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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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Wedding Hell

I’m back. I have come for my daily Steddie x fem reader in take.

So this popped into my mind the other day, but what I’d both Steve and Eddie were knights. And the reader was a princess. The reader was engaged to a very aggressive prince from a different kingdom and on the day of the wedding, Steve and Eddie just casually walk in, pick her up and race out. They find a small cottage to live in away from the palace and just enjoy a mundane life. Fluffy as always! Thank you so much!!❤️

Request by @wonderinghawkinsindiana 💞

Warnings: Angst, violence, (Alexander slaps the reader) if this is a trigger for you then please do not read any further 💞 Arranged marriage, fluff

If you enjoyed this fic then pls consider giving this a reblog. It is very much appreciated 💞😘

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Alexander was due to arrive back today for the wedding. Their wedding. She was dreading his arrival back.

He was awful, very aggressive, a tyrant. The fact that she was to be wed to him filled her with dread.

The wedding was in a few days and she felt like she was in a waking nightmare.

Ever since they got engaged a month ago she had dealt with his mood swings, anger, and icy demeanor.

It was the wedding from hell in her mind.

However, this (marrying Alexander) is what she had to do, as a princess for her kingdom. At least that's what Alexanders' father had said to her father.

The truth was Alex and his father wanted money and the notoriety of Alex being wedded to her, to be part of an influential kingdom.

It was all so... cold and she hated that this was going to be her married life, unloving and business like.

She wanted to be married for love... to whom she was in love with but that could never be.

The men she was in love with were Edward Mumson and Steven Harrington (or Eddie and Steve as they liked her to call them) knights who have protected her for year's and for years she loved them, they were a few years older than her, kind and gentle, and loving.

Nothing like the man she was marrying.

There is a trumpet sounding to announce his arrival and she feels her stomach clench anxiously.

"Princess? Prince Alexander is here" her maid Belle announces and yn gives her a small smile, taking a deep breath.

"Have you heard if the business he and father were conducting went well? Shall I go downstairs to greet him?" she asks Belle who grows silent her big brown eyes widening with worry.

''Maybe not miss. He seems to be in a terrible mood, your father is very cross with him right now and so is your mother as well. His temper almost cost your father the deal he was trying to make"

"Mood swings don't get us anywhere or Volatile actions, he knows that and should conduct himself appropriately" now she knows her mother and father are cross she is beginning to grow annoyed as well.

Silently fuming she heads downstairs and does her best to try and calm down.

Alexander is talking to some officials and she sighs and heads toward him. Only catching the eye of Eddie and Steve calm her.

Her older brother William looks at Alexander like he wants to maim him so she knows she will have to act fast and diffuse the situation.

"Ahh there is my ravishing bride to be" Alexander smirks and pulls her to him, his breath smells of ale and goodness knows what.

The anger inside her simmers again. First, he embarrasses her father then he arrives drunk.

"You've been drinking, she hisses. 'My father is going to be furious, you know the dinner we are hosting tonight is important" he groans.

"Oh do be quiet woman. I've had a hard enough day and enough lectures from your father without you wittering on" she gapes.

"My father had good reason to scold you, for goodness sake Alexander you should know how to behave in public"

His hand strikes out at her before she can stop it and she clutches her cheek stunned and tears pool in her eyes.

Eddie and William immediately move into action, Steve tries to hold them back but there is rage in his eyes as deep as Eddie and Williams.

"If you dare put a hand on her again" Eddie growls and William calls Alexander something that makes the officials in attendance gasp.

"She's my fiancee! Soon to be my wife and I will do what I bloody well like to her" Alex sneers to the three men.

The shock disappears and she watches in horror as Eddie pulls out his sword and points it at Alex's throat.

"Eddie" she races to him and gently touches his arm, he softens but is still glaring at Alex who is furious.

"How dard you raise your knife to me you- she cuts off his rant and grabs Eddie's sword and holds the sword to Alex's throat herself.

"Touch me like that again and I will ensure your father gets no future heir, you understand?"

His eyes widen.

"You wait until your father...

"Tell him all you like, he ensured that when I was growing up William taught me to fight and to be able to handle myself. I'm sure he will be proud of his daughter for standing up for herself, I'm also sure he would love to hear that you lay your hands on me too"

His mouth rapidly opens then shouts and she can hear the official's silent laughter, she hands Eddie back his sword and storms off not noticing Eddie and Steve watch her go with a lovesick gaze.

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They are still fuming come night time and she rests her head on Steve's shoulder feeling relaxed for the first time all day.

Eddie is pacing back and forward with a murderous look on his face.

"Oh please sit down Eddie. I'm fine" he frowns then smiles.

"Wish I had a camera to capture the look on that smug bastards face" he sits on the other side of her and covers his hand over her and Steves.

The two of them beside her like this make her stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Your father should call off the wedding! Come on sweetheart you can't say you want to be married to that asshole" Steve asks incredulously and she shakes her head.

"No, I want to marry someone I love, who loves me"

"Your father would tell you to marry for love and your mother. I know you think this is best for the kingdom princess but is being unhappy and in a loveless marriage something you want?" Eddie asks her gently.

"Of course, they would be happy if I married for love but I don't see anyone claiming to be head over heels in love with me. Do you?"

Belle interupts their conversation and curtseys.

"Princess, Mr Munson, Mr Harrington, the ball is starting"

And so duty calls.

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The wedding day arrives and she's in a beautiful dress fashioned from the finest silk with intricate flowers on the bodice and lace on the veil.

Today should be the happiest day of her life but all she can feel is sadness. She doesn't want to do this.

The feeling only grows stronger as she sees the look on her mother's face who then turns and has a whispered conversation with her father.

He whispers something that makes her relax and she wonders what they are talking about.

Alexander is standing beside her looking bored as the minister speaks and she looks around wondering where Eddie and Steve were.

The anxiety in her grows and she feels naseated.

"I can't do this," she says finally having the courage to speak up. Alexander glares at her.

"Keep your damn mouth shut woman!" he snaps and it draws ire from the crowd. The minister gulps and asks his next question timidly.

"Does any person here object to these two being married, speak now or forever hold your peace"

Just as she is about to say that yes in fact she does object she hears a shout.

"I object!" she finds Eddie in the back row, he just walked in and he grins as he approaches them then stops stunned and stares at her for a second.

"Shit... You look so beautiful" his set complement makes her heart skip a beat.

"I object also minister," Steve says as he walks inside and stands beside Eddie then William calls out too.

"No way is my sweet little sister marrying this motherfu...

"William!" their mother shrieks and he flashes her a wicked smile.

"Sorry mother but really? You've called him worse. Yeah, so I object too"

"What is this?" Alexander rages and then Eddie runs up the aisle with Steve and they pick her up holding her close.

"Hello beautiful" Steve greets her and she cuddles into him.

Her father winks at her then stands up.

"I bloody well object also. This man almost cost me a huge business deal, has tried to sneak fortunes and jewels out behind the palace's back, and has been involved in indiscretions with other women behind my daughters back!"

"He is not good enough for my daughter, plain and simple"

Alexander's father shakes his head and looks embarrassed at Alex, meanwhile Eddie and Steve guide her away from the uproar.

"I was just about to object you know" she teases them.

"We were objecting anyway sweetheart, then your father and mother encouraged us to show you how we feel about you, to tell you" Steve informs her and she looks at the two of them hope grows inside her.

Did they mean what she hoped they meant.

"The truth is I've been in love with you for a long time" Eddie admits while stroking her cheek.

"As have I. I love you, sweetheart" Steve tells her and she looks at Eddie and Steve's entwined hands. They love each other too, and the three of them were going to be so happy together.

"I love you both, always have" she feels a sense of release now she doesn't have to hide her feelings because she was scared of rejection.

Now she never had to worry about that and happily cuddled into the men she loved so much.

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Six months later.

All she has felt since the aftermath of her wedding is contentment, love and happiness.

Eddie and Steve had found them a small cottage to live in and the cosy, sweet home was wonderful.

It was surrounded by fields and beautiful flowers, lots of wildflowers. It was close to the palace, almost a short walk, and she, Eddie, and Steve visited often.

Her life now was so very wonderful and full of affection, tenderness, and love all courtesy of two sweet men who she had loved forever.

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#steddie x reader #steddie x y/n #eddie x steve x reader

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aries-writingblog · 2 years

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Bad Liar

Summary: Jason could handle many things— has dealt with so much during his years— but nothing compared to the hell that Damian Wayne could invoke.

Word Count: 5.2k

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader (Fem)

Warnings: language, threats, mention of past trauma, some physical threats, Jason’s fear of PDA

AN: request by @starburst777

Thanks for reading!❤️

Jason heaved a deep sigh, keeping his eyes closed as he shuffled his position on the couch. Over the low rumble of the television— mainly just a background noise— he could hear the door unlocking.

Though he kept his eyes closed, his muscles tensed. His fingers crept toward the handgun tucked between the couch cushions.

He learned the hard way to keep the muzzle hidden until he could be sure of who was entering: friend or foe?

She didn’t speak for the rest of the night— couldn’t even look him in the eyes.

He heard the clatter of keys in the dish at the door, her familiar footstep pattern. YN was home. He glanced to the window, where the curtains were still open from the morning. It was nearly sunset— pink hues stretched fingertips across the sky.

His brows dipped.

It was much later than usual.

YN rounded the corner, a tired smile on her face.

“Where have you been?” Jason asked softly, squinting at the evening light threading through the windows. YN dropped her bag to the end of the couch before waving a pastry bag in front of his nose. His eyes opened further, sitting up immediately. “Ooh.”

He accepted the bag with a grateful smile, his mind flooding with memories, just from the scent alone.

“I picked Damian up from school, got all his pet food and then we went by Sweet Jo’s.”

He instantly stopped his movements, his nostrils flaring as he glanced over to her. She was taking her shoes off, making her way to the bedroom.

Recently, Damian had taken to calling YN when he needed to do something. An errand, a small local hang out on Saturdays, anything to eat Yn’s time.

And Jason just knew that it was all a plot to make him angry.

It worked.

Because it made him furious that he was angry.

YN returned a few moments later, changed from her work clothes and into her loungewear. She crossed the room, dropping to sit at Jason’s side.

“Seriously?” YN froze, his tone setting off her paranoia. It was habit, but not one that Jason had instilled. One he was trying to diminish. Though, even he wasn’t perfect. “That’s our coffee shop! You’re taking the gremlin to our coffee shop?”

She held back a flinch, just barely saving Jason from witnessing it. He had enough guilt for half of Gotham, without her adding more to it.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was that big of a deal.”

“It isn’t.” Jason immediately corrected, shoving half the pastry into his mouth (better than his foot, he supposed). He could already feel his skin burning.

It always set in fast with YN. She’d always had that knack.

His guilt and her anxiety all mingling into a puddle in his belly. Quickly disseminating throughout his system, clogging his veins with sluggish

“Seems like it is.” She murmured, her fingers twisting together in her lap.

Her teeth sank into her lip, remembering the time before Jason. It seemed that was how she expressed time nowadays, before Jason Todd and After Jason Todd. After Jason Todd was much more appealing, brighter. Definitely better.

But even as great as Jason was, sometimes things he said were triggering.

Hell, sometimes even just walking down the aisle of a grocery store could send her reeling.

And she hated it. She hated that too familiar feeling of nausea creeping from her belly, how her head would spin, her body felt like it was no longer there.

Like she couldn’t control it anymore.

“It’s not, I swear.” Jason assured, gently. He moved closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her in. She moved willingly, curling against him. “You’re free to go wherever you please. Why are you picking Damian up from school? Doesn’t he have a father?”

“I offered to help out.” She explained, readjusting to get even closer to his body. Jason grunted, taking another bite of his pastry. He didn’t care for how close YN was to his family, though it was a personal bias. He was glad they all got along but he would always have that sliver of worry. Worry that she could get pulled into something without knowing. Taken advantage of. “We both know Bruce gets busy sometimes.”

“Yeah but he’s adopted like twelve kids.”

“Oh yeah? Pray tell, adopted child of Bruce Wayne: if he called, would you go get Damian?”

Jason paused, his mouth half open— wholly prepared to spit out whatever would come first. He clicked his tongue, biting down on his bottom lip.

“Fair point.” He admitted.

“Exactly.” YN grinned; Jason narrowed his eyes, fully aware of how she had just manipulated him into an answer. “Besides, I like hanging out with him.”

“You actually like that little demon?” His lip curled in disgust, unable to imagine any appeal of being around the boy for longer than ten minutes.

Damian Wayne was crude, unable to hold a decent conversation; His words were cruel, harsh honesty with no padding.

If asked any question about himself, he would shut it down with a snippy reply. He would curl his lips into a deep scowl and abandon the person.

“He’s sweet, Jason.” YN argued.

“He threatened to take my kneecaps during the night.”

“He’s just… still learning his people skills.” She defended uneasily. Jason snorted, rolling his eyes. YN gasped and pushed herself back, her hands flat against his chest. He lifted a brow, curious as to what she was grinning at. “Are you jealous of him?”

“Me. Jealous of a nine year old?” He spluttered, his neck beginning to feel warm.

Truly, one of the most ridiculous sentences he had ever heard.

Jason was superior to that little brat in every single way, this he knew as a fact. There was nothing Damian could offer her that he couldn’t.

Except that the little jerk was stealing his girlfriend’s time— but that was a different problem.

“He’s almost fourteen.”

“Whatever. I’m not by the way.”

“Okay.” YN smirked, able to see straight through his lies. His eyes told it all— violent green jealousy tinged his irises, his jaw locked tightly. “So if really didn’t bother you that we went to our coffee shop?”

“Not at all.” Jason forced a smile.

YN patted his chest as she pushed herself to her feet. His hand lingered on her thigh, clinging to her skin as she moved away.

“Great! I’m starving, have you eaten?”

“No.”

“Perfect.”

Jason slouched back into the cushions, arms crossing over his broad chest. He set his jaw, watching YN turn the corner and disappear into the apartment.

He wasn’t jealous. Jason Todd did not get jealous. He was secure enough in his masculinity, and his relationship to firmly believe that he wasn’t.

And he certainly wasn’t jealous of a thirteen year old child who behaved as an estranged middle aged man with a god complex.

No way in hell.

Damian swung down from the rooftop, landing lightly on the fire escape. A quiet grunt falling from his lips.

He pushed the window up, slipping off the ledge and planting his feet on the hardwood floor.

Damian could still remember the first time he slipped into the apartment— perhaps three months after YN and Jason had started dating. She had left a rug beneath the window.

YN liked to stand at the window in the mornings, just to soak in the day before she got started. And she had wanted to stand on a soft, warm rug.

Damian immediately tossed it aside— chastising her for her foolishness.

‘Don’t you understand that if someone were to slip into the window, you wouldn’t hear their steps because of your stupid rug?’

He even asked Jason about it, but it turned out that Jason had been moving it at night anyways, and replacing it by morning.

He had always been a sap.

“Todd, what’s taking so long?” He shouted into the apartment. He had no desire to search out his brother— having learned his lesson far too early. Damian always waited to see one or the other before pushing further into the home. “You were supposed to meet me fifteen minutes ago.”

He heard quick footsteps come from down the short hallway. Socked feet— not the heavy, worn combat boots Jason wore for patrols.

The man appeared around the corner, his brows pinched and his lips pursed. He held a single finger up to his lips, clearly irritated by his brother’s volume.

“I’m not going tonight.” Jason stated, his voice lower than Damian had ever heard.

Jason had always been soft spoken. He didn’t raise his voice for much anymore. But it usually remained in his even timbre— never dipping as low as it was currently.

“And why couldn’t you have told me this earlier so that I could have found a replacement?” Damian demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. His cape waved through the air as he shifted his weight. Impatient for a response.

“It’s my fault, Damian.”

His eyes left Jason and focused in on an amorphous blob emerging from the hallway. Jason spun around, a soft sigh of displeasure leaving his nose.

YN had a thick blanket over her shoulders, hugging it to her chest tightly. A small tremble in her frame forced Damian’s back to straighten.

“Whats wrong?” He inquired, taking a step forward. Jason thrust his hand out, nearly growling as the boy tried to step closer.

YN waved a hand out, dismissing his worry. She sniffled, though it sounded muted with congestion.

“Just a little head cold, Jason is freaking out about it.” YN assured him.

Said man rolled his eyes and shifted his weight, petulantly furrowing his brow. YN’s shoulders straightened and her brow lifted. Damian’s eyes shifted between the couple— clearly at odds on this topic.

He wondered how long they had been arguing. Jason and YN were notorious for succumbing to the other— compromising where they could. So far, it had been fine. They didn’t argue over much— though Damian truly wondered if they simply ignored the problem and patched it, instead of fixing.

Confrontation had never been their strong suits. Especially when it came to each other.

“You’re sick. I’m not leaving you alone.” Jason explained, sternly. His head turned, addressing Damian: “Find someone else.”

“I’ll stay here. You patrol tonight.”

Jason nearly gave himself whiplash at the speed of his turn— adjusting to fully face his youngest brother.

“What?”

Damian moved past him, deeper into the apartment and closer to YN. Jason moved faster, blocking his path again. The younger boy narrowed his eyes and glared up.

“I’m not allowed out without a supervisor, but you can’t go. We can’t have no one patrolling. So I’ll stay here, YN and I supervise each other, and you take patrol tonight.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. Suspicious.

Damian Wayne never missed an opportunity to patrol. Never.

He would aggravate and annoy people until he got his way of going out with them—to the point where even Bruce became concerned.

But here he was. Standing in Jason’s living room, telling him that he would willingly give up his night on patrol to stay in with YN— and let Jason Todd take his night on patrol, no less.

There was something else he wanted.

And there was no way Jason was letting him stay with YN, not after the coffee shop incident. (Which he still denied any feelings of jealousy.)

“You can’t call any of your other siblings?” Jason accused, stepping closer to YN’s wrapped body.

Damian rolled his eyes and began ticking people off on his fingers.

“Dick is out on a date, it’s in everyone’s best interest Tim and I not go together. Stephanie has taken Duke and Cassandra on an outing to a gymnastics competition—“

“I get it— everyone is busy.” Jason snapped. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots. The white strand blended easily with the black (which he had apparently recently re-dyed). “Bruce has way too many adopted kids for you to run down the whole list.”

“I was almost finished.” Damian replied bluntly, sidestepping around his brother.

Jason frowned deeper, his brow furrowing. YN didn’t even have a semblance of argument as Damian readjusted her blanket that had been falling from her shoulder.

No, Jason thought, almost shaking his head to rid himself of the thought. No, I refuse to be jealous of a twelve year old spending time with my girlfriend who is madly and desperately in love with me.

He lifted his eyes away from Damian’s gentle touch against her shoulder and to Yn’s eyes.

They were wide, her irises centered on him; A small furrow to her brow.

“Jason, just let him stay for now.” Her voice was rougher than the usual timbre. He frowned, his resolve beginning to waver. “It’s a good plan. Covers all the bases.”

“We’ll be fine here.” Damian added, reinforcing her stance.

Jason scowled. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like they were ganging up on him.

YN shuffled in place, readjusting her blanket cocoon.

She seemed pale. Small.

Vulnerable.

Maybe it was his paranoia. Maybe his stubborn ache to care for her.

He shifted his eyes back to Damian. The boy’s green eyes were fixated on YN. Cracked with an emotion Jason never saw.

He clenched his jaw, the control slipping from his grasp. Chains clinking against the floor at the release.

“I don’t like this.” He determined.

“That’s too bad.” YN replied.

Damian nearly smiled at her strength. She was standing up. Against one of the most petulant opponents she could ever face.

This was good for her. Good for both of them.

Surely… surely she could tell this was more than the jealousy. This wasn’t some childish feeling— Jason was scared.

Uncontrollably— inexplicably so.

It’s a head cold. It’s just a minor head cold.

She’s fine. Damian can manage a few hours.

Jason huffed loudly, brushing around the two in the doorway.

There was a muted murmur as he turned into the bedroom. He didn’t stick around to hear.

Throwing open the closet, he dug into the back. Pressing his thumb to the fingerprint scanner, Jason hauled his suit from the safe.

He grumbled the entire time he suited up.

When he came back around to the living room, YN was settled into the couch, wrapped up tightly. Damian was standing near the window, waiting to see him off.

“Call me if you need anything.” Jason stressed, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the top of Yn’s head. Her fingers found a way to his shoulder, squeezing gently. He could barely feel it through the layered protection against his body. He pulled away, leveling his gaze with the green of Damian’s. “And I want updates every thirty minutes. I don’t care if she sneezes, you tell me.”

“Aren’t you being slightly overkill?” YN croaked, the constriction of her throat preventing her original, teasing tone from coming out. She coughed, a failing attempt to clear her airway.

Jason frowned, his brows creasing deeper.

He could just tell Damian to go fuck himself, tell him to buzz off and leave him to care for YN.

Selfish. You’re being selfish.

“My middle name, baby.” Jason replied, smiling broadly at her. YN’s face instantly matched his, despite the obvious discomfort of her illness. “I’ll be home in a few hours. Try and get some rest.”

“Love you.” She told him quietly. Jason nodded, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

After brushing hair from her eyes, he backed away, moving in toward the window where his next target waited.

He reached out and snagged Damian’s cape, yanking him against his chest. Sharp teeth displayed at close range as his lip curled, invading Damian’s space.

“I’ll kick your ass, punk.” He growled, tightening his grip on the fabric.

“Not before I kick yours— let go.” Damian muttered. His voice was low— low and dangerous.

A threat.

But he was matching himself against the wrong opponent.

“I’m serious, watch after her.” Jason insisted.

Damian pressed his thumbs into the grooves of Jason’s knuckles; A warning.

His final warning.

“She’s a grown woman, Jason. And you’re grown as well— start acting like it.” Damian hissed. Jason released his grip, finally turning to face the window as he pulled his gloves over his hands. Covering the last of pale scars that decorated his skin.

“Oh, I’m so sorry that you’re a teenager and haven’t found someone that you care about yet.” He snapped, glaring at the younger boy. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, a sudden pang of guilt striking his heart. He was moving too fast. Jason inhaled deeply before continuing. “The woman in there is the only thing holding me together. So when she hurts? I hurt. And if you ever want me to do you any sort of favor ever again, you do as I ask this one time.”

Damian’s lips pursed, observing the rapid shifting of Jason’s emotions.

For as long as he had known Jason, he had this certain problem.

Too many emotions with no where to put them. He simply felt too much, much too fast.

He assumed it had to do with the Pit, perhaps a strain on his systems from the reincarnation. Though Damian himself had never encountered the issue.

Perhaps he was faulty.

“She is in capable hands.” Damian clasped his hands together behind his back, nodding in understanding. “Her own, and mine. I’m sure we can make it through a few hours without your observance.”

Jason’s brow softened, his expression becoming rather neutral. His slate eyes finally slid away from their target; He turned his back to his brother, pulling his helmet over his face and slamming the window open.

“You’d better.”

Jason hummed quietly, under his breath. It was some tune YN had been playing before she left for work. He didn’t even know what song it was, though it was catchy.

He flipped the book in his hands over, reading the synopsis on the back.

A romance novel.

His face flushed, glancing up to make sure no one was watching. Quickly, he tucked it between the other two he had picked up.

In the past, he never would have picked up those books. Sure, he had read most of the classics, and that included multiple romances. But it was a different story to pick up a random fictional romance novel.

He blamed YN wholeheartedly.

She had been reading one of those stupid books to him one night, to help him fall asleep.

And Jason Todd cannot leave a story unfinished.

And then there was a sequel.

And here he was. Purchasing another novel in his favorite bookstore. After he read it, he would pass it off to YN, who would read it and then they would have a sort of book club night.

Jason readjusted his grip on his books, almost ready to checkout when a cover caught his eye. Bright yellow with the title in neat black lettering.

“Alright Damian, let’s split up and see if we can find that book.”

YN?

Jason quickly abandoned his pursuit of the book, curious as to why his girlfriend was in their bookshop with…

“Damian?” Jason growled, stopping as he spotted his brother, perusing the aisles. The younger boy halted, cocking his head to the left. If Damian was here, and he heard YN…“What are you two doing here?”

“I needed a few new items to preoccupy my down time.” The boy replied disinterestedly, flicking through a book he had in hand.

“You know, I don’t appreciate you using my girlfriend as an Uber.” Jason growled, his fist clenching tightly at his side.

Damian clicked his tongue, ignoring his concerns.

YN swung around the corner, following her charge of the day. She smiled brightly, her heels clicking against the tiled floors as she closed in.

Instead of going in for a kiss, she reached out to squeeze his hand tightly. Lacing their fingers together and holding. Jason released a breath he didn’t know he held.

“I offered to pick him up today. I was swinging by here anyways.” She explained. Her other hand came up to Damian’s shoulder, brushing his collar back flat. “Besides, I always like some quality time with the little man.”

Jason scowled, his sharp gaze piercing into his sibling.

Damian, still unbothered by his animosity, simply replaced the book to its original setting. When he turned his face back to Jason, he knew that the kid’s trademarked brutal honesty was going to swing in, hard and fast.

“You’re only upset because YN and I share the same interests and you don’t want to share her time.” Damian stated blankly.

“No, I don’t.” Jason shot back. Damian’s brow lifted, anticipating where the new information could lead him. “You’re taking all her free time and I don’t get any of it.”

“I’m right here.” YN piped up, trying to push her way into the boy’s argument.

Damian paid no mind to either of them, simply turning on his heel and beginning back up the aisle.

“Yes, we’re wasting time.” He called back over his shoulder.

YN only shrugged, glancing to her boyfriend before following after the younger boy.

Jason grit his teeth; Annoyance filling him to the brim. Threatening to spill over.

“Oh, no you don’t.” He growled, marching after the pair. When he was in range, he reached out and grabbed YN’s hand. Lacing their fingers together, he held her hand close to his thigh. “I’m staying with you guys this time.”

YN suppressed a grin at the feel of his hand in hers. He wasn’t an advocate for PDA, settling for barely there touches and gentle fingertips sweeping along her skin.

Keeping their most delicate, intimate moments between them. In private.

It settled his anxiety and it suppressed her paranoia. So they were simply ‘that couple’. That couple who never seemed to be an actual couple but their bond ran deeper than anyone could imagine.

He had recently begun holding her hand more. Though she wasn’t quite sure where his sudden possessiveness came from, she wasn’t as unsettled by it as she thought she would be.

It was sort of… fun, actually.

“Suit yourself.” Damian turned the corner, inspecting the titles of novels on display.

“I will.” Jason snapped back; Just as he was going to squeeze her hand again, she slipped it from his grasp. His head snapped to her; It was rare for him to hold her hand in public— even more rare for her to drop the contact. “Where the hell—“

“You two argue like it’s your job. Come on.” She directed, quickly moving along to the next display. Clearly in search of something specific.

Jason frowned, partly mesmerized by the sway of her hair and swing in her hips.

“Now look at what you’ve done— you made her upset.” He muttered to Damian, his elbow catching the boy’s shoulder as he passed.

“I did, you’re the one crashing our afternoon.” He protested, attempting to trip his brother up as he jutted a foot between his feet.

Jason stepped around the fumble, following closely after YN, but keeping his argument low.

“Oh what, did I interrupt your date, little girlfriend thief?” He demanded, reaching out to give him a slight shove.

Damian spun on his heel, red hot fury in his eyes.

“Screw you, Todd.” He seethed, his fist flying out to hit him in the belly. Jason deflected it easily.

The smaller boy glanced back to YN. Jason’s defenses crackled to life; Either Damian was going to snitch or he was going to pull him into a total smack down in the middle of the bookstore.

“I’ll put you in the ground.” He hissed, straightening his spine. Damian grinned— a bloodthirsty, sharp fanged grin. One that would’ve made Jason’s blood run cold, had he not known the boy.

“Not my first time.”

“Gentlemen?” YN’s voice broke through the static. Both turned to the sound; She was poised, ready to separate them if needed. “I’d like a nice afternoon. Can we manage that at least or do we all need to separate?”

Jason’s face burned with… everything, all at once. Shame and embarrassment at the scolding, the pressure of anxiety reappearing against his sternum as he spared a glance at the bookstore patrons around him. A few were glancing their way. He swallowed the lump in his throat— his mouth threatening to water in the way it does before he puked.

He must have been spaced out, because YN called his name quietly.

“Fine.” Damian pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Turning his head away from his brother.

What a child.

“Yes ma’am.” Jason affirmed.

“Good.” She responded, showing the pair her hands with several books already piled. “I need someone to run and get a basket.”

“I’ll do it—“

“Allow me—“

The pair glared at each other again. Sparks flying from their tension.

YN buzzed her lips in a sigh, turning on her heel to abandon her charges once more.

“Oh boy.” She groaned, shaking her head.

Lively pirate themed music started up again through the speakers. On screen, Captain Jack Sparrow sprinted drunkenly through clear waters, away from the horde that followed hot on his trail.

Jason tugged the blanket further over Yn’s legs, moving in closer to wrap an arm around her body. YN happily snuggled in closer, burrowing into his side for warmth.

It wasn’t a particularly cold night, though she always found herself chilly. Jason always ran a little warm. Problem. Solution.

He glanced over the top of her head, over to the end of the sectional. Damian sat, nearly in the corner— as far away as possible from the pair curled up together.

He wasn’t even snacking anymore.

Jason smirked gleefully.

After dinner, YN and Jason had decided on a movie to watch. Unfortunately, Damian had been at dinner. And even more unfortunately, YN asked him to stay for the movie.

Because they had discussed it over lasagna, that Damian had never seen the Pirates franchise before. And well, that was a travesty to YN, who instantly told him to stay and watch.

Jason told YN to go get the movie started, while he and Damian cleared up the table. There was a brief, nearly silent argument betwixt the two about staying— one that ended in both boys racing toward the couch, where Jason snagged the seat beside YN just in time.

Then, he dialed his affection up to twelve; Pressing kisses to Yn’s exposed skin, keeping her body pressed to his. Her head on his chest, fingers combing through her hair.

It very nearly made Damian sick to his stomach.

Jason could tell that he was at his breaking point— he just needed to be pushed a little further for him to snap.

Yn’s face moved perfectly, just in time for him to swoop down for a deep kiss on the mouth.

She made a small, surprised noise as his teeth bit at her bottom lip— embarrassing heat radiating from her cheeks.

There was a very quick shuffle from the other end of the couch; Jason broke away from YN to see Damian finally stand and swipe his shoes and jacket.

“What’s the hurry?” Jason called, watching the boy scurry toward the door.

He looked quite ill.

Shame, Jason thought, suppressing his triumphant grin.

“I’ll see you around, YN.” The young boy called over his shoulder as the door slammed behind him.

All was silent for twelve seconds.

Then, YN turned her face up to her partner, attempting to force the appearance of disappointment.

“You know, he’s just trying to make you angry.” She explained.

Her eyes were nearly mesmerizing. The longer he looked, the longer he wanted to stay. A siren’s call.

“I don’t care. I want my girlfriend back and he’s being a jerk.” Jason squeezed her tighter. In that instant, he realized how big of a kid he was being; He sounded whiny— complaining about not having his way. His face flushed with embarrassment, burying his head into her shoulder. “God.”

YN hummed, brushing a hand through his hair, smoothing it out.

“You just made out in front of your younger brother.” She told him.

Jason retched; The sickness was almost real, not even all dramatized. YN laughed as he roiled uncomfortably, trying to sink into the cushions beneath him.

“Don’t.” He moaned. He pulled her waist in, arms right around her body. Pulling her down with him as he flopped to the cushions completely. “I don’t want to hear it out loud. I’m gonna vomit.”

“You shouldn’t have done it then.” She giggled, letting him suffocate her by pressing her body between his own and the couch.

His head lay against her chest, legs tangled.

“Or I could just shut you up.” He offered helpfully, gazing up at her through dark lashes. YN narrowed her eyes, an unpreventable smile pushing at her cheeks.

“Is that a verbal threat?” She questioned, arching one eyebrow.

Jason copied the expression.

“Wanna make it a physical one?”

“You’re terrible.” She decided. He pressed light kisses to her neck— a strong urge to bite down on the soft skin beneath his teeth. “And totally jealous.”

“Would it be so bad if I were?” He teased, trailing his lips up. His tongue lashing out every few paces, just to taste her skin again. “Does that make me insecure? Or childish and petty?”

YN shook her head, biting down on her lip. Her fingertips graced through his hair, tracing the swirl of white with her thumb. He held his breath, awaiting her final judgement.

“I think it makes you human.”

Jason’s breath released heavily, his next breath in almost sounding like a sharp gasp.

YN hummed, brushing her thumbs along his cheekbones, bumping their foreheads together gently. Jason closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. His skin burned warm beneath her fingertips. A deep blush chased along his ears and neck, rushing to his face.

She always enjoyed reminding him that he was human. Through and through— he still had a heart. After everything, Jason was still good. He was kind. Beautiful.

He opened his eyes, suddenly feeling too crowded. The feeling clawed it’s way up his spine, the heat from his skin nearly baking him inside out. Sinking fangs into the tender skin of his neck.

Jason sat tall and slid back, away from her. YN seemed to receive his message and immediately pushed her body in the opposite direction. Her hands skimmed down his shoulders, giving a light squeeze to his forearms before letting go completely.

She pushed herself to her feet, giving him plenty of breadth to catch his emotions.

“I’ll go make us some popcorn, be right back.” She promised, backing out of the room.

Jason nodded once— a confirmation that he heard her— listening to her soft hum in the kitchen.

She wasn’t upset with him. Even after all his jealousy and fucked up past, all his problems.

Her love was more than enough for him.

She would always be enough for him.

#jason todd x f!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd fic #jason todd fanfiction

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blushedarmybunny · 1 year

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Butterfly Effect: part 3 || Jeon Jungkook x fem Reader

♡ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x fem reader

♡ Word count: 4k

♡ Genre: Angst (m), different timelines travel, smut.

♡ summary:

There is Yn who thought that she had her shit together until there’s a dead body in her boyfriend’s basement.

Everything crumbled in a second, but wait…ummm Why she is back when she met Jungkook a year before this happened? Is time travel a real thing?

Oh so we are changing strategies now: let’s be a total b.i.t.c.h, that way Jungkook the serial killer would be as far as possible from yn, right?

Or maybe is this her chance to save the victim before Jungkook can commit that terrible crime?

Yn did not expect to drag herself into the infinite possible timelines that the fabric of the universe has, in between her adventure she might change more lives than her own.

♡ part 1, part2

♡ a/n: the conclusion to the story is soon to be published. In the meanwhile, enjoy the continuation.

Jungkook looked at you and at that exact moment you knew you were screwed.

Then he smiled and let out a chuckle.

You felt terrified at his sudden reaction, petrified.

“Look you little bitch, seems you didn’t get the message the last time we saw each other” Jungkook said to Chanyeol with extraordinary calm and sending you a look that made your blood ran cold.

“Jungkook, give me the phone please” You pleaded, he now looked at you with confusion and shook his head.

“Where are you hiding? Huh? Maybe this time you won’t be so lucky.” Jungkook cliqued his tongue and tensed his jaw, he was starting to lose it.

You did something risky and impulsive.

With precision and speed, you grabbed your cellphone from Jungkook’s hands and then you instinctively ran to the door that just a few steps aways and you just kept running with your phone on your ear.

“You are very stupid, Chanyeol” you said out of breath, you knew you only had seconds before Jungkook catches you.

“Yn?! Please can you-“ the voice of Chanyeol was energetic and surprised but you could not hear the rest of it since you turned the phone off quickly just milliseconds before Jungkook took your arm. Everything happened so fast.

Jungkook turned you around and were met with his furious stare, you were so out of breath that you took Jungkook’s shoulder to support yourself.

“What are you doing, yn?” he asked you with that deep tone, you watched him in silence for a few seconds without knowing what to answer “speak!” he exclaimed making you flinch.

“Jungkook you could…get me expelled” you murmured shielding yourself behind that excuse.

Jungkook let go off your arm and stepped back and turned back from you he seemed to be trying to hold himself back passing his hands through his hair repeatedly, you had the urge to run away again but he would be even more angry when he eventually catches you.

Jungkook walk up to you once again but he did not say a word, instead he put his hand on your back and guided you to his motorcycle, he got up and you did too, soon enough you two were driving away through the streets of Seoul.

You closed your eyes and put your head on his back. Your hair flying on the wind, you recognized the route as the way to your apartment complex.

When you arrived, you acted on automatic mode getting off the bike and making your way to your apartment with Jungkook very close by.

In the elevator as soon as the doors closed, Jungkook hands instantly explored the trail from your waist to your ass taking you by surprise, you turn to look at him but with a daring look he squeezes the flesh with a subtle amount of pressure that send a quick signal of pleasure through your entire body making you clench.

The elevator stopped on another floor, a few people got inside, the hand of Jungkook on your ass went unnoticed. When you arrived to your apartment floor without any suspicion of the other people around you, Jungkook and you made your way out to your apartment door. You are about to tap the code but Jungkook’s hand was already on it, tapping the numbers quickly.

Once inside you turned to him to talk.

“Jungkook I-“ you started to say but got interrupted by Jungkook lips on yours, his hot sticky tongue entering your mouth with sensual aggression.”Mhhn” you mumbled.

His hands on your waist, firmly grabbing you.

You two separated to breath creating a weak string of saliva that connected your mouths together.

“You want me to not worry about this situation, is that right?” he whispered with his hot breath blowing slightly in your face, you look at him helpless and nodded.

“Then make me not to worry” Jungkook said to you with dark orbits staring at you with lust in them “Make me forget that that call even happened” he got closer and set a short kiss on your parted lips, you looked at him while he walked to the sofa and opened his legs, his arms spread as he was about to have a lot of fun, then he arched his pierced eyebrow.

You knew what he was implying, your wet underwear was proof of that.

So you walked in front of him and kneeled, pulled your hair back and your hands touching with painfully slow movements his muscular thigs, you eventually unzipped his pants, palming first the shape of his dick over his underwear, you uncover his member and an excited swollen cock jumps to Jungkook bellybutton which makes him low moan.

You take his dick with both hands and spit on in, you watch your drool drizzle to his length and then you make eye contact as you are about to lick the tip. Jungkook is looking at you like a lost puppy, cheeks a little red and his lower lip captured by his teeth.

You go ahead and lick the pre-seminal liquid then slowly you put it in your mouth and apply some pressure with your tongue, he moaned again.

You start to suck all his length, your hand firmly on the base of his dick.

“F-fuck” he moaned collecting all your hair with his hand “Just like that” he said choking on another moan.

You were dedicated to your task giving him the pleasure that he required.

He was getting more and more worked up as you went a little faster.

“Yn, I’m ‘bout to cum-ah fuck” he said trying to control his heavy breathing, you give him a long suck with all his length in your mouth, and that send him.

You felt his hot semen in your mouth and you drank like it was juice.

“Yn, come here” he said out of breath, and you made your way to his lap, both of you sharing a passionate kiss, Jungkook pulling down your shorts with your help, once you were on underwear, he sneaked in his hand rubbing his palm on your slit, emphasizing the pressure on your clit, making you moan.

His fingers started to penetrate your pussy, your hips moving up and down without shame, Jungkook smacked your ass.

“You are a filthy whore, aren’t you?” he said looking at your eyes “you keep jumping on my fingers like that” he said to you while he took the string of your panty, stretch it and let go of it, whipping your ass once again, the pain turning to pleasure.

“Jungkook!” you exclaimed rolling your eyes back when your orgasm finally arrived.

“There you go” he said proud when he look his fingers soaked with your pleasure, he took the rest of his clothes off and you did the same, both desperate.

He took you from behind, his dick sliding in your pussy with a quick stroke.

He was fucking you senseless, his hips smacking your ass with energy, you felt his assertion of dominance with every thrust and every squeeze of his hand on your hip.

“hmm” you mumbled sounding and looking like a complete mess.

“Fucking take it, whore” he said spanking your ass “Yes-ah you like it” he said moaning.

You felt your high coming close, Jungkook’s dick hitting the spot that made you scream.

“I’m cumming” you manage to say, Jungkook suddenly got out of you and turned you around, face to face he put his dick inside of you again and started again to move.

“hmm Yn” he moaned looking at your eyes, his stare was intense enough to send another bolt of pleasure to your womb, Jungkook put his hand on your throat and put a little of pressure not completely letting you out of breath.

That send you the final stroke of pleasure that awarded you with an intense orgasm, he pulled out his dick just in time to spill his seed on your belly.

Both took a few seconds to process the big wave of pleasure that you just had.

Jungkook by your side his breath on your neck and your hand on caressing his hair.

“I love you, Yn” he whispered tenderly.

“me too” you responded looking at the ceiling, confusion on your head as it was usual.

…………………………………….

The morning arrived and Jungkook was no less than a gentleman, waking Yn up with kisses and loving words, cooking her breakfast, taking a shower with her but soon after that he had to go due to a call from his job.

Jungkook kissed Yn goodbye and went his way leaving now Yn alone with her mess once again.

Yn runs to her room and grabs her purse to find the blank notebook, she opens it and run her finger through the empty pages.

Yn decides to call Seokjin to arrange a meeting, he responds very quick.

“Yn, what can I do for you?” Seokjin asked.

“I would like to see you this afternoon, are you free?”

“Yes of course, I got a feeling it’s about the notebook thing”

“It actually is, you see, I got no idea how to even start”

“it’s okay, then it might be better for you to come to my home”

“i’m a little scared” Yn confessed biting her lip with nervousness.

“Don’t worry, you can trust me” Seokjin assured her “Do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, that would be too much, let me take a taxi or something”

When Yn arrived to Seokjin’s house she was no less nervous than when she was on the phone, Seokjin took noticed and decided to make her some food so that she could relax a little before the session.

“Wow you are putting on an apron and everything” Yn teased Jin, then she washed her hands and started to cut some veggies.

“I would say that I’m almost a professional at this” Jin responded cutting the meat.

After some preparation and a show off of Jin’s cooking skills Yn asked him:

“So you had jump timelines quite a few times…why did you stay on this one? Were the others that bad?” Jin looked at her direction and almost smiled but he went back to check the boiling pots.

“This might not be the perfect timeline, but the other ones were not any better, either way my sister was dead because of me in every single one including this one too, I guess I just gave up” Jin said with look in his face that could only be described as sadness.

“I’m sorry” Yn could only say “If that’s the reason that kept jumping timelines then you should not give up..” Yn tried to grab his arm with gentleness but Seokjin turned around to be face to face with her.

“I’m afraid, Yn” Jin confessed “is just heart breaking when you found yourself yet in another reality and is not…” Jin sighted and turned off the kitchen. “Lets eat, I need you strong for what is to come”

Yn was amazed by Jin’s culinary skills and bite after bite she could not help herself to reassure Jin that it was the best dish she has had in a good while. After eating they went to the living room and chat for a few minutes, the Jin looked at her serious.

“Yn, you have to be intoxicated to do this” Jin said to her setting the notebook in front of her.

“If it is the only way…”

“Don’t take it lightly, if you are going to do this you need drugs, last time I desperately tried to jump I had an overdose” Jin said with a cold tone, Yn looked at him astonished.

“You know Jin, I think I have died in the other realities so what can be worse than that?”

Jin nodded and brought to her a pill and water; Yn took it.

“Write everything you been through down, soon enough you’d be on a trance and then… well you’ll see”

Yn took the pen and stated to write, her head started spinning and her reality started distorting once again to every little moment that she has had so far. Her hand writing everything down, the incident, the cold-blooded murder, the jump, the new realities.

Soon the pages started to fill and her head was on roof with the pleasant sensations that came with the high of drugs.

“Yn, you need to read what your higher self has written down” Jin said to her watching her closely “Don’t lose concentration!”

Yn look at him with a lost stare but a call from reality focus her once more on her objectives, she passed the pages of the notebook that were no longer empty, she choose a page and started reading.

July 28, 20xx

I finally graduated, my mom came all the way here, I want to feel happy but everything doesn’t feel right, Jungkook is in prison for murdering Chanyeol, he is not coming out for a long time, his mom took the decision to end her life in the process, Jungkook doesn’t have no one apart from me and his friends that can’t visit him because their own bad blood with the police, I visit him whenever I can but I’m starting to feel like I should move on, I can’t waste my life in waiting for him when he still has another 15 years to go, I have this job offer in Hong Kong and I plan to take it and if it doesn’t work out then I would try in Europe.

February 6, 20xx

I just found out that Jungkook came out of prison, I saw it in a small news article, he came out 5 years before I had planned, something about his good behavior, I’m far away from Korea and I’m married to Jackson now he treats me well and it’s completely different from him, it’s easy to remember what the truth nature of Jungkook really is after all and putting that into contrast with the kind, educated, respectful self that is Jackson, we might try for a baby this year and I can’t wait to let the past go.

January 19, 20xx

I’ve been back in Korea against my will for 4 years now, Jungkook’s power over the mafia just go bigger and stronger, prison changed him forever, I will never forgive him for killing Jackson, my resentment grows every day and it’s scary but I now I encounter that this resentment is getting extended to the children I procreated with the monster, Dohyung just looks too much like him and is expected to be his heir, when my daughter Eunpyo is in my arms I just cry because she cannot be free from this shit situation, Jungkook is just too powerful now, and I can’t do anything without him watching my every move, I don’t care about all this money tinted by blood I just want my simple life in Hong Kong back.

August 31, 20xx

I’m currently hiding in London, I could not take it anymore, the kids would be better without me anyway, I couldn’t be very sufficient as a mother in such conditions and with this depression, Jungkook must be pissed off but I don’t care, his overbearing control over everything in my life has led me to this decision, luckily I’m under this mafia guy protection, he might be a criminal just as Jungkook but he is vastly different and he set me free, if Jungkook dares to find me I would not think it twice and end everything, I will never come back with him.

Yn stopped reading and ran to the nearest bathroom to vomit; Jin runs after her to help her with the hair.

“I can’t stay here, there is no way” she cried after she washed herself, Jin glued to her side.

“Drink this, you will feel better” Jin passed her a cup of tea.

“I want out, how can I do it, Jin?” Yn asked sipping the cup.

“All you will do right now is rest, we can figure that out later” Jin told her.

“You don’t understand everything is about to crumble down, I just don’t want to be here anymore” Yn said tears running down her face.

“Not now, Yn” Jin severed.

Yn’s cellphone started to ring, she took the device and glance at it with dread.

“It’s Jungkook” she said to Jin with tears still in her eyes.

“He doesn’t treat you well, yn?” Jin asked but before Yn answered his question, she picked up the call.

“Where are you, Yn? I thought that you would be on your apartment?” Jungkook asked her with a neutral tone.

“I was with Hajoon, I’m on my way home” Yn lied biting her lip.

“Alright, do you want me to pick you up?”

“No, I’m about to take the subway, I can’t talk right now, see you there” Yn ended the call and sighted.

“He doesn’t treat you well, yn?” Jin asked again serious.

“Jin, he is the reason why I can’t stay here” Yn confessed “But right now I have to continue the show, until I can jump successfully into another timeline”

“Yn are you sure you want to comeback to him?” Jin worried gaze met your eyes.

“Right now, I have to, but I’d be waiting on your call to do jumping, okay?” Yn said standing up, Jin stood up as well.

“At least let me give you a ride home”

……………………..

When Yn entered the apartment, she found Jungkook playing videogames on his phone, as soon as he noticed her presence, he smiled at her and kept playing. Yn’s head was still spinning and soon she felt bad again.

When her stomach warned her, Yn ran to the bathroom to vomit again, Jungkook took notice and ran to her side.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook asked her with a worried tone.

“Yeah, I just think certain kind of liquors are too strong for me” Yn lied and washed herself.

“You were feeling bad and your friends could not get you a taxi?” Jungkook scoffed “I told you countless times that you are better on you own…” Jungkook said.

Yn took a shower and then went straight to sleep.

At the morning Jungkook woke up Yn bringing her a cup of coffee with an blank expression on his face while he sat at the edge of the bed.

“Thank you” Yn said sipping her coffee, she tried as much as possible to explain her sick state of yesterday.

Jungkook nodded still resilient to look at her eyes.

“I don’t have nothing to do right now” Jungkook said with a low tone, Yn look at him and bit her lip, she was planning to visit Jin but with Jungkook around…

“Oh really?” Yn asked doing her best effort to hide her annoyance.

Jungkook nodded again.

“Maybe we could go for a walk later?” Jungkook suggested, Yn did not have any credible excuse to reject his plans so she nodded back in response.

“good” he said getting close to you and giving you a small peck on the lips.

You look at him as he made his way out of the room, when he wanted to he could be such a sweet guy, but it didn’t matter because now you are fully aware of the monster he was and will be if you continue with this.

……………

The ride on the motorcycle was quiet, the whole day has been pretty quiet apart from some small talk so when you two arrive to the well know childhood park you know he is will try to give some kind of talk.

As soon as you got off the bike Jungkook grabbed your hand and you started walking, Jungkook guide you until you sat on the bench in front of the butterfly statue.

“You know I care about you, right?” Jungkook said all of the sudden, to turn to see his expression.

“I know” Yn responded, deep inside she wanted to believe him but it was a lost cause.

“Then why do you make me worry so much, Yn?” Jungkook said raising his tone “Damn it’s hard to trust you when lately you behave like that” Jungkook look to the ground, disappointment and frustration in his voice.

“It’s been a hell of a week” Yn said more to herself than to Jungkook.

“That’s all you got to say?” Jungkook turned to her clearly pissed off “You come home all fuck up and your explanation is that?!”

“Jungk-“

“And that shady behavior when that fucking bastard called you the other day!”

“Look, Jungkook it’s complicated okay?” You told him off “I haven’t feeling myself lately and I have so much confusion in my head that I just been acting on impulse for the past days” Yn spoke her true self, what she actually was feeling, saying it out loud was a different kind of awakening.

“And what the hell does that mean?” Jungkook asked scrunching his face.

“Well, you know…mm” Yn tried to think well how to say the next sentence “Jungkook maybe I just need some time on my own to figure out my life because frankly every time I’m with you there is some very dramatic experiences that stress the fuck out of me”

Jungkook look at her with this deep stare his already dark eyes opening up and getting even darker.

Then Jungkook scoffed loudly.

“Yn I want you to rethink what you just said and then explain to me what the fuck is going on”

It was the tone he used that was making Yn’s patience evaporate.

“I don’t need to rethink anything, Jungkook” Yn defied him with a look “I need a break from this, it’s honestly mentally exhausting”

“Are you out of your mind, Yn? You are truly asking me that?!” Jungkook spoke with fast emotions quickly possessing him like a maniac.

“Yes!” Yn continued to escalate the situation “it would be beneficial not only for me but for y-“

“For who else? That bitch of Chanyeol?” Jungkook said raising internal alarms in Yn’s mind “Are you fucking that bastard and that’s why you are pulling this shit show?!” Jungkook asked you grabbing your arm, you tried to pull away but it was no use.

“No! I told you a thousand times that he is just part of the university administration!” you said while clearly struggling against his force. “Let go of me!”

“I’m gonna kill that fucking bastard” He said completely serious.

“Stop Jungkook you are behaving like your father!”

Slap.

Jungkook let go of your arm while you turn to look at him with a tears in your eyes, your body still in shock of what just happened.

Jungkook quickly realized what he did and instant regret was visible. He rushed to grab your face gently, while he inspected the redness of your cheek.

“Yn, I did not want to-“

“Shut up!” you screamed while breaking free from his touch “I don’t want you near me!” you spited, Jungkook opened up his eyes in panic.

“Yn, it was a mistake I just-“

“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care” you said again raising your voice when suddenly a loud engine catch both of your attention and a motorcycle stops just besides your street. It was Seokjin.

“Yn!” Jin screams your name and you don’t have to think twice, your body just moves towards him without hesitation and at great speed. Jungkook almost doesn’t react until you got on behind Seokjin, that’s when he runs towards his own motorcycle. But by that time Seokjin had already drive away with you firmly attached to his back.

“Hold on” Jin said to you, while you hugged him tight tears on your eyes, thanking him with your heart.

But then the engine of Jungkook’s bike roar just behind you.

Jungkook is coming closer and he is not going to stop.

Your heart is racing a hundred miles per hour.

What would happen if Jungkook finally reach you?

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yojeongin · 1 year

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DON’T BLAME THE LOVECATS — PROLOGUE

→neighbor!jaemin x neighbor f!reader

genre: social media au, neighbors au, fluff, angst, enemies to friends to lovers, humor

synopsis: smtown welcomes yn warmly but a horrid encounter between their cats leads to jaemin doing exactly the opposite. even with efforts to mend this, it’s a little too late for it and both parties will have to make due.

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But anger blinded Jaemin. He was past furious that he saw your gentle patting towards his cat as a harsh scolding almost as if you were beating her. Blinking a few times before he snatched her from under your soft petting, careful enough to not grace her wounded area.

“I’m sorry about Mini—“

“Just keep your fucking cat away from her! What kind of owner are you letting a cat roam around new areas unattended?!”

His labored breaths clogged up his throat. Jaemin was worried sick about Dooie and her health. In any other occasion he would’ve taken the situation lightly and tried to reason but he couldn’t get the idea of losing her out of his head so anything regarding her made him act irrational.

“I didn’t— he ran out—“ flabbergasted with the way he spoke to you, your sentences came out choppy. You had processed the situation easily but he was making you contemplate that.

The cats had accidentally ran into each other that the impact set off a fight or flight instinct in both of them. You were sure if they had time nothing would’ve escalated past some hisses and arched backs where you could’ve had time to pick up Minino and taken him inside. But this happened so fast that all you did was comfort them both after the separation. You thought you had done a good job on calming both of them but he didn’t.

Letting out a disappointed scoff, “You don’t have to be such an ass, they’re okay. It was a spur of moment and don’t ever curse at him.” You couldn’t believe your first day moving in had already gone horrible. You had imagined that any neighbor rivalry would start months later or maybe never but here you were picking up Minino once again and giving his own cat an apologetic smile.

“Just leave us alone, now I have to take her to the vet again. Who knows where your cat has been.” He lets out in a murmur. His words while not too vile did spark some rage in you. He spoke about your baby as if he was a filthy beast that wasn’t taken care of. As if there was no care and even if he was an uncared for cat his words still sounded horrible.

Turning on your heel, you walked towards him with full determination and no holding back on your words. Whatever was going on with him he shouldn’t take it out on you or anyone else. What fault did Minino have for him to be so cruel?

“Stop treating him like filth, he’s not and even if he was a stray or uncared for cat you sound like such a dick.” Your words left him speechless but his pride made it look like he didn’t care which seemed to make things worse.

Jeno and Sunwoo had rushed down upon hearing some bickering. With heavy breathing both men made their way towards the both of you, hurrying you away from the confrontation point. Both of them were feeling very upset at how this guy had just spoken to you and your cat.

They knew you held Minino very dearly to you and any offense towards him was an offense towards you. It made things worse for Jeno since he had thought Jaemin was a nice tenant all these years he had been living in the building but when a friend of his has been crossed, the offender was dead to him.

“Don’t come near her or I won’t respond.” Sunwoo broke the silence, tongue poking against his cheeks. Jeno nodded in agreement hoping the message was sent but Jaemin furrowed his eyebrows with a dry mocking scoff, leaving both of them behind as he made his way towards the car with the mission of getting Dooie checked in case the scratches and bites had broken the skin barrier.

It wasn’t until hours later that Jaemin had arrived back home completely exhausted. All he wanted to was take his lovely Dooie in and sleep for the remainder of the night, not even caring about his remaining work.

Jaemin’s head turned to his side seeing his sleeping cat look ever so peaceful. He sighed to himself, thankful for another day she was healthy enough. Just like Minino was dear to you, Dooie was to him. His parents had given her to him as company years ago when he decided to move out for work.

They hoped she’d keep him company in his days and minutes of solitude for they knew living on your own and in the city was lonely. Things were worse when Jaemin had a history of horrible coping mechanisms and they feared their golden boy would resort to them again. In a way she’s saved him from many downfalls and for that he was thankful.

“You have to be careful next time. Please…” he begged in a murmur, cradling his darling in his arms as he struggled to unlock the door to his shared apartment. Upon managing to do so, the next door of the once vacant apartment had opened giving him access to those inside and those coming out.

His once calm demeanor had turned into what Dooie and Minino experienced earlier: fight or flight. Tense in his spot and clutching his cat when seeing your face, the both of you looked at each other startled.

“You have to be kidding.” You whine, pinching the bridge of your nose. Just when you thought things could be better, the universe had decided to curse you with the fact that your neighbor was that raging asshole from earlier.

It was left at that. Jaemin had entered the apartment before another argument could start. He was tired and he didn’t want to go to sleep angry and if avoiding you was all it will take then so be it.

“I’m not too thrilled myself.” Jaemin scoffs with the intake of your disgusted tone. He had thought about apologizing while on his way back now that he had cooled down but you still seemed angry that he couldn’t help but reciprocate the feeling.

That would’ve been better than to what had progressed was it not for Mark’s meddling. Minutes after he had arrived, his friend knocked on his bedroom door begging the younger to please bake him some brownies.

During such laborious process, Jaemin had updated Mark on the situation. While he expected his friend to comfort him, Mark remained quiet knowing he didn’t agree much with his friend. Though he knew where he was coming from, he still couldn’t agree with him. After all this didn’t sound like something cat loving Jaemin would say. He’s always been such a lovely foster owner and accepted any cat no matter how sickly.

“Yeah… yeah you did fuck up I won’t lie.” Now both men leaned against the counter, chewing with open mouths to let out the burning vapor of the freshly taken out brownies.

“I know you’re doing it out of love but giving her an apology is the least you could do. She was there in the wrong place at the wrong time and you took it out on her. She didn’t deserve it so how about you give her these left over brownies and you can make more once you’re done.” Palming his back followed by a wink, Mark sends off his friend with a Tupperware full of warm brownies that fogged up the container.

While in it’s time it sounded like a good plan, right now Jaemin’s pride was consuming him. He knew he was wrong and he knew he should do this but a part of him was telling him to fuck it. He couldn’t handle apologizing to someone that rightfully called him a dick, even if he deserved it.

Yet here he was pacing in front of your door, everyone of your friends was gone and you were left alone with your cat. Ignoring the threats from your friends, he finally knocks on your door. His heart beating with the rhythm of each knock but his getting increasingly harsher.

‘Easy. Just apologize, give them to her, and apologize again. That easy…’ he convinced himself. Jaemin was nervous enough that his hand began to sweat and it got worse when the door swung open. Revealing you in your PJs with headphones on.

While you were a smart girl, occasionally you’d have your moments off and lost your precaution. This was one of them that you didn’t look through the peep hole and opened the door in hopes it was one of your friends returning to spend your first night there.

But it wasn’t. It was that aggravating presence that you’ve found was your immediate neighbors with a tupper in hand and a slight nervous look to him.

“Hi, I jus—“

You didn’t let him finish. Slamming the door as harsh as you could in his face, scoffing at his audacity. “I thought you wanted us to stay away from you!” You made sure to let out before returning to your bedroom, leaving him behind that same door once again.

Jaemin knew he deserved this but his pride would always get in the way and this only hurt his ego. He couldn’t believe he had felt horrible for his earlier actions. That he had thought about welcoming you warmly like he and Mark had for past tenants, some of them being your own friends but he could forget about that.

If war is what you wanted, then war is what you would get.

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personasintro · 3 years

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maybe jk being there for YN, when she’s having bad period cramps? or is that too cliché

A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language

word count: 1k+

“Does it still hurt?”

Jungkook’s voice shakes you out of your daze, doing its bare minimum to distract you from the pain in your lower stomach and back. Not even the heating pad helps that much and you’re waiting for the pills to start kicking in. Jungkook sets the alchemy tea you asked for onto the coffee table and sits beside you, carefully as if you’ll break if he sits down any faster.

“Uhm,” you almost whine, cuddling to the blanket you’ve managed to get from your bedroom before the real pain has started. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Jungkook asks, brows pinching together as he watches you looking at him through hooded eyes. Your lips look a little bit dry and your skin is pale. He has seen you in this state quite a few times by now but he still can’t quite imagine what you’re going through.

You’ve always been vocal about your period cramps and pain, it’s not something Jungkook could avoid even if he wanted to (not that he wanted to). Your mood swings are one of the biggest factors that tell him that yes, you’re going through the enormous pain every woman goes through every month.

“We were supposed to hang out together,” you murmur into the blanket, breathing through the pain as Jungkook shakes his head and scoots closer to you to check your temperature.

Your body gets heated and then all of a sudden you’re very cold, hugging the blanket for your dear life like you’re doing at the moment. He’s seen this image a few times and all those times, he has learned what to do to at least help you in some way. You specifically and some of it he has learned from his girlfriend’s own experience.

“I ruined our plans.”

“Hey, no, don’t say that,” Jungkook scolds you immediately, his features twisting to a worry when he sees your cramped position. “You can’t control this.”

You know that but yet, you do feel bad because instead of going to the cinema like you planned to, you know you’re not going anywhere tonight. Jungkook has come to your place to pick you up as you were getting ready before you’ve started feeling the first symptoms of your period coming, cramps and your lower back hurting like a bitch.

“But I was supposed to get it tomorrow,” you whine again, obviously upset with your own body for ruining your plans. “And we finally got to see the newest Fast & Furious!”

That makes Jungkook laugh as you look at him, visibly annoyed and upset. “We can watch it next time, they’re playing it for another week.”

“But tonight’s the premiere!” you exclaim, wincing right away as you feel the pills slowly kicking in, your pain and cramps delaying.

“Or we can watch it once it’s online.”

“That’s not the same,” you murmur, “You know watching it in the cinema is the best.”

“It is, so what?” Jungkook sighs, “It’s not the end of the world, Y/N.”

“But it feels like it!” you whine, causing Jungkook to sigh again as he looks around the living room before he hears a sniffle that completely catches him off guard.

You’re dramatic, overreacting and you blame the stupid hormones for it. Just thinking how excited you were about tonight’s plans and the movie… it makes you want to cry. Jungkook finished his work earlier so he could come to pick you up and take you to see the movie and now, it’s all ruined. Obviously, you know it’s not your fault and there’s nothing you can do about it because all you want is for this pain to go away. However… There are hormones and the pain mixed together.

“Hey, come on,” Jungkook interrupts your sniffling and brushes the hair off your face a little as he notices your red cheeks caused by the blanket wrapped around you and the heating pad on your lower back. “Don’t be like this.”

“I can’t control it, Jungkook!” you cry out, now fully crying as Jungkook tries to stifle the need to laugh but also, he does feel bad to see you like this.

“You want me to rub your back?” he asks, giving you a minute to think it through before you slowly sit up.

“My lower back hurts, I’ll keep the heating pad on my stomach,” you inform him, already motioning for him to properly sit up and lean against the couch.

He does it, hiding his grin as you cuddle up to him. The heating pad almost burns his side but he doesn’t comment on it, welcoming you in his embrace. As you make yourself comfortable, you feel his hand gently rubbing your lower back.

“Why do I have to go through this every month?” you whine, cheek pressed against his shoulder as his body slightly shakes when he chuckles.

“Because you want to be a mom someday?”

“I’m debating about it,” you mutter.

“You say that every month,” Jungkook comments amusingly.

Ignoring him, you open your mouth again. “Why can’t I be a man? I’d just stick it in and wouldn’t have to worry about bleeding to death every month. Don’t get me started on all the pain.”

“And the mood swings,” Jungkook interjects, feeling you glare at him as he presses his lips into a tight line. “You also say that a lot. About the man part, I mean. And you’re not bleeding to death, god you’re so dramatic.”

“It definitely feels like it…” you murmur again.

Jungkook knows there’s no point arguing with you about this. Not that he wants to argue about this but there’s just no point in pointing out all the things you say every month.

“Okay, drama queen,” Jungkook chuckles, “Make sure to drink the tea while it's warm.”

“Yeah, yeah…” you hum, feeling slightly better with each passing minute.

As Jungkook asks you if he should turn on TV so you could watch at least something, you’re a few minutes into the movie when you murmur Jungkook’s name. He hums back, eyes on the screen but his hand still rubbing your back that doesn’t hurt just as bad.

“Thank you.”

You hear him chuckle, knowing he just smiled without even looking at him. Maybe the evening isn’t spent as you’ve planned it but it feels nice to have Jungkook here. Especially when he brings ice cream from your freezer and you both share it once you feel good enough to eat something.

#networkbangtan #bts smut #jungkook x reader #bts au #ask: mutual help #bts fluff #bts angst #personasintro

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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Fic Recs | Racer AUs

Based on an ask which I got a bit excited about because I love action! So fics like these, I get thrilled to read =) Please note that not all fics will have heavy racing scenes (if you want heavy action, watch racing movies 😁)

S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst |

*members arranged per total number of racing fics

Jungkook

Accelerate @dreamscript - series [3/3] | 8k | playboy, rich kid!jungkook | S, F, slight A (this is hot, sexy and actually fluffy

Bitchin Rides + Sequel @bbbrats /@bimbo-jk - two shot | 7k | strangers to lovers, eventual established, pwp | S, F 🔥 (note: author posted one shot + sequel on separate accounts, hence two urls)

Champion @notsoguiltykpop - series [10/?] | 41k+| Slow Burn, Street Racer!!Jungkook x Rookie!Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Rivals | F, A (I have notifs on for this author because I’ve been following their Yoongi series ever since 🥰. So I was so thrilled when I got notifs when they posted early this year. This is still ongoing so you can follow and turn notifs on too)

Drift @yminie - two shot [1/2] | 8.9k+| tokyo drift-inspired, street racing, drift racing | A (so far)

Dry Dry Dessert @bangtanstanst - one shot | 2k | Amateur Racing AU, prompts: “Make Me” + “Can You Move?” | F (cute)

Finishing Line @kooksbliss - series [1/?] | 6.1k+ | strangers to lovers, street racers | F, eventual S (I just checked it hasn’t been updated since I last read it)

Ignition @inkedtae - part of the All Star series | 19k motorcycle racer!jungkook x rookie racer!reader, enemies to lovers, pining | A, F

In Which He’ll Lose for Her @minstrivia - drabble | 1.5k | Racer!Jungkook x Hard-to-get!OC, chasing after her for months, action, feat ex-bf!taehyung | F (cool how author squeezed in a bit of action for a drabble)

Radio Chaos @plumblackjeon - feat Yoongi | series [6/6] | 15.9k | Illegal racing, Love Triangle, check tags for warnings (dark themes: implied infidelity(?), abuse, toxic relationship, etc - while writing this I was thinking if there’s a fic by the author that isn’t dark 🤭) | S, A

Risk It All @kookdiaries - feat Yoongi | one shot | 8.2k | Boyfriend!Yoongi, Rookie!Jungkook, Bet with OC (if he wins he gets to sleep with OC), action, threesome | S, A 🔥 (so flithy)

Street Racin @leebutnot - one shot | 3.4k | Established Relationship, pwp | S 🥵💦

Street Spirits @memphisfaith - series [5/?] | 35.4k+ | Illegal racing gang, OC was taken under their wings, slight Gang AU |

Note: I also remember a racer!jungkook fic from Zibermuda but it’s not available T_T (but who knows they might repost)

Yoongi

A World Alone @sketchguk - one shot | 11.3k | Modern Vampire AU, Street Racer, Bad Boy, Bestfriend AU, FWB | S, F, A (i love this because the themes are so unique!)

Hearts Racing @bubble-tae - one shot | 3.7k | Strangers to Lovers, Out-of-towner!OC, Summer Romance (I added this because this is how it felt 🥺) | S, A

Life in the Fast Lane @you-know-bts - one shot | 5.5k | Strangers to Lovers, Street Racing scene | F (though it’s just implied)

Sinners and Saints @suhdays - two shot | 40k | Streetracer!Yoongi, Mechanic!OC, action, drama | A, F [deactivated]

Yoongi, it’s Y/N @seokjinish - one shot | 13.9k | F1 Driver!Yoongi x Mechanic/Engineer!YN, action, coworkers (very much strangers even though they work together), stuff about contracts | f, a, s

Taehyung

Cuff Me If You Can @hobicomeholla29 - series [1/?] | 5k | Single Dad!Taehyung, Racer!Taehyung, Judge!Reader, crack | F (I just checked it hasn’t been updated since I last read it but it’s a very interesting pairing - basically he’s up for hearing and OC is the judge)

Fate of the Fast & Furious + Fast & Fearless (prequel) @prolixitae - one shot + prequel | 67k | Illegal street races, Racer!Taehyung, domestic!taehyung, needed money turned Babysitter, College AU (OC) | S, F, (if you haven’t read this, it’s a must-read; this is like a fandom classic)

Treat You Better @hollyhomburg - one shot | 3k | Street Racing, OC has a boyfriend who doesn’t treat her right (inspired by the Shawn Mendes song) | A, slight F

Hoseok

Now or Never @cutaepatootie - series [7/7] | 59.9k | Racer!OC, Racer!Hoseok, Rival Gang | S, F, A (uhm so if you are familiar with author’s works, the fics are usually angsty)

In The Car @floralseokjin - one shot | 14.7k | Mechanic!Hoseok, Street Racer!Hoseok | s, f, slight a

*there’s one hybrid x streetracer!hoseok fic series but it’s been on hiatus since 2019 (but never say never, so I linked it here)

Jimin

Catch Your Drift @snackhobi - two shot | 29.9k | street racer au, driftracer!jimin, driftracer!reader, rivals to lovers | S, F

Seokjin

Fast Lane @/yminie - one shot | 20.6k | Formula One Racer!Seokjin, Pitcrew!OC, Enemies to Lovers | S, F

Namjoon

Delicate @springbean - one shot | 6k | Brother’s Best Friend, CEO!Namjoon, Friends to Lovers, Pining, so technically Namjoon and OC are not racers but OC is interested in a hot-shot street racer | A, F (cute because we love pining Joonie) [deactivated]

Thank you dear authors for bringing racer imagines to life! 🥰

🌷 posted: 2021 May 15 | updated: 2022 May 23 (newly added) 🌷 other lists 🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =) (especially racer fics for the other members)

#ggukkiereadingcollection #bts racer au #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts smut #bts angst #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #yoongi racer au #taehyung smut #hoseok smut #jimin smut #namjoon x reader #jungkook fic recs #yoongi fic recs #taehyung fic recs #seokjin fic recs #hoseok racer au #namjoon fic recs

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leclercstarrs · 11 months

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win the race, brian o’conner.

summary: in which you celebrate your boyfriend’s win in a street race !

warnings: sub!reader, clit play, nipple play!

notes: friendly reminder that my requests are open, especially for f&f!

You stand in front of the crowd, intensely focused on the race, watching your boyfriend’s car speed up and pass the finish line, coming to a quick stop. The crowd starts cheering as Brian gets out of his car, a wide smile on his face, rightfully proud of his win. You run up to him, practically jumping into his arms, hugging him tightly. “I did it, baby!” He laughs, causing you to smile. “I’m so proud of you!” You mumble, then pulling away from the hug. “We need to celebrate.” You add on. He raises his eyebrows.

Now, the two of you are alone, sitting on the hood of his car at the beach. You look up at the sky, admiring the stars. However, Brian is busy looking at you, admiring your beauty. “What?” You get shy, turning to face him when you feel his eyes on you. “No, nothing. You’re just…” He pauses, “So beautiful.” Your boyfriend continues. You feel your heart melt, his beautiful blue eyes are a better sight than the stars you were previously enchanted by. “I love you too, Brian.” You whisper. He grins, leaning towards you and pulling you into a kiss, connecting his lips to your lips. You can feel him smiling in the kiss, both of you feeling euphoric with each other. “Mmm, Brian, not here.” You mumble into the kiss, your boyfriend pulling back, “How about in there?” He nods to the inside of the car. You playfully roll your eyes, then getting off the hood with him. You get in the passenger seat and he gets in the drivers seat, “C’mere.” He mumbles. You carefully climb onto his lap and he grunts, placing his hands firmly on your waist. Leaning closer to you, he starts kissing your neck. You stop him for a moment, taking your tank top off. Before you can attempt to unclasp your bra on your own, Brian effortlessly takes it off. His lips trail down your neck and to your chest, sure to leave hickeys all over your tits. You let out low moans, your breathing getting heavier as he unbuttons your pants, then sliding his hands down to your pussy. You melt at the touch, letting out a small whimper. “Is that good?” He hums, rubbing your clit and making your back arch. You grip his shoulders, your jaw slacked as you moan his name, moving your hips slightly. “Fuck.” You gasp, a knot of pleasure forming in your stomach. As Brian continues, he slides his other hand up your stomach, reaching your chest and massaging your nipples The knot in your stomach starts to release as he moves his fingers slightly faster, your legs tightening as you get closer to finishing. “Keep going.” You manage to say in between your moans, your hands grasping at his shoulders as your body starts to shake, “Cum, baby.”Brian whispers. His words send you over the edge and you finish right away, leaving his fingers covered in your juices. You’re left panting, resting your head on his shoulder, “You did so good.” He kisses your cheek.

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melsvt · 2 years

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⌗ kang taehyun x f!reader

⌗ summary: lately he was in love with his ps5

⌗ genre: angst (a little bit ig?), lovers to exe

⌗ warnings: swear words(?), my humour, kinda breakup ?

⌗ word count: 554

I took a deep breath before calling him one last time. For almost 2 days, he was neither looking at my messages nor responding to my calls.

Ever since his family went to Jeju Island for a vacation, it was as if he had been cut off from the world.

I brought the phone to my ear with a thousand possibilities that crossed my mind. The phone rang for almost 2 minutes, and at the end, with the voice of the girl who was always heard, I took the phone from my ear and put it in the pocket of my cardigan.

After taking the house keys and throwing myself out of the house, I put on my shoes.

I started walking with fast steps, about 15 minutes later I was in front of Kang Taehyun's house.

We started dating around this time, last summer. It could not be said that this summer month was going very well, as a result of the winter month and the school season, which was quite nice.

For the past few weeks, he's been acting like I've never been in his life.

I looked to the open window and the lights of his room. I was torn between ringing the bell or not.

I quickly rang the bell and took a few steps back. If he didn't open the door, our relationship would end here, and I was serious about it this time.

When I gave up after 2 minutes and decided to go back home, the door opened.

Honestly, I didn't expect to see Taehyun with purple under eyes and messy new-dyed black hair on his forehead. I stared at him for a few seconds before venting my inner words.

"Where the hell have you been Taehyun?"

He swallowed and looked me up and down. "I'm here yn. Where else could I be?"

I took a look around before raising my voice. "What do you mean I'm here! I've been calling and texting for days, but it seems like you've thrown yourself into space. You didn't even try to give any clues that you're alive!"

At my shout, he looked at the empty street. "I'm sorry, it's just- My phone was out of battery and I couldn't return to any of your calls"

"So you didn't even think of charging your phone?" He put his hand on my shoulder and waited. "Yn, you don't have to shout. Come on, let's talk in the garden"

He had indeed gone nuts at home alone. I let him take me by the shoulder and lead me through the garden.

"What were you doing for how many days?" He scratched his neck at the question I asked properly. "I was playing video games"

It was even more difficult for me to keep in tracks when he was answering in a furious manner. He was at home playing video games in front of his computer while I was at home for two days losing my mind while thinking where and what he was doing.

“I hope video games will make you happier in the future.” With a wry smile, I got up, walked out of the garden, and closed the door behind me.

And he neither came after me nor called out. He was probably got back to his video games.

↳ part two

⌗ a/n: sorry for making him like some kind of a bitch boy.. i was trying to write some cute and a little suggestive but it turned out to be like this. please let me know if you liked it and want the 2nd part because i am willing to write a cute ending or even a 2nd ending. and also if i made any writing malfunctionings please let me know so i can fix my english is still not good.

#abbysepiphany's one shot!#kang taehyun #ps5 #taehyun #txt #tomorrow by together #txt fluff #txt angst #taehyun fluff #taehyun angst #fluff #angst #kpop #fun fiction

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fandom-puff · 3 years

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As Time Went On

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Requested by: anon ‘Could I request a Tommy Shelby x reader where it shows your relationship throughout your whole life so like from being friends at a really young age until married in adulthood’

Warnings: mentions of war/violence/sex but nothing in detail. Also, drinking and smoking

Gif creds to owner

“Oi! You’re not allowed here. Girls aren’t allowed,”

You rolled your eyes, concentrating on scribbling the names of the horses your father had told you onto a bit of paper with a blunt pencil.

“Shut it, Shelby. Your Aunt Polly is a girl and she’s always here. Anyway, Dad doesn’t finish in the factory until after closing time and Mum’s too busy taking care of my brother, so shut the fuck up and let me put my bloody bet on,”

Polly smirked into her cup as she walked over to you both, trying not to laugh at the argument between the two seven year olds (although Tommy would constantly remind everyone that he was actually seven and a half). “Alright, Thomas. Go and help your brother, you know he’s bad at sums. You written those horses down for me , love?” She asked, and you handed her the piece of paper. While she checked over your wonky writing, tommy glared at you, sticking his tongue out at you as he walked away.

***

“What if he kicks me? Or throws me off? Or bites me?”

Tommy laughed slightly. “He won’t. Shadow’s a good horse. Even our Ada rides him sometimes. C’mon, I’ll help you up,” Although a little apprehensive, you accepted Tommy’s leg up as you got onto the horse, eyes widening as he shifted. “It’s alright. He’s just getting used to you,”

“I thought girls were meant to ride with their legs on one side,” you said after a while as Tommy began leading the horse slowly around his paddock.

“Only rich, posh girls who don’t know anything about horses,” tommy said. “Us? We know horses. This is how we do it,”

You nodded, smiling slightly as you looked down at tommy. You were both fourteen now, him nearing fifteen, and he seemed to have grown overnight. When you were younger, you had been a few inches taller than him, which came at a real advantage when you played chase (or a fun game called Run As Fast As You Can So Polly Doesn’t Wack Us With Her Wooden Spoon) but now, even with you atop the horse, you could see how much taller he was.

A little while later, he helped you down off Shadow, and he gulped, feeling the softness of your waist beneath your dress. He cleared his throat and together you led the horse back to the stables, stealing glances at one another when the other wasn’t looking.

***

“My dad will fucking kill me,” you said in a hushed voice, barely suppressing your tipsy giggles as you and Tommy sat by the Cut, hiding in the shadows of Charlie’s yard.

“He’s more likely to kill me,” Tommy grinned, taking a swig from the bottle before passing it to you. “Sixteen years old and here you are, out past midnight, getting you shitfaced, smoking. I really have led you astray,”

You grinned, gulping from the bottle and sloshing it down your front. Tommy shook his head fondly. “You’re such a fuckin’ lightweight, YN,” he said, and you laughed loudly. “Shhh shut the fuck up,” tommy said, his own laugh betraying him as he pressed his hand ovef your mouth. You stared at eachother for a moment as he slowly moved his hand and you leaned in close, pressing your lips against his.

“Oi! Who’s there?”

“Shit, Charlie’s coming, c’mon! Grab the fuckin’ whiskey, YN, for Christ’s sake!”

Tommy grabbed your hand and pulled you up and you ran off, laughing into the night.

***

He was different when he came back from France. They all were.

Tommy wouldn’t let go of you when he stepped off the train, his tears soaking into the shoulder of your coat. It was only when you promised you’d stay with him at the little house in Watery Lane that he pulled away, and you walked arm in arm together.

He proposed that night, and it was the first time you and the Shelby’s (save for Finn, who didn’t quite understand why his brothers were so sad all of a sudden) properly smiled in years.

***

The arrival of Grace Burgess to Small Heath caused quite the stir, but you and Polly saw right through her. She expected her singing to entrap tommy into spilling the Peaky secrets, but when you cornered her before opening time, she soon backed off. Whether it was the butterfly knife you rammed into the bar, the ice cold look you fixed her with, or your silver tongue, she knew it was more than her life’s worth to cross Polly Gray and YN Shelby.

You and Polly made a point of ordering Scotch whiskey whenever Grace was around- much to the brother’s amusement.

***

You were furious with Tommy for facing off with Billy Kimber, and even more so when Sabini got involved.

That didn’t stop you doting on him, making sure his bullet wound from Kimber was cleaned daily.

And Tommy definitely milked it, even after it began to scar.

“Ay, where’s my kiss to make it better, Mrs Shelby?” He’d ask with a cheeky glint in his eye that was only ever seen by you.

“You’re pushing your fucking luck, you,” you’d say.

But of course, you’d press a gentle kiss over the bandage, and another to his lips.

***

When Polly grasped onto your breast after a family meeting, all hell broke loose. Ada, with little Karl on her lap gave you a knowing look, while Arthur and John cheered loudly (“about time, Tom!”). Finn was confused as to why you were recieving an impromptu breast exam at the table, and Tommy... just stared at you with wide eyes.

“Am I...?”

“Is she...?” You said at the same time and Polly just nodded, returning to her seat and giving you both a smile.

You and Tommy left early, with John and Arthur shouting after you both to be careful, ready to wet the baby’s head even though it was barely more than a tiny speck at that moment in time.

***

“Thomas Michael Shelby I am never sleeping with you again you utter bastard! Ah!”

Tommy paced in the landing, your pained screams driving him mad. He had tried sitting at the table and smoking with brothers as you laboured, but he couldn’t bare to be so far away from you. Polly, Esme and Ada were keeping him busy, sending him for more hot water every now and then.

When the piercing sound of a baby crying filled the house, he slumped against the wall with relief as everyone downstairs cheered.

Polly peaked her head around the door, smiling warmly. “In you come then. Come and meet your little boy,”

Tommy felt his eyes well up as he stepped over the threshold to the rest of his life, smiling down at you as you looked up, looking utterly worn out, but with a smile bright enough to power the whole country, a tiny bundle in your arms.

Tommy say carefully on the edge of the bed, leaning a little closer.

“Come here, you silly git,” you said gently, letting him shuffle closer. He peaked over the blanket and felt his heart melt as he stared at the tiny, sleeping baby with a shock of dark hair.

“Our little boy, Tom,” you said gently.

“Yeah,” he said, staring at you both in awe. “Our little boy. My little family,”

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yong-bokk · 3 years

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all in ¹

pairing: special agent ! han jisung x reader

genre: frenemies to idiots to lovers fluff with a dash of sad

warnings: mentions of drug dealing and someone got shot

u are !! angry !!

scratch that

u are ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノFURIOUS!!! ヽ(｀⌒´メ)ノ

ur pen magically disappeared from your pen holder. AGAIN

and this time it’s the new carrot-shaped one you just bought

٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶ ٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶ ٩( •̀ㅇ•́ )۶

u don’t need to be a detective to figure out the culprit behind this

bc it’s who else other than,,,,

“HAN JISUNG”

hyunjin, putting on his earphones: “here we go again”

“yes, love?”

GOD u wish u could wipe that cute stupid smile off his cute face

“STOP. STEALING. MY PENS.”

(○｀д´)ﾉｼ Σ(っﾟДﾟ)っ

u’re going to sue chan

why chan, u ask

bc “bickering with han jisung daily” was definitely not part of the contract he gave u when u decided to join the skz criminal investigation division

but here u are

shooting glares at the special agent sitting at his table across yours, filling in paperwork with your carrot pen

and that’s just how everyday is

he teases you all the time and takes ur things

you take revenge by stealing from his ‘secret’ lollipop stash

“STOP. STEALING. MY CANDIES.”

you, popping one into your mouth: “i literally don’t know what you’re talking about, love”

(ง •̀_•́)ง “u come near my babies again and i’ll FIGHT u”

he says that

but jisung always buys more of your favourite flavour

he'd rather quit than admit that to you though !!

the two of you bicker 24/7

and everyone else just wants you two to shut up and kiss

i mean

it’s not like u two hated each other or anything

hate is a strong word

and deep down the two of u know it’s all just friendly banter

and u know this because

there was this one time

u had to stay up late to catch up on the biggest pile of paperwork u’ve been procrastinating on

at god-knows-what-o’clock u decided to rest ur eyes

just close them for a couple of minutes,, right? (◍ᐡᐤᐡ◍)

wrong!

u ended up closing them for a good HOUR before waking up and realising that u

one: did NOT finish the pile of work u promised chan u’d hand him that day

and two: overslept and is most definitely very, very late to a very important meeting

u wanted to cry but fuck u didn’t even have the TIME to cry

just when u thought ur day couldn’t get worse

it suddenly rained hard when u were just 5 minutes away from the office

( ◞‸◟)

sorry reader

that day was just /not/ ur day

u stepped into the office shivering like one of minho’s kittens after a bath, drenched from head to toe and creating mini puddles wherever u stand

u barely sat down when jisung threw something at u

honestly u were about to yell at him but then u saw

?????

he threw u his hoodie

and sweatpants

and also the warmest towel

and u just sat there staring at him bc ur last half of a braincell was: surprised

“hurry up and go change before u catch a cold, dummy”

u would’ve smacked him for calling u a dummy on any other day

but u made ur way to the restroom and changed

jisung’s hoodie felt way better than the soaked dress shirt you had on

it he smelled nice too

u’ll never know how chaotic his heart became when he saw u waddle back to ur desk looking like the absolute love of his life in his clothes

han jisung on the outside: ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎

han jisung on the inside: ⁄(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ㅅ⁄<⁄ ⁄)⁄ AKJSDFSDFASKDJ

u also don’t know this but han went to chan that day and asked him to let u off the hook for being late that day

he also asked for half of your paperwork

but this one u found out

bc u bumped into him walking towards chan’s office holding a stack of paper with a bright yellow post-it on top of it

and your name written on said post-it

“is that,,, my paperwork?”

…………

“,,,,no?”

“han jisung”

“alrightyeahmaybe…..”

“u-u did my paperwork for me?” (˃̣̣̥^˂̣̣̥`)

“don’t think too much of it, i was uh- i was just bored WAIT WHY ARE U CRYINGKSJDF”

that was a one-time thing

but yeah u definitely don’t hate jisung

and u’re pretty sure he doesn’t hate u too

even if u purposefully annoy each other on a daily basis

“i hate paperwork”

“yn if u say that one more fucking time i SWEAR-”

“u’ll do it for me?” (◕ᴗ◕`)

“U WISH”

:(((((

hyunjin: “okay shut up lovebirds. i have good news and bad news, which one do u want to hear first”

“good….?”

“good news !! you don’t have to do paperwork”

＾ワ＾) “and why is that?”

“bang chan is assigning u on another undercover case”

“that’s not bad news hyun-“

“-with jisung”

＾ワ＾) ?????!?!???!?!?!WHAT

u physically can’t even be together with jisung for longer than 2,5 seconds without start bickering with each other

what does he MEAN chan is assigning u two on an undercover case

“which part of ‘i’m assigning u and jisung on an undercover case’ do u not get”

“IT’S LIKE U DON’T EVEN KNOW US CHAN”

“listen . it’s a one-shot mission and i’m sure the two of u won’t fuck up. me assigning two of my best agents for this case is a well-thought decision”

( ´•︵•` )

ok so the case

a new club recently opened in town

and it’s currently the most popular one bc the owner is a very famous millionaire and has his famous guests over all of the time

however

there has been a couple of reports asking the officials to check for some suspicious activities going on inside

the reports seemed valid considering how details from different sources matched with each other

but the police can’t just barge in and do a thorough check

bc the one who owns the club is kind of a big deal

so ;—;

u and jisung

dressed up in the prettiest fanciest celebrity-like fits u own

in u go

it didn’t take the two of u long before u gathered up information

all u had to do now is catch them in the act and get rock solid evidence

it was supposed to be a simple fishy drug trade in a very fancy club’s private bathroom

from one of the stalls u got clear view of everything happening

but u weren’t paying attention

one second u were done sending the pictures to hyunjin

the next second u heard jisung yell ur name and suddenly someone’s on the ground ( ｡ _ ｡ )

turns out that someone barged in, attempting to shoot u but jisung got to him first

but they both didn’t miss

jisung took a bullet to his shoulder instead of u

from then on

ur body autopiloted and everything else was a blur

u helped him apply pressure on the wound as u requested help

guilt swallowed u whole when u saw him wince a little bc he thought u weren’t looking :((

the ambulance came and chan and hyunjin followed not long after

u just let them move jisung onto the stretcher and followed silently, not letting go of his hand

:(( jisung thinks seeing u like this hurts more than his wound does

“it’s okay, i’m okay. it’s not ur fault, yn”

he gave u a smile and squeezed ur hand but u know he’s just saying that bc he doesn’t want u to feel bad and worry

if it weren’t for bang chan asking u to stay for a couple of statements,

u would’ve gotten into the ambulance with jisung

(๑•́ ᎔ ก̀๑)

but u went to the hospital right after

u waited outside during the surgery and u saw him for a little while when he was still asleep

u haven’t seen him again since then

the next few days jisung was in the hospital, everything felt so… empty

the office felt so empty without jisung

u didn’t even know why u kept staring at his table

it wasn’t like he was going to pop out of nowhere

but (´•̥ ᵔ •̥`) u wish he would

hyunjin followed u everywhere and made sure to drag u away from paperwork for breaks and lunch

felix made u ur favourite batch of cookies in hopes u’ll cheer up

lee know even came in with two bags full of ur favourite snacks

“he’s not dead, yn”

but u know he was worried too

the office was just so gloomy without jisung

u can’t believe u’re saying this but u miss him

u miss bickering with him

u miss his stupid laugh when u yell out his name

u’d even let him steal all ur good pens if it means he’s going to be okay and come back

by the end of the week, chan finally had enough

“yn u know u can’t keep doing this to urself”

“do what”

“come on, if there was one thing u hate the most it’s paperworks and u've been throwing urself into that without a single complaint.. it’s honestly quite concerning”

･o･ “u… called me in bc i wasn’t complaining about paperworks?”

“we both know why u’re here >: and i’m not talking to u as ur chief, i’m talking to u as a friend >: ”

……..

“i just miss him so much…. and it’s my fault, chan, it’s my fault he got hurt like that and he kept saying that he’s okay but-“

u felt bad for bursting out to chan like that but he was the one who cornered u first so >:

u walked out of chan’s office eyes puffy and although the others probably heard, u still hoped they don’t see u like this

u were about to dash for the restroom and hide there until ur eyes de-puff but

“i didn’t know u’d miss me this much”

???

?!@#$*(!@#$)!&@#%

u whipped ur head so fast and there han jisung was wearing his cute stupid smile

normally u would’ve thought of a snarky comeback already

but seeing him there right in front of u after a whole jisungless week

and after ur little breakdown session with chan

u couldn’t help but burst into tears again and hugged him like he was going to disappear if u didn’t hold him tight enough ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

jisung bit his lip to hold back a wince but couldn’t help and let out a little hiss when u bumped into the bandage on his shoulder

“i-i’m sorry”

u pulled away a little feeling bad for hurting him but he had u in his arms once again, holding u just as tight

“i’m perfectly fine, see? i’m not going anywhere, u can’t get rid of me that fast”

(´ •̥◡•̥ `) jisung smiled so wide when he heard ur tiny giggle

his babey ! no longer sad !

god knows how long the two of u stayed there hugging

until u heard someone clear their throat

that someone being chan

“i’m sorry but can u hug somewhere else, i really need to go”

bonus:

“wait u’re already discharged from the hospital?” (• . • ?)

“i heard u missed me and i can’t let my baby miss me any longer”

“han jisung-“

“i mean, i can’t say i didn’t miss u too-“

“U STILL HAVE UR HOSPITAL BRACELET ON U DID U RUN AWAY?????!!!!”

“……..i? discharged? myself?”

hhhHHHHhhhhh

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kenjikutie · 4 years

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summary: you and kageyama had made many promises to one another, but, perhaps the king doesn’t need a princess after all word count: 2k warnings: none! just a lot of angst pairing: kageyama tobio x fem!reader

you would always remember your first day of middle school. that was the day that you decided your older brother would forever be the bane of your existence. not only had he left you at home without waking you up but, he had also begun his walk without you, leaving you to navigate your way through the bustling streets of japan

with every step you took, you swore that your lungs were about to give out. you still had no idea how tooru did this every day and stayed after school for volleyball practice. maybe you could put shaving cream in his pillow or hide his sports sneakers as revenge for leaving you all alone, but, he had gotten you the coveted manager position for his team, so, that was something he could hold over your head for months to come

so lost in your thoughts of revenge, you didn’t notice that you had slowed down to a nearly crawling speed, causing the person behind you to knock right into your back, sending you flying to the concrete, papers and books scattering all around, getting trampled by the passerby

“i- i’m sorry!”, a small voice cried out, reaching down to lift you off of the ground and awkwardly dust off your shoulder

you giggled and ran a hand through your hair, holding up your hands, “no, it’s okay! i promise.”

judging by his uniform, he was also a first year in middle school and you were certain you had never seen someone look so nervous. maybe he was lost like you were. there was a pale blush on his face, one which only grew deeper when you walked up to him, curiously leaning inward

“what’s your name?”, you hadn’t even noticed how close the two of you were

you had always been a bubbly person, just like your elder brother. personal space had never been a phrase in your vocabulary and it had been fine that way in elementary school, but you supposed it was time for you to mature a little bit. after all, curiosity did kill the cat

backing up, you held out your hand for him to shake, “i’m oikawa y/n! im a first year, too!”

still, the boy said nothing, clearly too frazzled to open his mouth. with a soft laugh, you picked up the books and papers you had dropped, not minding that he didn’t help. when you came back up from the ground, you noticed that he hadn’t moved at all

taking his hand in yours, you began to run in the direction of your middle school, ignoring his surprised gasp and quiet protests. eventually, he relaxed in your grip and ran beside you, instead of letting you drag him around like a ragdoll

quietly, kageyama snuck a glance at your face, feeling the godforsaken blush from earlier creep it’s way back up his neck. you had to have been the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his short lifespan. no, scratch that- you were the prettiest girl anyone could ever see-

he was almost sad when the two of you reached the gate of kitagawa first. your hand quickly untangled itself from his and you turned to him with a wide grin. kageyama swore his heart had never beaten so fast

“i’ll see you later! thanks for running with me.”, before you could turn around, he clutched onto your jacket, effectively stopping you

“k-kageyama tobio.”, he let out a shaky sigh, “that’s my name.”

after that encounter, you became what kageyama tobio would consider to be his closest friend. each day, there would be a pouch of yogurt or a carton of strawberry milk sitting on your desk, a desk specifically chosen by you due to it’s location-right behind kageyama’s head-

you loved to annoy him during class by poking him with your pencil or slipping notes into the hood of his jacket for him to find later. kageyama would never tell you that he kept them all in a small box on his dresser

during his first year, kageyama knew that you were the only reason he stayed on the volleyball team. anytime your brother teased him, you were jumping on his case, pulling his hair and whining for him to not bully your best friend. oikawa would just ruffle your hair and begin to tease you about having a little crush

kageyama didn’t like that. he didn’t like the idea of you having feelings or even a close friendship wth someone that wasn’t him. you were the only person he felt he could go to when he was overwhelmed, the only that would lay with him and watch clouds on the weekends and the only one who would stay in the gym with him until the late hours of the night to toss volleyballs

“hey, yn? you’re still gonna be my best friend in high school, right?”, kageyama had asked as the two of you sat on the gym steps, quietly sipping from your waterbottles

you quirked a brow, wondering where that question had come from, “of course i am, tobio! do you really think i would leave you all alone?”

kageyama went quiet and you worried that you had said something wrong. without thinking, you reached over and grabbed his hand, feeling him tense under your hold. you could have sworn that his cheeks turned bright red as soon as your fingers grazed one another

so, you sat there underneath the moonlight, feeling your heart begin to beat a little bit faster when your best friend intertwined his fingers with yours, slightly squeezing

but, that connection all changed one quiet, fall day in third year. that was the first time a pouch of yogurt didn’t show up on your desk. you had matured a lot since the first day you met kageyama. you weren’t as curious as before and certainly not as naive

you knew that kageyama and you had lost touch and that things weren’t the same as before. after you quit managing for the volleyball team, late night meetings stopped and hanging out together for lunch was pushed aside for extra practice. it was beginning to drive you crazy

to fill the void left by kageyama, you started to hang out more with the other third years, such as kunimi and kindaichi. but after a while, kunimi began to see the lost look in your eyes whenever you glanced towards kageyama’s locker, only to find him missing

but, the lazy boy didn’t have the heart to tell you what had happened to your old best friend. he couldn’t let you know how kageyama screamed at them, how he slammed balls on the court out of frustration, how he had become the king

kunimi knew it was only a matter of time until you found out, though. you had always been smarter than anyone he knew. so, it didn’t surprise him when you arrived at their final game of the season, cheeks painted in their school colors and your old manager jacket on your shoulders

standing at the top of the bleachers, you admired the way kageyama looked in his uniform. he was more mature now from the looks of him but you could tell he still drank his milk and yogurt cartons before every game, judging from the amount of them in the trash can

your heart nearly lept out of your chest when he turned to look up at you, your eyes connecting with his blue ones. you weren’t sure what kageyama was thinking about or if he was even happy to see you there but you were sure his eyes widened just a little bit

after about an hour, the game was in full force and you had been exposed to a side of kageyama you had never seen before. your heart beat faster form the crazed, furious look in his eyes anytime he glanced at his teammates and you couldn’t help but wonder what happened to the boy who was lost on your first day of school

but, the worst was yet to come. when kageyama reaches backward for a set, preparing to score the final point, no one came to receive it. the entire arena was silent, as if everyone was afraid to move and you saw kageyama crack like marble

the game ended after that with a final loss for kitagawa first. you exchanged glances with kunimi, noting the lack of expression in his eyes. you assumed that putting kageyama in his place was enough for him to feel satisfied with how their final season ended

kageyama shoved past his teammates, knocking their shoulders so hard you thought they might fall over. quickly gathering your things, you sprinted down the stairs of the bleachers and towards where you had seen him leave

you skid to a stop when you saw his back, frozen where he stood, fists clenched so tightly he may burst blood vessels. your eyes softened at how tense his shoulders were and you so badly wanted to reach out and help him, but that wasn’t your place anymore

as you took one step forward, kageyama turned to face you, a glaring look in his eyes that made you shiver, “what the hell are you doing here?”

the phrase was a snarl

“i...i wanted to check on you, because-“

“because you feel sorry for me? i don’t need your pity and i don’t want it either!”

running a hand through your hair, you shook your head and glanced up at him, “i don’t pity you. i just wanted to help you...”

kageyama rolled his eyes and chucked the volleyball in his hand at the wall, not even flinching as the sound echoed through the hall. you, however, jolted at the action and took a step back

“what happened to you?”, your voice was barely a whisper

his eyes flared as he turned to face you, “what happened to me? are you serious? what about you, huh? quitting the manager job even though you loved it! you changed everything about who you are!”

you were starting to get angrier; you could feel it in your gut, “i grew up, kageyama! maybe you should try it and stop acting like an arrogant brat!”

kageyama nearly pouted when he heard you call him by his surname. you hadn’t used it for the whole time he knew you. maybe he really had messed everything up this time, but it was too late for apologies now

“i don’t need to explain anything to you! i never even cared about you in the first place! you were always annoying. clinging to my sleeve like some child.”

your eyes were beginning to fill with tears and kageyama felt like he had been punched in the gut when a few rolled down your cheeks. stop it, he told himself. you’re screwing it all up! don’t lost her like this! but he wouldn’t listen, not even to himself

wiping at your eyes with your sleeve, you sniffled then flares up at the boy you used to call your favorite person in the world

“you know what? you’re the king now, great job! you’re the greatest player on the team. but, you’re also the worst human being i’ve met! you care abut no one but yourself and only think about your own future, disregarding everyone else who tries to help you!”

kageyama had never seen you this angry and it terrified him. perhaps, some part of him always thought you would come back to him, sit with him on the gym steps again and count the stars in the sky as he rested his head on your shoulder but that was all gone now

“so im done, kageyama. stay away from me, got it?”

as soon as you turned around, he reached out for you, pulling his arm back as soon as it left his side. why had it had to happen like this? why was he so selfish? if only he had accepted your help, then he still would have had you by his side

maybe he would get another chance one day. if the world allowed him, he would reincarnate as someone who could love you the way you deserved. someone who didn’t push you away, and just maybe... you could love one another again

“hi, im kageyama tobio. it’s nice to meet you.”

“im oikawa yn! it’s nice to meet you too!”

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theunknowncryptid · 4 years

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Chapter 15 - April 2015

Masterlist

Jungkook x Y/n

After half of the Earth’s population is killed, International Governments take drastic action and Y/n is forced to live her worst nightmare.

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April 2015

The sky was turning darker faster than Y/n would have liked. She glanced up warily and silently willed the barista to hurry. Y/n would have to move fast if she was going to make it to Jungkook’s house before the rain fell. The air felt heavy with mist and the open street was littered with new spring leaves. Wind danced around the few people that were willing to be awake at 8am on a Saturday. It lifted the edges of Y/n’s jacket and hair.

“Here you go. Have a nice day.” Said the woman at the coffee cart, handing Y/n a carrier with two coffees and a bag with croissants. Y/n smiled her thanks and started her walk from downtown. Her heeled boots clicked quietly against the pavement. Brick buildings reflected golden light across the sidewalk. Y/n sighed contentedly. Months ago, she would have despised the idea of waking up early and walking across town. Now, it was a different story. Dating Jungkook had made Y/n happier than she could ever remember being. He made everything better. Y/n’s steps felt lighter and the air smelled sweeter. So, waking up early to bring her boyfriend breakfast and a good morning kiss seemed like a doable activity.

Y/n smiled as she thought about the last few months. Memories flooded her brain and Y/n had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud. She thought about their first date, three months ago- awkward and uncomfortable. Should she hold his hand? Would he hold her hand? What should she order at dinner? Jungkook wore a tie and kept fumbling over his words. Half the night Y/n kept crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table. Finally, Jungkook sighed, pulled roughly at his tie and ripped it over his head.

“This is stupid” He said. “Do you want to go see a movie or something?”

The waitress returned with their meals to $30 left on the table. The rest of the night was spent laughing at cheesy horror movies. Halfway through the second movie, Jungkook leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n’s lips. He moved slowly and with hesitation. Pulling back, Y/n noticed the look in his eyes. Jungkook looked nervous, but happy. Then, he smiled widely.

After that, things fell into place naturally. Because they had been friends for years, Y/n felt as though they had been together forever. Jungkook held her hand in the hallway and walked her to class. Y/n knew that she had never smiled or laughed more in her life. About a month ago, Jungkook had tried to convince her to skip class. He pulled her by the hand behind the stairs and trapped her between his body and the wall.

“You hate Biology anyway!” Jungkook complained. He punctuated each word with a kiss.

“We can’t skip class!” Y/n giggled. Jungkook wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her to his height. Y/n squealed and pounded playfully on his chest, unknowingly catching the attention of Mr. Fritz. The teacher found them pressed against the wall, sufficiently late for class. Y/n was grounded from seeing Jungkook for a week after that.

Y/n smiled as she walked. She was halfway to Jungkook’s house now. The cold air sent chills up her spine. It reminded Y/n of two nights ago in Jungkook’s truck. For their three month anniversary Jungkook had driven them an hour away to cliffs overlooking the ocean. He backed his truck up to the cliff, much to Y/n’s horror (Jungkook wasn’t the best driver), and lifted the hood off the truck bed. Arranged in the bed were blankets, pillows, and some snacks. Y/n smiled and threw her arms around her boyfriend.

The pair watched the sun set over the sea until the stars were visible. Innocent cuddling slowly turned to passionate kissing. Shaking hands pulled off clothing and the chilly air formed goosebumps on exposed skin. Jungkook kissed Y/n softly to try and soothe the pain. When both were left panting and exhausted, Jungkook pulled Y/n against him under the blanket.

“I love you,” He said. Y/n pressed a quick kiss to Jungkook’s lips.

“I love you, too”

Reliving the moment brought a blush to Y/n’s cheeks. She hadn’t seen Jungkook since they had slept together and Y/n was itching to see him again. She thought that she had been in love before, but now.. It was like she needed Jungkook to breathe. Every part of her wanted him and 48 hours without him was torture.

Y/n tried to get a handle on herself as she turned onto their street. The Jeon family house was four houses down from the Y/l/n’s. Y/n looked up at the grey sky. It was starting to sprinkle. She just made it under the porch awning before the rain began pouring. Y/n knocked on the familiar door.

After a moment, a beautiful woman opened the door. Her black, shoulder length hair was streaked with grey, revealing her age. Her face was wrinkless and kind. She smiled warmly at Y/n.

“Good morning,” Jungkook’s mother said, stepping aside so Y/n could come in.

“Good morning, Mrs. Jeon. Is Jungkook awake?” Y/n asked. Mrs. Jeon laughed.

“Probably not, but you can go down and wake him.” Mrs. Jeon pointed to the stairs just off the entryway. Y/n thanked the woman and headed for the stairs.

Jungkook’s bedroom was in the basement of the house. A short hallway decorated with family photos led to Jungkook’s bedroom and a small bathroom. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the sound of quiet voices coming from the bedroom. Curious, she crept forward quietly, trying to see through the slightly ajar door.

“You gotta tell her.” A voice pleaded. Y/n tilted her head slightly. She knew that voice. It was Taehyung. “This has gone on long enough.”

Y/n moved closer so that she could see in the cracked door. Jungkook was sitting on the edge of his bed with his back turned to Y/n. He was still wearing his pyjamas and looked as if he had just woken up. In the grey, morning light coming from the window, he seemed to glow. He looked like a Greek God with bedhead. Taehyung was standing, fully dressed, in front of Jungkook. His face had a stern expression, like that of a teacher giving a lecture. Y/n had never seen Taehyung look like this before.

“No,” Jungkook muttered. He was looking at the ground, refusing to meet Taehyung’s eyes.

“You gotta tell her!” Taehyung insisted.

“No.” Jungkook shook his head. Taehyung ran a hand over his face impatiently.

“Y/n thinks your relationship is real, Jungkook!” Taehyung said. Y/n stepped back subconsciously. This conversation made no sense. A horrible churn pulled in Y/n’s stomach.

“What am I supposed to do? Admit it was all a big joke!” Jungkook yelled. Y/n’s breath caught in her throat. Her head was spinning with confusion. Unknowingly, Y/n tightened her fists. The bag of pastries crinkled in her hands, breaking the silence in the hallway. On the other side of the door, Taehyung looked up. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped.

“Y/n…” Taehyung gasped. Jungkook turned and stood up, fast. He locked eyes with Y/n to find only anger and hurt. Stressed out, nauseous, and losing focus, Y/n calmly set down the coffees and croissants on a side table, then turned and ran.

“Y/n, wait!” Jungkook yelled. Y/n could hear him running up the stairs behind her, but she didn’t stop. She rushed forward, pulled open the front door and ran out of the house. The rain was falling heavily, but Y/n didn’t care. She needed to be out of that house. She didn’t want to hear anymore of the conversation. She didn’t want to understand.

“Y/n! Stop!” Jungkook yelled. Y/n made it to the street before he caught her. Jungkook grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. His hair was sticking to his face from rain and his clothes were quickly becoming soaked.

“I can explain,” Jungkook said. His face was desperate and worried.

“Then explain!” Y/n yelled over the rain. She was furious now and she was directing her rage straight toward Jungkook. “What did you mean our relationship is a joke?”

Jungkook dropped her arm. “Please don’t be mad.” He pleaded. Y/n just glared through the rain.

“Cade Patel dared me… that I couldn’t get you to sleep with me by graduation.” Jungkook said slowly. His eyes bored holes into Y/n’s. “Taehyung and Jimin told me that you liked me, so I took the bet.”

Tears fell over relentlessly and Y/n only hoped that Jungkook couldn’t tell in the rain. She didn’t want him to have the satisfaction. It took all Y/n’s effort just to remain standing and not fall to pieces in the middle of the street. The man she was in love with was telling her that their relationship… didn’t exist.

“I’m so sorry,” Jungkook said. He stepped forward with his arms raised and Y/n flinched away. His face fell even further. “It started as a joke, but it’s different now!”

Y/n looked down at the street. She couldn’t look at his face.

“You said that you loved me.” Y/n sobbed. “You’re my best friend.”

Jungkook looked at her in a loss. There was nothing to say and there was nothing to do. He felt tears pricking at his eyes painfully.

“Please, Y/n..”

Y/n backed away. She couldn’t take this anymore. Her heart was broken.

“I don’t want to see you again.” Y/n muttered quietly. She turned and ran down the street, leaving Jungkook alone, frozen, and full of regret.

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wayward-mikaelson · 4 years

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But I Didn’t, Did I?

Word Count: 2497

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Characters: Cas, Reader, Dean, and Sam

About: The Reader, the younger Winchester sibling, is on a forbidden solo hunt that almost goes south leaving her bleeding out but she manages to get back to her motel. Cas finds her and is furious with her and lets her know it. But he accidentally let’s out his true feelings for her.

Warning: Language, Blood and Gore, Fighting, Angst, Fluff, SMUT, Unprotected Sex (don’t be silly wrap that willy), Rough Sex, Caught the morning after.

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I'm thrown into a nearby wall.

The back of my head smacking it so hard that I almost pass out.

Story of my fucking life when I go solo hunting.

That's going to leave me sore in the morning, I think as I get back and pick up my gun. This was such a horrible idea but, it's too late to turn back now that I am facing the werewolf that both my brothers and Cas told me not to hunt. If this wolf doesn't kill me then Dean will have my head on the chopping block before I could give some dumb ass excuse.

"For a Winchester you suck ass. Bad," The wolf taunts me. "It's no wonder they keep you locked away. I bet you can't even shoot me without missing the first few times." The wolf beings to circle me showing me his nasty teeth. "I could make your death so quick and leave your body for your brothers to find. But then of course they will stop at nothing until I'm either way." The wolf stops and stares at me. "But then again, I'm not one to leave messes behind."

The wolf lunges at me and tackles me to the ground. I do everything to keep his teeth from biting me. I kick and punch this way and that but not much damage is done to him. He grabs my arm and digs his nasty nails into the muscle and I scream out. Yep, my brothers are going to kill me for going out hunting if I survive this.

My gun slides from my hand and I roll over on my hands and knees and make my way towards it. The wolf pulls me back and attempts to bite me. I kick him square in the face and quickly get my gun and spin around and shoot him directly in the heart. He looks down at his chest as the blood starts to spill from it. Then he looks back up at me and smiles. "I take that back," he says with blood coming out. "You don't suck ass." The wolf falls on his face.

I hang my head back and stare at the night sky. The stars are beautiful and I can make out the Big Dipper. My arm starts to throb once I realize I relaxed too long. I look down to see my entire left arm in covered in blood. I start to act quickly. I pull my belt off and wrap it above the wound and tighten it up as much as I could. I take my flannel off and tie it over the wound. That should hold until I get back to the motel. The motel I paid for with the card I stole from Sam. It wouldn't be long until he was able to track it down and both he and Dean were at my door.

I make my way to the car that i took from the bunker. Another thing that my brothers will have my ass over. I turn the ignition and drove off. I think about anything but my throbbing arm. I can start to feel myself start shake. Just a few more minutes. I can start to see the stupid neon sign to the motel.

I quickly park the car and get out. I throw open the trunk and pull out my first aide kit and the bottle of whiskey I swiped from Deans room. I kick open the door and before I could close the door and set things down, I hear the door slam and I am being pinned to the door. My adrenaline starts to rise again and the throbbing in my arm slowly fades away. Just as fast as the adrenaline comes, it fades away when I realize it's not a monster or my brothers.

"How did you find me, Cas?" I ask the angel. He has a hand on my shoulder. The look on his face is pure anger. How can an angel like him hold so much anger in his face? In his eyes?

"It was not hard," Cas replies. He notices my bandaged arm and takes the tied up shirt off and sees the belt above it. "What the hell happened?" He asks pulling me from the door and leading me to the bed.

"You're not going to tell Sam and Dean are you?" I ask as Cas inspects the wound. His hands are gentle but his face still tells me he is furious.

"This is starting to get infected," Cas ignores the question. "Luckily, you think faster than your brothers and was able to stop it from getting worse." Well theres a plus. I'm smarter than my brothers. Maybe because we didn't have the same mother.

My mother was the smart one who had a one night stand with the man who saved her. That then resulted in me being born. I never met my father, only about him. When my mother died she said I should look for my father and gave me a number. That number lead me to the brothers that I never knew I had and the news that our father had died years ago. That was nearly five years ago. Since then, I learned the way of the 'family business' as Dean called. Turns out I inherited a lot from our dear old dead dad.

"YN," Cas says placing his hand over my arm. A soft glow of a light appears and I can see my arm start to heal. "You're arm is good along with any other injuries." Cas leans back and stares at me. "You could have died. What the hell happened?" He asks again with a firmer voice.

I swallow hard. Cas is never firm with me unless I'm careless and throwing my life into dangerous situations. "A werewolf," I say getting up and getting a glass of water. "A cocky ass werewolf who is dead. It didn't go as planned but at least the dick head is dead."

Cas rubs his face and sighs or maybe it's a groan. Either way, Cas is more irritated than normal. "You are so much like Dean on a hunt at times. Hot headed and cocky. No set plan in place."

"I had a plan Cas," I'm starting to get irritated as well. "It just didn't go as...well...planned." I turn to look at him. The anger on his face sent shivers down my spine. His face is suppose to be smooth and pure.

"And that plan almost got you killed," His voice starts to rise. "What would I tell your brothers if I found you dead?"

The anger in me starts to boil in me. "But I didn't, did I?" I snap at him. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. Hunting by myself. Making this damned world a better place by myself. I don't need my brothers twenty-four seven to do all that."

In seconds Cas is across the room. His hands grip both my upper arms. "Do you not understand, YN?" He yells. "You could have died! I could have lost you. I cannot loose you."

That's when I see it. It's not anger I see in his face, it's worry and fear and...love? My anger disappears and I feel Cas's hands loosen on my arms. Cas's face falls and he starts to leave. I take a deep breath and walk after him and take hold of his hand. "Cas," I say softly and before I could get another word out, Cas spins around and pulls me into his arms and slams his lips onto mine.

The kiss is intense and I find myself melting right into it. I run my hands up between our bodies and hold onto the collar of his trench coat. I pull back and see the worry begin to fade from his eyes and face. The worry is replaced by lust and hunger. I take a few steps back and slowly remove my shirt. Cas takes both his trench coat and coat that underneath off. He walks towards me, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it off to the side along with his shoes.

I begin to back up, kicking my shoes off to the side, until the back of my legs hit the bed. Cas closes the distance between us but putting both hands on my face and softly kissing me while wrapping an around me and laying us down on the bed.

I'm aware of a warm, tingling sensation coming from Cas's hands. Where ever his bare skin touched on mine, I would feel it. It sent waves of pleasure throughout my whole. I give a soft and small sigh. Cas pushes away and stands up. The warm feeling his skin gave me also leaves. He undoes his belts and pulls his pants down. His hard dick bouncing about making me long for it inside of me.

I get to work on getting my pants off and soon, Cas is settled between my legs. He looks at me in the eyes, I see a small hint of angelic glow in his. My brothers are going to lock me away for sure once they find out about this. Because you know, they will find out eventually. I reach between our bodies and grab Cas's hard dick. I feel him tense up as I move it to my entrance and give it a few pumps before using my free hand to pull his face down to kiss me again.

Cas pushes himself inside of me, making me moan. "Oh Jesus fuck," I sigh as we adjust to each other.

"I do not think that-" Cas starts to say but I cover his mouth.

"Cas, don't ruin this," I move my hips up and Cas starts to get the idea. The lust and hunger returning to his eyes. He takes me hands and pins them onto the bed and picks up the pace of his thrusts.

The thrusts soon become almost brutally fast. The smacking of our skin echoes in the room along with my moan like screams and whimpers. "Cas, fuck, Cas," I pant and cry out. "Oh, please don't stop."

"I do not plan on it," He purrs into my ear. He slides an arm under me and flips us over to where hes sitting and I'm in his lap. He continues to fuck me harder than before. "Now, that is better." He says taking my hands and putting them on the sides of his shoulder. "Now do not come until I tell you."

I close my eyes and bite my lip as he fucks up into me. My core and entire body start to tighten up and I will kill myself if I came without being told to. I focus on anything but coming but it's so hard when the man slash angel is fucking you so good.I bite my lip harder and taste blood.

"I wanted this for so long," Cas grunts in between each powerful and earth shattering thrust. "I always wanted to know what it felt like to be inside you. To be this close to you. To feel your body on mine. To hear you sigh, scream, moan my name."

"Cas," I whimper. I'm on edge and I need release. I need to let myself go and I need to feel him completely inside of me. "Please let me come."

"Soon," he says firmly. "I am getting close too. We will come together."

Thats when I realize, Cas's thrusts were beginning to feel sloppy and uneven. I take my hands off his shoulders and press them to his face and kiss him. "Cas, come for me." My kisses are sloppy and sweaty. "Come inside me, Cas. I need to feel you all inside me." I rest my forehead on his and stare into his eye. His teeth are clenched together grunting my name softly. His thrusts, sloppier than before, still slam into me.

"Come with me, YN," Cas says thrusting deeper. He stares right into my eyes. "Come!"

I myself go and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I scream out Cas's name, digging my nails into the sides of his face. I feel Cas come with me. I feel the warmth of his cum fill me up. HIs hands grip my sides hard enough that I know bruises will be left. He moans out my name and we fall back onto the bed.

"That was fucking amazing," I say pulling the covers over us and snuggling up next Cas. "I should go out more often on solo hunt so that you fuck me angrily like that."

"Please do not," Cas wraps me up in his arms. My head rests on his chest. "I cannot bare to loose you. That is why, when I figured it out where you were going, I followed you. I was late to jump into your case but, I was also almost late. You could have bleed out right here in the room if you didn't patch your arm up right."

Listening to Cas talk about how much he cares for me, makes me guilty for going out in the first place. But then he and I wouldn't have had amazing sex and I wouldn't have known his true feelings towards me. I sit up and look at him. His blue eyes staring right back at me. I lean up and kiss him gently. "I love you, too." I say laying my head back down before passing out for the evening.

I sleep peacefully.

Until the door to motel is kicked down.

I jump up in bed, still naked from the night before. Cas is still next to me, angel blade at the ready. Naked as well. In storms both my brothers. Guns drawn with looks of anger and worry on their faces. I quickly pull up the covers to cover my bare breasts. Dean sees this and then sees Cas besides me.

Deans holsters the gun. "You guys better have some sort of clothing under there."

"Uh, Dean," Sam says looking around at the floor. Dean follows his gaze and the horror and realization falls on his face.

Dean makes his way towards the bed. Well it was nice knowing freedom, I jokingly think. Dean pulls me up by my arm and picks up my bag from the ground. He leads me to the bathroom, not without me stumbling over my shaking legs. Shaking legs from being fucked to oblivion by a celestial being. Dean looks at me and then back at Cas. More horror covering his face.

Once in the bathroom, I turn to see Cas already getting dressed. He's facing me as he buttons up his shirt and give me a satisfying smile. I give one in return and Dean sees it. He tosses the bag onto the counter. "Get cleaned up and dressed. We are all going home. And you," Dean closes the door. "You and I are going to have some words about this."

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lailannajacobs · 4 years

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A Shattered Promise and an Unbreakable Bond | Counterfeit Criminals pt.12

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: Some serious stuff happens up in space.

Warnings: Lotta angst and pain, sorry my friends

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: So....yeah....all I’m going to say is that this is not a long chapter, but a lot happens. Hope you enjoy! Always love to hear what you think! <3

Chapter Twelve

Swearing was the first thing you were conscious of. It was in a language you didn’t know, and you could barely hear it over the ringing in your ears, but you knew it was swearing. Loki was swearing - that was something you’d never heard before and you knew that whatever was happening wasn’t good.

The world around you blinked into focus as you cracked your eyes open, one of them sticky with, what you realized with tender finger to the temple, was blood. You turned slowly, trying to remember where you were and what had happened. Somehow, you were buckled into the passenger seat of your ship. A massive boom hit the ship, the impact shook you around, your weak body tossed around in the seat. Loki’s frantic voice edged its way out of the fog of your memory and into the present as you began to piece together what had happened. You couldn’t have been out for long, but the pounding in your head was too fresh for you to do much more than tilt your head.

“Loki,” You croaked, your voice hoarse as if you hadn’t spoken in days.

His attention snapped to you so fast you wondered if you had shouted his name instead of whispered it. Relief filled his face when his quick scan of your body revealed nothing new but was quickly banished by cold efficiency that bordered on murderous.

“Where is your ship’s shield?” He demanded, eyes darting across the console.

It took you longer than usual to process the question, your mind still in a daze, “I don’t have one.”

He stilled, whatever realization he’d come to worse than you had first thought. Focusing on your breathing, you waited until you felt close enough to normal that you could ignore the pain from the blast and direct that adrenaline into a plan of action.

With the seeds of a plan taking root, you were about to unbuckle yourself when his hand shot out, pinning you to the seat with a hand on your chest.

“Don’t,” He warned, eyes dangerous.

The look didn’t deter you, especially not as he swerved to avoid another hit, “I’m not sitting this out. Don’t think I haven’t recognized the Praxians out there. They’re here for me.”

“You almost died,” He stated as if that was the end of the discussion.

Like hell it was.

“It happens,” You growled, throwing his hand back at him and unbuckling your seatbelt, “One of the many perks of being human. Now, unless you want to guarantee my death, move.”

If he was surprised by the fact that you’d caught on and were ready for battle so quickly, he didn’t show it in anything more than a piercing look and a clenched jaw. If anything, he looked downright furious, but not enough so that his pride made him stay in his seat. He evaded an incoming shot before relinquishing control.

Buckling yourself into the seat, you assessed the damage. Your heart dropped. You were only going to be able to remain space-bound for another twenty minutes or so.

“How many?” You demanded, scanning the radar.

“Only three.”

You searched for the relief in his voice, but it wasn’t there. The Praxians weren’t known for their bedside manner - they shot to kill. Still, the odds could have been worse. They were good enough for your plan to possibly work.

“I’ll keep the ships distracted,” You began, feeling his eyes on you as he waited to hear what you had in mind, "Can you teleport into the enemy ships and take them out from the inside?”

He nodded, changing into battle gear before your eyes. Another blast skimmed the back of your ship and you swore, straining to keep it steady. Loki marked the Praxian ships on the radar with his finger, outlining his own strategy so that you wouldn’t shoot him out into space.

Caught up in the plan, you barely managed to avoid a shot that would have torn the ship in two. Loki still didn’t move.

“Go,” You ordered when he shot you a long look.

He pursed his lips, dipped his head and then vanished.

The strange look he’d had on his face was imprinted in your mind, but you had to push it aside and concentrate. You’d be no use to him if you were dead. You aimed the ship back toward the astroid field, using the massive rocks as cover. It would make hitting the other ships harder, but that wasn’t your job - you needed to keep their attention off Loki for as long as possible.

The next fifteen minutes were the longest of your life. Every shot, you took afraid you’d hit Loki by mistake. Once he had taken down an enemy ship, he returned to yours, murderous, but always looking for you and scanning to make sure you were all right before returning out to the ships. You shot at the Praxians relentlessly, but you never knew if your diversions were working or if they even helped. Your muscles strained and your hands were cramped but you continued without fail, not about to leave him helpless.

An eternity later, the last ship went down, but nothing even close to relief went through your body. Jamming the ship into idle, you stood up and paced back and forth, wondering where the hell he was. He had to be alive. He had to. You checked your radar, checked every sensor on your ship and still nothing showed any evidence that Loki was still alive.

Your ship’s alert system blared through the ship, warning you that you only had a few more minutes until it was no longer functional. You stilled, unable to follow the warning; not when it would take you less than a minute to get to his planet. You weren’t leaving without him unless it was the only way you’d make it out alive.

A strange zap sounded through the air and you knew immediately what had happened. Whipping around, you found Loki collapsed on the floor, struggling to get back up. There was so much blood everywhere, it was all you could see.

You ran over, helping him back up, “Loki!” You fingers fluttered to his face, trying to find the source of the pain, “What happened?”

“Are you hurt?” He demanded, the ferocity in his eyes not dimmed by the amount of blood covering his shirt.

You desperately hoped it wasn’t his, but judging by the grimace on his face, your hopes were in vain. All you could manage was a quick shake of your head. The relief on his face told you that was all the answer he needed.

You lifted his shirt, only to see a gaping hole in his abdomen. You sucked in a breath, your heart stopping at the sight.

“I’ll heal,” He replied gruffly.

With a pointed look in his direction, you whispered, “You’d better.”

He forced a smile, but it lacked some of his usual insouciance.

The alarm picked up again, reminding you that you had less than two minutes to go before you’d be stranded. As much as you wanted to stay by his side, you knew you had to go. You weren’t out of the woods yet, but you hadn’t gone through all this to die now.

“Don’t move,” You ordered, knowing he was liable to try and steer the ship himself.

You were steps away from your seat when Loki shouted your name, the sheer panic in his voice rooting you to the spot. Somehow, he was at your side, shoving you out of the way seconds before an enemy dagger came down on you. Only it hit Loki instead, piercing him in the chest. You screamed.

The Praxian lifted his head, eyes locked on his target - you. Loki crumpled to the ground, the second injury too much for even his body and the man stepped over him. His dagger dripped with blood as he advanced, guarded, but ready to attack.

You weren’t afraid. The mix of anger, grief and adrenaline had made everything perfectly clear and you knew this man would die the moment you reached your gun. The sight of Loki’s pale body on the floor of your ship and the blaring alarm meant there was no room for error. He’d stabbed Loki. He had to pay for that.

Your body moved as if someone else was pulling the strings, your mind shifting into a state of cold detachment until you’d taken the two steps to your gun, aimed and pulled the trigger. The man collapsed, taking the last of the threats with him.

Or so you thought.

Loki groaned, the sound hollow and unlike anything you’d ever heard come out of his mouth. You were at his side, knees hitting the ground with a pain you didn’t feel, cupping his face in your hands. You searched for any sign that the man in your arms was an illusion, but you’d gotten too good at your little game to think he wasn’t real. This time, nothing about his injuries were fake, especially not the gash in his abdomen and the knife still sticking out of his chest. His eyes began to glaze over. It was a miracle he was still alive, but it wasn’t looking like he would be for much longer.

You needed to stop the bleeding. You needed to do something. He needed to live. You couldn’t let him die.

“YN,”

“Loki,” A tear drop fell on his chest and you realized you were crying, “I need to fix you up, okay?”

A watery smirk pulled weakly at the corners of his mouth. You couldn’t stand the sight. He had accepted his fate. He knew he was dying.

“I figured it out,” He wheezed, gripping onto your hand as if it was a lifeline.

You shook your head, choking on a sob, “Don’t. Tell me after.”

There was so much you wanted to say to him, and so much you’d said that you wished you hadn’t, but those green eyes were dimming and he wouldn’t let go; he wasn’t letting you save him. You wanted to fight him, beg him to hold on a little longer, but you couldn’t seem to move.

With his free hand, he brushed away one of your tears with his thumb, forcing his sly smirk back into place. If it hadn’t been half as alight as it usually was, you might have been able to stop the tears from flowing even harder.

“I figured out what I’m good at,” He rasped, his breathing shallow and laboured.

“Tell me later?” You begged, “Please.”

He pulled you close for a soft, fleeting kiss, his lips cold on yours.

“I’m good at keeping you alive,” He murmured, the hint of a small, satisfied smile on his mouth.

Then his eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back to the floor with a thump.

“Loki,” You croaked, feeling his hand go limp in yours.

He didn’t answer.

You checked for a pulse.

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