jungkook merely shrugs his shoulders and takes another bite of his brownie. "She didn't say anything else?"

"She said something along the lines of:" he clears his throat again, this time, doing an impression of you. "'That's sweet and all but, you and I... we're not the same. And I have a boyfriend, so...' She said that like I didn't know, like I wasn't aware of the school's it couple! Like I was dumb!"

Mijoo nods. "And now you want to fuck her even more than you did in high school."

"I- No! Well, yes. Fuck, of course I want to sleep with her! But I just... can't."

"Why not?"

"Did you hear anything about what I just told you or were you too concentrated trying to get high?"

It's Mijoo's turn to roll her eyes. "I heard everything you just told me. I just don't understand what the problem is. You two were sixteen. Sure, she was a bitch about it, but Lord knows I've been a bitch my entire life and now I'm not anymore." Jungkook raises an eyebrow at that. "Okay, sometimes I can be nice. But the point is..." Mijoo finishes her piece of brownie before getting off of Jungkook's desk. "It's been, what? Nine? Ten years? People change, JK. You're the best example of that. You want to fuck her and she obviously wants to fuck you too. You're both adults." she wipes her hands on her shorts. "I think it's time you fulfill that high school fantasy of yours."

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You've made up your mind.

And by you, it means Chaelin has made up your mind.

It didn't take long to convince you though. That last interaction with Jungkook cause too many emotions stirring within you. It left you hot, it left you bothered, it left you confused. Sure, it also left you a little bit embarrassed like the first time, but above everything else, that interaction with Jungkook left you absolutely livid.

Because who the fuck did Jeon Jungkook, formerly known as Guk, Gukkie, Jungukkie, and currently known as JK, think he was to come near you, speed your heart rate's up, and then runaway like that?

You've spent days thinking about it. About that face, about that body, about those hands and- shit. You're doing it again.

You've spent days trying to push those intrusive thoughts. Spent days trying to bury what happened. You've spent days trying to keep quiet, not telling anyone about it and just wishing that stupid spark of desire simply went away.

But it has just been simply unavoidable. You haven't been able to ignore the sleepless nights with your brain drifting back to that night and forbidding your hand from slipping under your panties. Or the excessive amount of time during the day where images of him suddenly popped in your head and wouldn't go away, even with you squeezing your thighs to try to make the ache go away.

So you ended up ranting and ranting and ranting to the only person you could confide on, who is obviously your best friend. Your best friend, who's too smart for her own good and knows you too well for your liking. Because apparently your moodiness and snappy remarks couldn't go unnoticed.

And after explaining the fiasco over a bottle of wine -and minutes of endless laughing on Chaelin's part because, again, it's Gukkie you two were talking about and, according to her, this was "the most karmic thing I've ever seen"-, she gave you the best advice an older sister could ever give.

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

And now here you are. Right inside that room you stepped in weeks ago, confronting the man in question with the same confidence that has always distinguished you from others and trying to act like the fluttering inside your belly wasn't nauseauting.

"A date."

"Yes."

"You want to go on a date with me." this wouldn't be so hard if Jungkook didn't look so delectable in a plain white t-shirt and ripped jeans. You cross your arms over your chest, doing your best to not look down at the exposed skin of a man who obviously worked out a lot and apparently, never skipped leg day. "What's the catch?"

He's sitting on his chair, back resting comfortably and legs spread, narrowing his eyes at you and probably wondering why the girl at the front desk let you in without an appointment. Also, probably wondering if there was a catch to all of this.

"There's no catch. I just want to go to the fair this weekend. I'll ask Taehyung for your number and text you the date and the exact place we'll be meeting. Unless..." your quirk one of your eyebrows. "Unless you're already planning on how you'll chicken out this time."

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Of course, Jungkook says yes to going on a date with his high school crush but spends the following days overthinking every single thing.

He can't help but feel like it's kinda sketchy. What if you're planning your vendetta on him? What if you don't even show up and he ends up there looking like a damn idiot? What if you hate him and are just messing up with him? What if that incident in high school is going to repeat itself?

"If she doesn't show up, you simply move on and never speak to her again. It's that simple. She can't have that much power over you to cry about something like that." Mijoo had said that same day she let you in the tattoo parlor after you'd asked to see Jungkook. Jungkook's coworker hadn't even question you and just motioned you to Jungkook's room with a knowing smile on her face. Later that day, Jungkook had scolded her about it and she'd simply shrugged.

He considers cancelling, eyes reading the 'won't be able to make it, sorry (sad face emoji)' over and over again and fingers hovering over the send button so many times he's lost count. But then he remembers that comment of yours about him chickening out and Jungkook starts seeing red.

How couldn't you understand he's just terrified of you rejecting him one more time? Sure, Jungkook is now an adult who doesn't get butthurt over stuff like that. He's experienced too much after graduating from high school and he's a much stronger individual than his fragile self back was back then.

But something about you just makes him feel so... weak.

He still finds it impossible to concieve where he got the courage to approach you like that at Taehyung's pool, or how he brought himself to touch you for longer than a minute without coming in his pants. He'd enjoyed it too much. Allowing him to see you so exposed, just for him. He'd be so tempted to kiss you right there and then, to run his hands up and down your thighs and fully wrap your legs around him to let you known how much you'd affected him. Once you called his name, it was like he'd finally snapped out of it and backed away like he'd been burned by you. He spent the next twenty minutes trying to keep himself from pulling down his pants and jerking off in his friend's bathroom.

It's terrible. Because he feels like the teenager he used to be when you're around. Shy, insecure and overall a mess. You showing up in his life after so many years and now apparenly being interested in him seems like a dream that he's not sure he wants to keep being in or wake up from before it's too late and he falls back into that tumoltuous longing that will inevitably end up in heartbreak. His heartbreak.

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It's saturday night, he's standing by himself in the crowded fair at the spot. You're fifteen minutes late and he's already about to turn back and dip out. He feels too awkward and the nerves are eating him alive.

You're not going to show up. You're not going to show up and now he feels and looks even dumber than the time he told you he was crushing on you. You're not even going to show up and now he's going to come back home, get drunk by himself and curse your name for-

"Hey!" he turns around to the sound of your voice and sees you running towards him. "Sorry I'm late! I couldn't find my phone and spent like thirty minutes looking for it. Turns out, Sharon Stone, was taking a nap on top of it and I didn't even notice."

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

To be honest, he's too surprised to process your explanation right away. He might also be a little speechless because that sky blue sundress looks too good on your skin and your eyelashes are so long, framing your beautiful eyes, and your lips are all glossy and kisseable that it takes him a while to find his own voice.

He clears his throat. "It's alright." scratching the back of his head, he momentarely adverts his gaze from you in an attempt to not get distracted by how soft your hair looks and how much he wants to wrap it around his hands in a ponytail. "Um, where do you want to go first?"

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Almost an hour and a half later, when the sun has already disappeared and you're both surrounded by colorful lights, Jungkook decides to buy the both of you hot dogs and a drink and you both settle down on a bench.

You've been walking all over the fair, going from booth to booth, playing any game in sight Jungkook dared you to -he obviously had a competitive streak-: from the ballon and dart games, to the shooting games, to the bumping cars, to the ball-in-basket one. To say you were having fun was an understatement.

You'd almost regretted setting the date up. You were sure he wouldn't even show up and if he did, you were scared of how awkward things could get between the two of you. And if things were awkward, you were sure it would only take less than thirty minutes for the both of you to part ways and never talk again about such failure of a date.

To your surprise, none of that happened.

The conversation was flowing, both of you acting like you were strangers on their first date getting to know each other, which, to be fair, that's exactly what it felt like. There was a slight banter, teasing each other when one of you lost in whatever game you were playing while the other was obviously winning. There were laughs and a funny feeling in your tummy whenever you'd walk side by side and his arm brushed yours.

There was no stiffness on his shoulders, no mention of the past or your previous encounters, no acknowledgement of the blatant sexual tension you'd experienced before, not an ounce of avoidance whenever your eyes met his and he was even sure of himself enough to place a hand on your lower back or briefly interwine your fingers with his to guide you through the mass of people.

It felt like you'd both unspokenly agreed on making each other feel comfortable enough to have a good time.

"I didn't think you were going to show up, to be honest." you suddenly say, taking a sip of your strawberry juice and thankful to finally let your feet rest for a while.

Jungkook looks at you, hot dog mid air and eyebrows almost disappearing into his hairline. "You didn't think I was going to show up? I didn't think you were going to show up." you simply shrug, lowering your gaze seepishly, the beginning of a smile on both your faces. He surprises you by tilting your head in his direction with his forefinger. You watch him watching you, a little dazed, a little lost in how his dark hair messily falls over his forehead and his equally dark eyes study your face, his thumb swiping over your lower lip. "You um... There was ketchup right there." he lies.

"Oh" you say, feeling your face heating up. "Thanks. Red doesn't really match this dress." you manage a smile and tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear.

At that, he eyes your dress for a moment, mouth slightly ajar. He's debating on whether or not to say something but you beat him to it.

"I'm sorry, by the way."

"For being late? I already told you it's fin-"

"No." you shake your head. "For... that time when we were young and I was such a concieted brat." you say, looking away , trying to find anything else that's not his pretty face. "I thought I was a queen bee back then. I was annoying and rude, specially to you. I..." you lick your lips. The cherry glittery gloss was already gone. "I thought it was cute, what you said. There was no reason for me to act like that. I know this doesn't make anything right but..." when you turn to face him again, there's still the same expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

A few seconds go by before it's him who's shaking his head. "It's okay. It was a long time ago, anyway." he smiles at you, although it doesn't reach his eyes and seems sorta forced. You sigh, and he takes your hand. "Let's go to the ferris wheel."

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tell you're tense. You're sitting right beside him in the ferris cabin, your back is all straight, you're facing forward and he believes you haven't blinked for what feels like an eternity. He thinks it has everything to do with your conversation a few minutes ago. You were probably not content with his response but what could Jungkook do? There was really no point in apologizing for something that happened years ago, but at the same time, he didn't want to hold anything against you like a resentful asshole because it was really not who he was. But there was still a little bit of stingyness inside of him and he didn't know how to make it go away.

At the end of the day, here you were, on a date with him that you'd asked for, getting along and asking questions about him and laughing at his jokes and trying to start all over again.

But then the ferris wheel starts moving, and he finally understands why you look so uncomfortable.

It's the way you immediately grip his forearm, nails digging in his skin and he swears he hears the smallest gasp forcing itself out your throat.

"Are you... scared?" he tentatively asks.

You say nothing for a while, not moving an inch. He would laugh if you didn't look so pained about it.

"I don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters." you finally say through gritted teeth.

"It's not really that small and ferris wheels are not rollercoasters. " your nails dig deeper and he winces. "Okay, okay. You don't like small confined spaces nor rollercoasters, and that includes ferris wheels. So why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know. I've never liked ferris wheels but you seemed excited about it, so..."

There's a silence after that in the environment, neither of you exactly sure of what to say or how to act. Until Jungkook moves one of his hands hands until it's resting on the one who's holding onto him for dear life, fingers caressing yours. The warmth of his hand spreads through yours and although it's almost July and you can already feel your sweaty back staining your dress, it's oddly comforting. What's more comforting even, is him twisting his body towards you and talking with the calmest and most soothing tone you've ever heard.

"Look at me." you do instantly, unwillingly, and kinda wish you hadn't. It's almost as if your body will do anything he says without question. Like he has some sort of power over it to just react however he wants. His eyes bore into yours and suddenly the cab doesn't seem so suffocating. "It's just you and me right now. We're not even on a ferris wheel." the corners of his mouth turn slowly upwards. You zone out the environment, suddenly too aware of him and how close he is and how loud the beating of your heart is to your own ears.

"Jungkook."

You swallow the knot in the back of your throat when he removes his hand from yours. It almost makes you protest, - now realizing you've losened the tight grip on his arm- , before it craddles your face, keeping you in place while bringing his body closer.

"You have to stop saying my name like that."

With his thigh touching your thigh, your whole demeanor melts. When he leans closer, and you feel his breath fanning over your lips, your eyes shut closed.

"Tell me I can-" he starts to say.

"Yes." you finish for him. He doesn't doubt on closing the distance between you two. His lips touch yours and your body shakes in excitement. It's just him lightly skimming your lips with his but it's already too much and at the same time, not enough. It has you deepening it, yourself moving closer when he kisses you again. It has you relaxing against him, the tenseness prior disappearing and making you arch your back when his tongue asks for permission.

But it's exactly then, the moment you open your lips to him, that has you losing your mind.

The sparks fly, traveling from your head to your toes and then settling on the pit of your stomach as soon as the kiss starts to turn desperate and rough. When he nibbles your lips with his teeth, it makes you mewl and whine and your nipples tight against the cotton of your dress. It makes the metal barbell to feel uncomfortable, slightly painful. And when he goes back to being messy and filthy with his tongue tangled with yours, your thighs close on their own.

He forces himself to pull his hand back and bring it down, finding the parting of yd opening them for him. "Wait," you say, your fingers wrapping around his forearm as you try to catch your breath."The ferris-" he shuts you up with another kiss.

"We're not on a ferris wheel." he reminds you, a soft whisper against your mouth. And for whatever reason, you believe him.

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

You take a small sip of wine, your eyes focusing on the TV where a rerun of the Golden Girls is playing, although, to be fair, lately you haven't been able to pay much attention to anything else but a certain brunet with doe eyes and kisseable lips. "Yes."

She hums, stealing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between your thighs.

"How long did it took? Like five minutes?"

There's a pause in which you clench your jaw, your fingers twitching around the glass in your hand, and then you answer. "Probably less."

There's another pause, and then-

"Ha...Ha ha...Ha ha ha-"

You let her laugh. It's okay. You knew you had it coming.

Chaelin knows the pillow you throw right at her face is also something she had coming.

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It's not that you're mad.

Jungkook and you had a great time on that fair date, he made you laugh, bought hot dogs and drinks for the two of you and got you off inside the cab of a ferris wheel on record time with those magical, long fingers of his. Technically, there shouldn't be anything to be angry about.

Except it's been a week and you can't stop thinking about him, about wanting more, and about those words that he left you with after the ferris wheel ride ended, when you had tried to return the favor.

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

The thought of texting him or giving him a call to ask for another date is persistent in your mind. It remains while you do the laundry or wash the dishes, while you shower, while you eat or while you spend your days at the beach with Chaelin. There's always the incessant desire to reach out towards your phone, unlock it and dial his number to beg for more.

But you'd never been one to beg, so you resist the urge everytime that feeling starts to creep up on you and it washes over you like a wave. You silence your phone and try to concentrate on making the most out of your summer.

It's one random night, when you're tiredly dragging your feet across Chaelin's apartment's carpet, yawning and ready to succumb to a well needed slumber, that you see your phone screen's lighting up with a message.

Your heart pathetically leaps inside your chest when you read his name.

'you free on saturday?'

You wish you could say you ghosted him, ignored his text and moved on with your life until it was him who begged you for another date. But the truth is you opened it in a matter of seconds and typed 'i'm free, why?' back in a rush with trembling fingers.

So now you're on the passanger seat of his car while he sits on the driver seat, the first saturday night of July, like he's Danny Zuko and you're Sandy Olsson, watching a vintage movie in a drive-in theater which plot you don't give a shit about, even if Jungkook's date plan idea made something inside of you churn with adoration.

And the only reason why you don't give a single damn about the movie playing in front of your eyes, is because you're hot. Way too hot. And the reason and cause is none other than the boy-now-turned-man sitting on your left.

You barely exchanged words when he picked you up, just rode in silence until you got to your destination and you bet he can feel as well as you do the tension in the air.

You've surveyed him a few times from the corner of his eye, noticing him fiddling with the rings around his fingers and shifting in his seat from time to time. And if the sight of his fingers bring memories that you've tried to bury to keep yourself from lunching towards him, a brief glance at his forearms, adorned with ink drawn through his golden flesh -doing a poor job at concieling the veins running underneath- and his skin-tight jeans wrapping those muscled thighs of his is enough to have you be the one squirming in your seat.

A woman can only endure so much, and you come to that realization thirty minutes into the movie.

"I want to suck your cock." you say, a stern expression on your face as you turn your body in his direction.

Jungkook frozes as your voice slides over him. It takes him a couple seconds to look at you, shock widening his eyes and parting his lips.

"Huh?" he manages, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles white.

Without separating your gaze from his, you gather your hair and tie it in a ponytail with the hair tie previously around your wrist. You don't miss the quick glance he sneaks into the curvature of your neck and the valley between your breasts.

Inching forward, closing in on him, you place one of your hands on top of his thigh, the action making his whole body tense. "____..." he whispers your name in a warning that doesn't sound convincing even in his own ears.

You smile, your eyes never wavering from his as your hand inches upwards, slowly caressing over the fabric of his jeans until you finally come across what you were looking for.

His hand flies to your wrist, stilling your movements. "____, this is not-". He starts, but his voice gets stuck inside his throat when you palm his undoubtly growing erection.

"Shh." your shaky breath fans over his cheek and you force yourself on your knees on the passanger seat in a more comortable possition to stop the trembling to reach them.

You fumble with the belt holding his pants in place, then with the button and finally with the zipper. He helps you by lifting his hips to pull his jeans and boxers to his thighs and you have to bite back a mixture between a gasp and a moan at the sight below you. You haven't even seen Jeon Jungkook naked all the way, but the mere sight of his hard cock with pre-cum glistening on his crown is probably the sexiest thing you've ever had the pleasure of appreciating.

It gets sexier when you wrap your hand around the base and his body melts in the driver seat, throwing his head back with his eyes shut. It gets even sexier when you finally lower your head, swirling your tongue over the head before finally engulfing him fully in the wet warmth of your mouth.

"Shit." his voice is tight, uneven as his hand loosely grips your ponytail, as if careful not to accidentally hurt you and break the glorious moment.

Although you wouldn't mind at all. Because the moment your hands are on him, and your tongue is on his shaft, that's the only thing you care about. Your belly is twisting, an undeniable wet spot on your panties as the fabric sticks to your folds, and the more you suck Jungkook, the more you want from him. His earthy taste is addicting and the soft little whimpers he occasionally can't prevent himself from are making you want to milk him until he can't take it no more. There's this desire within you to whorship him and his cock like you had been dreaming for the past weeks.

"This is s-so fucking h-hot." he rasps between ragged breaths, the bobbing of your head, sliding up and down his dick as your hand works the centimeters your mouth can't take is about to make him faint.

"Getting a blowjob?" you joke, your throat starting to feel sore as you kiss his leaking tip.

"N-no." he draws in a rough breath when you take him all of him again. "You giving me a blowjob... T-the f-fact that anyone c-could see us..." he darts a quick glance at your body, your ass up in the air and your dress sliding down, almost exposing you completely. "The fact that-ah! Shit..." he squeezes his eyes when he feels a glob of your spit lubricating him.

There's a sudden need to make you feel the same, to touch your skin and have you shaking the same way you have him. So one of his hands travels from your spine, to your perked ass, finally dragging the cotton of your dress to allow himself to see your thin white panties. "The fact that anyone could see you l-like this," he murmurs, regaining a little bit of control when he squeezes one of your cheeks. "letting t-them see you s-sucking my cock and..." he smirks when he feels you gasping around him, his fingers trapped between your thighs and pushing them inside your heat easily "and letting them see me fingering this pretty little pussy."

Soon after that he's cumming in your mouth while you're cumming around his fingers.

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At first, it's mostly on weekends when you see each other. Weekends of stolen kisses and soft sighs and whispering against each other's lips. Then weekends turn to week days, sitting on grass while sipping on refreshing beverages, drawing each other laughs, elbows touching as you walk around the park side by side because the both of you are too scared to interwine your fingers together.

Jungkook feels content like this: sitting on the sand with you between his thighs, admiring the sunset while nuzzing your neck and inhaling your scent every now. He likes waching you enoying your strawberry ice cream, almost forgetting the chocolate chip one already melting in his hand.

"If you were an ice cream flavor,which one would you be?" you ask him, relaxing against his chest.

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

He shrugs behind you. "Everyone likes rocky road."

You hum, playfully rolling your eyes. "What about me? Which ice cream flavor would I be?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

"Lemon sherbet? Out of all of the flavours out there, you're rocky road and I'm lemon sherbet?"

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer." he corrects.

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

You gasp, trying to feign outrage but not being able to repress the laugh that escapes your throat. You elbow him, his laugh mixing with yours while taking the time to wrap his arms around your form, the breeze blowing your hair allowing him a spot between your neck and your shoulder. "You're boring and basic, but once you have a taste..." he presses a small kiss on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on the nape of your neck to rise. "Once you have a taste, specially on the hottest day in the middle of summer, you can't stop tasting and licking until there's no more lemon sherbet left."

You suck in on a breath when he craddles your jaw to face him. "It's been my favourite flavor since I was a kid." he kisses you immediately after, his lips swallowing the small whimper now stuck in your throat.

You close your eyes as his tongue opens your mouth, arousal blasting your insides and something much, much deeper that you fear to even name shredding your chest.

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The beginning of august comes faster then you two realize, but what you both do realize is how hard it's becoming to stay away from each other.

It's been thirty days of dates happening almost everyday, sharing high school memories and anecdotes of the time you spent away from each other. Hours of getting to know each other and opening up to each other. From failed relationships to new friendships. Of park dates walking side by side and fingers now interwined because you both realized one day that, fuck it.

It's difficult to sleep when you realize you're starting to catch serious feelings for somebody who was just supposed to be a fling. It's hard to sleep when his face, his voice and his touch and thoughts of missing him when you don't see each other start haunting you at night.

It's hard for Jungkook to focus on work when you're everything that's occupying his mind. Because he has a hundred sketches to make but he's too busy thinking about the hundred different sketches he would make of you.

It's hard not to send him a goodnight text, just like it's hard for him not to reply in a matter of seconds, almost as if he was already waiting to recieve it.

Jungkook thinks of you at night. Of how pretty and absolutely perfect you are for him. Of the taste of your lips, the way your hair feels between his fingers, or the flush on your cheeks when he makes you cum as droplets of sweat accumulate between your breasts. He thinks about your voice. He also thinks about the amount of hours left to be able to listen to it again.

But mostly he thinks about how ridiculous this situation is. Because he was stupidly crushing on you when you were only teenagers, daydreaming about a chance with you. And now his crush is long gone and he's starting to realize that he's falling, and falling fast.

You, too, think of Jungkook at night. Of his ability to bring a smile out of you, to soothe you with just a few words and filling your belly excitement, happiness and feelings you're sure you've never felt before.

Jungkook's managed to imprint himself in your dreams, and you, in his.

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

It's fun because he lets loose, he stutters a lot like he used to do when he was a teenager and he makes you laugh louder than ever before. It's messy because he has no control over his hands as they explore your body, clumsily taking your clothes off as his mouth laps at the breast he's allowed to touch.

He's more forceful and dominating too, pinning your hands above your head, and commanding you to keep them right there, on the pillows of his bed. When you rebel against it, your fingers finding the hard planes of his chest, he pulls away from you and places them back where he left them. "Don't make me tie you up." he threatens, and your body shudders beneath him.

He sucks, and bites and leaves marks all over your skin, grunting in response to your moans. Creating a path of kisses from your lips to your stomach, his shoulders separating your knees, opening you up only for him. And thankfully, when you reach down to tug at the strands of hair framing his face, he lets you, because he knows you need something to hold on to the moment his tongue eats you up. He leaves his fingertrips on your thighs as he keeps you in place, not allowing you to runaway. Just forcing you to take it as he takes from you.

And when you cum, he doesn't back away. He keeps sucking, and licking and punishing you with his mouth until you're cumming over and ove again, screaming and begging for his cock.

Having Jungkook over you, both completely naked, skin to skin and only sweat in between is more than you could've ever fantazised about. He slurls your name when he puts the condom on. He would do anything to feel you raw, but he also knows he wouldn't be able to last a minute. The sight of you spread open, with your cheeks darkened by a crimson blush and your hair tangled all over his pillow is a picture he wants to keep forever.

He enters you when you call his name, your voice dripping with need. He stretches your warm and wet felsh, slowly easing himself into you at first, until he's fully inside and your bodies are completely in union. A shiver runs down Jungkook's spine when he looks at your contorted face in pleasure, your lips forming an 'O' and your pussy clenching around him.

"Oh, my God." you moan into the dark of Jungkook's room, and even then, he can clearly appreciate every curve of your body lifting off the mattress to connect with his. He lowers himself on his elbows on either side of your head, caging you in and capturing your mouth with his.

"I know, baby." he murmurs. It's hot, in the middle of August but suddenly Jungkook doesn't hate summer as much as he used to. Not with you sharing the heat with him. "It's way beyond what I could ever imagine." You nod hurriedly against his lips, your arms finding their way around his neck as he starts rocking in and out of you.

"It's too good." you cry, when he hits a particular spot that has you rolling your eyes in bliss and gripping his waist tighter with your legs against you. Your fingers thread through his hair, not bothered by the beads of sweat gathered on the nape of his neck.

"Too good..." he agrees, not missing the shiver that's shaking your own frame when he picks up his speed. "You have no idea what I would do t-to fucking feel you with n-no barriers between us," his movements become frantic as his hips slap against yours, his jaw clenched as he keeps talking, "to s-stuff you full of my c-cum over and over again until it won't stop d-dripping."

Jungkook's voice against your ear has you trembling and your orgasm nearing closer, your nails scratching down his back as his thrusts overpower your form. "Would you like that?" he asks with his voice strangled.

"Y-yes. Anything y-you want."

"You'd take all of my cum like a good cum-slut?"

You hate the fact that that's what makes you come undone. The twisting and knotting in the pit of your stomach finally snapping until you're holding on to him like you never want to let him go and he's following soon after.

Because if Guk, Gukkie, Jengukkie was not only able to make you come in less than a few minutes with his fingers or his tongue, but he was also able to make you cum instantly just by calling you a good cum-slut, that means you're fucked. Like, really, really fucked.

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There's a knot in Jungkook's stomach and a suffocating grip around his vocal chords as he caresses your skin. The sun is rising in the distance with the first rays of light entering his room through the window. Your shamphoo is intoxicating him, numbing him and enticing him to bury his nose in the tangled curls pressing against his chest. Your arm is thrown across his stomach, your breathing leavig goosebumps all over his body.

"It's too early. Go back to sleep." you mumble against his heart. He wonders if you can feel it dangerously speeding up.

"I can't." he says, voice struggling to stay balanced. "I have to tell you something."

You hum in response, sleep still interwined with your body, your arm tightening around him. You sigh in content, expecting him to elaborate.

He wets his suddenly dry lips. "I don't want this to end. In fact, ____.... I want more. Need more."

"Jungkook..." your whole body goes rigid right away, untanglling your bodies from each other and sitting up on the mattress.

"No, listen to me." he mimicks your movements, rapidly grabbing your hands to make you look at him. His eyes are expressive, a mixture of fear and hope swirling in his dark irises. "I wake up everyday, and you're the first thing I think of. I go on about my day, and I keep thinking about you, wondering what you're doing and counting down the hours until I get to see you again. I spend every night dreaming about you, and when we'e together, the only thing I can think about is how I wish I could stop time so I don't have to say bye to you the next morning. ____, I-"

"Jungkook, stop please." you shake your head, pushing away from him and in desperate need of air. You press a hand against your chest, beating back the throb of pain while the other curls in a tight fist, the feeling of your fingernails digging into your palm less painful than the ache inside your heart. "This... This wasn't supossed to happen, Jungkook." you start pacing around the room, as if trying to find an exit while avoiding his gaze. "This was just a summer fling. That's all it was, I'm supposed to come back to the city in two weeks and-"

"A summer fling?" a sardonic sneer comes out of him. "Oh my God, I can't believe this is happening again..." he mumbles to himself before rising from the bed. You stop immediately, a shiver quaking through you as his impressive frame intimidates His eyebrows are drawn together and his dark eyes are void of any prior emotion. "You're going back to the city in two weeks? And you didn't care to tell me until now, after I just spilled my guts to you?"

You eyes fill up with uncomfortable tears, reaching one arm towards him. "Jung-"

He flinches, taking one step back. "A summer fling is all I mean to you?"

"Ju- "

"Look me in the eyes, right now, and tell me that's all I mean to you. A summer fling." panic crawls up your throat. There's the need within you to confirm, to stare into his beautiful and stern eyes and tell him that, yes, that's all he is to you. But you've never been a good liar. So nothing comes out. You opt for wrapping your ams around yourself wishing they were his and lowering your eyes to the ground. "I think... I think you should leave."

Those are the last words he says to you, and the last thing you see when you turn around one more time after gathering your clothes, is his back as he looks out the window.

You allow yourself to cry the exact moment you step into Chaelin's apartment. Your friend is sitting on the couch, bowl of cereal in hand and a fresh cup of coffee sitting on the livingroom's table.

"Hey, you're early tod- Baby, what's wrong?"

"Please, don't laugh."

That morning, you lay down for hours on the couch with your head on Chaelin's lap while she softly brushes your hair as you cry, hiccup, fight through the pain in your heart and relate to her as best as you can the latest events.

She doesn't laugh at all.

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"She'll come back." Mijoo's slurred words do nothing to put Jungkook's state at ease that night. He simply shrugs, fingers clenching at his sides, frowing into his drink before gulping down the bitter taste of vodka in one shot. "Seriously, I think she's just afraid. My ex was the same."

"Comparing her to your ex is not the analogy you think it is."

"Ugh, shut up. Things didn't work with my ex because she was a bitch." Jungkook gives Mijoo a pointed look which she responds to by rolling her eyes and sipping on her rum coke. "Your girl is not a bitch. She used to be a bitch. What she did this morning was bitchy, but, like I said, she's just being a pussy. If she only wanted sex with you, she wouldn't have been doing couple stuff with you the entire summer."

"Whatever. I don't care." he lies and Mijoo knows he's lying but decides to drop the subject fo now.

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"We can't keep spending our days smoking weed." Chaelin speaks over Blanche's voice on the TV.

"I know. I'm just sad."

"You have to come back and tell him how you feel."

"I know."

There's a beat of silence before your friend kicks your thigh with her feet.

"I know and I will." you mumble through red eyes and smoke clouds.

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It's September first and it doesn't feel like Jungkook's birthday at all. He's been trying to focus on his work, alternating between isolating in full hermit mode and hanging out with friends to drink away his sorrow. The days have gone by and before he could realize it, he woke up today with over twenty text messages wishing him a happy day and a throbbing hangover.

He dresses up on autopilot. First a cotton shirt, then a pair of jeans and lastly, his Nike's. He doesn't bother tying his sneakers just like he doesn't bother taking a shower. He smokes a cigarette for breakfast, the death stick making him feel nauseaus on an empty stomach. And then he goes to work.

He's been repeating the same routing for the past weeks and he's not thinking of changing it, not even on his bithday.

He spends hours drawing, tattooing and drawing some more between yawns. He ignores texts an phone calls and simply waits until the day is over to go home, go to bed and forget about the fact that you're probably on your way to the city and that he hasn't crossed your mind not even once.

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Inkphoria.

You've been standing outside the shop re-reading the word for fifteen minutes, although it definitely feels like it has been longer. You're gripping cup of ice cream as it melts down your fingers the more you wait. The shop is already empty and it's starting to darken out side, and still you're so hot. Your shorts are heavy and your tank top is sticking to your skin. You didn't even bother to put on any make, although your eyebags definitely needed some concieling and your lashes some dimension to hide the fact that you'd been crying for the last few days.

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

You've lost count of how many times your best friend has given your advice, or simply encouraged you to do something you've been too scared to try.

'And he's cazy about you too.'

Chaelin might be wrong about marmite and the movie Cats, but she's definitely now wrong about anything regarding your and Jungkook.

That's it. You briefly close your eyes, inhale a deep breath then release it slowly. You start walking. It doesn't take longer than three strides and you're pushing the door open.

The tattoed blonde looks up from the counter the second you come into view. She smiles at the distance between you two. "You can come closer. I won't bite."

You clear your throat, stalking closer to her. "Is he-"

"He's in the back." she replies before you can finish you question. You close your mouth, clear your throat and nod your head.

"Thanks, Mijoo." she gives you a small wink, her smile easing your nerves like she had three months ago.

She watches you disappear. She shakes he head, her smile meeting her eyes. "I told him so."

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Jungkook ignores the knock on his door at first. It's almost ten and the parlor is about to close. He just has to finish this last fucking sketch so he can grab his shit and go the fuck ho-

Knock knock.

He growls, exhasperation cursing through him. He runs a hand through his messy pile of hair, his rings tangling between the strands, making him wince in pain. "Come in." he grunts under his breath. The door opens. "Mijoo, I really have to finish-"

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he sees you.

"Hey." you say after a moment of hesitation.

"Hey." he replies and although there's something inside, deep in his chest, shouting at him to stand up, run up to you and kiss your face while he tells you how beautiful you look right now and how happy he is to see that you're still here, he decides against it. "Listen, ____, I'm pretty busy-"

"No, you listen to me." you cut him off abruptly. He looks taken aback and is already opening his mouth to say something, but you're not having it. "Please, just... Let me talk."

Silence looms between the two of you for a while, a staring contest defying each other to back down. When you take one step inside and close the door behind you, he sighs and leans back against his chair.

You move towards him slowly, your lip caught between your lip going through your mind for the speech you'd been preparing the last few days. Your hands are sticky due to the the sugary treat liquifying in your hand. "I know there's no reason you should give me another chance after rejecting you in high school, and there's definitely no reason why you should forgive me for the way I shut you out a few weeks ago. You've been confessing your feelings to me since we were teenagers, and now it's my turn to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

"Jungkook, the truth is... I like you so much. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone. Ever. I said this was just a summer fling, and I was lying. I was lying because there's no way a simple summer fling could make me feel the way you do. There's no way a simple summer fling could make me want not just summer with you, but also fall and winter, and spring and every summer that comes next."

You hadn't realize when your eyes filling up with tears until the sight of him starts blurrying in front of you. His fingers reach yours, his thumb comforting on your skin. "____, it's okay-"

"I'm not done yet." you sniffle, gathering enough courage to continue. "I brought you a lemon sherbet because you said it was your favourite. But you also implied I was your favourite, and I want to keep being you favourite, but now it's already melted and-"

The corners of Jungkook's lips start pulling upward as he tugs you towards him, his heart loudly jumping inside his chest. "Shhh, come here."

He takes the ice cream from your hand and places it on his desk. Then he's helping you onto his lap, your head tucked under his chin and your arms wapping on their own around his neck.

He doesn't care about your sticky fingers or the wet stains of your tears in his shirt. The only thing he cares about is the fact that you're right there, letting him engulf your frame and drown in the scent and warmth he'd misses so much.

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The first day of June has Jungkook sweating and wishing for a haircut. Jungkook usually hates summer. He hates the fact that he has to shower at least twice a day, and the fact that the heat is almost unbearable to sleep in and also the fact that he's easily sunburnt.

This year, however, Jungkook likes summer a little bit more.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you have an appointment?" it's the fact that you're starting to wear those summer dresses he loves so much, and the fact that your skin glows under the sun like glitter, and also the fact that he can lick ice cream off of it whenever he desires.

"I am the appointment." your giggle is almost childlike, playing with Jungkook's heart strings. You shut the door behind you, nearing him. You also seem to always have that flush on your cheeks. Although he likes to think part of it is due to him. He doesn't say anything else as he puts his pencil down and instead turns around in the chair to have you immediately on top of his thighs.

Yeah, he also likes the path your lips trace from his cheek, to his jaw, ending at the juncture between his neck and his shoulder. It still makes his body quaver to this day.

"Let me see." he murmurs against you forhear, his hand already working on unbottoning the front of your dress.

"Mijoo hasn't left yet." you whisper back, your smile impossible to supress and the faint whimper impossible to hide when his fingers expose your breast and tug at the titanium barbell adorning the already hardened nub.

Jungkook loves knowing he was the one to do that, and also the only one to play with it. He doesn't hesitate when he dips his head. "As if we'd ever cared about that." he adds, wrapping your sole point in his mouth.

He fucks you on his studio table with your legs around his waist and his tongue playing with both your breasts, the tattoo sketches long forgotten, scattered on the floor as he whispers against your flesh something that sounds a lot like 'I love you'.

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[blxnkflying]

bucky barnes - dancing in the living room

Notes: First time writing after a really long time; English is not my first language; Let me know if you like my writing - by that requests are open. Don’t copy, translate or repost my work.

Warning:  smut; mentions of drinking; pet names (doll/baby); bucky's first time with the reader; oral sex (male receving); unprotected sex. 

I recommend listening to “Summer Walker - Girls Need Love (Girl's Edition)” to get in the mood. :)

I’m taking the last sip of wine while putting the plates in the sink when I feel his presence behind me. A kiss on the neck, left metal hand on my hip and his whiskey breath saying “May I have a dance?”. He grabs my hand smirking while taking me to the living room and I can hear the song going as he hugs me by the waist and I put my hands over his shoulders. 

We’re slow dancing in my dark living room with just the lights from the street shining on us. All I can feel right now is eyes looking at me and going down in my body every time he spins around my tiptoes. Bucky spins me one more time as the song is ending and our movements become slower. He holds my face gently and with his thumb slowly outlining my lips. “You look really good in this red dress, Doll.” I give him a shy smile and I’m pretty sure he enjoys that everytime he compliments me, I don’t know how to react. His lips taste like the whiskey from before and his hands are grabbing my waist putting us closer and closer. I break the kiss for air and he still has the same smirk from before. I can feel in my skin those blue eyes are hungry for something else. I push him to the sofa behind us and he sits spreading those thick thighs of his, not breaking eye contact not even once. I sit on his lap biting my lips imagining the pleasure and his right hand goes to the cleavage of my dress pushing it down just a little, just to tease me.

I look down to his hand almost on my breasts and go to his neck. Kissing, licking, sucking and thinking “We’re definitely having sex tonight.” I go again for his lips and I can feel the arousal building up my legs. He grabs my hair a little too hard to kiss my neck to my breasts, making me close my eyes and bite my lips again. When I return to his lips, I can see his shy hands on my thighs, wishing they were on my ass. So this is what I do. 

I take his hands out of my thighs and put them in my ass. While I’m kissing him, I can feel his fingers tracing the lace of my underwear and to my surprise he grabs my ass firmly and brings me even close. I break the kiss letting a moan out, he laughs at me, proud of himself for making moan first. 

We are back kissing and his hands are still on my ass making me grind on his jeans and all I can perceive is his length in my cunt.

“Bucky…” I said breathing heavily.

“Yeah, baby.” He doesn't bother and is still kissing my neck with his right hand on my hair and the metal one holding my waist firmily.

“Are you sure of it?” Even though I was having the moment, I was a little worried about how much intimacy he was comfortable with. 

“I’m definitely sure.” He kisses me again with instinct, almost aggressively, just to show me how much he wanted that.

“Bucky.”

“What baby?” He says holding my neck with his right hand paying attention to my interruption after he just told me he was more fine doing it.

“Then I wanna fuck you”. I said looking into his eyes waiting for his reaction.

He is quickly holding me by the waist and lifting me. My legs are around his hips while he is taking me to my room. I’m surprised that even after a long time, his body is reacting like he never took a break. His hands on my body, his lips on my neck and his tongue on mine. 

He presses me to the wall, letting me stand on my feet while my hands are up in his shirt, scratching his abdomen. He puts me closer, letting me feel his hard cock again, pressed against my dress. I can tell he likes the teasing while I take his blue navy shirt.

“Can I give you a little present?” I have a smirk on my lips this time with hungry eyes for the man standing shirtless right in front of me. Knowing I’m going to fuck him like no else did before because I know the ladies in the 40’s were a little basic.

He follows my hands going to take off his beat and unbutton his jeans. “Of course, baby.” I get on my knees taking off his pants, leaving him on black boxers. I give a gentle kiss on his volume with his boxers on and I feel him becoming anxious for me to put all his length in my mouth.

I take off his boxers while leaving kisses on the end of his abdomen and his cock is just so wet from all the pre-cum that I had to lick it. I hear him moaning while I’m sucking his dick. It’s music for my ears.  He puts his hand through my hair to help me with my movements.  I take his dick of my mouth and hold it with my hand doing some circular movements on his swollen tip. His leg starts to fail because of the sensitivity of his dick and he tries to hold my hand to make me stop. I laughed it off and put his member in my mouth again for the last time. I get on my feet going for a kiss, making him taste himself in my mouth.

He takes off my dress and stares at me. His hands are on my breasts, feeling the lace of my lingerie and squeezing them. He gets on his knees looking up to me while grabbing my waist with his hand while spreading kisses in my belly, going down to my cunt over the lace underwear. He gets up and throws me to the bed on my stomach. I feel his hard cock pressing on my ass and he kisses my back until he is in my ear whispering “Tell me what you want, Doll.” 

“I wanna ride you, Bucky.” My words made him squeeze my ass and breathe heavily. Of course I realized he was talking about what he could do to please me but tonight was about him. I wanted to give him the pleasure he was waiting for. I hold his face to kiss again while he is taking care of taking my bra and my underwear off. His hand are touching my pussy without any sign to go to my clit or my entrance. I break the kiss to look what the fuck he is not doing and for my surprise, he puts two fingers inside me. He really waited for me to look at him to do this. The moan I let out, the way I rolled my eyes back to the pleasure of it, he wanted to see my face, my reaction to his movements. 

“Lay down for me, baby.” I whisper in his ear as he is squeezing my breasts.

As he lays down on the bed, I get on top of him putting his member in my hand going up and down while kissing his stomach. I give him one more kiss on the lips before aligning his dick to my entrance. His hands are on my hips helping me go up and down on his member, my breasts are freely bouncing to his view and our noises are filling up the room. Our bodies are hot and sweating from the movements and all we can do is touch each other desperately from the desire.

While I’m riding Bucky, I put his hand under mine in my belly so he can feel his member deep inside me. His response is to arch his hips up under me making me cry out of pleasure. “You like that?” He is holding my chin with his metal hand when I barely can hold myself up on his dick. I guess that serum really works in a lot of ways. “I really don’t believe you are already tired, babygirl… Let me handle that.”

Now he is on top of me, I can easily outline the muscles of his shoulders with my fingers while scratching his back. The moaning in my ear is driving me crazy, making me squeeze his member inside of me even more. Bucky is going slowly and deep just to see me twitch beside him and it’s working. My thighs are already shivering and I can feel my orgasm building. As it arrives I bite his right shoulder because of the pleasure and my nails are deep on his skin. His movements became faster as my bite got stronger and he cums on my leg while I’m trying to get my breath after this amazing orgasm I just had. 

Our bodies are still spasming after the sex as we cuddle. “Wow, Doll.” Bucky is looking to the roof, trying to put his thoughts and words together.

“I didn't know you were so…” I’m also trying to find words after having my thoughts rearranged by his dick. He laughed it off  “Yeah, baby. I can last longer than normal.”

I laugh too as he finishes the sentence making eye contact. “What?” “I guess that means we have more time to have fun.” I said while holding his chin. “For a girl that doesn’t know how to take compliments, you’re such a freak in the sheets, Doll.”

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[lsmu]

Book 3 Part 2 – Chapter 34: I Am The Best

Tense. That was how I would describe the mood in the car during our drive from Guryong to Incheon. Everyone stayed silent. I was in Sooyoung's Range Rover, sitting on the passenger seat next to Sooyoung who was driving, with Minsoo, Jeongyeon, Chuyoung, and Lisa in the back seat.

Taeyeon was in the front car–a black Mercedes GLS SUV–driven by one of BoA's security team members. Seulgi, Joy, and Irene were in that car too. Mr. Park drove the car behind us; IU, Dara, Momo, and several of IU's bodyguards with him. Seohyun and Sunny drove the Care Team's Hyundai Staria van at the rear.

Our convoy exited the highway, arriving at Incheon. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was almost 4 in the morning. The girls were already there for almost three hours... Jisoo was already there for almost three hours. I tapped my feet impatiently. I hoped they were okay... I hoped Manse hadn't done anything to harm them.

"Nervous, Yeoni?"

I turned, seeing Sooyoung. She looked really calm. I sighed.

"Y–Yeah... Aren't you?" I asked.

Sooyoung shrugged.

"Been through something similar... When Sica-unnie was abused... She... She was taken somewhere too. Taengoo and I were the ones who picked her up after she called us, asking for help. Gosh, Yeoni... I couldn't forget the look on her face that night..." she shuddered.

I nodded.

"Yeah... I can only... Imagine..." I uttered. "Then... Then... There was Hara and Sulli's death... Suzy and Seungyeon-unnie were the ones who found them, but Taengoo, Sunny, and I came to the scene shortly after... And to see their... T–Their..."

Sooyoung choked, unable to continue. I couldn't imagine the horror she must have experienced when they found the lifeless bodies of their friends. I stared at her. Sooyoung always looked so cheerful and carefree... I didn't know that she'd been through that much.

"W–What if... What if... The girls...?" I heard Minsoo asking from the back. Sooyoung shook her head. "No... I don't think so. Manse is using them to bait us, right? The fact that he released that article is also proof that he intends on smearing Jisoo and Yeoni's names and ending their career... There's no point in killing them. They're still alive. I'm sure of it," she said.

I nodded silently. I hoped she was right. At that moment, I heard my earpiece crackling to life.

"Heads up. You're approaching. Turn right at the next intersection," I heard Wendy speaking.

I knew everyone heard her. I glanced at the rearview mirror, finding Chuyoung, Minsoo, Jeongyeon, and Lisa all nodding, looking ready, albeit afraid. I was ready too. I was ready for anything.

Taeyeon's car turned into a quiet street by a hillside and we followed them. Old abandoned buildings of every kind lined up the streets on our right. This was the perfect hiding spot for people like Manse. No one would look for him here.

"The sixth building on the right..." said Rosé. "From the satellite image... It... It looks like a... Complex?" Jihyo asked.

Jihyo was right. Approaching fast into our view to the right was a medium-sized complex. Rosé guessed that it was an old hotel building, and she was right. I could still see the broken hotel neon sign hanging on the side of the building. It had a fairly large parking lot on the outside, but the entire area was closed off with metal fences. The cars slowed to a stop in front of an alley by the side of the complex.

"Kill the lights," ordered IU.

The car in front of us did just that, and Sooyoung followed. It was pitch darkness, the soft blue glow of Sooyoung and Lisa's Project Origin bracelets illuminating our surroundings. From the car in front, Taeyeon jumped down, followed by The Red Velvet girls and BoA's security team. Sooyoung took a deep breath and looked at all of us.

"Ready, kids?" she asked.

Nobody answered verbally, but we all nodded. I cocked my gun, and I heard Chuyoung doing the same. We exited the car, before gathering together with the others. Our faces were illuminated with blue glows, plus a soft pink one from Momo's bracelet. Mr. Park opened his iPad and showed us the layout of the building. Taeyeon, IU, and Irene studied it in silence for a few seconds.

"What's the plan?" I asked them. Taeyeon straightened herself and stared at Chuyoung. "Chuyoung-ssi, have you been here before?" she asked. Chuyoung shook his head. "No. Manse was a YG director when I was with him, so he stayed in Seoul. He only moved here after the YG stock scandal of 2026," he said.

Taeyeon nodded.

"Very well. Basically we'll retrace Ansel's steps. Ansel used to enter from the basement parking lot. The entrance is at the back of this building, so we'll need to walk down this alley to reach it," Taeyeon started, pointing at the alley.

I flung my eyes at the direction she was pointing. The alley was small, only lit with one flickering street lamp. It was perfect to cover our arrival.

"I've hacked into the CCTV system around the area. I see two guards at the gate to the basement. You need to take them out first," Wendy spoke through our earpieces. We all nodded. "Noted, Wendy. Once inside... We'll move towards the staircase to the main lobby on the ground floor. Ansel's sensor caught at least five guards in the basement the last time he came here," Taeyeon continued. "Easy, then," smirked Lisa, but Taeyeon shook her head. "Not necessarily, Lisa. We don't know what kind of firepower they have, and we need to take them out quietly to avoid alerting the guards on the ground floor," she said. "We need to be as silent as we can. A gunfight on the ground floor is inevitable once we reach it, but we don't want to get swarmed in the basement. It'll be a bloodbath," Irene said seriously. "Got it," said Lisa.

Taeyeon spoke again.

"Once we get past the guards at the gate, we'll get into the basement quietly. Once we confirm the number of guards in the basement, The Strike Team will take them out one by one. Do not use Project Origin in the basement. I repeat, do not use Project Origin in the basement. The sound will alert the guards upstairs," Taeyeon said.

The Strike Team members nodded.

"Once we get to the ground floor, we'll spread out and take out as many guards as we can. Dara-unnie, Minsoo, Jeongyeon... Draw the guards out with your melee weapons. You will be accompanied by one of Mr. Park's men or BoA-unnie's men," said Taeyeon, looking at Minsoo, Jeongyeon, and Dara, who nodded.

"My men will take care of the shooters on the railings, while you guys take out the guards approaching us," Mr. Park said.

The three nodded again, grabbing their weapons a little tighter. IU cleared her throat and stared at all of us.

"We don't know how many guards are inside, but we know that Manse's expecting us, so they'll be ready... Remember, our objective is to clear a path for us to get to Manse's chamber on the second floor, where the girls are held," she said, pointing at Mr. Park's iPad. "Manse will be there..." uttered Chuyoung.

Taeyeon, Irene, and IU exchanged glances.

"I think so too... I think he'll be in his room with the three directors, guarding the girls themselves," said Irene. "What should we do with them?" I asked.

IU bit her lips, looking worried.

"We... We expect Sana's team to be here by the time we reach the chamber... With... With Hyejin," IU uttered. "Hyejin should be the one talking to her dad." "That's... Optimistic," mused Jeongyeon sarcastically, but IU only sighed. "We have to be optimistic, Jeongie... That's... That's the only way we could think of to get Manse to release the girls," IU said.

I sighed and grabbed Jeongyeon's shoulder.

"Let's be optimistic for now, Jeongie," I said. Jeongyeon nodded. "You're right..." she said.

Everyone fell silent. Dara stepped forward.

"We also need to find Chaerin," said Dara. IU nodded. "Go look for CL-unnie once you've reached the ground floor, and get her out to safety," IU said. "We will be waiting out here," said Sunny, Seohyun nodding silently next to her.

Dara nodded, taking a shaky deep breath. Everyone did the same, trying to calm our thumping hearts. Taeyeon lifted her eyes and forced a smile.

"Right... Well... Let's... Do this, shall we? At least let's try to hold the ground while... While waiting for Hyejin, Sana, and the police to come," Taeyeon said. "Let's hope Sana and BoA-unnie manage to talk her into this," whispered Seulgi.

Mr. Park cocked his gun and looked at Irene and Taeyeon, before turning to his team members.

"Boys, we have two pregnant mothers with us. Protect them at all costs. Don't let the enemies even get close to them," he ordered.

His team and BoA's team nodded. We all did a final check on our weapons and armours. Two members of Mr. Park's team stayed behind to protect Seohyun and Sunny, and with Taeyeon and Irene leading us in front, we walked single file down the alley, IU walking at the very end, her knife ready in her hand.

We stopped just before we reached the gate at the back of the building, letting the shadows hide us. I saw the two guards Wendy mentioned. They were smoking, looking relaxed. Taeyeon turned to look at IU.

"You're up, Ji-eun," she whispered.

IU nodded. She picked up two really small pointy weapons from her holster and crept slowly forward, staying hidden in the shadows. I held my breath as I saw her stop a few steps away from the guards and positioned herself, lifting her arms up. Then... I heard it.

Thwip. Thwip.

Two whizzing sounds. A second later, the two guards fell limply to the ground without sound. My eyes widened. Did... Did IU just... Kill them?

"All clear. Good to go," I heard Jihyo speaking through my earpiece. "Alright. Move out," whispered Taeyeon.

We followed the Strike Force head forward into the light, moving silently past the back gate and into the basement entrance. I saw Minsoo walking closer to IU and leaned in to whisper to her.

"S–Sunbae... Did you...?" he whispered. She smiled and shook her head. "No. Those are sedative darts. They'll sleep soundly 'till noon at least," she chuckled.

Minsoo sighed, and IU chuckled some more. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief too. Gosh. The way IU fought was absolutely terrifying that day at SM's parking lot, I wouldn't put it past her to kill those guards.

We entered the basement quietly, and Taeyeon gestured for us to spread out and crouch behind several cars, hiding ourselves. I flung my eyes around the parking lot. Fuck. There were so many luxury cars here. Dara was crouching next to Minsoo, IU, Sooyoung and I behind a car in the centre area of the parking lot, with Lisa, Taeyeon, and Mr. Park a few metres to our left behind another car.

I saw the ex-2NE1 member staring at one particular car parked next to a familiar looking motorbike... A silver Mercedes-Benz AMG Coupe. I recognised that bike immediately as Ansel's bike, but I didn't recognise the car. Dara felt my stare, and she turned to look at me.

"That's... Chaerin's car," she whispered.

I nodded. Dara must really want to meet her friend now. I reached forward to squeeze her hand gently, offering my support. She smiled and nodded, before returning her gaze to the open area in front of us, the walkway to the staircase clearly seen at the far end of the area.

"I pick up six guards from your sensors. Two near the stairs up, four rotating around the area every... One minute. Joy, one is very close to your position right now. You can take him out silently without alerting the others," Wendy said.

We turned to look at Joy at the right side of the parking lot, who nodded. She whipped out a collapsible baton from her belt and crept slowly behind the guard near her. In a flash, she flung her hands around the guard's jaw, jerking it back strongly. I heard a crack, and soon the guard's body went limp. Joy dragged the body quickly behind the car she was hiding before.

"Got him," I heard Joy through my earpiece. "Good. Ddeulgi, you're next. A guard is approaching your location," said Wendy.

I peeked my head up from behind the trunk of the car I was crouching behind, trying to see Seulgi who was crouching behind a Hummer on my left with Irene, Jeongyeon, and two of BoA's bodyguards. As the guard stepped in front of the car, Seulgi lunged forward, swiftly taking the guard down with a strong neck lock, her other palm covering the guard's mouth to prevent him from making any sound. Seulgi pulled the guard's limp body to the back of the car, stashing him securely there.

"Done," Seulgi said. "Two down, four to go," whispered Taeyeon. "How are we going to take out the two guards at the stairs?" I heard Chuyoung asking suddenly. "I'll do it," said IU, "But not before we take out the other two rotating guards." "Now. The two guards at the centre. Sooyoung, Lisa, do it together," ordered Taeyeon.

Sooyoung and Lisa nodded. Sooyoung crept forward slowly, and Lisa did the same. The tall SNSD member did a quick karate chop to the neck of the guard that was standing right in front of us, knocking him out cold. Sooyoung pulled the guard's body swiftly behind, Dara and I helped her.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Lisa running silently before leaping up high, wrapping her legs around the guard's neck. I could hear the faint gasp of surprise from the guard, but Lisa squeezed her thick thighs around his neck tightly, blocking his air supply.

📷

The guard stumbled behind as he lost consciousness, and with surprising agility, Lisa pulled her body back and did a reverse somersault, landing like a cat on the floor and stretching her hands forward, cushioning the fall of the guard to avoid making sound, before pulling him quietly behind the car.

"Done," said Sooyoung. "And done," said Lisa. "Fuck you and your acrobatic moves, Lisa!" cursed Taeyeon. Lisa stifled a chuckle. "Did Lisa do her reverse somersault again?" I heard Rosé asking. "You bet I did," said Lisa smugly. "Fuck you, Lili," Rosé replied. Lisa chuckled again. "Okay, okay. So far so good. Now... The two guards at the stairs. Ji-eun unnie?" Wendy said.

IU nodded, producing another pair of sedative darts. She crept to the middle of the room, stopping just before the light touched her body. She lifted her arms, ready to strike.

As before, I held my breath and stared at the two guards. The guard on the left was standing idly, the guard on the right was opening his pack of cigarettes.

Thwip. Thwip. The guard on the left fell silently, but to our collective horror...

"Fuck... I dropped my cigs..."

The guard on the right dropped his cigarette pack, and stooped down to pick it up, inadvertently ducking IU's dart. The dart stuck on the wall behind him, and he inevitably noticed that his partner was stumbling.

"Fuck!" cursed IU in a whisper. "W–What..." the guard stuttered panickedly, before whipping around at IU's direction, lifting his gun up, "Who's there?!"

We were immediately on alert. Shit! What should we do? Instinctively, I sprung up from behind the car, pointing my gun in his direction. IU produced a knife and threw it at the guard... But she missed.

In doing so, she revealed her presence. I could see the guard's eyes widening. As if in slow motion, I watched him cocking his gun, his finger slipping to the trigger. I did the same, ready to shoot him...

BOOM.

A loud crackling sound echoed through the walls of the basement, a bright blue flash blinding us. The guard's body flew a few metres back, before crashing loudly onto the wall. He slumped to the ground, unconscious, smoke emanating from his body.

I turned to look at the source of the sound. Lisa was standing to my right, her right hand outstretched, her Project Origin bracelet glowing bright blue.

She had just used it.

"O–Oh... Oh no..." Lisa stuttered, realising her mistake.

We heard ruffling sounds from the floor above us, followed by rushed footsteps. They heard it. Everyone heard it.

"What was it? What happened?" Jihyo asked urgently. "I–I'm... I'm sorry... I..." Lisa panickedly stammered.

Taeyeon, Irene, and Mr. Park sprung up from behind the cars, their weapons ready. We followed them.

"Forget about it, Lisa! Come on! We need to get to the ground floor now! We're sitting ducks here! MOVE IT!" screamed Taeyeon.

Taeyeon and Mr. Park led us in front, running up the stairs. We followed them quickly, and soon we reached a long corridor on the ground floor. Around two dozen guards rushed to meet us at the other end of the corridor, all brandishing their katanas and baseball bats. I saw their eyes widening as they saw SNSD's Kim Taeyeon standing in front of them, undoubtedly surprised to see a legend like her.

Big mistake.

"Oh... This is gonna be good..." smirked Taeyeon.

She stretched her arm forward, and with one powerful pump, she blasted them with her bracelet, sending at least the five frontmost guards tumbling down like bowling pins. The rest yelled and rushed forward, only to be met with Irene's blast.

"Come on! Push forward!" yelled Irene.

I yelled and ran forward next to Irene, dodging a swinging katana, punching the chest of the guard nearest to me. Behind me, Chuyoung opened fire, hitting a few guys on the neck and face, making them scream in agony.

Dara swung her baseball bat, hitting the next guard square in the face, then she charged forward together with Sooyoung and BoA's bodyguards. Minsoo and IU came last, the Twice manager hitting a few guards with his kendo swords, while IU threw knives after knives at the incoming guards.

"Get to the main lobby!" screamed IU.

She joined the rest at the main lobby, and I picked myself up to follow them. My eyes widened as I saw the size of the main lobby. It was much larger than I imagined! Irene was about to step into the uncovered central area, when suddenly, I heard gunshots.

"Take cover!" Taeyeon yelled.

I quickly pulled Irene behind a sofa, right when bullets whizzed above our heads. The others hid behind pillars as bullets started raining down on us, shots coming from above. I broke cover to aim my gun at a guard who was running at us from the other end of the lobby. I shot at him, hitting his neck, making him stumble and scream in pain. I knew my gun was only loaded with rubber bullets, but when you got hit by one... It still hurts like hell.

"Shooters on the railings, remember?" I reminded Irene as I returned to my cover. She nodded. "Thanks, Babe..." she whispered.

Mr. Park opened fire, followed by the crackling sounds of the Strike Team's bracelets. I took another peek... And I realised just how many guards were actually there, swarming the place. Luckily, those with firearms were only the ones shooting at us from the balcony on both sides of the main lobby, while the others were charging at us with katanas and baseball bats.

Mr. Park's team and BoA's bodyguards immediately traded shots with the shooters above, joined by Chuyoung, who was a pretty good shot himself. I turned and shot a guard who was charging at Irene and I, making him stagger back, and Irene blasted him away with her bracelet.

"Momo! Momo, on your left!" Jeongyeon screamed.

I turned to my right, seeing Jeongyeon slamming an approaching guard in a ssireum move, knocking him out cold, before standing up back to back with Sooyoung, who was kicking an incoming guard with a powerful karate kick.

Momo was blasting guards to her left while covering herself behind a pillar. I saw a guard charging his katana at Momo, but she quickly blasted him with another pink blast, sending him flying to the wall.

"Thanks, Jeongie!" shouted Momo, continuing to dispose of more guards.

Irene broke cover and blasted two guards in quick succession using her bracelet. I followed her example and shot three other guards. I reloaded my gun while taking cover, and I flung my eyes around the main lobby.

Seulgi was fighting a few guards by herself, the usually adorable Teddy Bear looking terrifying all of a sudden, her small eyes squinting as she moved like a Wing Chun master. She fought gracefully and effectively, striking the enemies' weak points, breaking their arms and knees, dislocating their shoulders, before finishing them off with a double roundhouse kick.

I saw IU fighting together with Minsoo and Mr. Park. Minsoo was surprisingly adept in swordfighting, I wondered if the swordsman Yori had taught him a thing or two. His form was decent, and he effectively downed many guards with his kendo moves.

Mr. Park was a brawler. He fought like a beast, using his giant body to tackle and smash anyone coming at him, rarely ever using his gun. I noticed that his style was Krav Maga, one of the deadliest fighting styles in the world.

IU was... IU. She had her own style of fighting. She was scary, quick, lethal with her knives, hacking, slashing, and throwing knives at all the right angles, her face smeared with blood from her fallen enemies.

To my left, Joy and Lisa fought side by side, and I noticed that the way they fought was almost similar: Agile, acrobatic, lightning fast, although Lisa's form clearly had some Muay Thai and Capoeira influence, while Joy's was simply Taekwondo.

Joy used her long limbs effectively, keeping her enemies at bay with a flurry of kicks, while Lisa was cartwheeling and kicking to and fro, dodging katana slashes while blasting everyone with her bracelet, sending guards flying away left and right.

Chuyoung and Taeyeon rushed to join Irene and I behind the sofa, panting hard. I saw Taeyeon clutching her belly, looking a little paler than usual, and I grabbed her shoulder gently.

"You alright, Sunbae?" I asked her.

She nodded quickly, but at that moment a series of shots hit the sofa behind which we were hiding, sending pieces of cotton flying in the air.

"I'm... I'm fine. Shit. We need to take out those shooters on the railings if we want to proceed!" Taeyeon exclaimed.

"Is there any other way to go upstairs other than the main staircase? There should be other stairs, right?" Chuyoung asked, breaking cover every now and then to shoot some guards.

Irene pressed her earpiece into her ear, trying to talk to the spies back at the HQ above the noises.

"Wendy! Is there any other way to the second floor other than the main staircase?" she asked. "Hang on, Unnie. Lemme check," Wendy replied.

A few seconds passed before Wendy spoke again.

"There are two other staircases. One by the kitchen on the left wing, and one by the concierge area on the right wing. You can't go through the middle. They'll kill you!" Wendy said. "Got it!" said Irene, looking at Taeyeon.

The SNSD leader nodded and pressed a finger into her ear, speaking to all of us.

"Listen up, everyone! We need to flank the shooters on the railing. We're splitting the team in two. I will go with IU, Minsoo, Joy, Sooyoung, Momo, and Chuyoung to the staircase by the kitchen, Irene will go with Yeoni, Dara, Jeongyeon, Lisa, and Seulgi to take the staircase by the concierge area. Mr. Park and team, hold your position in the middle area, cover our movements. Everyone copied?" Taeyeon barked.

"Roger that!" Seulgi responded. "Copy that, Taengoo!" yelled Sooyoung. "Got it!" said IU. "Copy that, Taeyeon-ssi," growled Mr. Park.

Irene, Chuyoung, and I nodded, readying ourselves. Mr. Park joined us and took out a flashbang grenade from his belt, pulling the pin.

"Run as soon as I throw this," he said.

We nodded. Mr. Park threw the flashbang, releasing a blinding white light as soon as it hit the ground. We looked away as we heard groans from the blinded guards, and we rushed to join our respective teams. Irene led Dara, Jeongyeon, Lisa, Seulgi, and I to the right, rushing to the concierge area, finding the door that led to the staircase.

Dara swung her baseball bat at a guard who tried to stop us as we opened the door, while Joy flew in with a taekwondo kick to dispose of another guard next to him who was aiming his gun at us. We climbed the stairs to the second floor, exiting right behind the shooters, who were still blinded by the flashbang.

"Go! Go! Go!" screamed Irene.

I picked one guard and shot his back repeatedly with my gun, before kicking him on the chest to send him crashing through the railings to the ground floor. On the other side of the balcony, I saw Taeyeon's team had reached the second floor, and the SNSD leader used her bracelet to send a couple of shooters flying into one of the rooms.

"Yeoni! Look out!"

I turned around and managed to duck, dodging the shots of a gunman with an assault rifle. Irene blasted his side with her bracelet, sending him crashing through a door of a room next to us. More guards were inside. I shot them with my gun, but soon I realised that I had run out of bullets. I threw my gun at one of the guards, hitting him square on the forehead, before leaping to do a drop kick to send a couple guards tumbling down.

Lisa flew in with a kick, dropping another guard. She reached a hand to help me up, and we stood side by side. We were facing five guards, all unarmed, but all looked ready to kill. I stepped into my fighting stance, and I felt Lisa doing the same.

"We make a good team, right, Yeongi?" she smirked.

"The last time you said that I ended up pounding your fat booty all night long," I chuckled, jokingly slapping her big butt. Lisa grinned.

"I expect you to do that again after we save Jichu and Nini," she replied without missing a beat. "These five guys first," I said. She nodded. "COME ON, YOU FUCKERS!" Lisa taunted.

The guards yelled and charged at us. Lisa blasted the first one with her bracelet, while I struck my right hook on the second guard's jaw, sending him tumbling to the side. The third guard lunged to kick at Lisa, but she swiped down with her leg, catching his standing leg, sending him falling down, before finishing him with a powerful elbow strike onto his chin.

At the same time, the fourth guard threw a table lamp at me and managed to make me stumble back. He rushed forward with a kick, but I dodged it before slapping his ears with the back of my hands, making him dizzy. I knocked him out with a powerful uppercut.

"Yeongi, catch!" Lisa yelled.

I turned to catch the fifth guard, who was just being kicked on the back by Lisa. I locked his arms and turned him over to face Lisa, who did a flurry of punches to his ribs, before leaping up knee first, dislocating the guy's jaw, knocking him down.

"Good one!" I praised her. Lisa chuckled. "I told you we made a good team!" Lisa repeated, offering me a high five. "Why do I feel like you're actually having fun?" I sniggered. "Am I not allowed to?" Lisa asked.

I laughed and gestured for her to follow me outside back to the balcony. At that moment, we heard a loud grunt, and in a split second I saw a baseball bat swinging in my direction. I dodged it, but Lisa was caught square in the face.

"FUCK!" she winched, clutching her bleeding nose as she staggered back.

I looked up. At the threshold stood the black clad man in a ski mask and goggles. I recognised him instantly. This was the guy who struck Jennie and I, the guy who took Jisoo away. This was that Baseball Bat Man.

"You!" I groaned.

As a reply, he kicked me on the abs, sending me flying back into the room. Shit. I realised now that he was a big guy, probably as tall and muscular as Ansel. Lisa groggily stood up and shot him with her bracelet, but he nimbly dodged the blast, the blue lightning crackled as it hit the door frame behind him.

He swung his bat at Lisa, who tried to block it with her arms, but the force of his swing caught Lisa off guard. She lost her footing and stumbled behind. I groaned and tried punching him, but he caught my fist and twisted my arm, making me scream in pain. He punched me hard on the chest, again sending me flying behind.

I coughed hard, wind knocked out of my lungs. Before I could regain my composure, I felt his boot on my face. My body flew and crashed next to Lisa. I coughed up blood as I felt dizzy. Fuck. This guy was a machine!

"S–Stun... Stun him!" I yelled.

Lisa tried doing it, but again, he dodged the shot. He was so quick for such a big guy. Lisa yelled and flew in with a kick, but he grabbed Lisa's leg and threw her body to the cabinet next to me.

He picked up his baseball bat again, walking menacingly at us. Fuck. I was too dizzy to move, and he would dispatch Lisa easily! He reached us, pulled his arm back, ready to swing his bat to knock both of us down...

THWACK

The Baseball Bat Man fell sprawling to the floor, blood leaking from his head. I looked up, and saw a petite girl with a blood-smeared baseball bat standing in front of us.

"Dara-unnie!" exclaimed Lisa. "You alright, guys?" Dara asked. "Y–Yeah... Yeah. Thanks, Sunbae..." I stammered, my heart still thumping from the fight we just had. "Good. Come on! These fuckers just keep coming at us!" Dara said urgently.

She dropped her baseball bat and reached her arms out to help Lisa and I to stand. Picking the bat up again, Dara led us outside back to the balcony, where we found more fighting. Seulgi, Irene, and Joy were fighting a group of guards a few metres in front of us, and the three of us were just about to run to join them, when suddenly I heard a loud thudding sound.

Dara flew forward and crashed to the floor. Lisa and I whipped around. To my surprise, the Baseball Bat Man was standing tall behind us, looking angry.

"The fuck..." Lisa uttered.

He swung his bat to our heads, and this time Lisa was the one dodging him. His bat struck my left arm hard, making me scream in pain and stumble to my left, crashing onto the wooden railings. Lisa blasted his chest with her bracelet, but he only staggered a few steps back before regaining his footing.

"THE FUCK!" cursed Lisa loudly.

He kicked Lisa in the stomach, sending her flying and crashing next to Dara. He turned his attention to me. I was still clutching my left arm. He lifted his bat, ready to finish me off.

"DIE YOU ASSHOLE!"

Two slashes, then a stabbing sound. Blood splattered onto my face. The man screamed in agony and turned. At that moment a stiletto boot caught his chin, followed by a couple other slashes to his torso. He staggered back towards me at the railing, and at that moment I heard another stabbing sound.

I saw a dagger sticking out of his right shoulder. A hand reached to grab the hilt of the dagger. The owner of the hand pulled the dagger out of his flesh, making blood splatter out. The same stiletto boot landed on his chest, and it pushed strongly.

The man fell backwards over the railings, crashing to the ground floor loudly. I peeked down and saw that he was sprawling on the floor. He wasn't moving.

I turned around, and my eyes widened as I saw a voluptuous woman in a red leather jacket over her fishnet bodysuit standing in front of me, cleaning her dagger off the man's blood. She was the one wearing the stiletto boots. She was the one who saved me.

"Fuck... I always hated that guy," she uttered. "C–Chaerin?" Dara stuttered.

CL stood there, blood covering her face and torso. She lifted her face and smiled at Dara.

"Hi, Unnie..." CL uttered. "Oh, Chaerin!" Dara exclaimed.

Dara rushed to reach CL, her eyes brimming with tears. She crushed her bandmate in a tight embrace, and CL chuckled as she hugged Dara back, but then I saw her eyes widening.

At least twelve guards rushed in our direction, ready with their katanas. They were all shocked to see CL, Manse's main enforcer, hugging Dara, an IPG member. I could almost see the gears turning in their heads, and then hatred filled their eyes. They realised what was happening.

"Traitor!" grunted the guy at the front.

Irene, Seulgi, Joy, Sooyoung, Lisa and I slipped to our fighting stances ready to fight them, but CL walked past all of us, standing at the very front, brandishing her dagger. She bared her teeth and stared down the guards, and I could see their resolve starting to waver.

"Stand back. I'll take these fools..." CL hissed. "B–But... Chaerin!" protested Dara.

CL turned to look at her fellow ex-2NE1 member. She grinned wide, and I saw a glint in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Unnie... Don't you remember the song?" she asked. Dara looked confused. "What song?" she blurted.

CL smirked, twirling her dagger.

"Naega jeil jal naga..."

With that, CL let out a feral roar before charging straight at the guards. CL threw her dagger, catching an incoming guard on the shoulder, making him scream in pain. She leaped forward, pulling the dagger out while riding his falling body like a skateboard, and as the body crashed onto the floor, CL started fighting.

The way she fought was similar to IU with her knives, but... CL was wilder... Much, much wilder. She fought like a savage beast, she hacked and slashed the guards with her dagger, kicking the guards over the railing or through a door, blood splashing everywhere. She fought with speed, with power... And with hatred.

I knew IU always specifically aimed her knife attacks at her enemies' non-lethal points, making sure to incapacitate them without killing them... But CL didn't seem to care. One by one, she left bloodied bodies in her wake, as we all stared at her with gaping mouths.

The last guard fell on his knees, blood flowing from his slashed thigh and chest. With a loud scream, CL bashed her knee on the guy's nose, breaking it instantly, sending the back of his head crashing onto the wall. The guy slumped to his side, unmoving. I didn't dare to think whether or not the guy was dead.

CL panted as she disposed of the last guard, her entire body covered in blood. To my horror, CL started licking the blood stains around her mouth. She twirled her dagger in her hand, before looking up to see us, who were all staring in shock at her. Her eyes caught Dara, and she grinned wide, looking absolutely scary.

"I've missed you too, Unnie..." CL grinned.

Dara started crying and rushed forward, hugging her long-lost friend again.

"B–Babo..." sobbed Dara. "... Y–You made me worried sick..."

CL smiled kindly and looked at all of us. Her eyes met mine, and she grinned wide.

"Hi, Blackpink Boyfriend! Nice to finally meet you! Damn... You're handsome!" CL chuckled.

I didn't know how to respond to that comment, and the way she looked–with all the blood–made me feel uneasy, so instead I looked away. At that moment I realised that the fighting had stopped, all of the guards attacking us were either unconscious or groaning in pain on the floor, clutching their broken limbs and wounded body parts. Taeyeon's team joined us from the other side of the balcony, as did Mr. Park and the bodyguards.

"CL?" Taeyeon gasped. CL smiled and nodded. "Sorry for all the troubles, Unnie," she said. "Where were you, Chaerin?" asked Dara.

CL sighed.

"I was inside the main room, with Manse, the girls, and the three old fucks. I heard shootings and screamings, so I thought the police had come to raid the place. Manse sent me out to fight, but my plan was to run away as soon as I got out," CL explained.

"But when I went out I saw you guys instead! I thought you all were gonna get slaughtered, so I rushed down and took out some of the guards, when the flashbang hit. Then I saw Dara-unnie running to the side stairs, so I followed her up, fighting a few guys along the way," she continued.

"When I reached this floor, I saw Yeoni-ssi almost getting killed by that fucker with the baseball bat. Fuck him. He always gave me the creeps. He never said anything ever, just standing there silently with his ridiculous mask. He's the one who took Jennie and Jisoo, you know..." CL said, looking at me.

I nodded.

"Yeah... Gave me this too," I said, pointing at my bandaged head. CL nodded. "I hope the fall actually killed him," she uttered, peering down from the railings, sending shivers down my spine.

CL sighed again and stared at all of us. I knew we were all still stunned with her sudden appearance, even more so by the fact that she was fighting on our side. Lisa was evidently the most shocked, and CL caught this. She chuckled.

"Ya, Lisa! Stop staring at me like that! We've met before in YG, right?" CL sniggered. "I–I... I... Sorry, Sunbae... I–I was just... How did you... F–Fight like that?" Lisa stuttered.

I knew what Lisa meant. We had never watched anyone fight as wildly as CL before, and before this I thought IU was the scariest fighter. CL laughed, before looking straight at the Thai girl.

"Like I said... I am the best," she smirked.

Scattered laughter escaped our mouths. CL was brimming with pride, but she had a sense of humour, and I found myself immediately liking this lady. CL chuckled a little, but then she stared at all of us seriously.

"Listen, guys... You need to–"

BLAM

A loud gunshot. Everyone immediately ducked and ran for cover inside a nearby room. More gunshots were heard, hitting the wooden frames of the door we hid behind, sending wooden debris flying in the air.

"FUCK YOU CHAERIN!" I heard a man yelling. "I told you we couldn't trust her!" another man whimpered. "Where the fuck are you? Come out and play!" the third man spoke.

I glanced at the others... And then I saw it. CL was clutching her side, blood seeping through her fingers. She winced in pain and crumpled to the floor. Dara panickedly caught her body.

"C–Chaerin! Chaerin, are you alright?" she exclaimed. "F–Fuck... Fuck they got me... Fucking... Old... Fucks..." cursed CL.

'Old fucks'? I peeked through the door, and I saw three older men standing in front of Manse's chamber. That must be...

"Sungho, Chunghee... And Taewoo..." I heard Chuyoung grunting.

The three directors were standing there. The one in the middle, the short one with a bandaged nose, was holding a smoking shotgun, and I assumed that his shot was the one that hit CL. As soon as he saw me, he aimed at me. I pulled my head just in time before another shot hit the wall next to the door.

"Shibal..." I cursed. "We're pinned here, aren't we?" Seulgi remarked.

I nodded. Chuyoung peeked out and started shooting at the directors, but they ran for cover.

"YOU'LL HURT YOURSELF WITH THAT, TAEWOO-SSI!" yelled Chuyoung. "Jinyoung? Is that you? Fuck! You're here too?" laughed the man he called Taewoo.

BLAM. BLAM.

Taewoo unloaded his shotgun at Chuyoung's direction. Tzuyu's boyfriend ducked the shot, and I saw more wooden debris flying out.

"Just come out and play, Jinyoung-ah!" yelled one other director, his voice gruff. "Aren't we a little too old to play around, Sungho-ssi?" Chuyoung replied. "Come on, Jinyoung! J–Just... Just join our side! We–We'll spare Tzuyu if you do so!" the last director said.

That must be Chunghee. I noticed that his voice was trembling, like he was... Afraid?

Chuyoung grunted hearing his girlfriend's name. He broke cover and emptied his rounds at his ex-colleagues, but I knew he hit none. I pulled him quickly just as another shot from Taewoo's shotgun hit the outer walls of the room we were hiding in.

"Calm down, Hyung!" I scolded him. Chuyoung's face was red with anger, his breathing ragged. "R–Right... Right... S–Sorry..." he panted. "Fuck... I ran out of ammo."

I peeked forward. Chunghee, Taewoo, and Sungho were standing right in front of the door to Manse's room. The girls were there, as was Manse. We were so close. Only these three stood between us and the room.... Between us and the girls.

I looked at them, and I noticed that the three of them clearly looked absolutely afraid. They were trembling in fear. Why didn't they come here to get us? They knew we had nowhere to go. These old bastards... They must be so afraid. I smirked and turned to look at IU, Taeyeon, and Irene.

"Guys... These are only three guys. Three old guys, and only one of them is armed. We can beat them easily... Let's have... Joy, Momo, and Seulgi to stun them?" I proposed.

The three leaders nodded. Irene turned to Joy, Momo, and Seulgi, gesturing for them to join us. Taeyeon started briefing them.

"Girls, you heard Yeoni. Let's..." "N–No. D–Don't. Don't do it..."

We all turned to look at CL. She was being tended by Dara and Mr. Park. Blood was leaking profusely from her side. She was badly injured. She gestured for us to approach her, so we did so. Before she spoke, however, our earpieces crackled to life. Wendy spoke.

"Unnie. I... I'm picking heat signatures from all around the building... It's..." she stuttered. "What is it?" asked IU. "I–It's... We... We didn't see it before because there were so many people around. But now... N–Now..." stuttered Rosé. "Oh fuck..." I heard Jihyo cursing. "What is it, Jihyo? Tell us!" yelled Taeyeon.

Wendy, Rosé, and Jihyo took a second to reply.

"U–Unnie... It looks like... The... T–The entire building is... Is rigged... W–With..." Rosé stuttered, sounding so afraid. "... E–Explosives..." Jihyo whispered.

Horrified gasps left everyone's mouths. Taeyeon, IU, and Irene turned to CL.

"Chaerin... The spy team said they picked up heat signatures from around the building. They said it's..." Taeyeon asked panickedly, but CL nodded before IU completed her sentence. "Bombs," CL whispered. "What?! So it's true?" exclaimed Jeongyeon in shock. CL nodded again. "Manse... That... Crazy bastard. He set up bombs in and around the building, saying that he'll detonate them if you guys managed to defeat the guards and get to the room," CL said, still wincing in pain. "What... The fuck?" uttered Dara. "T–That's... That's why... I told you not to... C–Come yourselves! That's why I told you... T–To call the police..." Dara whispered.

I understood. That was why the directors didn't come to get us. That's why they looked so afraid. They were the last line of defence. If we managed to defeat them and get to the room, Manse would detonate the bombs. They knew we wouldn't kill them... Manse would.

"Chaerin... Chaerin, stay with us!"

I turned to look at CL. She was losing consciousness. Dara panickedly slapped her cheeks, trying to wake her up. Mr. Park grunted.

"We need to bring her out to the Care Team. She's losing too much blood," he said. IU nodded. "I agree. Dara-unnie, take Chaerin-unnie outside. Mr. Park, take your team to cover them," she commanded. Mr. Park nodded.

The bodyguards readied themselves and walked to the door. Dara lifted CL up, flinging her arm around her shoulders. One of BoA's bodyguards started shooting at the directors, making them scramble for cover. Mr. Park, Dara, and the bodyguards rushed to the staircase by the right wing, taking the injured CL with them, shooting repeatedly at the directors.

I watched them appear on the ground floor a few seconds later. Mr. Park and the bodyguards released a few covering shots at the three directors. Taewoo tried shooting at them, but he missed, only managing to knock a large chunk of a pillar downstairs. Soon, the group disappeared safely into the corridor, back down to the basement.

"Fuck! FUCK!" I heard Taewoo cursing. "W–We... We need to.. G–get them! We... C–Come on, Hyung! We need to kill them!" stuttered Chunghee. Sungho groaned. "And risk getting beat? Don't you see all of these bodies around us? Hyungnim will–"

His words were cut short because Momo and Lisa peered forward to shoot their bracelets at them. Again, the directors ran for cover, and I could clearly hear Chunghee whimpering in fear.

"S–Stop! P–Please! J–Just... Just stop! Just... Just come out! Please! I–I... I don't... I don't want to d–d–d..." squeaked Chunghee, sounding like he was about to cry. "SHUT UP, CHUNGHEE! YOU FUCKING FOOL!" Taewoo roared again.

CL was telling the truth. Chunghee was clearly afraid, and I knew the other two were too. Manse would detonate the bombs if we defeat them and reach the room. I turned to look at the IPG members, and they all looked afraid. I was afraid too.

"W–What... What should we do?" stuttered Minsoo. "I... I don't know... I... I don't know, guys..." Taeyeon stammered, looking depressed for the first time tonight.

Fuck. Fuck, this was horrible! I thought hard, but I couldn't come up with anything. The only way I could think of getting us out of this situation is if Hyejin and the police came and raided the place. That way these three directors would be arrested, that way Manse could be stopped before he detonate the bombs. But... Had Sana managed to convince her? What took her so long anyway?

At that moment, we heard rushing footsteps from downstairs. Were more guards coming? Suddenly, our earpieces crackled to life, and then... I heard it.

"Hi, guys! Missed me?"

Everyone's eyes lit up. Momo and Lisa gasped. Taeyeon, Sooyoung, Irene, Seulgi, and Joy sighed loudly, and I could see tears of relief starting to fill their eyes. IU chuckled, and I heard a laugh from my earpiece... Wendy's laughter. Minsoo started crying, burying his face on Jeongyeon's shoulder, who smiled brightly for the first time tonight. Chuyoung and I let out a sigh of relief... All because of that voice.

That voice. That was the voice we've been longing to hear all night long. All week long, in fact. That voice sounded like an oasis in a desert. That voice was the voice of hope we had been waiting for.

That was Hyejin's voice.

"Hyejin! Oh my God... Hyejin... Thank you... Thank you!" Irene sighed, wiping tears from her eyes.

We all rushed outside, and what we saw brought joy and relief to our hearts. The short haired detective was leading a police tactical unit, all wearing matching black tactical gears. Unlike us who infiltrated stealthily through the basement, Hyejin's team burst through the front door, streaming inside, their assault rifles at the ready, and they immediately spread out to secure the perimeter. Hyejin was walking behind two officers with ballistic shields straight through the middle of the lobby, pointing their guns forward.

"FREEZE! DROP YOUR WEAPON!" Hyejin bellowed as she saw the three directors.

Taewoo dropped his shotgun and he joined Chunghee and Sungho, immediately lifting their arms in surrender, trembling in fear. Three officers rushed forward to arrest them, cuffing their hands behind their backs. I realised now that Hyejin's team was from the Special Operations Unit, and some of the officers started rounding up the downed guards, handcuffing them and quickly taking them away.

"Hyejin!" Joy yelled.

Hyejin looked up, and she smiled wide. I noticed that her hair now had streaks of electric green on them, but she still looked absolutely beautiful. She rushed up the stairs, crushing the Red Velvet members in a group hug.

"Oh, Hyejin..." Irene sighed. "I've missed you so much~" whispered Seulgi. "I'm sorry I'm late..." Hyejin muttered. "You came just in time, Hyejin-ie..." said Taeyeon.

Hyejin chuckled and nodded. At that moment I heard another loud squeal, and saw Yeri rushing up the stairs to join Hyejin and the Red Velvet members, followed by a girl with purple silvery hair. Jeongyeon, Momo, and Minsoo gasped when they saw her.

"Yoo Beep Beep! Momoring! Minsoo!" Sana cheered.

The three rushed to hug her, and I felt a smile breaking on my face. Sana saw me and released her fiancé and Twice friends to hug me tightly, pecking my cheeks like she always does, laughing her iconic laughter. She did it. She managed to bring Hyejin back. Of course she did! Why did I ever doubt her?

"Are you hurt?" she asked, staring at my bruised arm. I shook my head. "I'm fine," I said with a smile. She nodded. "Come on, Oppa. Job's not done yet," she said.

I nodded, and I followed her to join the others. Hyejin's team had positioned themselves in front of the door that led to Manse's room, their assault rifles pointing at it. Hyejin stood in front of it, staring at the door, behind which her father was waiting. Sana and I joined the rest to stand around her. Everyone turned to look at Sana.

"Sha, did you hear about the bombs?" Taeyeon asked. Sana nodded. "I did. We can't just burst inside. Manse will detonate the bombs and kill us all," Sana said. "How are we going to do this, then?" asked IU.

Sana cleared her throat and lifted her head. She looked dead serious.

"Alright. Listen up, everyone! Yeoni-oppa, Chuyoung-oppa, Minsoo, Hyejin, and I will enter. Along with... Suzy-unnie," she said. "Suzy?" Minsoo gasped.

We heard footsteps. We all turned around, and my eyes widened in surprise as I saw Bae Suzy walking straight at us, flanked by BoA and Junhwan. Her eyes were set on the door, looking confident and resolved. Suzy stopped next to Hyejin, who surprisingly smiled at her and nodded.

Everyone was confused. What was Suzy doing here? Wasn't she in Busan? And... Was Sana actually planning to trade her with the girls, like Manse wanted? I was about to ask the question, when Sana cleared her throat to grab our attention.

"The six of us will enter. The SOU squad will hold their positions outside of the room, covering for us. Taengoo-unnie, Irene-unnie, IU-unnie, BoA-unnie and Junhwan-ssi... Please lead the rest outside and get to safety. We'll try to dissuade Manse from detonating the bombs, but still, you'll need to keep a safe distance between yourselves and this building," Sana said.

"S–Sha... Are you sure?" asked Momo, sounding worried.

Sana nodded, and the look in her eyes made Momo stop questioning her. Sana looked at Jeongyeon, who nodded calmly. The way she trusted her fiancé completely always amazed me. Sana looked at Suzy, Hyejin, Minsoo, Chuyoung, and I.

"Once inside, the four of us will move slowly towards the girls, trying to do so without alarming Manse. Minsoo, help Yeoni-oppa to free Jisoo-unnie and Jennie. Chuyoung-oppa, get Tzuyu. I'll get Dubu," Sana explained.

Minsoo raised his hand.

"But... B–But how are we going to free the girls? Manse would definitely stop us," Minsoo asked worriedly. Sana nodded.

"That's why Hyejin and Suzy-unnie are coming with us. They'll draw his attention. They'll try to talk to Manse and get him to surrender. I have a feeling that when he sees Hyejin, he'll..."

"He'll soften up," completed Hyejin. "If not... Then I'll offer to trade myself with the girls," Suzy said calmly.

We all looked at her. She looked really calm, it was almost unsettling. Sana shook her head.

"It won't get to that, Unnie..." she assured her. "I won't allow it," said Hyejin firmly.

Suzy smiled.

"... Just in case," she whispered.

We all exchanged glances, and slowly, one by one, we nodded, agreeing to Sana's plan. Sana told us to discard our weapons, so as to not appear as threats for Manse. Jeongyeon and Seulgi opened their bulletproof vests, giving them to Sana and Suzy respectively, who both wore them before turning to the door.

The six of us stood in front of the closed door, ready to enter. I took a glance at Chuyoung, and I noticed that something dripped down to the floor from his jacket sleeve. I glared at him as he noticed me. His face was losing colours.

"Hyung... You... You're bleeding!" I whispered.

He indeed was bleeding. One of the shots from Taewoo must have caught his arm earlier when he traded shots with them. I immediately grabbed him and pulled him aside, trying to get him to leave with the rest to get treated outside, but he clutched my elbows and shook his head.

"It's nothing, Yeoni.... I'm fine," he whispered. "No, you're not! You're hit! We have to get you outside to be treated–" I said panickedly, but he still shook his head. "Yeoni, listen," he said firmly.

I stared at him. He was clearly hurt, but his eyes looked confident and determined.

"Yeoni. I've been through worse. I was literally shot twice through the back last December, remember? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I go out there and do nothing while you guys are risking your lives to save the girls, to save Tzuyu. I have to go in," he said.

"B–But..."

Chuyoung smiled, but I could see the fire burning in his eyes.

"What would you do if it was you who got shot, Yeoni? Huh? Would you go outside to be treated?" he asked me seriously.

He waited for me to answer him, but I could only stare at him. He stared deeply into my eyes, and he spoke again.

"Answer me, Yeoni... Would you go outside to be treated... Or would you brace yourself and walk inside to save Jisoo and Jennie?"

Slowly, I nodded. He was right.

"Y–You're... You're right," I said. "I thought so too..." Chuyoung smiled.

He grabbed my shoulder and squeezed it. I nodded and walked with him to join the others in front of the door. Sana was hugging Jeongyeon tightly, and I noticed that no matter how tough Jeongyeon tried to look, her hands were shaking.

"Do you trust me?" Sana whispered gently. "You know I do," whispered Jeongyeon. "I know you won't disappoint me..."

Jeongyeon kissed Sana's forehead before releasing her and joining the others on the staircase. Sana nodded, and the rest of our team started walking away.

We watched BoA, Junhwan, Irene, Taeyeon, and IU leading Seulgi, Lisa, Momo, Sooyoung and Joy outside slowly through the front door, escorted by the SOU officers who took the guards away earlier. They took a final glance at the six of us on the second floor... And soon they disappeared. The officers closed the door behind them and rejoined their colleagues near us.

I took a deep breath and turned to look at the other five. There were only six of us left inside the building now other than the SOU squad members. I saw Hyejin's hand slipping into Suzy's, giving it a gentle squeeze. Suzy looked at Hyejin, and I saw the detective smiling warmly at the former IPG Head.

"Ready when you are, Eomma..." Hyejin whispered.

Eomma?

Suzy nodded and took a deep breath. She looked ready. She stepped forward, standing a little further forward than the rest of us. The detective nodded. The two SOU squad members at either side of the doors pushed the door open...

And I saw the girls. I saw the four of them. Tzuyu, Dahyun, Jennie... And Jisoo. They were each tied to a chair, sitting side by side in the middle of the room, their mouths gagged. I noticed that Jennie's head was bandaged, a reminder that she too was struck by the baseball bat before being taken earlier. The girls all looked tired. They all looked scared. They lifted their faces as they heard the door opening.

"'Mmm! Mmmm!!" Jennie started screaming as she saw us, but her screams were muffled. "Jennie-ssi! You might want to shut up!" roared a male voice.

Behind the girls, standing behind a large wooden table, stood the towering figure of Park Manse. He was holding a detonator in his left hand, his right hand pointing a handgun in the direction of the door. His eyes widened the moment he saw Suzy, undoubtedly surprised to see her here, but he maintained his composure.

"Good morning, Oppa," Suzy replied calmly, and she started walking into the room. "Ah... So you came. I was just about to blow us all up..." Manse sneered.

We followed her inside, and the moment Manse saw us, he started pointing the gun at the girls. The girls whimpered as they heard the sound of his gun cocking. My heart was aching. I wanted to just rush and grab Jisoo and Jennie... But... I knew I shouldn't do it.

"Don't do anything stupid..." Manse growled, threatening us, "I'll blow their heads one by one..."

Suzy lifted her arm up, showing that she wasn't armed. We followed her example, and I saw Manse's muscles relaxing a little. Suzy walked very slowly in front of us, taking her steps carefully, but she kept moving.

"Oppa... Let's... L–Let's just talk... Alright?" Suzy said.

Manse scoffed. He lowered his gun and his detonator, and he started walking around the table, approaching the girls... Approaching us. He chuckled incredulously, his heavy footsteps thudding on the wooden floor.

"You said you wanna talk..." Manse growled.

He walked past the girls, before stopping a few steps in front of Suzy. He glanced at the five of us, and a chuckle left his mouth again.

"... But you brought your minions with you..." he grumbled. "We're unarmed..." said Sana, showing her hands, but Chuyoung cut her off. "You took our loved ones!" he snapped.

Manse turned to look at him and chuckled. I grabbed Chuyoung's arm to calm him down.

"Hyung... Calm down..." I warned him. "Isn't it fair, Jinyoung-ah? Your new friends took everything away from me! My wife, my career, my life..." he hissed. "... And your daughter?"

Hyejin stepped forward. Manse didn't recognise her initially, for he scoffed and glared at her.

"What is a police officer doing here? Are you even a police officer? Or is this a costume? I thought Halloween's still in October!" he taunted her. "Appa..."

It took Manse a second for the realisation to hit him... But when it did, his eyes immediately widened in surprise. He recognised the petite girl standing in front of her in a police tactical gear. He recognised her instantly.

He had not seen her in sixteen long years, so she undoubtedly looked different. She was a child the last time he saw her, and now... She was a woman. A beautiful, strong, and confident young woman. She was a police officer, and she was standing by Suzy's side... She was standing against him.

Manse's eyes softened, his hand wobbled, and his mouth gaped open...

"H–Hyejin...?"

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Winter in Summer: Midnight Confessions (pt 6)

Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

Summary:  You are rescued by a stranger, when Hydra tries to abduct you in the street.

Masterlist

Warnings: canon violence, character injury, labor

word count: 731

“Get down!”  Bucky shouted as he eased you to the floor lightning-fast and covered you with his body just before you felt the heat from an explosion behind him.

The world was spinning and too bright to see anything.  You realized that Bucky was talking and as the ringing in your ears eased you picked up the words.

“Are you hurt?”  He was looking for any signs of bleeding or burns.

“I am alright,”  You groaned, feeling a slight tightness in your back.  

“Can you stand?”  he asked, reaching out for you.  You nodded and he helped you stand up.

“Bucky?”  You asked.  He staggered a little as you got to your feet.

“I’m-  I’m fine, Doll.  don’t worry.”  He groaned, and you both saw a large piece of piping in his lower back.

“Oh my God,”  You started to hyperventilate.

“At least it did hurt your baby,”  He huffed and fell forward into your arms.  You kept him on his feet.

“I don’t know what to do!  Where do I go?  Do I take you to the hospital?”  You asked, putting his arm around your shoulders and trying to help him.  That pain in your back radiated out and made your toes curl.

“No, find us somewhere to hold up.  I’ll be okay once I get this thing out of me.”  Bucky tried to stand a little straighter.

“I’ve said that a number of times,”  You said, trying to keep the mood light.  Bucky did laugh, and the two of you kept low and away from the sirens.

“I think these Italian country-siders are gonna hate us,”  Bucky groaned.  You were thankful it was dark but missed having a bathroom as you lost control of your bladder slightly with a slightly stronger contraction than you were expecting.

“I’m just sad I didn’t get to eat that pasta you brought to me,”  You moaned leaning on a wall to catch your breath.

“More contractions?”  Bucky groaned trying to get a look at the pipe.

“And they are getting stronger,”  You nodded, breathing through it.  “You have to tell me something,”  You said as you grabbed him again and the two of you started moving again.  It was slow travel as you tried to keep against walls and the two of you had to stop several times for you to catch your breath.

“It was an experiment,”  Bucky said reluctantly.  “Hydra had a subject that was unwilling to procreate.  He was one of their best subjects, one of the most successful.  So that baby is actually yours,”  Bucky said, kissing the side of your forehead gently as he gave you life-changing news.

“I don’t know if that is better or worse,”  You huffed during one of your breaks.

“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?”  Bucky asked, letting himself touch your belly gently.

“No, the tech couldn’t get a good look.  The baby had their legs crossed I guess,”  Your whole body scrunched and you moaned low in your throat.

“Come on, we gotta go,”  Bucky said, looking around nervously.  You hadn’t gotten as far as you hoped and now you both knew they were most likely tracking you somehow.

“I can’t,”  You whimpered.  You wanted to throw up and you felt like you had a fever.  You knew Bucky was worse off than you were right now.  He was still bleeding, and here you were crying because your back hurt.

“Doll, did your water break?”  He asked, seeming to see you for the first time since the explosion.  “We gotta get help,” Bucky said.  He helped you onto the ground and you both sat there in the alley out of sight of anyone, you hoped.  He grabbed your cell phone from your pocket.

“Is that how they are tracking me?”  You panted, as you resisted the urge to pass out.

“Not likely,”  He said, dialing a number.  “Hey, it’s me.  I know I said I didn't need help.  But I lied.”

“Who’s baby is this?”  You asked him, clutching his metal arm and breathing through the pain.

“The Winter Soldier’s,”  He said grimacing, before turning his attention back to the person on the phone.  You sobbed into his shirt to try and muffle the sound.  “We’re in Italy Nat, send a quin.  And hurry, I don’t know how much longer she is going to last.”

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Chapter 2

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𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥

"April, APRIL! Slow down, your kind if talking way to fast for my brain to catch up!" Jackie called as he watched the brunette pace while giving a whole speech. "Jackie, this could be it! This could be huge! We need to go see what is going on down there." She protested now stopping in front of the young male tapping her foot like a rabbit.  Her idea was stupid, highly dangerous and stupid but.. plausable. Jackie tilted his head tapping a pencil on the table as he tried to put the random chatter from April together.

"So basically, your saying that you supposedly believe that the foot are still active, and the shredder may still be alive.. Aaaaannnd your your telling me this why..?" Jackie remarked looking st her with a mix of confused and worried. "Because maybe we can find a way to stop them or try and tell someone!" She tapped his forehead as she began to grab her phone and a bag. "Its not like the turtles are around much anymore, so maybe we can try to figure this out." She continued now walking past Jackie towards the door of her apartment. Jackie rubbed his temple thinking over this whole idea. He wasn't sure if it was just stupid or actually a smart plan. Either way, it could risk them both getting caught or else killed. "April, I don't know what exactly we are doing, are you suggesting we stop the foot by ourselves?" He retorted in a worried tone only to cause her to give a annoyed sigh.

"No, we're are just going in, scoping the place and getting out. Nothing too serious." She stated in the most nonchalant way. Jackie was still skeptical about the  idea but there was now way he was going to let her go by herself.  He stood up looking over at her grabbing his bag as he shakes his head. "Well I can let you go by yourself, so count me in I guess." He slings his bag over his shoulder as he walks next to her. Her face changing to a light smile.  The both of them knew this would be risky, but they could handle themselves, the two did survive a whole invasion and ninjas so.

Soon the two were walking the late night streets of the city looking around to make sure no one seemed to be watching. April leading the way as she looked down at her phone periodically to make sure they where heading in the right direction.  The two walked for a while until they stopped at a gated fence coving what seemed to be an abandoned building. The sign saying "Building Condemned, No Access Beyond This Point." April shrugged throwing her bag over the fence starting to make her ascent across the fence. Jackie, skeptical at first followed behind due to her persistent but quiet "hurry up." Soon the both made there way through the building, rubble and debris littered everywhere.

Nothing seemed put of place, just the walls of the abandoned building. And cracked roofs and floors. April began searching her way through the building, any open halls, rooms or doorways that could lead to something. Jackie looked around seeing if anything around hum could lead to something. After about a hour of searching nothing showed. It seemed to be a bust. "April, there's nothing around here, we searched ever-"  Something cut Jackie off as he looked over to his left hearing a deep and gruff thud. "April?.." He called out again more worried and slightly stressed. He began to move a bit faster looking towards the direction of the sound. His footsteps quietly moving as he began to trace the sound. A group of people crowding a table were seen in the far sight of Jackie. He crotches to avoid detection as he moved a bit closer to the other as he looks at the at the crowd. Soon it hit him.

Those people were wearing lab outfits, but something seemed off. It didn't seem like they were just ordinary doctors. They wore uniforms similar to the people that tested the mutagen on other people. Then on the far left Jackie looked, his eyes widen as he saw something he never wanted to see again. A man, half thawed in a big metal suit laying on the table. He seemed partial unconscious at the moment but Jackie could tell he was starting to become more alive. It was the shredder. His mind started to race as he watched the people starting to work faster to bring him back. This wasn't good. This could be a whole war again. They couldn't beat him the first time, what makes it seem if he comes back they could do it again. Jackie shakes his head trying to focus on any clues or information he could get while he was in hiding. Slowly he began to move closer crouching and dodging in-between tables and boxes. Finally stopping as was only a few feet away from the commotion.

His eyes lift up to see a purple canister. He tilts his head for a moment soon rembering what it was. "Anti-mutagen.." He thought to himself as he began to pull out his phone snapping a couple of pictures and videos to show April. "The anti mutagen must be used to revive him. That can't be good, they wanna give him some boost to be able to fight again. Karai must have gotten her hands on it.." He thought again soon becoming more bold in his collecting of evidence. Reaching out his free hand to the top of an empty table to grab a canister. Luckily no one was around to see as his hands fumbled with it soon grabbing ahold of it as he swiped it back under the table and studying it over.

It's soft glow and hum pulsating in his hands. This could possibly be a key to stopping all of this from happening. He could save people. He could be a hero. He slowly began to slide it in his bag as he began to retreat away from the area. Everyone still distracted by thier task. Once he was far enough away from them, he began a light run, escalating to a sprint. He needed to get out of thier. Luckily April had texted him saying she was outside of the building and ready to head home since she could find anything.

Finally he made it outside of the building soon seeing April as he grasped a hold of his bag in a heavy pant. April runs over to him looking concerned. "What?! Did you see something?! Jackie, What happened!"

Jackie panted more as he began to sweat walking off as he looked back. "We can't talk here, we need to go.. I'll tell you once we get to a safer location.." He whispered soon walking down into the packed street of people. April following beside as he nudges him. "What did you find?" She asks again in his ear as she pondered for a moment awaiting a response. "Karai, the foot, and a half dead shredder.. they are planning to revive him with Kraang tech I think. Possibly make him stronger nand more dangerous than ever." He stated still in a distressed state. April grabbed his shoulder soon looking over at a shop front walking the both towards it as they could finally talk. "Okay, okay. We need to calm down, nothing happened and you w3erent seen so thats good." She tried to lighten the mood as she gave a light smile. She soon fiddles with her phone again seeming to send a text to someone before looking around before looking back at the male. "We need to get to the safe point.." She stated calm and stern as she ducked her head as if someone was watching them. Jackie looks around picking up on her uneasiness. "April what are you.." Jackie fall silent as he soon turned in the direction April was facing. A big heavy set yet buff man and a group of guys all dressed in black suits and ties  approached the store looking around. One by one they begannto spread out searching the store. "April?" Jackie asked in a mumble soon being pulled through a back door and outside towards an alley. "There they are! " one man yells noticing their mistake on quietness. Soon April yanks Jackie faster in a dash through the open street and traffic. Both dodging cars as they ran. Jackie's eyes still looking behind him seening the men dead on thier trail.

"APRIL! THOSE GUYS ARE STILL ON OUR TAIL!" He yells as the soon run-down a wrong turn and into an empty alley way. April gives a loud yell  she was knocked to the ground by a man who was right on them holding her in place while now Jackie was backed up into a wall. One of the men holding a Dagger began to walk closer to them as he dragged the Dagger against the brick wall. "We know you have it. Your good as dead unless you give it to us.." He stated moving inches and inches closer. Jackie backing up more, now in a panicked state, April yelling at one guy trying to kick him off of her as he watches the man inch closer to Jackie. "Your not helping yourself.. just give us the mutagen and you won't die." He gives his final warning only to cause Jackie to grip the bag tighter as he watching the man get ready to strike. Soon yelling could be heard from behind as the man turned around being greeted with a sudden kick to the jaw knocking him to the ground.  Jackie standing up to run over to April who was now free from the other mans grasp as she looked around.

"Woah Dudes, you two are always in trouble! Could have called us before getting into this mess!" A familiar voice rang out from the dark as Jackie looked around to find the sound slightly backing up. Soon he felt a rough but smooth surface press against his back making him jump and turn around. "Woah woah! Hey, I ain't gonna hurt you Jackie! You okay?" Another voice rang out stepping out of the shadows. A tall purple clad turtle rubbing his neck as he spoke. "Uhhh hehe.. sorry to have a reunion at such an awkward time.."

he spoke as Jackie eyes widened only running into the others smooth Plastron hugging it tight as he panted. "D-Donnie! Oh my shit!.." He says only causing the tall terrapin to smile a little hugging him back. "Its good to see you too Jackson.. " He states with a soft gaze looking up at April as she only smiled shaking her head. "I see you've been taking good care of him while we were in hiding." He said releasing Jackie as he tapped on his watch for a second. "Of course, gotta keep the guy safe ya know." She laughed as she watched Jackie rubbed his neck with a light embarrased look on his face. "Hey! Your gonna forget about me?!" The orange turtle popped out running over besides Donatello.

"Mikey! Oh my god!" Jackie ran over hugging him which prompted him to lift the smaller male up into the hug. "God it's been ages! You haven't changed a bit!" He laughed as Mikey laughed soon setting him down.

"Hey, I'd hate to burst out happy moment but it isn't safe here. We should head to the lair. No one is around so we are safe for now." Donnie interjected as he opened the sewage lid as he hoped down waiting for the others to join. Mikey followed suit as they all started to wander the murky sewage pipes.

"So, is someone gonna explain why you two where in a foot lair?" Donnie breaks the silence with his straightforwardness. "It was all my idea, I thought we could help out with your investigation." April immediately said not to put blame on Jackie. She gazes over st him with a "we are going to be fine" look. "Well, I'm glad you two are safe, but you guys could have been killed, you don't have to risk yourselves for our sake." Donnie turned to look over the two watching Jackie's eyes gaze down causing him to give a reassuring smile. "What matters is your safe, and your okay." He restated now tapping on a wall panel opening up a passage towards a graffiti covered wall. Mikey pulls out his skateboard zooming down the pipe as he hooked and hollered like his usual child like self. "Well we did find some evidence that could be of help. And by we I mean Jackie." April bragged a bit nudging Jackie as she looked at him.

Finally they made it back to the lair. It hasn't changed even though its been a few years. Sure there where some new things but most stuff was left untouched.  Donnie directing them towards a table where Jackie sets down his bag looking over at Donnie as he began to empty his bag. "So what did you find?" He asked while watching the human unpack his bag soon stopping with a wide expression seeing the canister. "Anti-Mutagen? How did they-" "They ate trying to send kraang tech to revive shredder. He's not dead but, unconscious." Jackie interjected as he hands it over towards Donnie who now was examining it. "This is bad. Luckily you got a canister so they can't use it. It may only be one but it's till a good grab." He nodded as he began to type away on his computer. April fiddling her hands over the back of a chair as she watches him. "Don, is it just you and Mikey here or?" "Raph is still out on a patrol and Leo is in Tokyo training, he's been gone for those years." Jackie's heart sank a little. It started to make sense why they hadn't stayed in contact. They all had thier own things they had been doing. It was crazy. Donnie looked over seeing Jackie's uneasiness. "Im sorry I never called, I should have made sure you-" He said soon stopping as he saw Jackie look up at him. "I-its okay, I understand, I'm just glad to see you guys again. Well.. you two heh. And you look nice Donnie, Definitely more mature. And smart as always" Jackie reassured him with his genuine smile making the purple clad turtle light blush. " Ahem, o-oh well, thank you. Anyways, You guys can stay here for as long as you need. It would be safer since we don't know when the foot could come after you two again. " He stated looking away from.his computer re-adjusting his glasses as he spoke soon going back to his work. April taking her leave to an empty area off to the side now fixated on her phone.

Jackie looks around for a moment, the lair, it was one of his favorite places. He missed it so much, he could never bring himself to come and visit during those years. He felt like he had alot on his mind and didn't want to burden anyone. Now with Leo gone and Raph not home, he could actually try to think. Mostly since secretly he did like those two more than the others. His hands fiddle over the couch as memories flood his mind of all the times they would have game night and how damn competitive mikeybwas at Mario Kart. He laughs to himself soon sitting down on the couch watching as Mikey was running about and bother Donnie whenever he could. He felt whole again. This felt like home to him. Jackie snuggled into his hoodie leaning into the couch as he yawned starting to fall asleep. He was at piece and he felt much better being in a place he felt he belonged

Finally got Chapter 2 done! Sorry for alot of the action lol, next few chapters will be mostly for each turtle so yeah! Thanks for reading guys!

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[shooting-starry]

Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.

Atsumu Miya x female reader

Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.

A/n: I had zero motivation to day to write this but please enjoy!? As always, please don’t repost! To support me please like or reblog. Also!! Send me a request if you want to be added to the tags list for this series!

Y/n= your name

L/n= Your last name

Y/h/c= your hair colour

Y/e/c= your eye colour

Warning: extremely unedited, mentioned blood, mentioned fire, burning, medical stuff, needles

Previous//Next

Atsumu woke up with the warm  morning sun spilling through the window, and the fresh morning air cascaded through the open window. There was no pain in his body and his head was light. His head was lying on a soft, plush pillow and the silk sheets were smooth against his skin. Everything was fine.

Well almost fine. The only problem was that he didn’t own any silk sheets. He had scratchy cotton ones. In alarm, Atsumu sat up straight and looked around the somewhat familiar room. He was is a room with lightly coloured walls and a few plants which hung from the ceiling. Beside the door was a body length mirror with two coat hooks beside it. Next to where he sat was a beige bedside table with two drawers and a single daisy in a small glass jar and 2 doors which he guessed led to the closet. Directly across from him was a  desk with a small stack of books, a spiral bounded notebook, and a few pens, along with a girl, L/n. She had her nose in a book. Her eyes following the line she was reading. Her face was relaxed, but scrunched in displeasure, or maybe anticipation, at the book in front of her. Her nimble fingers flipped the page. As she kept reading, her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth fell open in surprise, or maybe hatred or shock,  at the new page. That was a beautiful expression that she wore.

Astumu didn’t want to admit it, but she was beautiful. Her face was doll-like, giving her the illusion of youth, but her eyes showed much more maturation and pain, but held kindness and love. Her lips looked soft and sweet, and were especially beautiful when she pulled her mouth into a wide smile. Her hair looked elegant however it fell around her face, or maybe she would look more breathtaking with her hair up. It beautifully framed her face, and made her y/e/c eyes stand out. L/n’s voice was also beautiful. It was melodic and sweet, but could also held the intensity of a thousand dagger. Her laugh would sound nice too. Maybe it would be a light chuckle. Or maybe a breathy laugh where she would crinkle her nose. Or if her laugh was a belly laugh full of life and happiness. That would be lovely. Astumu watched as her face contorted to many different emotions, surprise, hate, confusion. But it made him sad that her face was almost always neutral. Emotionless.

Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the man with dark hair and metallic blue eyes. He was very tall and was decently built. His eyes scanned the room taking inventory of the situation. L/n looked up from her book and gave him a discreet nod.

“Hello L/n-san. Anything new?” He asked. His voice was smooth and empty. His eyes, and L/n’s shifted to Atsumu. He felt like a monkey in a zoo enclosure, with everyone watching him as he flung his feces at the wall. He watched as L/n and the dark haired man had a conversation though eye contact, head movements and face expressions. The “conversation” mainly consistent of L/n rolling her eyes and the man angrily raising his eyebrows.

“Well do you have a plan for that ?” L/n said finally, breaking the silence, but adding to the tension within the small room. At least Astumu knew that the mystery man’s wasn’t a potential danger.

“Well Y/n we need to take care of Miya-san first. For all we know you would have brought a wanted criminal into our house! How do you think the rest of us will react?” The man yell at her. L/n kept her face straight. No sign of any emotions covered her face and her eyes became more intense, almost like a tiger ready to kill.

“I am going to say it once. This is my house. I will decide when things happen and how things will happen. I decided to help someone who was dying on the street, and you don't get to judge my kindness. Not after what happened at the train station!" she stated with a calm icy tone, book long forgotten on the desk. The room was noticeably colder and Atsumu was feeling unsure of what was happening. The tall man stood, face unmoved, but behind his eyes showed something more. Something about the train station bugged him. He didn't speak or move, but his compliance was displayed through his eyes. He walked out wordlessly and shut the door behind him. Astumu was still in shock. Not sure if it was the situation in general, or maybe it was the amount of power L/n held.

“So how are you feeling, Miya-san?” She asked, breaking Atsumu from his thoughts. Her voice back to the sweet voice he remembered from the day before.

“Am fine, what just happened?” Her inquired curiously, hoping to get an answer. The mysterious man gave Atsumu many question, and not a single answer.

“Well Miya-san, I think you are forgetting our deal. You said you would tell me everything, and so far you haven’t. So if you could please tell me, then go ahead.” She replied in a teasing manner. Astumu tensed at her light hearted tone. The stark contrast between her light-hearted tone now and the cold tone from just minutes ago made his skin crawl. The eagerness was written on her face as she sat cross legged in the chair across from him.

“Well it’s complicated. Ya see, we were gonna ambush a rival yakuza. But they saw us comin’ and fought us back. A got hit a few times, then someone lit the building on fire. I ran out, then I ended up here.” He said, recalling the events of that night. He remembered the scent of blood, both his and the people around him, and the gasoline, and the horrid screams of people in the fire as their bodies burned. He was lucky that he got out. He wondered about his closest acquaintances, Kita, Suna, and Aran. But also his twin brother, Osumu. Damn how could this happen? If anything happened to them, then it would be his fault. All because of his recklessness. Snapping  out of his thoughts, he looked at L/n who was in deep thought. Her forehead was crinkled and her eyes seemed to be seeing right through him.

After what could have been only five minutes, she got up quietly and walked towards the closet. Inside the closet was an artillery of medical supplies. Multiple boxes of gloves and masks, along with a small fridge that held many small bottles of drugs. There were also a crash cart with everything that could be sues in an emergency, a defibrillator, a breathing bag, a tracheotomy kit and tubes. There were also about 3 oxygen tanks with small carts. She rummaged around in the closet until she got out some bandages and a small suture kit with a pair of needle drivers and toothed forceps along with a few other tools Atsumu could not recognize. Then L/n grab a small vile of drug and a needle from another part of the closet. She walk towards Atsumu, tools in hand as he watched curiously. As she go to the bed side table, she injected the needle into the vile which Astumu could now read as “morphine” and carefully pulled back the piston until there was maybe 5 milligrams of morphine. She grabbed his left arm and injected it into his bicep. Then she grabbed his left leg and removed the bandages from his leg. At first, he was questioning his lack of pants, before he remembered the “incident”. As your hands nimbly unwrap the bandage, the stench from his leg escaped into the room, causing him to plug him nose, but L/n seemed unaffected as she unwrapped the bandages. Once the bandages were removed she walked to the small garbage can beside the foot of the bed, which he did not notice, which was already half full of bloody bandages and the sweatpants from earlier. L/n carefully inspected the neatly done stitches, making sure there was no sign of the wound reopening. Once she was sure there was no sign of reopening or infection, she rewrapped the leg in new clean bandages.

“Thank you for the information Miya-san, you will need to rest so your wounds don’t reopen or become worse. I will be back in a few hours so please don’t move and if you need anything please just scream.” She said curly before turning around and leaving before he could reply. Atsumu felt very confused, but he also felt drowsiness. “Maybe from the morphine” he thought before drifting off to sleep.

Sometime later, he woke up to hearing voices down the stairs. There were 3 male voices and L/n’s. They were murmuring urgently.

“L/n-san, we can’t let him stay here. It’s too dangerous. If they find us we will be killed. You know that.” Said the first voice, which sounded like the mystery man from earlier in the day.

“No Akaashi-san, it will be fine.” Replied another deeper voice. “I don’t see why not besides we could take care of anything that happens.”

“Why are you being kind to that lowly yakuza. It doesn’t fit your character.” Replied the first voice, which Atsumu now knew belonged to the mystery man, Akaashi.

“I am always this kind. Besides Akaashi, you are just overthinking it too much.” Said the deep voice again.

“Yeah ‘Kaashi, I agree with them” said another , “Even if they figure out that we were responsible for those incidents, they have no proof”.

“Exactly Akaashi-san,” you agreed, “And if he does anything, then I will take care of him”.

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[thegracelessfaceless]

The Quest For Larry Johnson

Pt II: Something Familiar and a New Experience

Tw: fight, I guess, but like nothing major... tw for the guys, accidental nut kick

We decided to wait until the next day to seek out Larry. He lived in a little house off Salvation Road, and had a little sign advertising his business that matched the ad in the directory out front in the small yard. However, the snow was piled so high up on the sides of the road from the plows that only a thin strip of the top was visible. We parked on the side of the street, and Sal pulled his hood up before opening the door. We followed a narrow path onto the porch and I knocked on the door. Sal kind of loomed behind me nervously, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets.

Heavy footsteps to the door, and then it opened. Larry stood in the doorway, looking exactly as my last memory of him. Tall, long dark brown hair, eye bags under his eye bags. Mole on the right cheekbone. He wore jeans and a faded Misfits shirt, the sleeves were tight around biceps covered in white thermal sleeves. Larry was still staying in shape.

"Um, hi, we were out and just wanted to drop by to check on some prices for some repairs. We just moved in" I said brightly.

Larry blinked a couple of times, most likely having just woke up. Then he moved aside, "Ah, yeah, come on in."

He walked ahead of us, and I followed, leaving Sal to close the door. Larry led me into the living room and to a couch, where he picked up a weed tray from the coffee table. He left to stow it away, spraying woody smelling air freshener in his wake. He turned up the lights as he passed.

The living room was neat, minimally furnished with only one couch, coffee table, and TV cabinet. The TV was playing music videos on mute. A bass guitar was propped against the wall and plugged into an amp, which was humming quietly.

"Do you guys want anything to-" Larry stopped in the doorway. He was looking at Sal, who had taken both his hood down, and his prosthetic off. "What the fuck kind of sick joke is this?" Larry's face had transitioned from shock and confusion to outright anger.

Sal sighed. We'd anticipated this.

"It's no joke, Larry" Sal said calmly, approaching Larry cautiously. "It's me, man. It's me, Sal."

Larry narrowed his eyes, a hateful expression coming over his face. "No. Sal is dead. He died in a car crash when he was twenty. You" he pushed Sal, "are some kind of sick freak. Stealing a dead man's identity. You know, I watch Dateline sometimes and -"

"Larry!" Sal exclaimed, pushing back. I stepped back, gave them room. "It's me! I swear it! You introduced me to metal, Sanity's Fall, Singularity. My prosthetic broke your nose once when we were headbanging to it. We went to see The Matrix four times!"

As Sally listed off facts about their friendship, Larry's expression was growing darker and darker, one could even say, scary.

"Stop it" Larry said, quietly.

Sal didn't. Larry repeated himself, louder this time.

"Maple was your first kiss. You guys dated for a year before she dumped you and got with Chug two weeks later. Todd was your second friend, Travis was your first, then Ash."

"STOP IT!!" Larry roared, and the next thing I knew, he was tackling Sal around the waist, and taking him to the floor.

I moved back a little more as I watched the two roll around, wrestling, grappling, punching and using elbows and knees. They harshly exchanged obscenities and insults the whole time.

"Ahhh fuck!" Sal yelled from under Larry. Larry's knee had connected with Sal's groin. Sal tried to curl in around it, his hands trying to cover, but Larry was in the way. "Get the fuck off me, Larry! Ugghhh!" Sal groaned.

Larry scrambled to get up, and Sal's hands flew to hold his groin as he rolled onto his side in fetal postion. I rushed to kneel beside him and sat so I could pull Sal's head into my lap, my other hand rubbing circles automatically on his lower back. This had happened before, almost exactly, a different subject but same fight.

I watched as Larry realized it, his eyes fixing on Sal with a shocked expression on his face, his mouth opening in a little "o" of surprise, his eyes wide as he processed that his dead best friend was laying in the floor of his living room, with his head in the lap of an unknown, pretty girl, breathing harsh and loud.

"Shit, Sal" Larry said, his voice returning to normal after a shaky breath, sounding like his nose was stuffy with a slight lisp, "Are you okay? I mean" he sighed, "obviously you're not okay okay... I'm sorry about your grundle, man." He smiled weakly with his hands spread.

"Oh" Sal gritted out as he rolled onto his back, head still in my lap "Now you believe me."

To be fair, whenever Sal gets hit in the groin, he makes very distinctive sounds. First, he gets loud, exclaiming in pain. Then he gets quiet as he rolls around, trying to breathe past gritted teeth. After a few minutes of that, Sal finally gets up, but he moves gingerly for a while.

"No one could fake that" Larry said. I tended to agree. I'd gotten him last year, just a literal knee-jerk reaction to being scared during a ghost hunt.

Sal sat up and Larry came over and pulled him up by one hand. I got up and Larry gestured to the couch. Sal and I sat. I laid our coats over the arm of the couch, and Larry went into the kitchen and brought back a chair. He sat it on the other side of the coffee table, facing us. He was in interrogation mode.

"Alright. Tell me everything." Larry said, leaning forward to lean on his knees.

Sal barked a dry laugh, "Where do I even start?"

"Do you remember when I got accepted at the community college?" Sal asked after some thought.

Larry blinked, "Yeah. You got in a wreck right after. I saw you in the morgue, Sal" Larry said with conviction. "You were dead. I told you steet racing was fucking dangerous, but you wouldn't listen." Then he looked at me, as if really seeing me for the first time, "Who's this?"

I exchanged a look with Sal and he answered, "This is Grace, my wife. I guess we'll start where I said. I got accepted to Nockfell Community College."

Several hours, two bowls, and some munchies later...

Sal had explained everything up to this date. Everything. Larry's dad, Jim Johnson, being from a different dimension. And how he integrated to life here on Earth. The darkness consuming Jim's planet, his nephews. Evelyn's tapes... Sal told Larry about meeting me, about that awful night where Larry killed himself, then helped Sal do unspeakable things at the apartments in spirit form. Prison. The cult secrets Travis sent Ash. The extensive research we'd done. He told Larry about both of us on Sal's execution day, Sal's survival and my demise. Searching through realities in astral form.

"And then I found Gracie again here" Sal said, taking a drag off the blunt I'd rolled and handing it to Larry. "I've been here going on four years now. But I've been searching for signs that you didn't meet the same fate here. I guess my dying kinda stalled the DOG's plans, huh?"

"Anyway" I cut in, "What's been going on with you? How is everyone?"

Larry looked a little forlorn, "Dunno. Everyone kinda went their own ways after Sal died." He chewed his lip in thought, "You remember Lindsey?"

Lindsey had been Sal's only other girlfriend. Ash hooked them up during junior year. She had been one of those obsessive, jealous, and obsessively jealous girlfriends. Luckily, her family had moved away just before senior year started, much to Sal's relief. He hadn't known how to handle Lindsey's... intensity, and pretty much had just tried to keep her happy.

Sal went still, but said nothing, his silence saying that he, indeed, did remember Lindsey.

"I thought she moved away" I said and Larry nodded.

"She did, but she came back. Asked about you immediately."

Sal's posture was stiff, "What did you tell her?"

Larry shook his head, "It was, like a year after the crash. I couldn't even tell myself you were gone yet, much less anyone else." He looked up with doleful eyes "I just said you were gone. I didn't exactly expect you to show up. And I thought it was better for Lindsey if she never knew." His expression became a little dismayed, "Sorry man."

Sal swore, "Where is she now?"

"That's the thing" Larry said, rubbing his neck, "When I told Lindsey you weren't here anymore, she was pretty sad. Almost as sad as me. But I'm pretty sure she thinks you just moved away. The gang kinda just drifted apart. Henry avoids the subject of you like the plague even now. And him and mom moved to the country last year. There's no one here to correct her. "

Sal was looking a little pale, and it got worse as Larry spoke. I grabbed his hand and held it.

"We got together last year. She moved in a few months ago." Larry finished quickly, like ripping off a bandaid after you can't peel it anymore.

Sal couldn't get any more pale, and he pulled his hand away to put his face in his hands, scrubbing at the skin with his palms.

Then a sound at the door. Keys jingling and then sliding into a lock.

Sal slowly looked up from his hands to the door. The knob turned and the door began to open. Sal shot up, grabbing my hand and pulling me with him. To do what, I wasn't sure. He was unfamiliar with the layout of Larry's abode. The only door he knew that led to outside would also bring him face to face with whoever was coming in.

I stood next to him and squeezed his hand to let him know I was there.

"Hey Larry, there's a car parked out fron- Oh, hello."

A woman, a little taller than me, maybe an inch, had come into the living room. She had brown hair, large gray eyes, and curves upon curves upon curves. Kind of goth. Scene? I arrived at emo and left it at that after reading her Sunny Day Reel Estate shirt.

"Sal?" Lindsey, I assumed, came more into the room, "Is that you?"

Sal's hand squeezed around mine tighter and I felt a sinking feeling as I processed the look in her eyes. It told me that shit was hitting the fan. It was curious, but also offended. She had noticed me and was looking at him like "who the hell is this?!" I straightened my spine, refusing to let this woman intimidate me.

"Hey Lindsey" Sal said, pulling me a little closer, "Yeah, it's been a while. Larry told me you two were together. Congrats." Lindsey's eyes flicked to me. "This is my wife, Grace."

I saw one of Lindsey's eyes twitch behind her perfect smokey-eye makeup.

Yep. The shit has definitely hit the fan. Goddess save me from jealous ex-girlfriends.

#sally face #sal fisher #sally fisher #salfisher #sal fisher self ship #sally face x gracie face #larry johnson #tw accidental nut kick #sally face larry

[atsunflower]

Hospital for souls — Silent rebellion

Rated: SFW

Author notes: Man, this chapter was a pain. There isn't much to say about this one. Thanks for everyone who left a comment in the last chapter, y'all are absolutely endearing.

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, cursing and very pissed off people.

III — Silent Rebellion

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Screams and pleas filled his sleep. His mind was frantic, but his body felt like it was cemented on the surface he laid.

Memories were vivid in the back of his mind, though he couldn't see anything with closed eyelids.

He remembers the glint of metal and he remembers the metal in the blood stench.

Am I dead? — and his body jolted awake.

The discomfort Sakusa felt wasn't caused by the way he slept in the couch and he wasn't disgusted by the sweat layering his skin.

He felt disgusted by the memory of crimson painting his hands.

Recalling the vivid image, his legs led him to the kitchen in auto pilot mode. Reaching for the sink, hands grabbed the soap, rubbing it as if his life depended on it. His eyes wandered around the place, taking in the cleaniness of it.

She had a good taste, he would give her that.

"Shit, Komori" In long strides he went for the bedroom the Kobun was. Resting his body against the doorframe, he took on the scene before him.

In the bed, the brown-haired male slept in a peaceful state, as if his life wasn't on the line a couple of hours ago.

Through the chapped lips, air exhaled in a steady pace; the sight itself allowing Sakusa to breath properly for the first time within the last hours.

"Sakusa-san?" Your whisper ringed on his ears. You came from your personal bathroom, holding a bunch of clothes and bandages.

Staring at your figure, he saw how tired you looked. He couldn't ignore the bruises and scrapes littering your hands and face either."Komori-san had a tranquil night. But I still think he should go to a hospital, just in case" He noded, stare hardening while you spoke.

"How are you?" The tall male asked in a mere courtesy, you were still unsure wether he cared or not about your well-being.

"Fine" You spat drily before making your way to the sleeping man. "Gotta wake him up to see how the wound is" the whisper left your lips in a rushed manner.

Sakusa observed as you crouched down to the bed's level, setting the materials you brought on the nightstanding. Placing a hand on Komori's right shoulder, you shook him gently, only to startle him awake.

"[Name]?" The man frowned, holding the hand you had on his shoulder on an vice grip. "What the hell? Where the fuck is Kiyoomi?" Hatred dripping out of his grey irises, you shivered under the weight of his stare.

"I'm right here, Komori" Your husband said pulling off of the doorframe. A sigh of relief left the kobun's lips while both males exchanged knowing looks.

You cleared your throat, shaking the wrist Komori was still grasping.

"Can I see your wound so you guys can discuss whatever?" You didn't mean to snap, but hell, were you tired. At least, the brown haired man had the decency to look sheepish at his outburst. "Other than pain, are you feeling anything?"

"It just hurts like hell" Komori replied eyeing you. He took in your appearence, noticing how bruises litered your face, how a greyish tone colored your eyelids and how chapped your lips were. There was a weight in your features that made you look even more tired than you were supposed to be.

"Do you think you can bend the ring and pinky fingers?" He hissed but did as was told. You undid the bandages, seeing the stitches were perfect. You hummed in satisfaction, changing the dressings and readjusting the splint. "You need to see a doctor, I can't say if there is a nervous damages in your arm." He nodded, eyes locking to your handiwork while you checked his vitals.

"What happened to my arm?" His voice was rushed, reacalling the memory of being stabbed.

"[Name] said the knife hit an artery. You didn't want to go to a hospital so she saved your ass." You didn't bother to listen their dialogue, leaving the room as fast as possible.

Coming from them, the word 'save' held no meaning to you.

"We gotta contact Fukuroudani and check if they found something." Sakusa said pinching the bridge of his nose "What the fuck is Johzenji supposed to mean?"

"I don't have idea. Do you think Inarizaki is involved?" Komori asked, doubting the Miya were related to the recent events.

Something about the fight was off and the Itachiyama oyabun couldn't pinpoint what it was.

"I guess they're not. But we can't let our guard down either" The ravenette huffed trying to ignore the weight on his chest.

"Well, guess she has a list of reasons to want us dead. And still, [Name] helped us last night" He shrugged, sitting on the bed. He looked around the place, not reconigzing it. "Where we are?"

He knew you weren't related to the incident, but a part of him refused to trust you.

Inarizaki isn't one to be trusted, after all.

"It's [Name]'s place"

"Suits her" The Kobun hummed "Well, guess we have to make some calls"

"Komori" Sakusa voiced, using a stern tone "We need to talk."

"Not a fucking chance" Was all the brunette said, ignoring his Oyabun as he reached for his phone, dialling Konoha's number.

Your body jolted up when you felt people in your surroundings.

"Oh, [Name]-san. You're awake" You heard Komori saying while you observed they making themselves comfortable in the armchairs of your livingroom. You grimaced at his nice attitude.

"You aren't supposed to be out of the bed." You frowned watching three paper bags seating in you coffee table, the rich scent of cinnamon and coffee filling your nostrils.

"Don't worry. It takes much more to knock me out, I'm fine" The hazel haired man said as he handed you one of the bags with his damaged arm as if to prove his point. He was supposed to be in big pain and yet, his face showed no sign of discomfort.

He should be used to it, you supposed.

You opened the bag, eyeing its contents. You realized it was from the café across the street; the wave of nostalgia hitting you again as you took both paper cup and caramel muffin in your hands.

You took a bite of the baked good, feeling the taste of cake and caramel melting in your tongue. You smiled at it, recalling the rushed mornings when you would go to the eatery, in your way to work.

"Is the muffin that good?" Komori asked as a glint of amusement crossed his eyes.

"I just missed this place really bad." A pleased face took over your features, almost making you forget the current situation you were in.

Again, why you had to go through this?

"[Name]" The ravenette's voice blared in your ears "Hurry. We have important business today" All of sudden, the food tasted stale in your mouth.

Both men were waiting for you on the entrance hall, observing how you quickly you tidied the place.

"Shouldn't we clean before we leave?" Komori asked Sakusa.

You rolled your eyes and stood to grab your belongings. From the kitchen drawers, you took a plastic bag to dispose the thrash.

"The lady upstairs takes care of the place for me" Oh, you heard it. "It's not like anyone is coming back here anytime soon, too." You three took the elevator, going to the sidewalk where the car was parked.

"What's up for today, then?" The Kobun asked as you three entered the vehicle while Sakusa occupied the driver's seat.

"We have a meeting with Fukuroudani and Inarizaki" Your husband said eyeing you through the rearview. You ignored them as they chatted. "Looks like they have info regarding Johzenji"

"Are we going there?"

"No, they're already on Itachiyama, waiting for us" The ravenette answered as he drove smoothly through Tokyo streets.

You were doing your best to forget the memories of the night prior, but you realized you have never experienced such stress. Your lungs gave in a shaky breath as your mind felt like on the verge of breaking down.

"So it's really like they aren't involved... you know" The silence was thick as you recalled their accusations.

A couple of minutes later, you realized the ride didn't last much as you spotted Itachiyama lands, the mansion being seen by distance with the pristine white of its walls. Across the gates, the clean pavement and stunning garden welcomed you while you spotted the expensive cars parked by the house entrance.

"Meeting room, now. You included, [Name]" And here he was, his timbre giving the fact that Itachiyama's Oyabun wasn't someone to be defied.

The air inside the house was crispy cold. Your body hurted everywhere and the unsettling feeling in your stomach wasn't going away anytime soon. You didn't want to have anything to do with this reunion, and you were restless about the idea of facing both Osamu and Atsumu after this whole month.

You despised them for making you go through this.

You were never been into the meeting room before. And the image before your eyes wasn't like anything you have imagined.

It wasn't like the regular conference rooms, with a large table with a good amount of seats and all. No, the place screamed traditional: pristine dark floorboards, paper pannels covering the walls and a large chabudai table on the floor, with ten pillowy seats partially occupied by the guests.

The room smelled like burning incense and sake, the scent making you calm in a weird way.

Sakusa indicated your seat as you three made your way to the table. The five men slighty bowed their heads, greeting you.

Your husband grabbed a jar of sake out of nowhere, serving the porcelain hakushika before you first and the proceeding to fill his, Komori's and the other guests cups after.

"Kanpai" they said before downing the alchool down. You mimicked their actions, feeling the liquid burning your throat. You winced at the sensation as Suna sent you an amused look — it took all of your might to not show him your middle finger.

"Heard y'all had a shitty night, huh" Atsumu said on his provocative manner as Osamu eyed him warily. Your husband sitting by your right seemed unfazed by it while Konoha clicked his tongue.

What a way to make disaffections, you thought.

"If you don't have anything useful to say, Miya, shut it." Komori warned the blond man without traces of simpathy " Shall we start?"

At this, the four other men eyed you with caution. Weren't you supposed to be here?

"[Name] was there and she could reconize the woman. It's her business too, since she was attacked first" Was Sakusa's response to their implied question.

"Were they aiming for her?" The ravenette you never saw before asked.

"I don't think they were necessarily targetting [Name], Akashi." You frowned at Komori's reply. Something didn't click, you thought as you opened your mouth:

"Did they attack Inarizaki?" A proud feeling took over your chest as you realized your voice sounded steady.

Suna frowned and looked at Osamu. The latter nodded at the brunette.

"Not directly. They tried to interfere on some of our business and kinda stalked one of Tsumu's... acquaintances. Yeah, that's all" it was Suna's answered not getting your point.

"How many people know the circumstances of our marriage?" You asked directly at Sakusa, seing him frown.

"Just the involved parts. What are you implying?"

"I... I think they are trying to use me to create a strain between Itachiyama and Inarizaki" Your voice wavered at it. Atsumu obnoxiously laughed at what you said as if it was some kind of joke.

"How cute, [Name]" the blond twin giggled as the atmosphere got heavier and heavier "Tho our relationship 's already strained. Ya ain't that special" He wipped an invisible tear to add to his annoying act.

"Actually..." The man Akaashi butted in, his face contorting in a pensive manner "I think she is right."

"Yeah, it's not like they know how the alliance between your houses was estabelished. Think, they tried to incriminate her and last night she was the first one to be attacked" Konoha added to the discussion. You looked at him with surprise "Don't be so surprised, we should know the reason why you went there last night."

"Okay. So the fact is they're after [Name]-san, trying to destabilize both Itachiyama and Inarizaki. Why?" Akaashi inquired, rolling the white hakushika between his slender fingers. The cup glinted in the dim light, reflecting in the gunmetal gray of his irises.

"Well, lucky us, we went ta Niiyama today." Atsumu chimmed in and you didn't have idea of what he was talking about.

"Nee-san doesn't know very much tho" Osamu added to his twin's speech "Looks like these Johzenji guys are a bloomin' gang"

"If they're a gang, what are they up to, then? It's kind dumb to mess with the families when you're this insignificant" Konoha asked seeming trully dumbfolded.

"They're trying, at least, show some bravery" Suna retorted, fidgeting with his cellphone. Straightening his back, a glint of unnecessary pride crossed his eyes as his lips twisted in a provocative curve "Inarizaki and Itachiyama are the most important households. If Johzenji manage to cause ruckus, it can gain some sense of respect between another gangs"

"Still, it doesn't make much sense" Akaashi said as he fished an manila folder on his suit. Suna shrugged at it, coming back to his usual aloof demeanor. "Well, looks like it's you problem. Fukuroudani will cooperate if needed, but it's not like we can be of much help right now" The male handed the envelope to Komori, before standing on his feet. "This is all the information we gathered from the guy we captured yesterday. It's not much, so we will send him to you by nighttime." He completed his statement with a solemn glare, out of respect.

"We have to go now. Thank you so much for having us here, Sakusa-san" Konoha said as he and Akaashi bowed their heads at Sakusa "Let us know if you need anything" The ash-blond haired man bid his farewells as Komori walked them to the doors. The air got thicker with the five of you stared at each other; Suna mouthed something at you, but you couldn't catch what. Atsumu looked at you two with a mischievous smile but opted to keep quiet instead.

The Itachiyama Kobun returned, sitting back on his previous position.

"You okay, Komori-san?" Osamu asked as a mere courtesy, trying to break the still atmosphere.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just a cut that [Name]-san managed to patch up" The hazel haired Kobun replied in a polite tone while the infamous Inarizaki duo arched their brows to the honorific he used to reffer at you.

"Glad ta know she is not useless ta y'all" Atsumu provoked as he got up from his seat. He held back the urge to strech as his fellow companions did the same "It's time we go, too. Since they afta' Ina too, let us know if they try somethin'." Looked like the blond really meant it.

"We will see you off, then" Sakusa spoke for the first time in a while as you all stood from the low sitting position.

You husband and his Kobun went first, opening the doors and guiding you trought the corridors. Suna walked by your side, when he ruffled your hair for no special reason.

"Make sure to rest, you look like shit" He snickered but you were too tired to argue "I have something for you. Here, take it." the tall male handed you a beige envelope with a cute sticker of a Kitsune sealing it.

You took it with grattitude while he smiled softly at you. You mouthed a quiet 'thank you' at him as the brunette ruffled your hair again.

"Well, thanks I guess" Atsumu bid a half-assed farewell as he got out of the mansion. Suna and the other Miya twin followed him suit, not without bowing their hads at Sakusa showing some courtesy. You swore the gray irises of Osamu lingered a little longer in your figure; you choose to ignore the churning sensation in your stomach as you tried to decipher his intense stare.

"What is it?" Your husband inquired, glaring at the envelope in your hands with suspicion; you opened it and froze when you looked at its contents. With the lack of response he snatched it from you in a rough manner, crumpling the paper.

"Hey, you don't need to be rude!"

"You don't get to tell me what to do" He bluntly said as he inspectioned the envelope "It's not like I have any reason to trust you, Miya runt."

Within you, something snapped. You were sure you'd regret it later, but for now, you would blame the stress you were upon.

"Very much to respect your women" Your voice dripped venom as you recalled what he told you in the first day you met "You know, it's not like I wanted to be here, anyways"

"[Name]" Komori warned but you choose to ignore him.

"I hate this fucking yakuza thing. I despise you as much as I despise the Miya" You told as you looked at him dead in the eyes.

"Oh, fancy words coming from a Miya yourself." The ravenette said, keeping his cool.

"I'm not a fucking Miya!" You sneered, althought you wanted to scream "I'm not at fault that good for nothing of their father got my mother pregnant. Bad news to you: you fucking married a bastard"

"I can tell I did" His brow arched. His silence was unsettling but you didn't want to back out at this point.

"Well, I did too. Tough I regret the day I was forced to get involved with a criminal bastard like you." It was too fast. In a second, his tall frame was towering over yours.

You froze under his hard stare, sure he could end your existence anytime he wanted.

"Get the fuck out of my sight" The deep baritone of his timber killed any courage you garthered.

Yakuza would take away any dignity you had.

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[primroseprime2019]

Ch.6

On the Nebulae of Sagittarius, a light red and orange planet slowly spun near Nebula's Veil. This planet was called Vathiri. The Transcendants were very skilled with their magic and were excellent scientists.

Most of them often wore lab coats out on the streets just for the heck of it. Other times, it was serious business.

In the middle of the town square, there was a fairly large apartment building. A fifteen year old boy was watching some kids play around. He had light peachy skin, deep grey eyes and light brown hair with dark brown strands. He wore a grey and black shirt and deep blue jeans, along with orange and white shoes.

"Hehe, come on Shiloh!" One of the kids- a girl- laughed, "it's no fun if you're not in the game with us!"

"Michelle, the last time you, Roger and Frank got me involved in a game, I almost fell into a mud pit," Shiloh said, glaring at the snickering Roger and Frank. The door creaked open and a young 10 year old nonbinary walked over to Shiloh and sat down beside him.

They had pale white skin, dark black hair and pale blue eyes. They wore a green and white long-sleeved shirt and grey leggings. They didn't have any shoes, only socks.

"Hello Jamie," Shiloh said, chuckling softly. Jamie was the only one who came to visit him and his mentor. While they weren't much of a talker, they knew sign language and did their best to teach Shiloh when he wasn't busy.

'Owen is looking for you,' Jamie signed. Shiloh's smile immediately fell and he let out an irritated sigh. He got to his feet, bent down and picked Jamie up into his arms.

He looked at Michelle, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." "No promises," Frank said and Roger rolled his eyes. Shiloh fought the urge to literally snatch Frank by the ear and drag him to his room as he took Jamie inside and walked down the hallway.

The wallpaper was a little bit torn and the floorboards creaked every so often. The apartment building wasn't much but it was home. 'Guess another thing to add to the list of grievances,' Shiloh thought bitterly as he walked to a door that had the numbers 725. It was his and Owen's apartment.

He pushed the door open with his foot and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. "Owen!" He called out as he set Jamie down.

"In the kitchen, Shiloh!" Owen called back. "I thought we agreed not to do our experiments in the kitchen," Shiloh almost growled as he stomped over and stopped in the doorway.

"Oh come on, I haven't even done anything yet," Owen said with a small pout, "do you really trust me so little?"

"Remember that project you made last year? The one that- oh, I don't know- BLEW UP IN THE MIDDLE OF TOWN SQUARE?!" Shiloh yelled, making Owen flinch and Jamie covered their ears.

"Okay, I see your point," Owen grumbled as he rubbed his ear, "by Luna, was that necessary?" "If it reminds you of last year and gives you a warning, then yes," Shiloh said, making a beeline for the fridge.

Owen rolled his eyes. He and Shiloh didn't exactly see eye to eye oftentimes- which ended up with arguments until one of them stormed out to blow off steam- Owen being the only one to do just that. And there weren't many people living under or above them so they were pretty much free to do or say whatever came to mind.

"What do you want to eat?" Shiloh asked, making Owen look at him. "What are you gonna cook?" He asked.

Shiloh looked at him, raising an eyebrow. He closed the fridge, setting down the carton of eggs. "Eggs and waffles," he said.

"It's 9:30 pm. Isn't it a little early?" Owen asked incredulously and he looked to Jamie, "Jamie, back me up here!"

Jamie looked at him then at Shiloh before they looked away, turning their attention back to the tv. Owen grumbled as Shiloh chuckled at the nonbinary's so-called sense of humor.

"You still wanna eat or not?" Shiloh asked. "Sure," Owen said with a shrug as he went over to open a window. Shiloh glanced at the metal pieces and almost rolled his eyes. Although he had to admire Owen for his work, it could oftentimes go wrong and it would end up with trouble with the guards and the Council.

Shiloh sighed as he cracked the eggs and started mixing them up. He didn't know why but he thought the Vathiri council was just full of people who didn't know when to butt out of businesses. Some Vathirians thought it was a nuisance.

It was petty and impulsive. Shiloh closed his eyes as he shook his head to make the thoughts go away. His brother, Ronin, was a part of that Council until he left when Shiloh was younger.

No one knew where he went or why but it made one thing clear to Shiloh. He was never coming back.

Shiloh let out a bitter scoff as he readied the eggs. The memories were a little foggy. He closed his eyes tightly and he turned the stove off.

'No point in remembering them,' he thought bitterly as he made Owen and Jamie their plates, 'I've got new memories; and I don't need Ronin. I don't need him.'

He walked over to his roommates and gave them their plates. 'Thank you,' Jamie signed. Shiloh smiled at them and rubbed their head and he looked at Owen. "I'm gonna go out," he said.

"Alright. Be careful," Owen said. Shiloh only nodded as he put on his coat and he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Thunder rumbled. It was going to rain soon. Shiloh couldn't be more thankful. He was looking for an excuse to get out and away from the lab.

He glanced at the large silver and blue building, the large letters 'ACE LABS' being on the front of it. As if it wasn't so obvious. Ace Labs was the first to be rebuilt. The woman who had founded the very lab was supposedly long gone now and all of a sudden people were meant to carry out her legacy of experimentation with creating time traveling buttons.

Shiloh gritted his teeth and he stormed down the sidewalk, hands stuffed in his pockets. He didn't want to be here. Not another day went by and he was still stuck on a planet that seemed hell-bent on creating things from metal.

He sighed as he stopped near an alleyway and pressed his hand against his face.

"That's amazing, Ronin!" Shiloh exclaimed happily as a thirty year old man held up a glowing blue metal orb. He had lighter tan skin, light orange and white hair and clear blue eyes. He wore a grayish-brown lab coat and he smiled softly at Shiloh as Trinity came over.

She had light tan skin, dark and light brown hair and deep brown eyes. They both wore glasses. "How are they, my dear?" Romin asked.

Shiloh paused. How could he forget? Trinity was pregnant with Ronin's children. They were happy. So why shouldn't he be happy for them?

Shiloh gritted his teeth. Hot white anger rushed through him and he whirled around and punched the wall. He barely flinched as he held his hand. His knuckles were bleeding, nothing broken surprisingly.

Tears began to form in his eyes and he sniffled as he leaned against the wall and slid down until his butt touched the ground.

He sniffled and pulled his legs to his chest and buried his face into his arms, his body wracking with silent sobs. Why did it hurt so much?

What was the point of being alive if all it did was leave you alone for the last two years?

Shiloh sniffled and he looked around for something. Anything to grab at. Suddenly something caught his attention. A noise. A shout.

"There's a fire!" A woman screamed. "The apartment!" A man yelled. Horror rushed through Shiloh like a knife had just stabbed him in the heart.

He scrambled to his feet and ran back to the apartment. The apartment building was on fire. Jamie wasn't there but Owen was.

Smoke drifted up into the air.

"OWEN!" Shiloh screamed in horror as he ran towards it. His lungs burned as he ran. "No wait!" Someone shouted at him, "LOOK OUT!"

There was a loud boom, signaling that the building was exploding and the force of the explosion sending Shiloh almost flying back. Something flew at him.

He froze and there was a shrill crack as something sharp and hot flew across his eye. "AAAAAAGGGGHHHH!" He screamed, falling to the ground and covering his left eye. He curled in on himself, screaming. It hurt. Goddamn, it hurt.

Blood pooled out underneath his head and face and he clutched at his face as he screamed and wailed. He was losing consciousness fast. Owen didn't make it out. He never came out of the building that was in flames. He was burnt to ash.

He was barely aware of medics running over to him.

Shiloh sobbed and screamed until he passed out, the physical, emotional and mental pain becoming too much. He welcomed the darkness like he should've done... so long ago.

#Transcendants: A Light in the Darkness #fanfiction #my ocs

[hawksugarbaby]

Momojirou

Fluff + flowershop Au

Jirou tied the apron around her back sighing in annoyance looking over herself in the mirror "Do we have this in black?" she called to her mother round the back of the flower shop who shook her head and apologised. "Sorry Jirou, I'm sure I can get one made for you though" she offered but the hero in training shook her head and started filling up thin metal buckets hung on the wall with water and plant food.

The neatly lined buckets on the wall hung slightly forward with worn labels with cursive names of flowers stuck on the front and jirou sighed heavily rolling up the ribbon rolls at the side so the trails of silky fabric weren't curled on the floor folded over each other in a tangled mess. "I would have been happy applying for a job at Domino's mum" she shouted to her mother setting up the cash register for the day. She didn't want to cause problems for her mum at the flower shop but she did need money, though it felt like cheating working for one of her parents. "Nonsense i'm sure you'll do great!" her mum encouraged and the purple haired girl nodded anxiously.

She flipped the closed sign to open and awaited customers as she stacked up vases and terracotta pots on the lacquered Ikea shelves shoved against the side and the door opened behind her. "Jirou?" a polite voice asked behind her, one she'd recognise instantly. She spun around holding a yellow glass and her face brightened red almost immediately. "Hey momo, h-how are you" she asked putting the glass down in the line of others and ignoring the rest of the shelving she had to do. "I'm good! It's lovely to see you. I didn't know you worked here?" she said, gesturing at the cozy and quaint building. Jirou just nodded quickly "It's my mum's shop actually but yeah. Take a look around and I'll be... well, here if you need help."

She nodded and grabbed a basket from the side starting to pull out flora from the buckets and taking note in her head how much the bouquet would cost in her head and keeping the red, pink and yellow colour scheme in mind the basket quickly filled. "What colour ribbon do you want?" Jirou asked standing in front of the wall, reels of colour dangling in front of her and scissors in hand. "Pink please" momo stated, standing very close to her friend and Jirou snipped off the fabric wrapping it on the handle of Momo's basket so it wouldn't get lost.

"Have you been working here long?" Momo asked as jirous typed in the order pressing the old keys on the register violently "just started a couple of weeks ago actually but I always feel like I'm gonna mess something up" she laughed nervously laying the flowers out on a piece of transparent paper lined with red tissue and rolled it around the flowers making a cone of paper around them keeping them safe for the journey. "I don't think you could mess anything up, you're so talented!" Momo complimented her eyes trained on Jirous hands tying the ribbon half way up the paper making the ends fan out and she repositioned the flowers inside so the composition didn't look too overwhelming in one spot.

"Well you're more amazing and I refuse to argue" Jirou said handing her the bouquet that she held gently like a fragile piece of china, "thank you Jirou" the brown eyed girl said with a smile. "O-of course. That's um 20.99" (I don't know japan prices) She said and the money was dropped into her hand then sorted into the slots in the register. "Well I'll see you on monday!" momo said, skipping happily out of the shop and Jirou nodded waving her out.

"What am I going to do with myself" Jirou groaned and her mum poked her head out the back of the store "was that the girl you like?" she asked politely stepping next to her daughter and they both patiently kept their eyes on the glass door "Yeah" jirou muttered covering her red face "well you certainly know how to pick them! What was she buying flowers for?" her mum asked, twirling her earphone jacks around her fingers and jirou's eyebrows knit together "I don't know actually?"

The week passed without much explanation from Momo and Jirou left it as it was assuming it was personal. But Jirou found herself back in the shop turning the succulents so the names faced the front and moved the ones in the wrong spot back to the right coordinate. The bell above the door dinged and Jirou turned slowly then jumped seeing momo again "H-hey momo! Nice to see you!" Jirou greeted clutching a succulent for life as the upper class women chuckled at her state "yes it's nice to see you too!"

'What could she be back for' jirou wondered handing a straw basket to jirou who had settled on white and purple this time gathering dahlia's, tulips and baby's breath into her basket.

Momo already knew Jirou had a job before she walked into the place. She didn't know how to function around Jirou feeling like she needed rebooting after every conversation and her face would burn instantly instead of her alabaster complexion. She'd walked past the flower shop a few times, silently admiring Jirou singing to the music on the radio through the window but not having the courage to go in. until last week, when the thought of visiting Jirou was too irresistible and she stepped in with no plan of action except "flowers"

"Can I help you with anything this week?" Jirou asked with an unusually cheery voice, the effects of being lovesick. "Yes actually do you have these daisies?" Momo asked, showing a picture of the larger daisies and you nodded reaching for one of the bottom buckets which were harder to see "Ah wonderful!" she cheered holding out the basket for you to place on the daisies. "Any colour of ribbon?" Jirou asked and momo skimmed over the choices "the creamy beige one is nice" she said running her fingers along the roll and you nodded cutting the ribbon to size.

"What are these little things Jirou?" she asked, examining the succulents in little cat shaped pots "oh those are succulents. They're really easy to look after; they don't require much just watered once or twice a month. Very popular for beginners" The purple headed girl said ripping the transparent paper and laying down a reddish purple tissue for the flowers to sit on gently and wrap in the paper typing a little bow in the front "can I get one of these too?" she asked politely carrying a little plant to the register "of course momo they are for sale" Jirou chuckled and scanned the barcode typing in the bouquet again.

"I'll see you Monday momo" Jirou said, walking her to the door and greeting another customer who entered and went straight for the pots without so much as a hello. Momo waved across the street and went on her way not wanting to put Jirou off work for too long though she wanted nothing more than to spend the day with her.

Again Saturday rolled around and she was prepared for momo's arrival that day dressing nicely instead of the scabby clothes she'd been wearing previously. And a bonus was Jirous mother got her the black apron with the shop's name embroidered across the front neatly in cursive.

The door opened chiming the bell and she spun quickly with a smile "Oh jirou you got a new apron! It looks wonderful on you!" she cheered giving the girl an excited hug. Both of the girls' faces bloomed red and Jirou stood in stunned silence grounding herself with the flowers and earth tones of the small shop. "Jirou do you have Marigolds perchance?" the kind girl asked softly and jirou dropped her shoulders "not at this time of year unfortunately but we have amaryllis which are similar colours!" Jirou suggested and momo nodded enthusiastically, grabbing a basket and following her to the suggested flowers.

she snipped off the orange ribbon and wrapped Momo's flowers again handing them to her and sorting the cash into the till "Jirou I have a question" momo said holding the flowers and staying in front of the till "would you like to go to a cafe down the road?" she asked "well I can ask for the rest of the day off I guess" Jirou muttered excusing herself and going to the back talking to her mum.

"With the girl you like?" she asked hanging her apron up and handing her daughter some change "yeah with her" "oh this is so exciting! Have a good time honey!" she said, shoving her out of the room and into Momo's back. "S-sorry. Mum said I could go!" she said holding the door for jirou and exiting the shop. jirou followed momo to the cafe down the road with similar cosy vibes as her flower shop and they sat down together.

"Whoever is getting all those flowers must be really lucky" jirou chuckled nervously looking up from her black as night coffee and momo raised her eyebrows "y-you think i'm buying someone else flowers?" she quizzed blowing on her tea to cool it before taking a sip, the greyish smoke puffing up and flying away to who knows where "well, yeah aren't you?" Jirou asked, suddenly confused. There was a second of silence and momo put her cup down knitting her fingers together "no i'm not getting them for someone else. the thing is I... Well the thing is I come in the shop to see you!" she admitted with a bright smile that could rival the sun. "to see me?" Jirou confirmed and the ravenette across from her nodded.

"I really like you. And I enjoy spending time with you but I couldn;t figure out a way of asking to see you more often so I... started visiting your shop because, well, I think you're amazing" momo explained not holding any feelings or words back unlike Jirou who was always so reserved "And I would love to date you if i'm honest" momo added handing the flowers to the girl in front of her as if she didn't buy them from her. "You want to date me? Why i'm so... awkward and i'm nothing like you" jirou chuckled nervously rubbing the back of her neck. Was this a prank? No Momo would never do that to someone. "Exactly, you're nothing like me and that's why I like you so much"

Jirou considered the reality of the situation for a moment worrying the world could shift into a nightmare any second or she'd wake up front this dream heartbroken and betrayed by her own heart and head. "I would like to date you too" she said back finally after a beat of confidence. "Ah i'm glad! I've wanted to tell you for so long!" Momo giggled sweetly and jirou twirled her jacks in her fingers "I can't believe I could have been with you sooner if I didn't think you were buying flowers for someone else" jirou sighed facepalming and hiding a small smile. This might be what she needed, her way of getting out her shell.

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