#he'll regret that later when he's calmed down and knows he'll have to face her wrath

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#elvis presley #baby elvis #daydreaming that he gets his ticket #and he rants all the way home to audubon about how he can't do nothing #not even get his haircut #without someone giving him grief for it #he warns me not to tell his mother that he's got yet another ticket #back home he paces around #can't settle #then he grabs my hand and announces we're going out #he's in a real mood and snaps: “I'll be back when I'm back!” when Gladys asks how long he'll be #he'll regret that later when he's calmed down and knows he'll have to face her wrath #he pulls on his motorcycle cap and yanks me onto his harley behind him #he'll also regret that later when I know he's calmed down enough to show my wrath #we don't even stop at the bottom of the drive to give any of the kids an autograph #they scatter as he screeches off down the residential road #he's going too fast and weaving around staid fords and chevys #but i trust him #i don't know why #by the time we hit the highway my hair is a wreck- a lion's mane across my face #i press my cheek against the warmth of his back and feel the tension easing #he whoops out a war cry #or maybe a howl of freedom and tugs my arm tighter around his waist #as we accelerate towards nowhere

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— WORLDS COLLIDE PT. 5

summary: Two worlds approaching each other finally meeting at the same point in space, generating enough heat to turn them into a ball of liquid lava upon colliding. After the collision, the energy distributes the remains around the star that saw them born.

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Kylian and Mia remain static in their places when they hear that voice, her voice.

The blonde gets up from her seat wanting to avoid running into Melissa, but her boyfriend determinedly takes her hand, stopping her steps. She looks at him desperately, not understanding why he emanates so much tranquility in the face of everything that is about to happen.

He doesn't make a sound, just motioning for her to stay there. She just nods in confusion, trying to calm down and breathe as she watches Kylian open the door and see her again.

Melissa enters the house with a smile that disappears as soon as she sees Mia's face, which is nothing more than a reflection of the fear that she feels. Her expression turning to one of wonder who quickly disappears, smiling again, pretending not to have seen Mia there, sitting on the sofa in front of her eyes.

—Could I go get my wallet? I think I left it in the dining room –her voice echoes in the room and she only receives a nod in response. She walks over with a smirk on her face, the satisfaction reflected in every step she takes, enjoying the effect she's having on Mia.

Her silhouette disappears between the corridors, the only sounds in the room are Mia and Kylian's deep breaths and Melissa's footsteps walking away.

Neither of them knows what to do, their gazes are lost somewhere in the living room, unprocessed that she is there. Their minds wander without being able to think clearly. Seconds feel like hours. The tension increases as time goes by.

Kylian would rather keep quiet than say something he'll probably regret later, but she's there, a smile on her face, pretending to be nice when he kicked her out of his house less than an hour ago because he couldn't stand her attitude anymore.

Knowing that she is in the same place as them makes them uncomfortable. Kylian can't stand her presence, Mia can't stand remembering how she treated her.

Melissa appears in front of them again, this time with her wallet in her hands. She doesn't say anything, so neither do they. Kylian tries to smile at her slightly, hoping she'll take it as a sign to go, but it doesn't, because he can't even look her in the eye without wanting to yell at her everything he didn't tell her in these 2 days.

The older one glances sideways at Mia, an unreadable expression on her face. She turns away from both of them as she heads for the door.

—Apparently dad kicked someone out of the house –she mutters and leaves.

She laughed as soon as she said it.

Kylian can't ignore it, neither can Mia, much less when her words had so much weight that her eyes are filling with tears and a lump appears in her throat.

She lets out a sob that doesn't go unnoticed by her boyfriend. This is no longer about her father, far from it, it is the feeling of betrayal, the surprise and how much it hurts that the one who does all this is Melissa. She's going too far, far more than either of them could have imagined.

The anger that Kylian fought to hide reappears as soon as he sees how much what she said affected Mia. All the disappointment that he feels for her sister-in-law increases and the indignation for everything that happened in the last two days return.

Everything that happened is replayed in his mind again. The booing of the fans in the final, disappointed looks, newspaper articles ridiculing him, his family and their attempts to comfort him that ended in nothing, how they wanted to prevent him from seeing Mia, the fight in penalties, the lies.

Everything that seemed to be gone when Mia arrived has just come back and even stronger, the feeling that has been tormenting him since december 18 continues and he can't take it anymore.

Without even thinking about it and completely blinded by his impulses, he opens the door ignoring his girlfriend telling him not to, leaves the house and approaches Melissa, who has not yet gotten into her car, ready to face her once and for all.

He calls her name, she turns but her gaze goes to Mia, who is standing behind him, no words come out of her mouth but her disapproving look is enough. Kylian's anger cannot increase any more, he wants to say so many things but it seems that they were captive in his mind, words cannot come out. He doesn't know how to handle the situation, or what to do.

His desire to erase all those feelings and feel at peace again is so great, but he is paralyzed in front of his sister-in-law seeing her mother get out of the car, followed by Jirès.

He can also see his niece and nephew leaning out the car window, smiling to see their aunt Mia, they both get out as best they can and run towards her.

They hug her, who receives them with open arms, but still with tears in her eyes, which do not go unnoticed by Fayza, that when she sees her she feels like her heart is breaking.

Her sweet little Mia, completely saddened and affected by what happened. Embarrassed and feeling out of place. The desire to hug her and tell her that nothing that happened is her fault appears at the same time as the tears in her eyes.

Regret washes over her, and the shame for not having stood up for her increases when they both make eye contact for the first time since what happened.

Kylian standing next to his partner is seen by all his family present there, in Fayza this generates happiness, but Melissa and Jirès are only disgusted and a look of disgust appears on their faces.

Mia sees them. The discomfort returns and it feels the same as in the penalty shootout 2 days ago. But Kylian takes her hand and gives it a light squeeze, along with a half smile, showing his support.

Maybe it doesn't feel the same as 2 days ago, because this time Kylian saw them too.

#kylian mbappe #mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian x reader #mbappe x reader #mbappe one shot #mbappe #football imagine #football one shot #football x reader

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WHAT HAPPENS AFTER UR COMIC I NEED TO KNOW

OK OK SO,

Honestly, if he tried That he'd be immediately gutpunched by Herrah who was standing Right There. It's not like he was the only one that saw this happen.

Immediately after grabbing the blade, there's a moment of horrible silence where everybody's still, and then a second later PV gets up, turns on their heel and runs out of the throne room. Everybody's standing there in complete shock of what just happened, before the entire room erupts into a basically a giant screaming match.

Pale King is frozen on the spot up until Herrah grabs him by the collar and demands answers from him. The only reason they agreed to this was because he reassured them the vessel was hollow. Did he know of this? Was he tricking them all this time?

This snaps him out of it and he of course immediately defends himself and then tries to calm the room down by reassuring them that it was just a little...hiccup. The vessel was taught and ordered to protect themself, they must have seen the blade as dangerous and reacted as ordered, that's all! He'll just send the guards to find them and the ceremony can continue without a hitch. Everything was fine.

It was a lie. Of course, it was a lie. He knew that, everybody knew that. They were alive and everybody saw it, but they were also their only hope. And he would much rather not have to deal with a panicking, rioting crowd when his entire world was just shattered into little pieces in the span of a few seconds and he's this 👌 close to having a complete mental breakdown.

While nobody's looking, Hornet sneaks out and brings her sibling back, comforting them and reassuring them. She convinces them to return and come clean, to drop this entire charade.

So, they do. They step back into the throne room, their sister by their side, and it's eerily quiet. Finally, after what feels like forever, Pale King orders them to come up to the throne.

They didn't budge. He orders them again. After a moment of hesitation, they shake their head and step back.

Maybe he actually deluded himself into believing the lie he told previously, just to keep it together. Just to not break down. And now, the truth once again slaps him right in the face and all these emotions he can no longer keep down bubble up to the surface and before he can stop himself or rationalise them, he directs them at the nearest most convenient target; PV.

He storms up to them, yelling at them, and they get so scared they fall back in their attempt to backtrack. He calls them a traitor and a deceiver, says he hopes they're happy and tells them to get out of his face.

They don't need to be told twice and immediately run off again, and the moment they're gone the throne room erupts into screaming and loud chatter again. Eventually, after hours, everybody slowly filters out and it's just him, his queen, his knights and the dreamers. He wants to discuss the next course of action, but before he can speak Hornet storms over and slaps him so hard he falls over and her claws cut his cheek open. He's never seen hatred and anger so vicious in a child'a eyes before as she glares at him right before storming off.

He naturally feels crushing and immediate guilt and regret for his actions and for what he said, especially when PV doesn't return to their bedroom that night. Or the next.

He cries that night like he's never cried before. Cries so hard he pukes and can barely keep himself together.

They return after two weeks. Just show up back at the palace, and...things just go back to semi-normal. Except everybody's weird around them now. The knights feel extremely guilty and can't even look them in the eyes. Their parents avoid them completely. Some other members of the court and the staff members that were in the known keep giving them nasty looks.

They keep to themself now, it's easier that way. They keep acting...well, not fully hollow, they no longer blindly follow orders and clearly make choices for themself, but... They act emotionless. Almost as if they were hollow. Because acting this way feels familiar, it feels safe. And when their entire world was just spun upside down familiar and safe is all they want to feel.

Their father, naturally, immediately cancelled the vessel plan and dove straight into finding other solutions, working himself to the bone just like he did before the vessel plan. Meanwhile, he put them on guard duty indefinitely. While keeping them as close as before was too painful, even looking at them was too painful, he didn't want to throw them aside. He wanted to know that they were home and they were safe. So, he gave them a job and started paying them like any other staff member, though as degrading as that job felt.

As a side note, I need y'all to know that PK and WL here were good...ish parents. As good as the circumstances allowed them to be. Because despite everything, they loved them, and even though they shouldn't have they had a soft spot for that kinda-their-child-but-not-really-but-actually-yes-really.

White Lady would brush and braid their hair and play dress up with them, even when they were an adult (and they loved spending time with her as she picked pretty outfits for them to wear). Pale King would carry them as a child and gently pet their head, and spend lazy quiet mornings with them, chatting to them about all kinds of stuff over his morning cup of coffee. And on the day of their sealing, he held them in his arms and cried, mourning the baby he thought dead all over again, wishing things could have been different.

And what's funny, he didn't even want to have children at first. Like, ever. But when he laid his eyes on that kid on the platform and took their little hand into his own for the first time...the only other time that he felt that much love for somebody was when he held Hornet for the first time.

Because, one, PV deserves to be loved and all the good things. And two, I am a very big fan of the idea that they were loved. They were somebody who shouldn't have been loved, but despite everything people still loved them so deeply, and the state of their ruined kingdom is the tangible proof of that. I just love this sort of soft tragedy.

#asks #faaf au #Hi yes I lied I had to post this before j went to sleep #I love this au I am rotating it in my head 24/7 #Very happy to answer any more questions you may know I put So Much Thought about PV's relationship with different people on this au #Also they eventually do make up with their parents but it. Takes YEARS. For pretty damn good reasons I mean DAMN #99% of the pv fanart I draw is of this au btw #The dress posts? Yeah. This au baybeee #Same with Ghost getting fucking bucketed #If PV has butterfly eyelashes and white lines on shoulders. That's this AU #Good childhood au? Yeah just a variant of this AU where they find out very early on #I Am Very Nornal About This AU #You may have* CAN YOU TELL IM TIRED

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Since you like Henchmen S/O dynamic here's another.

S/O is a henchman and made a mistake which made him angry and while he threw his hand up she cringed and covered herself with her hands because she was expecting a hit (she had a bad experience with her last boss.) For Scarecrow,Riddler, Mad Hatter, Black Mask and Two Face

I AM SCREAMING. YES FEED ME MORE OF THISSSS.

Everybody makes mistakes but for a criminal in Gotham? Well one mistake could cost you your life.

Scarecrow: He grabbed your wrist, catching it just as quickly as you had covered yourself. His free hand removing his mask as his icy blue eyes stared into your very soul. "Is that what you fear?" He asked lightly as he drank in every miniscule movement you made. You didn't have to do any talking, your actions said it all. "I don't have to raise a hand to you, darling." He said quietly. "I could do so much worse without lifting a finger. Take solace in that. This predicament is regrettable but fixable." He let go of your wrist, moving his mask back onto his face before briskly walking away, seemingly to fix the problem.

The Riddler: This man flails, he's a flailer. He's also quick to anger, so this may happen quicker than you'd think and probably multiple times. Had you been a regular henchman, he wouldn't have cared if he frightened you. Hell, he just might have felt more inclined to hit you if he didn't care so much. However the moment he sees the flinch. He's actively trying to calm down. He goes quiet. "I frightened you." He said lowly and mostly to himself before sending a fierce gaze to you. "That wasn't my intent, my dear." He put a hand on your shoulder and rubbed your collarbone with his thumb. He gets someone else to fix the problem. It's not that he doesn't trust you to fix it. It's that if you don't fix it, he doesn't trust himself not to blow up at you. You'd think that's him having some kind of empathy. Its more because he doesn't want to be anymore pissed at you because he 100% wants to blow up at you but knows he'll suffer the consequences of regretting it later.

Mad Hatter: He's quiet and slowly pulls your hands down. He looks serious...more serious than you were used to. You didn't think he had it in him. Then he spoke, there was no rhyme, no fun. "Don't do that." He said quietly. He made it seem like you hurt him more than anything else. He didn't know what made you flinch like that but he didn't like the ideas his imagination gave him. He said nothing more. Perhaps he felt there was nothing left to say.

Two-Face: Harvey is horrified whilst Two-Face is livid. Not at you. He demands names as to who laid a hand on you. He grabs your hand and demands you tell him who laid a hand on you. Harvey, on the other hand, wants to take the more assertive but gentle approach. Not wanting to frighten you any further. Although that isn't lasting long because he's just pulled out his gun and that always makes it worse.

Black Mask: That just pisses him off more. "Hide from me!?" He seemed ready to chew your head off as he pulls your hands away and backs you against the wall. "You don't ever hide from me like that! Like I'm going to hit you!? You fucking kidding me!?" Kinda hurts that you think that low of him. When he finds out why, -after some time- he isn't jumping down your throat like he previously was but still just as firm. "You don't back away from me like that. Got it? No matter how pissed I am, I'm not gonna hit you."

#request #batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #black mask #mad hatter

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Calming Days

Sora sat quietly at one end of a small, circular coffee table in the café while Mark waited at the counter, ordering their drinks and treats. As she sat, thoughts raced through her mind about how swiftly this day had arrived, not perfectly planned but still here.

The night before, while taking care of her Nana, she noticed the slow depletion of her medication. Worries about the cost of prescriptions, a significant portion of her paycheck, plagued her thoughts. Using an entire paycheck for her Nana was inconsequential, but the prospect of rescheduling the date with Mark terrified her. "No one wants to go on a date with someone who cancels," she had thought.

Later, a call from her boss, asking if she could cover someone else's shift, compounded her predicament. In hesitation, she contemplated rescheduling or canceling. But Sincheng, her friend-coworker, offered an idea. “Why not just go in uniform? If the guy is as good as you say, he'll understand, right?”

Pondering over her attire—jeans, worn-out white sneakers, and her beige polo shirt with the cursive logo 'Sweet Brew'—she received another text from Mark an hour before their date. The embarrassment of going as she was seemed smaller than the potential regret and shame of canceling.

To her surprise, Mark understood and even smiled, suppressing laughter when he saw her tired and embarrassed state, trying to explain herself. He patiently listened until he finally spoke, suggesting he'd take her home to change before their outing. This gesture swayed young Sora's heart, leaving her feeling buoyant as she recalled it all.

Throughout the entire time, she felt like she was navigating a dream, where a kind, handsome boy took interest in her. She had always seen herself as just another face among many, either too bland or too peculiar for anyone's liking. Reflecting on their meeting, her thoughts veered back to when she first encountered Mark, her mind finding solace in memories of him.

Her fingers fiddled with the edges of her long-sleeve blouse, lending a sense of security and guiding her thoughts into a consistent rhythm. Catching sight of Mark collecting their drinks, she looked up at him with affectionate eyes, her heart skipping a beat. Is this love? She remembered Areum's words about Mark being the 'one,' wondering if such a thing truly existed.

As Mark joined her, setting the drinks down, she mouthed a 'thank you' before savoring the sweet cold tea. Mark had chosen this café for their date, mentioning how it evoked a sense of forgotten home.

“Do you like the place?” he asked, his eyes scanning the décor.

Sitting upright, Sora observed the café's charm, with white wooden walls accented by greenery, hanging plants, and a designated wall for customer-posted notes. She admired the aesthetic, a cute yet modern café.

“Yes, I like it. Even the name, 'Fig & Berry,' gives me a sense of sweetness and calmness.”

Mark smiled gently, acknowledging her words. As he glanced around, his gaze settled on the wall of post-it notes, evoking a familiar look in his eyes. Unable to resist, Sora inquired, “Have you ever left a note on the wall here?”

Caught off guard, Mark's reaction was a stifled laugh. “No, I always thought it was silly to leave something like that on a wall.”

“Why? It's like leaving a small trace of your past self here.”

“In a café?” Mark raised an eyebrow.

“Yes. Does this place hold memories for you?”

There was a pause, a moment of hesitation in Mark's demeanor as he stirred his drink, considering her question. Eventually, he raised his chin, meeting her gaze. “What's it to you?”

“We're on a date, right? I think it's fair for me to get to know my date. Or perhaps are you trying to say—”

Before she could finish, Mark interrupted with a laugh, “No, no, this is a date. I only bring people I care about here, you know.”

Blushing from excitement, embarrassment, and flattery, Sora glanced away, feeling herself melt under his gaze. I'll just ask another day... maybe.

As her cheeks cooled, her mind drifted to familiar territories. Special, huh? I've only ever been special to three people in my life, well, once it was five. Looking out the window, she pondered what 'special' meant to him and whether anyone could fit that category by just being kind or if it demanded something 'more.' The word seemed subjective, different for everyone.

Mark observed Sora, intrigued by the depth of her thoughts. She carried heavy burdens but didn't hold back when questioned or provoked. He watched her gaze wander outside, consumed by the stresses that seemed to linger.

Without warning, she turned to him. “What do you mean by 'special'? Don't get me wrong,” she raised her hands, "I love the place and enjoy hanging out with you. But you've only just met me.”

Blinking, Mark nodded, taking a moment to process her words before explaining, “I don't really like getting close to people... I've only ever brought three people here before, well, now four.”

He didn't exactly answer my question. Quietly agreeing to what he had told her, Sora decided she'd learn more in the future. For now, she wanted to enjoy her time with him.

The date progressed seamlessly, with Mark skillfully plucking at Sora's heartstrings, leaving soft notes that lingered. Every gesture and word created a symphony of remembrance. However, she awaited the inevitable 'catch.' Is it money? Loneliness? My body? Yet, it never came. Even as he dropped her off at her doorsteps, he didn't make any intimate advances or try to kiss her, contrary to what Areum had told her.

A part of her felt bothered by it, wondering if she had expected too much due to Areum's romantic notions. Yet, a bigger part of her felt content and relieved, the anxiety she had built up before the date fading away. It felt perfect, he felt perfect…

After tucking Nana into bed and answering her myriad of questions, Sora opted for a nighttime stroll. No scarf this time, nothing to tie her down or propel her into the streets for any reason. Just the sidewalk, a sweater, and a leisurely walk.

As she sauntered along her chosen path, she scanned the houses, noticing details previously overlooked in her twenty-one years in this neighborhood. Amongst the ordinary, one anomaly stood out—a man in a black leather jacket. Sora, despite her inclination not to engage with most of her neighbors or even people in her district, had a knack for remembering faces. From a distance, he didn't seem familiar. Alarmed, she debated whether to turn back or proceed. Am I succumbing to paranoia and fear again?

Sora froze, wondering what had betrayed her presence. Despite being at least twenty feet away, she squinted to even discern him from afar, yet he seemed to have effortlessly noticed her. Like a startled rabbit, she remained motionless as he slowly approached, his face becoming clearer with proximity and the ambient light. When he stood about seven feet away, irritation simmered within her. He scoffed at the change in her expression.

“You again?”

“‘You again?’ What, you don't think once was enough for me either?”

Sora rolled her eyes. “Did you stalk me for the bracelet? Is this stupid thing worth that much to you?” She lifted her left wrist, displaying the red woven bracelet Mark had bought her at the market.

“No, but if it's that stupid to you, why not just hand it over then?” He leaned in, his face close, eyes taunting like a crow's.

Drawing back, brows furrowed, she denied him, “No, it's mine.”

Stepping away but still within distance, hands in his pockets, he persisted. “I thought it was stupid to you…” His murmured words were intentional enough for her to catch.

“Anyways, why are you here?”

With heavy sighs indicating his fatigue, his words hung low at the tip of his tongue. “Why? Are you the police?”

“...I was just asking, asshole…” she muttered under her breath.

He tsked, responding, “I'm looking for someone.”

“Sucks for you, I know almost everyone here,” she grinned, feeling a shift in his arrogant demeanor.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, his weariness evident, he asked, “Can you please tell me where they are then?”

“You'll have to describe them to me.”

“What?” He raised an eyebrow.

Embarrassed, Sora looked away, admitting softly, “I don't remember names well, only faces…”

Frustrated, the man turned his back momentarily, muttering incomprehensible words before facing her again. “So what you're telling me is that you're useless.”

What a blunt way to put it, Sora scowled. “What, you can't at least describe the person to me?”

Through gritted teeth, he replied, “If I knew the person personally, I would have found them.”

Sensing his nasty attitude, Sora decided to leave. Screw it. She turned away, walking back home, leaving the man behind.

From behind her, he muttered, “Yeah, thanks so much.”

Asshole...

#kpop fanfic #kpop ff #illumins #kpop au #kpop #nct dream fanfic #nct fanfic #haechan au #haechan fanfic #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #haechan vampire #vampire haechan au! #nightdoveseries #vampire haechan #kpop vampire au

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Maybe 23 with Aro and Peter, please?

Prompt 23: "you saved my life." "not a big d-" "no.you saved it."

I'm gonna go with my hunter au for this, the one where Peter is actually really good at being a hunter and Aro hires him for it.

Warning: injuries, venom-blood, blood, me taking that huge ass fight from the last movie and making it a reality cause fuck that 'it was a vision' thing, I want to see carnage!

On with the fic!

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This was not one of Aro's better ideas, he could admit to that. Well, only to himself, he'd rather die than speak it aloud, and considering the situation he was in, there was a chance that the former would happen rather than the latter.

He was caught in the grip of those two vampires that just had to ruin everything. Really, he should have killed Bella when he had the chance, his fascination with her lack of response to any vampire gift had died the moment he met Peter, there was no real reason for her to even still be around. Damnit, he was really going to die with more regrets now, wasn't he?

He could feel nails in his skin, the burn of venom leaking from the small wounds as one of them tried to remove his head-

"Get off of him!"

Wait, was that-?!

Edward was suddenly shoved away, and that knocked Bella off. Aro dropped to his back, looking up, seeing his hunter standing there, looking a bit roughed up, blood leaking from a few scratches and scraps. Was he even developing a black eye? He was panting, in his hands a stake and a knife, both dripping with venom.

The shocking thing about Peter, more than him being here after his very loud and angry protests of this meeting being dangerous to everyone, was just how furious he looked. Aro had never seen him so angry before.

"If you know what's good for you," Peter snarled, "for your fuckin' families...! You will back the fuck off of him!"

"Did you not see what he-?" Bella started but Peter only flung the knife, just missing her foot but an inch, it went into the ground deep, Aro wondered how painful that would have been if it had hit her. She was still a new vampire, easier to kill, even if she was stronger at this stage.

"Oh yeah, I saw what the idiot had done, but let's be honest, both sides of this stupid fight were just itchin' to start decapitating each other. And if it wasn't him, it certainly was gonna be one of you doin' it!"

The young couple looked offended, conflicted, and just a bit guilty. There is blood on their hands just as there is on Aro's own from this fight. Hell, the smell of death was all around them, bodies slaughtered and burning, cries of pain and anguish everywhere, no one was winning today.

"Great way to introduce your kid to this world, guys, brilliant job." Peter scoffed.

"What does a human like you even know?" Edward asked, glowering.

"I know enough. And this 'human' isn't exactly easy to take down, your wife ain't the only one who can't be affected by powers here, she's not special." The hunter sniffed, pocketing his stake. "Let's go, Aro, before shit gets worse."

Aro frowned, looking at Peter as he rubbed at his neck, the tears were healed, though there might be scars. "You saved my life."

"Not a big d-"

"No. You saved it." Aro said, getting to his feet. "I... right, let's get going, before we lose more people."

Peter stared at him for a moment, was he aware? Had he seen any terror on Aro's face, at the very thought that he life was nearly snuffed out like a candle's flame if he hadn't arrived in that moment?

Aro would have to speak with him about it later, right now, they needed to go, before the young couple decided to continue what they started.

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In case you're wondering, Peter was putting on a front, he was fucking downright terrified of being the only human in the middle of that huge battle and only just getting to Aro at the last second. It wasn't exactly easy avoiding all the fighting, he'll have a nice shower and a panic attack later when everything calms down.

Not sure if this event is gonna be canon to the au, but it might.

#the hunter au #vincturi #john's drabbles

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Diamond In The Rough Ch5 A New Life- College Life That Is P2

(WARNING: The houndoom is in poor shape, not anything too extreme but still you're warned just in case also more mentioning of Zen's scars. What should we name the houndoom? And What pokemon do you guys want reader to catch in later chapters? There can only be three tho and native to Galar.)

As soon as the door closed ...you instantly regretted saying that because you ended up reflecting on what you just said...and ended up slamming your forehead against the door making Stacy look back up from her papers and Emerald still gaped like a goldfish as you groaned in frustration heat coming to your face.

How embarrassing!!

You just wanted to thank him but the way you came off was so embarrassing! What were you even thinking! 'You're pretty too?!' UGH!! He must be annoyed considering how many people already compliment him-...Well, he DID call you pretty first which again made your face light up a brighter red again. Because why would he say that!? You were sitting right next to him and were sure about what he said-...Well there was a perfectly logical explanation for all of this-

"Um..Y/n?," Stacy asked raising a brow from where she sat, eyeing your form slumped face first against the door. "Are you alright there?"

".....I'm good."

"Oh. Ok. Your pokemon were a bit chaotic when I came back. I gave them some food which seemed to calm them down for a while, but you might want to go check in on them."

"...Yeah." You pushed yourself off the door and briskly walked towards your room. "I-I'll go do that."

Well, like I was saying- There was a perfectly logical explanation for this. Gordie was widely known for interacting with his many, many, MANY fans on a personal level and complimenting others, so for him to call you pretty ONE time out of all of the times you two saw each other was nothing to make a big deal out of, besides...You were kinda used to Raihan doing it. The only difference between Raihan and Gordie was that Gordie wasn't trying to be flirty or saying it in a way to try and impress you. When he said it, it sounded like-...A genuine compliment from a nice person. You didn't know Gordie for a long time, but considering he saved your life you could assume he was a good person at heart. Plus you were just embarrassed you blurted that out without thinking just wanting to return the favor but it just came off like you were flirting back!! UGH!! Hopefully he'll just think you're joking and not think you were flirting with him or not think much of it at all. To distract your mind you just turned back to getting in your room where you were immediately jumped on by Silver who chirped and latched onto your leg in a death grip and a little aways from you Zen was giving an annoyed, ears back glance from the bed.

You sighed. "I know, I know. I'm sorry for disappearing on you guys. I just needed to go out for a little while. It won't happen again."

And you didn't. You figured if you ran into anymore trouble it'd be a better idea to have two pokemon you could battle with instead of being taken off guard again. Things returned to normal pretty quickly after that. You got a few calls from your friends on Christmas and a Christmas card from Stacy, you were still studying and a little bit tired from all your busy classes, you continued shopping for supplies when you needed them, and as busy as you were you weren't able to see Gordie again or figure out what happened with the whole bandit situation but you did get a semi-update from Emerald gossiping very, very, VERY loudly on her phone on particular night in between her complaining of classes-

"Did you hear what happened yesterday?," she spoke loudly on the other side of your wall to someone on her phone, "....What? No! I'm not talking about Mrs. Cedar's botched dye job! I'm talking about that nasty bandit that was caught the other night! Apparently he's been caught breaking into a Pokemon Daycare looking for a rare pokemon, was caught red handed trying to break into their rotomi system....*scoff* No, I don't know why! He's probably some little man who's dumb enough to get caught! ...Ahmhmhmhm!~ Gordie now...*sigh*...He's really cute isn't he?~"

And you were back to trying to ignore what she was LOUDLY saying! Seriously, HOW was Stacy able to sleep with Emerald like this? You supposed she just must've been a deep sleeper. January went by pretty fast and like normal. It was all mostly just last classes and reviewing things you went over the previous few months since the finals would be taking place next months. You spent all your free time studying hard and doing your homework for the last few classes until February finally descended upon you and the events of the fountain incident left your mind almost entirely as you had bigger things to worry about for now. There would be two weeks left of the school year. The first two weeks of February would be the last two weeks of the school year. The first week would be for all the exams and studying, and the second week was for the students to pack up their dorms, finish whatever business they had left before the R.A.s did one last dorm inspection, donate any books or uniforms that could still be used or resold back to the school, and whatever needed to be done before your grades were emailed back and weather or not you passed the school year. The summer months was for the staff to wind down and prepare for the next year and cleaning of the university. The first of the last two weeks was stressful to say the least. It felt like you were trying to pass your senior year in high school again, but at least the materials (aside from match-) weren't so hard to remember since you've already done similar things before, didn't mean it was less stressful to do. Once the week was over is when you finally got a chance to relax back and take a breather.

The last week-...

You woke up one morning in the middle of the week to some loud yelling from Emerald again. She was yelling at who you assumed was her 'boyfriend' who was helping (moving all her stuff by himself-) to move her stuff out of her dorm room now that her last year was finished and she wanted to leave as soon as possible. Not being able to get back to sleep with all the noises you ended up dragging yourself out of bed and opening your door blinking tiredly in your pjs just as a man walked past carrying a pretty big box overflowing with clothes making you blink more.

"What the-"

"Y/n!," you turned your head over and saw Stacy smiling from her own doorway holding a much smaller box, "Good morning! Did we wake you up?"

"Kinda. What are you two doing this early in the morning?"

"Moving out. We have until Friday to get all of our belongings out of here, so we're leaving and cleaning before the R.A.s inspection. If you wouldn't mind helping me cleaning the common room and kitchen before I leave that'd be great."

"Huh? ...Oh. Uh sure. Give me a moment."

You were quick to get dressed and came back out just as Emerald walked out the door and gave a hand to Stacy cleaning up the small living room/kitchen area which as small as the space was, didn't take too long to sweep, mop, and wipe down the few countertops before helping Stacy to move all her small boxes and bags to the living room so she could freely clean out her own area. You both finished under two hours and Emerald just left her own room door opened and didn't come back within that time period. You were probably going to have a harder time sweeping up and cleaning your own room since Zen got red and white fur all over the place. It was easy enough to pack up all your belongings and shoo your pokemon into the living room for the moment so they wouldn't bothering you trying to vaccumm Zen's shed fur out of the carpet. Stacy poked her head into your room for a moment with a smile.

"Hey. I'm going to wash all of our bedding. You want me to take yours too? It seems you're gonna be busy for a while."

"Yeah. That'd be great thanks. It's gonna take me all day to rake all this fur up."

And it did...kinda. You had to vacuum the entirety of the room at least four to five times to get all the shedded fur out of the carpet and afterwards clean your small bathroom before the inspection two days from now. Stacy returned sometime in the middle of this with your bedsheets you just left on top of the mattress. And during ALL of this Emerald STILL hadn't returned despite it being in the middle of the day now. Which wasn't strange considering she usually disappeared for hours on end and came back at insane hours later, but you three only had three days (counting today) to clean out your dorm and turn in your keys so shouldn't she be here cleaning out her own room? Stacy was already nice enough to clean the bed sheets C.U. provided and leave them on top of her bed, but surely she would be coming back to clean out her own room right?...Well you were about to find out how bad of a roommate Emerald actually was when Stacy popped her head back in to ask another question while you were busy scrubbing your bathroom floor.

"Hey. I'm dropping off my reusable text books. Since I'm already done packing and everything, do you want me to drop yours off too? You seem to be pretty busy," she offered and you smiled tiredly at her.

"Yeah thanks! They're a bit heavy tho, get Zen and I'll have him help you carry them back to the library."

"Sweet!"

That was half an hour ago, Stacy took Zen and your pile of books and went to go delivery them to the library to be resold to other students who needed them. To be honest you were kinda glad you could just donate them so you didn't have to be stuck with books you'd never use again after this year. You had just finished cleaning the bathroom and finished putting the cleaning supplies away when Stacy came back with your zangoose, and she looked at you with a deadpanned, annoyed, and so done look.

"Hey. Is everything ok? You look like someone stole your lunch money."

"Worse. I was down at the front desk turning in our books and my room key, and guess what I found out?," she asked in an annoyed tone hands on her hips as she turned to you.

You rose a brow at her unusual annoyed look on her otherwise happy face and asked, "What?"

"Well I was told I was the second one from our room to turn in our shared room key. Which means that Emerald LEFT campus already!"

Your eyes widened. "WHAT!? What do you mean she left already? Wasn't she supposed to help us clean up? We practically did everything waiting for her to come back!"

She nodded. "I know. But that's not the worst part."

"What is?"

She didn't say anything but Stacy instead walked right on over to Emerald's room where her door was still partially opened and using her hand, harshly pushed the door open in her annoyance and just looked into the room. Oh right. Stacy went in there once to grab her bedsheets and wash them for everyone and placed them back while you all waited for Emerald to return, so she must've known what the inside of her room looked like. You, being curious now, walked on over to stand by her and looked into the opened doorway, and it was that moment you felt your jaw drop and eyes widen in horror at the absolute MESS the room was in! IT WAS A HUGE MESS!! All over the floor was crumpled up papers, old food wrappers, a few pieces of clothing you guessed the prissy Emerald didn't want enough to take with her, a few random posters taped to the walls one of which was partially hanging off. The tops of the C.U. provided desk and dresser were cluttered with old make up product containers, and magazines and you could see one of the dresser drawers was opened, the reason being was because it was stuffed TO THE BRIM with random knick knacks and junk no one would really wanna keep, and a broken phone charging cord hung limping from the ceiling fan. THE. CEILING. FAN. The only 'clean' space that was to be seen was the bed that was just a bare mattress with the neatly folded and cleaned bedsheets sitting on top of it. You both stared at the horror before you both before slowly looking at one another...and Stacy turned to walk back towards the kitchen.

"H-Hey! Where are you going?"

"To grab some gloves and some bleach. I'll be needing them if I want to tackle that bathroom. Go grab a trash bag and just start throwing that trash away will you?"

Now you weren't sure why Stacy would take it upon herself to clean someone else's mess let alone her bathroom, but she was nice enough to help you out so you'd do this to help her not cover for Emerald who left this entire mess behind for the both of you to clean for her. She seemed to be tackling the part you really didn't think you'd want to do so you'd tackle the rest of this mess. The first thing to go was that over stuffed, useless knick knack drawer you just dumped into the bag you'd gotten as well as anything else you found tucked away inside the drawers before bending down to start just grabbing all the random trash scattered along the carpeted floor and desk area with a scowl on your face. How could someone do this!? This was a low thing to do to someone, leaving someone else to clean up your mess. Well you guessed you got the easy part. Picking up all the trash and tearing the old, tattered posters off the walls. By the time you were finished packing up all the random crap lying around everywhere, the bag was full and tied up by you and you weren't sure how badly the mess Stacy was cleaning was, but she was still working on it by the time you were done chucking the trash bag away and came back. So you just decided to finish up the rest of the clean up by yourself, wiping off the desk and then starting to sweep up the carpet with the small vacuum cleaner. Just wanting to get this entire thing over with. You couldn't believe Emerald! She was a terrible roommate. You were just glad you wouldn't have to interact with her again. It all seemed to be going well. You'd be done, Stacy had now just come out from the bathroom which reeked of cleaning products now, and you were almost done sweeping up the carpet. All that was left was under the bed, which you bent down to shove the vacuum under to sweep under the bed when it happened. The sweeper made a clogged muffled noise and you pulled it back only to find a single tattered old purse attached to the end stuck in the sucking bit.

"OH FOR THE LOVE OF ARCEUS!!", you shouted quickly pulling back and just yanking the thing out from the vacuum's grasp until it came free with a sound and you tossed the broken purse aside.

The tear in the once nice purse's side was made bigger when you yanked it out of the vacuum's grasp with a 'rrrriiiippp' sound before you tossed it to the side to throw it away later. The small hand bag was tossed to the side by the desk and you went back to sweeping under the bed, not noticing the small red, white, and black ball popping out of the purse with a thud sound and rolling under the desk as you continued to clean away. Or the small clicking sound as it opened after hitting the wall or seeing the bright white light as something came out under the desk. Instantly hiding from anyone on instinct. Once you were done sweeping the last of under the bed, the small vacuum was switched off and with a sigh you trudged back into the common room, red eyes following you, to place the small machine back into the closet Stacy had cleaned out earlier today. Speaking of Stacy, the Nurse Joy in the making was tiredly plopped on the Sofa surrounded by her boxes of belongings, but looked up when you walked in.

"Hey. Are you finished with your part?," she asked tiredly.

"Almost. She left a surprise piece of trash under the bed and I have to pick that up." You gestured to the many boxes around her after closing the closet. "You need any help taking those boxes anywhere?"

Stacy shook her head with a sigh. "My mom and granny are coming by later today to help me take my stuff home before my graduation ceremony next week, but thanks for the offer. What about you? Do you need any help packing?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I don't own a whole lot of things personally, and what I do own all fits in my big backpack anyways. I should be all done packing anyways considering I cleaned-" Oh wait. Your head turned towards Emerald's room again. "And speaking of which, I'd better go pick that purse back up. It'd be annoying to just clean everything up and leave just one thing."

Stacy blinked. "She left something in there besides trash?"

You deadpanned. "No. It's still trash, but for some reason she had the genius idea to leave a stupid purse under the bed."

Stacy could only give a 'you've gotta be kidding me' look as you just turned back around and marched back into the room. You saw the old tattered purse alright. It was laying on the floor where you left it. Lying right there on the floor in front of the now bare desk like a single reminder to the extra work you both had to do today. Sigh. You didn't even know why you both cleaned it to begin with. It was Emerald who made and then left this mess without even a good bye to the two of you to clean like you were her personal maids. You guessed Stacy just didn't want to get in any trouble with C.U. when she was literally about to graduate and you didn't blame her. With Emerald gone that rude director might insist the two of you pay to clean the mess or Emerald might've said the room actually belonged to one of you instead of her, and she was already gone anyways, so it'd just be easier to clean it up and move on with your lives at this point. So you leaned down to picked up the purse to just toss it into the trash since it was really the last thing for you both to really do at this point-

GROWL!!

You jumped almost dropping the hand bag in your hands at the sudden dog like snarl that came from no where and on instinct your head whipped around behind you expecting to see Zen in the doorway. The growl didn't even sound remotely like your zangoose but sometimes he'd give off a growl if he was hungry and wanted you to feed him. And you expecting to see him staring at you from the doorway having woken up from his nap in the kitchen to demand you feed him, but blinked when you saw no one there. What the-

GROWL!!

You jumped again and looked forward when you realized when that growl was coming from IN FRONT of you, ...and your eyes widened. Red eyes glared out at you from the shadows and pearly white fangs were shown from curled back lips looking at you with malice as you could only stare at them in sudden fear. HOLY ARCEUS!! WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT THING!? The monster under the desk gave off another loud snarl as you gulped at it. It continued to stare at you- Until it lunged at you. In a blur so much happened so fast. You screamed and fell backwards, there was a blur of black and red launched at you, and in an instant another blur of white and red slammed into the first blur smacking it to the ground.

"Y/N!?", Stacy's voice called out as soon as you yelled and rushed to the doorway when you didn't answer.

The reason you couldn't answer was because all heck was breaking lose right in front of you. Your eyes widened to the size of plates as Zen was there wrestling with the monster from under the desk as it wriggled and snarled from under his massive weight. The dog like beast thrashed uselessly under the zangoose's much heavier weight, one of Zen's giant clawed paws tightly wrapped around it's red muzzle easily keeping it firmly shut and from biting you, the other paw pressed down hard on it's head between two curved horns keeping it to the ground as Zen sat on top of it's back keeping it from standing. The thing continued to try and get loose from under him to no avail as you just stared at it.

"Y/N!?," Stacy yelled at the sight before her. "What in Arceus's name is going on!?"

"IT'S A HOUNDOOM!!"

The dog-like pokemon that had lunged at you was in fact, indeed a bloody HOUNDOOM!! Zen had rushed in and effectively body slammed a bloody houndoom to the floor and was now sitting on him as the thing thrashed around under it-

"ZANG!" The voice of Zen cried out making the houndoom under him freeze as the zangoose leaned closer with a scowl and growl of his own. The long claws of the pokemon forcefully pulling the houndoom to look him right in the eye and those red eyes narrowed. "...HIIISSSSSSSSS!!!!"

Now you had absolutely NO idea what Zen said to him as you obviously didn't speak pokemon, but the reaction from the houndoom made you think you didn't want to know what was said, because the houndoom paused, gave a kicked dog whine, and went limp in the grip of Zen. You however used this time to jump to your feet and jumped when Stacy grabbed your shoulders with a concerned look.

"Y/N! Are you alright!? I thought you were a goner there!" She then looked to Zen who dropped the houndoom's head but refused to get off it's back. By now Silver had poked his head into the doorway and chirped in surprise seeing the random fierce pokemon Zen sat on. "And where in the world did THAT come from?!"

You shook your head and looked down at the houndoom who still glared at everyone around him, but didn't dare move with the way Zen was currently scowling at him. "I have no idea....Hold this." Stacy blinked as you shoved the broken purse into her hands and she gawked with a weird noise as you just KNEELED DOWN TO BE FACE TO FACE WITH THE HOUNDOOM!!

"Uh...WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? Don't you know that thing just tried to bite your head off!? Why would you get near it!?"

"I've dealt with falling through the sky, chased by an onix, fighting a giant legendary pokemon twice, getting sent to the hospital, falling into a fountain head first, and getting hit face first by a giant roof tile. I'm not scared of a simple houndoom by now," you deadpanned and just looked at the thing as it stared back at you with a scowl on it's face. ....It WAS just a simple houndoom. A pretty big and skinny houndoom, but it wasn't anything special. Not even a shiny. You tilted your head at it. "...You weren't here before." Your head then looked past Zen towards the desk. Yeah. He definitely wasn't here before when you literally swept under the desk. You were pretty sure you would've noticed a giant houndoom hunched under the desk like a hiding bandit. Then something faintly in the dark caught your eye.

Stacy rose a brow totally bewildered further as you literally crawled around the pokemon and under the desk. "Whaaat are you doing now? Aren't you forgetting we have a pokemon here that literally tried to attack you?!"

"Maybe there was a reason," you answered back grabbing the small round object in the dark and them retreating back out only to hold up a very, VERY familiar looking object in your hands eyes narrowing. "Maybe he had a reason to be angry at someone?"

Stacy's eyes widened as she stared at the pokeball in your hands before pointing. "Is that a pokeball? What's that doing here?"

"I don't know. It wasn't there when I cleaned earlier. It must've fallen out of the desk or something." You held up the ball to the dog pokemon who gave a grunt in response. "But this must belong to him because he was absolutely not here before."

"Ok...That actually makes sense to how he got into our apartment, but what I can't wrap by head around is why he's here. You don't think he could belong to Emerald do you?"

"Yeah. He probably does since she's the only one who lived in here, but the real question is why she left him. You don't think she forgot him do you?"

"I don't know. Maybe." Stacy's eyes turned from looking at the ruined purse to looking around the now clean room, to then looking back to the houndoom who seemed to calm down now but still scowled up at all of you....and her blue eyes squinted. "Hey, Y/n." You hummed. "Could you make your zangoose get off him?"

Now it was your turn to blink surprised. "What? But I thought you were the one saying he's the one who tried to attack us."

"Yeah, yeah. I know but-....Something seems a little off about him. It's just hard to tell because Zen's sitting on him."

You slowly stood before looking at the houndoom. He looked just like an average every day houndoom to you, but Stacy was a Nurse in training who came from a long line of Nurse Joys. So obviously she'd be able to surely spot something you couldn't. And there was no reason to NOT trust Stacy, so with a sigh you nodded. "Sure. Zen." One ear of the zangoose flicked up at you but otherwise he didn't look up at you. "Tell that pokemon that I don't know what his problem is, but we're not going to hurt him or anything."

He did as you asked and spoke- "Zang, zang. Goo goose. Zan." The Houndoom twisted his neck around to look Zen in the eyes as he spoke. You could tell the houndoom that yourself, but you had a feeling that if you had another pokemon tell him, maybe he'd be a bit more understanding.

"We're not the ones he should be angry at, so don't try to come at us again."

"Goose, goose. Zang."

"You're going to get off him now, but you tell him if he tries anything, I'm going to have you sit on him again."

"Zang, zang zang zang zang. ANG!! GOOSE!!"

Zen delivered the message maybe a bit more forceful than needed but it seemed to do the trick because the houndoom remained silent when Zen painfully slowly got off him and kept an eye on his movements when the dog pokemon sat up with a growl of annoyance. ...Still looked like a regular houndoom to you, but Stacy tilted her head sideways at the pokemon with a thoughtful expression in her eyes.

"....It's too skinny."

"What?"

You looked to her and she gestured to the houndoom. "I don't know a whole lot about houndooms, but I'm for certain it's not supposed to be that skinny. He's half the weight he should be."

"Really?" You took another look at it, and it did look a bit skinny. "Should we get it some food?"

Stacy slowly nodded. "That would be for the best...On second thought, I think we should take him to see my grandmother. She might be able to tell us more about him if there's anything else I'm missing."

"Yeah. If you think so."

You got your coat and still holding the pokeball, you made the pokemon follow Stacy out of the dorm room and all the way to the class building (along with Zen because you weren't risking this thing going berserk again). It wasn't hard to find Professor Joy. The retired Nurse Joy was found exactly where you thought she'd be, which was the Health/Pokemon Care classroom getting last minute preparations finished, but was shocked to high heavens to see the lot of you just waltz on in with a houndoom and Zangoose. You let Stacy explain the entire situation (leaving out the part where you both had to clean Emerald's room for her-) and gestured to the houndoom who still looked grumpy but more calmer, maybe because Zen was still staring dagger at him this entire time. Professor Joy took a moment to just look at all of you before you all watched her take out what could only be described as a medical kit- OH! Right. She was both the teacher and C.U.'s resident on campus nurse. The houndoom grumbled and grunted as she poked and prodded at it to see if it was alright, and you and Stacy exchanged glances every so often, until her grandmother pulled the houndoom onto what must've been a machine to weigh pokemon and the small lit up scale dialed up until it showed the numbers '62' on the screen. Professor Joy just looked at it for a long moment before back at the grumbling pokemon then looked at the both of you with a judgmental frown.

"This houndoom is fifthteen pounds underweight! How is it like this!?"

You looked surprised as Stacy shook your head. "We don't know. We just found it and brought it to you."

Professor Joy hummed and crossed her arms for a moment with an annoyed expression on her face. "Well then whomever owns this pokemon hasn't been feeding them the right food!"

"You mean the fire type food you told us in class?" you offered and she made a face.

"Yes, but not quite..." She rose a brow back at you. "Which one you currently has it's pokeball?" Stacy pointed at you. "Tell it to use flamethrower or some kind of fire attack."

"What!? In here? Are you sure?"

"Just do it." You weren't sure what she was doing but you looked between the two before wincing and telling the thing to use flame thrower, snapping your eyes shut to avoid seeing the fire damage it would cause- *COUGH!!*...You blinked. What the- The houndoom hacked and coughed, making a bunch of choking sounds before a couple weak plumes of smoke escaped it's throat. Just as Professor Joy leaned over to sniff at some of the smoke escaping it's mouth.

"EW! Granny, what are y-"

"I knew it." The professor huffed annoyed and scowled at the poor thing, "The smoke's not pungent."

"Uh..Doesn't all smoke smell bad?"

"Typically yes, but Houndoom's are different,'' she explained one hand patting the wincing pup's head. "The smoke that comes out of their mouth smells more pungent than most fire types due to the certain chemicals developed in their bodies to fuel their fire. But there's no bad smell or fire coming from it. No smell means no fire. No fire means little to no chemicals. And no chemicals means that it can't use any fire type moves to defend itself. That's most likely why it tried to bite you upon fire meeting rather than use it's flames."

You both could only stare at her in disbelief. "How could this have happened?!"

"Houndoom aren't native to Galar. So there's none of their natural food sources that grow here. Clearly whoever owned this houndoom didn't know or care to figure that out judging by the state it's in."

"Is it going to be ok?"

She sighed but nodded. "Yes. It's not malnourished thank goodness. But it'll need lots of food with nutrients to gain back what it lost. I'll write you a diet for it, but that's all I can offer. You'll be able to pick it up at the pokemon center later...." She then paused and gave a stare at Zen who was staring back at her, and then she rose a brow at it too. "...And while you're here I should take a look at your zangoose. It seems to have a few problems of it's own."

Now THIS surprised you because you looked to Zen and looked him up and down. He didn't seem in bad shape to you. You certainly fed him enough and took him out for exercise and everything else he needed to keep healthy. He didn't act like he was in bad shape either, surely if he needed something he would've bugged you until you found out what it was like whenever he was hungry. "But I make sure to take care of him."

"I'm not saying you're not," she explained calmly, "I'm saying that there might be things you're unaware of. Does he always walk upright with his claws out like he is now?"

"I-...Yes, he does but he always sharpens them when he needs to so it's not like they're dull."

"That's not normal zangoose behavior," she explained further looking at him more. "Unless they're attacking or feel threatened, they're usually traveling on all fours with their claws retracted which is why your zangoose is acting so strange."

"...Are you saying he's feeling threatened all the time then?"

"No. It's not that either. He seems unusually...calm....Would you mind if I examine him for a moment?"

"Uh.." You looked between Zen and her uncertain for a moment before shrugging. "I mean..yeah. If there's something wrong I'd rather know about it. Zen, hop up on the table there and behave."

You were concerned about the shocked face the professor gave when Zen listened to you and silently climbed up onto the small table. After a moment or two of just standing there, she went to work. Doing all the things she did with the houndoom but this time went further and had you make Zen let her examine his claws and you had to keep him from hissing at her when she took a closer look at the scars on either side of his body, but by the end of it the professor seemed less concerned and more confused.

"Well...You're right in that there's nothing wrong with him, but I do have to ask. Where on earth did you get him? Zangeese aren't native to Galar either."

"Actually I don't know where he came from exactly," you answered looking at Zen as he yawned widely, "I won him in a fair game last year and he's sorta been stuck with me since then."

"A fair game??...Did he exhibit any strange behaviors when you first got him? Usually zangeese aren't this calm."

You shrugged. You had no idea since you never owned a zangoose before so you wouldn't know. Maybe he once belonged to someone who just happened to train him real well? "I mean...He was really curious when I first let him out, but he's been pretty well behaved since then...Unless you count dumping out my backpack whenever he's hungry."

"AH! So that's it!" She smiled. "Then there's absolutely nothing wrong with his behavior." You gave her a 'what' making her chuckle. "I had a hunch but I couldn't be sure. I believe your particular Zangoose used to be a pack alpha."

"A pack what?"

"You see, zangeese have a particular behavior when it comes to living in the wild," she explained, "Zangoose usually run in packs, usually three to a pack but they can get up to even twelve in one pack. There's often one that's a singular leader known as an 'alpha'. You can usually tell an alpha from the other members of a pack from how they act." She gestured to Zen. "What you have here is ...or really was an alpha. His behavioral patterns are all there. Zangoose alphas act different than others in the pact because of their leadership status. They're much more calmer, and they often walk more often on their hind legs with their claws out to protect the pack in any instant, you said yours has always acted like that right?" You nodded. "Then there's nothing wrong with him. You're looking at a long time alpha of a pack if the behavioral patterns are ingrained that deeply. That wasn't him being curious when you all met either, that was him sizing you up as potential pack mates." She smiled. "With how well he gets along with you, I'd say he already accepted you as new family."

You stared at her for a long moment before looking back at Zen who yawned again and lifted his back leg to scratch his ear, a duck sound going off in your mind. .....ZEN WAS A FREAKING PACK LEADER!? Well, you guessed ex-pack leader now, but how the heck did he end up here then if he was once a long standing leader of a pack!? Did someone catch him and then abandon him like Emerald did with the houndoom?? Was he separated from his old trainer by accident? Was he just traded by the old man running the game? Or was there more unorthodox methods at play? ..But what she said made sense. It explained Zen's non aggressive nature well and why he seemed to be highly aware of his surrounding, like how he was instantly able to subdue the houndoom. He was protecting who he saw as what was essentially his new family. That thought made your heart break into a thousand pieces at the thought. What happened to take him away from his old family-

"I'll give you both the appropriate food for the houndoom and write down a strict diet for him," the professor stated making you blink back to her, "With it he should be back in shape in a months time. Although you should take him for regular check ups to the local pokemon center to keep track of the progress...As for your zangoose, I'd advise having him start walking on all fours a little more. It'll be better for his posture."

"I understand. ...Thanks."

At the end you and Stacy found yourselves walking back towards the dorm room in silence with both the houndoom and Zen walking next to the both of you, the houndoom seemed to be looking around very curiously around himself at the chilly snowy areas, a decent sized bag of dog food- Uh..Poke-food in your arms for the houndoom.

"Sooooo....What now?," Stacy asked concerning the houndoom. "She literally just abandoned her pokemon!"

"Hey. We don't know that," you...tried to give Emerald the benefit of the doubt even if you didn't want to. "Obviously she was in a rush, so she could've just forgotten him by accident. Maybe she'll come back for him."

"And if she doesn't?" You didn't have an answer for that. "I can't stay to take care of him. I'm only staying in town until graduation next week, then I'm taking an internship at Wyndon Hospital and I'm already busy preparing to move out."

"I can take care of him for a few days,'' you stated looking at him, "The school doesn't close until after Friday so I should be able to stay two more days in case she comes back."

"And if she doesn't come back? What will you do then?"

That was a good question. You couldn't release the houndoom if it wasn't native to Galar without it's natural food source, and you had no idea where Emerald was or where she went or where she came from. So there's little chance you could contact her or a family member to give the houndoom back, and if she didn't come back the poor thing would be abandoned. "....I'll go to one of the gym leaders." You settled on. That was your best bet. Being gym leaders, they had much more experience raising, battling, and being around all kinds of pokemon, plus they had already taken cared of the pokemon Sordward and Shielbert left abandoned in their gym before. Surely they'd be able to help at the very least. "If I can't figure out what to do then I ask them about it. They'll know more about this kind of thing than I can."

"Seems like a solid plan. Are you sure you can take care of him tho?"

"It'll be for two days at most, I can handle him. Besides if he gets aggressive I have Zen to help back me up on keeping him tame, but I don't think he'll try anything again if he's taken cared of. We'll be ok."

"Alright, but please be careful."

It's funny how fast two days can fly by. Stacy finished packing when you got back and later that day her grandmother and mother showed up to help move her out and then she too was gone. Leaving you all alone in the dorm room with just your pokemon for company. Silver stayed well far away from the houndoom and Zen continued to just glare at it sizing him up as it just stared grumpily off at nothing, until you gave it a giant heaping of whatever food the professor gave you. It was gone in a matter of minutes with how greedily the thing ate it up. Whoa...He must've been REALLY hungry then. Emerald did not return for the rest of that day. The next day went by, Thursday. Still no signs on Emerald, and the houndoom didn't cause anymore problems as you continued to feed it the amount needed. And then Friday came. The last day you all could stay until you'd be forced to leave. You had waited the entire day sitting there for any signs of Emerald to show up, but still nothing. By now it had been almost three whole days since Emerald left and left you with a mess and pokemon to care for, well there wasn't anything else you could do- I mean...What else COULD you do? Except doing what you said you would do it. You trudged through the snow with three pokemon on your heels and a small pair of clothes within your arms, you had to return them anyways you just hoped they wouldn't mind you dropping in on them. You had remembered the way distantly from when Gordie rescued you from the fountain, and thankfully you were able to find your way back to Ms. Melony's house and knocked on the front door after a moment's hesitation. There was silence for a moment before soft footsteps came from the other side and soon after the doorknob turned and the door opened, on the other side was a girl around Gloria's age with white hair and bright ice blue eyes. The teenager was smiling when she answered the door but upon seeing you blinked and gave a confused look.

"Um. Hi!," you greeted with a smile to her, "This is completely out of the blue but I was wondering if your mom or big brother was home?"

She blinked again, rose a brow, looked you up and down, and then squinted her eyes suspiciously. "....Why? Who are you?"

"I'm Y/n. You're brother pulled me out of the fountain in town?"

In an instant her face lit up in realization. "Oh! You're that girl Gordie was talkin' about!" She then smiled in an amused way. "Yeah. I remember you pretty well."

"Yeah." You felt embarrassment crept through you again. "Anyways, is any of the gym leaders here?"

She nodded chuckling now. "Yeah. You're just in time. We just finished 'family dinner time' so you didn't miss anyone."

You smiled. "That's great! Can we come in?"

She gave a sly smile before stepping aside. "Sure. Come right on in. Just don't forget to wipe your feet."

You thanked her before walking right on into the living room with Zen and the houndoom at your sides, Silver poking his head out of your backpack as you looked around the place but nothing could have prepared you for what Elsa said after she closed the door, and with a smirk only a teasing little sister could, turned towards the home.

"HEY MA!!," your pokemon winced at her loud lungs as her voice echoed throughout the house. "WE GOT A VISITER!!"

"Use your inside voice!," right on cue Melony's voice came from the kitchen area and only now you realized you could hear the clatter of dishes being moved around. "And who is it this late in the day? I already told the paparazzi no interviews!"

Elsa smirked. "IT'S GORDIE'S GIRLFRIEND!!" 

Glass shatter sound effect. wave

...What-

The sound of dishes suddenly stopped, and it was dead quiet for a moment except for a few giggles from Elsa, until there was a quick shuffle of footsteps and who should you see poking their heads out of the entrance to the kitchen, but Gordie himself who looked confused but upon seeing you, now looked absolutely panicked and Melony later behind him calmer but confused to all the noise that was going on.

Melony blinked. "...Oh, it's you, Dear." She smiled politely. "How nice to see you again! Gordie, dear, don't stand there with your mouth open! Tell your girlfriend to come inside-"

"S-S-SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!," he quickly forced out panicked looking between you and his mother horrified to be seeing you standing in his mother's living room, although his red face wasn't convincing his family in the slightest. "W-What are you doin' here!?"

As your answer you held out the small pair of clothes. "I came to return the clothes your mom lent me. Thanks again by the way."

"Oh! Well thank you!" Melony happily took it from you with a smile. "How nice of you! Gordie, why didn't you tell me she was so nice?"

SMACK!!

You blinked at the sudden smacking sound as Gordie facepalmed himself red faced as his sister just giggled. "BECAUSE she's NOT my girlfriend! We're only acquaintances!"...And again he looked at you. "B-But  thanks for returning my Ma's stuff...I guess."

"Yeah. But I'm not here for just that, I came to see you too."

Gordie's mind blanked. "W-WHAT!? I-I- You-...Why!?"

"One of my room mates abandoned a pokemon in her dorm room and I can't find her or anything." You decided to ignore any embarrassing topics stirred by Elsa by gesturing to the scratching houndoom. She was just trying to get a rile out of Gordie anyways. Nothing more. "I didn't know what else to do with it so I thought maybe you or your mom could help me out."

....Oh.

Oh. OH!!

He literally wanted to ram his head under a rock and never come back out from embarrassment, didn't help Elsa was still snickering at his reaction. "....Oh-"

"Oh, the poor baby," Melony cooed a hand on her cheek looking at the houndoom, "Whoever would do such a thing to the-..The-...What type of pokemon is that again?"

"A houndoom. It's a fire and dark type. I think they're from Kanto."

"Dark and fire?...That's a bit out of our expertise," Gordie mumbled taking a look at the houndoom, "...But I guess I can make a few calls and see what laws there are concerning abandoned pokeballs with pokemon still in them."

"I can make call up Kabu. Or Piers," Melony added, "They might be able to help with...something. They specialize in those types after all. Where can we be able to find you?"

"For now? Circhestor's hotel. I'm staying there until I can figure out what to do about the limited housing."

At this Gordie blinked. "Oh. You're not stayin' in your dorm anymore?"

"No. It's closed for summer break anyways and it won't be open again until mid August which is months from now."

"So you...didn't leave yet?"

"Well I guess I could, but it takes so long to travel anywhere from here and I don't want to take a long trip like that again until my second year's over with." You'd already been emailed the results of your tests scores and other than a C in math, your grades were pretty good enough for you to get to go onto your second and final year. "So I'm staying in the hotel until I can figure something out. Plus it gives me plenty of time to prepare for the next year, since I know some things I'll have to work on."

Gordie smiled a bit- Before quickly coughing and looking to the side. "Um...Y-Yeah. I- I mean- WE!! WE will get back to you o-once we make those calls! Haha! N-No need ta worry!" He smiled widely as you rose a brow. "Nothin' to worry your head off! J-Just do your own thing in the meantime!"

"Really? Thanks! You're actually a really nice guy!"

"Haha! Y-Yeah."

Long story short, you ended up leaving their home to go acquire yourself a room at the hotel with your pokemon, and as soon as the door clicked behind you silence rang between the family members standing there. Gordie sighed. Elsa looked at him amused and Melony looked at him and said something that would make Elsa howl in laughter once again.

"She's such a nice, Young Lady. You should invite her to dinner next Friday."

"MA! NO!!"

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[casualjacobwrites]

FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt #17 - Make-Up Day (prompt 16)

I'm bringing back Garaile and making up for missing Prompt 16 - Jerk. He's my non-WoL alt whose backstory I explained a bit for the Barbarous prompt. One day I'll write his story and explain the whole thing with Kaia, who is the orphan he saves.

Word Count: 720

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“You...you're such a jerk!”

Garaile staggered backward as if he'd been struck. Over the course of his unnaturally long life he had been called far worse, but somehow hearing Kaia's shout at him in anger hurt him worse than any other insult slung his way. He gazed down at her diminutive figure to see her green eyes filling with tears. Her lower lip jutted out in a pout as she made a fist to smack his thigh.

Unfazed by her punch, Garaile knelt before her and tried to reach for her hands. She pulled away shaking her head in defiance. “You can't. You can't leave me here! I wanna stay with you and Briar and Buffalo.” Several conjurers turned their heads upon hearing the little girl's wailing then quickly looked away when Brother E-Sumi-Yan cleared his throat.

“Kaia, I told you, it's not safe for you in Ul'dah,” Garaile said softly. For someone capable of making grown men piss their pants in fear with a glare, he was helpless in the face of a child's grief. “It's better for you here, and the elementals will protect you.” He reached a tentative hand up to stroke her hair feeling gladdened when she didn't try to move away from his touch. “You belong here.”

She sniffled and wiped at her face. “Will you visit me?”

He glanced over her shoulder to see Brother E-Sumi-Yan's stern expression. It would be easier to lie, but Kaia deserved better than a lie. “I can't. Perhaps later, Briar can come to Gridania, Buffalo too.”

Kaia's face scrunched up again as another sob shook her frail form. “Will I ever see you again?”

Before Garaile could respond, E-Sumi-Yan spoke. “Mayhaps when you are older, after you have mastered your conjury.” The Padjal approached and crouched down next to Garaile. As he continued, his voice remained soothing and calm. “For now, you must stay here with us in the Stillglade Fane. Do you know your letters?” He smiled when Kaia nodded her head. “Then you can write to one another. He'll tell you about your friends in Ul'dah and you will be able to tell him what you learn here.”

For a mercy Kaia seemed somewhat mollified. E-Sumi-Yan gestured for one of the conjuring students to come over. “Now, why don't you go with my friend here to get some food and a new robe? We'll start your lessons in the morning.”

Kaia nodded her head and turned to follow the student only to spin around at the last moment with her arms thrown wide. She thrust herself into Garaile, hugging his neck for all she was worth. He responded in kind with a gentle embrace, holding her for several long seconds before urging her to let go.

“Listen to Brother E-Sumi-Yan and the elementals. They will never steer you wrong,” he said. He tapped his finger against the tip of her nose just like his father had done with him as a child. “I promise I'll write to you as soon as I get back.”

Wiping her face again, Kaia finally agreed to leave. Garaile was quick to exit the building soon after with Brother E-Sumi-Yan following close behind him. When he stepped outside, he turned his face skyward and took a deep breath. He would not cry, gods damnit.

“She'll be safe here,” E-Sumi-Yan said in a quiet voice. “I will guard her with my life.”

Garaile nodded with a shaky exhale. “I know.”

“If ever your compatriots wish to visit, simply let me know and I'll arrange for lodging at the Canopy.”

“That's...kind of you,” he replied.

“She has lost so much already. I'm not so cruel as to cut her off from people she's come to trust.” The guild master reached up to pat Garaile's shoulder. “I made that mistake once and have regretted it ever since.” He waited a second then added, “But I will never admit it to anyone.”

Garaile blinked, his jaw going slack with surprise. It took his brain a few heartbeats to fully process what the other man had said. “I'm sure you did what you had to do.”

The two men said their farewells and Garaile was quick to go to the airship landing. As he boarded the platform, a breeze ruffled his hair.

Thank you, he heard.

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #CasualJacob's writing

[extravaguk]

pairing: jungkook x reader

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

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

wordcount: 15k

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

rated: m (fluff - smut - angst)

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

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

Inkphoria

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

Inkphoria

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

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nipples. Like, one of them."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"JK, sweetheart!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dammit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhm." you reply with a small voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Let me see!"

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

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

But that was before you'd caught Adam cheating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jeon Jungkook. Guk. Gukkie. Jeongukkie.

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

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

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

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

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

And oh, did it react.

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

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

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

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

You swear you almost came right on his table.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You know he's here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You okay?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jungkook leaves the pool like nothing happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why not?"

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

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

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You've made up your mind.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck him."

"I know right? Fuck him!"

"No. I mean, fuck him."

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

"A date."

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sharon Stone?"

"Chaelin's cat."

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

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

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

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

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

To your surprise, none of that happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, by the way."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Jungkook."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"He fingered you on the ferris wheel."

"Yes."

"And you came before the ride was over."

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

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

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

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

There's another pause, and then-

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

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

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

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It's not that you're mad.

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

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

'Next time, maybe.'

And there hasn't been a next time.

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

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

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

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

'you free on saturday?'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Rocky road."

"Why?"

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

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

"Lemon sherbet, in the summer."

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

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

"Okay, fine. Why?"

"You're boring and basic."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Getting drunk with Jungkook is fun and messy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ju- "

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

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

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

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

"Please, don't laugh."

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

She doesn't laugh at all.

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

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

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

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

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

"I know. I'm just sad."

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

"I know."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Inkphoria.

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

'You're crazy about him.'

Chaelin's voice echoes inside your head.

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

'And he's cazy about you too.'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Knock knock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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King of Hell

BTS

Series : part 1

Pairing: demon!Jungkook x human!Female Reader x demon!Taehyung x demon!Jimin

Genre: Angst & Smut

Word Count: 4.3K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! READ WARNINGS CAREFULLY!

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A/N: SHAIWJW, IVE BEEN “WRITING” THIS FIC SINCE LAST YEAR, HOLY FUCK. Anyways I hope you enjoy this shitty story:)

These are the warnings for the entire series!! This is a dark fanfic that is not meant for everyone! If these warnings trigger you, please leave!!

Smut Warning(s): multiple smuts, cockwarming, face slapping, saliva kink, thigh riding, humiliation, heavy degradation, dacryphilia kink, threesome, anal, blowjob, somnophilia kink, mirror sex, choking, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, mix of ddlg, sleep sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, begging, small bits of praising, marking, fear kink, cum shots, cum eating

Other Warning(s): possessive!Jungkook, blood, murder, torture, physical abuse, Stockholm Syndrome, submissive reader

I’m probably missing something...

THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong. But did she care?

No.

The girl laid supine on her boss's desk, sore legs bound around his torso, caging him in. His hand gently kneads her sensitive breast, earning soft moans from her. She grabbed his tie and tugged on it until he leaned down and passionately kissed her. The man gently pulled her up and swiftly wrapped his shapely arms around her body. She pulled away first, eager to catch her breath.

The excessive tension in the overheated room was unbearable. Her head remained low in embarrassment while her boss burned her with his gaze. To break up the tension, she awkwardly clears her throat and hops off his desk. For some reason, she desperately wanted to apologize but stopped herself. From what she remembers, her boss was undressing her with his eyes, so she let him have it. Deciding she’s not going to apologize, she frantically pulled up her skirt and opened the door to leave.

However, her boss was faster than her and instantly closed it again. He cupped her cheeks and attempted to kiss her again, but she stepped away. “I’m sorry, Dr. Kim. It’s getting late and my apartment is far from here, so I better get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Taehyung scowled at her. It was insulting to him. No one has ever rejected his touch. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and flung her onto his desk. She groaned in pain, protecting her injured side. Taehyung clutched her face and attached his lips onto hers, kissing her like it was his last time. She instinctively kicked her legs at him, but that made him more belligerent.

“Stop! Leave me alone!” She yelled, throwing her hands against his chest, trying to get him off. Unfortunately, she was no match for him. Taehyung pinned her down without a struggle and pulled her skirt down again. “I tried being nice, princess. But now you’ve gotten on my nerves.” He growled, forcing his cock in, despite her screaming at him to stop.

A sadistic smirk appears on his face as he picks up his pace. His warm cock fitted inside of her perfectly. It was like they were made for each other. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the feeling to the fullest. While Taehyung was on cloud nine, the girl was bawling her eyes out underneath him. “T- Taehyung! Stop! It h- hurts!” She sobbed uncontrollably, breath hitching. Her vision started to blur as she felt her energy drain out of her writhing body. She's never endured this much pain.

Taehyung grunts as he pushes himself forward one last time before cumming in her. “Fuck! You feel so good, baby.” He leaned down and licked her tears away. He then created a trail of hickeys along her jawline, down to her collar bone. “How about another round, babe?”

“No, no! Please, no! It hurts!” She hiccuped, putting her hands together. “Please, Dr. Kim. I’ll do anything except for this! I c- can give you money… if you’d like.” Taehyung couldn’t help himself. Watching her beg for mercy was a turn on. “I don’t need your filthy money, slut. Now stay still or else you're fired.”

He ruthlessly entered in again. She let out a painful whimper but didn’t dare to move because her job was on the line. Taehyung held her hips down and quickened his pace. The helpless girl was fighting off the urge to push him away with all her remaining strength. Soon enough, her legs trembled on their own as ripples of forced pleasure went through her body. More tears gathered in her fearful eyes. A minute passed, she was still sprawled on his desk, catching her breath. “C- can I pl- please leave now?” She faintly whispered, on the verge of passing out.

Taehyung pulled her ragged skirt up then pulled her upright. He moved her hair out of her face and tenderly caressed her cheek, admiring her face. “You won’t tell anyone about this, understand?” She sobbed but nodded her head. “Good… get your stuff, I’ll drive you home.”

“No, sir. It’s okay. I’ll call a taxi. You can go home.” Taehyung’s eyes darkened. He grabbed her neck and squeezed it. “You’re making me repeat myself, Y/N. You out of all people should know how much I hate doing that. Now for the last time, get your shit and I’ll drive you home.” He took a step back and followed her to her office. She quickly grabbed her purse and jacket, then they both headed out.

The car ride home was silent. She didn't dare to speak a word. Not after what he did to her. All she could do is keep her head down and play with the hem of her shirt. Taehyung glanced over at her here and there, but he too didn’t speak a word. He looked in his rear view mirror and spotted his best friend sitting in the back, staring at “his” girl. “Keep your eyes off of her. She’s already taken, Jungkook.”

Y/N flinched when Taehyung started talking. “Huh? Are you talking to me?” She asked, confused. Red flags were popping up but she couldn’t exactly jump onto the highway. She bit down on her lip and waited for a response. “Took you a while to detect my presence, Taehyung. I thought you could do better.” She immediately turned around and saw a man sitting in the middle seat, legs spread apart. His long, jet-black hair almost veiled his eyes, and he was covered in tattoos. “Who the hell are you?!” She slightly yells, clearly startled by the man. “I wouldn’t raise my voice if I were you, sweetheart. Anyone who disrespects me will regret it for the rest of their life and afterlife.” Jungkook mockingly said, confusing the girl even more. She turned to Taehyung for an explanation, but he simply rested his hand on her thigh. “Calm down, angel. I won’t let him hurt you.”

“Bold of you to say that, Taehyung. You really think you can take me on?” Jungkook challenged.

“To keep her by my side, I’d knock you over without hesitation.” Taehyung said with a dull expression on his face.

“Don’t tell me you have feelings for this girl. Man, you keep letting me down. First living in the mortal world and now, falling in love. What’s next? Marriage? Family planning? Pathetic, Kim Taehyung. If Jimin were here, he’d be laughing his ass off.”

“If you have nothing nice to say, leave. I thought you didn’t enjoy the mortal world.”

“I don’t, I just wanted to see what my dearest friend is up to. I’m astonished, however. You managed to keep that unpleasant side of yours a secret.”

Taehyung glanced at his girl. Her face was pale and if you looked closely, she was shaking. Taehyung stroked her thigh in a soothing manner, signinally her to calm down. Out of fear, she clings to Taehyung’s hand tightly. This didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. He sensed her fear the moment she sat in the car. He enjoyed watching her crumble apart in the passenger seat. She looked vulnerable and afraid, he wanted to ruin her innocent looking face.

“Stop gawking at my girlfriend, Kook. Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“No, I actually don’t. Next month, I’ll be announced king, but until then, I’ll hang around you and this lovely princess.”

From that point on, Taehyung knew he couldn’t leave her alone. If he did, Jungkook would 100% hurt her or even worse, mark her as his own. Jungkook’s one selfish bastard. He will always put himself before others. Taehyung immediately knew Jungkook was attracted to her; he could tell just by observing the way Jungkook looked at her. But he wasn’t going to let Jungkook have her too. Originally, Taehyung was supposed to be king, but Jungkook was stubborn and wanted to fight for the title. Taehyung didn’t want to fight his best friend, so he willingly surrendered.

30 minutes later, he finally arrived at her apartment. She quietly thanked Taehyung for the ride, then got out. However, Taehyung turned off his engine and got out of his car. “I’m staying with you tonight.” Without question, she nodded her head and grabbed Taehyung’s hand. She was terrified of what was going on. Of course she wanted an explanation, but Taehyung seemed to be protecting her. Therefore, she thought it’d be the best to stay with him until she knows exactly what’s going on.

She opened her apartment door and set her purse and jacket on the table. “I’m gonna go shower… Make yourself at home... I guess.” She mumbled the last part and headed to her bathroom until Taehyung stopped her. “Mind if I join?” Taehyung hinted he needed to talk to her so she said yes. Meanwhile, Jungkook plopped down on the couch with his arm behind his head. “Got any bourbon?” He yelled and she responded, “the cabinet behind you has all the liquor I own.”

Taehyung pulled her into the bathroom and hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry! I fucked everything up for you.”

“Taehyung, what are you talking about?” She worriedly asked. Taehyung looked at the door then quickly turned the shower on. “We have to be quiet. He might hear us.” “Please tell me what’s going on! Who is he? How did he get inside your car?!” She whispers as calmly as she can. “His name is Jeon Jungkook. Next month, he'll be announced king of hell. He’s a very powerful demon and currently, he’s looking for his queen. Someone who can be the mother of his children and someone he can somewhat tolerate. Y/N, he has his eyes on you. You need stay around me, so I can protect you. I know I hurt you not too long ago, but trust me on this one. Jungkook has anger issues and if he gets a hold of you, you will be his punching bag for eternity.”

“Demon? King of hell? Are you hearing yourself right now?” She whispers louder, being unable to control her anger and concern. “I’m not lying, Y/N. How else did he get into my car. Do you remember our conversation in the car? He said he didn't like the human world.”

“What about you? What are you?!”

“I’m a demon too.”

“Prove it because I don’t believe-” Taehyung towers over her and his eyes turn black. His teeth become insanely sharp and black, thick horns start coming out of his head. She stood there, staring at his true form. She reached out and touched his cheek which was freezing cold. “Demons are real?” She faintly whispered. “Take your clothes off. He’s coming.” Taehyung’s out of his clothes in a blink of an eye but she didn’t want to remove her clothes. Taehyung heard Jungkook getting closer, so he ripped her clothes off and pushed her in the shower. He followed behind and pinned her against the wall, kissing her forcefully. “He’s looking through the door, pretend you're enjoying it so we're unsuspicious.” She surprisingly listens and returns the kiss. Taehyung picks her up, and she wraps her legs around his waist, allowing him to enter her. “Moan loud for me, baby.” The girl digs her nails into his shoulder and releases her needy moans.

Jungkook was standing in the door way, watching Taehyung fuck the living out of her. What he would do to be in his position. A part of Jungkook was telling him to kill Taehyung and take his place. However, the other half of him knew that it would create a war between the Kim’s and the Jeon’s. Centuries of feuds have been going on between the two families and it finally ended when Taehyung’s father made a peace offering and Jungkook’s dad happily accepted. From there on, Taehyung and Jungkook grew up together as best friends. Jungkook stopped himself from making a big mistake but continued watching the two fuck.

Taehyung came in her one last time before pulling out and cleaning her up with some water. She clung onto Taehyung because she had no more feeling in her legs. Her clit was burning from the overstimulation, but she wasn’t complaining because it felt so good. He carried her back to her room and wiped her body off with a towel. Jungkook went back to the couch and tried to relax his mind. For some reason, her moans kept playing in his head and before he knew it, he was hard. “Shit!” He angrily muttered.

After tucking Y/N in, Taehyung came to the living room to see what Jungkook was doing. Jungkook was leaning on the balcony railing, staring at the full moon. “If you want, you can crash at my place.” Taehyung said, fiddling with his house keys. “Nah, I think I’ll stay right here… By the way, your girlfriend is hot. If she ever wants to have a threesome, tell her-”

“She doesn’t, Jungkook. One man is good enough for her.”

“That’s too bad. Well, tell her if she gets tired of you she can come to me any time and anywhere.” Jungkook cockishly smiled, raising one eyebrow. “Stop with the jokes, will you?” Taehyung's voice got deeper because he’s had enough of Jungkook’s irritating comments. “I’m going to bed now. Sleep on the couch or wander on the street, I don’t care. Just don’t kill anyone.” Taehyung said before leaving Jungkook alone on the balcony. “I'll try not to.”

Taehyung opened the door and saw Y/N struggling to fall asleep. He quickly got into her bed and pulled her into his comforting embrace. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” He carefully laid her face on his chest then ran his fingers through her smooth hair. “I love you so much. You don’t even know how long I’ve been watching you.”

“How long?” She whispers back. “First year of university was when I first saw you. Ever since then, I’ve been looking out for you.” She giggled and wrapped her arms around his body. “Why didn’t you talk to me?” Taehyung smiled, remembering why. “I’m a little shy.” She climbed up his chest and kissed him on the lips. “Is he gone?” She asked, tracing lines on Taehyung’s chest. “He’s gonna crash on your couch. Sorry about him, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay.”

Soon, silence took over the room and the girl fell asleep on Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung continued to play with her hair and trace her back until the door slightly opened. He saw Jungkook in the doorway and sighed. “What do you want now?”

“Her.”

Everything happened rapidly. The door swung open and all Taehyung saw were 2 red eyes staring him down. Before he could react, Jungkook knocked him out and pinned the girl’s body down. He entered into her sore cunt, causing her to wake up. As soon as she saw Jungkook’s face, she started to scream and fight. “Stop! Taehyung, help me!” She shook Taehyung’s body, but he was unresponsive. “What did you do to him?!”

“Shut up and cooperate with me or else I’ll take you to hell.” Jungkook swiftly got into a better position and let his raging boner free. The bed frame began banging against the wall harder and harder each time. Y/N was in a state of shock. She didn’t know what to do. Jungkook viciously thrusted into her and held her down by her neck. “No! Please! Stop!” Jungkook flipped her around and took her from behind. He spanked her ass multiple times, leaving his hand print on her skin. He pulled out and got up from the bed, dragging her along with him. “Look at yourself, you fucking slut.” Jungkook pulled her hair and forced her to look at herself in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you, slut. If I see your eyes aren’t open, I’ll slit your family's throat and send you pictures.”

“No! No! Please don’t! I- I won’t close my eyes, I promise.” Jungkook thrusted in again and had no mercy on her. Tears were rushing down her face but didn't once close her eyes. Jungkook deliberately went faster seeing if she could handle the pain. It took a lot out of her, but she didn’t want to put her family in danger so she listened to every order. Jungkook continued fucking her hard. He could sense the fear that was taking over her body. She was shaking and silently crying, but it merely encouraged him to go faster. At last, he pushed his whole length in and came deep inside her. She squirted around him and collapsed on the floor. “No more, please” “Get on your knees, now!” She whimpered but got on her knees. Jungkook didn’t waste a second to shove his whole cock in her mouth. He grabbed her face and started fucking her throat as fast as he could. After some time, hot cum was running down her throat as he finally pulled out. The poor girl was choking on her own saliva when Jungkook clutched her hair and spat in her mouth.

Jungkook wanted to go for another round, but someone hit his head, knocking him out. Jungkook fell to the floor, revealing a conscious Taehyung. He immediately picked her off the floor and hugged her tightly. She started sobbing on his shoulder. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, baby. We have to leave.” He quietly spoke. Taehyung quickly cleaned her up and gave her some warm clothes to wear. He carried her out of the apartment and into his car. He quickly dialed someone’s number and stepped on the gas.

“Hello?”

“Jimin! Take your fucking brother back to hell. He’s lost his fucking mind. He knocked me unconscious and raped my girlfriend.”

“Holy shit! Where is he?”

Taehyung quickly informs Jimin of Jungkook’s location.

“I’ll pick him up. Just find a safe place, Tae.”

“Yeah, I will.”

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After receiving the call from Taehyung, Jimin rushed to Jungkook. He was still on the floor, passed out. “How hard did you hit him, Taehyung?” Jimin muttered before bringing Jungkook back to hell and chaining him up.

Jungkook woke up with his head pounding. He groaned and looked at his surroundings. “What the hell?” He spoke in a raspy voice. “Wake up, brother. Taehyung informed me you were up to no good.” Right, that bastard Taehyung, he thought. Memories of last night came rushing to his head and he couldn't help but smile. “Where’s Y/N?” Jungkook asked, replaying last night in his head. “Y/N? As in Taehyung’s girlfriend?”

“Don’t call her Taehyung’s girlfriend. Soon, she’ll find her way back to me.”

“Brother, I knew you were absurd, but fucking Taehyung’s girlfriend? Really?”

“You’ve never seen her before, so you won’t understand. But as soon as you get close to her, I ensure you, you won’t be capable of controlling yourself.”

“I’ll see for myself.” Jimin said before getting up and closing the heavy metal door, leaving Jungkook alone.

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1 month later

After the incident with Jungkook, Y/N and Taehyung got into a serious relationship. Every single day, Taehyung worked on becoming stronger to protect his beloved. He felt remorseful for placing her in this kind of situation, so the least he could do is protect her. Y/N was deeply in love with Taehyung. At first, she kept telling herself she only wants him around so he can keep her safe, however she couldn’t help herself. She let go of what he did in the past and focused on the present.

“Taehyung! I’m home!” Taehyung pops his head from the kitchen and she swiftly runs into his embrace. “I missed you.” She pouted her lips and kissed him. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“I missed you more.” She giggles at his response and pecks him all over his face. Taehyung picked her up and sat on the couch with her on his lap. A sweet make out turned into a heated one quickly. She tugged on his shirt then removed it for him and he did the same for her. “How about we try something different?” Taehyung placed her on one of his thighs and placed both of his hands on her ass. “Ride my thigh, angel.” She started moving slowly, unsure of how it might feel. Once her clit started getting some stimulation, she kept going faster and faster, falling apart in Taehyung’s arms. She clenched and came around nothing while Taehyung attacked her tits with his mouth. He left a trail of hickeys all over her upper chest. Taehyung came in his pants just from watching her and feeling her juices leak onto his thigh.

They both eagerly kissed each other until Y/N pulled away. “Can we go out for dinner? I don’t feel like cooking today.” She panted, playing with Taehyung’s hair. “Of course we can.”

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The long-awaited day had finally come. The crowd was larger than it ever had been. Everyone came down to watch the ritual and pay their respects to the new king. Torches were pointed downward, symbolizing death. In the middle of the stadium, there was a massive platform. On the platform, there was a throne, a crown, a pentagram and a tied up angel for the sacrifice. Jimin and his father stood side by side, wearing black suits. The crowd went silent when everyone detected a compelling, cold presence. Jungkook revealed himself from the shadows in his true form. He was shirtless with only a thin fabric wrapped around his waist. He walked to the platform and laid down on the pentagram. Everyone knew, this was the beginning of a new chapter.

Moments later Jungkook was screaming in pain. His body became a portal for all the previous kings. They were passing their abilities down to him, resulting in Jungkook's chest and back being burned. Everyone in the audience stood up and started chanting. Jungkook sat upright and headed towards the angel who was pleading for mercy. He manipulated his sharp nail and slit their throat, killing them in a matter of seconds. He attached his mouth onto their neck as the chanting got louder. The warm, thick liquid gliding down his throat was incredibly addictive. Jungkook could feel his power triple in seconds. He tossed the deceased angel away like a rag doll then faced his people. He stretched his wings and grew out his horns.

“I am honoured to be your new king. Thank you to everyone who came to watch the ritual. Please know I’ve acknowledged your presence and respect. I greatly appreciate it.”

Everyone applauded for Jungkook. Surviving the ritual requires an enormous amount of strength. Jungkook has proved to everyone that he is worthy of being king.

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“Are you ready? I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.” Taehyung said, sitting down on the couch. He was dressed up in his black suit and tie, looking flawless like always. 5 minutes had passed, and he still hadn’t heard a word from her. “Angel? What’s taking so long? Do you need help with your dress?” Taehyung walked back to their shared bedroom only to see Jungkook holding her down with his sharp nail on her neck. “I’m giving you two options, Taehyung. Let me have her, and I won’t hurt her or, she dies, I take her back to hell and torture her for eternity. What will it be, Taehyung?” All Taehyung saw was red. Without realizing, he changed into his demon form and attacked Jungkook. He managed to get him off of her, but strength and power wise, Taehyung was no match. Jungkook punched him over and over, until his nose and jaw was broken.

“Fuck you, Jungkook. I let you have everything! I gave it all up for you because I wanted to be a good friend! One good thing happens in my life and you fucking take it away!” Taehyung yelled, managing to punch him one last time. Y/N sprinted off the bed and rushed to Taehyung’s side. She didn’t care that Jungkook was there, all she cared about was Taehyung. “Taehyung! You’re bleeding! What should I do?! Should I call the ambulance?!” Taehyung looked into her eyes and his heart softened. Tears were streaming down her face. She was actually worried about him. Even after he revealed his true form, she stayed by his side. Does that mean she loves him? Taehyung slightly smiled. “I’ll be alright, love. I’ll heal by tomorrow.”

“No, you won’t.” Jungkook interjected as he got up and kicked Taehyung’s head. “STOP!” She screamed, protecting Taehyung with her body. She wrapped her arms around his head so Jungkook couldn't kick him. “C- can’t you see he’s hurt?! Leave him alone!” She bawled. “I’m not going to leave him alone until he makes a decision. So Taehyung, what will it be?” Taehyung wrapped his arms around her waist, refusing to let her go. “There are billions of other people in the world. Why do you want MY girlfriend?!”

“Don’t question me, Taehyung. Now give me her, or I’ll have to forcefully take her.”

Y/N started sobbing on Taehyung’s shoulder. “Please don’t take him away from me. I love him. Please don’t.” She begged, her tears staining Taehyung’s shirt. Jungkook was slowly starting to lose his temper. He massaged his temples then grabbed her arm, prying her off and away from Taehyung. “If you don’t come back with me to hell, I’ll kill Taehyung right here right now. Or better yet, I’ll make you help me kill him.”

Y/N began to shake. “Please don’t hurt him. I’ll go back with you.”

“No! Y/N he’s going to hurt you! Jungkook you can kill me but leave her alone after I die. You break the promise and will die too.”

“No, Taehyung! I can’t let you die! You can’t leave me alone!” Jungkook pushed the girl back and kicked Taehyung in the stomach. “If you want her so badly, you’re going to have to fight me.” With that, Jungkook turned around, picked her up and disappeared. “NO! Shit! Shit!” Taehyung cursed at himself.

Once again, he failed to protect his love.

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Uhhh, hi🤠

This is terrible and I’m sorry if it doesn’t live up to your expectations. I completely understand because many people have been waiting for this fic to release and it’s not even good. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed what part 1 has to offer. At first, I didn’t want to make this into a series because I’m very inconsistent. However, I had a sickening plot in mind that I really wanted to do, so the next best option was to make this into a series.

I know, not a lot of Jimin was in this, but the next couple of parts will have him.

xoxo,

naina❣️

#taehyung smut #jungkook smut #jimin smut #bts yandere #yandere bts #bts smut #non con #yandere jungkook #yandere taehyung #yandere jimin #maknae line smut #demon jungkook #demon taehyung #demon jimin #incubus bts #incubus smut #bts incubus

[atsuwiee]

when you tell them to leave you during an argument (enhypen).

i honestly don't know how to construct the title but here it is:,)

warnings: angst, having an argument, swearing/cursing. this is pretty long so get ready i guess lol

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

heeseung

"are we really doing this again?" he asks. you averted your eyes when he spoke. "look at me, y/n" there was a sudden raise in his voice- but not too loud. you stood up from your seat leaving the untouched food. "i'm tired, heeseung, please let's call it a night" you say with your back facing him. "what's with you all of a sudden?! just a while ago you were doing fine now you've completely shut down, i just can't understand you–!" the loudness of his voice made you flinch, it was rare for you both to have a heavy argument. "just– please leave– leave me alone" you say. heeseung could hear your voice breaking and he knows he shouldn't have lashed out like that. he hears the room of your door shut, leaving him with guilt.

jay

"so you hear me when i call you for diner, but can't hear me when i ask you to take a day off work?" he says. "i can't just do that, my job isn't that easy" you said, and he knew that. jay's point was is he wanted you to take a day off so he could spend time with you now that he's on break for a while. "you even did the same to me. you even missed a date–" "i almost missed it, but i arrived, didn't i?" he shot back, you already sensed where this conversation was going. "i have a career, y/n– and it's different from your job" jay said and something in that sentence just offended you. "my job is a career too, jongseong, it doesn't make it different from you being an idol" you already lost your appetite to eat so you stood up from the table. "you know what– if you're just going to make a big fuss about this then it's better that you leave me" "then i am" he said standing up from his seat, furiously heading to the door. now there's him outside guilt filling in him and you staring at the door wondering if he'll step in back again.

jake

the air in your shared room with jake was tense. both of you were at the verge of screaming at each other because of a reason jake has mistook. "how can helping a friend take that fucking long! you were more than late, y/n!" jake said with his voice gradually getting louder. "well it's better than ditching you!" you shot back. yes, you were late for a date because you stayed at your workplace to help a friend out with the files on her computer. "look- i said my reason, jaeyun. if you don't want to believe me then so be it" you say and jake was left silent. "it's better for you to leave me alone if we'll be like this the entire night" you say. jake's feet suddenly felt like they were glued onto the floor, you walk pass by him out of your shared room and he couldn't seem to move anymore. once your door shut, jake let out all his emotions. "what the hell did i just do?" he asks the air, while the dim light surrounded him, with guilt slowly eating him up.

sunghoon

"you didn't do the dishes... again" you say as you approach sunghoon who was sitting on his couch. "y/n i just got home from work, i'm tired alright-" "sunghoon i'm tired too- so could you at least can clean the shit you used after eating so things would much be easier" you said, cutting him off. you do understand that he's tired considering a hectic schedule at work, but it didn't sit right with you when he couldn't do basic cleaning. "it's just the dishes, y/n- are we going to have to argue about this?" he said standing up and facing you, clearly irritated "i get that you're tired from work- but shit- what about me? i take care of this fucking apartment when you're gone for weeks or even months, just because of your work! and you can't even consider that maybe i'm tired too and doing something simple would be nice?!" you lashed out on him. sunghoon still kept a calm expression and it pisses you off even more that he looks like he doesn't care. "if you don't care about it at all, then it's best you leave me now" you say. "y/n wait-" but too late, your bedroom door is now shut closed. sunghoon was now left with the dirty dishes to be cleaned "i hope y/n comes out once i finish" sunghoon said with his hopes high up.

sunoo

you were greeted by sunoo at the door, it was an ungodly hour for him to be at your home. his reason? sunoo was very worried to why you weren't answering or calling him, to later find out that you had forgotten to tell him you were out with your friends. "sunoo you're acting like a child- i'm a busy person and wanted to go get some time off with my friends, so of course it slipped out of my mind!" you explain, with a very frustrating tone. "y/n- it's two in the fucking morning! of course i'm more than worried" sunoo said, worry still evident in his tone. "i said what i said, okay?! now stop acting like that! it won't happen again, alright?!" you realized that you were now raising your voice at your boyfriend who was just worried about you. "i'm sorry... go leave now and go back home, we still have school later on" you say. "make sure this doesn't happen again, you know how i can be a little too worried" sunoo said with a soft tone now and headed out the door. you started to regret having to act that way "he was just concerned why did i even lash out?" you say. "did i overreact?" sunoo asks the air, both of you slowly consuming guilt.

jungwon

"you never listen to me, y/n!" jungwon said, raising his voice. it was only once in a blue moon to see jungwon like this- the reason why it's because of your friends. "who are you to judge them?" you shot back. "you really are blind- don't you see they treat you like a doormat- and all they do is step on you" jungwon was all doing this out of concern. after telling him countless of stories of how your friends treated you and you'd let it slide- he just had enough this time. "it's just them being them, jungwon!" you say with your voice gradually getting louder. "no it's not- y/n don't you see how this affects you as well? you've been coming to me crying and it's always about them" you denied all of what he was saying since you were friends with these "people" for so long now. "you're starting to— break!" "yeah i am starting to break! but what can i do? i've been with them for ages how can i let them go?" your tears started to fall and jungwon was left speechless. "yeah you're right- now leave me alone" you say. "y/n i didn't mean to-" "i said leave" jungwon sighs and exits your room, gently closing your door. jungwon was just looking out for you, but he got a little out of control— too out of control.

ni-ki

it wasn't like him to get jealous, it was very rare. but now it was this particular day that just made him really jealous about you spending time with his hyungs. "where have you been?" he asked, and you already noticed his tone was different. "out with heeseung, is there something wrong?" you asked, and all he does is turn his back on you and stay silent. "riki talk to me- is there something bothering you?" "yeah, it's you being with heeseung hyung for half of the day!" the sudden raise of his voice made you flinch a bit. "i literally see nothing wrong with it riki, you're being petty" you say trying to 'reason' with him. "it just- doesn't sit right with me, alright? you didn't even bother to spend a day with me" he said. "if that's what you wanted why didn't you say so?!" you raised your voice as well. "you know- i hate where this conversation is leading us, so please leave me alone for now- i think i need a cool down" you say and walk pass him. riki just looked at you with sad eyes now, he knew he was being petty about it- but what could he do? sometimes he wanted to be selfish and sometimes he just wants time with you.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanons #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen angst #arguments #lee heeseung #park jonseog #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #ni-ki #nishimura riki #jake #jay #argument starters

[londonalozzy]

Stop Pretending (TFATWS)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside. Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)

Masterlist

Word: Pretence

Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.

Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.

Your POV

Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)  know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?

Delacroix, Louisiana.....

I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.

I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.

For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.

After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.

It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.

I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.

Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.

After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.

This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.

Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.

Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?

Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.

"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.

"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."

The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."

Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.

Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"

"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.

"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.

"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."

"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"

"I'm already not liking the sound of this."

"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.

This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.

"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.

Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."

"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.

Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.

"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."

Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."

"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."

"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.

"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"

"Of course..."

Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."

"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.

"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."

"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."

"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.

"I'll think about it."

3rd person POV

Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.

"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."

(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.

What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.

Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.

He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.

After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?

Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.

"You're welcome by the way."

#marvel #bucky x reader #bucky reader #bucky x y/n #bucky imagine #bucky #bucky barnes #mcu #avengers #tfatws #fatws #james buchanan bucky barnes #one shot #romance #drama #angst #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter soldier #sam wilson #falcon #anthony mackie #steve rogers #captain america #oc #fanfiction #fanfic

[umaruwastaken]

I wont leave you, I'm sorry. [short fluff & angst]

: hi, I'm Umaru! im very new to Tumblr and still don't know my way around the app, im pretty sure im missing something with the editing so if you have tips please do tell me :], enjoy!

Synopsis; Clay had announced his relationship with his partner,it was well until you received severe hate, clay was keeping in the anger and accidentally let it out on you.

!!TW!!:Shouting, cursing, panic attack.

↱💚Dream💚↰

→ You tucked your hair out of your face, staring intently in the ceiling... this week isn't the best week for you and your boyfriend.

everything started when he had told his fans about you and you guys' relationship, some were happy and supportive while others didn't take it too well, they were raging... you had received hate and death threats, you tried to remain calm and ignore it convincing yourself that they will forget about it in the next few weeks, but to your dismay, things have been worse, not just with clay's fans but with you two as well.

In the first weeks of getting severe hate, he was there and ready to shower you with comfort and affection, but he suddenly got too busy which makes you feel lonely, but of course you didn't wanna intrude with his career so you let him be, constantly trying to keep the relationship going through a lot of fights have occurred, it started getting worse where you won't even talk to each other without arguing... it was frustrating, but now you had decided that you wanna talk things out with him and fix the mess you both had created.

You're currently waiting in your room, clay's still streaming and have been extremely loud, you missed your chill days with him where you'd just cuddle and whisper soothing words to each other's ear but you haven't talked for the past days and if you do it'll just end up to an argument, You stood up from your bed figuring that he would end stream soon, so you decided to wait in the living room.

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After a solid two hours, you had grown impatient, he hadn't left his room though you well know that he had ended his stream since you were watching it...

you sighed finally having the courage to scurry to his room with slight disappointment written on your face...

you had started making dinner and finished.

you knocked three times, waiting expectantly for an answer and receiving none... you knocked again and voiced out this time.

"Clay, dinner's ready," you mutter having hopes that he will answer this time.

sighing once again, you opened the door to see him faced in front of his setup, talking to his friends... he looked over your way with no expression.

"what?" he asked, coming out a little bit too rude for your liking despite waiting for him for 2 hours straight, you decided to be kind and not match his temper for today.

"dinner's ready" you softly mumbled at him.

he turned back to his computer "you go eat, ill come down later." he said before unmuting his mic to talk with sapnap and George once more.

"But, it's been hours and you haven't turned that pc off, you need to eat." he clearly heard your complaint but still chose to ignore you.

"Are you seriously going to ignore me, clay? come on, just this time eat with me," you whined.

"[name], just go... I said ill go down later, eat first." that was his response to your whine, your frown grew deeper as your patience starting to wear off.

"clay! just turn that off and eat."

"I said ill be eating later, go now," he said with a slight hint of annoyance, you can tell that he was running out of patience too... you were too exhausted and just wanted the hugs your boyfriend used to give you, but that computer was your rival, A COMPUTER.

"No, clay, your eyes need to re-"

"can you just shut the f*ck up and go eat for God's sake??! how many times do I have to tell you??! [name] stop being a brat and leave me the f*ck alone!!!"

At this point, you were holding back tears, you were very sensitive with yelling, you had heard something from his pc.

"what the fuck dream?" you heard a familiar voice, which was George.

you sniffled and tried to hold back tears as you wiped those who escaped. "ok... ill go, I'm sorry" you said quietly, taking your leave from his room, as soon as he was out of sight, you sprinted to your room and cried... you tried holding your mouth hoping for the sobs to not be as loud... the voices in your head started speaking.

'he hates you now'

'he'll leave like everyone'

'you were too annoying and clingy'

'he doesn't love you anymore'

'he's tired of you, brat'

she tried stopping them by pulling her hair, starting to have a panic attack.

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On the other hand, dream stood in his room functioning what had just happened, you two fought but none ever raised voices nor insulted you like that... he was shocked and shaking as tears threatened to fall from his eyes still hearing his friends nagging.

they had heard everything.

his body trembled thinking that you probably hate him now.

without thinking twice he left the call with nick and George before running out of his room towards yours.

he tried to twist the knob of course its locked, he knocked.

"[name]? baby? please let me in, I'm sorry, I meant nothing of those words! baby? open the door, love... [name] I'm sorry! open the door"

he stopped mid-way hearing her muffled sobs and whimpers.

he started to panic, he went away and grabbed his spare key to your room and frantically opened the door to see you silently crying on the ground, hugging your knees.

he knew how you reacted when a person yells at you, he knew damn well that you were sensitive yet he had failed to take care of you, his mind was full of regret.

tears started falling from his eyes, seeing how much he had hurt you, he was frustrated about the hate and the constant blackmails about being doxxed and shit.

He quickly went towards you and hugged you, he picked you up and sat on the bed with you on his lap.

"Baby, I'm so sorry!" he hugged you tighter rubbing circles on your back.

"I'm a jerk, [name] I'm sorry" he continued kissing the top of your head and held your face to try and face you.

he had seen your face that was stained with tears with a hurtful expression on your face.

"I hate you" you mumbled "I just wanted you to eat, that all" she cried

"I know, I'm sorry baby, I was just stressed... I was frustrated that the hate will make you leave me I'm so sorry!" he explained kissing your forehead, and wiping the tears off your face.

he rested your head on his chest whispering sorry all over and over again, you had stopped the tears and now you have a runny nose

"ill never do that again, [name], I love you... we'll face the haters and continue loving each other, ok? I'm still very sorry, so to make it up to you, we'll spend two days, cuddling! just us, I promise"

he said laying the two of you on your bed. he caressed your cheeks and kissed your nose before moving towards your lips.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" he muttered all over and over kissing every part of your face.

he sighed contently taking a mental note

'must not shout at baby, must protect baby'

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[sorry-i-ship-drarry]

31. Would you come back to me?

Prompt used- doing a pinky promise. This post have been inspired by one of @drarry-is-my-therapy recent reblog and one of @fqirycircle drawing, which is absolutely amazing. TW- ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | Harry's heart had always belonged to the boy by the lake.

" dad" Albus said as he watched his father cleaning off the used utensils

" yea " harry replied looking over his shoulder to his son sitting behind the kitchen table.

" I- I was talking with mom the other day and she told me something " Albus nervously said

" oh yeah, what'd she tell ?" Harry chuckled

" why you guy's really separated " Albus replied. Harry stopped dead for a moment looking blankly at the utensils until he resumed washing, not replying anything yet.

Once done, harry wiped off his hands over his apron, handing Albus the cold coffee he had just brewed, taking one for himself, he sat down in front of Albus with a curious smile.

" so what'd she tell you ?"

" well- she doesn't want me talking to you about these things but I- think I'm big enough to know these things now, don't you think ?" He nervously asked once again.

" well- albus I think you are " harry gave albus a friendly frown and with that Albus immediately loosened up, giving harry a genuine smile.

" so what did she tell you ?" He asked once again pointing Albus to drink his cold coffee.

" well- she told me- that you guys didn't love each other " Albus said

" I do love your mom Albus-"

" just not the same way, right ?" Albus asked. Biting the inside of his cheek harry deliberated whether he should actually let Albus know or not, until he did, knowing if he were where Albus was, he'd want to know too.

Harry nodded hesitantly.

" but you guys seemed to love each other so much? Like all the things you did, I mean i don't get it how could you just fall out of love you know ?" Albus asked a little irritated by the fact that his parents had actually fallen out of love. Harry is suddenly strongly reminded of a very Vivid situation, the situation he'd been so familiar with.

" Albus- I think what you're trying to say is that we Always cared for each other. We often confuse love with care. At much later part of our marriage, before separation we had almost forgotten what was it like to love each other and simply cared for one another" harry explained.

Albus clenched looking at his father, " so you're saying one day we eventually fall out of love ?"

" what- no- Albus, no that's not what happened- hell " harry immediately responded.

" then what happened ?" Albus aggressively asked

" it's- it's just more complicated than it seems Albus but I want you to know that love is real, alright. Just because your parents didn't work out doesn't mean love cannot exists, look at your uncle Ron and aunt Hermione, I've rarely ever seen love like that and hell I can't even tell you how much time they had spent crushing desperately over each other for years. We're sorry- really for setting such a bad example but we're not perfect, nobody is. It's simply is we couldn't make it work and we regret it " harry sighed pushing his hair back from falling over his face.

Albus shoulder slumped down a bits, staring at the water ring on his coaster absent mindedly.

" just say it albus. Don't keep it in " harry encouraged knowing his son was deliberating about saying something.

Albus looked up at harry strangely, a look he had never looked at him with ever before, " she said- that you- you've never truly loved her. She said even though you loved her but a part of your heart Always belonged to someone else "

And everything stopped. Harry's breath caught in his throat, his hand stilled in the air, even his hair on his forehead became still. He was shook Ginny had told him something like that. It wasn't as if harry wasn't ever prepared for such conversations but the way it had twisted into something, it was unpredictable and he found it hard to focus on one thing.

" is it true dad ? That you loved someone else too ?" Albus contemplated nervously.

Harry looked up at albus, not realising when had he ever leant down and cleared his throat to gain his voice back.

" I never cheated alb-"

" I know. She knows that but she says she knew that you Always have loved Someone else too " Albus bit his lip nervously hoping he hadn't offended harry by saying something so personal.

" i- I never thought she'd actually tell you this" harry eyes widened in surprise as he cleared his throat once again.

" w- I shouldn't have bought this up- this is just-"

" hey hey, it's fine- you said you're big enough to know these things now- well then " harry interjected nervously " she's right. I- my heart as she put it, one part of it has always belonged to someone else " harry sighed closing his eyes, glimpsing back in his memories of that one Particular person.

" oh- who ?" He asked curiously

Harry raised his eyebrows, chuckling nervously, not believing it even for a second that he is infact about have this conversation.

" someone" he finally replied.

And with that harry is brought back into his memories from years ago, that one person's laughter resonating in his head, that one smile which was only reserved for him, that voice which echoed in his head every night, as if it was calling harry to it but just as he reached the bottom, there would be another bottom and he would be stuck. Everyday. And as harry started to finally tell Albus about his first love, he flows into his memory of the last day of 5th year after harry had recently lost Sirius and was extremely vulnerable, around the black lake away from everyone, in just his own little bubble with him.

The lake reflected with the red and yellow light of the dropping sun from across the mountain and a faint breeze drying Harry's face covered with tears. He has someone's arms around his shoulder, cooing him, reminding him one day everything would finally be fine but he didn't had it in him to even understand what he was saying. He was crying, heavily breathing because of the heart clenching pain, the void in his heart which had finally filled had now grown bigger, how was anything ever supposed to be fine..

" we need to end this " harry abruptly said

" what ?" He asked confused by Harry's sudden outrage with something complete nuisance.

" we can't- I can't keep doing this " harry replied numbly

" wha- why not ?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, feeling slightly hurt by such abysmal suggestion.

" don't you see, I lose everyone one day and I- I can't- I don't want to deliberately lose you " harry replied looking at him.

He frowned " you're not losing me harry-"

" then will I not ?" They had never talked about future, only because it remained so uncertain that they hated the idea of future

" no- you will not " he replied

" and you are absolutely 100 percent sure ? Isn't there a possibility someone would find out about us and it'll spread like a wildfire and everyone would desperately try to separate us !" Harry exclaimed

" okay harry- first calm down. Nobody have found out about us in the last one year, it seems highly unlikely someone would-"

" voldemort knows " and suddenly both of their breaths came to a halt. One word and everything they owned collapsed onto the ground as if it was the fragile chandelier hanging on the top of a broken roof.

" how-"

" he can see in my head. We can't keep doing this-"

" then we fight-"

" I'll fight- can you ?"

And there was silence. He wanted to respond that he would but he didn't trust the world, even if he trusted himself. He hated the world. He was weak, fragile and in a fight against the world, he knew he'd always lose, over and over.

" we are on opposite sides of war. Voldemort's came out. He'll be rebuilding his army. Everything is going to change. Even us" harry tried to explain without wanting to break down. This was the first time harry after sirius had sensibly talked but it was self preservation speaking for him, he couldn't afford to lose someone he really loves, once again. For once he wanted to protect his heart, he couldn't roll it over his sleeves when his sleeves were covered with thorns. It would be a death call and he couldn't give in, just yet.

" you and I- people like us don't belong together. The world will never understand us and this is the first fight we'd lose. I want this but it's going to be difficult. We can't be together as Long as we are on opposite sides-"

"Then I'll be on your side- "

" you are " harry responded giving a weak smile

" but I belong on the other side" he replied looking far ahead over the lake as if the realisation had finally dawned upon him. Something he had always known but had now slapped him right in the face.

"yes " harry replied looking at him, Saving in his memories the last time what he really looked like, his smile, his long lashes, his crooked nose, his pale skin, his tinted cheeks, his soft ears, his soft hair, his storm filled eyes, his pink plumped lips he had kissed so often. Saving it away for one day what it would look like in a pensieve.

" we knew what we were getting into but we took the risk nevertheless. It was a deranged path and we knew it from the beginning " harry softly said clutching other man's fingers with his own.

He didn't reply, he just longingly stared at the waters, as if he was remembering them not harry.

" so we give up ?" He finally asked turning to harry with unseen part of his face wet with tears. Harry reached forward wiping away his tear but they didn't stop, they only flooded more with Harry's touch.

" no, we- we promise to come back once again after all this is over" harry smiled softly.

" and you believe there will be coming back after all ? What if one of us- dies " he hesitated In fear of only imagining it.

Harry started at him knowing it was one of the possibilities but wasn't ready for such thing. It was a huge possibility that one day harry might lose " I have hope for us " harry suddenly spoke out loud. The thoughts In his mind had unknowningly reached his lips and there wasn't a going back from that.

The other man stared at harry long enough, he too concealing this part of him for that one day they'd meet again.

" promise me then if we make it through, we'll come back to each other " he asked, his voice sounding not more than a quivering sound.

" I promise that If I make it through one day, we'll meet again and come back to each other" harry replied

" pinky promise ?" He smiled.

Harry chuckled, then nodded

" do you promise ?"

" I promise "

" what happened then ? How'd you wind up with mom ?" Albus asked curiously, a faint yellow light from the evening bouncing over his brunette head.

" did he- die ?" Albus asked almost heart broken

" what- no " harry chuckled

" then what happened ?" Albus asked again

" he- broke the promise. We belonged to someone else much before we could've even belonged to each other. When I met him after the war and his probation, he had changed completely " harry replied reminiscing about the specific day

" then didn't you ever ask him again ?" Albus asked almost jumping off his chair.

Harry gave a small smile " I couldn't "

" but why- what if he had still loved you ?" Albus asked

" as I said he was completely changed. He wasn't the man I fell in love with. He never asked either. It died out over time. Besides I'm pretty sure he had already forgotten about it. Also I think he was engaged by the time we met again, it didn't make sense" harry replied

" then didn't you ever like try to stop his wedding like In those romantic comedies mum watches ?" Albus asked excitedly

Harry laughed picking up their glasses and going over to the sink " she's always loved them. You've got to stop watching them if that's what you're cooking in your head Albus. Real love Is different than what they show, it's not just one fight and making it up. Its so much efforts, fights, pain, drama and so many other things"

" but If it's the right person, it'd never feel like that would it ? If you really love someone then those fights wouldn't be so bad or there wouldn't be pain or drama. It'd be a happy relationship, wouldn't it ?" And in that small sentence albus has unknowningly managed to define true love.

Harry looked at his now grown up son, crossing his arms smiling impressively. And nodded.

Albus sighed in relief, slumping down in his chair. Harry quizzically analysed Albus until his expressions changed to sometimes brief.

" who is it?" Harry asked knowingly

" what?" Albus blushed

" who's this person you're suddenly relating everything to ?" Harry teased poking Albus Playfully.

" there is no one dad" Albus blushed embarassed, jumping off the chair, taking a few steps back.

" come on- I told you my story. I atleast deserve to know who it is " harry smirked crossing his arms in front of him

Albus sighed rolling his eyes" he's from school"

" ooh, someone from school. Like father like son" harry teased

" dadd " Albus whined blushing

" okay- fine, fine. Who is it then ?" Harry asked giving up with the teasing.

" it doesn't matter, he doesn't like me " Albus sighed crossing his arms in front of him in disappointment.

Harry carefully analysed Albus's face again, remembering exactly the same way he felt "it's the Malfoy kid, isn't it ?"

Albus's eyes suddenly shot up in surprise.

" how did you-"

" you're my son. Of course I'd know" harry sighed uncrossing his arms and stepping forward and placing them in the kitchen table, leaning forward.

" don't make the same mistakes I did. Ask him out. Write to him maybe. I'm sure he'd agree " harry suggested.

" mistake ? What mistake did you make ?" Albus asked curiously.

Harry gave him a firm smile before he putting his hands away from the table to his sides " it's a story for some other day, your mom is gonna be here to pick you up in an hour. Do your stuff and we'll talk about it next week? What say ?"

Albus frowned before letting go and nodding.

" one last question dad "

" shoot" harry said as he started washing those used cups again

" did you ever love mom as much as you loved that someone ?"

Harry smiled this time not stopping " I- love like that happened only once. I loved your mom a different way. I loved him a different way "

" but who'd you love more then?"

Harry turned around to see Albus standing there leaning over the kitchen table curiously " I will not answer that. Now enough with my love life. Go do your homework " harry said a little sternly in his father like adamant voice.

Sighing Albus gave up.

" okay, just one question, I promise " Albus plead again. Harry sighed before nodding.

" if now he came back in your life and asks you for a second chance, would you go back to him ?"

Harry smiled Shaking his head" yes- yes I would "

The next week when Albus came back for the stay, he seemed far excited than anything else. As soon as Ginny had left, Albus squealed.

" whoa there squirrel, what's got your knickers in a twist ?" Harry chuckled

" I've got an invitation. Can we please go to scropius's place. He offered for a while. I'll promise we can come back and do homework, he really wants me to see his collections. Can we please dad, please ?" Albus gave harry his puppy eyes in desperation..

Harry sighed before nodding.

" for an hour.. "

And with that after an hour, they flooed to scropius's place. The Malfoy manor.

They were recieved with a rather very pleasant place. It was no longer a dark, submerged place, it had been refurbished with mostly white and brown. It seemed like an entirely new place. Not one part of Malfoy manor looked like what it did ages ago ,and yet harry liked it better. It was welcoming. And just then he walked in, with scropius.

" potter "

" Malfoy" harry sternly nodded at Draco, losing himself again in that brief reminiscents of the past. He hadn't changed even a little bit as he remembered him from the day by the lake, yet everything had changed. Everything.

" we're gonna go " Albus didn't even wait and ran off with scropius, leaving harry and draco alone, both staring at each other thinking how the other had forgotten of the promise..

( I've really been writing shit lately. Anyways hope you liked this one, I'd been very excited for this one but It haven't turned out as good as I wanted to, so .. )

Requests open

Part 2 & 3

Day 30- scared, potter | Day 32- reasons not to be in love with Draco malfoy by Harry

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[writer-of-various]

Yaay! Can I have some Hudson angst? With a male reader and the prompt

❛ you're never going to be my first priority, okay!? ❜

We all know how dedicated he is to his work but what if during an argument he said something he'd regret deeply

*takes a deep inhale* Oh yeah, that's the good stuff. Gimme more angst folks. Alright! Buckle up luvs, and grab your tissues, cause I'm not sure how deep this is gonna get!

Priorities [Jason Hudson]

You stared at the door, arms crossed over your chest as you waited in the dim lighting of the safehouse. Everyone had retired for the night, but the had thrown worried glances over at you. Bell handed you a cup of coffee, offering a smile before following after Adler. You were grateful for her momentary presence, her aura calming but once she left, you were back alone to your solemn thoughts. Hudson hasn't came home yet, undoubtedly burying himself in his desk work and forgetting about you and everyone else. Most nights were like this, with the stoic man returning to the safehouse early in the morning, only to shower and leave back to work. Mason and Woods gave you empathic glances, knowing the same thing you did: Hudson was too engrossed with his work.

Sure you had a similar to him, but you always made room for warm moments, warm moments that he barely relaxed in. You would wrap you arms around his waist, and his face would warm up at your touch, but he'll push you away and insist he had something to do. As serious as he is, Jason Hudson can be a shy and modest man. You two rarely had intimate moments, and sometimes you couldn't help but muster up the feeling that maybe Hudson didn't really love you. You felt weight burden your shoulders, you wondered if you should break it off with Hudson, you worried and fret over every single thing that crossed your mind. You loved Hudson, but did he love you?

Your thoughts were interrupted when the front door opened and shut a second later, the familiar clicks of dress shoes hitting the tiles made you raise your chin and stare at Hudson. The man froze when he saw you, before retaining his composure and sent a curt nod your way.

"Why are you home late? Again." Your voice was low, gravelly from the shouting you had done earlier, arguing with Adler over something stupid. Hudson noticed this, and he dodged your question as always.

"Why are you awake?" He questions, setting down his briefcase before shrugging off his coat. A scoff escaped your lips, standing up and sending a sharp glare towards your lover. He wasn't intimidated, as you both stood at the same height, but he was secretly thrown off by your harsh glare.

"Why can't you take a goddamn break, Jason? You're never here! You're engaged with your job but not me? Your boyfriend?"

Hudson let out a sigh, thankful that his shades hid the annoyed roll of his eyes. He was sure it would only make you angrier.

"I'm busy, what the hell do you expect? I'm a fucking agent, a fucking spy; what do you expect out of that? Be fucking lucky I'm not overseas or somethin'" Hudson moves, but you grabbed onto his left arm and grounded him.

"What the hell are you saying then?" Your eyes pierced into his own, even with those stupid shades being in the way, and his posture seemed to go rigid. He pulled his arm away and his eyebrows furrowed together as he stared at you. His next words hit you right in your core.

"You're never going to be my first priority."

You were tough as nails, you've been through hell and back and killed anyone who dare question you. You were a goddman soldier, with scars to show off and a cocky grin to give out. How can one sentence bring a hot pressure to your eyes? How can one sentence punch all the air out of your aching lungs. How can one sentence change everything you've stood for.

You took a step back, then another and another before you turned and stormed off to your ro, pushing past your wide awake friends. Mason tried calling you back, but you ignored his pleas. Bell tried to drag you back, begging you. You shoved her away and continued on your way, slamming your door in Sims' face. No matter how much your heart ached, how much hot tears trailed down your tough features, your mind struggled to grasp onto a emotion. Emptiness. Just empty.

How did you let yourself astray for one man?

Hudson felt his posture deflate at the hurt look on your face, his heart aching when he saw your handsome features fall to something unfamiliar, something unhappy. He tried calling after you, but no sound escaped him. He felt impossibly tiny under the harsh gazes of his teammates, felt his hands shake when Mason threw him a disappointed look. The words he had let out monotonousily echoed his empty mind, and he realized just how hard he had been. How distant he had been. He had one chance at finding love again, and he blew it.

"Hudson." His eyes look over to Park, who's expression who impossible to read. That wasn't good. "Perhaps you should retire for the night. You look exhausted."

"The hell man? Can't you be grateful for something for once?" Woods stormed over, ignoring Mason's warning. Hudson glared at the older man, but his body begged him to just lay down and shut his heavy eyes. Sleep. He needed sleep. Than he'll apologize to you.

"Fuck off, Frank." With that, Jason Hudson's stormed off to his own, cold room.

Weeks passed by without you and Hudson talking to each other. You avoided each other like the plague, and the others were getting sick of the tense atmosphere. Mason had tried helping, being the peacemaker of your complicated group, but he ended up shouting in defeat and hasn't left his room. Woods would send you and Hudson glares, and you slowly realized that maybe a part of you was at fault too. You often pushed Hudson too much, you craved his attention solely on you. You were easy to become jealous and possessive, and those traits just didn't really play by Hudson's book. Learning this only made you angrier, because the blame is on Hudson for never sparing a moment with you. He made it clear you were not a priority, that you would never compete against his spot for his work. It was impossible.

Hudson was living with his own self pity and guilt too. He felt like a teenager all over again,staring at his bathroom mirror and reciting what he would tell you, only to shut down and go back to avoiding. It was an endless cycle it seemed, and he knew it was affecting the workspace. Mason refused to leave his room, so Woods also followed in his lover's footsteps. Bell was awfully quiet and distracted, unable to decrypt the many folders of intel piling on her small desk. Adler was with Bell as well, and Park and Sims had ignored everything being said to them, clearly tired from the tension and drama.

Perhaps you would never give him another chance. Perhaps it was over forever, Hudson had fucked everything up once again and he would take the blame responsibility. He hurt you, he has never shown you affection and love and he realized that he was always to blame. He realized that he was source for the slow process of the workplace, and filed a report. He packed his belongings, and told Adler he was in charge for now. He left without a single goodbye to you, or anyone else.

You felt even more hurt and betrayed when you woke up and got ready and heard the news from Adler. Jason Hudson left. You felt that it was your fault, and that bottled up anger surfaced and hell broke loose. You punched the evidence board, you kicked the old wooden chairs, you threw folders around and screamed. Bell tried stopping you, but you were double her size and she realized it was fruitless to console you. Woods and Sims held you down, while Park ran to grab a sedate.

It was your fault he left. It was your fault he never showered you with the love you craved. It was your fault for taking down your guard and letting someone into your life. Perhaps Hudson did understand you and gave you a chance, despite your background. Perhaps he was the one to convince everyone that you were one of them. Perhaps Hudson was the only one to actually love you.

And Hudson was gone.

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[phoenixisdabestwriter]

hellowwww i hope youre having a nice dayyy!

i was wondering if you could write about a Civillian (stubborn, easily flustered human) who is always kind and helpful to the Villian (morally grey vampire) for no reason and Villian not understanding why, so he acts cold towards them in return. Civillian thinks Villian doesnt care about them, but little did she know she was always on his mind.

one night Civillian is slowly dying in Villain's arms, because they got stabbed by Vilian's Brother ( bcz they changed Villain to the better). and Villian is scared and doesnt know what to do. all he knows is that he doesnt want to loose the only person who cared for him. so he gives her his blood so she doesnt die, even tho it was a forbidden thing to do. but he does it anyways because he couldnt care less about rules when ir comes to Civillian

FEEL FREE TO IGNORE THISSS ANYWAYS HERE'S A 🥐 AND HAVE A GOOD DAY

AYO, FINALLY A REQUEST!!!

THANKS FOR THE CROISSANT AND I WILL DO THIS!!!

TW: Blood, mentions of dying and death, mentions of stabbing

(Civilian) poured a bit of rubbing alcohol onto the cloth before pressing it gently on the bloody wound. (Villain) winced a bit, looking down at her.

"You really need to be more careful, (Villain). You have to stop getting into these kinds of fights." She scolded quietly, other hand grabbing some of the bandages.

He raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk appearing on his lips.

"Please, you're telling me to be more careful? I'm a notorious criminal that runs one of the most dangerous gangs in the city. I'm the one that should be telling you to be more careful." He said, placing his hand on top of hers.

She stilled, eyes widening a bit.

"Let me at least bandage your wounds, ok?" She asked.

(Villain) sighed, rolling his eyes and letting go of her hand. He rested his head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

"Fine. Though I do wonder... Why are you always so helpful towards me?"

"You're nice and don't treat me like shit like everybody else." She mumbled, starting to place the bandage on his wound.

He tensed, slowly turning his gaze down at her. His face was calm but his emotions were slowly churning on the inside. How could people hurt someone like her? Someone so nice and kind and selfless?

(Villain) reached out and cupped (Civilian)'s cheek, making her look up at him. It was soft under his calloused hand. Her eyes were wide now, like that to a deer looking at headlights. He wasn't surprised. He was dangerous. And he would make whoever harmed her wish death as a mercy.

"Really? Well that sucks. Maybe it's because you're too kind."

She scoffed, finishing the bandages on his wound.

"It's not because of that. They won't even tell me why they don't like me."

He narrowed his eyes, staring at her for what seemed like an eternity before leaning his head back against the wall and closing them. He had informants on hand, he could track those monsters who hurt his precious (Civilian) later. He was risking a lot by getting close to her or even talking to her but he didn't care.

"If you say so."

A few months had passed since then. (Villain) was now regretting even speaking to her. She was coughing up blood, weakly holding his hand as he frantically tried to stop the bleeding.

"Why won't it stop?! I'll fucking kill my brother for stabbing you! He'll regret ever getting close to you-"

"There's nothing you can do, (Villain)." She coughed again, squeezing his hand. "I've already accepted that I'm dying. I knew I wouldn't live long, anyways."

"No. No. No. No. No. No!!! There is another way. I refuse to let you die on me!" He shouted, taking out a knife and slashing his hand.

She stares at him, struggling to keep her eyes open.

"What are you doing-"

He placed his bloody hand over her mouth, pinching the bridge of her nose with the other. She gagged, accidentally swallowing some of the blood. His eyes were wide, the fear inside him running frantic. He was breaking so many rules but he didn't care. He wouldn't let her die.

"Drink! It's the only way you'll live! You are not going to die!" He screamed, hot tears starting to fall down his face.

No one would find out. Not his brother, not his gang. Nobody would find out he has broken the taboo just to save the life of the only person who had ever shown him a shred of kindness.

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