#i have this all prepared for the rest of my life multiple disclaimers that YOU SHOULD NOT EAT BATH BOMBS

[babyjakes]

lock them out and throw a feast.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | food play

pairing | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader

warnings | soft!dark!curtis. non-con. crying. restraints. use of gag. fingering. minimal dialogue (curtis is a quiet guy.) oral (f receiving) with plenty of clit focus. messy food play (a whole bakery's worth of sweets.) forced orgasm. squirting. implied multiple (forced) orgasms. written in 3rd person for some reason. showered!curtis :D

word count | 1,698

an | my snowpiercer knowledge is soooooo rusty i haven't watched the movie in years. this is kind of written in a universe where curtis and his rebellion were able to take over the engine. he picks out a pretty little front-ender as his reward and throws himself a feast... anyway, please ignore any details that might not align with the movie plot. this fic is dedicated to my sweet precious wonderful somny @onsunnyside, she isn't active much these days but of course i wanted to write her a kinkmas piece still, she is so special to me. and i know she loves curtis, so this felt like the perfect opportunity. love you, sonson<33 hope you're well and having happy holidays!

Everything was just the way he ordered it. An empty car all to himself, with both exits locked, dark curtains drawn. Lights dimmed, just bright enough to see through the stilled air. One shining down stronger than the rest in the center of the room, illuminating his long-awaited bounty. His final reward. His feast, fit for a king.

The moment he had laid eyes on her, cowering and weeping as her family's luxury quarters were broken into, he knew she was his endgame. He promised himself he'd have his way with her once he made it to the engine and overthrew the elite. Now that the hard work was done, it was time for him to revel in his victories. And there was no better way to do that, he had decided, than to feed the hunger that had been eating away at him for as long as he could remember.

He stood back in the shadows for the longest time, just taking in the glorious scene before him. Sucking in a strained breath, he pressed a tentative hand over the bulge in his pants. They were new; everything on him was. As his trusted second-in-commands were preparing his private car, Curtis had disappeared to care for himself and his body for the first time in seventeen years. He had a long, tedious shower, taking his time to remove nearly two decades of filth from his tattered body. Once he was clean, he had first choice from an entire car full of clothing- everything brand new. He remained modest with his choices. All the glitz and glam of the elite had no appeal to him.

Taking a step forward, he let his dark brown overcoat fall to the floor, leaving him in the simple gray t-shirt and utility trousers he had claimed earlier. Biting his lip, he pried his hand from his raging hard-on. He would relieve himself, in time. For now, he wanted to savor every moment he spent building up to that release.

Her quiet whimpers were the loudest thing in the room, accompanied by the low rumbling of the train's machinery in the background. Her crystalline tears only made her more beautiful, Curtis thought to himself. There was something so exquisite about her agonized expression; it didn't matter how wrong or cruel this was. He had given it all, risked his life for that damn train. This was his; he had earned it. He would allow himself that.

His men had done a fine job with the setup. She was as captivating as he had dreamt for all those years- no, she was better. Her body sprawled out elegantly over the smooth oak finish of the table below her, tied to the corners by her wrists and ankles, she was nothing more than a piece of meat to be feasted on, a meal to be devoured. And Curtis hadn't had a proper meal in years. The rest of the table's surface was covered in all the sweets and confectionaries his subordinates could find. Ripe fruits, delicate cakes and pastries, bowls of thick chocolates and creams- and to top it all off, his main course had been decorated lavishly to the likings of the delicacies surrounding her. Her most sensitive places had been drizzled and dipped, sprinkled and powdered, making her the most divine-looking creature the man had ever seen.

He took another step forward, surveying her as a vulture would its prey. Her dewy eyes peered up fearfully at him as he slowly approached the side of the table. Voice slightly hoarse from all her crying and struggling, she whined weakly through the thick cloth gag secured snugly between her chocolate-smeared lips.

"Shhhh," Curtis breathed out, the steadiness of his voice and posture such a stark contrast to the girl who lay weeping and bound before him. As he turned to make his way to the end of the table, her bare feet thrashed and kicked uselessly in protest. He simply shook his head at her pitiful displays of defiance. "No use fighting it, sweetheart," he hummed, his voice almost consoling in tone. "You're not going anywhere. Not until I get a good taste of what's mine."

With heedless, eager motions, the man cleared the portion of the table that sat between the girl's trembling legs. As mouth-watering as everything he was pushing aside appeared, his only focus was closing the space between him and the one thing he was truly starving for. Lowering his front down onto the now empty surface, Curtis' greedy eyes trailed up his victim's messy legs, finding the sacred point at which they joined. He drooled at the sight of her perfect cunt as it sat before him on display, dribbles of cream and what appeared to be nervous arousal collecting beneath her rounded ass.

"Mine," he repeated, this time nearing a growl. His rugged hands came up to squeeze at her soft, heavenly thighs, earning tiny squeaks of fear from the poor girl as she shook her head pleadingly- but it was no use. He had her before him now; nothing would come between him and his feast. "This body belongs to me now, angel. Do you understand?" He brought a hand up to push back her mound, exposing her swollen clit and leaky hole to his prying eyes. The confidence he was speaking with was impressive, given the fact that he'd never spoken to a woman like this in his life. But after all he'd lived through, he felt entitled to that sense of authority. He held her life in his hands, quite literally. And he sure as hell was ready to make the most of it.

"This pretty cunt-" he dared to take his words further, his other hand dragging a finger up through the streams of sugary icing coating her thighs to begin prodding at her tiny hole. "-is mine. All mine," he hummed, perfectly happy to be stating these truths to only himself, if his new possession was so insistent on denying them with her angry sobs and harsh glares. She would come around in time; he knew she would. She wouldn't have any choice in the matter.

His finger nudged and teased at the opening a bit more before gently dipping inside, the man's patience wearing thin. At the feeling of her tight, slippery walls doing everything in their power to fight off his intrusion, Curtis wasn't ashamed of the way his cock only grew harder from her unwillingness. He savored the distressed grunts and groans she let out as he forced his digit in up to a first knuckle, then a second. Turning his hand in a fluid motion, he began fucking his finger up into her, groaning lowly at the sight of her quickly growing increasingly responsive to his efforts.

Free-hand momentarily moving back to grab harshly at her hipbone, Curtis licked his lips as his gaze settled in on the tiny nub sitting at the top of the girl's messy slit. Bringing his thumb and pointer finger back down, he forcefully spread her upper lips apart, exposing her poor little button to the cool air of the room. Her legs kicked and struggled as he drew his face in closer, letting out a low groan as the bundle of nerves was finally taken between his parched lips.

The girl let out a howl through her gag, choking on her cries and spit as Curtis worked her aching clit. Closing his eyes, the man savored the feeling of the tiny bump twitching and trembling against his steady suckling. Letting go of any last hesitations, he submitted to eating her fresh cunt like a beast that'd been starved. He paid no mind to being gentle or polite as he latched onto her helpless core, delivering punishing waves of pain and pleasure well outside the realms of her wildest nightmares.

When his lips grew sore from sucking, he switched to dragging his tongue over the pulsating nub, starting with slow, teasing licks before switching to fast, merciless swipes in the blink of an eye. The alternating paces reduced his victim to softer sobs and hiccups, her hips bucking up wildly as her body struggled to tolerate the intense stimulation. And as soon as he'd had enough of the tongue work, he was back to nursing at the poor button, now so puffy and swollen from receiving his undivided attention.

As the girl's thighs shook, Curtis could see something shifting within her. The noises she let out were becoming more desperate, more panicked, with an expression of impending doom appearing on her tear-stained face. At the realization that she was being brought to orgasm against her will, the unrelenting hunger in Curtis' gut only rose. "That's it," he grumbled lowly, her sweet, sticky juices coating his reddened lips. "You're gonna come for me now, babydoll. Come on, give it to me," his face was hardening with determination, his finger thrusting more forcefully up into her fluttering walls as she hurled towards her climax at full speed.

The cry she let out as she finally came was the closest thing Curtis had ever heard to an angel on earth. As the incredible pressure in her tummy finally shattered, her poor clit spasmed helplessly in the man's awaiting mouth. A flood of sweetness sprayed against his scruffy facial hair as she squirted, the sight of her body coming helplessly against his efforts nearly too much for Curtis to bear. Groaning loudly, he coaxed her through the spectacular high. Only when her sobbing turned to weak sniffles did he finally pull away, his darkened eyes trailing up to find her tender face.

As he went to remove his digit from her soaking heat, he could've sworn she almost seemed to cling to him, in a way. He brought the creamy finger up to slip into his eager mouth, the sugary taste of her climax making his head pound with want.

His next words sent her into a fresh fit of tears. "One more," he decided, lowering his head back down to her sticky cunt. One more, he told himself, before he'd finally seek some relief of his own.

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[yourgentlegirlfriend]

HI MY ANGELS. So here’s a little talk before you read this story i wrote.. this was a request but i twisted it (as i always do) and didn’t wanna somehow notify the anon incase they’d be uncomfy with what i wrote!! I love you guys so much and i’m writing the part 2 for apple pie as we speak hehe

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW/DARK CONTENT OR ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT. MUAH.

Agent!afab reader x Re5/after re5 Chris Redfield

Warnings: SOMNO!! please be advised it’s not for everyone so please read at your own caution! (Somno should be done with a partner or somebody you trust and meant to be consented by on both ends) Mentions of fighting and extreme injury! Obsessive and overprotective Chris Redfield, rough sex and multiple creampies! PREGNANCY! again please continue only if you have read this!

Again! please continue at your own risk <3

Word count: 2,451

Chris vows before every mission to keep you completely safe. There have been too many close calls; he knew he had trained you exceptionally well, and your hand-to-hand combat improved daily. His eyes watched as you swung at the rookie in front of you, grunts coming from both of you as he dodged your attacks. Chris let out a whistle as the rookie slammed you to your back, a groan leaving your lips as you sat up, rubbing at your shoulders.

“Sharper, you have to be. No way you let a rookie knock you to the ground.”

You snarled at Chris as you stood up, staring at him as you reached for your water. Being signed to the B.S.A.A was a blessing yet a curse. The blessing being you met Chris, your life savior. He was an angel on earth, he protected you over everything. Your first big mission with Chris was ruled out last week; it sprung on two of you so quickly that you barely had time to prepare. Chris was always prepared, but he’s been in this field for a very long time. You haven’t. Though you were agile, your stamina wasn’t up to Chris’ criteria. He checks everything before you even board the plane, he double-checks all your armor, your buckles, all your guns, and their ammo. His number one rule is he always walks in front of you. His hands tug at your straps before he looks at you, that beautiful smile appearing on your face as you nod your head at him, already knowing what he will ask. Your hand comes up to the side of your face, pressing at the earpiece

“Yes, Chris, I can hear you.”

His lips pressed against your forehead, his hands still resting at your straps before he turned his back to you, his head tilting side to side to crack it.

How did you get into the position you are in now? You could hardly recall. You and Chris took punches at Jill, who was much faster; her speed was so scary. Chris watched as Jill kicked your gun out of your hand, you and her exchanging multiple swings before she kicked you to the ground, a loud yell leaving your lips as the throbbing in your head had already started. Wesker knew Chris’ weakness, you and Jill. Wesker had Chris wrapped around his finger. Your weak attempt to get up was stopped by Jill pushing her foot into your back, her eyes glaring back at Wesker, who just smiled at Chris. Your vision was still swaying from your body, smashing against the concrete as you reached for your gun, firing it at Wesker, and even Chris was shocked when it hit.

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Everything was confusing after that moment, you don’t remember much other than getting back up and fighting Wesker as Chris attempted to save Jill. The two of you were struggling, you thanked your lucky star that Sheva showed up, but when your attention looked towards where Sheva entered, your body flew, smashing into one of the pillars.

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Chris stayed by your side the whole two weeks, you swung in and out of sleep so often, only waking up to drink water and take small bites of soup, your lips lazily pressing against Chris’ cheek. Your recovery was slow, but Chris was there to help- always. His hands hold your arms, resting you to sit on the toilet as he leans over to start the tub's water. He can’t help but turn to you, his lips curling into a small smile as his hand reaches up to touch your cheek, caressing at your smooth skin before he helps you stand, pulling your pajama shorts down and tugging his shirt, he lets you use off your body.

“Step in, carefully.”

Your smile spreads as you step into the water, Chris hand-holding at the small of your back to help you sit down.

He does this for weeks on end, washing your hair, feeding you, changing you. His love for you was undeniable, but when he got your paperwork back into the forces, he wanted to crumble it and throw it into the shredder in his office. You were undoubtedly getting better, walking around the house, folding Chris’ laundry again. You had a one-month grace period before you started retraining again, and it made Chris’ blood boil how you were just so easy to go back after working so hard to keep you safe and nursing you back to health.

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Your cheek laid against the cold pillow, your hair slightly in your face as you curled up into the sheets. Chris just couldn’t sleep, lying next to you, his hand rubbing up and down your waist as he watched you twist. He couldn’t think of anything, absolutely no way to get you out of going back. It simply wasn’t safe anymore, and he needed you. Chris licked his lips as he looked down at your sleeping body, your pretty white tank top resting so nicely against your skin, your chest rising and falling. His careful hands lift at the blanket, feeling himself growing harder as his hands reach down, rubbing against the smoothness of your thighs. He curses under his breath as you squirm under his touch. He sits up carefully, trying not to make the bed creak, shifting your body so you’re laying flat on your back. His fingers carefully run over your nipples through your t-shirt, smiling at how responsive your body is even when you’re fast asleep. Chris’ body leans down, hovering over your much smaller frame as he gently tugs down the thin fabric, the groan rumbling in his throat as he stares down at your now bare chest. His tongue runs over his bottom lip, feeling selfish that he has to ravish you to make his anger subside- even if it meant you cried drowsily below him. He was tired of thrusting into his hand in the bathroom late at night, thinking about how cute you look when you lean on the counter watching him make dinner. You were his everything, his life. He could continue to be a captain but not with you by his side, he knows he can’t protect you from every single thing, but he can try.

Chris' eyes trail down at you, wanting nothing more than to wrap his lips around your pretty nipples and suck at them till you wake up whining his name with your messy hair and sleepy eyes. That wasn’t his motive, though. Chris let out a strained groan as he tugged his boxers down, the feeling of the fabric rubbing against his hard cock was already too much. He would hate to hurt you, his fingers pulling your panties to the side, his thumb rubbing into your slit as his fingers held your pink panties. He studied your face, just praying you don’t wake up, he would hate to have to explain his plan to you. He loved that you got so wet for him no matter the situation, his thumb pressing down more as your legs rub against his as he sits between your opened legs. Chris’ hips shift forward, his thumb still lazily drawing circles into your clit as he presses himself into you quickly, his large hand gripping your thigh a little too hard. He cursed under his breath, gently rubbing at the thigh he had just grabbed at. His thrusts are slow at first, trying not to let out a long moan as he pulls apart your folds to watch your needy hole sucking him in. His eyes squeeze shut as he tilts his head back, biting at the inside of his cheek as he swallows the groan that was about to pour from his lips. The small moan from your lips snaps him back to you, his thrusts stopping as he looks down at your sleep form. How cute, you were dreaming of him, he gave in, letting out a shaken moan as you grew wetter around him, your walls randomly squeezing at him, causing him to almost collapse forward. He quickly catches himself, his arm holding him up as he lifts at your hips, allowing him deeper access into you.

“Gonna pump you so full..”

Chris mumbled against your ear, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. He didn’t care if he woke you up anymore, it’s not like you weren’t his. He was showing you who you belong to. And you know he loves you so much, You’ve never complained when it came to your sexual needs with Chris.

He leaned back on his knees, smirking down at you, still sleeping.

“Beautiful.”

He whispered to himself as he brushed some hair from your face. He wanted you so close, the way your walls were hugging made the coil in him burn much quicker than he would have liked. His hands reach under your legs, your thighs loosely hanging from his arms as he lets out a moan as his hips smack into yours.

Your eyes fluttered open due to that burning feeling in your lower stomach, your vision was blurry from just waking up, but when your hands rubbed into your eyes, you couldn’t help but let out a long whine as you watched Chris above you.

“Chris-“

Chris shook his head down at you as his hand came down, clamping over your mouth tightly as he groaned again. He looked so good, holding at your leg, the muscles in his arm popping from the way he’s holding your jaw.

“You want me to stop? You shake your head, I'll stop.”

Even in his mind full of pleasure, he still cared. He watched you lay still, your hands resting against your stomach as you moaned against his hand, your eyes rolling back slightly.

“That’s my fucking girl..”

Chris’ husky voice rang through your ears as he yanked you further down the bed, your weight was nothing to him. His hands pushed down on your lower stomach with immense pressure, his eyes squeezing shut, a smirk plastered across his face as he heard you gasp as he cums inside you, his hips stuttering as he is sure to leave fingerprints on your hips.

“Chris, what-“

Yet again, he cuts you off, pulling himself out of you and grabbing at your waist, flipping you onto your stomach. You hear him whispering small strings of curse words as his hands hold at the fat of your ass, he leans forward to pull your hips up, helping you very carefully arch your back because he knows it sometimes still gets sore. The noise of his cock pushing into you fills the room as both of you fall silent, your toes curling at the sensation. You were too sensitive still, he doesn’t understand how big he is. Your hand reaches back to press against his hips as you whine out his name, which is quickly shut up but him fucking into you, grabbing at your wrist and shoving it into your back. He grumbles a small “Stop whining” as he pulls you up, your back pressing against his chest as he pushes his hips into you gruelingly.

“C'mon, be a good girl for me and take it.. take it. I know you can, baby; tell me you want it.”

Chris kissed the shell of your ear as his arms wrapped around your waist, his breaths more shallow and shaky as he felt himself growing close again. He’s fucking into you so hard you can feel him everywhere, your hands clawing at his arms as you lean your head back, nodding it eagerly into his shoulder as a loud moan leaves your slick lips.

“I wan’ it so bad, baby please, give me more please.”

Your cries were music to his ears, a groan that you could feel against your back rumbles through his chest as he cums again, slamming you back into the mattress as he slowed his pace down, your face tilting to the side as you gripped at the black sheets.

“See? See how easy it is just to take it when you know you want it so bad? Look at you begging for my cock, you’re so- mm.. you’re so fucking cute.”

Chris’ words were slurred as he shushed your small whines, wiping at the saliva that had slipped from your lip. His hand reaches below you, his three digits immediately finding your clit and rubbing slow circles into it, causing your eyes to squeeze shut.

“There you go. It’s okay you can let it go.”

Chris cooed in your ear as his thrusts sped up again, your whines going silent as the only sound filling the room was his hips slapping against your skin.

Chris can’t help but let out a quiet “Oh fuck..” as you cum around him, your hands desperately clawing at the pillow your head is resting on. He smiled at your silence, pulling himself out of you with a small “Mmph..”

He stood from the bed, pulling his boxers up from his ankles as he turned you back onto your back, lifting your back so you could sit up. Still so pretty and all fucked out, a yawn leaves your lips as his fingers reach up to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“Come on, time for your bath.”

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His plan worked too. Like the smart man he is, of course, it did. Chris and the other captains sign your discharge paperwork from the force. He couldn’t help but feel satisfied with himself as he got into the car, he couldn’t wait to see you.

He took a mental note to lecture you on the unlocked door all day, giving him complete access to walk in without his keys. He called out your name, setting his paperwork and keys on the coffee table as he shrugged his jacket off, sighing as he hung it on the rack over by the front door. He heard small steps being taken down the stairs, grabbing at the small ball at the end of the staircase as he watched you walk down the step, one by one with your hand on your stomach.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

Chris mumbled in admiration as he kissed you softly, helping you down the last step. He couldn’t help but smile as you let out a small huff of exhaustion, last year you would’ve hated you now. Tired constantly, begging Chris to massage your back, your big stomach not allowing you into any of your favorite tops.

It didn’t matter to him though, he could listen to you complain all day long. As long as it meant you would be with him, safe, only with him.

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[gracev0609]

Free Love

Josh X Multiple Partners

WC: 2k+

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Explicit Sex, Orgy, Pure Porn, This won't be for everyone.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. I am not at all insinuating that Josh participates in group sex with his fans. This is a fake, fictional story.

Josh POV

You lived and breathed free love. It radiated throughout every part of your life, the way you loved your family, your friends. The way you loved your precious time at home, watering your plants watching them grow to loving your body and the mindful practice of yoga every morning. You loved taking time to cook yourself intricate meals, full of care. You also loved being outside, one with nature, observing the grass and trees, birds and bees as you elevated your mind while smoking the devils lettuce. You loved the road, and the travel, and the fans. Oh, you loved the fans.

Admittedly you loved the ego boost, the way they reached out for you, mouths hung open practically drooling. Knowing that your whorish antics were making their cocks strain and their cunts drip, you loved it. You couldn't deny that the praise of thousands of beautiful people didn't affect you. Your fans knew it, your bandmates knew it, there was no hiding the way you strained in your jumpsuits. It was all for them.

Each city had willing participants, you asked your security to rally up each guest you had handpicked and gather them in your green room. Once you had a group waiting for you, you always heard excited chatters through the door. They were theorizing why they were there. Why did I want them? The answer was a simple one for you, you loved them. You were thankful and grateful for your fans and their unwavering love, you just wanted to love them back. Offering them a spot in your bed was the ultimate show of thanks.

Opening the door handle, the voices stopped and all eyes were on you,”Hello beautiful! I hope you had a great time this evening.”

You made sure to look around, giving eye contact to each person in the room. Smiling when they nodded.

“I have a proposition for all of you. You're very welcome to say no, although I hope you say yes. I think you all are so beautiful, so full of love, I could feel each of your energies out there. Calling for me. So, well, my question is, do you want me? You're invited to my hotel room, I want to love on you all.” You paused letting them make up their minds. Two of your guests decided that they didn't want to, and you respected that, giving them a hug goodbye before letting them leave with security. The remaining five were given an address and a hotel room number as you left to go get prepared for your evening.

✨✨✨

Keeping the lights off you lit a few candles and incense, before settling in on the large bed. Wiping your hands on your soft linen pants you gathered paraphernalia in front of you and began to roll a few joints for the evening. Not long after finishing up for the evening, a knock came from the hotel door. Climbing off the bed you hurried to the door, checking your hair in the mirror before opening it.

“Welcome! Welcome! Come in, take your shoes off, get comfortable!”, you said, extending your arm to show your guests into the room.

Walking back over to the bed after closing the door, you unbuttoned your matching linen shirt letting it fall from your shoulders to the floor. Climbing back into bed your eyes met five other pairs, in various states of hesitation.

“Come on over, get comfortable! Get as undressed as you feel comfortable. There's water bottles in the mini fridge. I want you all to feel comfortable, it's just sex, it's not a big deal.”

A man with medium length wavy hair, pulls his shirt off and makes his way to the bed.

“If at any point any of you decide this isn't what you want to do anymore, please let me know. You're welcome to leave whenever.”

You smile when the most petite woman in the group climbs onto your bed, sitting next to the other participant. Not a second later the rest follow, removing various items of clothing and completing the circle on your bed.

You giggle lightly, grabbing your lighter, flicking the flame on,” Usually we light up at these kinds of things,” You stick the joint in your mouth, puffing on it, getting it lit. Wrapping your lips around the paper you take a deep inhale. Tilting your head up you blow the pale grey smoke above your head, showing off the expanse of your neck. Passing it to the man to your right, he takes it in his fingers.

“Be careful if you don't smoke often, this shits strong.”

By the time it's made it's way around the circle your brain is starting to feel fuzzy, the brush of the woman's fingertips against yours makes you feel warm, euphoric. Remembering why they're here through your haze makes your cock start to stiffen. Once the joint has dwindled and has been ashed out, you set your sights on the gorgeous woman sitting across from you. The way her heavy tits sway with each breath she takes captivates your attention. She smiles at you, eyes lidded, and you crawl your way across the mattress.

“Hi sweet girl. You look so pretty.”

You watch her hazy eyes try to focus on yours,”Hi Josh. You look prettier.”

“Never,” you whisper leaning in a bit closer,”Can I kiss you?”

She leans in, connecting your mouths together. Eagerly she moans into your mouth, grabbing your hand and placing it on her bare breast. Your cock twitches, fully hardening in your pants as you feel her nipple pebble and harden into your palm. She disconnects your mouths, pushing your head to her chest.

“Need to feel you Josh, oh my God I've thought about this so many times.”

You flick your tongue in quick succession over her nipple, surely making her core clench. You lick and suck for a few minutes, before pulling off of her, eager to lavish on someone else. When you sit back up, some of your participants are interacting with each other, making one another comfortable and warmed up.

Your lip curls when you lock eyes with the first man who joined your bed, his green eyes piercing. He boldly crawls into your lap, kissing and licking your neck, rolling his covered cock into yours.

You're panting when he finally removes his lips from your skin and he asks,” Can I suck on your cock? I bet you taste so fuckin good.”

You shimmy back onto the pillows, and giggle when you realize that you have an audience. They all are eager to see what has been hiding behind your jumpsuits.

Hooking your thumbs into your waistband,you pull down, unveiling yourself to the group. Grasping yourself in your hand you give yourself a few tugs, staring into each person's eyes, all of them reading the same expression. They're turned on, and they like what they see.

The green eyed man settles between your legs, as the petite woman snuggles into your side. Her long nails tickling and teasing the skin of your stomach,“Are we being good for you Josh? Want to please you.”

You look down between your legs at the man with his face inches away from your penis. You smile when you notice he seems transfixed on the way you're leaking from your slit.

Looking back to the girl with her chin on your chest,” You're all doing a fantastic job. I like to call my participants my rhinestones. Each of you are so special, each of you are so unique and sparkle differently. It's why I find you all so beautiful.”

Your praises were cut off by a hot mouth enveloping your length, tongue swirling around your tip, savoring the taste of your arousal.

“Fuck, he tastes so good.”

That sentence affects you more than you would admit, he's talking to them about you like you're not even there.

Your breath stutters when another tongue joins the man's, licking and mouthing your cock. Soon enough all five of your rhinestones mouths and hands were on your body. Licking, sucking, scratching and caressing.

The woman from earlier comes into your view again, a soft smile on her face.

You bring your hand to cup her cheek,” Hi my precious rhinestone. How are you, feeling good?”

“I'm feeling really good Josh. But, I feel empty. Can I have you inside me?”

“Of course, honey.”

You caress the heads in your lap, gently pushing them off of you,” Gotta take turns.”

She swings her thigh over your hip, immediately grinding her soaked folds over your length. You smile at her when she sighs content in the feeling of your flesh against her.

She tilts her hips up, sinking down on your length. She can't help but moan when she sits fully in your lap.

“Holy shit Josh. You feel… oh you feel incredible.”

Panting, your eyes roll back when you register that you're buried inside her tight wet cunt. You can help it when your cock twitches as she clenches around you, soaking your lap.

Her hands squeeze your pecs and she smiles sweetly,” You know I can feel that. You're just making me clench harder.”

You swallow the moan threatening to escape,” You're soaked, so turned on. Pretty little rhinestone so wet and glistening… come on love, move your hips. Fuck me.”

Sighing as she starts bouncing in your lap, your mind spiraled as you could feel every ridge inside her as her cunt sucked your throbbing length deeper within her.

After a few minutes you feel her start to flutter around you, and you snake your fingers down to rub her clit.

“Gonna cum on me? Go ahead sweetheart, I wanna feel it.”

You look around at the rest of your rhinestones, some entangled with one another, some pleasuring themselves.

Another beautiful man slid in next to you, placing wet kisses to your neck, “Can I ride your thigh Josh? Please, I want it so bad!”

“Go ahead, love on me.”

You groan when you feel the weight of him settle in on your thigh, shifting his weight, humping his slick cock against your skin.

Your mouth falls agape when the two people riding you start making out whining as they fall apart. First you feel a gush of slick release around your cock as her high slams into her, then you feel his hot sticky release splatter on your skin.

They both slump forward coming down from their highs and you praise,” Such a good job, so so beautiful.”

As most of your group met their ends you eyed the woman who had mostly kept to herself. Hooking your finger in a come hither motion, you beckon her,” Come here honey.”

She crawled over to you, eyes locked on your slick twitchy cock. You cupped her cheek in your palm,” Are you having fun?”

She nodded, still somewhat shy.

“Do ya want to touch me?”

She giggles, trailing her hand up and down your chest, traveling lower and lower. Her dainty fingers wrap around your thick cock, and you pulse.

“Josh?”

You hmm in response as she pumps your length, that familiar burn in your stomach returning once again this evening.

“Can you fuck me?”

“Climb on honey.”

She halts her hand and you silence a groan,” No Josh, I want you to fuck me.”

You chuckle, telling her to lay down. Instantly she parts her legs for you, and you smirk at the wetness glistening within her folds. You grasp your cock in your hand, swiping it through her slit. You shudder, you're so hard and ready to cum. Lining up with her entrance you shudder when you sink into her. Eagerly you pump your hips, aching to finally reach your orgasm for the night. She clenches tight around you like a vice making your eyes roll back. Leaning back onto your knees you pull her hips into your lap, thrusting into her harder and faster, the knot in your stomach tightening. Finally your gaze finds her face and she's looking up at you with adoration, eyes blown out with pleasure.

She sighs, and you realize that she's gently climaxing around you.

“What a good girl… I'm getting close.”

Her eyes flutter open,” I want it in my mouth Josh.”

Lust courses through your veins at the sound of her voice, pushing you even closer.

Quickly you pull out for her, holding your pulsating cock steady in your hand for her to latch on to. Her hot waiting mouth attaches to your length, swallowing you down, when finally the band in your stomach snaps and you're cumming hard into her mouth. When she feels that you've stopped spurting she pulls away from you, opening her mouth and showing you your mess before dutifully swallowing.

Petting her hair you praise her for being so good for you. You both flop down on the mattress, melding with the other spent bodies on the bed. As you caught your breath, your body still buzzing from your high, the woman curled into your side caught your attention,asking a question.

“We're not the only ones you've done this with are we.”

“No, my pretty rhinestone, you're not.”

“Why do you do it?”

“Why? Why not? I want to show my love to people as freely as I love the earth and the air I breathe. I want to love fiercely and passionately, in every aspect of my life.”

She relaxed into your side, pleased with your answer,” You're a beautiful person Josh.”

Fin.

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Seat of Power | jungkook political au 03

pairing: ceo!jungkook x reader genre: political & yandere au

summary: in the world full of power and greed, there are people who seek freedom and peace. While the two rival families are fighting for different purposes, it's their son and daughter fighting for what they desire. You already buried the memories that happened that night while he already tattooed it on his mind. You've forgotten them while he's doing everything in his power to make it happen again.

chapter summary: You are now starting to remember your past and Jungkook has to take an immediate action to prevent it from happening even if he has to risk your health. 

chapter warnings: unethical behavior, bribing, mention of drug names, use of drug, MC is breaking down, manipulation word count: 10.6k

disclaimer: This is pure fiction and I do not condone the acts of Jeon Jungkook in the story. All events and occurrences in this story are all fictional and all are part of my imagination. And also, this fiction will be political.

After Jungkook tucked you in the bed, he immediately stormed out of your room to figure out what just happened. He was trying to process everything and as minutes went by, he started to lose his mind. 

'What happened? What did I miss?'

You've mentioned that the local news just appeared on the TV. He knew for sure that it's not you since you still struggle on navigating a technology. He's been thinking if he turned on the local news these past days and that's the only time he realized that he did. 

It was 2 days ago while he's with you and you were sleeping. 

It's been 2 days ago and you're probably watching the local news for 2 days already without him knowing it. There's a big probability that you've watched news about your father multiple times.

Fuck.

The day that scared him the most has finally come. He isn’t prepared for anything and now, he doesn’t know what to do. He wanted to spoon feed you with all the lies that he can think of but not right now where he doesn’t have anything that you will eventually believe.

Thoughts and uncontrollable possibilities didn’t let him sleep that night. He’s been up all night thinking and planning the next thing he will do and as much as he doesn’t want to hurt you, he must in order to have you with him as long as he wants. He doesn’t want to harm you in any way but right now, he’s fucking desperate.

His life was never happier until you appeared before him. He has already risked everything for you to be with him and he will do whatever it takes to keep you for him. 

He can already lose everything except you because without you, he’s nothing. 

He knows that he's out of line but he doesn't care anymore as long as you'll never know that. 

As long as you're with him. 

He called your therapist on the phone to visit the rest house as soon as he saw the sun rise the next day. With the first move that he has to do, it involves millions of money and unethical behavior but that’s the only thing that he can think of just for you to stay.

“But Mr. Jeon, what you want to happen is a dangerous thing. It can harm Y/N mentally and emotionally once—

“Are you going to do what I want or do you want me to remove your license as soon as you leave this house?” Jungkook speaks as he is facing the window watching the view from afar while your therapist is meters away from him looking down on her feet. “My request is easy as pie, Ms. Park. You just have to tell Y/N the things that I wanted her to believe. Plus aren’t you happy? I’m going to give you lots of money for my token of appreciation.” He glanced at the therapist and gave a smile. 

Ms. Park's hands were shaking as her lips grew thin. Her eyes scream fear and Jungkook is satisfied with the reaction that he gets from her.

He returned his glance at the office window as he saw you appear in the garden with your nurse and  you took a deep breath inhaling the fresh air. He looked at the therapist once again fidgeting her nails  before he smirked.

The last thing that Jungkook wants to become is to be like his parents. Making everyone blind by money and blackmailing everyone just to do the things that they want to happen. But now, he has become the person he hates the most and it's all because of you. He slowly forgot his own principle because of you.

It's okay. As long as it's for you, he'll do everything in his power.

He’s been observing the outcome of his plans for the past days and he can say that it’s sort of working. He isn’t expecting an immediate result because he knows that this plan will take a long time. 

He was sitting in his swivel chair and he opened his phone before he played the recordings of you during your therapy session.

“Don’t you think that it’s better to trust Jungkook? You only have him, Y/N. He’s the only one that can help you.”

“I know, Ms. Park. But I don’t know. It seems like there is something that he isn’t telling me and it makes me doubt him.”

“I totally understand. But think about it. Do you think that out of all he did for you, he’s planning to do something that will harm you? I know that you’re not yet starting to remember a lot but you’re starting to have your improvements. I know that he doesn’t want to worsen your condition now that you’re having your improvements, Y/N. Just trust him and your questions will eventually have an answer.”

Jungkook stops the recording as soon as he’s satisfied with what your therapist said. Normally, the sessions are supposed to be confidential and recording is prohibited but in order for him to have control of the situation, he has to be informed of everything that is happening with you.

He took a deep breath before he looked at the picture frame of you standing at the corner of his desk. He smiled before he picked it up and stared at your stunning face. It was a picture of you that he took during the first day here in Jeju island. You were sitting at the table beside the pool with a bit of a smile on your face. Your beauty never fades away and he’s loving you more.

He never knew that he'd come this far. He remembered when he had to create a new instagram account under his friend’s name just for him to see your profile. He’s already satisfied to have a screenshot of your face that you posted on your story. And now that he thinks of it, he’d come this far. He has you already. 

Just when he thought that he only had to talk to your therapist, he realized that he also needed to talk to your doctor. It wasn’t hard to bribe her as well since he already did it before with the same doctor and just like what he ordered from the therapist, he also ordered it from the doctor. In that way, it’s easier for you to believe and trust him. He’s getting used to the work he’s doing and he wasn’t guilty at all, especially that it’s working. You’re being a compliant little lady.

“Y/N, we’ve been here for almost five months. Are you aware of that?” Jungkook speaks in his usual soft and sweet voice he uses when he’s talking to you. You were sitting at the dining table opposite of him while you’re enjoying the food that you’re having. You only nod as an answer.

“I’ve realized that in those months, you’re just inside the house. I was wondering if you want us to go outside so that you can have a new environment? What do you think?” You gave him a wide smile before you nod continuously, obviously feeling the excitement and Jungkook chuckled in the reaction you created.

Jungkook came up with the idea because he genuinely wants to make you happy. He wants to take you out hoping that it will help you mentally and emotionally for all that you’ve been. Afterall, he loves you so much that he wants you to be happy even just for a while. He knows that even though you may not show it, everything is still confusing you and it’s stressing you out. Adding the fact that he’s taking away the chance for you to go back to your own reality and unconsciously forcing you to stay with him. 

He knows that he’s going crazy with all the shit he’s been through just to make you his but he’s already in here therefore, might as well become crazier. He’s been through all the craziest stuff just to have you and he wouldn’t allow you to drift away. 

He wanted to create memories that will cover the memories you used to have. He wanted you to remember him as someone who loves you so much. He wants to exceed the happiness you used to have by the happiness and new memories that he will give you. 

Jungkook brought you to a luxury beach resort and he didn’t regret it because he saw in your eyes how you love being here. You keep on looking around as your mouth is hanging open and you can’t help but to be captivated when you see the crystal clear ocean. 

“It’s so beautiful, Kook.” You commented as you were still looking at the ocean. Jungkook slightly pulls your head to peck it. 

“No one beats you, baby.”

Jungkook was with you the whole time. Wherever you go, whatever you’re doing, he’s with you. He guides you in everything you do and you are just enjoying it. It was the happiest thing that happened to you ever since the incident happened and you never realized that. Seeing you in your euphoria is already a fulfillment for him. He never knew that you could be this happy. He should have done this before. 

You and him were inside the pool while you were having a dip and Jungkook is sitting at the corner of the pool enjoying the wine that he’s drinking while watching you.

It was already 8 in the evening and both of you haven’t got tired of all the swimming that you did on the ocean. You’ve thought that maybe you already love water even before you lost your memories that you can’t get away from it. You were floating as you looked at the stars from above. It was wonderful. You’ve wondered when you will ever remember the past because it’s been so long and you’re starting to lose your hope.

“Kook, will I ever gain my memories back?” You ask while you are still floating and looking at the stars.

Jungkook didn’t expect your question and he didn’t know how to answer. You are now starting to wonder things and he doesn’t know how to control it. He knew that the time would come where you were going to ask things. Actually, you already did but he didn’t know what to answer with you wondering about your state. 

He put down the wine glass and he swam towards you before he pulled your weight towards him to give you a hug from the back. He was shirtless and you felt his hard-rock wiry body size as he towering over you. You never notice his built body and you realize how small you are compared to him.

“Of course you will.” He answers and of course, he’s hoping that you don’t. 

“Can you tell me again something about my past?” you ask once more. 

You always ask this to him and he would tell you lies. You wouldn’t know that he’s always lying but now that you’re asking again, he is starting to feel the guilt of lying to you. You sound like you really wanted to know the truth about everything and he’s afraid that he can never give it to you. 

“What do you want to know?” Jungkook asked in his low voice but enough for you to hear it.

“Am I the same as before?”

‘You’re not.’ Jungkook thought. You were so different from before. You never became submissive. You always do what you want to do and think what you want to think. He never had control of you before but now, he has you controlled. 

“Yes. The only difference is you don’t remember things.” He lied once again. He moved you to face him and he caressed your cheek as soon as you faced him. He’s giving you an intense stare on your eyes and it feels like you’re burning from it. “You’re still the Y/N I know. Innocent but smart. Beautiful as ever.”

Jungkook slowly closed the distance between the two of you. It didn’t take you long to respond from his kisses. He slid his tongue for you to open your mouth and when you did, he pulled you harder. Just when you thought that things will get better, a glimpse of memories passed your head. It was a man kissing you and it’s not Jungkook. He was so tall and has a bigger body than Jungkook and the man is kissing you in a public place where no one can see the both of you. 

You immediately pulled away from Jungkook after you remembered a memory. You hold your head as it starts to ache. Your temple is pumping so fast while you’re enduring the ache of your head. 

“Y/N, what’s happening?” Jungkook got alarmed as he held your arms but you immediately pushed it away. You start to swim towards the pool stair and your head is still aching. 

‘Namjoon.’

“Ugh!” You groaned in pain and you were starting to hit your head.

“Y/N don’t do that!” Jungkook is now panicking and he catches your arms to stop you from hitting yourself. 

“It hurts!” You were starting to cry and Jungkook didn’t know what to do. 

A memory with that man suddenly came like waterfalls and you can’t control it. It’s hurting you so much and you can’t take it anymore. You just want to pull out your head to ease the pain. It’s getting worse.

Both of you were swimming in the balcony of your hotel room and he realized that no one was around beside the two of you. Jungkook didn’t know what to do anymore and he pulled you out from the pool.

Jungkook was about to get the medicine kit when you suddenly paused like the pain suddenly went away. It really did. The pain suddenly goes away like it wasn’t there after all. You suddenly felt so weak from what just happened. Jungkook is speaking to you but you can’t understand him anymore. 

The next thing that you said made him freeze. 

“Namjoon.”

—

Jungkook is just staring at you while you’re lying in the bed sleeping and your doctor checks up on you. It’s been an hour since it happened and he immediately called your doctor. After you mentioned his name, you suddenly zoned out. Jungkook keeps on calling and getting your attention but it's like you’re not seeing him. You  were awake but you’re unconscious. He almost lost his shit but he has to compose himself in order to help you. It’s a good thing that he brought your nurses with you.

“What happens to Y/N is an after effect of suddenly remembering something. It happens when a specific event suddenly triggers her memories from the past. It’s like a deja vu. I must say this but she’s now starting to remember everything and it’s getting bad on your side, Mr. Jeon.” Ms. Park explained.

“Once she wakes up, she might think things differently.” Ms. Park added.

“N-no…” Jungkook shook his head as he looked at her. “That can’t happen.” He slowly walked back and forth and he processed everything that he just heard as he kept shaking his head. 

“Mr. Jeon, you have to accept the fact that—

“Don’t you fucking talk to me like that! Do something! Inject her with sedatives, I don’t care! She can’t wake up remembering everything!” Jungkook suddenly exploded. Thousands of thoughts suddenly filled his head all at once. His heart is beating rapidly and he’s panicking. He’s been mumbling and even Ms. Park and the other nurses are starting to worry about him.

“Ms. Park, she should not remember anything.” He slid his fingers on his hair as we couldn't stop walking.

“Mr. Jeon, you have to calm down.” As soon as Ms. Park said that, Jungkook rushed to her and grabbed her right arm.

“How the fuck am I going to calm down, huh?!” Jungkook looked at her with so much anger and Ms. Park’s legs were now shaking in fear.

“M-Mr. Jeon… T-there is still a chance that she w-won’t remember everything. W-we have to wait for her to wake up.” Ms. Park is trying to pull her arms from him and then, he pushes her away.

“You have to make sure of it or else, I would fucking kill you!” He aggressively pointed at her.

He has gone far and he can’t allow for it to just become nothing. He has done everything for you and he can’t afford it to just become a waste. 

You haven’t woken up for almost 3 hours probably because the doctor gave you more sedatives than you usually take. Jungkook was with you the whole time you’re asleep and thinking of the things he can do to control the damage. He has also contacted other specialists to check up on your situation and to see if there is another way he can make the destiny in favor of him. He hates to admit it but he thought that he shouldn’t help you to improve your situation in the first place if he knew that this is going to happen. He knows that it was a fucked up mindset but he can’t risk you anymore. 

Today was supposed to be a day where both of you can unwind and enjoy without thinking about the whole situation that both of you have but it turned out to be the day where he wished it never happened. Maybe the reason why he kept denying to himself that you will eventually recover is because if he chooses to be negligent about you, he’s afraid that your situation will become worse. But now that both of you are in this situation already and it cannot be controlled, he has to decide if he will completely help you to recover from your illness or he will do the opposite thing. Right now, he’s thinking of doing the latter. 

When the new doctors arrived to see you, Jungkook kept on asking them about your condition even though they hadn't checked you thoroughly. He just wanted to make sure if you’re going to remember everything once you’ve woken up.

“Mr. Jeon, we have to assess Ms. Y/N thoroughly to see and make sure of everything. There’s also a chance that we have to bring her to the hospital if we see a complication or we won’t figure out her condition as of the moment.”

“Doc, I have to know the report about her condition as soon as possible. I’m not paying you to slack off. Now do your fucking job now!” 

He can’t help but to argue with them because as the time goes by that he doesn't know your situation, he’s panicking more. He’s becoming very anxious and he doesn't know how to handle it. 

He was just watching you as the doctors were doing their job. It’s been only 10 minutes since the doctors arrived and he felt like it’s been 20 hours. Your current doctor and therapist are discussing everything with the new doctors and it looks like the discussion is not getting any better. 

“Mr. Jeon, Ms. Park and Doctor Kim have already done their best to slow down her recoveries and gain your memories but it looks like that they do not have control over your brain activity. However, we have discussed a possible way that we can do to achieve what you want for her. But I have to remind you Mr. Jeon that it might harm Ms. Y/N and it can complicate her brain.” Mr. Min, a neurologist said.

“What is it?” He asked.

“It is with the use of drugs. For example, ketamine. It’s a dissociative injected anesthetic and it can be used for medical purposes but people particularly in their teenage years are using it illegally and can cause addiction. The side effects of ketamine are, of course, memory loss, hallucination, confusion, and sedation.” Dr. Min explained. 

“We… we’re going to drug her?” He asked like he couldn't believe what the doctor just said.

“Yes, basically.”

The only thing that he could give is a blank stare to the doctor. He heard what the doctor said but he couldn’t process it in his mind. He understands it but he keeps denying it to himself. 

“Is that the only way that we could do it?” He asked in his low voice. 

“I’m afraid to say this but, yes Mr. Jeon. That’s the only way that we can do it.” The doctor responded.

The doctor has already left the hotel room yet he hasn’t processed everything yet. He was sitting behind you while waiting for you to wake up. There are only two possible things that can happen when you finally wake up. One, you would stay the same. Naive and having no idea of what’s happening and two, you’ll see everything in a different way because you’d already remember your reality. Once you remember shit, he doesn’t have a choice but to drug you. 

The whole situation is fucking insane in Jungkook’s point of view because he has literally the power to control and manipulate you in any way. Legally or illegally. His family is known to have a great reputation and successful business but what people do not know behind their success is that they run the biggest drug dealing operation in the whole country and he can control you with the help of it. 

He does not associate himself with his family’s business because his principle is against it and he didn't agree on it at the same time but little did he know that he will be needing the help of it. Of course, he’s still considering your health since it’s a risky move but the doctor is the one who already said that there is no option for you to continuously lose your memories unless he’s going to go for the doctor’s suggestion. 

It was literally fucked up but what can he do? He’s out of solutions and he doesn’t want you to drift away from him. He has done too far and he’s fallen deeply that he can risk anything, even your own health just for you to stay with him. 

Jungkook got alarmed when he saw you moving in your sleep. You’re finally waking up and he’s scared of what can happen to you. 

“Y/N? How are you?” It’s obvious in his voice that he’s worried about you. He leans closer to you as he caresses your head. When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his doe eyes. You felt like you’ve just woken up after getting wasted. Your head felt like cracking but you’re already used to feeling it. You’ve had a headache several times already. When you’re about to speak, you remember the last thing that happened.

‘Namjoon.’

Namjoon? You knew him because you remember a memory with him and he’s clearly kissing you. And the emotion that you feel when  you remember him is making your heart beat faster than it usually does. It has the same feeling that you feel when you remember the professor that Jungkook had said. 

You wanted to ask Jungkook about it but you can’t help but to be skeptical. You had a feeling that he wouldn't like you mentioning him just like how he hated it when you mention ‘your college professor.’  

“How are you feeling?” He asked once again as he stroked your hair. You don’t understand but you feel nervous like he’s going to catch you lying even though you won’t. 

“My head… hurts.” You wanted to break your eye contact but you can’t because you felt like once you do, he’s going to do something you wouldn’t like. 

“I’ll get you your medicine and I’ll be calling your nurses. Do you remember the last thing that happened to you?” He moves backward as he breaks his eye contact by turning around. 

You suddenly feel your stomach turned upside down. You felt like he’s catching you red handed and you were trying to get away. You don’t understand why you’re feeling this way because there is nothing to lie about. You also don’t understand why you feel anxious around him. He’s Jeon Jungkook. Your boyfriend and the love of your life, as he claimed to be. You hate to admit it but you felt like there is something wrong about that statement specially you just unlocked a new memory from the past.

You were back to reality when he turned to face you once again. He smiled but it made you feel nervous. You were planning to lie but you don’t know how and you’re arguing with yourself. Why would you lie? You asked yourself and you don’t know what to answer. Everything doesn’t make sense. 

“Y-yeah.” You answered, stuttering. 

“What is the last thing you remembered?”

The air conditioner is on but you’re sweating a lot. You feel like your body heat is all activated and it's making you more nervous. Your brain is telling you to tell the truth but your heart is full of anxiousness. It’s making you feel that you should lie. 

“We’re in the… swimming pool.” You answered trying to hide your nervousness. You’re recalling the last thing that happened before you lost your consciousness and you remembered that you’re kissing him inside the pool. You remember how soft and delicate his lips are and you also feel the coldness of his lip piercing against your lips. It was flowers and unicorns until you opened your eyes and saw another man kissing you as a pool of blurred memories with him were running inside your mind. 

He’s waiting for you to continue and so you did. “We’re kissing until my head hurts and I pass out.” You didn’t lie though. But your stories are incomplete and you’re hoping that he won’t ask further questions. 

But unfortunately, he did.

“Did you remember something when your head suddenly aches?” 

“N-no.”

You chose to lie and you hope you did not.

He looked at you intensely.

“I will ask one more time, did you remember something when your head suddenly aches?” He repeatedly emphasized every word he said.

That’s when you realized that you’re a terrible liar. 

“I’m not sure. But I saw someone when I closed my… eyes.” You reasoned out.

“Who was it?” He asked once again trying to catch you as you think. 

“A man n-named… Namjoon.” You ended up telling the truth.

He gave you a stare for a few seconds before he walked towards you and sat in the chair beside the bed.

He holds your right hand before he speaks. “Do you remember who he was?” 

‘Do I remember?’

You don’t remember but everytime you say his name or everytime you see him in your imaginations, you feel something different. Like you’re romantically involved with him. 

You find it odd that you remember a memory of a man named Namjoon while you don’t remember something with Jungkook who claims to be your boyfriend. 

It’s strange. 

“I don’t.” You weren’t lying though. But you have a hint that you will never admit to yourself. 

He brushed his fingers through the back of your hands as he looked at you with gentleness.

“Do you want to know who he is?” He asked and you’re pondering whether to shake your head or you’re going to nod. But honestly, you’re afraid to know who he was because it might change your perspective with everything.

You didn’t give him an answer but he still continued.

“You’re seeing him behind my back, babe.” 

You looked at him dumbfounded. You didn’t expect him to say that. You didn’t even expect it to turn that way. You don’t want to believe him because you cannot do such a thing. That’s what you want to believe. 

You were shaking your head and you were about to speak when he spoke again.

“I know it’s hard to believe but that's the truth, Y/N. I don’t want to trigger your memories with him because I don’t want you to remember the terrible decision that you made. But unfortunately, you did.” He removed his eye contact on you.

You can’t process what he said and you don’t want to believe it. 

“H-how…” You cannot even complete the sentence that you’re about to say because the thought alone is impossible to believe. 

“I also don’t know why you did it but yeah. You've been doing it with him for a year already.”

“T-then why are you still staying?” 

“Because I love you.” He raises your hand to kiss it while he’s looking at your eyes. “I love you so much that I would prefer to get hurt than letting you go. I’d be more in pain without you than knowing the fact that you’re seeing someone behind my back.” When you saw his eyes tearing, a tear also formed on your eyes as well.

“It was our 5th anniversary when I found it out. We were supposed to have dinner but you didn’t come and when I saw your location, I went there and I saw you with him, Y/N. I didn’t have the balls to confront you because I’m afraid that you would leave me.” As he was explaining, the tears have already flowed down on his cheeks.

You caress both of his cheeks as you wipe away the tears on them. He held your wrist and you slowly kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry, Kook. I didn’t—

“Shh.” He placed his index finger on your lips to hush you. “It’s okay. It already happened and I know that you already regret it.” He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Can you do me a favor?” You slowly nod your head.

“Now that you’re starting to remember your memories, I hope that he won’t cross your mind ever again.” 

He can perfectly see the pain in your eyes and he knows from himself that he made you believe in the lies that he created. 

He will never run out of lies to tell you just for you to stay with him.

—

Jungkook couldn’t believe that he’s contacting Park Seo-jin, the person that manages the operation of his family’s underground business. As he stated before, he never gives a shit about that business and he’s not interested in it and just like him, Seo-jin is also surprised that Jungkook called him. 

“Does your father know about this?” Seo-jin asked when he’s packing the drugs that Jungkook requested from him. 

Jungkook gave him a glare before he snatched away the package from him after he’s done packing. 

“Don’t you fucking dare say a word to my father.” He threatened him. 

“I won’t! Why do you need those anyways? Are you gonna host a party or some? Most of the items you get are party drugs.” Seo-jin leans at the table beside him as he crosses his arms. 

“You don’t have to know. I’ll be going. Don’t you fucking mention to my father about any of these or I’ll kill you.”

That night, Jungkook brings home a box of different drugs to use on you. He has thought about it carefully and did his own research on what the effects of them on you. He knows that he’s risking your health but he doesn't want to risk your life for this. He’s the one to blame if there is anything worse that can happen to you. He knows that he wanted to erase your memories but he doesn’t want you to risk it all. 

Your doctors are the one that’s going to do the process intaking the drugs on you to have you observe during the moments that you’re on drugs. It's also a relief for Jungkook that you have your doctors to do the work for you and he knows that you’re going to be safe around professional people.  He knew that bribing your doctors to do these things has crossed the line but for you, he'll do everything to make you stay. 

But of course, he’s still scared because you might not be able to handle the drugs that’ll be on your system. There are a lot of possibilities that can happen and he’s scared because you might not make it. 

“Doc Min, please take easy on her.” Jungkook speaks as your doctor is preparing to drug you in your sleep. 

“Don’t worry, Mr. Jeon. This is a long process and we’ll be going to start with a small amount to see if she can handle it and when things are going smoothly, then that’s the only time that we’ll add another amount until she finally believes in the world you want her to believe.” Dr. Min explained. “She won’t be waking up for a minimum of 12 hours and when she already does, she’ll feel things like headaches and more. It will last for an hour and then it will be followed by a therapy session with Ms. Park” Dr. Min added. 

When Dr. Min finally starts the IV injections, Jungkook holds his breath as he feels anxious. He can’t look away at the electrocardiographic heart monitor beside you to see if your heart is functioning well. But when he saw that your heartbeat increased, he immediately ran to you. 

“What’s happening?!” He asked the doctor and the doctor immediately calmed him down.

“It’s okay, Mr. Jeon. It’s normal because a drug entered her vein but she’s perfectly fine.”

The first process went well and Jungkook discussed with the doctor about the possible situation when you finally woke up. It’s just been an hour since you slept and Jungkook feels like you’re lying down in the bed for a long time already. As he was looking at you in your sleep, he suddenly felt guilty with everything that he had done to you. 

Starting with what his family does to yours. He knows that you could never forgive him when you found it out and you will loathe him until the end of time. Of course, he also loathed his family for doing it but he doesn’t have the balls to fight with his father nor grandfather. And besides, he also got the advantage of having you after the incident. That’s the second reason why you would never forgive him. He took you away from the only family that you have— your father. After his family killed yours, he should’ve let you go to be with your father but what he did is he took you away from him. 

But he loves you so much that he thinks that what he’s doing is good for you. You’d be away from the cruel world and his cruel family. You would never experience pain with him and you will only feel loved by him. Everything that he does is not only for himself but for you. He only wanted to have the world you deserve. Happiness and peace. And you will only experience it with him. 

Jungkook was with you when you finally woke up after 13 hours of sleep. He held your hand as you were opening your eyes.

“Y/N, baby. How are you?” He asked but you didn’t respond. Your eyes weren’t fully opened and you keep on having rapid eye movement. He kept calling your name but you looked like you couldn't hear him. 

When the nurses have arrived, they check up on you by asking you questions that you don’t seem to understand. You felt a lot of things but the dominant from all of it was you felt like you were floating. Everything is in slow motion and you feel like this isn’t real. You feel like you’re a soul that’s about to be detached from your body. 

A nurse places a white substance in front of you to sniff it and when you feel that it reached your brain, you suddenly lose your consciousness.

—

“That’s it for today, Y/N. Don’t forget to drink your medicine and I’ll see you on Saturday.” Ms. Park, your therapist smiled at you as she was walking with you to go outside your room. It was the room where you have your therapy session and it wasn’t similar to a bedroom but to an office with a huge white couch covering the center of the room and an office table at the corner. 

“Thank you so much, Ms. Park.” You answered as she closed the door and outside, there was Dr. Kim waiting for you. You are about to have your daily injection.

Ms. Park and Doctor Kim greeted each other before Ms. Park decided to leave the house. You then sit at the usual coach you sat on when you’re having your IV injection. Before, Doctor Kim will inject you inside your room and you will be falling asleep afterwards but as it went long, you decided to do it where you’re not in your bed since you always end up having a headache when you wake up. But when you’re on the couch, you don’t feel your head being heavy. 

“How’s your session with Ms. Park?” Doctor Kim asked you as he was preparing to inject you. 

“It was okay. Just like usual.” You answered.

“Do you think that there is an improvement?” You think about it properly before you answer. Do you see any improvement?

You’re not sure but you think, it has a slight improvement. However, you weren’t sure about the ‘slight improvement’ that you are referring to because sometimes, you’re mixing your reality to your dreams. You weren’t sure if your memories were from your reality or it was really from your dreams. There are times that you would wake up having a headache and you would suddenly remember a part of your memories. Majority of them are memories of you with Jungkook. Exactly like what your psychiatrist and therapist told you. 

Just like what happened this early morning. The discussion you had with Doctor Kim last week suddenly flashed through your mind after you woke up. The discussion was all about your life with Jungkook before and it would frequently flash through your mind like it really happened but the strange feeling is, it doesn’t feel real. It felt like they were all just from your dreams. 

“I’m not sure, but I guess it has.” You responded to Doctor Kim’s question. 

When the doctor injected you with IV injection, you immediately felt the effect of it. You feel drowsy and you feel light headedness. It was like you were intoxicated with something addicting. You feel like you were on cloud nine. 

Doctor Kim sat in front of you after he injected you. You were starting to have a blur vision as you looked at him but you saw him smiling genuinely to you.

“You’re confused about where your family is, right?” His voice was like a whisper from the wind. You nod from his question. 

“They were dead, Y/N. They were dead ten years ago. You and your family had a car crash and the only one who survived is you.” He continued. “If ever they were still alive, you would still wish that they would die because they were so cruel, especially from you. They never treated you right and it was like you weren’t their daughter after all. The only person who treated you like a family is Jungkook.”

After he spoke, he gave you a medicine capsule and a glass of water. You slowly took them and when you finally did, you slowly lost your consciousness. 

Just like what Jungkook wants, you believe in everything that these professionals are telling you without knowing that none of them were true. With the help of the drugs, you’re starting to believe them because that’s the effect of the drug that you’re taking. The memories you remembered are now lying six feet under where you will never remember it again.

This is your weekly cycle that never ends. You’re meeting with your psychiatrist and therapist 3 times every week for your session and when it isn't your session, you’re often with Jungkook. He’d hang out with you and sometimes, he’d take you out on a date. But when he’s not around because of a business matter, you would be inside your room doubting everything. You don’t really want to feel that way but you feel like there is something that you don’t know and you don’t also know how to mention this to your doctors nor to Jungkook. 

When you woke up from your sleep, you were still at the coach lying down and Jungkook was now sitting beside you while he was brushing your hair from your sleep. His smiling face is the first thing you see when you open your eyes. His eyes were twinkling like a star as he brushed your hair. 

“Good evening, sweetheart. It’s already time for dinner. How are you feeling?” He asked as his fingers slowly brushed your face. 

“My head hurts.” You slowly change your position as you sit from lying down. 

“I’m sorry to hear that but you have to endure it a little while until you finally recover, baby.” He kisses your forehead.

You were looking far away for a moment and he suddenly caught your attention. 

“Y/N, what’s running in your mind?” He asked worried but you also don’t know what’s running inside your mind. Honestly, you feel empty. 

“Nothing in particular.” You answer. 

Dinner was pretty much the same as usual. Both of you would talk about each other’s day and he would tell you stories about your past. Mostly, your relationship with him. Of course, you are very much interested but there’s this feeling that you wanted to ask more than that but you don’t know how to speak it out. 

He would often talk about the good memories that both of you had and how both of you were so in love with each other. Some of them appeared in your dreams but then, you would only feel like it was all in your head. You sometimes want to get angry at yourself for feeling this way even though he’s doing everything for you and for your recovery. But you really can’t help yourself to feel that way. 

There are nights while you were sleeping that you would dream about something you didn’t expect. Something that Jungkook nor your doctors didn’t mention to you. Most of them are you being with a group of girls and your family. Their faces were all blurred. That's why it’s hard for you to identify them but you know to yourself that they are people that’s closely related to you. 

One day, Jungkook wasn't home but his office was open. It was strange because you never see his office because it’s always locked with or without him around. It was slightly open when you found out that it’s unlock. You immediately got the urge to enter and see what’s inside his office. You were so eager to enter his office since you haven’t seen it even before but you felt like what you’re about to do is dangerous and you can’t be caught dead. It was a Monday afternoon and everyone was resting or doing their own business. That's why no one is around his office and you use the opportunity to take a quick look at his office. 

You slowly pushed the door and the first thing you saw was an office table. On the top of it is a desktop and a few folders. The room is bright since the brown curtains were spread out. When you completely open the door, you see a single couch on the corner and in front of it is a coffee table. There’s also a bookshelf behind the office table. When you finally entered, you noticed your huge picture frame hanging on the top of the single coach. It was a picture of you sitting in the sand as you smiled at the camera. You remember that photo because it was taken when Jungkook took you out on a beach. 

You get more interested in what's inside so you can’t help but to enter. You were looking around and when you got near his table, you saw another picture frame of you and this time, it’s a picture that you weren’t familiar with. You never knew when it was taken. You grab to take a look at it. It was a picture of you sitting and smiling at the camera and the background seems like a coffee shop. You’ve been thinking of when it happened because it wasn’t a part of your memory. You even look so different with makeup on and you look like the happiest far from what you feel right now. You decide to put it down and you check on the files that’s on the table. Majority of them were a financial report and a proposal. From his business you guess. You opened his drawer and you saw some stationary supplies and a folder. You were about to close it when a folder caught your eyes. It has your name on it. 

You suddenly become anxious when you decide to get it and open the folder. There are several papers and the majority of them were printed news. 

‘Y/L/N Min-Ho, has awaken after a month of being in coma’

‘Y/L/N Min-Ho, refuse to get a statement regarding the incident’

‘Y/L/N Min-Ho, the only one who survived in a tragic accident on the 10th of July 2022’

When you flipped the other pages, it was research about certain medicines.

‘What Gamma-hydroxybutyric acid actually does to your brain?’

‘Different doses of Acetylcholine’

When you flipped further, it was already a research paper about Catatonic depression and drug intake. Your heart is beating rapidly as you read them thoroughly and the further you go, the anxiousness you get. When you reach the research about a drug intake, you felt like you were just reading the situation you have right now. 

‘Ketamine may cause serious side effects like light-headed feeling, slow heart rate, and dizziness. The common side effect of it is confusion; or dream-like feeling.’

You feel like your soul is racing with your heartbeat to leave your body. You were starting to shake as you passed through every page that the folder has. When you reached the end, you saw the printed photos and you immediately took a look at them. 

And you wish you did not. 

There were several pictures of you while you were sleeping, a picture of you with a man while you’re happily talking with him inside a restaurant, and when you looked at the last photo, your world suddenly stopped. It was a family picture of you. With your mom, dad and a younger sister. Tears suddenly flow from your cheeks as you were trying to remember their names and you try to remember a memory with them but you can’t think of anything. 

They said that you had a cruel family but you don’t see it in the picture you are looking at right now. 

Your head suddenly aches. It felt like it’s about to break. You dropped the photos that you’re holding and you held your head as you screamed in pain and you suddenly fell on the ground. You felt like you were about to pass out when the nurses entered to help you. A male nurse lifts you up and he immediately rushes you out of the office. You were still screaming in pain when he put you down on your bed and injected you on your right arms. After a few moments, you already lose your consciousness. 

“Y/N, listen. What happened the first time we encountered each other and the last thing that happened to us is my fault.” 

You saw yourself talking to a man and when you looked further, you saw the face of Jeon Jungkook. 

“And I would like to sincerely apologize for what happened.” He added 

“I don’t have any excuse for my actions last time and I know that I’m out of line. I’m being a jerk and I have no excuse for that. I really want to apologize because it appears that my actions affected your decision when you decided to resign.”

He was talking while you were just standing in front of him. 

You shook your head and looked away. “That’s not only the issue here. Do you even know who I am before you even met me during Hoseok’s party?” 

“Do you realize now? I shouldn’t be here in the first place because my family despises your family including you.” The tone of your voice rises. “And god knows you might be planning something against me or my family.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know?! Cause you’re basically Jeon Jungkook?!” 

You saw yourself arguing with him for an unknown reason. Your voice is rising and you’re getting confused. At the end, you saw yourself walking away

 “I also hope that this is the last time we see each other.” 

When you gained your consciousness, you opened your eyes and you saw Dr. Kim in front of you. It took a few moments before you remembered the last thing that happened and you were immediately filled with fear. You remember vividly the things you’ve read and the photos you’ve seen. 

Your bedroom door opened and when you saw Jungkook enter the room, you got alarmed and you suddenly moved backward.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” He looked surprised and he immediately confronted you but he suddenly stopped when you spoke.

“Don’t come near me!” Your body was shaking and your head started to ache again. You pulled the comforter to cover yourself from him.

“Y/N, what’s–

“Go away! I loathed you!” You cut him off as you screamed. You were screaming so loud and you were throwing hurtful words at Jungkook. The nurses were having a hard time calming you down because you were pushing them away. 

“Y/N! Stop it already!”

You were now throwing things at the people around you as you were screaming. 

And then suddenly, you freeze realizing something. The nurses grab the opportunity to hold you and when you feel them grasping you, you start to scream once again.

“Mom’s gonna kill me when she finds out that I’m having a connection with Jeon's son!” You were screaming and when you saw a syringe that’s going to inject on your arms, you screamed louder trying to get away from their hold until you felt the syringe on your arms and you started to lose your consciousness once again.

It has a moment of silence after midazolam finally penetrated you. The nurses and Doctor Kim were observing you while Jungkook was in a state of shock. He wasn’t moving but his heart was racing. He was overwhelmed with everything that happened and he didn’t know what to do. 

“Mr. Jeon, Ms. Y/N might have seen something in your office that triggered her lost memories. Just like what I mentioned to you before, she cannot be introduced to any of her past because it will only trigger her.” Doctor Kim explained and Jungkook was still not moving from his position so Doctor Kim continued. “It’s very bad Mr. Jeon. We can’t add more doses of drugs to her because she might overdose from it. I’ll be discussing this with Doctor Min since he has more knowledge from this and we’ll discuss it to you afterwards. For the meantime, we won’t do anything.”

After an hour of observing you by the nurses and Doctor Kim and running a test while you were sleeping, they finally left. Doctor Kim leaves the house and there are only two nurses left to take care of you. 

Jungkook entered his office and the mess that you’ve made stays the same. The drawer of the office table is opened and the papers you’ve dropped are still on the floor. Jungkook caught a picture of you and your family along with the picture of you with Namjoon. He picked it up as he looked at it. It took a few moments as he finally exploded. 

He screamed as he ripped the photos and he threw away the papers on his table and kicked away his office chair. All of his blood was rising, he's clenching his jaw. This is by far the angriest he has ever felt in his life. He punched the office table until it cracked and when he stopped, he didn’t notice the blood on his knuckles. He aggressively brushed his fingers on his hair and he didn’t notice that he’s already tearing up. After a few moments, he covered his face with his palms and he finally broke down. 

He didn’t know what to do anymore. He tried everything but you always find a way to remember your forgotten memories. He has risked everything for you but he feels like he’s failing. He was wrapped in fear as he was feeling that you’ll leave him anytime soon. It’s driving him insane because he hasn’t thought of anything to do for you to stay. 

He let his body fall from the ground and he leaned down on the wall and he was staring at the picture frame of you hanging on the wall. His eyes were bloodshot from crying his eyes out. He’s getting tired already but he’s still determined to keep you even though it’s against your own will. There are a lot of things that happened already and he doesn’t care anymore. 

—

When you gained your consciousness that day, it was rough for everyone because you became stubborn and you refused to drink your medicine. The nurses had a hard time putting you on drugs since you’re refusing to take anything from them and there are times that you were losing your mind. No one can control you, even Jeon Jungkook. 

You were locked in your bedroom and the only time that the door is being opened is when they give you a meal or it’s time for you to drink your medicine which is always with the use of a syringe because you weren’t complying and they don’t have a choice but to inject it on you. 

Jungkook couldn’t believe that you’ll reach this state where you are uncontrollable and he can’t stop blaming himself for forgetting to lock his office before he left you. 

It was afternoon and Jungkook decided to give you a visit to your bedroom. He always checks up on you whenever you’re sleeping but this time, he is aware that you’re awake. When he opened the door, he saw you lying down facing the door and your eyes were open wide. You’re emotionless, as always. 

“You finally took your medicine. It’s a medicine to calm you down and to put you to sleep.” Jungkook speaks as he closes the door. You only gave him that look before you rolled your eyes.

“I miss your smile. How long are you going to do this?” He speaks in his low voice and he takes a deep breath. You rise up from lying down and you sit at the corner of the bed. 

“Until you decided to tell me the truth and to let me go.” You answered.

“I’ve been telling you the truth! What truth do you really want?” Jungkook is getting frustrated because he’s been telling you the same thing over and over again yet you don’t seem to believe any of them. 

“No! You’ve been lying to me!” Your voice is now rising.

“About what, Y/N?! That your family isn’t the same just like I told you? If I’ve been talking to the Y/N who hasn’t had an accident, she wouldn’t want to go back to the same shit she used to have!” His voice is rising as well. “Do you really want to experience the same shit you’ve been through just for you to believe me? Do you think that the photo you’ve seen can justify the things that happened to you in the past?” Jungkook is catching his breath after he speaks.

“But you cannot change my mind that you’re drugging me. I’ve seen it all, Jungkook.” Your voice was fearless. You stand up from sitting in the bed. 

Jungkook rubbed his face with the use of his hand in frustration. He takes a deep breath once again before he speaks. 

“How many times do I have to tell you that it’s part of your recovery?” He lowered his voice in an attempt to calm down. “You have a mental condition called catatonic depression and we use drugs on you to avoid your episodes. The doctors have talked to you about this, right?”

“But why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I don’t want to worry you, that’s why.” He looks like he’s about to give up. He walked towards you and he sat beside you. In the usual setting, you would throw him away but this time, you suddenly feel guilty for what you’ve done. 

“I just really want you to recover, Y/N. I did everything for you because I love you so much and it’s hurting me seeing you like… T- this.” His voice cracked in his last words. You suddenly looked at him like he’s at his weakest point. Guilt immediately ate you. 

“I do my best to understand you but I can’t deny that I miss you already. I miss how you used to love me before and it hurt me the most because you weren’t the same anymore.” You were trying to hold your tears when you saw his tears flowing down. You tried to look away. “But it’s okay. You may forget me for a while but I know that you’re still there. The Y/N who I love the most.” He looked at you and he gave you a painful smile and it immediately reached your heart. 

Silence filled both of you and after a few moments, he stood up and he wiped the tears on his cheeks. You saw him looking at you but you didn't even give him a single glance. 

“I’d be going now. I’ll let them get you something to eat. You should rest.” He said before he walked to leave your room and once he did, you finally released the tears that you’ve been resisting to let go. 

You hugged your pillow to find comfort. You suddenly want to believe him but you’d be lying to yourself if you tell that you don’t doubt him. Believe it or not but you’ve been forcing yourself to remember a single memory with him that you were the happiest but you never did. Instead, the memory that you remember is horrible. You don’t understand why out of all the memory that Jungkook claimed to have with you, that’s the memory you remember. 

Whenever he tells you about something in our past, they are always vague. And the worst thing is, you don’t feel anything whenever he tells you something about the two of you. It’s also ironic that you can feel something to the person named Namjoon that Jungkook’s been telling you that you’re seeing behind his back while you can’t feel anything to him. Your mind wanted to believe him but your heart refuses to do it and now, you’re in this shitty situation. 

Honestly, you wanted to leave this place because it’s suffocating you. You don’t even live in this city in the first place. Jungkook brought you here where you are unfamiliar with everything. You once told Jungkook that you wanted to go back to Seoul hoping that you could easily remember your lost memories since you’ve lived there but he immediately refused to do what you wanted. He has a lot of reasons to tell and you feel like it’s just his excuse for him not to do what you wish. You had a feeling that he’s somehow stopping you from remembering your memories. 

You’ve been denying to yourself that you don’t trust him but what you found out in office made you doubt him even more. Your suspicion becomes stronger when you decide to refuse to take the medicines and the injections they want to give you and you feel that you’re starting to finally recover. You feel much better without the medicines they give you and that’s when you conclude that Jungkook wasn’t making you recover but he’s worsening your situation. 

You’ve been always finding a way to leave this place but the house is always guarded and there are maids and nurses around to look out for you. It was hard to plan an escape but when you saw an opportunity, you didn’t have a second thought to grab it. 

They finally let you leave your room once again but your actions are always limited. You weren’t allowed to do the things without consent and there are nurses that’s always with you. You thought that you would never be alone until you got a chance to be by yourself. 

It’s a rainy Saturday in the afternoon and you were in the living room watching TV. The maids are in their resting hours while the nurses are preparing your medicine. It wasn’t long until you realized that you’re alone and you immediately became alarmed. It’s the only chance you got to leave this place. You suddenly feel like your stomach is turning and you are about to faint. You’re so anxious that you aren't thinking straight anymore. 

You’re pondering what you’re about to do next and you’re panicking inside. Where are you going to go when you leave this place? How are you going to go back to Seoul where you really live? Are you going to ask for help? How are you going to ask for help?

There are a lot of things that you ask yourself and because you can’t answer your own question, you’re now hesitant to go. 

But you thought that this is the only opportunity to leave. It’s now or never. 

You’ve been living in this rest house for a long time already and the thing that you’re good at is you know what are the ins and outs, where are the backdoors and where the guards are located. You immediately went to the hallway going to the garden and within it, there’s a small gate going out of the driveway. 

You looked around to see if there was someone that could catch you and when you realized that there was no one, you immediately went out to the garden. 

 The rain is pouring loud and it is the only thing that you can hear. It’s only been seconds that you’re out in the rain and you’re already soaking wet. You hug your arms while you're running out going to the gate when a strong wind hits you. As you saw the gates were locked, you immediately panicked. You might fail this plan. 

But you have to make this work because if you don’t, Jungkook will eventually do something to you. You only have a plan A and it has to work.

Your heart drums when you hear the people screaming and panicking noticing that you’re missing. You looked at the gate once again before you decided to climb. 

You don't even know how it happens but when your feet reach the solid ground, you immediately run as fast as you can. You don’t know where you would go and you don’t have a plan but you’re now relieved that you finally left the house. That’s the most important thing and the others would just see how it goes. 

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Hi, this is my first time ever requesting something so I'm sorry if I don't give enough detail. I'm disabled in real life, so finding fics to read that accurately represent my experience are hard to come by. I'm a wheelchair user, however I can stand. I'm also visually impaired, so I have special glasses to read and really get around with. I'm just going to get to the point and ask if you could do head canons with a non binary reader on how azul, silver, and leona would kinda help them get around the school? Maybe how they would deal with people who tease them as well? Please and thank you ❤️ (apologies for any grammatical errors or anything, I'm half asleep)

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🫧 Anon, this spoke to me on a personal level and also sang to me. It means so much I am one of the first you trusted with such a request, and I hope I did you justice! ⊂(・﹏・⊂) I have impaired vision as well, but I'm not as severe that regular glasses with high specs can't help it... I also made all levels of motor and optical disabilities able to read this work, just choose which one feels closer to your experience!

Synopsis: Azul, Leona, and Silver show how they would help their partner across the school, and how they handle their bully!

Ships: Azul × GN!Reader, Leona × GN!Reader, and Silver × GN!Reader

Disclaimer: Reader has impaired physical mobility and eyesight, and I included multiple layers for different levels of severity (read the part that aligns with you the most)! Reader is also not adverse to touch, they just have to get permission. (I am no expert on having to need a wheelchair and such, so I'm happy to say that I was able to embody people learning to help their significant other)

🍵 Azul Ashengrotto

○ Azul greets you merrily each time he sees you, in or out of your chair! You can usually hear him if you enter the Monstro Lounge, him entertaining the customers of course, but he's always the most soft for you.

○ The Monstro Lounge does have short elevations of level to separate the bar area and the main floor of the cafe, and if you need any help up, he'll gladly lend an arm. 

○ If you do not wish/cannot get up to the next level, he will join you upon the main floor and greet you affectionately in your chair. If you're even willing to stay a while, he'll pull up a chair and sit at one of his tables with you to talk, he's not going to force you to stare up the whole time.

○ Always asks you if you'd like any help wheeling across campus, as this college can be large and quite spacious. If you're walking next to him with/without a cane, simply for a short distance, he will not hover and will allow you freedom; he trusts you to know his limits, and you must trust him to know yours!

○ Depending on your visual impairment, he may be a bit more concerned for you. But rest assured, he knows properly how to deal with blind to visually impaired persons, as the sea is full of all kinds of life that he and his mother worked with that had similar situations.

○ If your vision is blind or near blind, he can be slow and expressive quite easily: he has heels that click, he has a suit and scarf that flap and rustle, he has a voice of a performer and stage-host! He is also always asking as best he can for your permission to do anything, and can still slip up sometimes; but he's much more prepared than you think.

○ If you're not blind but a part of the large stigmatism group, he can easily relate to your struggles. His kind has naturally bad vision, and he might need glasses on land forever, but he will not compare your situations. He has more common sense than that. 

○ In private, he's already gotten the motions down for helping you if need be, he's just a bit more emotional if you two are in private.

○ He's not perfect, but I will say he's very prepared and was brought up by a very supportive mother!

○ And a bully or rather rude individual? He's already handled it, if you tell him.

○ Azul had a change of heart after his Overblot situation, and is proactive in some anti-bullying practices at school. Anti-bullying, meaning sicking the twins on them and perhaps even spreading a rumor or two about them! You see; breaking your glasses as a joke, and stopping your chair from moving by holding the bars…

○ That's not behavior befitting of anyone near his dear partner, and he'll make sure it doesn't happen again. You now have glasses from a more comfortable frame, and you now have an upgraded walking cane just in case… knees need breaking.

○ But in the end, his forehead kisses goodbye are saccharine and genuine for you…

🍹 Leona Kingscholar

○ I'm so sorry about this; Savanaclaw is probably the worst dorm to be in sometimes, and it's not the most wheelchair friendly… if at all friendly to begin with. If was practical made for the abled bodied and active people here, it's… gonna be rough

○ Well, if you didn't have the support of Leona (and Ruggie, and Jack) around here. If you are truly unable to move your legs, there are very few elevators around Savanaclaw and they are all in the central building. If you're able to walk, it might not be so bad… but dragging around your chair over every rock output will suck.

○ So, you might get Leona walking around you and asking, with a sigh, if you want his help getting around. He's not upset with helping you, he's just silently regretting taking you here for a nap…

○ Of course, if you allow him to carry you, it's literally no issue at all for him. He's strong and has great balance as an athlete (if you need his help), and your chair is safely levitated with magic behind him like it's nothing! Don't worry, it'll be fine herbivore, drop your concern…

○ Leona is the rash type, but he's not stupid. If you vision is blind to near blindness: he always announces his presence upon entering your space, but might touch you by accident with a hand on your shoulder or with his tail. Sorry about that… he'll fix that, he really does care. He has no problem at all with helping any other astigmatism type, he might find glasses cute on you if anything…

○ Leona sometimes wishes to meet in places without the stone ledges, the wooden open-gap stairs, and the rope bridges. It's a hassle for the both of you, no matter the severity of your disability, and can often sometimes lead to him feeling bad for taking you there…

○ So he's going to stick with taking you to the botanical garden or even just the main campus' yard, it'll save both of you the finicky work of trying to levitate your chair over the bridges and into the rooms without hitting the door (Ruggie and Jack always volunteer to help carry, and that's up to you, but sometimes Leona is all there is on hand). 

○ Leona likes to nap and be stationary, so you don't have to worry about him moving away from you too much. If at all. He'd more likely curl into you if you lay down with him.

○ He'd take laying with you over walking anywhere, anyways. So he'll lay just about anywhere you want to stop and rest: the courtyard grass, the bushes in the botanical garden, or against a tree.

○ Now, he's got good hearing… and if his ears catch a Savanaclaw student insult throwing at you two while on one of his naps, he'll be upset. His pride is being tested, and taking a partner in you is not something he regrets or will take shit about. Because you're his, and he yours.

○ On a regular day, Leona isn't around at all times so you might wonder why he is late for your short, few hours together… and then he strolls up, forty minutes late, with magic practical radiating off of him like a firecracker. But he says he's just fine, got out of Spelldrive practice early.

○ But his smile is genuine, and Savanaclaw members giving you a respectable berth of space is nice (but if only you knew).

☕ Silver

○ Contrary to popular belief, the Briar Valley is very forward for supporting individuals and their needs. Just not if it's in need of anything technical or electrical based. And Silver is very respectful, if not a tad bit too eager to ask questions.

○ But asking questions can never be too bad if it's to make you comfortable, he thinks. He asks about your sight distance (if you're not fully blind), he asks how strong your legs are and how far they can carry you (if you haven't explained you're fully paralyzed), and much more.

○ Silver has seen generals with missing legs, ex-commanders blinded by magic, and possibly just common disabilities all around the Valley, but everyone has strong magic at home. Levitating for those unable to walk, magic fields to read who or what is nearby, and limbs made of pure magic and some sort of metal or wooden limb…

○ (If you're a normal human) He knows magic can not fix all your problems and pledges to be a part of your life positively and without strain to you both.

○ If you're blind or near blind, he's very quiet… you might have to ask him to announce himself sometimes. But he wears nearly all leather and marches like a soldier, you know someones there, you just can't tell if it's him or Sebek. If your astigmatism is not on that level, he doesn't react to your glasses much. But will make note that Sebek's father wears glasses too, and fa–Lilia wears them to read sometimes.

○ Silver is weary of having to carry you, for obvious reasons. He doesn't know if carrying you (if need be) will end up with him falling asleep so he tries really hard to avoid it if you two are alone. You two might need to talk about his and your worries, and you might have to be comforting him about this. He just… doesn't want to fail you…

○ Your first test is probably to have Silver help you set-up your chair and gear, and to help you in and out of it (just in case of emergencies). 

○ You found ways for this to be successful, so you test his escorting skills: Silver only carries or helps you down stairs if it's those large ass Diasomnia stairs that curve. If you can walk, it's just Silver helping you down stairs without rails. If you can't, it's Silver carrying you up a bit and back down to train how to carry you.

○ Ultimately, he enjoys the help. He always was a more hands-on learner and he thanks you, with that stoic face of his, from the bottom of his heart for the experience. And for allowing yourself to be in such perilous hands such as his (be careful Silver, you sound like Sebek)... !

○ Tell him it was nothing, you trusted him and he did well. He might want to hug and just rest his head on you for a bit… and that leads to him falling asleep on you, even if just for a second. You make him feel so whole inside.

○ Bullying… that's a hard topic for Silver. Silver is very bull-headed and one-track minded, and believes a lot at face value (look at Leona's Ceremonial Robes card). He might not even get why you're upset at first unless you say the obvious words for bullying, such as: harassing, heckling, shoving, grabbing, et cetera.

○ Don't judge him too harshly (he was lied to by Leona so obviously, and he still fell for it)... He will do everything in his power to stop these bullies of yours, and protect your person as well.

○ As a Diasomnia student, his reputation precedes him, and within a day it seems like nothing had happened and the people were silenced. Silver is pushing you through the halls for you to relax in his room, when Malleus passed you both. And you could have sworn you saw a flash of a pleased smile across his face as you wave to him. 

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Reader Insert #x GN Reader #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST x Reader #Azul Ashengrotto x Reader #Leona Kingscholar x Reader #Silver x Reader #TWST Silver x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x GN Reader #TWST x GN Reader #Leona Kingscholar x GN Reader #Azul Ashengrotto x GN Reader #Silver x GN Reader #TWST Silver x GN Reader #x Gender Neutral Reader #Disabled Reader #Visually Impaired Reader

[skylinesnsunshines]

kiss of life reading: current energies

hi everyone <3 long time no chat, im actually back and happy new year! :'). i apologise for not being consistent and absent this last year, my life has made a 360 and i had a lot going on which caused me to stop focusing on tarot. however, i've been slowly getting into it and i feel like i now have a better grasp on my life so i am now doing readings again. i'll be pickier on who i do readings for but still feel free to send your requests. hope you enjoy! <3

DISCLAIMER: this is all speculative and for entertainment purposes only, so take it with a grain of salt :)

personal readings

(italicised is the card on the bottom of the tarot deck which is meant to represent the subconscious/blind spot of the situation + rx means reversed)

JULIE 🐰

page of cups, page of pentacles, 4 of swords, 7 of pentacles | snake: creation | balance | pleasure

when i was pulling julie's cards, i envisioned her stepping back and learning new skills (could be a new instrument or something like that). i think she's currently in a period of experimentation and learning different skills that aids her in her artistry. the 2 page cards tells me that she's trying out new things outside of her comfort zone and improving the skills she already has. the page of cups details new ideas, which could be tied into kiof's next comeback and how they are brainstorming a concept or idea. with the two pages as well, julie could also be offered many different opportunities, and I feel that she is a bit overwhelmed. she could be in a period of self-reflection and truly asking herself what/who she wants to align herself with as the has multiple opportunities. contrasting the two cards, the 4 of swords details rest, recuperation, meditation, etc. which I could totally see for julie. she could be manifesting an opportunity and is currently in her "receiving" state. the 7 of pentacles on the bottom does indicate that she is working diligently, and putting her head down and focusing on herself and her craft. i feel like julie will really challenge herself this year and we might see a different side of her than what we are used to.

the snake card is interesting to me, as the pages indicate creation, julie is definitely feeding her creative need and focusing on experimentation. the pleasure card tells me that she is enjoying her job and often forgets time as a result. the balance card does tell me that she needs to be mindful of how deep she is in her work, as there is a tendency for her to be burnt out.

NATTY🦦

knight of pentacles rx, strength, hermit, emperor rx | gorilla: peace | rest | flexibility

natty could be focusing on reclaiming her energy and resting. currently, natty could be focusing on self-improvement and creating a routine for herself that helps her achieve her goals. all her cards detail that she is currently in an introspective mood and spending her days recharging herself. the strength card tells me that natty might be struggling with feelings of perfectionism, but the universe wants her to remember that she is capable in overcoming everything that she thinks she is unable to do. i know kiof is planning a comeback next month so i wonder if natty has been feeling burnt out preparing for that. the hermit tells me that natty has been doing a lot of introspection and focusing on herself. natty could be practising or looking to improve her skills herself. the emperor rx tells me that natty's perfectionistic traits could be at a high right now, and that she needs to reign in her need for control as it can be detrimental to her growth.

the gorilla card describes someone who leads by example and focuses on having inner peace for themselves. the rest and flexibility cards tell me that natty could be feeling the need to control and have been focusing on following a rigid routine for the comeback.

BELLE🐥

justice, 2 of cups, 8 of wands, the chariot rx | swan: beauty | strength | trust

currently, belle could be entering a significant relationship in her life. 2 of cups usually depict romance so it could either be a significant partnership in her career (justice deals with the law) or a romantic partnership. either way, the energy seems significant and is progressing at a rapid speed (8 of wands). this could have come out of nowhere, which is what caught belle by surprise, however, the justice card is a good sign as it represents equal reciprocation and effort. the chariot card in reverse on the bottom tells me that belle would subconsciously want to be a bit more cautious in this scenario, due to its fast movement. belle's person could be wanting to move the relationship to a more serious commitment, but belle could be the one that wants to take a slower approach to this relationship.

swan details romance again, this girl could enter her lovergirl era as it reminds us that beauty is subjective and to look for beauty in everything. strength and trust could mean that belle is unsure and wary about this relationship, so the universe just wants to remind her that she has immense personal strength and to trust that she is divinely protected.

HANEUL🦊

the emperor, 2 of pentacles, the world rx, queen of cups rx | snake: creation | confidence | blessings

haneul could be becoming more vocal and demanding (not in a bad way) in her personal life. i have this feeling that haneul is starting to know what makes her happy and what she wants to do career wise. i feel this sense of autonomy has come into haneul as she has experienced life more. the 2 of pentacles signifies juggling between two things, so haneul might be doing lots of work regarding her personal life and career and juggling it well. i also get the feeling that she might receive an increase on her finances from a male figure in her life, my assumption is that she is learning to diversify her skills as an artist and receives more income that way. with the world rx, i feel like haneul is seeking closure on a certain situation. maybe she started a project but it didn't pan out to how she envisioned and she is still holding onto that hope. the queen of cups rx tells me regarding this specific situation, haneul needs to prioritise her feelings and emotions and focus on self-love as i feel like this situation affected her personally.

just like julie, i think haneul is experimenting with her music and what/who she wants to be as an artist. she could be working together with julie when it comes to music or dancing. the confidence tells me that the situation that didn't come into fruition has affected haneul's confidence. i think she could also be experimenting in the next comeback and lost confidence cause its out of her comfort zone. however, the blessings card is a good omen that all the work haneul is doing will benefit her in the future. the blessings card tell me that although haneul might struggle with her confidence or feelings currently, haneul will experience positivity and prosperity soon.

that is all! if you have any feedback, comments, queries or requests please don’t hesitate to reach out to me my ask box is always open. sending you all love, light, positivity and abundance <3 much love

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[bizarrepotpourri]

Behind the Scenes: Unlucky Thirteen

[Previously on: Special Officer 432 in General]

Like I said in the previous post, the stories were originally posted on A Certain Website and inspired by its users. So, let's dive into the first one, "Unlucky Thirteen".

And since we'll be discussing crime, death and hornyposting again, all the details along with a link to the story on Pixiv are under the cut.

Important info: you can access the link only if you set explicit material to be shown in your Pixiv settings. For a good reason.

The person whom I offered a role in the story wrote a thing or two herself, and bouncing the ideas between us I arrived at the general concept I described in my previous post: a Kingdom based on Great Britain, but where capital punishment wasn't abolished after the obvious miscarriage of justice that was the case of Ruth Ellis.

Now, I do understand that the users of A Certain Website value their privacy and don't reveal where they're from - unless they slip and include something geographically specific in their photos or their automatic translator/autocorrect has a hiccup - but when that inevitably happens, I can hint that I spotted it, dropping a local reference in a story I wrote for them.

While the story hinges on a knee-jerk legal act introduced due to media fearmongering and desperate "tough on crime" vote baiting that obviously doesn't work as intended but gets people into trouble over technicalities, something the UK is rather notorious for (from my observations - of course, I realize that they have nothing on the US in this regard), the rest isn't as British as you would expect. The concept of drug-dealing football hooligans does sound fairly British, but I was in fact inspired by late 1990s/early 2000s Poland - the quote under the full version of the cover image contains multiple references to local organized crime from that time, mostly , along with a very specific reference to one of the local football clubs that I won't explain - like I said, If You Know, You Know. Enough that some locals figured out only half of it outright and caught on the other half later.

I also set up some foreshadowing in the first paragraph, mainly to depict the Officer as well established in her profession and having seen a lot - not just pop culture tropes and generalities like "greedy trophy wives", "homeless junkies" and "Capital City gang members", but references to actual cases as well. While "elderly serial poisoner" sounds like a reference to things like "Arsenic and Old Lace", I had two actual serial poisoners in mind: Nannie Doss and Louisa May Merrifield (although Merrifield wasn't exactly "elderly"). "Country cannibal" is based on the Australian murderer Katherine Knight, although I'm gonna put a disclaimer here: I'm not going to write a story about her. Sure, I can imagine it, and that’s the problem: we’d be dealing with an ogre of a woman with anger issues that would require four guards to subdue her and most possibly a straitjacket, and that’s just not my style. Which leaves me with the "depraved murderer barely out of high school" - an idea that sent me into a most distracting rabbit hole of writing down important-sounding legalese outlining the next story, when I was only halfway through "Unlucky Thirteen". But, more on that in the next post, now let's get back to the first one.

Since the story is set in a prison, and one of three specifically named ones, let's focus on that. Shackleton, located in the Capital region, stands in for the real-life Holloway Prison, with the execution chamber based on stills from "Pierrepoint" and photos of a miniature reconstruction of the execution chamber in the Wandsworth prison that I found online, as it was very similar to the one depicted in "Pierrepoint". The idea of a black curtain separating the preparation area, however, comes from an article about the Fallbeil installed in Katowice prison during the German occupation of Silesia during World War 2 - well, that and it's aimed directly at the users of A Certain Website. I know, it's awkward and I depicted the preparation rooms in the other two prisons as slightly more practical, but I don't feel like doing retcons on this one.

And finally, a bit of general trivia: I write my stories in English first, and then translate them to Polish - mostly because I find translating from Polish to English awkward and often come up with English puns or turns of phrase that are a nightmare to translate to Polish (for example, the taking/giving head wordplay in my old story "Swift Justice" that I had to rephrase entirely in translation), but here, I came up with a translation of the phrase "handcuffed, hysterical and in a world of trouble" that sounds even better in Polish - literally "in handcuffs, in panic and in trouble".

#my writing #stories #Ravenka hornyposting #Special Officer 432 #Unlucky Thirteen #creative writing #behind the scenes #writeblr

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Second Chances Ch. 18 (Book 1 In the "Chances" Series) *Samoa Joe X OC*

Pairing: Samoa Joe X Female OC

Summary:

Ella Roberts has led a traumatic life.

She witnessed her parents' murders at the age of eighteen, and narrowly escaped death herself, due to the intervention of Joe Seanoa, a close family friend. After she discovers she was the true target the night her parents were killed, she assumes a new identity and runs away with intentions of protecting her family and loved ones. Years later, she is pursued by a mysterious Ukrainian, and soon finds herself right back in the biggest nightmare of her life. Fate brings her back to Joe, and knowing Ella's still in danger, Joe vows to keep her safe. But can he succeed? Or will the danger that still threatens her freeze any second chance they have at a happily-ever-after?

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with TNA. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: None this chapter

Chapter 18

Mark "Red" Miller had himself quite a day.

Hired by Jacques Fournier, he'd attempted to kidnap Ella Roberts and hold her prisoner until Fournier came to collect her. Red of course realized the Frenchman was insane, but that wasn't his concern. He needed to keep his mind on the task at hand. He had no time to wonder what Fournier wanted with the young woman, and he definitely had no time for an attack of conscience. Red was prepared to murder every person in the large mansion if he needed to. He was, after all, one of the best hit men in the country.

So, why am I sitting in a hospital bed, with numerous broken bones and recovering from multiple surgeries? Oh, yeah, he thought sarcastically, because Fournier forgot to mention the girl was a little she-devil! Not to mention her two huge, vicious friends. You ought to know…I add kidnapping to my job description just this ONE time, and I get screwed over. Big time. All for an extra half-million.

He shook his head, and laid it back against the hospital's pitiful excuse for a pillow, closing his eyes to rest. A moment later, his room's door opened and shut.

"Is it time for my pain medicine," he slurred. His eyes remained closed in pain and exhaustion.

"If it was up to us, you'd not get another drop of the stuff," came the gruff reply.

Red's hazel-colored eyes shot open, and he saw the two detectives who arrested him. Both men appeared middle age, like him, but were fairly large and sturdy in build. One had sandy blonde hair, while the other had dark hair with some gray creeping throughout.

Red cursed under his breath, "What do you guys want," he drawled. "I've had surgery. I'm supposed to be resting."

"We don't care if you ever rest again," Detective Yandell growled. "You're going to tell us why you were on the Jarrett's property with a gun—why you tried to kidnap Ella Roberts."

Red had become quite familiar with the 'good cop/bad cop' routine. He wasn't a fool. He would not allow these two clowns to trick him into divulging vital info. Information which could, and would, get him killed.

"Cool it," Red muttered, rolling his eyes. "I know what you two are trying to put over on me. I'll save you the trouble. I was only hunting. I didn't know I was on private property."

"Hunting…with a nine-millimeter," Detective Smith clarified skeptically, lifting an eyebrow and shaking his head. "Come on, man. We weren't born yesterday."

"Why not a nine-millimeter," Red asked, absurdly trying to keep up his facade. "It's easier to carry a handgun around than a rifle."

"Oh, really? And why were you also carrying a pair of handcuffs and a tranquilizer gun full of sodium pentathol," Yandell persisted.

"I…well…I-I-"

"Cut the crap," Smith shouted, as his fist slammed down on the rolling table next to Red's bed. "Do we hear the name Fournier, or do we need to beat it out of you?"

Red began to sweat. This wasn't any 'good cop/bad cop' scheme. He had a sinking feeling these two cops really would beat the information out of him.

"Y-you can't do that," he exclaimed, beginning to worry about being alone in the room with the two cops. Almost like a child, he tugged at the covers on his bed as though he would try to hide under them.

"Try me," Smith retaliated. "You scared Ella to death, as well as frightening what's left of her family. I suggest-"

At that moment, a middle-aged nurse with graying black hair entered the room.

"What in the world is going on here," she demanded. "This man's recovering from surgery. And there are other patients recovering on this hall. You need to calm down or I'll have to send you away."

For just a moment Red smirked, thinking he had an ally.

"Lady, you have no idea what's at stake here," Yandell turned to the nurse and spoke distinctly. "This lowlife may be recovering, but he's in our custody. He was paid to kidnap an eighteen-year-old woman, and possibly kill what's left of her family. She's already been through watching her parents being murdered, right in front of her. The man who wants her will stop at nothing to get her. Now, if you think you can make us leave before we get the information we need…well, you do what you think you need to, but we're not leaving. That, I can promise you."

The nurse looked over at Red, trying unsuccessfully to hide the contempt and disgust on her face. "I-I'm sorry," she said quietly, her gaze moving back to the detectives. "I heard about that on the news. Do what you have to do. Just please keep it down. Just because he has to pay for what he's done, doesn't mean the other patients here should have to pay for it too."

The two cops immediately dropped their suddenly tensed posture.

"Yes, ma'am…Thank you for understanding," Yandell softened his demeanor toward the caretaker.

The nurse nodded. "I have a teenage daughter. I don't know what I'd do if…" she looked past the cops then, and looked Red in the eye. "Sir, have a heart. Tell the cops what they need to know. Don't hurt that girl any further."

With that, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Smith and Yandell looked over at Red then.

"So are you gonna help us? Are you going to help Ella Roberts?"

Red remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"I…I can—can't. He…He'll get to me. And anything that's done to me in the justice system would pale in comparison to what…to what he'll do to me. Besides…It's not like I know anything that would help much. I don't know where he is or anything."

"Do you know what he wanted with her," Yandell demanded.

"I f-figured…he wanted to ransom her."

Smith scoffed, "Her father tried to save Fournier's wife and unborn child in surgery after a car accident. When he was unable to save them, Fournier decided to repay Dr. Roberts. His repayment was threatening his family. He waited a few years for the Roberts' to drop their guard, and on New Years Eve, he murdered Dr. Roberts' wife in front of him and Ella. He then killed Dr. Roberts in front of his daughter, and almost succeeded in kidnapping her. He planned to force pregnancy on her as retribution to Dr. Roberts' failure. Smith glared at Red for a few long seconds, "Now, tell us what you know."

When Red made no move to talk, Detective Smith smirked at Yandell. "Do you have Joe Seanoa's cell number?"

Red's gaze shot up at the cops. He knew that name. Joe… Joe… Where did I hear that… His eyes lit up with horror when he realized 'Joe' was the name of the huge, dark-skinned man who finished beating him to a pulp. That is, after the girl got through with him. "W-why would you need to call him," he asked, his voice trembling very noticeably.

"Because something tells me, he'd get you to talk," Smith answered.

"Yeah," Yandell spoke up, catching on to his partner's strategy. "Ya know…he's very protective of the girl. I don't think you'd want to piss him off any more than he already is. Trust me. We were trying to help her at the Jarrett's house, and we weren't able to get near her…He made it clear he'd beat us into the ground," he bluffed. "Imagine what he'd do if he came across you again."

Smith nodded in agreement, when he saw the horror dawning on Red's face. "Trying to hurt the woman he loves? Not smart," he clicked his tongue in mock sympathy. "Wouldn't want to be in your shoes."

Red began contemplating what seemed worse; dying by Jacques Fournier's hand, or being bludgeoned by the large fists of Joe Seanoa.

"Oh, here's the number," Yandell said, bringing Red out of his thoughts. He had scrolled through his contacts list on his cell phone. "You want me to call him and have him come up here," he asked Smith.

"No," Red exclaimed. He had no choice but to trust the authorities to protect him. "I'll tell you what I know. It isn't much, but I'll tell you. But I want immunity. And I want protective custody till…un-until-" he stammered around, trying to avoid mentioning Fournier until he knew he had protection in his grasp.

"Yeah, yeah…We know what you're saying," Smith interrupted. He looked over at Yandell then. "Do you want to record his information, or get the request for immunity faxed to the D.A.'s office?"

"I can go get the fax done, and get a couple guards at his door till the request is approved."

"Will it be approved," Red asked, hope in his voice.

"Most cases are if there is good enough cause," Smith replied. "And I'm sure when the D.A. hears the newest details of Ella Roberts' case, then he will find it worthy of you having immunity, and you will be approved." Red nodded, feeling a little better. "I'll be back in a moment," the cop added, "I need to speak with my partner before we start discussing what you know."

With that, Smith stepped outside the door with Yandell and spoke softly.

"This isn't good, is it," he commented. "That man is utterly terrified of Fournier. When we bluffed about Joe, you could literally hear him thinking about which man would be worse to face. I thought he would have a heart attack."

Yandell nodded. "Yeah, I know. He couldn't even bring himself to say Fournier's name. If you didn't keep in mind he'd helped to terrorize the poor girl even further, you could almost feel sorry for him."

"Well, don't. He had to know what he was getting himself into by working for that monster." Smith exhaled sharply, and continued with his thoughts. "My point is, for Miller to be so petrified…I know Fournier's not going to bite the bullet on this. He's not done. He's going to keep going till he gets to Ella," he ran his hand through his slightly thinning dark hair. "And she knows it."

"You think she's going to run?"

Smith shrugged. "I don't know for sure. But I do remember when we first interviewed her…she wanted to go into protective custody right then and there. No one does that—not voluntarily. People—especially young ones—want to stay with their families. Or at least be near them. But, she knows her family and loved ones are in danger as well. I wouldn't be surprised if she tries to."

"We need to drop by or call the Jarrett's and warn them," Yandell said. "Though I'm sure they've thought of it."

The other detective nodded, and then snapped back into cop mode. "Well, I better get back inside and get his information. You go on and get your work done, then we'll call and let Jeff know about the break in the case."

With that, Yandell walked briskly down the hall, and Smith reentered Red's room, preparing to make records of what few tips Red could give.

}i{}i{}i{}i{

Saturday at dawn, while the house was still and quiet, Jeff got up, showered, and dressed all in record time. He planned to look in on Ella, and then go out and buy breakfast for everyone. Nina had buzzed around all day the day before, cooking and cleaning. She could not seem to make herself sit still. Jeff thought she needed to slow down, and figured buying breakfast would at least take one thing off her busy agenda. After pulling on some shoes, he walked down the hall and quietly opened the door to Ella's room, peeking in to see if everything seemed all right.

He found Ella lying in nearly the same position on her back as she had the day before when she was first placed in the bed. Clearly, she was still out cold.

Good Lord, he thought worriedly, it's already been twenty-two hours.

He knew Doctor Hollister had said she might sleep well over twenty-four hours before she would wake up, but he'd really hoped it would not be quite so long. He noticed the large Samoan in bed beside his niece then.

Joe lay on his side, facing Ella. His arm draped tenderly around her waist and his face snuggled into her neck while his lips touched the delicate skin in a soft caress.

"Oh, how sweet," came Nina's soft whisper over Jeff's shoulder.

He turned to his wife and saw tears filling her brown eyes, as she watched Joe hold Ella so protectively.

"He really does love her, doesn't he," she asked softly, swiping at a tear that spilled onto her cheek.

Jeff nodded and kissed her temple. "Yes, he does. I think they'll be married pretty soon," he chuckled, remembering their conversation from the previous day. "You should be sleeping. You need the rest."

Nina smiled softly. "I'm fine. I think I'll go fix break-"

"Oh, no you don't," Jeff countered. "I was just checking on Ella, and now I'm about to head out and buy breakfast."

"No… I can-"

Jeff interrupted her. "No arguments, woman. I need to get some air anyway. Let me help in at least a small way."

Nina smiled and kissed his mouth. "Okay, okay. Go get breakfast."

Jeff smiled back and returned her kiss. "All right. I'll probably get something like donuts so there's no need to reheat the food. I figure everyone will sleep late anyway."

They looked over at the sleeping couple again when they heard Ella's pained whimper. Her hand twitched by her face and then tensed into a fist.

"Joe…" she sobbed restlessly in her sleep. "No…not Joe…"

Jeff instinctively started to enter the room, intending to comfort Ella, but Nina stopped him and pointed. They watched as Joe came slightly awake, and immediately pulled Ella closer against his large frame.

"I'm here, honey. Everything's fine," he whispered into her hair.

However, she continued to twitch in her sleep and cry for Joe. Both the Jarretts could see the mixture of fear and frustration cross his features.

"Ella, sweetheart… You've got to fight this. For Jeff and Nina, for your cousins, and…for me." He dipped his head down and brushed his lips across her forehead. "I love you so much. You have to fight. Don't make me watch your spirit die."

She sighed softly, and seemed to settle back into her sleep. And only after Joe saw she was fully asleep again, did he let himself finally drift off as well.

Jeff motioned to Nina that they should go downstairs and let them get their rest. Then a short while later, he headed out of the house to get breakfast.

}i{}i{}i{}i{

Jeff's cell phone rang on his way back home after picking up some donuts and danishes from Dunkin' Donuts. He quickly grabbed his cell phone and pressed the 'Talk' button.

"Hello," he answered.

"Mr. Jarrett," came the reply. "This is Detective Smith. I wanted to inform you of the little break in your niece's case."

Jeff nearly slammed the breaks at the news. Luckily, he caught himself, and instead pulled over into a grocery store parking lot.

"What's happened?"

"Red Miller, admitted to taking a job from Jacques Fournier, to kidnap Ella and take her to him. Miller is normally a hit man, but had accepted the kidnapping job for an extra five hundred thousand dollars. He was ordered to kill anyone who tried to stop him, but to do no harm to Ella."

Jeff scoffed bitterly. "No, of course not. That would be Fournier's job."

"Miller couldn't tell us where Fournier is. The guy's scared to death of him. We tried to bluff him into thinking we would get Joe up here to beat the info out of him. And he really didn't know which way to go at first. He finally caved, and began talking in exchange for immunity, and for protective custody."

"But he couldn't tell you where Fournier is," Jeff asked, frustration evident in his voice.

"No. Fournier had wired the payment to Red's Swiss bank account. We had our experts tap into Red's account and ping the computer used to wire the money so we could get its IP address. We'd hoped to use the IP to get the computer's location, but it only brought back a fake one. Fournier is either good with computers, or has someone working for him who is." The detective paused for a moment, "There's more also. Red Miller will not be prosecuted for his involvement. He will be in protective custody until we can catch Fournier, so Red can testify against him."

"He won't be prosecuted," Jeff demanded, "What are you talking about? He tried to kidnap my niece! He would have killed us all!"

"He asked for immunity and protection," Smith replied calmly. "And I don't like it any more than you do. But it's the only way we could possibly get a lead on Fournier."

Jeff cursed, making his feelings loud and clear.

"I'm sorry to bring the bad news, but I know you'd want to know what's going on. And we're of course going to keep working the case. Fournier will mess up somewhere. Anyway, I'm leaving it up to you whether you tell Ella or not. I don't know what the right thing to do is. I do feel like she's gonna try to run if she knows. She wants to protect all of you."

"I know. But, thanks for telling me. It's definitely not the best news in the world, but I needed to know."

"You're welcome. I just wish I had better news for you."

The two men disconnected the calls then, and Jeff drove the rest of the way home, feeling defeated. And he had no idea whether he should tell Ella or not. He was afraid it would send her over the edge.

}i{}i{}i{}i{

Nina paced in the laundry room, just across from the Jarrett's large kitchen. She had simply stood, for several minutes, staring at nothing in particular. She kept trying to stay busy to keep herself from thinking about the chaos in her family's lives, but her mind kept wandering back to Ella. She could not stop herself from going over so many horrible scenarios of how the whole ordeal could end.

God, please help me to know what I can do to help our situation, she prayed. But help me to let go and let You handle it if that's Your will. I just don't know what I'd do if I lost my family.

Suddenly, from the kitchen, she heard the refrigerator door open and close; jarring her from her prayers and thoughts.

"Jeff," she called, thinking her husband had returned home with food. She began mechanically loading the laundry into the black, industrial-sized washing machine. "Is that you?"

"Sorry, Nina," Joe's voice called back to her, along with the sound of ice tinkling against glass. "It's just me. I wanted some orange juice." He came to the doorway of the laundry room then. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, you didn't, hon," Nina replied. She gestured to his glass of orange juice. "I would fix you some breakfast to go with that, but Jeff went out to buy breakfast. He wouldn't even let me think about pre-heating the oven," she chuckled.

Joe could see the woman was hanging on to her last shred of control. The laugh was forced and her eyes just did not reflect the cheerfulness she was trying to show. But for her sake, he flashed her a smile. "Well, he's right. You've kept yourself so busy, you need to take it easy for a while."

"I know, I know," Nina groaned. "But staying busy helps me. I think too much if I'm just sitting around."

"Is there anything I can do to help," Joe asked, taking a long gulp of orange juice, and eyeing the large pile of laundry.

"Well, if you wouldn't mind bringing down any laundry from Ella's room. I think I got all the laundry out of the other rooms. Then you can go lay back down and get some more sleep," she finished, noticing the bags under his eyes. "You look exhausted."

Joe shrugged, "I'll bring the laundry down to you, but I'm not sleepy."

"Well then, humor me," she requested, with a small smile. "Or, tell yourself you're just going back up there to stay with Ella. Either way, you need some rest. You'll have to go back to work at some point you know, and you will need to be rested."

"Man, you're good," Joe joked as he turned to leave the laundry room.

"I'm a wife and mother of two," Nina chuckled. "I've learned how to get my way."

Joe laughed, and then he headed through the large living room, to the foyer and up the staircase. Seconds later, he entered Ella's room, and glanced at her. Relief flowed through him when he saw that she appeared to be resting peacefully. For the past many hours, she had slept, but not tranquilly. She had twitched, and jolted all through the night, till dawn. But now, she lay on her side, her hand cradling her face. Her breathing was slow and even.

Maybe she's past her nightmares, he thought hopefully as he walked over to the white, wicker laundry hamper. But he realized it would probably take a little longer for the horrible dreams to dissipate for good. Maybe they'll at least grow fewer and farther between.

Joe grabbed the small pile of laundry out of her basket, and froze when he saw a small, folded greeting card fall out of Ella's jeans pocket, to the bottom of the hamper. Curious, he bent down and retrieved it, immediately unfolding the card.

In the next moment, he had read the two threatening sentences. A muscle in his jaw twitched as he clenched his teeth. His first instinct was to swear, but he didn't want to risk disturbing Ella. He looked over at her, deep in thought.

Where did she find this? How did Fournier get it to her? And how long has she had it? Joe figured the man in the woods had somehow planted the note for Ella to find—which still made no sense. If Fournier used the guy to get the note to Ella, why didn't he just have him grab her right then, instead of bothering with the note in the first place? It was as if the psychopath was playing games, deliberately toying with Ella and her frame of mind. The sick psychopath, Joe thought, his temper flashing.

He knew he needed to calm down. His vision was bursting with hazes of red. It did not help that he knew Ella had possibly hidden the note intentionally, so she could have an opportunity to run. Especially, since she knew her family would not let her out of their sight.

But he also realized she simply might've not had the opportunity to mention it, what with all the chaos going on. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, Joe headed back downstairs with her laundry, and with the note clenched tightly in his fist.

He was going to show it to Jeff and Nina, whether Ella wanted him to or not.

#samoa joe #samoa joe fan fic #samoa joe imagine #samoa joe x oc #samoa joe fanfiction

[sesamie]

*interviewer voice* emily canolatie is it true that your band's name comes from the time you ate a ba

SHHH SHS SHSHHHHH YOU CAN'T SAY THAT ON TELEVISION THE KIDS WILL FIND OUT AND THINK IT'S A COOL NEW TIDE POD CHALLENGE SHHHHH WE CAN'T LET THEM KNOW

#i have this all prepared for the rest of my life multiple disclaimers that YOU SHOULD NOT EAT BATH BOMBS #i was young with WAY less self-preservation alright alright you cannot eat bath bombs it is bad for you #aks

[heretherebedork]

Are there any specific BL shows you would recommend to someone just getting into the genre?

Hmmm. This is always a hard one for me! Because there are so amazing ones but so many of them should come with warning and also if I start on the really good ones what happens when you finish those and realize the rest aren't that great?

Also, how do I give advice without knowing who I'm advising and their taste? That's the biggest issue for me with an 'intro course' because you never know what people like and don't like. There are people who hate every. single. show. I've recommended here.

Now, to clarify, I started on what I call the Netflix route. I watch The Untamed and then SOTUS and then found Viki and watched Love By Chance and that got me into the fandom. Would that work for everyone? Not a chance. But it just goes to show you that anything can get someone into a fandom if that's what they like.

So this is a list of BL shows i feel show the best of the industry... and a few on the list that are there because they show you what MOST of the industry is like as well. Take a sampling. Try a few shows. Don't limit yourself to any single country or genre. Sample.

There's SO much out there. You never know where your taste may take you. Search BL on My Drama List. Ask multiple people for where to get started. Look at gifsets on here and see what appeals. My taste may not be your taste, my idea of amazing may not be yours, my idea of the best of the best may not fit in with what you like.

So... ANYWAY. Disclaimer out of the way! Here's my list of where to start based on what I think is a good intro to BL itself through amazing shows and also trope-filled shows.

1. A Tale of A Thousand Stars: The story of a rich young man who needs a heart transplant, gets it from a young woman who was a volunteer teacher in a poor village and falls in love with one of the soldiers in the village. Absolutely lovely. Just fantastic. Gorgeous characters, amazing setting, fantastic story. Seriously. This will spoil you for a lot of lesser shows but if you start with it you'll know how good the genre can get.

2. Cherry Magic: Adachi is an office worker who considers himself awkward and boring and not very good at anything... until he turns 30, gains the power to read minds from being a virgin and discovers that the top worker at his office, Kurosawa, has a huge crush on him. The softest, sweetest, most gentle BL and just fantastic. Highest of the high recommendations. Seriously. A great place to start.

3. He's Coming to Me: Mes is a ghost. He's been dead for a long time. And Thun has been visiting, and seeing him, since he was a child. When Thun is going to University, he ends up taking Mes with him and their real adventure begins. Warning for death but holy shit is this one good. So good. Absolutely amazing and wonderful, plot-driven, a need to watch show.

4. Until We Me Again: WARNING: SUICIDE AND DEATH. In and Korn were forbidden lovers 30 years ago. Dean and Pharm dream of them every night and recognize each other on sight. Fate brings them together but can fate really lead to true love? An amazing show, absolutely beautiful, deep characters, deep plot, filled to the brim with emotion and highly recommended but heed the warning, okay?

5. Be Loved In House: I Do: When Shi Lei's new boss, Yu Zhen, takes over the jewelry store and introduces a rule that everyone working there must be single, Shi Lei is ready to throw hands for his friends. So what happens when he slowly finds himself falling in love with that strange man? This is just such a soft little show, filled with joy and softness and idiots. Absolutely a great place to start yourself on Taiwen BL.

6. All the Korean BL movies: I know that this is just a label but, like, literally all of these are soft and short and a great place to start to just get a feel for the shows coming out of Korea. Not as trope-y but just generally... good. ALWAYS watch the movie version.

Wish You: Tiny musician catches the eye of someone working for a record label

Where Your Eyes Linger: Bodyguard and the boy he guards

To My Star: Puppy movie star (who's more neurotic than he lets on) meets stiff chef (who's softer than he lets on)

Color Rush: In a world where a portion of the population can only see in shades of grey until they meet the person that lets them see in color... and are considered dangerous for this... a mono meet a probe. The best of the bunch!

Mr Heart: A marathon runner has stopped winning and another young man is hired to help him get back to winning. Honestly the weakest of these in my humble opinion.

Nobleman Ryu's Wedding: Historical Idiots being historically soft and historically stupid. That's is. Young man dresses as a woman to cover up that his sister ran away from an important marriage but the groom ends up loving him regardless.

7. Light on Me: A student who's never had a friend is convinced to at least give it a try and joins the student council where he meets a sweet young man, a jokester and an awkward and confrontational young man... and there's a lover triangle because what else would there be? Oh, this one is SO good and so soft and very emotional and sweet and has a fantastic love triangle and introduces you to tropes very smartly. Definitely a good place to slip into the genre and see how the tropes get played.

8. Ingredients: A chef lives with a musician and takes care of him every turn. Yes, it's an extended ad series. But it's also soft BL filled with every trope imaginable and it's a good place to just let yourself get used to Thai BL and how it feels.

9. Oxygen: When a rich young man who can't sleep finds himself at a coffee shop in the middle of the night, there's no way he expected to meet the love of his life. But when the barista offers him warm milk to help him sleep? He's lost. I put this one on here with a few reservations because there's a side pairing that is just horrible (skip all scenes with the doctors and the coffee shop coworker for your own good, okay?) but the rest of the show is just so good and so soft and I love it so much.

10. My Engineer: A sassy freshman meets a senior engineering student who is SERIOUSLY into getting sassed. A quiet introvert meets an extrovert who refuses to give up. One friend has been pining for years and has decided friendship is good enough. This one, again, goes on with reservations. It's a good start for getting into most of the more typical Thai BLs. Gives you the regular tropes, gives you the more typical relationship and friendship things... This is a good place to start if you want to be prepared for most of what you're going to watch, frankly.

There. I'll stop there. I think that's a good set. @absolutebl may have some more ideas? I kinda went basic on this list, no denials. And maybe a bit weird as well. No denials.

#bl recommendation #bl recs #bl rec #bl drama #bl series #a tale of a thousand stars #cherry magic #he's coming to me #until we meet again #light on me #be loved in house: i do #ingredients bl #oxygen bl #my engineer the series #thaibl #thai bl #koreanbl #korean bl #taiwanese bl #taiwanesebl #asianbl #asian lgbtq dramas #asianlgbtqdramas #asian bl #asian bl drama

[marginalmadness]

Summer Nights: 2/4

Pairing: Rabbit!Hybrid Jungkook x Y/N

Rating: Mature (later explicit)

Genre: Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance, Fluff

Synopsis: A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long…will it?

Warnings/Tags: This chapter involves Jungkook going into heat.

Author’s Note: If I called @johobi​ patient before, I fucked up the tenses to bad in this chapter, it took her HOURS to fix. But she approved of the chapter which I’m happy about because this is the one I was most worried about. Jungkook Goes into heat in this chapter, and I hope nobody wants to kill me when they finish it.  Chapter 3 is only a week away! <3

Previous Chapter: Chapter 1 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Tags: @kookiebunny97​ @mintyrae​ @skswriting​ 

Word Count: 5.6K

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. The events depicted here are entirely of my own imagining, and have no basis on actual people or events.

I hope everyone is enjoying BE, and Life Goes On.

Summer Nights: Chapter Two

The next morning is the first day of your new-new normal. You wake to the sound of music coming from the living room. You pull yourself to your feet, shuffling from your bed to find the sourc

The next morning is the first day of your new-new normal. You wake to the sound of music coming from the living room. You pull yourself to your feet, shuffling from your bed to find the source of the enchanting sound. To your shock and delight, you find Jungkook hopping around the kitchen happily, ears and hair bouncing as he sings along to the radio and prepares pancakes. His voice is divine. You stand there enraptured, caught under his spell. He drops the spatula in fright when he turns to find you leaning against the wall, watching him silently.

 “Please continue,” you urge him. But he shakes his head, blushing and hiding behind his ears. “Your voice is so pretty. Please?” you coax, stepping towards him. Jungkook considers you from behind his ears for a second. Then, tentatively, he picks up the spatula and resumes his song while he washes it clean.

 From that day onwards, he wakes you each morning the same way, voice drifting through the bedroom door he leaves slightly ajar. There’s always a stack of warm, fluffy pancakes waiting for you in the kitchen, and beside it a bowl of yogurt-drizzled fruit. As soon as you’re seated, Jungkook extends a freshly brewed cup of breakfast tea to you. You eat together in the early morning light, the radio playing in the background. And while you get ready for work, Jungkook cleaned up the dishes from breakfast. 

 Domestic heaven. 

At the end of your work day, you come home and thank God he’s still there. Sometimes he’s typing away on your laptop. Jungkook signed up as a freelance transcriber as a way to make money while staying with you. It was something to do while you were at work, too, restless soul that he is.  Sometimes, though, you come home to find him flopped on his side in a patch of sun, having a nap as a bunny. 

You cook dinner together now. Well, when you say together, you mean you take his direction, since Jungkook is a much better cook than you. He uses some of his free time to look up recipes he thinks you’ll like. 

It’s ridiculously heartwarming. 

After dinner, as is your routine, you split the washing up and curl up together to watch some Netflix. On the days you do all the washing up, Jungkook doesn’t fight you for control of the TV. 

You still tease him over the first and only time you watched a horror movie. The first jump-scare forced him into rabbit form and he leapt into your lap in fright. Jungkook spent the entire movie there, shivering. And the rest of the night he spent pressed against your side in a tight, furry ball. Of course, the next day he insisted he wasn’t that scared, he just didn’t want to bother you by transforming back and forth.

He did a similar thing when you were watching a sappy romantic movie, but you don’t tease him about that. The second you noticed him sniffling at the lovers’ separation, he turned into a rabbit and hopped off his chair and over to you. You expected him to come cuddle, but he scrambled onto the back of the sofa and situated himself by your head instead. Every time there was a particularly romantic moment, he would nudge you with his nose and tickle you with his whiskers. And when he was feeling particularly bold, he’d grip your shoulder with his front claws and rub his chin over your cheek and neck. It tickled so much it made you squirm. 

After extricating yourself from his clutches, a quick search on the internet told you that rabbits do this to mark their territory. You have trouble looking him in the eye the rest of that day. You know he’s attracted to you; have done since that first night. But he’s been ever so respectful. For some reason, the thought of him marking you as his makes your skin flush and burn.

Shopping for groceries is an experience, too. Jungkook skips around the store, picking multiple things up, asking you if you like them before throwing them in the shopping cart. It doesn’t matter whether you need them or not, just if you like it. That’s good enough for Bun. He’s so happy and energetic, his smile wide and eyes sparkling until you bend over into a freezer to pick up some ice cream. When you turn back, Jungkook is clinging to the cart, his eyes wide and entire body stock-still. All but his foot as it wildly pounds the ground.

“You okay, Bun?” you ask with a tilt of your head. His mouth drops open into a shape as round as his eyes. Mimicking you, Jungkook tilts his head before blinking and shaking it. And then he coughs, practically vibrates, before muttering something about cereal and running off in the opposite direction of the cereal. 

Ever since that peculiar day, Jungkook has insisted on going grocery shopping alone. Something about getting out of the house and becoming more independent. But he blushes and averts his eyes as he says it, foot tapping wildly until he kicks over a plant pot. He cleans up the mess without another word, chewing on one of its stricken leaves and purposefully avoiding your eyes for the rest of the day.

Your weekends become different too. Before Bun arrived, you’d spent them relaxing after your work week, alone and in peace. Now you have a tiny, demanding rabbit that follows you around your apartment, tripping you up. And now you also have a fully grown, demanding man. A roommate - for lack of a better word - with which to do things. Now you have Saturday walks in the park and Sunday brunches. Imagine that.

 Jungkook is incredibly physical. Forever moving, rarely still, bouncing from foot to foot, wiggling when excited. When you praise him, he claps and dances. The day you get a promotion at work, he hugs you so tightly, lifting you up and spinning you in the air because he’s simply that happy. He binkies about in excitement just as much as he did in bunny form, long hair and floppy ears bouncing wildly as his eyes crinkle in happiness, sending things flying in his excitement. You’ve already replaced one particular lamp three times.

But then Jungkook starts marking his territory in human form, too.

You’re chopping something for dinner on some nondescript day when Jungkook approaches you from behind, hands sliding gently over your hips. You could shake him off easily if you wanted to. But you find yourself not wanting to. His chin rests on your shoulder as though he’s just watching you work, but then the subtle rub starts. Across your shoulder and into the crook of your neck, until an involuntary shudder runs down your spine. It snaps Jungkook back to his senses and he pulls away.

—-

The day everything changed was the day from hell. Work had been awful, just one fuck up after another. None of which were even your fault, but all of which you were expected to fix.

You come home to a tidy apartment, subtle scented candles burning and soft music playing. Jungkook is in the kitchen cooking, and you’re sure the ingredients you can smell are ones he’s shopped for today.

“Welcome home.” He smiles over his shoulder at you. “Dinner is almost done if you want to get washed up.” He turns back to stir the pan on the stove. When you walked through the front door you were on the verge of tears. Now your eyes are misting up for the complete opposite reason.

You drag your sorry ass over to him and practically collapse against his wide, strong back, wrapping your arms around his tiny waist like he often does you.

“Thank you,” you practically sob into his shirt, screwing your eyes closed in an effort to not actually cry. You try to keep the emotion out of your voice but Jungkook knows you well enough to sense you’re upset by something. He immediately switches off the stove burners and turns to wrap his arms tightly around you, holding you without a second thought.

 “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, voice full of concern. Large, strong hands brush the hair back from your face.

 “I just had a really shit day, and you just—” You turn, arms flailing, motioning to the clean apartment and dinner on the stove. Jungkook nods in understanding. “—you made it all better.” His eyes go round as he blinks at you in shock, before melting into something warm. He tucks your hair behind your ears and tilts your head as he moves in, as though he were going to kiss you. Your eyes flutter closed as his nose brushes yours, but his lips never touch yours. “What’s this?” you ask in a whisper, blinking your eyes open to find him smiling at you softly.

 “A rabbit thing,” he says simply, resting his forehead against yours with a soft grunt of air. It doesn’t quite reach a growl. You know it's a rabbit thing; you researched. But you didn’t expect it in human form.

 “Okay.” You don’t push, don’t demand an explanation for a deeper meaning, just accept the affection from him. You lean in and brush your nose against his in return, causing him to gasp and grunt again, hand moving from your face to your waist. It lingers there for a few seconds before Jungkook gently, physically, pushes you away, his large eyes looking bigger than usual. His pupils are blown out, almost entirely black. Breath comes from his parted lips in short pants and huffs.

 “You should get cleaned up while I finish dinner,” he says softly, stepping backwards. There’s an arm’s length of space between you now. You nod at him, hands finding his, giving him a squeeze as you back out of the kitchen. You don’t let go until the space between you is too far for your fingertips to touch. His eyes don’t leave you until you’re completely out of sight.

 You close the door quietly, leaning your forehead against it and taking slow, deep, grounding breaths, trying to calm the racing of your heart. What was that? Sure, it isn’t the first time he’s done it; he did it on the night he transformed and kissed you. Somehow, though, it felt as intimate as him kissing you again. Is it wrong to feel this way towards Jungkook? He’s your Bun, your charge; you’re his caretaker. Are you taking advantage of him? Is he only acting like this because he’s thankful to you for taking care of him?

 You push off and away from the door, feeling heavy. It’s almost like there’s a rope connecting you to Jungkook and forever pulling you towards him. You change out of your work clothes into something more comfortable. If that more comfortable thing happens to be something just a little clingy in certain, flattering places, and it makes you feel pretty, then you tell yourself you need the ego boost after the day you had. It has absolutely nothing to do with wanting to look good for Jungkook. You head to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your hair into something more relaxed before returning to the kitchen. And Jungkook.

 “Nope!” Jungkook yells, stopping you before you can even enter the kitchen, two strong hands taking you by the shoulders, turning you around and practically marching you towards the living room. You pout over your shoulder at him, but he’s just grinning and laughing at your pouty face. You slump onto the sofa and he leans over the back of it, hovering over you, his eyes crinkling as he laughs musically. Ever so carefully he takes you by the jaw, rubbing his chin over your head, tilting you to the side so he can whisper in your ear.

 “Sit and relax, I’ll bring you dinner.” His voice is light and full of joy.

 You sit and pout, grabbing the remote to put some music on. At the exact moment you drop it back to the table, a bowl of food is placed in front of you. You blink up at a grinning Jungkook as he retreats eagerly to the kitchen, presumably for drinks. His enthusiasm is infectious. You pick up the bowl of pasta, twirling your fork in the creamy sauce and noodles, and take a big bite. It’s delicious. Delicious enough to have you moaning with pleasure and sliding back against the couch.

 “Kookie, this is amazing!” you groan, licking the sauce from your lips.

 Jungkook stares at you, eyes wide, focused on your tongue as it slides along your lips. You hadn’t even realised he’d come back from the kitchen. He places a glass of wine on the table in front of you, ducking his head and hiding behind his ears as he shuffles to his spot on the sofa, bowl in hand. You watch him slyly out of the corner of your eye. His face is so red, so glowing you can almost feel the heat radiating from it. “I made it,” he says, still staring intently at his food. “I found a recipe online I thought you would like.”

 “From scratch?” you ask, amazed. He nods, biting his lip and refusing to look at you. You reach across the space between you and thread your fingers into his soft, wavy locks, rubbing the spot just behind one of his floppy ears. “Bun this is amazing, it tastes amazing!” His head lifts up, eyes so big they sparkle in the low light. “You’re amazing,” you whisper in a soft voice. Jungkook ducks his head again, hiding once more behind his long ears and curly hair. He eats his food slowly, more picking at it than anything. You, on the other hand, tuck in enthusiastically, all manners and grace gone, letting him see and hear your enjoyment of the food. You know how much it pleases him when you unabashedly enjoy his cooking. When you ask for seconds, handing him your empty bowl, Jungkook binkies across the room to the kitchen, bouncing on his heels as he piles a second serving of noodles and sauce into your bowl.

 He hands it back to you soon after and sits beside you on the sofa, knees curling under himself. Reclining on the back cushions, he observes you as you eat, arms crossed and eyes sparkling. When you’re half way through your second serving and can’t eat a bite more, he whisks away the dishes and returns quickly to your side. 

 Jungkook flops over and places his head in your lap. “Will you…” He bites his lip, turning to bury his face in your sweater, his cheeks burning crimson again.

 “What? What do you want, Kookie?” you ask, carding your fingers through his hair and rubbing a thumb over the gentle fur of his ear. It twitches repeatedly.

 “Just this. Will you play with my hair? Stroke my ears?” he asks in a small voice. It’s unusually meek for him in his human form.

 “Of course I will, Bun. Anything you want.” You smile, running your fingers through his hair, nails trailing down his scalp. His leg kicks out, narrowly missing the coffee table. You hand him the remote. “Pick something to watch.”

Jungkook shuffles, turning to face the TV. With his head still in your lap, he curls up into a ball, enjoying your ministrations. You continue to pet him, running your fingers through his hair and stroking his ears, twirling locks of hair around your finger before releasing the resulting curl. You lounge there together, the stress of the day bleeding away from you thanks to a stomach full of good food and your hand tangled in the hair of—Jungkook—whatever he was to you right now.

You don’t know exactly when you fall asleep, but you wake to strong arms holding you, carrying you to your room. Jungkook places you delicately on your bed and you fling yourself backwards, curling up to drift off again. But before long you’re being shaken gently awake and sat back up. Soft, cotton pajamas are pushed into your hands.

“You need to get changed,” a soft, deep voice says firmly in your ear. A warm body presses against your back.

You pout, eyes resolutely closed, but begin taking off your sweater. Large hands help you when you get tangled on your arms. It’s even more of a struggle to unhook your bra. You flail for a while before dropping your arms and slumping back against Jungkook with a tired, pathetic whine. If you were properly awake you might have noticed how his breath hissed through his teeth, or how his nose rubbed your temple. 

With more force than is probably necessary, Jungkook grips you by the shoulder and props you forward. Then, with just one finger, he pulls your bra band away from your back, taking all care not to touch you at all. By some black magic he manages to unhook it, sliding the straps down and off your arms before discarding it on the floor. Not once does he look over your shoulder. He pulls the camisole of your pajama set over your head, guiding your arms through the straps before you wake enough to take over and pull both arms through.

“Now the shorts,” he grunts, low and gruff. It’s unusual enough that you pout at him over your shoulder.

“Bossy bunny,” you mumble, standing and kicking off the comfy leggings you had on. Somewhere in the back of your head you register a soft ‘”shit’” that you’re too tired to acknowledge. You pull on your shorts and sit back down, immediately flopping to your pillow. You feel your body being turned, tucked beneath the sheet pulled over you. Sleep comes easily to you after that.

—-

You wake up while it’s still dark outside. Jungkook’s chest is hot against your back, his knees curled and tucked behind yours. A muscled arm hangs heavily over your waist, keeping you close to him. You lift it as carefully as possible and slide out of bed, tip-toeing stealthily across the soft carpet and out of the room. You head to the kitchen and grab a glass in the dark, in search of a drink for your parched throat.

You drink your fill and shuffle back to bed, bringing a glass with you just in case. Although you slip into your room as stealthily as you’d left it, Jungkook is awake when you return. He sits with his arms wrapped around his knees, bottom lip snagged beneath his prominent front teeth.

“Kookie?” you ask softly in the darkness, making your way back to your side of the bed. “I’m sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, I just—I reached for you and you were gone,” he says, watching you place your glass of water down and climb back into bed. “I was waiting for you to come back.”

“Silly rabbit,” you coo. Jungkook rolls towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tangling a powerful, muscular leg with yours. You settle back, stroking his head and mulling over his unusual clinginess as sleep comes to claim you. 

But then you feel a pressure against your thigh, and you’re suddenly very awake. 

Jungkook undulates his hips to a subtle rhythm. “Wha-” you begin, turning to look at him. But he buries his nose beneath your jaw, his breath coming out in soft,  heavy huffs in time with his movements. He grinds against your hip with a desperation. You swallow audibly, forcing yourself to ask as your face burns. “Jungkook, what are you doing?”

“Sorry,” he whines. “I can’t help it, I just—” He throws his thigh over your hips, shifting until he’s hovering over you, weight on his knees and forearms. His hips drop to roll against your stomach, a thick bulge straining the thin material of the pajama bottoms you had bought him. Jungkook ruts against your sweat-covered skin as you stare up at him, eyes wide, frozen in shock. Heat floods through you, stirring your insides until you’re panting. He is, too. His mouth hangs open as he huffs in time with his thrusts, lips grazing your jaw until they reach your mouth. He caresses it softly with his own, barely a whisper of a touch. Once. Twice. Just like that first night he turned. The third time, he kisses you. Your eyes flutter closed and you kiss him back. Nothing more than a delicate tilt of your head and a careful brushing of your lips against his. This is wrong, a voice in the back of your head whispers. This man is practically a stranger.

Only he’s not.

He’s shared your bed as a human for the past two weeks, and ten weeks before that as a rabbit.

You’ve spent evenings curled up together, watching shows you both enjoy. You know his moods, as he knows yours. Your hand feels as comfortable tangled in his hair as it does amongst his fur, and you can read his eyes in both forms exactly the same.

He’s your Jungkook. Your Kookie. 

Your Bun.

He exhales heavily, his tongue lapping at your lips for more. Warm breath fans your face and you practically tremble with anticipation. Jungkook tears himself away to run his hands down the curves of your body, and as you look up at him, your mouth dries at the sight of his godly form. The ever-present glow of the city creates a subtle neon halo behind him, heightening his otherworldly, divine presence.

“I-I—“ As suddenly as he came onto you, Jungkook scrambles backwards off the bed, falling ungracefully to the floor. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry!” he yells, eyes watery and wide with terror. He rushes out of the room so quickly he doesn’t even stand up straight. Just heads straight for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. You follow too late, reaching your bedroom doorway just in time to hear the bathroom lock snap into place.

You drop to your knees outside the bathroom door, knocking on it gently. “Jungkookie, what’s wrong? Please, come out,” you call.

“I can’t,” comes a whine from the other side of the door. It almost sounds like a sob. “I have to stay here. Can I have a blanket please?” The voice is strained and tight; unsure. It’s not like the warm, bright voice you’ve come to know at all.

“Okay,” you agree. “I’ll get that for you. I’ll be right back.” When you return with the requested blanket, you let Kookie know with a small knock on the door. He cracks it open just enough for you to push the bedding through. In doing so, you catch a glimpse of his eyes. They’re wide and a little teary, his pupils huge. His face and upper chest is worryingly flushed. Jungkook notices you scrutinising his appearance and slams the door shut before you can comment. You hover on the other side of the door, not wanting to leave him. “I’m not upset with you, Bun. I understand if you want some space. Good night.”

You shuffle your way back to bed, curling up under the duvet for the first time in weeks. Because despite the heat and humidity of summer, it feels far, far too cold.

—-

The fullness of your bladder wakes you, demanding you seek relief immediately. You can tell by the noise outside that it’s late morning, and you hope Jungkook is already awake. You roll out of bed and shuffle over to the bathroom, trying the handle and finding it still locked.

With a reluctant sigh, you knock. “Jungkookie? Bun, I need to pee. Can you let me in please?” A few moments later there’s shuffling behind the door and the soft click of a lock opening. A sunken-eyed Jungkook stands on the other side, eyes averted. The duvet you gave him wraps him like a shroud. It hangs over his head, hiding his ears, his hands clutching it tightly at his chest. He stares pointedly at his feet as he shuffles past you, and if it weren’t for your desperate need to pee you’d stop and talk to him. But that’s a conversation that can wait until you’ve made breakfast.

You finish in the bathroom as fast as possible and make your way to the kitchen, noticing how he sits curled up on the chair in the corner of your living room.

You pull out all the things you need to make pancakes and crank up the volume on an upbeat playlist; mostly songs Jungkook likes listening to in the mornings. “Jungkook, could you help me please?” you ask sweetly. “The strawberries and bananas need slicing.”

He perks up at that, ears twitching before his eyes dart over to you. He loves bananas, almost obsessively loves them. I knew that would work, you smile to yourself. Jungkook fiddles with the waistband of his pajamas and you try to forget the outline of his hardness straining against them. Try to forget how your skin flushed when he rocked it against you. You focus back on the batter, giving it an extra hard stir, making sure there’s no lumps in it. That’s the reason for you beating it so vigorously. No other reason.

You sigh, pinching yourself before switching on the burner on the stove.

Jungkook begins chopping fruit. Yes. You smile to yourself, watching him out of the corner of your eye as you work on two stacks of pancakes. The tension in the air between you two eases, and soon you’re both dancing to a song that Jungkook listens to often; its easy choreography something you developed together. The song changes into something new, something you’ve never heard before, but you sway your hips nevertheless as you ladle batter into the hot frying pan. Jungkook bounces from foot-to-foot, endlessly energetic as he works his way through half a bunch of bananas and the entire bowl of strawberries. He’s piling the chopped fruit up on plates when you push between him and the counter with a small, murmured excuse me. The step he takes back to allow you access isn’t quite big enough. Even then you don’t notice; so used to squeezing around one another in the modestly-sized kitchen as you are.

 Jungkook, however, notices.

Your ass slides firmly against him and he grips your hips almost painfully hard, pressing you into the counter.

“Ow! Jungkook, what are you—” Your question becomes a squeal of surprise when he buries his nose behind your ear and grinds his rapidly hardening cock into the cleft of your ass. Only two, flimsy layers of clothing separate you. 

“I need you so bad,” he growls as he rubs his nose through your hair, the underside of his chin skimming the column of your neck. You arch back into him, throwing your head back to expose more of your neck to him. You’re usually a lot more reserved with men—a lot—but something about Jungkook makes you want to be wild. Maybe it’s the way you feel so safe with him. His body is a solid presence against your back, his thrusting desperate and needy. Gone is the sweet, delicate Bun you’ve come to care about. He’s been replaced with someone who grips you, growls at you, and yet you still feel safe in his arms.

It’s Jungkook. He’d never hurt you.

You groan, something between a whine and a whimper being ripped from the back of your throat as he rubs himself against you. Then, suddenly - unwelcomely - cold air hits your back. 

Jungkook has torn himself from you for a second time. 

You turn but he’s not behind you. Spinning in place, you see a fluffy tail vanishing around a cabinet and a pair of light grey pajamas left in its wake. You follow fast enough to watch him hightail it out of the kitchen and across the living room, straight under the chair in the corner. He never sits in it as a human, preferring to sit next to you on the sofa, but it’s his favourite place to hide as a bunny.

You crouch, peeking under the chair, trying to coax him out.

“I’m sorry, Jungkookie. Come out and talk to me, please?” you beg to the huddled mass of fur under the chair. He stays where he is, shifting in a way you know means he’s settling in for the long haul. You stand up, running to turn off the stove before dashing to your bedroom and throwing on some clothes. After grabbing your bag, you check under the chair again. Jungkook is still there. “I’ll be right back, okay?” you tell him, before rushing out the door.

You all but run out of your apartment building, dodging people on the street as you head to the florist a block and a half away to get a custom bouquet made. It’s ugly as hell, but it’s not supposed to be for looking at. All of the flowers are suitable for rabbits to eat, and you get triple the ones you know Jungkook is particularly fond of.

You rush back to your apartment on a sliver of energy, taking extra care to preserve your gift, but the whole journey takes you less than twenty minutes. You discard your shoes and bag by the door and head straight for the chair, placing your peace offering on the floor before it.

“I have a gift for you,” you say, pulling a white hibiscus from the bouquet and presenting it to him. “Please come out and talk to me, Bun.” You watch as Jungkook hops forward, unable to resist the pull of his favourite flower. You untie the haphazard collection of flowers and lay them out on the decorative wrapping paper for him. It does the trick and draws him out from under the chair. You hold your hand out to him carefully, letting him come to you on his own terms. Jungkook devours a rosebud and hops forward, bumping your hand with his nose. You sigh, tension you didn’t know was building melting from your shoulders.

Somewhat placated, you head back to the kitchen. The pancakes are now cold but nothing that can’t be reheated. You store his breakfast in the fridge and slip a couple bits of banana onto the paper with the flowers. Jungkook leaps at them, devouring them with relish before following you into the kitchen and circling your chair as you eat your pancakes. He reaches up, nudging your foot to get your attention. And by attention, he wants more bananas.

Once you’re all done with breakfast, you move to the living room. There are several episodes of a TV show you and Jungkook have been watching together that you need to catch up on, and that’s your usual plan for the weekend. Jungkook, however, has other plans. He jumps into your lap, purposefully knocking the remote out of your hand. You tangle your fingers through his fur and feel him shudder under your touch.

“Do you want to tell me what's wrong now?” you ask softly, thumb rubbing soothing circles between his eyes. Beneath your hand, Jungkook transforms. He curls in on himself, doing his best to obscure his nudity, and buries his head in your stomach. You run a hand down his back and find his skin is clammy and feverish. “Oh my god, are you sick? Bun, you’re burning up!” you exclaim, panic injected into your tone.

“I’m going into heat. It’s why I keep—why I keep—” His voice is high-pitched and strained again.

“Why you keep rubbing against me?” you finish for him, raking your nails through his long locks. His ears and tail twitch and Jungkook whines. Nodding, he curls in on himself tighter. “You need a partner,” you say matter-of-factly, but he shakes his head in disagreement.

“No. I don’t need a partner...” he says simply, the implication left hanging. You move his ear carefully, brushing his hair from his face and cupping it with one hand. Your thumb strokes his cheekbone until his tightly-clenched eyes open.

 “Then, tell me what you want,” you whisper. His eyes narrow like he’s assessing you. Assessing the full implication of your words and trying to decide how to answer you.

 “Normally I’d mate with someone in a nest—” Jungkook starts before he’s racked by shudders. He buries his face in your stomach again and whines.

 “My bed,” you offer. “You can build a nest there if you need to.”

He shoots upward at your words, watching your face carefully. “But—” His eyes are wide, mouth agape as he draws the logical conclusion but not daring to hope. “--where will you sleep?” He asks as though he is scared of the answer.

 You carefully brush his hair back from his face, thumbing over a floppy ear. “I c-can—“ you stutter, before taking a deep breath. “I’ll figure something out.” You lean forward, pressing your forehead to his. Your lips are so close like this, close enough to brush against each other as you speak. It’s not quite a kiss, but your intention is clear. “If you need anything—if you want anything...” You trail off. 

 Jungkook wastes no time. He sits up and crawls into your lap, his bare, muscular thighs straddling yours as he kisses you deeply. His hands, no longer rough, cup your face delicately as though he can’t believe he’s been gifted something so precious. Even as his naked hips roll against your stomach.

 “Iwantyouwantyouwantyou. Need you,” he chants between kisses.

 And in an act of madness - or perhaps sanity - you give yourself to him completely.

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Eyes Closed

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Loki escapes to his Midgardian’s house to decompress when the stress and pressure becomes too much. Spending time with you is just the thing he needs. Warnings: very short; excessive fluff A/N: Inspired by the song Eyes Closed by Bearings. Hope you all enjoy! :)

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Loki didn’t think he’d ever been so tired in his whole life. And after his latest mission, he felt ready to break down. Some Asgardian criminal had been wreaking havoc on Midgard, so Thor and Loki had been tasked with stopping him. It should have been easy considering they knew all about the villain. Except that worked the other way around, too, and he knew just how to get under Loki’s skin.

It hurt having his past dredged up and dangled in front of his face like that. Made him feel weak, fragile. Not that he would ever let his fellow Avengers know. Feeling tired and lonely, he stole away to his Midgardian’s house. And, yes, he considered you his Midgardian because none of his teammates knew bout you. By keeping your relationship a secret, he felt he could best keep you safe. Plus, this way you didn’t have to worry about the press.  

“How are you doing?” you asked, bringing over a cup of tea for him.

“Admittedly, still not amazing,” he responded, eyes closed. He was currently laying on your living room floor, enjoying the feel of the cold wood beneath him. He’d already told you all about the mission which, at very least, had been successful. “But getting better.”

“Is there anything else I can do to help?”

Loki contemplated as you carefully lifted his head and put it gently back down in your lap. You began lightly scratching his scalp, working your fingers through his hair. Your lilting laughter filled the room as he purred from the simple action. As you waited for his reply, you leaned forward and placed tiny kisses all over his face, saving his lips for last.

“Well, my sweet little mortal, this is certainly helping,” he chuckled.

You hummed as you continued to tenderly massage his head. Just enjoying the way you could be together and understand each other without having to speak, the god felt himself calm down considerably. Once he visibly relaxed, you ceased your ministrations and went to lie with your head resting on his chest. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around you. Your comforting scent filled his lungs, and you nuzzled against him as the last of the tension left his body. He always felt the most content when you were in each other’s arms.

“Thank you, my love,” he whispered. “For taking care of me.”

“You’re welcome, darling,” you responded, tracing patterns on the exposed skin at the nape of his neck. “You know what I think?”

“No. Do tell.”

You looked up at him, admiring the slope of his jaw from your vantage point. “You need a vacation. Something relaxing where you can decompress. Even superheroes deserve a break every now and again.”

His heart swelled hearing you call him a superhero. No matter what the rest of the world thought of him, he could never see himself as anything other than a villain. A worthless, vile criminal. But you? You told him he was far more than that. Just think; him a hero? It sounded preposterous, especially when you sprinkled in about a million other flattering adjectives. But you looked at him so sweetly, touched him so lovingly, that he began to believe you.

Loki truly did not know what he would do without you. Didn’t really want to think about it either, for that matter. He had a few times, though, and came to the conclusion he never wanted to have to say goodbye to you. Never wanted to leave your side. So if he was going to get away from his hectic life for a time, he would certainly need you to come with him.

“Perhaps. But only if you join me,” he finally replied.

“Deal,” you giggled as he kissed the top of his head. “So where are we going?”

“Hmm, how about you pick?” he suggested. “I will take you anywhere and everywhere you want to go.”

That was true for the most part, but he desperately hoped that you wouldn’t say Asgard. You’d mentioned wanting to visit before, and Loki had promised that you would some day. He was, however, putting it off for as long as he could. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed he was dating a mortal or anything like that. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He supposed it should be odd he was embarrassed of a magical realm with a golden palace, but he certainly didn’t have very fond memories of the place. Or the people there.

“Alright then. What about Paris?” you asked. “You know, the city of love? I think that sounds good for us.”

“Indeed it does, my little mortal,” he eagerly agreed, glad you hadn’t mentioned his home world. “The arrangements shall be made.”

The two of you chatted for a while longer, never getting up from your spot on the floor. For so long, Loki had been searching for something to make his life complete. He hadn’t realized that something was actually a someone. Here with you, he knew you were all he needed, he’d do anything for you. So of course he obliged your next request.

“Hey, Loki? Will you please sing for me?” you innocently questioned.

He had always been self-conscious about how he sounded, but you always told him how enchanting his voice was, how much you loved it. It was actually an accident the first time he sang for you. He’d been preparing dinner at your house for the first time. Out of habit, he began to sing, forgetting he wasn’t alone. Then you came up behind him and hugged him, telling him he sounded beautiful. His face was bright red, but he was thrilled you enjoyed it.

Thinking of that time, he sang the same song he had then. You’d requested it multiple times since, and it had quickly become one of your favorites. It was an Asgardian tune, so you couldn’t understand the words. You just liked the way he sounded, though. You never asked him what it was about, either. Instead, you liked to make up little stories in your head. By now you knew it well enough to hum along to certain parts, which made Loki unbelievably happy. He wanted to write a song for you, one day. He’d actually started one, but knew there was so much he still wanted to say. But some day, when he’d perfectly and completely put into the lyrics how much he loves you, he’d sing it.

Soon he’d tell his teammates, or at very least his brother, about you. That would be unavoidable if he was going to spend the rest of his life with you. But for now, he just enjoyed his time with you, undisturbed by the world. As if you knew what he was thinking, you kissed ever so gently over where his heart beat within his chest.

Troubles long forgotten and still singing, laying in his love’s living room with his eyes closed, Loki smiled brighter than he ever had before. And, without even having to open up those brilliant blue-green orbs, he knew you were smiling right back.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭// Shuntaro Chishiya

Word count - 936 words

Disclaimers - .........

Ask -  god, could you make a chishiya x reader where the two have a cute moment together? 😭😖

Italics + bold means someone is speaking.

Sorry for such a late reply, I was caught up trying to write multiple others but I’ve finally completed my first proper ask and I’m content with it, hope you enjoy lovely.

Your eyes scanned the hall upon entering, cheers echoing through the compounded room as multiple voices pounced off the walls, yet, you ignored the rising tension within the countless peers surrounding you, wanting nothing more than to be met by Chishiya’s glassy eyes and his wicked smile that he often grinned unintentionally.

You often were met by him after every game, at first it wasn’t intentional, Chishiya had a dislike for you, he thought you were awfully emotional and thought too hard yet he began to like all the things he once hated. Everything that he perceived as wicked was now loved by the scarcely calm man, you held what he didn’t and it was almost like you were the piece to a puzzle he didn’t even know existed.

Chishiya was your solid comfort, his small glances and light grins melted your heart and for a time such as this, it was more than enough.

So when you shot kuina a worried look, she could only furrow her brows in reply. She cared for him equally as you and not seeing him within the same frame as you both, it worried you to no end. Your hands mustered a sweat and your lashes curled back with your heavy sigh, Kuina analysed your movements and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, shocked by the deep breaths you were taking, it was almost panic like to her.

She chewed on her fake nicotine replacement, searching the hall with her eyes, scanning and scanning only met by nothing, such as yourself. You glared at the floor, reminding yourself of his many talents, cruelly enough. you admired his uncanny knacks and you knew a man with his wits and intelligence could only cater to his survival.

“He’ll be here y/n, don’t worry” Kuina comforted, she was often your pool of comfort in times you couldn’t find him. Still, her voice only warmed a quarter of your aching heart, it was overreacting for sure but you could never be sure about anything now a days and it didn’t help that your mind was your biggest enemy, never to be trusted. 

You stood in your spot, eyes closed and hoping that once you opened them, he would be standing there. You waited and waited to hear nothing but a pin drop, hearing the rushed steps exit the building until you couldn’t hear anything but yours and Kuina’s breath harmonising in a symphony of worry.

A hand touched your shoulder, preparing to be met by Kuina’s shaking head. Preparing your heart for expected news, that was until you heard a light chuckle behind you. Your eyes shot open with surprise, pivoting around in your spot with the speed of light and there he was, the comfort of your worries and the only person grounding you, it was him.

He stared at you with cat like eyes, his smile stretching towards his cheeks hauntingly with his hands placed in your own due to your fast reaction, his eyebrows lifted with surprise as he shone his pearly whites slightly adorning a look of surprise “seems that you can’t last a day without me” He laughed tauntingly, although he felt more than satisfaction when he saw your back facing him.

Your lips quivered, jotting out unexpectedly and with that you gripped his hands tighter than usual, pulling him and yourself so you conjoined in a tight hug. Your head resting under his chin with a huff of sadness pouring from your mouth “Don’t be such a smartass” You trembled venomously, pushing out a subtle laugh, the tears pooling in your eyes spilled onto his grey jacket but you couldn’t care less about that, Chishiya groaned in shock. Feeling your warmth against his chest gave him nothing but confusion, registering to your current position and completely forgetting about what you’d just said.

He was utterly and wholeheartedly stunned by your actions, the impact had his hood falling off and him staring forward with wide eyes. He left his palms to his sides, opening and closing, he didn’t know what he should be doing.

“I hate you so much, I thought you, you died” You sniffled into his chest even more, snuggling further into his warmth. It was clear that he was astonished by your actions, Chishiya couldn’t bare his thoughts until he finally wrapped his shaking hands around your back, handing you an awkward pat on the back furthermore his hands finally wrapped around you slowly, painfully slow but you couldn’t care less, happy that you were wrapped in his arms and not crying on the floor, thinking about your loss.

Chishiya chuckled, leaning slightly into you “Your faith in me is painful y/n” Chishiya joked trying to ignore his heart racing for the first time in his life. you tilted your head up, staring beneath his gaze for a while until he finally tipped his chin to meet your eyes with his very own ones, they were clearly tired but you knew him more than anyone else that not even you could coax him into sleeping.

“Oh shut up” Chishiya shook his head as he looked down at you, jutting out his lips in thought not once leaving your eyes, even in moments like this he enjoyed your advances. 

“This is kind of weird but you're lucky I like you” Chishiya said once more in remembrance, you could feel his hands slightly stroking your arm until they rested on your head, finally.

And with a slight pat and affection seeping from his once careful eyes, he spoke “Don’t cry over me anymore, you have no reason to because no matter what. Your the only person that I want when we leave, and I’ll make sure it happens, trust me”

#Chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya shuntaro headcanons #chishiya imagine #shuntaro chishiya imagines #chishiya fanfic #chishiya shuntaro imagines #alice in borderland #Imawa no Kuni no Alice #Alice in borderland imagines #alice in borderlands imagines

[purecantarella]

Reunited

belated happy Dahyun day! 💓🍞 so this is a tad overdue but here it is HAHAHAH the fic is hella long, over 2k words but i honestly have no clue how it happened?? guess i got carried away. anyway enjoy! disclaimer : this is a three genred fic, so fluff, angst, and smut. viewers discretion is advised, if you're below 18, please find something fluffier or angstier things to read.

Dahyun was incredibly upset with you, and she didn’t want to be, especially not now. It was the eve before her birthday when you told her that you had to miss your date with her to rehearse for your group’s latest comeback. While she didn’t want to be petty, especially since she understood the lifestyle you lead, she was still sad that you weren’t going to be around on her special day for the first time since you got together years ago.

“Are you sure you can’t just escape?” The pale girl asked rhetorically as she lay in the bed, staring at your image on her phone screen. Biting your lip as you stared at her sympathetically gave her all the answers she needed. Your girlfriend sighed sadly, leaning back into the bed. “I know it sucks, sunshine.” A prominent pout appearing on her lips, making you chuckle softly.

You looked around before whispering into you device, “I just want to be with you right now…” Seeing your fellow idol’s pout begin to crack, you continued to flatter her. “Doing everything I want to do to you…” You paused, gauging her reaction. Dahyun had given you her full attention, a sly smirk gracing her lips.

“What would that be, L/n?” She questioned, propping her phone up on her pillow, her hand holding up her chin. Dark chocolate orbs trained intently on you making you grin playfully. “Why cuddle, of course! What else, Kim?” You retorted making her groan out before laughing softly. A satisfied smile finds its way onto your lips.

“There’s my Dahyunie.” You said, making her cheeks tint to a cute pink hue. “I just wanted to see you smile, sunshine. I hate seeing you so upset, especially if I’m the cause.” Dahyun, feeling guilty, stroked your grainy face through her phone. She placed a gentle kiss over the screen, making you chuckle softly, trying to expel the sinking feeling in your chest. As she was close to the screen, she whispered like a prayer, “It’s not your fault.”

Before you could get another word in, your bandmates called out to you, making you cringe and sigh heavily. As she could sense your disappointment, she hushed you and offered you the smile that you fell in love with. “Go! I want to see you do well during your comeback!” Flashing a sad smile, you nodded before getting up and walking over to your bag to put your phone back in your bag. “I love you, Dubu. I’ll talk to you soon, my sunshine.”

The moment the line died, Dahyun fell onto her side feeling bad about herself. She ran a hand through her hair trying to hold back her irrational tears. It’d been months since she last saw you, and it was becoming harder and harder to not miss your soft voice, the way you held her when you cradled her at night, the sweet way you smelled. Just you. The pale Korean simply closed her eyes and dreaded another moment without you in it.

On the other side of Seoul, you stared down at your phone, your beloved ray of sunshine as your lockscreen. You bit the inner layer of your cheek softly before nonchalantly tossing your phone into the piles of bags, swinging your arms back and forth frustrated. When your leader saw you, they couldn’t help but laugh at your expression. You glared at them as you began stretching again.

“Shove off. It’s hard enough that I haven’t seen her in months, makes it worse that I can’t be with her on her birthday.” You breathed out before pushing your hair out of your face. The other idols around you chuckled in their own accord before one said, “She’s turning 23, Y/n. I’m sure she can handle one without you.” You sighed sadly and nodded slowly before proceeding to practice your dance moved to yourself as your other members looked at you, a guilty feeling resonating with them.

After the practice, your members piled over you. You’d been distraught the whole time and it was about time that they did something for you and Dahyun. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, prepared to go home, all of them stopped you. You raised a brow at them, your tired features making them feel worse than they already did.

“Y/n, we’re sorry that you can’t see Dahyun right now—” You cut them off with a tired sigh, the frustration in your chest building more with the explicit reminder. “Yeah, I get it. I’ll get over it.” The group’s leader cut you off hastily by saying, “No, no, we’re legitimately sorry for belittling your problems, and we want to help.”

A small smile began to etch its way onto your lips as you heard what they said. “Help how exactly?” The other members looked at each other, small grins on each of their faces. “You’ll see, N/n-unnie!” Your maknae said dragging you along making you laugh.

The next day, Dahyun rose from her bed tired and managing a slight headache from both the tears and tossing around in bed the night before. Releasing a heavy sigh as she looked down at her phone. With the multiple greetings from her family, her friends, and the Onces, a genuine smile befell her with the sense of sadness that not a single text or post from you came up.

Sana was the first one in the room, a big, happy smile on her face as she ran up to her member and friend excitedly, tackling Dahyun to the bed. Both of them laughed as she wrapped her arms around the Japanese woman.

“Happy Birthday, Dahyun!” She cried out loudly, catching the attention of the other girls as they all began to pile into the room. They all burst out singing, off-tune and loud, causing the celebrant to laugh and clap for them, dancing along to the out of harmony singing. For a moment, the rapper felt truly happy.

“Okay, so after practice today, Dubu…” Jihyo paused briefly, to build up the suspense of the night. “We’re going to dinner, Nayeon-unnie and Momo-unnie are going to buy drinks and we’ll come home and have some fun of our own. How does that sound?” The vocalist offered with her signature gummy smile. Dahyun nodded, looking at the girls around her, feeling grateful for the people here yet she still held hopes that you would find a way to get to you.

Somehow.

But as the day drew on, with no call, no message, no random gift from you, she didn’t feel too hopeful and her morale was obviously low. From getting choreography wrong to not being in the mood to goof off with her other members. Her birthday was turning up to be one of the worst to date.

Dahyun wasn’t hopeful for the dinner but she it’s not like she could skip it. She got ready despite the disappointment that continued to eat at her mood. The rapper got up to see her members who waited patiently outside for her. As she excited her dorm room, the girls cheered and showered her with compliments making the pale skin of her cheeks turning to a bright red, the familiar big smile gracing her face.

“Come on, we don’t want to be late, pretty girl.” Chaeyoung said taking her hand and dragging her out of the dorm, filling the group up with laughter and talking about other things they’d seen or done throughout the day.

At the restaurant, the girls were all giddy while Dahyun couldn’t bring herself to feel the entire party, still sulkily sipping at the spiked iced tea they had ordered. Nayeon, who’d been next to younger girl, nudged her gently. “Cheer up, it’s your special day, Dahyunie.” The bunny-toothed woman gave her a smile, making Dahyun smile gently.

“I’m sorry everyone, I just…I wanted to at least talk to Y/n and she hasn’t—” Before the younger woman could finish her thought, the almost empty establishment sprung to life with a group of seemingly familiar faces in zip-up hoodies, caps, and shades. There were about seven of the unknown people and Dahyun was becoming increasingly nervous.

A single figure stood in the middle, turned around, more hidden from the rest.

“I hope you’re ready for a show, darlings…” The figure turned tossing the hat and the mask to the side. When the speakers burst to life with the voice that Dahyun knew like the back of her hand, she became speechless. Once she got a good look at the performer’s face, the bright smile returned to her face and you returned it.

“To my love, my girl, my sunshine. Happy Birthday.” You smiled and tossed jacket that you were clad in in the direction of your girlfriend, who caught it and held it close to her chest, swooning. Your group began to perform their regular numbers, filled with energy and TWICE began hyping them up. Once the group had burned through two of their songs, ones that you had specifically written for Dahyun.

Then, your band members tossed you a handy guitar. Before you began strumming it, you paced close to the rapper, a fond smile on your face. “When we met, I was a trainee with nothing to my name but a guitar and a passion. You took the time to get to know me and who knew that I would fall madly in love with one of…” You paused to smile at Chaeyoung and your group’s rapper before continuing. “The best rappers in South Korea. That I’d be willing to do the dumbest things and say the cheesiest things because I need you in my life. I love you, Dahyunie.” You were right in front of their table, a smile on your face as Dahyun held back soft tears.

From across the table that was flushed against the back of the restaurant, you took her delicate hand, placing a kiss over the back of her hand. You continued to strum the guitar, for a solo, acoustic cover of ‘What is Love’, making the girls both cringe at you singing their own song but still finding the gesture sweet. After the song ended, Dahyun couldn’t sit patiently anymore. Jumping out of her seat, though with great difficulty, to get to you.

Finally, after months, you dropped the guitar and took her in your arms happily, carrying her and taking in the scent you’d missed so dearly. You placed a kiss softly on her cheek, so happy to be by her side again. “My girl, my precious girl.” You whispered against her ear, pulling her impossibly closer. Dahyun on the other hand, choked back the satisfied sob.

You pushed her away, looking into her eyes and stroking her cheek lovingly. “Happy Birthday, my ray of sunshine.”

Once you were both reunited, the entire dinner Dahyun couldn’t be helped but be latched onto you. While the girls talked to your members, you two were stuck in your own world. Talking about the things you’d missed out on, spoilers for your latest comeback, and of course, just how much you both missed each other.

She hid herself in your neck and left little kisses here and there while your hand busied itself on her thigh, dangerously close to her center. When she knew no one was listening in to both of you, she bit your ear gently. You smirked down at her as an embarrassed flush fell over her face. While Dahyun was the good Catholic girl, she knew what she wanted, and that was long awaited alone time with her girlfriend.

“It’s clear one of us wants it more than the other.” You teased in her ear as you lay another kiss gently on her cheek. Sure, she wasn’t the only one who wanted some, but you weren’t going to let her down that easy. The rapper pouted up at you as you giggled softly as you took her lower lip between yours. It took all your restraint not to pull her onto your lap and take her there and then.

"Wanna get out of here?" You whispered suddenly, you breath tickling her neck. Usually, you’d try to stick it out and Dahyun was the same, not wanting to cause a scene but after months of being apart…you both very much needed some alone time. Without hesitation and with just a wave to all the people present, both of you got up from the overcrowded booth, whispering things to each other while both your groups looked on in horror.

“Love is gross.” Tzuyu said poking her food around.

"And we just lost our ride home." Your group's leader commented.

The moment you left, neither of you could keep your hands off of each other. Getting out of the parking lot alone was an uphill battle all on its own. Your body was tense, her gaze was locked on your perfectly colored lips, and the air around you was so deathly thick.

You couldn’t get to your dorm fast enough.

Upon entering, knowing you were both completely alone, she pushed herself onto you. Pinning you against the wall beside the dorm door. The rapper’s hand trailing to the back of your neck as your lips met in a fiery passion. A desperate moan ripped violently from Dahyun’s chest from your tongue meeting hers. You smirked at the sound as you pulled away leaving kisses to her ear, hands already working on the back of her shirt to unhook her bra.

“Fuck I missed you, princess.” You groaned, moving to kiss her again. Her hand trailed up to thread her fingers into your hair, tugging slightly wordlessly asking for more urgency on your part. Taking the hint, you leaned down to give more attention to the nubs that had now become rather firm because of the cold air. “And these, holy shit they still look good.” You note before your tongue greets them through the fabric.

Dahyun groans at the sudden contact, running her other hand through her hair. “Y-Y/n…” She stammered out as you looked up, mouth still religiously suckling on the nipple. “Please.” Her voice shaky as she begged for her pleasure. Standing up once again, your lips collide with her pink ones as she desperately ground her hips towards yours, looking for any kind of friction.

You pulled away before taking her shoulders in your hands as you pressed her against the wall.

Admiring her features in the moonlight, a fond smile found its way to your lips. Seeing her face so needy for you; her eyebrows contorting, her lower lip under her teeth to suppress the embarrassingly obscene noises. “So gorgeous, Dahyunie…” You whispered, you hand dancing its way lower and lower until you reach the top of her bottoms, slithering your way into her underwear. Feeling the patch of arousal that has now ruined the underwear, you smirk again.

Your other hand on her breast once again, twisting the nipple making her groan out. “My girl missed me so much that she’s ruined herself…” You experimentally played with the erected bundle of nerves. “Oh God…Y/n…More, please. More.” She begged as her lips looked for yours. The smirk on your face growing tenfold as your finger moved further down to her center, pushing your finger into her, making her cry out.

“Ooh, princess, you’re just so fucking tight aren’t you? So tight for me.” You teased, pumping your finger into her before adding a second one, stretching her out in the most delicious way possible. Moans and gasps fell past her lips, begging you for more as your finger worked tirelessly against her. “Did your pussy miss me, Dahyunie?”

With no response, you slowed your movements making her groan loudly, grinding up against your fingers. A stern expression falling over your face as you twisted her nipple again, pushing your lips against hers forcefully, repressing her cries. You pressed her sweaty forehead against yours, forcing her to look at you. “I asked you a question, baby.” You simply said as you began pumping your slick fingers between her core again.

“Yes! Fuck yes! I missed you. My pussy ached for you…You looked so fucking hot during your last few stages, it was so hard not to call you to have you take me in every way possible, N/n.” She panted out, desperate for her release. Pulling your fingers out of her, you carried her to your room. Her whines driving you further.

Once in your room, you placed her on your bed gently before kissing her lips again. Teeth now ramming into each other from the raw need Dahyun’s hand cradling your face, nails scratching your jaw slowly making your body tremble with want. Reluctantly, you pulled away from her lips as you kissed your way down, marking her chest, so it wasn’t visible to the public, down to her center.

Seeing the wet cavern, you couldn’t help but lick your lips hungrily seeing the sexy beast that was your girlfriend. You hooked your arms under her thighs as you stared into her dilated and dark eyes. Teasingly, you blew a huff of air into the exposed pussy, chuckling softly as she shook under your touch.

“Y/n…Please.” She pleaded through lidded eyes.

“What my princess wants, she gets.” You whispered before diving into the sopping wet core. A loud cry echoed through the empty room as her head shot back, back arching in pleasure of your tongue digging into her pussy in ways that she could only long for late at night when she missed you. You ravenously licked and sucked at her clit as your fingers found their way back into her doubling the intense feeling of the knot beginning to tighten in her stomach. Her hand pulling at your hair once again, begging you to work harder to bring her to her climax.

“Holy God, Y/n. More, fuck you feel so good!” She cried out as her legs began to shake around your head, closing from the pressure that was building. “I’m gonna cum, baby. Just a little more. Please! Oh shit, yes!” Dahyun moaned out, her essence coating your chin like a painting as her body convulsed.

You offered small kitten licks to help her ride out her orgasm while also getting a taste of your favorite flavor. Once she tapped your head, signaling you that she was too sensitive at this point, you made your way back up. Small kissed littered across her now pink skin. You lay beside her panting form, as you pecked her lips gently.

“What abou—” You cut her off with another kiss, making her smile dazed at you. “Don’t say it. You need rest and can wait.” The rapper smiled up at you before wrapping her arms around your still clothed midsection pulling you closer. “I can get you a shirt you know, sunshine.” You offered seeing as she was still naked.

Dahyun shook her head before pushing her head into your neck, savoring the smell she missed so much the past few months. “That can wait as well. I still want to cuddle.” You chuckled softly before pulling her onto your chest as she looked at you again sleepily.

“You are not staying away from me for that long again, N/n.” The pale woman said before yawning and cuddling into your chest. You nodded along and kissed the top of her head. “I promise.”

Before she could fall asleep completely, she whispered, “I love you.”

Your smile grew wider as you pulled her closer to you, nuzzling into her hair. “I love you too, Dahyun.”

yeah, i'm going to hell for a lotta things and that last part is on the long list i would say HAAHAHAHAH this has to be my longest fic yet 🤔anyway, remember that requests are open on any group and i will get to them as soon as i can and comments or criticism is always welcomed! 😊 alsoooo happy pride month everyone! love is love always! keep safe always and i will see you all very very soon! 💕 taglist: @labrachrosite

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[pot-of-terv]

Disclaimer: This starts soft but very quickly goes to a place I did NOT expect it to go so, just, be prepared. I guess there were some things my muse just couldn’t leave untouched :_D There’s also an additional drawing in there somewhere among the text. The ending is kind of a cliffhanger (dun dun duuun... part three is coming!!) but it’s happy (hurt/comfort y’all, MY BRAND)!

Also I have to say- oh my goodness this ended up having over 2,000 words and I’ve never written a fic this long! This feels pretty amazing but also, very scary, because as you know I’m a Finn so English is not my first language and this far I’ve stuck to just writing itty bitty things. Writing a story with multiple parts is also new to me, so wow, actually, thank you PuzzleJune for making me challenge myself in fresh and exciting ways 🥺

tw: breakdown

PuzzleJune2021, Week Two: Space (Quiet)

It is mesmerising. Intoxicating, even, Atem muses as he reaches up to rub his own sleep-soft face, eyes never leaving the still sleeping figure beside him. He shifts to lay on his side, slowly, with deliberate movements, trying to not disturb the quiet of the early morning.

Watching him sleep like this... I can feel the bed move when he moves and his warmth whenever he's close enough. I never had that before, he thinks and his heart clenches. I have it now.

Yuugi snorts in his sleep and Atem can't help but smile. That boy... no, that young man, has been through so much, too much, and yet he still sleeps so soundly. It's nothing short of incredible and the pharaoh wonders if he's ever met anyone more deserving of respect and admiration. Their journey thus far has only lasted for a couple of years and during that short time, the former spirit of the Millenium Puzzle has had the first-row seat to witnessing Yuugi's strength, his growth - how he slowly but surely had begun to trust himself.

Atem turns his gaze away from Yuugi and mulls over that thought. It hurts him somewhere deep in his core to remember how little worth Yuugi had seen in himself during those first months after Atem's consciousness awakened. He touches his chest where his heart is and leaves his hand there, feeling the slow rhythm beating under his palm.

That feeling of self-doubt could as well be his own, for he did think he was Yuugi for a while back then. It's a troubling realisation and he frowns at the ceiling. Despite not having any memories, how many of those insecurities had been Atem's own that he subconsciously reflected towards Yuugi's heart and by doing so unknowingly meddled with Yuugi's self-image as a whole? Objectively he knows that his emergence helped Yuugi gain confidence even though he didn't remember those first few times Atem took his place, but subjectively...? Atem's brows knit tighter together and he balls the hand that rests on his chest into a fist.

To call these thoughts troubling is an understatement. Suddenly Atem feels uncomfortably restless, he can't keep still, he needs space, he has to move. But moving would mean leaving the warm blankets and the even warmer form next to him and risk waking him in the process.

His chest feels so tight and it aches in a way Atem hasn't felt in millennia and he squeezes his eyes shut, holds his breath and with one swift movement pushes the blankets off of himself, sits up and rolls to the side to plant his feet onto the floor. The wood is cool under the bare soles of his feet and that sudden feeling makes him pause for a moment. He releases the breath he was holding.

It's almost funny how he already feels better. He glances over his shoulder to see if he had woken Yuugi up but the other youth seems undisturbed, still fast asleep. Relieved, Atem stands up... and doesn't know what to do. It's still practically night time and the house is silent. Mama Mutou and Grandpa will be getting up in one to two hours and Yuugi much later than that if his previous findings are to be trusted. Normally he would happily snooze the morning away with Yuugi but he doesn't want to go back to bed, the restlessness still buzzing under his skin even though that unpleasant tightness in his chest has ebbed and is now just a nuisance instead of actual, painful anxiety.

He turns around to face the bed so he can take another look at Yuugi, properly. A glance wasn't enough. Will never be enough, he realises all of a sudden. I want to be looking at Yuugi, and only Yuugi, forever. How can his heart feel so big and full but so small at the same time?

Atem is overwhelmed, not yet used to the absolute link between his feelings and his physical senses, and he lifts his hand once more to his chest, almost desperately grasping his shirt and pressing his fist against his heart, to feel the beat of it, and the warmth of his body.

He has this body now and he should be so, so thankful for it, but at this moment he can only feel guilt. He loves Yuugi but has still put him through so much and he knows, oh how he knows, that the trip to Egypt broke him. Atem had felt Yuugi mourn him weeks beforehand, felt his grief he so valiantly tried to conceal - too bad their bond at that point was the strongest it had ever been and Atem knew. It took everything in him to keep on going, to keep on telling himself that this was the right thing to do, this was how he could repay Yuugi's kindness and let him go on with his life, let him be free. He had heard the modern phrase “if you love them let them go”, and wouldn't that have been so grand? To prove his love in such a poetic, profound way?

All that in spite of Yuugi's feelings screaming at him that to be separated was the last thing he wanted.

Atem chuckles, a bitter taste in his mouth. Despite having shared such an extraordinary bond, communication had never been their strongest point, duels usually excluded, and talking about their feelings was not an exception. Still isn’t. They both had just kept on doing what they thought was the best for the other and in the process ended up wounding each other in ways that Atem isn't sure he can ever truly understand. Yesterday he had come down to the kitchen to find Yuugi folding laundry, eyes puffy and red, yet when he talked he sounded so happy. Atem had left it at that because there's nothing he could do when confronted by that smile that can put even the Sun in shade.

Slowly he realises that he's been staring at his partner for such a long time that it must be bordering on creepy. How did he get here from that warmth he first woke up to, from that love he so deeply feels for Yuugi? Why hasn’t he thought about these things before? It's like all he has in his head are questions with no answers to calm his mind. It's only been a week since... since it all should've ended, but didn't, all because of Atem's selfishness. Selfishness... and love. His own heart had broken when his life points counted down to zero and he saw the utter hopelessness he felt surface in his heart reflected right back at him on Yuugi's face. The memory of it is still so strong that he has to grit his teeth together to keep his jaw from trembling.

He hadn’t been able to stand that expression, to stand the knowledge that he was the cause of it. He wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t good enough. The pride he had felt toward Yuugi's skill was completely overshadowed by the grief that hit him in waves, his legs feeling like lead as he slowly walked to Yuugi, his own voice distant to his ears as he offered words of consolation and praise. Empty words, they were, he knew it then and he knows it now. How could he ever leave this person who had gone through so much for him, because of him, who had loved him so fully, who had risked it all to be there for him in his quest to regain his memories even when knowing that the price for that would be too steep to consider if Yuugi ever stopped to do that?

Atem had never wanted to leave. He had learned to live again, to have friends, and grow as a person, no matter how minuscule that growth might have been. Yuugi had been him and then Yuugi had become his world. There's no other way to explain it. As much as Atem had longed for his memories, for those people he loved and lost all those thousands of years ago, he couldn't bear the thought of losing another family. Even when the prize would be to regain his first one. 

But he had to. He had thought he had to.

Yet when he was just about to take the last step, he had faltered. Had wondered - does it have to be this way? What if there's another choice he could make?

And the gods had answered him. He didn't have to beg, he didn't have to fight, he just had to ask.

Just ask.

It had been so simple, in the end, so effortless. Of course, Atem asked for that third choice - or didn't really even ask, he didn't dare, he wished for it, his heart on the verge of breaking a second time. He had been painfully aware of his friends behind him, holding their breaths, waiting for the end. Atem felt their feelings wrap around him like a cloak and he bore the weight of it, accepted it, as he couldn't quite believe that it would be that easy to stay. So he had wished.

And that wish had been granted.

And now he is here.

Standing in the middle of the floor in Yuugi's room while Yuugi sleeps, hands closed into fists, both grasping his shirt now, holding back tears that threaten to spill forth. Wondering why did he even put Yuugi through all that, when in the end, it was for nothing? Oh, he thinks, oh, how it hurts. His own shortcomings, his own pain, the pain that he had caused others. Especially the pain that he had caused Yuugi. He hadn’t deserved it, he never deserved something so cruel and insincere as Atem's decision to leave had been.

A sob wrangles itself up and out of his mouth, he's not able to stop it in time and that breaks his resolve. He sways on his feet as tears force their way out and streak his cheeks, fall into his shirt and seep into the fabric as he hiccups and tries half-heartedly to stop it. He shouldn't be crying, not after everything he’s done. He doesn’t deserve to feel so sorry for himself - he should be the one to take responsibility, to carry that burden without a hitch. But, the thing is… at this moment, he’s no longer the prince-then-pharaoh from 3000 years ago. He’s no longer the amnesiac spirit occupying the Puzzle. He’s not the King of Games.

At this moment, he’s just a 16-year-old boy who is desperately trying to deal with every responsibility he’s imagined are only his to bear and failing spectacularly. So he cries, and cries, and he can no longer see with how blurry his eyes have gone. He prays Yuugi won't wake up to it, he just has to suffer through it and he'll be fine. Crying is fine, actually. He would laugh at himself if he could - aren't tears an actual luxury, after all? He wasn't able to cry his own tears with his own body before, but now he can.

There's a hand on his shoulder and Atem's heart drops into his stomach - oh no, now he's woken up - then another on the other side, then a tug, and Atem follows blindly. He's guided back to the bed and coaxed to sit down where a warm body presses against him and he's enveloped in an embrace.

Atem finds that he can't talk, he tries to draw breath to get the words out but sobs are the only thing he can produce and finally, he hears a voice call his name. It's so soft and warm and loving that Atem somehow feels worse and buries his head into Yuugi’s shoulder, his chest heaving and he almost wails from the struggle of it.

“Shh, other me. Cry it out. It helps. I know.”

He listens to Yuugi and does just that. It’s not easy to give up the reins but with Yuugi by his side, he finds the will to allow himself to succumb. He clutches his partner's shirt, holds him and is held in return, and lets himself cry. Lets his tears come like he's never done before and faced with the force of them, he feels like there's no end to it.

But there is an end. After a period of time that feels like an eternity, his sobs subside, his tears slow down, and he feels like he can finally loosen his hold of Yuugi's shirt to let blood flow into his fingers again. His nose feels snotty and he's sure there's no dry spot left on his partner's clothes and somehow that thought makes him laugh.

“See? All better now,” Yuugi murmurs against his temple and presses his lips there. That sign of affection almost makes Atem's eyes well up but he squeezes them shut, refusing to start crying all over again. He feels drained and empty and he's pretty sure he should be ashamed. He had woken Yuugi up and made him comfort him without asking but all he can feel is gratitude. Gratitude and love and endless adoration.

“Aibou,” he sniffles, voice congested and raw. He means to thank him but his throat closes up, yet Yuugi seems to catch his meaning.

“No need,” the shorter of the two says and Atem can feel his smile against his skin, “it's okay. You're okay, we're okay, everything's okay.”

Atem wants to argue but finds no energy for it. And - as he thinks about it, he realises that Yuugi is right.

They're okay.

He wraps his arms properly around Yuugi and squeezes, sighing softly. His mind is comfortably quiet now and he presses his ear against Yuugi's chest, listening to the beat of his heart (his heart's heart?) and feeling his own fall smoothly into the same rhythm. It's natural, it's right.

“I think,” he manages to croak out, “that we need to talk.”

Yuugi holds him closer and nods before pressing his face into Atem’s hair.

“Yeah,” he replies, sounding relieved, “we sure do, other me.”

#ygo dm #yugioh #puzzleshipping #puzzlespace #puzzlejune2021 #puzzlejune #puzzlequiet #atem #yuugi #tervdraws #tervdrabbles #fanart #fanfic #this bad boy can fit so many headcanons and projection in it #i am in the possession of the crybaby beam and i'm not afraid to use it (for real though. my agenda is to Normalize Boys Crying) #(no i will not be taking criticism)

[skellebonez]

You said you have yet to write something for winter's Actor au, so how about we fix that!? Maybe with promts 18 and 28? It could be with anyone, Shadowpeach, Freenoodles, even Ironbull, you choose

Disclaimer: I don’t really know all the ins and outs of how movie making works, I am winging it based on behind the scenes footage videos. This is probably not a 100% accurate representation of a studio lot. There are multiple mentioned ships but no focus here today, this is just a fun little gen fic idea I had! When does this take place? ..... UH... SO ANYWAY @winterpower98 CREATED THIS AU!

Looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while./You call this luck? No, this is all skill.

No one was prepared when the crash of thunder shook the studio building and the lights flickered out. The cameras followed suit, along with all the other equipment, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief over the fact they hadn't been filming any stunts that day and none of the actors in need of the more labor intensive costumes had been fitted yet as it was still early in the day.

“IS EVERYONE OK!?” Niu Mowang yelled out, his voice carrying through the now quiet set easily without the noise of the electronic equipment (as expected for the actor of the Demon Bull King, he needed that stage presence and it seemed to be coming in useful). “SOUND OFF!”

“I’m ok!” “Me too!” “Whoever has a phone turn on your flashlight!” “IT’S FUCKIN DARK AS SHIT.”

The last one was said by Long Xiaojiao, earning a chorus of surprised and grateful laughter as multiple people did as requested by the director. The lights helped a bit, making it at least possible for those around the set to move to a slightly safer location. They all jumped as another thunder clasp struck closer, truly shaking the entire building this time and making even the most sturdy of them shake in worry.

After another moment of darkness there was a flicker and a low hum as the dim emergency lighting for the set building came to life.

“Alright everyone, that 'little storm' they called for today is apparently way more intense than they claimed it would be,” the director said with a frustrated and worried sigh, and everyone was thankful they had moved everything they needed inside the day prior in preparation. “Looks like we’re going to be stuck here for a while, given the emergency lighting. Hey!" He turned to another staff member, pulling out his phone in the process. "Can you and the new guy help me call the rest of the cast and tell em to stay put? Alright, thanks!"

“I'll call my dad,” Qi Xiaotian yelled back to the director, looking at his own phone and appearing grateful they still had some signal.

He had come in along with Xiaojiao and anothered cast member ahead of most others (aside from Mowang, who had come in early alone for his... own reasons) to apparently work on some last minute changes to the script that had been left with the young actor the night prior. He supposed that when the script writer was dating your father it made working on that kind of thing much faster (and boy was everyone happy they finally started outright dating, Mowang was starting to worry someone else would have to set them up with each other).

"Which one?" Xiaojiao asked with a chuckle and soft nudge to his shoulder, both jumping at another building shaking thunder clap. "Uh... maybe I should call my folks too... just to let them know what's up."

Mowang sighed, watching at the two youngest members of the cast that had already come in for filming that day moved around to another part of the set to sit and call their respective guardians. This was... odd. The storm was only supposed to last a short while and be no stronger than the normal thunderstorms they got in the area. By the time they were done filming inside the storm should have subsided... but the sounds outside made him second guess if they could even leave on time safely. Normal thunderstorms do not shake buildings this hard or come on this fast.

In the middle of his thoughts the large man felt the brush of a smaller hand on his arm as someone sumbled, startling him into looking over and reaching out a hand to steady them reflexively.

"Mr. Cheung?" Mowang raised a brow as he caught the clearly worried expression on his face. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, yeah! Totally fine, peachy even!" Dicky Cheung, their very own Sun Wukong (and Mowang still wondered after all this time about what his full proper name was, given Dicky was apparently a stage name and Cheung was his family name, but he hadn’t found the right moment to ask), answered with an overly happy chuckle and a shake of his head. "Just, uh, tripped a bit!"

Well that was... odd. He normally was a lot more poised than this. And as far as any of the actors on set knew he wasn't particularly scared of storms.

"Are you sure you're OK? You seem agitated," Mowang raised an eyebrow, noting that the other man was watching Xiaotian and Xiaojiao. Maybe he was just worried about the younger cast members? "Have you had anything to eat this morning?"

"Huh?" Mr. Cheung looking up at him with a raised brow of his own, confusion lacing his features for a moment before he looked off into the distance and frowned. "... actually... I think I forgot breakfast..?"

"Well that won't do!" Mowang scowled with a sigh, placing a hand on Mr. Cheung's back and firmly leading him toward the refreshment table. "You get to tell me how I did then."

"How you what no-Oh!" His question was answered as quickly as it had been asked, and Mr. Cheung couldn't seem to help his laugh. "So that's why you came in early."

"I wanted it to be a surprise, but it looks like we got a bigger one," the larger man said with a chuckle, picking up a thick slice of one of the bread loafs himself. "It's my first time trying to make some of these."

"I bet Tie Shan would have been extremely impressed," Mr. Cheung said with a smile before grabbing a piece from a different loaf and taking a large bite, making a pleased sound in response. "There are peach chunks in this!"

"I, uh, thought you'd like that one... guess I got lucky," Mowang couldn't help bit stumble his words a bit and blush at the reaction and mention of Shan before eating his sweet potato bread. The batch had turned out good! A little heavy, but good. "You think the young-uns would feel a bit better if they had a snack?" He nodded his head to Xiaotian and Xiaojiao, watching as another clasp of thunder shook them again and the young man un particular held onto his friend like a lifeline.

"You call this luck?" Mr. Cheung seemed to have tensed again, but his tone was light and his smile was more relaxed. "No, this is all skill. You need to give yourself more credit off the stage. And I bet they would."

He flashed his signature bright smile before rushing over to the younger actors, saying something to Xiaotian after Xiaojiao rushed off to possibly tell everyone else about the snacks. Mowang could have sworn he heard something about someone "messing with and angering a demon who could control the weather", but that had to be a metaphor of some kind.

After an hour no one could figure out where Dicky Cheung had disappeared to until he reappeared after the storm finally let up. He looked fine but... Mowang could have sworn he had changed into similar but not identical clothes and his hair was wet...

Weird.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #gen fic #actor au #mk #qi xiaotian #mei #long xiaojiao #sun wukong #monkey king #niu mowang (dbk) #freenoodleshipping #(mentioned) #ironbull #(implied) #tie shan (pif) #(also mentioned) #prompt fill