#i'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes but i'm too tired to look them up

[lenteur]

random thoughts about run on, episodes fifteen & sixteen

(please do note that this post contains spoilers so read at your own risk. this post will also be lengthy because i’m going to share my thoughts about both episodes.)

just a little announcement: i will cut this post into sections. so if i talk about a topic/character, i’ll share my thoughts about what happened in both episodes instead of talking about the same thing in different points. am i making any sense? i don’t think so 💔 sorry about that

we’re starting this post with dan ah being torn about how to end things with yeong hwa :( like she said in previous episodes, everything she ever liked was temporary “everything i like ends up as regret”. it all ended too soon for her liking. so, in order to not be so heartbroken, she wants to end things with him before things get complicated. what spurred this reaction was her father’s health problems. it’s like she was finally starting to open up to yeong hwa before she heard the news. and, just like that, she went back to being more distant. she ended things because it reminded her of her own health problems. she knows she’s weak and she’s at risk. that’s why she always told yeong hwa to “live a long life” and called him “kid”. she didn’t want to even start a relationship because she knew things would end. no matter how hard she tried to not develop any sort of feelings, she was faced with a more powerful force than she knew: yeong hwa’s love. his love is so sincere and he has such a pure heart that, in the end, she couldn’t take it and succumbed to her heart’s desires.

talking about yeong hwa, he’s the character with the most interesting development to me. he went from being a”kid” discovering about love and experience his first love to being more emotionnally mature by the time things ended with dan ah. like seon gyeom said (not his words because i forgot to take notes when he said it sigh) “without dan ah, you wouldn’t have become as mature as you are” meaning that dan ah has taught him that things don’t always go his way and how to handle frustration and work around miscommunication. it’s also telling that during their first encounter after they broke up, he was the emotionnally stable one “i’m still the same. nothing you do makes me hate you. i just keep liking you” he said this with so much love and care that dan ah couldn’t help but cry. she must have been shaken by the fact he still decides to love her, even though things ended between them. he was the one to hug and comfort her. this might have been a first for dan ah because she’s always put that strong front in front of everyone around her. people must think she’s not fragile, when in fact, she might be one of the most fragile characters in this show. she’s just guarding her heart because she doesn’t want to be broken. and yeong hwa understands that. he chose to keep liking her because she was his first love 💗 the only thing he asks of her is to keep him in her heart for as long as she likes, and when she no longer needs it to just throw away their memories. it’s his way of saying she can still keep this relationship alive on her own, even though they broke up. you can also see that dan ah will be kept in his heart forever because she’s always in his paintings, even the one that was hung in the museum. i know i said yeong hwa was mature (and he is) but it was heartbreaking to see him cry after the breakup when he got home. he let it all out and it must have been difficult for him to handle both the breakup and seeing his first love cry in front of him for the first time

the jewelry box metaphor was such a great idea. i don’t know who came up with it but i’m impressed. it links back to what yeong hwa told her (keep me in your heart for as long as you can) “saving a precious moment you might never get to experience again” what a beautiful way to put their relationship.

i’ve seen many posts/videos talking about how the writers of the show decided to give the couple (dan ah and yeong hwa) an open ending because they wanted the viewers to form their own opinions/theories about them and i think this was the best decision for this relationship. you can see there’s no animosity between them and i’m sure a lot of people rooted for them and imagine they’re back to being a couple. others would think that dan ah would protect her heart forever and stay out of this relationship for her own sake. it might be frustrating to not know how their story ends but, in this case, i’m 100% behind this choice. it was the only good choice for this relationship

to end on a lighter note about this couple, i found it hilarious how dan ah couldn’t remember anyone’s name lol and everyone’s reactions to her not knowing added another layer of funny to the barbecue scene haha

not getting too far away from dan ah and yeong hwa, i’m glad the last two episodes focused a little on ye jun. looking back, the longing gazes and avoiding eye contact were subtle hints about ye jun’s preferences. i found his character very complex yet easy to read at the same time. he kept on hiding himself for the longest time and then boom everything unfolded quickly at the end of the show, just like how he came out to his mom. it’s also ‘funny’ (not in the literal sense of the word but my brain sometimes forgets words so i resort to using another word that’s similar to what i wanted to say) that the child named after jesus ended up being gay and viewed down by his religious mother. ms dong (ye jun’s mother) demands he goes back to church with her and blames him being homosexual on her focusing too much of her attention on her job instead of her children. it’s something that a lot of gay children must have faced. his mother wants him to change because she’s not ready to admit the truth, she thinks she’s a bad mother because one of her children is gay. ye jun’s response to her reaction to him coming out was “you can deny it all you want but this is who i am” reminding her that no matter how hard she tries to “bring him back on the right path” nothing will work because that’s who he is.

it was also nice to see ye jun interact with both dan ah and yeong hwa in the last episode. the first person he came out to (among dan ah and yeong hwa) was dan ah. and we got dan ah apologizing for the first time. after realizing ye jun liked men, she wanted to apolgize to him because she used the excuse of being gay to avoid getting married while ye jun (the actual gay) was living in fear. she realized what she did was wrong and she apologized to the right person. and then we see ye jun come out and admit his feelings to yeong hwa. ye jun admits yeong hwa was his first love but yeong hwa cries because in order to be first love feelings have to be reciprocated. i think he cried because he was handling the post-breakup and ye jun added his feelings on top of that. it was a lot for yeong hwa. 

allow me to fangirl a little because this is my post and i can do whatever i want for this. i finally found my one and true otp: mayhyun (may x jeong ji hyun) 💖💖💖 this was such a wholesome moment when they unveiled their relationship to their friends/colleagues. i mean when i found out about this, i was immediately their #1 supporter. i mean how can you not? they’re both so cute and made for each other. it was nice to see mr. jeong outside of his work persona. jeong ji hyun falling in love with may during the fight scene with the slowmo shot on may’s face. and then him following her around asking if she’s taken. i hope they’re both in love with each other forever and ever (alexa play love4eva)

after that wholesome and sweet moment, let’s tackle the ki family situation. we left off with eun bi involved in an affair scandal with ki jeong do’s rival assemblyman noh (idk how i remember all their names). this has caused eun bi so much stress that she had the yips. i was suspecting ki jeong do to be behind all of that. and i was right! he used his daughter as a tool to look like a great man just so he could win the elections. so much for eun bi trusting her father to resolve the whole scandal... when he was the one behind it all along. to say eun bi was disappointed would be an understatement. she was going through all of this scandal and ryan running away from her on her own and the traitor was her own father. when seon gyeom told his sister he would defend her, he wasn’t joking. he did the one thing he never did before: tell his mother about the incident. it might seem like a childish thing to do but he made the right decision. with everything that was shown in previous episodes, you’d think yook ji woo (the mother) would choose her career over her children like she has done many times in the past. but the one time she chooses to prioritize her children is also the day of her biggest opportunity career-wise. it’s nice to see her finally wake up and choose to defend her children. “think of everything i achieved at the expense of neglecting them (eun bi and seon gyeom)” she can have another great opportunity in her career as long as she keeps working but her daughter needs her the most right now. so, she made her decision: her children are more important. when she stormed into ki jeong do’s office to slap him, i screamed YES because i think we’ve all been waiting for it to happen. “how dare you use our kids to show off your fake fatherly love?” “i wonder why my divorce wasn’t my decision to make?” and then she kept attacking him where it hurts: her family’s background. she thought ki jeong do at least married her out of love but it ends up he married her because of her family’s fortune and reputation. in the end, we see yook ji woo eun bi and seon gyeom thrive and ki jeong do losing everything: his career and family that he’s used so many times. 

to end this post, i need to talk about the main couple. i’ve already developed the ins and outs of their relationship but i’d like to note a few more things before ending this post. i like that in the last episodes, every time we see them, they’re always together. they’re going through their routine as a couple: cooking/eating with each other for the first time, then running with each other, going to work/doing their things on their own, and then reuniting at the end of the day. i like that they’re getting more comfortable with each other. they’re finally “clicking together” like mi joo said compared to how they communicated in the first episodes. “we’ll probably never totally understand each other. but we could align our worlds next to each other, couldn’t we?” while it is true they’re still very different, i think it’s beautiful how they have met each other halfway. they’re a beautiful pair and it was refreshing to see them enjoy their time together and be affectionate with one another.

i’ve seen this quote in run on gif posts but i just want to share it here because it’s a beautiful one “delicate and sensitive people should live happy lives. those who are polite shouldn’t be looked down on”

it was probably an obvious choice but mi joo’s movie’s ending credits being run on’s ending credits was such a great idea. and the pictures were all cute :( i felt a pang in my heart when watching it because i realized the drama actually ended

#this is bittersweet because i didn't want to finish watching this drama but at the same time i had to #i'm a little sad this is the end of run on #but i now understand why it was a special drama for a lot of people #i got attached to a lot of the characters #the casting was amazing #the storylines were greatly developed #the scenery was beautiful #and i especially enjoyed the fact that i could relate to mi joo over translation #it took me more than an hour to write this post but i do not regret it one bit #i'm kind of proud of this post #beware there's a lot of words! #i'm sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes but i'm too tired to look them up #kdrama #run on #random(al) thoughts

[erideights]

Little pieces here and there (2)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, three, four, five

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Flirting, suggestive flirting, heavy pinning

A/N: GUYS THIS CHAPTER HAS ME ON THE FLOOR, I HOPE YOU ENJOY, THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE and if you like it let me know to start preparing part 3 ♡ (sorry for any grammatical mistake!)

"The One Piece will never be yours!" He shouted angrily, that -now- dwarf with a red nose, giant hands and feet, when he was defeated. Just like in a cartoon for kids.

"You're just a sad, lonely little boy wearing another man's hat!" She could not understand how it was possible that this intimidating, psychopathic, eccentric clown had turn around so quickly into this little thing that was so... dare she say pathetic, but she didn't wanna be too cruel to him.

The moment Luffy declared his intentions again, Buggy began to look around him, desperate for a way to escape, maybe one of his crew members who would miraculously come to the rescue, or an unexpected ally.  Like (Y/N).

"Wo wo wo wo, no no no no, wait wait!"

He opened his mouth and begged, probably to suggest some kind of pact, to promise (Y/N) a place among his crew like he did with Luffy before, but before he could say anything else, the rubber boy already threw him into the sky.

And that was the last time she thought she would see Buggy The Clown. Little did she know, she was wrong.

Oh, so wrong.

Let's say that the days to come were anything but calm. From the Kuro Incident™, at least they won Usopp's friendship and the Going Merry, one of the cutest ships she has ever seen, to be fair.

And then they arrived at the Baratie, where they met the oh, so attentive Sanji, Zoro was about to die, and Nami... Nami left with the fishmen. Although (Y/N) was on Luffy and Sanji's side when they claimed something bad was actually happening, because she wouldn't have chosen to leave with them just like that, without a hidden, ugly reason behind. Didn't fit in with the idea she had of the ginger.

"I know someone who knows where to find her," says her "captain" when they all discuss their next step.

"Hello boys!" Buggy's head coughs and exclaims in the most forced, sarcastic way possible. Imagine threatening to kill those people after kidnapping them less than a week ago, and now your life depends on them. Low blow, if someone asked her. "Sweetheart." He then smirked devilishly when he saw (Y/N) a little further back, resting her side on the kitchen counter. Surprised to see him and the way he calls her, she raises an eyebrow and gives a small, amused smile. "Hello Buggy."

"Arg, Doll! I'm so happy to see a beautiful face like yours around here." The clown shouts when (Y/N) comes out on deck after several hours organizing the pantries with Sanji. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye with a little smile on her lips when she leaves a snack for Usopp and goes towards the bow of the ship or, in fewer words = in the opposite direction to where her mere existence is spiritually needed. The clown is already tired of giving Usopp directions after all morning arguing where to go, so infatuated and hypnotized by the mysterious aura that surrounds the woman, he doesn’t give up, and his head floats in the direction of the girl, following her, resting right by her side as she sits on the ground, legs falling over the ship's railing and out to the sea.

"Pretty sure you didn't hear me back there" because the idea of someone ignoring him was unthinkable. A war crime. An insult to God itself. He was still Buggy The Clown, The Flashy Fool, even without his crew. Or his ship. Or his body. Fucking hell, what did he have left apart from the head? "I was saying I'm glad I'm not only surrounded by idiots. Having your beautiful face around here makes standing them much easier." He flirts, winking an eye, which (Y/N) doesn't fully get but finds kinda interesting. "We had a moment the other day, right? It wasn't just my imagination, I know it."

"Yeah, we totally had a moment" She agrees, clearly being sarcastic to everyone but him.  "You kidnapped us, you called me pretty, you searched me, I threatened you, you liked it..." she lists, lying her back on the deck, arms raised, own head resting on her hands, enjoying the breeze, the sun, and the smell of the salty water. 

"I loved it," he corrects her after emitting a little grunt of satisfaction, vividly remembering that scene. What would he not give to go back and enjoy it a little bit more before the rest of her crew ruined his entire day -week- so blatantly and unnecessarily over the top.

"You're welcome. Any time." She answers after an amused giggle, eyes closed.

"Don't tempt me."

"Now tell me," Buggy resumes the conversation after about 30 seconds of silence. He clearly doesn't know how to enjoy it. He is that type of person for whom silence not only makes him uncomfortable, but also terrifies him. Theatre kid. "What's a woman like you doing with a bunch of insufferable kids like them? I know they're trying to organize their boy band and go on adventures around the world, but you... you should look for someone more suitable to your needs, capable of giving you different stimuli. More mature." He adds in the end with a low, seductive tone of voice, shamelessly feeding on the image of the curve of her body now that she's not paying visual attention to him.

"Hmhm. Maybe I'll look for them." She answers nonchalantly, just because. She finds really entertaining this type of tug-flirting-war. Even if he's the only one that flirts and she just gives him opportunities to do so.

"You don't have to look too far." He was so cliché, how cute.

"You talk too much to be no more than a floating head."

"I could always put my tongue to better use." Snapping her eyes open, (Y/N) holds her breath for a second, taking in what she just heard = what he just offered. That would be, literally, giving head. In all the glorious sense of the expression. Raising both eyebrows, she turns her face on the ground to observe him, nibbling at her lower lip. She seems to consider it for a few seconds, because no, she cannot deny how interesting and, at the same time, weird, degenerate, the idea is. But before he has the opportunity to keep talking his way into convincing her, she breaks into a cruel smile and decides to cut his mood "You mean like guiding us to the Konomi islands instead of talking with me? You're right, you should get back to work."

He looks at her like he was just betrayed by his second in command, hoping she would agree by the expression on her face seconds ago, the way she looked at him and how she was biting her own lip in that tortuous way that pushed him to want -need- to do it by himself.

"Wait, no need to play difficult with me sweetheart, I--" But it's too late, (Y/N) is already standing, grabbing Buggy's head between her hands, and before he could add anything else, she winks at him, kiss one of his cheeks, screams at the top of his lungs "USOPP!! CATCH HIM!" and throws his head like she was playing volleyball, Usopp jumping to be able to reach him, both of them celebrating the pass like children, ignoring Buggy's complaints.

The third time he flirts -tries to- with her, she's back on the deck, helping Zoro and Sanji moving some things around. He begins to scream desperately, and knowing damn well that if no one pays attention to him he won't stop even if that means losing his voice, she approaches, hands on her hips, sighing as she looks at him like someone that is about to regret getting close to a crying, annoying child. "What's wrong with you?" she asks dryly, pressing her lips together. "Ah, my guardian angel. Could you do me the favor of scratching me behind my ear?" Oh. A waaay more harmless request than she expected. Of course, she relents, because she sees nothing wrong with this small favor; she’s quite the empathetic, and in his place she would surely prefer to jump headfirst -ba dum tss- into the sea rather than suffer that itch and not be able to scratch it. After granting his wish, just as she is about to leave, Buggy moves his head much faster than anyone would predict, to catch one of the girl's fingers in his mouth and suck and lick and nibble, in a… God, a sample of what he could do with his tongue somewhere else.

A shiver runs down (Y/N)'s spine, and it reaches a pleasurable end between her legs, causing her to press them together as she inhales deeply.

"Wanna see what else I can do?" He whispers as he releases her. She can hear him over the crash of the waves against the hull of the boat, eyes fixed on his face, will to complain nowhere to be seen. Bold, not in a hundred years she would have expected that. And for a moment, she is tempted. That has been undeniably attractive. And it had a really strong effect on her. "I would gladly show you if you let me, you just have to ask, sugar lips. I bet it's been a damn long time you don't treat yourself--"

"(Y/N)!!" Zoro calls her, instantly exploding the bubble between Buggy and her.

She sighs in relief because only God knows she was close to give up. Then swallows, shakes her head exaggeratedly to shake herself out of his spell, and, licking her lips, gives the clown a mischievous smile, recomposing herself. "Nice try"

"Stop trying to deny the obvious" He tried again for the... 5th time? She /really/ lost count during their journey. Appearing from nowhere, he startled her in the process. He was now in a shelf of the kitchen, at the same height as the girl's face. "The chemistry between us is unbearable, you can see it from miles away." Jumping to approach the edge of the shelf, his eyes look her up and down. "Turns me on how you play hard to get because I don't like easy things either, so I respect your game," he nods, raising an eyebrow "But come on... I know you like me. I've seen how you look at me or bite your lip when I flirt with you, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

This whole thing was really trying her patience. Not because she wanted to fuck him off, but because she knows that all that flirting would end with her giving in and doing something she certainly shouldn't. As of for now, he had gotten her to vaguely consider it, and she had to admit, she was growing some kind of attraction slash fondness slash crush for him, but it wasn't enough to fall to her knees.

He wanted war, tho? He would have it.

"You're right, I like you, but you know, I like my men body and all, capable of grabbing me by the hips and pushing me on theirs, to fuck me and make me scream their name until I lose my voice. To make it difficult for me to walk straight the day after." she whispers, approaching him slowly until they share the same air, her nose touching his red one. (Y/N) closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as her tongue caresses her own lips, almost touching the clown’s ones too. Yes, she likes him, she has some sort of twisted soft spot for men who ranged from intimidating psychopath to the most pathetic human being depending on the day, and Buggy was the perfect example for that. "And you..." she tilts her head to the side, attempting to close the distance between each other and kiss him, but at the last second she withdraws, leaving the poor clown with his eyes closed, waiting for the touch of her dreamy lips. "Unfortunately you're just a head."

"Try again when you get your whole body back!"

#buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy one piece #buggy the clown fanfiction #buggy x you #op buggy #one piece x reader #one piece live action #captain buggy

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Couples Therapy

Ch. 1 "Work with me"

Pairing: Wanda/fem!reader

Summary: When your marriage with Wanda starts to fall apart, you both decide to have a last chance by going to a professional, for your son's sake, and your own.

Warnings: 16+! Established relationship, Angst, mentions of cheating, mention of Vision, implied sex (not smut), arguments, cursing, gaslighting, mentions of divorce. 

A/N: Honestly, this is the first Wanda fanfiction I’ve ever written, and I hope I did somewhat okay, plus a little warning, I made up everything about couples therapy, apologies in advance.

Also, my first language is not english, so I’m sorry for any grammatical mistake.

Word count: 2.9k

You don't remember the last time everything with Wanda seemed fine, right. 

Little by little, your marriage was becoming untenable with the constant fights and stupid arguments about things that weren't an issue at all, it was as if you didn't know each other, as if your wife didn't know you anymore.

Little by little, the love you once had was vanishing into thin air like smoke in the wind. You tried wearily to pick up those pieces, but they slipped from your hands.

"I never asked you to give up everything for me."

Everything was falling like leaves in autumn, from the ground you tried to grab the dying leaves that changed color.

"I never said you did, Wanda. I gave up everything for you because I wanted to, because I love you. If you brought that up, it's because you resent yourself for it."

So green, so full of life, the leaves turned brown, dry and empty.

"You're unbelievable. I resent myself for what? For making you stay? You're so unbelievable, so damn egocentric and narcissistic" Wanda paused at her words, red eyes crystallized with tears. Her lip quivered as she glared angrily at you, so angry at your straight posture and frown. "I don't even know how I got with you in the first place, you are so full of yourself that I don't know if I fit there with you."

Those eyes looked at you with nothing but resentment, and the love that was hidden in them, faded amidst all those thoughts.

"Jesus Christ!" you said, offended, as you tried to not let out a louder scream. Wanda looked at you indifferently with a raised eyebrow. Your heart was breaking at her gaze, wondering if you would ever see the love you once possessed. "If you want to go and fuck Vision, you should have done it long ago then! Maybe I shouldn't have wasted my time on you either as you seem so fond on thinking that I suck and I'm not worth your fucking time."

"And you brought that again, what the hell is your problem with me and Vision?"

"The problem is that you screwed him all over and I had to forgive you, I had to forgive your crap all the time, but when it comes to me doing something wrong, for once, you're at my neck annoying the crap out of me."

"I can't- You keep making me feel guilty about it, we said- You said you were over it. I'm over it, that's why I stopped apologizing."

"I was never over it, you made me get over it with your shitty apologies and excuses. Fuck! You even made me feel guilty about it." Maybe those were the words that ended what little patience your wife had, maybe your simple words broke what little was left of your marriage. "'Oh, Y/n, We have children together, Tommy and Billy will be broken, we can't do that to them' So full of crap, you're so full of crap."

Tired, it was all too exhausting for you, for her, the words coming out of a part you both didn't know existed.

"Get out." Wanda said ending the conversation, and you laughed indignantly. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at you, firm, letting you know she meant it this time. "Get out! Leave!"

"And there you go running." At that you turned around grabbing your jacket from the couch roughly, and shook your head. "Again. You're unbelievable."

"Screw you, y/n."

With that you walked out of the house, closing the door delicately trying to calm the rage gathering in your chest. Wanda, on the other hand, burst into tears, frustrated tears covering her cheeks. It wasn't until a sound came from the staircase that she wiped the drops from her face with her palm, trying to fake a smile.

"Where's momma y/n, mom?" The little boy looked at Wanda in confusion, one of his hands gently scratching his eyes as a yawn escaped his mouth.

"She had to work, honey, just go to bed. Is Tommy awake too?" Wanda asked softly, watching him nod. Her heart broke at the images of her children listening to the fight. "Go to bed, I'll go with you in a few minutes, okay? I have to turn the lights off."

You didn't know what happened, how it happened. You loved Wanda as much as she loved you, but from one moment to the next, days passed from fight to fight and everything fell apart. Maybe it wasn't so abrupt, maybe you should have seen it coming after everything that happened between you.

One of the things that you loved most in the world was slipping through your fingers and you had no idea how to fix it... You had no idea if you wanted to fix it.

You spent the night out at Natasha's house, your best friend and co-worker. Tired, you couldn't sleep and when it was time to get out of bed it was almost an impossible mission, but you still did it, and with a forced smile you went to work.

You needed the distraction, work until your brain couldn’t remember the reason why your heart felt tight and broken inside your chest.

“No, what do you mean by that?”

“I mean, maybe if you try to listen to her and put yourself in her shoes, there may be a way for you two to stop fighting.” You gave your best friend an inexpressive look, making her roll her eyes in annoyance. You sighed, fixing your gaze on your plate with salad, rethinking the point Natasha brought up.

“That’s all I have done since that day, I have listened to her. The problem is not me, it’s her. She is the one fighting, she is the one that complains about everything I do. At this point, I think she just hates me.” You said with a grimace, meeting Natasha features, who resembled your expression. “What?”

You turned around in your chair as soon as Natasha pointed with her head at the door of the restaurant. Your eyes fixed on the figure of your wife, who looked around trying to find you, making you bite the inside of your cheek with irritation. 

Wanda found your eyes and she walked to you. 

Instinctively your eyes roamed through her body, looking how the red dress she was wearing hugged her curves. 

"Wanda." You said her name as soon as she approached you with dark circles under her eyes, but you didn't change the serious look you were giving her. "What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk?"

You bit your tongue trying to hold back the words of rejection that threatened to come out and nodded. With a regretful look at Natasha, you got up from the table grabbing your jacket.

You and Wanda walked out of the restaurant in silence and all the way to the small park nearby. You sat down on one of the benches with Wanda next to you. Your gaze remained fixed on the scenery and the people passing by, feeling Wanda's gaze on you, however, you didn't look at her, you didn't want to, knowing perfectly well that all the anger you felt would vanish in those green eyes.

"The kids are asking for you," The mention of your children made you turn your gaze to her and lock your eyes together. Wanda let out a shaky sigh before swallowing the ball that formed in her throat. "And I don't know if they are buying the work excuse anymore, Y/n, they are asking if you are leaving the house."

"I'll pick them up today and we'll go out. We can discuss what to tell them about us now."

"So, you're moving out? Are we done forever this time?" Wanda winced in pain in her place, hands shaking. You looked at her with your head tilted, feeling your chest constrict as her eyes moved from yours closing.

"Isn't that what you want?" Your eyes met Wanda's again, and you sighed when she shook her head. "Then, what do you want?"

"I want to keep loving you."

"I want that too, but this, my love," Your gaze softened at her and you gripped her clenched fist gently as you opened it. Wanda looked at you intently, melting at the nickname, and opening her hand letting it intertwine with yours. "this is not working anymore, you know we aren't."

“Do you want to divorce?”

"What choice do we have? All we do is fight, Wanda." You saw a tear come out of Wanda's eye and you wiped it away with your finger, trying not to cry. "We have a beautiful family and wonderful children, but our marriage is so broken. You're not happy anymore and neither am I."

"We can try to be happy, we can make it work, we always do. Why should we stop now?"

"Because maybe it's too late. Maybe we're too far apart."

"Do you love me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then let's try one last time." Wanda said, placing her hand on your cheek. You closed your eyes feeling the touch and the warmth her hand transmitted. "I want to be with you, Y/n, I want to fix this."

"I want to be with you too." You moved closer to her, your forehead meeting hers delicately as her thumb brushed your lip. Your hands traveled to her waist squeezing gently as you felt her body tremble at the sadness and despair building up in her.

"Please work with me." You felt the warm air of her breath as Wanda whispered the words above your lips as closed her eyes.

"I always will."

*___________________*

After washing your hands, you looked in the mirror one last time, running one of your hands over the dark circles under your eyes and pinching the top of your nose with irritation. Leaving the bathroom, you walked down a long hallway, if you didn’t know what the place was, you would have assumed it was a hotel, but it wasn’t one.

Couples therapy.

How ridiculous. You knew you were doing it for Wanda more than for yourself, you knew the last thing you wanted to do was talk about your marital problems to a complete stranger who would start judging your every decision. You didn't need this, you didn't, but Wanda did, so once again you decided to put aside what you wanted to do for her.

Wanda seemed excited, you would even say happy to be there when the two of you met in front of the office door. She smiled at you and you forced a smile.

"I left the kids with Pietro and Monica."

"Are they back together?" You asked confused as you opened the door and made way for Wanda to enter, before walking in yourself.

"They never broke up, they just took some time apart." Wanda answered, before greeting the woman sitting on a couch, which happened to be across from a longer couch. "Hello."

"Welcome, you must be Wanda Maximoff. Please, take a seat." Wanda sat down on the couch and patted her side looking at you encouragingly. You sighed defeatedly before sitting down as well.

"She is-" Wanda started, but you cut her off with a polite smile toward the woman who nodded while writing something down in her notebook.

"I'm her wife."

"Y/n Maximoff?"

"Oh no, uhm." You stopped in your place clearing your throat at the situation, you knew the last name issue had been a problem between you and Wanda in the past. "I didn't take her last name, it's just Y/L/N."

"We decided after a couple of talks that we didn't want to change them." Wanda explained and you had to bite your tongue to hold the words that formed in your mouth.

The therapist tilted her head and settled back in her seat, looking intently at your actions making you feel self conscious. Wanda looked at you with narrowed and steady eyes, and you scratched your neck tensely before you heard the therapist's voice.

"Why don't we start now then? Y/n, you were about to say something about what Wanda said, but you held the words" You sighed as the therapist looked at you encouragingly. "You can talk here, this is a space where you two can talk freely, say what you really want."

"It's nothing really, it doesn't matter."

"No, I want to hear it." You looked at Wanda incredulously, irritated at the condescending tone she used.

"You decided that we shouldn't change our last name."

"No, we both did, you agreed."

"Because you made me agree, you barely let me say anything."

"Well, it's not my fault that you can't express your mind."

"You don't let me do it. You always overstep on what I say or turn it into something totally different from what I meant." The look in Wanda's eyes made you sigh tiredly, shaking your head in denial. Your gaze softened as you looked back at her, having no energy to fight. "I wanted your last name."

"Fine, then, let's change it."

"No, it's too late. We have been married for eleven years, it wouldn't make sense now."

Wanda rolled her eyes in irritation before crossing her arms in front of her chest and falling silent, turning her attention back to the therapist who seemed to be listening intently to the conversation. You, on the other hand, clenched your fists in frustration looking back at the therapist.

"I see, maybe we should start with the beginning. What do you think is the problem here? I want both of you to be really honest about this."

You snorted at the question before you felt a soft smack to your side from Wanda scolding you for your behavior. You clenched your jaw for a second, then settled back into place and feigned a smile.

“I don’t know, there are many things that could be or… maybe there’s none and this is useless.”

“Why do you think this is useless, Y/n?”

“Don’t you see it, isn’t that supposed to be your job? Figure out what’s wrong?”

“Don’t be rude.” Wanda scolded you, and you frowned. “She is trying to help.”

“I just don’t want to waste my time on this, you know, I’m not even sure if this will work.”

“We could just try.” Wanda said angrily, scoffing when you shook your head. “Just answer the damn question, Y/n.”

“You answer it then because I can think of a million reasons why everything is wrong.”

“So, there are millions of things that I do wrong?”

“I didn’t even say your name, why do you keep doing that? This is not only about you, it’s about us.”

And so the session continued until the hour was up. The truth is that you were tired, tired of the fights and the useless progress you had made. Wanda assured you that it was only the first session and with that you stayed quiet for the rest of the way home after picking up your kids.

Dinner passed as normal, you and Wanda, Billy and Tommy at the table eating and living like a completely perfect family. That wasn't a problem for you, pretending everything was fine with Wanda in front of your kids, pretending the fights behind closed doors didn't exist. That wasn't the problem. The problem came when you had to go to your room and close the door, at that moment the perfect facade of the perfect marriage fell from your hands.

Again, it was back to the same thing, the meaningless fights, the condescending tones. All that was killing you slowly, so slowly that you thought it didn't exist, but the tiredness would come, the headaches, the pain in your chest that prevented you from breathing. The sadness that invaded your being completely.

“You said you’ll work with me.” Wanda said while she took her clothes off, and you stopped in place, dropping the shirt you were trying to get off. “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying.”

“It doesn’t seem like you are.”

“Really, Wanda? Now?” You bit the inside of your cheek looking at her as she pulled the oversized shirt down her body, falling closer to her knees. You took off your pants before shaking your head and taking off your shirt. “I’m tired, just please, don’t start.”

“I’m not trying to pick a fight,” Wanda said once you had your pajamas on, and turned to her. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at you. “I want us to work.”

You tilted your head towards her as you saw tears falling from her eyes. You approached her gently, kneeling down in front of her as you grabbed the hand that was on her thigh, and giving her a small kiss on the knuckles. Wanda looked up at you, wiping away the tears with her other hand and calmly grabbing your neck, nuzzling you.

That was the first time in months that you saw the love in her eyes, the love that was hidden in between the anger in those fights, the love that you thought no longer existed.

“I love you.'' You released the words naturally, softly, and before standing up, you left a short kiss on her thigh. “I will always love you.”

“I love you too, y/n” Wanda opened her legs to grab you from the waist, pulling you close to her. You smirked when your eyes locked together, watching her eyes darkened slightly and her cheeks take a soft pink color.

Your hands went to her neck after, and a sigh came from your lips when her hands slipped inside your shirt.

You at least had to try, for her and for the love that you had.

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[gejo333]

Jealousy II

Miguel O’Hara x Spider Woman Reader

Pt. 1

Summary: How did you and Miguel meet? What was your relationship like before you got together?

Hi everyone! I’m sorry I didn’t post yesterday. It’s extremely hot where I live and I wasn’t feeling well yesterday. But I promise to get all three stories out before Monday.

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Enjoy💕

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A painful groan escapes from your lips as you are slammed against a concrete building trapped beneath your world's green goblin. You tried to push yourself out of his grip, but your body was too tired to break away.

"You are so pathetic. You don't deserve to protect this city. You should just die by my hand right now and save yourself from further embarrassment." He throws his arm back about to throw his final blow against your head. Your breath shallow, you tiredly close your eyes waiting for the impact.

You open your eyes when you don't feel the impact. A loud noise echoed in your ears, your eyes widened as you witness the world split and opened some reddish portal. A red web shoots out from the portal, holding the Green Goblin's fist in place.

"What is-" the Green Goblin questioned before a large blue and red figure appeared from the portal and threw the green goblin off of you. The lenses of your mask widen when they meet the lenses of a similar mask before the strange figure slammed the green goblin to the floor.

Now free, you shoot your web out and swing yourself where the two crashed. Landing near it, you wait until the dust and debris settles. The same blue and red figure rose from the ground. Your gaze scans up the man's form, stretching his back muscles as he rises to his full height. You noticed a weird gizmo on his wrist as your gaze moved to his hands as his fingers revealed large claws.

"Who are you?" You ask the strange man who turns his head.

"That's classified." His lenses narrow as they stare straight at you.

"Ok Mr. Bond. You came out of thin air. I think I have some right to ask. Are you a villain?"

"No."

"A lunatic in a suit?"

"No, I'm-"

"Mr. Doomsday?" You chuckle when you notice him becoming frustrated.

"No, stop. I'm from another dimension." He turns to face you.

"You still didn't answer my question." You chuckle as you cross your arms as you lean into your hip.

"My name is Miguel O'Hara, I lead an alert strike force dedicated-" Disinterested in hearing his long, obviously rehearsed, speech you walk past him towards the passed out Green Goblin. Miguel turns around to watch your figure head towards the villain as you try to pick up the large figure but struggle to lift him. Miguel smirks under his mask, never once had he met someone who didn’t fear him. He walks over to you as he lifts the unconscious villain with ease and throws them over his shoulder before he begins to make his way towards the exit.

“I can handle defeating my own villains, thank you.” You huff as you quickly move in front of him, stopping him from walking as you wait for him to drop the villain and leave.

“You can barely stand yourself. So I doubt you could carry this guy.” Miguel let out a chuckle as he looked down at you. Why was this one spider woman gaining his interest so much? Besides Jess, many spider women and spidermen stuttered in his presence. Usually he always ignored the advances of many, when he wasn’t in the mood, which was the majority of time. He didn’t know what it was, but Miguel knew he didn’t want to leave your universe just yet.

“Try me.” Your eyes lenses narrowed. Even with a mask on you could tell he was being smug with you.

“Alright.” Miguel said as he handed you over the Green Goblin like he was a sack of potatoes. Caught by surprise you quickly try to put all your strength in carrying the figure. However, your fatigued body was fighting against you. After a few seconds of struggling Miguel lifted the villain and threw him over his shoulder again.

“I was right. As usual.” Miguel said as he stepped aside to walk around you.

“God, you're suffocating.” You mumbled as you walked with him outside of the building where the police and reporters had arrived. When you both stepped out lights of cameras flashed in your face as a few officers came up as Miguel dropped the Green Goblin into their custody. The police captain walked up to you.

“Nice work again Spiderwoman. Who is your companion?”

“No one. Just some pesky fly passing through.”

“A pesky fly?” Miguel’s eye lenses narrowed at you, not sure whether to chuckle or be insulted by your comment. After you finished talking to the police captain you shot your web out leaving the tall brooding figure behind you.

After swinging for a few minutes you land on the roof of your apartment building. Making sure no one can see you, you take off your mask as you inhale the fresh air around you, sick of the smell of sweat lingering in your mask. You turn around in surprise as you hear someone land on the roof from behind you. You roll your eyes when you see it was the same man as person.

“Miguel was it?” You arch your eyebrow as you briefly glance over his form.

“Yes.”

“Why are you following me? Also, what’s with the costume? I enjoy the fans who cosplay me but this is going a bit too far don’t you think?” You walk up to him as you greatly poke his chest but find that when your finger touches his suit, a small digital glitch appears where you poked him. Your cheeks lightly dusted a light shade of pink as you realized you were touching his bare chest. You took a step back and placed your hand down, making the suit go back to normal.

“How…”

“Like I was saying earlier back at the scene, I'm from a different dimension. In my dimension I’m Spiderman. There are an infinite amount of dimensions with their own version of spidersona. I created an elite strike force that is dedicated to protecting the multiverse and I want you to join.”

“You want me to be a part of your little squad?” You chuckle.

“It’s not a little squad. It’s an elite strike force.” Miguel argued, becoming frustrated by your humor. Your smile vanishes as you turn serious.

“Why me? If you saw there are an infinite amount of other spiders out there. Why did you choose me?”

“You have the potential to become one of the best spiders in the multiverse. With training you’ll get there in no time.”

“And by who? You?” You smile from your remark. If only you could see the reaction you were getting out of him behind his mask. You think for a moment if you should agree to his offer. It definitely was an enticing one.

“Well?” Miguel asked, beginning to grow impatient for you to answer. You let out a small chuckle as you smile, showing your dimples.

“Sure why not. How often do you have an opportunity like this one?”

…..

You huffed out loud, chest raising faster than usual as you sprawled out on the ground of Spider HQ training arena.

Three months of intense training with Miguel have been grueling. Waking up in the early morning and training until the sun had set long ago. For three months your body has been sore. You had to admit you were in the shape of your life and your skills had improved significantly. A large shadow blocked you from the irritating iridescent lights from above.

“Get up.” Miguel’s gruff voice echoed in the empty training center. When the both of you were training he didn’t open it for the rest of Spider HQ. Of course he opened two days out of the week for the rest of Spider society giving you a break. Until he deems you 100% ready, this will be your schedule for the foreseeable future.

“I can’t. My body is too sore to move. Leave me be.”

Miguel rolled his eyes as a small smile displayed on his lips from your dramatic attitude. He bent down and lifted you, carrying you bridal style to the nearest seat before setting you down gently. Your cheeks dusted red as your eyes met his soft brown gaze before looking away. Only you saw his natural eye color. When you first saw it about a month ago your heart went out of rhythm for a moment. Just like it was now.

“Um, thanks.”

“Of course, hermosa.”

“You know I don’t understand Spanish. I wish you would tell me what silly and probably degrading nickname you call me.”

“No can do.” Miguel chuckled as he saw the pout form on your lips.

“Well, maybe I can convince you to teach me.” You smile as you throw a towel at him, which he catches easily. He takes it and wipes the sweat away from his face before putting it over his bare shoulder.

“Maybe I will. If you don’t whine during training when you get tired.”

“No promises.” You grin up at him as you try to stand up but wince. You go to your dimensional watch as you press a few buttons to open a portal back to your world. “I’m taking tomorrow off.”

“What for?” Miguel’s brow knit together in confusion. This was the first time you had asked for the day off. He didn’t mind. But he was curious about your reason for asking to skip training.

“I have a date.” You look at him as you bite your lower lip as a nervous habit.

“A date?” Miguel's usual frown appeared on his face as he crossed his arms over his chest unknowingly flexing his biceps, which you happen to glance at.

“Yeah…met him at a coffee shop last week. I had a nice conversation with him and he asked me out to dinner.” You stop talking about it as you feel Miguel tense up when you begin to mention it.

“I have to go back to my office. Don’t be late to training the day after tomorrow.” Miguel ordered you, in his normal tone. He usually was nicer to you. Warm even. Without saying another word he began to walk away.

“Hey, what’s going on? Why the cold shoulder all of a sudden?” You move in front of him, stopping him from leaving. You lightly glare up at him as he looks down at you with his infamous frown. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Alright, I’m sorry, Hermosa. I do have work to attend to. I’ll see you the day after tomorrow.” He smiled slightly, gently putting his hand on your shoulder before gently moving you to the side and leaving. He couldn’t have you near him when he was angry. Of course it wasn’t his normal anger. He was angry that you were going to spend time with another man besides him. Yes, you weren’t his wife or girlfriend. But it still irked him greatly. He wanted you for himself.

As you watched him leave the training center your heart ached. Maybe going on this date is a mistake. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything to him. You fear that you might have broken something beautiful that was being built between you and Miguel over the past months. Or maybe it was only you feeling this way. Maybe it wasn’t mutual.

You walk through the portal to your dimension as you lay awake in your bed thinking about only one thing.

Miguel.

You spent your entire day off resting in bed to help soothe your sore body before your date. As the hours ticked by closer to your date the worse the nerves in your stomach became. Not because of your upcoming date but because your gut was telling you to not go on the date. That it was a mistake.

“Thank you for a nice dinner.” You say to the man next to you as you walk out of the restaurant.

“Of course. I had a nice time. We should do it again sometime.” He said as he scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks tinted red.

“Y-yeah. We should.” You smile at him. He was nice and a perfect gentleman. And he was cute. Not at the level of Miguel, but not bad. As you both ear back to your apartment you feel your watch vibrate non stop. It was always Miguel when you checked the caller ID. But you knew it wasn’t an emergency so you decided to ignore him.

As you made it to your apartment your eyes widened when you saw Miguel, in casual clothing leaning against your door, waiting for you. When he noticed you walking down the hallway you stood up straight, his gaze moving from your to the man walking next to you.

“Are you…” your date asked as you shook your head no.

“No, he's just my friend.” You say as you send Miguel a light glare. “Why are you here Miguel?”

“Came to check in on you. I wanted to make sure you weren't with a creep. Still unsure.” Miguel crossed his arms across his chest as he stared down at the man next to you. Your date was only a few inches taller than you, which made Miguel look like a tower.

“Hey man, let’s not go down this road. We were having a good time until you showed up.” Your date said as he took a few steps towards Miguel. Of course the intimidation tactic instantly failed him. Maybe with anyone else. Anyone else except Miguel.

“Well, your time with her is over now and she won’t be seeing you again. So leave.” Miguel took a step closer as he glared down at the man. You walked up to Miguel as you placed your hand on his upper arm.

“The date was lovely but I think it’s time I say good night.” You smile at your date who frowns when he realizes you chose Miguel over him before he left. You lightly slapped Miguel’s arm when you noticed the smirk on his face. His grin remained on his lips as he looked at you. It was hard to stay mad at him and hide your smile when he looked at you like that.

You noticed his eyes fog into a lustful gaze as he turns his full body towards you and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you against his chest.

“You deserve a better man than him, hermosa.”

“Do you have a clue who that man is?” Your grin as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I can give you a clue.” His grin widened as he took your chin, leaning down as his lips captured yours. A spark shot through your body up to your heart as you felt it glow. It wasn’t the only thing glowing in excitement as the kiss became hotter.

You quickly made your way into your apartment having a difficult time leaving each other’s lips on the other. Miguel grabbed your ass asking for you to wrap your legs around your waist, which you happily obliged as he made his way to your bedroom. His lips went from your lips to your neck as he laid you on the bed, hovering over you.

He stripped your clothing followed by his as his mouth left marks across your bare body. Miguel's mouth move back up from your chest to your neck as his lips reached your ear, whispering, “ You might be sore tomorrow morning, mi amor.”

…

Present Day

You were standing in the training room watching your mentee practice her different swinging techniques. The day began to leave as the sun left the sky. You looked at your watch and exactly on cue you got a message from your loving boyfriend saying he was finished with work.

“Ok that's it for today. Will continue training tomorrow.”

“Wait, we’ve only been training for three hours. I want to learn how to swing across upside down.” pouted Gwen.

“I’m sorry Gwen. But I have to give my attention now to Mr. Grump or he’ll begin to whine.” You chuckle.

As on cue Miguel walks up to you and Gwen followed by Hobie. Miguel smirks down at you, placing his hand on your lower back as he leans down to whisper something suggestive in your ear, making your cheeks blush followed by a small giggle escaping from your lips. You then wave goodbye to everyone before Miguel guides you back to his quarters.

“What did she mean by ‘Miguel needs her attention?’” Gwen asked, confused. Hobie grinned as he leaned down to whisper in her ear what you meant. Of course as soon as the words reached Gwen’s ear, her face turned cherry red as she covered her face with her hands. Hobie burst out in laughter holding his sides, as Gwen's reaction to his words was too cute and hilarious.

…

“I missed you, mi amor.” Miguel plants a kiss to your cheek as he leads you back to his quarters.

“Mig, you saw me this morning. But I missed you too.” You lean your head against his arm as you hold his hand.

Miguel opens the door to his quarters as he lets you in first. You gasp when you see a romantic set up displayed in the dining room.

“Happy first anniversary.” Miguel wrapped his arms from behind as he kissed your neck.

“Aw Mig, this is gorgeous. I love it, thank you. I can’t believe it’s been a year already. An amazing year. I’m glad you dragged my stubborn self here.” You turn around and kiss him, which he happily returned.

You were taken slightly by surprise when Miguel picked you up bridal style. The grin on your face widens when you notice the trail of rises leading to the bedroom.

“Now let me give you your second anniversary gift. I think you’ll love this one more.”

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Hope you enjoyed this long awaited sequel🥰

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*uncontrollable spanish crying* Hello! I finally finished another chapt! I always think of notes to add as I edit the story but I always forget them when I get here ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ.

We're getting closer to that one scene that made me do this long ass fic!! JAJAJA

I'm sorry for any mistakes and grammatical errors, this isn't as well checked as the others because me canso ganso (Yeah I know, can you imagine? God bless your soul if you read my mess 🙏🏻 JAJAJA).

(⁠　⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠☞ 17!

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The sunset illuminated the place with a feast of colors, from orange to purple to the curtain of the night sky where hundreds of stars rested surrounding the moon, big and blue, bathing you in a bluish light. You raised one arm and touched a star with your index finger, it swung gently on its own axis. You stretched further, successfully caging the shiny object inside your fist. It was cold and solid but translucent and beautiful like a diamond. “It’s a cheap representation.” You said, amused.

Heat. You felt it in your hand, at first it was faint but soon became unbearable. The smile on your face disappeared as you whimpered, “Ouch!”, your hand opened and the star floated in front of you. The heat it radiated was violent and endless, it hit your face and moved your hair with its intensity. It was too hot and bright, and soon you were drenched in sweat. “Is it better now?” the jerk asked.

Before you could complain, the star became small only to get bigger in seconds, you didn’t have time to understand what was happening when a violent stream of dust blew in front of your face and forced you to close your eyes.

When you opened your eyes again, you were breathless. A mystical and beautiful scene, clouds of different colors mixing in perfect harmony with little sprinkles of white and blue lights and, at the center of said explosion was the cause of it. The Avatar of Sloth, Belphegor, smiling tenderly at you. “I can’t understand it.” He said. “How do you do it?” This time he seemed genuinely upset.

“How do you make the death of a star seem like nothing compared to you?”

Eyes like galaxies looked at you intently, as if you could disappear at any moment to never come back, he was trying desperately to memorize every detail. The scrutiny left you ashamed, and you averted his eyes. “Flatterer,”

You hadn’t seen him move, but there he was, cuddling with you like a cat, resting his head happily on your chest. Again, a second passed and he was no longer hugging you, instead his head laid on your legs. “Stop doing that Belphie, you’re confusing me.”

“Isn’t it the magic of dreams?” He laughed, breathing calmly. “Mc, would you convince Mephisto to let me in again, please? I promise I’ll just sleep beside you.” Belphegor’s voice sounded distressed. “You make them sleepy, Belphie.” You started caressing his scalp. “It’s their own fault. If they’re tired they should sleep.”

“Mephisto doesn’t think the same.” You laughed, imagining the demon’s face of disapproval and remembering how every time Belphie was around all the other students yawned every couple of minutes. “So, would you come back to the house of lamentation?” Belphie asked, unconsciously lowering his voice. When you remained silent, he added, not without sorrow. “Please?” “Belphie…”

“You’re always in the Newspaper Club and that rancid eggplant banned me and when you’re not there, you’re in Purgatory Hall and,” You finished his sentence. “Simeon banned all of you.” He straightened and nodded in annoyance. “Then you sleep and I try to meet you there but, you don’t let me.”

“I’ve been busy this past week, I always end up too tired to consciously dream. I’m sorry, Belphie.” You purposefully avoided the topic of going back to the house of lamentation, something you wanted but couldn’t afford, at least not now that everything seemed better. The demon looked at you with a mix of emotions because he knew what you were thinking and he knew it was a lost battle.

He took you for granted, he could blame Lucifer one time after another for forcing them to watch over Sc but nothing changes the fact that at the end of the day he decided to sleep. His sin won over him and hurt you.

Whether you forgive him or not, he couldn’t forgive himself.

“Are you eating well?” Belphie inquired, suddenly looking exhausted. “Beel wants to know.” Still surrounded by the remains of a dead star, you ruffled his hair and cupped his face with both hands. Taking Belphie by surprise, you kissed his ear and he yelped. “Hey! What was that?!” His face was one of complete annoyance but he was redder than a tomato too.

You kissed him again, a quick peck on the lips, it ended before he could enjoy it. “I’m fine! I promise I’ll come back!” You hurriedly said. “Wait! Don’t do that! It’s too soon!” Belphegor felt it too, the rush. The pressure that indicates you’re about to wake up, leaving him all alone, again.

He closed the distance and your lips touched, sweetness filled your palate as the demon embraced you once more. “I miss you, Mc.” He murmured. Your vision got blurry, but you focused on the demon before you and his longing reached you.

“You know something, Belphie? Neither the death nor the birth of a star can ever be compared to you.” The last thing you saw was a wide eyed Belphegor, blushing furiously and what looked like the beginning of a frown.

You opened your eyes to see a very elegant cane right in front of your eyes. The lines that decorated it twisted in a floral pattern you couldn’t stop looking at. Your fixation stoped the moment the cane was raised to gently descend over your head repeatedly. “This is no time to slack off, Mc.” Mephistopheles said, raising an eyebrow. “It’s too early to be tired, if you feel fatigued you should go, I won’t berate you, I’m not Lucifer.”

Something you had come to understand in the previous month was that Mephisto was a kind demon, cordial and more considerate than most of them. Surprisingly, he doesn’t acknowledge himself as such (not out of modesty but because a weird conviction that everyone acts the same).

“What time is it?” You yawned, looking around for a watch. “6 a.m.” Diaval answered as he passed by holding a stack of books. Everyone was always working non-stop in the Newspaper Club and the constant hustle and bustle of the members wasn’t rare, it actually gave you some comfort. “It’s too early for a human.” Mephisto said, you could tell there was real concern in his eyes, but then again, you didn’t know him well enough.

“You don’t know many humans, Mephis.” You stood up from your chair, massaging your sore neck. “Don’t call me Mephis.” He handed you a cup of coffee, sighing with too much feigned annoyance. Another thing you had learned about him, he’s just dramatic, he likes it. “Hmm! Thank you, Mephisto! You’re very kind.”

“There is no need to thank me, it’s simple courtesy.” He said and you wondered, genuinely wondered, how many times have you heard that from him?

A month ago, after deciding to move out from the house of lamentation, you had understood that put distance between the brothers and you wouldn’t be as easy as you had thought. You didn’t live with them anymore, but they started trying to make up for it in RAD, sticking to you at all times. It wasn’t easy, you couldn’t research anything regarding the Little D.’s when they were around and you found yourself cranky and anxious, something they assumed was their fault.

Those little demons could influence you, they could toy with you and your wounds were still fresh. Something like the previous disaster could repeat and then what would happen? Could things still be fixed? Who knows but, you wouldn’t take the risk. You needed time but the brothers were anxious, they knew you were hiding something and that not only pained them but also scared them.

It occurred to you that you needed a logical pretext, something that could give you a cover and a reason to keep the brothers away without arousing their suspicions. It had been a coincidence, really, to see Mephisto hiding in a bush spying on a drunk Lucifer.

You had received a call from Barbatos: “Lucifer’s too drunk to walk alone.” Bullshit, you knew what he was trying to do. Simeon let you go with no resistance too, his smile looking a lot like Barbatos’. You resigned without complaint and walked all the way from Purgatory Hall to the Castle.

“What are you doing, Mephistopheles?” You asked without trying to lower your voice or hide your form. The tan skinned demon jumped a little in surprise, his eyes grew wide before taking a finger to his lips. “SHHH!! I’m trying to find new information for… an article… that I’m writing.”

Your gaze alternated between Mephisto and Lucifer, the latter was talking to a tree, obviously drunker than you had ever seen him, and also unaware of his conspicuous stalker. “Are you writing an article about… Lucifer?” you asked, sending a text to Mammon with Lucifer’s state and location.

“Why would I do that?” He exclaimed, almost shouting. “Then, what are you doing following an intoxicated Lucifer at this hour?” It was a reasonable question, it was well into the night, so dark and cold that you had to maintain your own temperature using spells. Plus, you were close to Diavolo’s castle, and that gave you an impression of the situation. “I could ask you the same. Why are you here alone? Don’t you know how dangerous it is!?”

“Barbatos was the one who asked me to fetch Lucifer. I doubt he would ask me to do something without fully knowing I wouldn’t die.” You sighed, looking how Lucifer started to yell at the oak. “Excuse me, but it seems that I’m not able to follow you. Why would Barbatos do that?” Mephisto stood up from his hiding place, his notebook ready in his hands.

You massaged your temples. “He wants to force me to tell them the truth. He wants me to ask Lucifer’s help.” You thought. It was true, you knew Barbatos knew. Hell, you knew Barbatos knew that you knew he knew. It was driving you crazy this little game with the butler, it actually seemed as if he was testing you, curious to see what you would do. Now you suspect Simeon too, just perfect.

“I asked first. Why are you here? Are you spying on Diavolo?” Mephisto gasped, opening and closing his mouth like a hungry fish. “How dare you call him Diavolo? How disrespectful.” He shook his head, but even in the dark you noticed a rather big blush on his cheeks. “So that’s it? You were spying on the prince? I wonder what he’ll think of it.”

Mephistopheles felt defeated, any chance of denying it seemed futile when he looked at your eyes. At least he had seen Lucifer made a fool of himself, that was compensation enough. “I just want to reveal the truth! That new exchange student is hiding something! Lord Diavolo and Lucifer, they’re hiding something too! We, as committed students, have the right to know!” As Mephistopheles delivered his speech with tremendous flamboyance, you walked towards Lucifer, softly patting his shoulder, smiling kindly at his surprised and blushing face.

“I’d rather not know anything about it.” You spoke to Mephistopheles and met his gaze with a pair of wary (maybe even fearful) eyes. Mephistopheles knew at that instant, he could recognize that look because he saw it every day in the mirror. A feeling of understanding and empathy washed over him like a torrent of water. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” For a few moments silence reigned between the three of you until a very drunk demon broke it.

“Diavolo cheated.” Lucifer blurted out and pointed at the tree. “He turned into a tree. Trees can’t get drunk.” He said sternly. You quickly removed Mephistopheles’ camera out of the way, dedicating him a disapproving look. “The vice president of RAD is indulging in shameful activities. That needs to be known.” He simply said and you responded to him with a tired sigh. “I won’t let you, so do us a favor and just give up.”

“He’s mocking me.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “Love, he’s not Diavolo.” You stood in front of Lucifer, trying to cover the “wicked” tree. Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with devotion when he heard you, he smiled like a cat and hugged you like one too.

Mephistopheles couldn’t stop looking at Lucifer, he had never seen that side of him before. Sure, he had seen him make a mistake, taking a poor decision, indulging Lord Diavolo in a stupid activity, but this, this was on a higher level. He looked vulnerable, real. That… completely disgusted him.

“I guess he’s that drunk.” Mephisto murmured more to himself than to you, but you answered him anyway. “Yes, I wonder what happened.” Mephisto was sure he knew what the answer was, but he just nodded and imitated you.

He had to look at you twice to see if you were that dense. Maybe you were just pretending to not know the influence you had on the brothers, but one look at your face told him all he needed to know: you were a fool, a noble one.

Mammon arrived with a loud flap of his wings. First he looked at you and a foolish smile appeared on his face, said smile completely gone and replaced with a grimace when he noticed Mephisto, grimace that changed into a big smile and loud laugh when he looked at Lucifer. “Hahaha! Look at you, yar so stupid! I’m gonna take a photo and sell it to-” Mammon stilled and color vanished from his skin when Lucifer shot him a death glare. “Are you implying that I would have lost even if I were a tree, Mammon?”

Mammon’s mouth was slightly open as a frown made its way into his face. “Damn. He’s really outta it, right?” You covered up Mammon’s D.D.D. before he could take a photo. You spent a couple minutes making sure Mammon wouldn’t take any photos until the conversation ended and you stood engulfed in silence.

“I should go now.” He said, hesitantly. He waited a few moments for you to contradict him, a small hope he knew was futile. “Don’t worry, Mephisto will accompany me back to Purgatory Hall.” You looked at Mephistopheles but there wasn’t annoyance or any sign of resistance, on the contrary, he seemed to find it quite obvious.

As surprising as it may seem, the second brother had been really understanding about the whole ordeal, giving you the space you needed. Even if there were more crows than average around you. He was making an effort, even if he felt that his soul gets heavier every day.

“O-okay, see ya soon Mc!” The white haired demon didn’t move an inch, supporting his brother with both arms. “Maybe tomorrow?” In the background you could hear Lucifer’s slurred voice still fighting an imaginary rival. “Sounds good.” You walked up to them and gave them a quick kiss on the cheek. “Don’t worry and take care of Lucifer, okay?”

Looking somewhat renewed, Mammon nodded and gave you a quick smile before taking off, leaving you alone with a pensive Mephisto. “Must have gone wrong, then.” Mephistopheles said.

You couldn’t tell what Mephisto was talking about, so you turned a deaf ear and shrugged. You were not quite ready to tell anybody about how something like jealousy could trigger a spiral of horrible fights between you and the brothers. “I mean, the new exchange student plan.” He said, knowing he was pushing your buttons.

“As I told you before, Mephistopheles, I don’t want to know anything about it.” You walked without waiting for him. “What are you doing? It’s rude to turn your back on someone like that. You’re such a bad-mannered human.” After some minutes of lecturing and highly offended babble, Mephistopheles and you walked in comfortable silence.

Mephisto glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, you back was slightly hunched and your eyes seemed tired, the bags under them along with the dark circles were a proof. He knew something had happened in the house of lamentation, better said, something between you and the brothers (even Lord Diavolo seemed troubled too). Your interactions with them were few and honestly, a little forced. It was almost as your first year there.

The ex president of the Newspaper Club had seen you act like an… unstable human. More than once. Sometimes he saw you, angrily talking alone, throwing things at nothing and then laughing like a mad villain. But then again, maybe those attitudes were normal in humans? He doubts it. Your aura was different too, some days he could swear even some demons were frightened of it.

But now, looking closer at you, he could see that you were simply tired.

“You know, the Newspaper club has been pretty busy lately, we’re short of demons. Isn’t it your responsibility as a council officer to deal with those matters?” He said with an exaggerated tone of voice. You looked at him without turning your head. “Short of demons?” you repeated.

“I suppose a human will do.” He added, and you couldn’t contain the smile that spread through your face. “Our club is only open to a few, so you don’t need to worry about external distractions.” He continued with feigned seriousness. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Mephisto, but I don’t want to be a burden on you too.”

The demon didn’t miss the implications of your words, he just wasn’t familiar enough with you to take on the role of giving comfort. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody that you were spying on Diavolo.” You lazily added.

“I was not! How insolent can you be, human? I can’t believe your guts!” You laughed. Surprisingly, he didn’t find it annoying. He quickly came to the conclusion that your words held no malice. In fact, it was a pleasant sound, something he could get used to. “You work at our club and in exchange, you keep my secret.” He finally said as you arrived to the front of Purgatory Hall’s door.

He saw how your jaw clenched, unshed tears appeared in your eyes and distrust took shape like dust in your irises, just to leave as quickly as it had come. Finally, you nodded. “Sounds fair, Mephisto.” You smiled. He could have swear a small glint of your soul peaked through your eyes and dazzled him for a moment. Maybe that’s why those demons are so smitten with you.

Perhaps he should be careful too, for all he knows, you could be a spy from the angels. No, that would be stupid, they wouldn’t send someone as stupidly nice as you. “Thank you, really.”

Such sincerity shocked Mephisto, whose social circle was always so shady and wicked. He took his eyes off you, not wanting to be fooled by the gratitude in them.

“No need to thank me, it’s simple courtesy.”

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warning(s): MDNI, +18 only read at your own risk, explicit smut, wlw sex, vaginal fingering (r receiving), lactation kink, mommy kink, kinda innocent r (use of princess, little one, babygirl), grammatical errors

word count: 1.1k

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The second Florence walked through the door, she felt two patches of wetness form on her blouse, right above her nipple area. 

It was as if her body knew exactly when to start leaking the ghostly white liquid from her breasts. It was as if her body knew exactly when she was around you, reacting to your whole persona, beyond her control. 

You watched her through the corner of your eyes, pretending you were still reading the book in your hands, but your reading was long forgotten once she stepped through the door. You noticed her tensed shoulders right away, you thought she might have had a tiring day but once she turned your way you understood immediately the reason why of her tenseness. 

Your lips shaped like an ‘o’ once you notice the little wet patches on her breasts. Your mind briefly trailed back to the time she had the same thing happen to her. A lump formed in your throat as you recalled the event that unfolded later on, how you helped her out. 

You cleared your throat, shook the memories out of your head and spoke up.

“Hi, baby. How was your day?” you tried to play it cool, forcing your eyes to look back at the book. 

She went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of vodka, poured some in a glass, and choked it down.

“It was good,” she finally spoke. “I’m just a bit tired and I, um, have a situation going on.”

You dared to look up at her, knowing exactly what she meant by that, but wanting her to make the first move. 

“What is it, Flor? Is there something I can help you with?” she noticed the faked innocence in your tone. 

A grin formed on her lips knowing she had you wrapped around her finger, knowing that your body reacted to hers as bad as hers reacted to yours.

She made her way towards you, sitting on the couch next to you. She took the book from you and placed it on the tea table. 

“I think you already know what to do, sweet girl.”

You swallowed hard at the nickname, which sent shivers up your spine. Your gaze quickly moved down to her breast, the wet patches on them growing bigger by the seconds. You licked your lips in anticipation. 

“You sure, Flor?” your eyes found hers. 

You notice the green in them where a shade darker now, filled with lust and hunger. 

“I just need you to make mommy feel better. Can you do that for me, little one?” her hand found your thigh, gently squeezing the skin.

You felt your heart beat increasing the moment the nickname reached your ears, clouding all your senses, setting your skin on fire, your tummy shrunk. 

Too dumb struck by her entirely, afraid your voice would fail you, you could only nod as a response.

She smiled at your non-verbal answer. She unbuttoned the first four bottoms of her blouse, allowing you to see her now even bigger breasts, full with her sweet milk. 

“Okay, then come here, baby,” she patted her thighs, signaling for you to lay on them.

You did as you were told, your head was now just centimeters away from her milk leaking breast. Your mouth was already parted, painfully waiting to just suck her off. 

She freed her right breast from her bra and wasted no time in stuffing it inside your pretty mouth. You moaned as you felt her delicious milk in your tongue and began to suck her dry.

Florence couldn’t help a moan escaping from her lips, filled with both relief and lust as you began to suck her. She threw her head back, taking in the pleasure, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and all she could hear was your soft moans and you swallowing her milk, which made her core even wetter. 

She looked back at you, your big doe eyes looking back at her. Some of her milk was spilling out of your mouth, she could only bite her bottom lip at the sight in front of her. 

“You look so good, baby. I wish I could take a picture of you right now, sucking mommy’s tit so well.”

You whimpered at her words, making you more eager to suck her harder, earning a low moan from her. 

“Can I touch you, princess? Please, let mommy touch you, yes?”

You quickly nodded at her, your mouth filled with her tit. She slipped her hand under your shorts, finding the wet cloth that covered your cunt. 

“You are so wet, baby. Does sucking mommy’s tit make you wet?” she asked as she rubbed circles around your clit. You closed your eyes taking in the feeling of her fingers pleasuring you. Another whimper tried to escape from your lips, but it was muffled by her big tit. 

As she moved aside the cloth and pushed a finger inside of you, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning out, this time her tit escaped from your mouth as you did so. 

“You’re not done yet, peaches,” she said, shoving her tit back inside your mouth with her free hand. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you went back to suck her tit and felt yourself clenching around her finger. 

Wanting to give her other tit the same attention, you reached for it and gently squeezed it, milk slipping out of it. It was so much milk she had been holding up that you immediately felt your shirt soaking wet with it. 

“Oh, princess. Look at you, covered in mommy’s milk.”

She pushed another finger inside of you. You tried your best to not let go of her tit as she thrusted in you, curling her fingertips, hitting that deliciously aching spot inside of you. 

“Are you going to cum on my fingers, little one?”

All you could do was nod, your mind too fuzzy to say or do anything else. You felt the knot in your stomach tightening, as she thrusted deeper and faster in you. You could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin as she moved her fingers, clenching even harder around them.

“Cum for me, babygirl. Cum for mommy.”

As if your body was under her command, you felt the coil in you snapped as you came undone. Her tit popping out of your mouth, moaning out her name. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your breathing was heavy, as pleasure washed over your whole body. 

Florence helped you ride out your high and once you were done, she pulled her fingers back from you, taking them in her mouth. She moaned as she teased your juices, she had been waiting to taste them again the entire day. 

“You did so good for mommy, baby. You think you can help me out with the other one?” 

She looked down at her other breast, milk still leaking from it. 

“Yes, mommy,” you breathed out.

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(M)🚦Red Light: The Strength | Ch2 [JJK]

👉🏻[Series Masterpost]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (GymOwner!JK/MotoRacer!JK/Biker!JK-TattoArtist!OC)

Genre: S2L - Smut - Fluff - Angst

Summary: Jeon Jungkook never let any distraction take him away from his motorcycle or his gym for more than one night. He just wants to speed around the track and feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sex he gets thanks to his charm, is just a side dish to his life. A tough past brought him on that Ducati that he learned to love, a past  you'll uncover, as you slowly seep in under his skin. It's a hell of a ride, in all senses, as you try to escape your own hell in the meanwhile.  Where will this ride bring you? Will it be worth it in the end?

Chapter Warnings:  lots of teasing, longing, JK is a menace, heavy flirting, he calls her princess sometimes, sporadic mentions of the ex I hate him, Hani and Tae are annoying but we love them anyway, overall a chapter based on their first ride together.

Wc: 7.3k

A/N: Hello there! Second chapter is here and I hope you'll like it! As always, I'm sorry if there are some grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language and I don't have a beta, so pls bear with me! 🫶🏻 Let me know what you think about the series, my box is always open! - Joy🐰

November 30th, Thursday

“Wanna do one last session?” 

Your workout today has been intense, Jungkook is already all sweaty as he approaches you gasping for air. Since he taught you a combination of punches, he loves to keep you trained by wearing mitts and letting you hit them in a given order and speed, hence why he's willing to go one more time despite his tiredness.

These sessions are a great way to improve your guard and reflexes and you noticed some benefits right away when you first tried, over two months ago. Over this time, you've learned a lot thanks to his patience and way of teaching.

The water you're sipping flows pleasantly down your throat, refreshing you as you try to enjoy this little break. Your clothes are sticking on your skin uncomfortably, but you feel like you can push your limit a little bit, before you can finally relax your muscles and take a much needed shower. You nod at him, putting aside your water bottle.

The gym is now pretty much empty, all thursday night it takes place the last adult class of the week before the gym is open on the weekend for the equipment usage only, so all members usually rush to the showers earlier to avoid it being too crowded in the changing rooms when the shift is actually done.

This gives you the opportunity to take advantage of the available space to give your all during your last mitt session of the week.

You hear him slap the gloves he's wearing, ready to receive your punches and when you put yours back on and reach him at the center of the tatami, his gaze momentarily lands on your face.

"Aww, is princess too tired?"

He fakes a mocking pout as he looks at you with those big doe eyes, his ruffled hair is giving him a cute look right now, in perfect contrast with his glistening muscles and heavy breathing. The duality is impressive. He manages to annoyingly tease you every time he gets the chance and he always looks so cute and hot at the same time. You roll your eyes, mostly annoyed at yourself for the effect this mix has on you.

"Princess is always ready to destroy your mitts." You puff away, drying up some sweat on your forehead in the process.

"Destroy is a strong word, with those cute little hands I'd say you barely tickle the mitts, but whatever you wanna believe."

This is his way to encourage you, you know it very well by now. 

He wants you to hit harder and harder, each punch more precise than the previous one and you find yourself smiling in defiance as you adjust your posture. He wants you to prove him wrong, even if he knows you're able to punch hard enough now, he wants you to show him but most of all yourself that you can always improve. It became one of his favorite hobbies, to tease you endlessly, and if this can push you to give your all, it's like killing two birds with one stone.

"Last time these cute little hands," You show him your gloved fists "punched your side by accident and you complained about it for a whole half an hour." You reply, looking at him with a smirk as he assumes his usual posture on the tatami, right in front of you.

"But I was still standing though, wasn't I? Anything that doesn't knock me out is a tickle, princess."

He continues to smile at you as he languidly motions for you to come closer to begin as you try to avoid the annoyingly pleasant sensation that this stupid pet name always provokes you.

You snort softly at his remark and you ready yourself to throw the first punch at his signal.

"Won't be an accident next time and you're gonna regret what you just said." Your words sound like a poor threat that makes him chuckle.

"I'm so scared." The shiver he faked while smirking is enough to make you roll your eyes once again. Something that happens quite often with him. Bantering with you is so satisfying for him, he knows you're going to give him what he's looking for, just to prove him wrong.

He starts moving the mitts he's wearing and in a matter of seconds, the loud sound of your gloves hitting his fills the room.

Punching them or the punching bags is always so liberating. 

The movements you can make now are much smoother and precise than before, and you quickly began to love the feeling of a punch that hits its target correctly. You're so tired after an entire workout, but you still manage to hit his gloves in the right order, without missing one. 

He's always been well concentrated on your technique during this kind of exercises, but you recently noticed that he lets his eyes wander around your body more often during mitt sessions, and you have to admit that you like it. It makes you feel attractive even if you're all messy and sweaty. 

Gym clothing hugs your body perfectly, accentuating your curves just right. It must be a great distraction for him as you catch his eyes falling on your cleavage. This detail makes you giggle as you throw the last few punches of the combo.

You gasp for breath, looking at him with a satisfied grin on your face, both for the well execution of the session and for his obvious glances on you.

"What were you looking at, huh?" Jungkook removes his mitts as his guilty gaze meets yours nonchalantly.

"They were staring at me, not my fault." 

You laugh out loud at his silliness, causing him to join you when you throw your gloves at him.

You feel regenerated both mentally and physically when you come to the gym to workout with him, Jungkook always finds ways to boost your self-esteem and to make you believe in your capacities. 

To banter with him, teasing him and letting him tease you, honestly the best part of the experience.

It's thanks to him if you're more confident now, he's the kind of instructor who is keen to remind you that hard work always pays off and that your improvements are evident after each workout. You're grateful to him for this, this kind of stimulus helps you keep your determination high. He's also a pleasure for the eyes, but that's another story.

“Anyway, I need to tease you more often, those little fists were slightly more than ticklish today!” When he acts like this, you just want to erase that smirk of his by slamming your lips on it. 

God, you wish you could do that, you way too frequently find yourself wondering how would it feel to have that lip ring brushing on your skin. You imagine his pillowy lips dance with yours, wondering if they are as soft as they look.

He catches you staring at his mouth for a while too long and, like a cherry on the cake, you keep watching him as he lets his tongue poke out to briefly wet the line of his lower lip to then play with the piercing that rests on its corner. A wider smirk takes place on his tired face, one aware of what he's doing to you. His lips are glistening now and you wish you could taste them.

You look away as you try to ignore the feeling that such a simple thing caused in your belly.

"Shut up." you mumble as you move to reach your discarded gym bag at the corner.

"Make me."

When you turn around to look at him again, Jungkook has a seemingly more serious expression and even his tone didn't seem to match his usual way of teasing you.

This sounded different.

His eyes are fixed on you with an enticing look. You're not sure you heard him correctly initially and you instinctively look at your surroundings. There's no one around, Is he really aware of what he's implying? Is he ambiguously asking you to shut him up with a kiss?

Your cheeks are on fire as your eyes drop briefly to his lips again, that sensation in your belly grows a little more. Does he really want it?

"W-what?"

Jungkook lets out a low chuckle, wetting his lips before he breaks eye contact with you and picks up your gloves and his so he can store them.

"I'm teasing you princess," he says lowly as he walks away "I like seeing you all flustered."

Damn you, Jeon Jungkook, and his effect on you.

You can't see his face, but you can hear it in his voice that he's smirking proudly.

"As I said before, next time it won't be an accident, you'll regret it." He laughs and you try your best to pretend that his actions and words are effectless on you as you follow him to the same corner to collect your things.

When you check the time on your phone your stomach drops.

It's way past the time you usually leave, you haven't even booked an uber yet and the gym closes in less than 10 minutes.

"Shit" you mutter.

"What's wrong?"

You're frowning and your expression seems to worry him as he turns to you.

“I didn't think it was this fucking late!” A mixture of irritation and concern laced with your voice. “Can I still take a shower?”

He observes you as the rush has begun to take over your body as you quickly gather everything up.

"Are you sure this isn't all an excuse to stay alone with me a little longer?"

You come to a halt. Smart guy, he knows by now that you want to leave early every time for a reason he ignores, and by asking this, he knows that you'll have to answer, one way or the other. Either way he'll get something he wants: a flirty answer or the truth. He still leaves the choice up to you, not forcing you to tell him exactly why you're always in a rush but hoping you would tell him anyway.

He's looking at you with a flirty gaze to hide his curiosity.

You're not really sure you want to talk about your ex who ruined your life right now and at the same time you don't want him to think there is actually something to worry about, given your sudden concern.

Your face softens a little, you prefer a million times more to flirt with him than to talk about Ray. So you take the opportunity to flirt back and avoid spilling the real reason.

"You'd like that, huh?" you reply quickly as you cross your arms over your chest.

"I'd start to think you have a crush on me."

You feel your cheeks blush and you can't help it, you just hope he doesn't decide to tease you further for this. It's like he's trying to pull out at least one truth from you, given the fact that you refuse to speak about the real reason behind your hurry, it's like he's trying to get you to at least admit you're attracted to him.

You decide to bypass his last remark, not wanting to give a clear answer to that so you opt for something else, "I-I forgot to book an uber earlier and I'd rather take a shower while I wait for it to arrive."

Which is basically true, despite you've omitted the part that includes your fear of encountering your crazy ex.

Jungkook smiles gently at you, you can see on his face that he really loves teasing you and seeing you so bothered because of it.

Maybe you just gave away one truth anyway by stuttering like that.

"I can take you home after I tidy up, if you don't mind being a little late."

You ponder for a brief moment but you don't really have to make a decision. You would answer him right away with enthusiasm, but it would be too obvious.

Is there any possibility you would refuse? Of course not. You wouldn't have to wait outside and to be honest, getting the chance to spend some more time with him, you don't mind at all.

"Who's the one making excuses to be alone with me now, huh?"

Your cheeks are still burning but you reply confidently as you smirk at him, proud of your flirty retort. You'd be lying if you said you don't like flirting back like this. Your confidence wins over your shyness most of the time. If only your cheeks would collaborate more.

Jungkook catches your gaze for a second, one of his eyebrows shoots up in surprise, as he smiles back "What if that were the case?”

“I'd start to think you have a crush on me, Jeon Jungkook.”

"You'd like that, huh?"

His voice is soft and you match his tone when you cunningly say,

"And what if that were the case?"

You look into each other's eyes as you try to hold back your laughter, dying inside as the flutter in your stomach intensifies. You're sure you can toast some bread on your cheeks by now.

Jungkook's flirting became more and more intense with time and so is your attraction toward him, your way of playing the game became more and more explicit. You love this, even though he can be a little annoying at times and he makes you blush incessantly, this thing that you two share always brings a smile to your face.

He pushes his tongue inside his cheek in amusement, a distinctive trait of his when you find a nice retort to his flirty banter. It's clear that he loves seeing you all flustered but apparently he gains even more satisfaction by this confident side of you.

Everyone left except you and him. As you shower, you feel the weight on your chest slowly lifting at the idea of not having to wait outside alone at this hour. It reassures you knowing that Jungkook himself will take you home, it makes you feel excited and nervous at the same time.

When you finish and you're happily clean and dry, you return to the main room of the gym. You notice that it is now mostly rearranged and that the place almost seems bigger like this. The faint smell of flowers stronger than before. 

You find Jungkook busy with reorganizing the dumbbells rack and when you approach him, you tell him that you can continue fixing the place so he can have the opportunity to take a shower. He accepts, thanking you and then heading towards the men's changing rooms as he assures you that he won't take long.

You finished tidying up the gym, finding the time to water the flowers and plants before checking the time. It's already past 11pm.

You had never stayed till gym closing and you didn't think Jungkook had to stay so late every night to clean up the entire place by himself.

When he's back, he's wearing black fitted motorcycle pants, you notice the padding at each knee and you gladly take in the sight of his muscled thighs, perfectly wrapped by the fabric.

His baggy sweatshirt deceives from the real size of his shoulders and pecs but you think this style suits him, the fact that you saw him shirtless multiple times and that you know what his muscles look like underneath his sweatshirt, makes a shiver run down your spine.

He thanks you for the help and tells you to wait for him at the emergency exit on the other side of the gym as he needs to shut down the lights before you can leave.You comply, taking your bag on your shoulder and reaching the exit that gives to the back of the building.

When he arrives you notice that he is carrying a backpack and that he's holding a black helmet with red and white details that you cannot define.

Fuck, you'll get on a motorcycle for the first time and it's gonna be with him. The mere realization makes you a little nervous.

He smiles at you spontaneously before you walk out together and he shuts the door behind him.

The back of the gym is dimly lit but you can take a glimpse at the red fairing of a motorcycle, parked a few meters away from you. The light from the street lamp gives it a nice glow and for some reason you can't stop looking at it. It's different from Tae's and you reckon he's right by saying that every motorcycle reflects its rider a little.

Tae's is a beautiful midnight blue, with an almost elegant shape for a sports motorcycle, while this is a vibrant red, with black, white and golden details. The shape of the two front headlights seems to look at you with challenge, somehow it's similar to its owner's defiant gaze. You think it suits Jungkook's vibe perfectly.

“How fast is this beauty?” you ask curiously as you stop near it.

"It depends. On the track very, very fast, on the road the speed limits."

Jungkook places his backpack on the saddle, and you watch him take out a jacket and a pair of gloves.

“I bet that's what you tell the cops.” you snort.

"Yes, officer." 

“Do I look like a cop to you?” you giggle at the thought. You look at him as he quickly replies with his usual smirk on his lips “Oh I would love to get handcuffed by you, in that case.”

Jungkook locks eyes with you as his grin widens into a smug one. You blush and you thank the heavens that he can't see your burning cheeks due to the low light.

You bite your lip briefly to hold back a smile. "Too bad I'm just a tattoo artist then." 

Your voice is soft and it's clear that you would love it too. You would enjoy your ways with him, spread on your bed, hands immobilized over his head as you do everything you imagined and fantasized to do to him over the weeks, just to hear him groan in satisfaction.

His face shifts to a little more serious one, his smug smile is still there but in his eyes you glimpse that veil of sadness that often comes to visit him.

You would like to ask him something, anything that could make you understand even remotely what is tormenting him, but you never find the courage to go beyond this exchange of glances, it's as if you both know that there is something that torments you respectively, but it's like you want to respect each other's silence at the same time.

It's some sort of silent pact that has been casually created over time: You know there's something, I know there's something, none of us will go beyond this.

Even if sometimes you both gave the chance to speak up, neither of you forced the other, and it's ok like this.

Before your eyes can even mirror his fragile gaze, Jungkook hands you his jacket.

"Is it your first time on a motorcycle?"

You grab the clothing piece and nod, inspecting it quickly. You notice that it matches the pants he is wearing perfectly: black leather with red and white inserts and as you touch it you can feel the padding positioned in the weakest points of the torso and arms.

"Put it on, I won't speed but better safe than sorry."

By the time you wear it and zip it up, Jungkook is already on his motorcycle. The jacket is a little too big for you but it smells so much like him that it almost feels like he's hugging you tightly. 

What a sweet poison to your brain. Feels like it can be addicting and that's dangerous.

You let the sensation seep through your body for a moment before you notice that Jungkook is watching you with attentive eyes and an indecipherable expression.

He immediately looks away to grab his helmet, which also matches his gear and motorcycle. Then he hands it to you, gesturing to you to put that on too.

The lingering scent of his jacket has been enough to make your heart beat faster, but when you push the helmet on your head, the added scent of his shampoo fills your nostrils and you feel totally overwhelmed by your sensations. 

You feel him everywhere and he's not even touching you.

The roar of the engine surprises you, bringing you back to planet earth. Now that you notice, Jungkook is adjusting his motorcycle gloves and although it's a completely innocent motion, your senses are too affected right now to find it a normal gesture. 

Where's the news though? You've now resigned to the idea that he is able to make anything he does sexy and attractive to your eyes, like that time your gaze shifted to him while he was talking to some members of the gym and he absentmindedly caressed his sore abs. A very normal gesture, but you are so attracted to him that even such a harmless movement had an effect on you, just like now, as he fixes his gloves on his motorcycle.

"Where am I taking you?" Jungkook places the phone on the specific support on the handlebars, and then presses your address on the screen after explaining to him which area of the city you live in.

Jungkook holds out a hand to you, gesturing with the other towards the footrest on the sides of the bike.

"When you're ready, put your left foot on that and bring your right leg over the saddle, unfortunately it's not very comfortable but for such a short ride it should be fine."

You follow his instructions, placing your hand on his to give you support as you sit behind him.

This is where the closeness starts to make you feel warm, but you're determined to blame the padded jacket for most of it. His firm back against your chest can't cause you such warmth, right?

"Aren't you going to be cold?" You ask, feeling a little guilty at the idea to make him drive in just his sweatshirt.

"Don't worry about it," Jungkook shakes his head and then puts his hands on the tank in front of him "Put your hands here for support or wrap your arms around my belly if you need." Explaining that when accelerating you might lose your balance.

You would've said something about his suggestion to put your arms around his body, but you sense that he's serious right now and you don't want to tease him. He wants to make sure everything goes well and that you're comfortable during the ride. You smile at the way he's trying to make your first experience as enjoyable as possible, even while remaining without his gear in the process.

“Okay, I'm ready.” you finally say as you position your hands on the tank as per his instructions.

Jungkook nods, he turns towards you after looking at you from the side mirror and with one hand, he manages to close the visor that you had forgotten open.

You thank him by shouting into the helmet to make sure he can hear you and the muffled tone of your voice makes him chuckle.

Jungkook takes off the side stand when he feels the weight of your body resting on his back and your hands are firmly leaning on the tank in front of him, then he speeds up to leave the parking lot and the roar of the engine runs through your body.

You never thought you'd get on a motorcycle, since Tae offered you a ride a couple of times and you never felt entirely comfortable at the idea of riding in this position with him. Not that it necessarily implies anything intimate or inappropriate. You trust Tae, but you kinda feel a strange connection to Jungkook right now. Maybe it's the vicinity mixed with wearing his gear that makes you feel somewhat closer to him in a deeper sense, it's a strange feeling added to the utter attraction you already feel for him. Riding with Tae would surely be something completely normal between friends, but you're glad you never accepted before, because now you get to enjoy your first ride with Jungkook.

The road is mostly empty and you appreciate the sound of the engine breaking the quietness. Jungkook is keeping his word by driving at a slow but steady pace, the wind ruffles his hair a little and you look at him from the side mirror. You notice that from time to time his eyes also stealthily search your reflected figure. You're glad you have the visor hiding your gaze, so you can check him out as much as you like without him noticing and taking the chance to tease you about it.

Your eyes wander a little further down, lingering on his muscular thighs hugging firmly both sides of the motorcycle. You find yourself fantasizing about him once again but the train of dirty thoughts is brutally interrupted when with a slight braking, your body is unexpectedly pushed forward. Your chest is suddenly pressing a little harder onto his back and a small bump between your helmet and his head is inevitable.

"Oh fuck-sorry!" you shout in displeasure and Jungkook bursts out laughing as he turns to the left before he glances at you from the side mirror briefly.

“It's nothing." He reassures you with a smile and then his focus is on the road again as he plays with his piercing mindlessly.

You're really enjoying your first ride on a motorcycle, something else is now overlying the slight discomfort caused by the saddle. 

The realization that you're living this moment, riding his motorcycle together, on a street lit by colorful street lights flashing on your bodies as the wind caresses your figures. There is something extremely pleasing about all this, something that you have never experienced before.

You recognize your neighborhood as you approach your apartment complex and you feel a little sad, knowing that the ride is almost coming to an end.

Jungkook reaches the outdoor parking lot of a bunch of buildings and follows your directions when you point at the right apartment complex.

He stops at an empty spot near the entrance of the building and he turns off the engine.

When he turns to you, he offers you a hand to help you get down but you turn away, pretending not to see. Jungkook laughs at your futile attempt to stay in the saddle a little longer.

“Isn't it uncomfortable?”

You look at him, tilting your head slightly and opening the visor of the helmet.

"Just a little, but I loved it anyway!"

He can see your eyes only and they are glowing right now with content. The same glint he had at the beginning, when he first discovered this passion of his, when everything felt so new to him, when everything was still… normal. 

He tries to push aside the impending sadness that threatens to take over his features, you're so cheerful right now and Jungkook couldn't be happier to be sharing with you your first experience, the least he can do is to not ruin it.

He has the sweetest smile right now, one that reaches the depths of his eyes. Witnessing him like this, disheveled, with cheeks and nose reddened from the cold and a smile brighter than the sun, you understand that these "things" you're feeling for him, are dangerous. You're sure the "things" were limited to a simple physical attraction, but the more you spend time with him and the deeper you get to know him, the more a feeling that scares you creeps up on you, one that explains in an appalling way the meaning of the flutter you feel in your stomach every once in a while when you're with him.

You wish you were able to navigate these waters like anyone else would, with a little shyness perhaps, but with a great desire to discover where such a beautiful feeling that once made you feel so alive, might lead in the future.

You realize Ray has really taken away all your enthusiasm for anything beyond physical attraction. And he comes in your mind too often for your liking.

Better shove this sensation back where it came from. Feelings and deep trust for someone always lead to a bruised heart at the end, and an aftermath you wish you could recover faster from.

You decide it's better for you to preserve what you've achieved till now, it's easier to manage the lust that spreads through your body when you see him, you don't need that little seed to bloom in your heart, you won't allow its prettiness to break you apart and all you needed to realize this, are these beautiful doe eyes that are watching you right now through the side mirror.

You look away with a little effort, deciding that it's better to get off of the motorcycle now. You put your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself on the footrest, pushing a little of your weight on them to bring your right leg over the motorcycle and onto the ground.

You feel a tingly sensation all over your legs but it's nothing uncomfortable.

You take off the jacket and when he grabs it up to put it on, the fabric fits his body perfectly and you can't help but look at the way it seems to flatter his broad shoulders even more.

Jungkook hums in satisfaction as he allows the jacket to warm his body and he smiles when you reluctantly remove the helmet.

Your slightly ruffled hair slides over your shoulders and the padding marks of the helmet plows your cheeks. He keeps looking at you, as if he wants to tell you something but he immediately thinks better of it apparently, as he says nothing.

“Thanks for the ride, it was really cool.” you say when you hand him his helmet.

"No problem, glad you enjoyed it."

When he puts it on, you take a moment to take in the sight of his figure in his motorcycling gear. Jungkook has a gorgeous body, there's no doubt about that, he's hot in his gym clothing but he's even hotter on his motorcycle. You realize that you haven't been particularly discreet checking him out, especially when he looks at you through his helmet, you know very well that he is smirking all satisfied, you can see it in his eyes.

"Be careful on your way home."

It's what you say, it comes out all of a sudden as Jungkook restarts the engine and removes the side stand.

"I'll definitely be more careful now that no one's going to bump into my head whenever I brake."

There it is,you should've expected it.

You sigh in defeat as a smile forms on your lips anyway, the usual Jungkook, always up to tease you. 

"It happened just one time!"

When you lock eyes with him again, Jungkook winks at you, “See you at the gym.”

You nod waving at him as you watch him lower the visor and leave the parking lot, not wasting the opportunity to rev his engine before he sprints away.

You just rode a motorcycle with Jungkook. The bright smile on your face is one that hasn't been seen in far too long.

You wouldn't dare say it but you definitely feel far more serene in your life, there is only this little seed that's bothering you, but you tell yourself it can die easily if you don't nourish it, just like when you don't water your plants. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Your ex has taken your smile away for too long and you almost feel the unconscious need to immediately put aside any positive and genuine emotion, afraid that it will be brutally taken away from you by an unexpected visit from him. At least like this, it's you who decided to put it willingly away.

That's how much Ray's behavior actually affected you.

As you walk towards the entrance, clutching the bag on your shoulder, you think that at least this once, you want to enjoy this little achievement. You can see from the elevator mirror that the girl in the reflection deserves to enjoy this smile for a little longer.

Within the four walls of your apartment, Ray wont be able to wipe it away and the one that often creeps in your mind is already fading away as you think back at the time spent with Jungkook tonight.

With this thought, you get yourself ready to sleep and as you fall into your bed, letting your soft bed sheets wrap around you, you're still sporting one genuine smile.

You almost feel like a teenager experiencing things for the first time. You feel like this after Ray and his hell, every positive emotion feels so new and strong, to the point that you're able to sleep like a child until the next morning.

December 1st, Friday

It was enough for you to mention Jungkook and Motorcycle in the same sentence to turn Hani into a brakeless question machine.

You're in the middle of a tattoo, while your client and Hani are listening to you intently as you talk about yesterday's evening.

They both chuckle when your storytelling digress into an accurate description of the motorcycle gear on Jungkook's body. Hani is so hyped by the whole thing that it's impossible not to smile at her silliness.

She told you several times in the past few months that the gym was doing wonders to you, but that she knew it had something to do with this guy as well. 

You know each other since you were children, she can read you like an open book and even if it may be bothersome sometimes, this skill of hers helped you multiple times in the past.

"And here I thought he was cold as ice!" Hani begins "He always seemed so impassive when we happened to bump into each other at Tae's."

If you stop to think for a moment, he often assumes expressions that don't match at all with the description you gave just now. Last night's Jungkook was an extremely thoughtful and attentive guy, but you know that he often gets lost in his things and thoughts and takes on an almost intimidating appearance when this happens.

You don't know how to explain this duality that characterizes him, sometimes it doesn't take much to make him go back to the Jungkook who laughs and jokes with everyone, other times he is too immersed in something that's able to cast a shadow in his gaze. Maybe that's what Hani has seen and you can't help but wonder if the bright side you're used to, it's actually the rarer or maybe selective one of him.

"Sometimes maybe? But it was kind of him to bring me home, he gave me his gear to make sure I was comfortable."

You admit as you continue to poke your client's skin with a subtle smile on your lips.

"He gave you his gear?" Hani asks in surprise as she is busy taking care of something around the shop. Even your client reacted to that, muffling a sound that resembled one of approval.

You nod, because you know she is staring at you right now. You already know what's about to happen. You focus on the tattoo, avoiding to meet her scanning eyes, she has an overly broad smile right now, even if you can't see it you know it's there. 

Since you started telling her about your experiences at the gym, Hani teased you about your visible attraction for him. This last tell tell of last evening with him only increased her beliefs, obviously. Your hopes that she won't ask you the fateful question are promptly destroyed when, knowing your best friend far too well, it was bound to be asked sooner or later. 

"You really like him, huh? And now it's obvious that he likes you back!"

You knew it, it was predictable.

You sigh, “I don't want relationships.” You respond resolutely, still avoiding her gaze.

"You avoided the question, typical."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes you did! You could have said no, but instead you immediately clarified that YoU DoNt WaNt ReLaTiOnShIpS and I didn't even speak about relationships!"

She mocks you amused, you can hear it in her voice as you roll your eyes in annoyance.

You know you have some sort of a crush on Jungkook even if you don't want to admit it openly. He became a good friend and yes, you would definitely have sex with him right now if you could, but one thing you're most certain of is that you won't let this little something of a deeper feeling grow further. So yeah, you don't want relationships, but you do like him.

"He's hot as fuck, alright? That's all, we're friends and that's enough."

You meet her gaze to try to convince her you're not omitting anything important with this statement. Hani knows you too well though, your behavior in the past few months gave her answers anyway. She's willing to let you believe your response was convincing enough as she smirks at you and you focus your attention once again on the skin of your client, who's meanwhile listening with patience.

"A friend you'd gladly fuck though, am I right?"

You think you could strike her dead with just a look right now. 

She's right, but she doesn't need to know it. 

As you're about to find an excuse to change the subject, you hear the jiggle of the bell at the entrance.

An immense sense of release takes over you, saved by a bell. Hani chuckles as she leaves the room to reach the door. You hear Taehyung's voice behind you and you thank the heavens for the coincidence. As you keep chit chatting with your client, you continue the job on her skin, pushing aside the conversation with your friend.

Shortly after finishing the tattoo, you take care of the area with the usual cream, giving some advice on tattoo treatment and any precautions while you accompany your client to the counter to pay.

When you look at the clock, it's almost time to close, the customer leaves the shop after saying her goodbyes and you join your friends on the sofa of the little lounge area by the entrance, after locking the door and lowering the curtain over it.

“Damn I'm exhausted.” You let out, enjoying the feeling of the soft pillows against your back.

Tae and Hani watch you from where they're seated in front of you and you hear them giggling.

You lift your head in confusion as you look at them with a frown.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing, I was thinking that next friday there'll be a pre-race weekend party." Tae begins, he has a particularly cheeky smile that almost irritates you, deep down you imagine why they're giggling and looking at you like this, but you don't dare to investigate.

"And?" you sound a little exasperated but whatever, today was somewhat challenging and you wish you could go home to rest.

“And I think you should come.” Taehyung concludes as he brings his arms behind his head, making himself comfortable against the sofa.

"Why should I?"

"Are you serious Y/N? Don't make me state the obvious."

Tae knows something, clearly.

You feel rage entering your features when you shift your eyes on Hani. You look at her reproachfully, now you will also have to endure Tae's teasing about last night.

"Don't look at me like that, I know what you're thinking! I didn't say a single word about last night!" She raises her hands in surrender, claiming innocence as Tae bursts out laughing at the two of you.

You're confused, but only briefly. Surprise takes over as you hear his following words.

“Jungkook told me about it.”

"So what?" You prop yourself up on your elbows, explaining that there's no harm in accepting a ride home from a friend.

"You never accepted a ride from me though!"

That's a disgusting smile, right on his face. 

He caught you red handed and he knows it. You're not sure how to respond to that, it's true but you don't want to explain your reasons.

“It was an emergency!” you opt for a semi-truth, hoping they will drop the topic soon.

"Sure, sure. But don't change the subject."

You roll your eyes, sighing heavily as you let your weight sink on the pillows, wishing they could swallow you whole to make you escape from this conversation.

Hani put a hand on Tae's arm as if she wants to stop him from teasing you more. At least for this time, you're glad she is able to read you like an open book. The exasperation must be visible on your face by now.

"You always told me you didn't want to come to these parties because you felt uncomfortable third wheeling, but now you know Jungkook! He'll be there too, we can have some fun all together!" Hani interjects with a calm and gentle tone, she knows it could do you some good, just like joining the gym helped you regain some confidence in yourself.

"And we can introduce you to Hobi too!" Tae adds, that shit eating grin still plastered on his face when he looks at you.

You sigh once again, tired of this whole situation and from the fatigue of the day.

They invited you several times to previous parties, but knowing only them you've always declined. Since you started dating Ray, you've been going to parties less and less and after everything that's happened, being around people you don't know makes you feel a little anxious, so you stopped attending parties a while ago.

You always preferred evenings spent at your usual bar, just the three of you or just you and Hani when Tae is busy.

It's been your comfort zone ever since you broke up with Ray and you never felt the need to change this.

Once again though, your ex comes back in your mind, momentarily outclassing the progress you've made thus far like a haunting ghost.

You really want to overcome all these blocks that he has caused you and just like going to the gym, going back to attend parties and meeting new people can only help you get out of your current comfort zone and get back to the outgoing Y/N you once were before your ex. 

It's another little step to prove yourself you can heal completely, you just need some time and the right spur.

"Ok-ok fine,"

You get up abruptly off the sofa knowing that if you keep brooding you might change your mind and you don't want to give your friends other opportunities to annoy you.

"I'll come."

Hani sings a self made victory fanfara, as she usually does when she gets something she wants.

You can't help but roll your eyes at her silly reactions and you notice that Tae is particularly happy too.

They know the hell you've been living in for the past year, they may be teasing you incessantly, but you know they mean no harm, ever, they just want you to enjoy your life, to be happy again.

When you get home, you think back at Tae's expression when he told you that Jungkook told him he gave you a ride home the night before, you don't want to be delusional but you had the impression that Tae teased Jungkook as well about this, he seemed far too amused about the whole thing.

In any case, you will go to this party and it is another step forward for you, you have every intention of having fun carefree, for too long you have felt like a victim of wills that are not yours, and it is time for you to take control of the situation and do what your own instinct tells you, without external influences.

Afterall, no one ever wants to leave their safe bubble, but no changes will occur if you don't try to get out of it. 

Another step out of your comfort zone, another step toward who you used to be.

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Next time I see you.

Soap x reader x könig.

This is my first time writing and posting something, please be nice, this is a long story, have mercy lol. Gif is not mine, if the story is good give me a ♥️.

Warning: English is not my first language, you will find some grammatical mistakes.

You worked so hard with that team, you trained hard to prove you belonged there but, you fell in love. There wasn't a bigger mistake than that.

Soap, a sergeant, oh god, that man loved you too much, he just wanted to protect you, at first it was sweet but then it was annoying, you didn't become a soldier to never receive some hits, you wanted more action, you wanted more adrenaline and danger, you needed to improve your skills, be stronger, be at your limit but he was always there taking care of you, protecting you as if you were a porcelain doll, by extension, the rest of the team started to keep an eye on you, everything just became worse, you ended your relationship and still there were they, always protecting you.

- Oh! Come on Bunny, I just tried to protect you, you could die out there!

- Soap! I don't need protection! My Job is the same as yours! How do you expect me to be better if you keep putting me inside a bubble?

- listen... I love you, I don't want to think about losing you for a fucking bullet or a fucking knife or something worse!

- You can't protect me all the time Soap, I'm not fragile, I'm not a fucking deer or a fucking bunny! I'm tired of that nickname btw! I want to know how far I can go...

- How far you can go? Listen to yourself! This is not a fucking game, you're here to make the world better not to prove how strong or brave you are!

- it's not what I meant to say! Just... I can't do this anymore, I can't!

-...what? What are you talking about?

- It's over! All of this! This job, this team, this place, this fucking relationship! I love you Johnny but you're killing me in more than one way, I'm sorry, but I can't do it, I will not continue with this situation.

He just looked into your tired eyes, he didn't try to stop you, he knew he ruined your relationship, he lost you but not in the way he was constantly expecting.

After some months you decided you had enough, you left, disappeared without saying goodbye or giving a good reason, you thought you would never see them again or at least not in a long time.

Finally you had the job you always wanted, good payment, mates who let you do your job, you were feral and lethal, now, you were no longer a scared deer or a small rabbit, you were a wild predator, always ready to attack.

You were in a new relationship too, your colonel, König. He saw all your potential from the beginning, pushed you to your limit and taught you all he knew, he loved you, he respected you and was always helping and supporting you to be the better version of yourself, you fell hard for him.

You're his and he's yours, and he can't be more happy, proud and grateful because honestly, You're not only a wonderful girlfriend, you're a magnificent soldier and a very good addition to KorTac.

This new you, this new life, everything fit perfectly, until... destiny decided to play with you.

The small meeting was quick, there wasn't much to say, just details of the mission, still, könig looked very serious.

- This mission sounds easy and simple but it's important, we can't mess it up, okay? So Horangi and Wolfsbane, together. You will go for our informant, we need him alive.

You and Horangi smiled at each other, you were good friends and worked well together.

-Yes sir.

- understand.

- The rest of us, we'll clean the area, simple but still... We don't have chances for mistakes, understand?

There wasn't silence, everybody replied with a simple « Yes sir ».

- Any questions?

You saw the map with the location of the hostage, it looked familiar but you weren't sure, your curiosity talked for you.

- Sir, are we going to confront somebody else? This location is very isolated but maybe there will be more people trying to take the hostage too.

- No, we shouldn't have any problem, unless the informant tried to put any resistance or put us in the eye of the hurricane and someone appears, In that case, kill everybody who tries to stop you. NO MERCY, NO MISTAKES. Do y'all understand?

- YES SIR!!!

You were feeling something was out of place, an unusual vibe In the air, you didn't know what it was, you only felt something was wrong. Horangi noticed it, he knows you were not focused this time.

- Hey, you good?

- Uh? Oh... Yes, sorry I was just thinking if I already have all I will need. Let's go buddy, let's do this!.

You tried to sound calm and ready but you weren't, your senses were playing with you.

You look at König who was also very quiet and you could see how his mind is full of thoughts, you know him, he was elaborating more than one plan, just in case.

He finally feels your eyes on him, he walks in your direction and his big hand takes yours.

- Are you alright, Meine Liebe?

You nod, and fix something on his mask, while he puts on your own mask, he's still looking at you, you both know there's an unknown elephant filling the room.

- Schätz, I know you very well, I know there's something on your mind, I will not force you to tell me, I just want you to know that everything will be fine, I trust all of you, we will be fine.

You look at him one more time, you can't see his face but you're sure he's smiling at you, even with the mask you already know every expression, and without noticing you're smiling at him too, then, he kissed your hand In response. Both walked to the trucks and joined with the rest of the team.

The trip to the location was quick, the small conversation with the team helped you to relax, before you and Horangi separated from them, König let you know how much he loved you and asked you to take care, he wanted his team back to the base in one piece.

You and Horangi waited for König's approval to get inside to capture the objective, once there, the game started, König's voice sounded on your ear, letting you and all the team know that you're not alone.

- We have company! Some soldiers are here, secure our hostage, kill everybody who tries to take him!

All the team replied with a simple:

- copy!

You and Horangi were planning how to protect the hostage and yourself, which routes follow to arrive at the rendezvous point, until a window broke and the next thing you saw was a man jumping on Horangi, you took the hostage and without thinking you put the gun on his head, you knew this would turn into a negotiation or a race to see who dies first, your partner or your hostage, everything got blurry for a second when your enemy's face became to a familiar one.

- Let that man go now or I will kill your partner! All depends on you buddy!

You smiled under your mask, this man who you thought you would never see again is in front of you trying to put your nerves on charge of your next movements.

- I will not do such a thing... Sergeant.

You saw it in his eyes, he recognized your voice and still he couldn't believe it, this was your chance to take advantage.

- Bunny?... Is that you? What the hell are you... No, you're not with these people, tell me you're not...

You took off your mask, you wanted to show the new you, you had him out of balance, you saw how his mind was doing a mess with him.

- I'm no longer a Bunny, my new friends call me Wolfsbane, now let my partner go and I will not kill this not so innocent man.

You looked at Horangi who already knew what you were doing, he was ready to attack as soon as you gave him any sign.

Soap was out of his mind, his precious little bunny was now looking at him with uninterested eyes, cold and distant, his thoughts were distracting him of his mission, you were ready to give the sign to Horangi when Soap's radio spoke.

- Soap, where are you? let's go, they're more than we estimated, bring the hostage now!

Both were ready to speak when yours made a sound too. König needed your report.

- Horangi, Wolfsbane, report me, where are you? We will go to help...

- A little difficulties but all good sir, we can handle it, the hostage is still safe.

You interrupt your colonel, you didn't allow him to come to your rescue, you were sure you could handle it.

- Don't take too long guys, we have to leave soon.

- Copy.

You turned off your radio, looked at both and pressed your gun harder on your hostage head.

- You heard your captain, soap, we're too much for you to handle, and you heard mine, we don't have time to play, so... Let's make this simpler, I'll let this man go and you will let my partner go too, I already have the information I need, this piece of shit is not important for my boss anymore. What do u think? It's a good deal...

- look at you, you're a very different person... Who are you now? I barely recognize you...

- I'm not here to talk, I'm here for business! I'm giving you the chance to do this in the easy way, answer now or I shoot you and him.

Your cold attitude was Killing him, he wasn't thinking clearly, before he could even say a word u gave Horangi a quick sign, then Soap was on the floor.

The two of you and the hostage were running out of the room when soap took you by the leg, you put resistance instantly, fighting against your once lover. Horangi stopped on his tracks ready to help, his gun ready to end with Soap but something inside you reacted and before your brain could stop your mouth, you yelled at Horangi.

- Go, take the hostage now! I'll distract him, Go!

Horangi doubted for a second but nodded and while he was leaving he asked you not to take much time or he would be a dead man.

You give a wonderful fight, soap was very distracted by his own mind, your radio turned on once again and your Colonel's angry voice was filling the room.

- Wolfsbane, report! Where are you?...

No response from you, you're too busy to speak.

- meine Königin... where are you? I'll go to look for you.

You had a knife ready to cut Soap's throat, and yet... You couldn't do it, you knew you needed to do it and you couldn't. You threw your knife away and hit him repeatedly, he wasn't fighting you anymore, he was too heartbroken to fight you, you never saw him like that but it wasn't time to be weak.

- I'm on my way to join Horangi Sir, I already finished here, the hostage is safe.

- copy, I want all of you here NOW. Let's go home, meine liebling.

Before you answered to König, you looked one more time to Soap, he was on his knees you saw on his eyes how he was still putting the puzzle pieces together.

You took his face on your hands and kissed his forehead, before he could say something you put your mask on again and spoke first.

- This could be different Soap, but now, this is the way I choose, I will not have mercy next time I see you.

You took your radio and said with a soft and sweet voice:

- yes, mission successful, let's go home my love...

The last memory of Soap was your boot on his face, and the shadow of your body shape running away.

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[hanashininglive]

A ferocious heavenly fire that pierces the night

This is my raw translation! It may not be 100% accurate!

Please excuse my spelling and grammatical mistakes and enjoy the translation!

Summary:

The third spin-off drama from Mystic-in-training series featuring the demon god (Onigami) Ran and Tenko!

What appeared in Ran's dream as he slumbered was a memory of a distant day he once spent.

And it seems that Tenko was also having a similar dream.

This is just my own raw translation!

It may not be 100% accurate, but I hope you enjoy reading it~

✨Evet story✨

= Episode 1:

😈 Ranmaru kurosaki: ... Is it a full moon tonight? You can see the outline of the moon clearly. It's so quiet that it won't be surprising if real demons appear.

Ah. That's doesn't suit me.

🦊 Natsuki Shinomiya: Good evening. It's a nice moonlit night.

😈 Ranmaru: ‼️‼️ ..... What the hell, Natsuki?

You're on break too...?

🦊 Natsuki: hehe It's such a wonderful night, so I thought maybe I'd be able to meet a real youkai-san or demon-san. It's just a short walk.

😈: "Real."...huh...

If you're around, I'd love to see you.

It can be used as a reference in a play.

🦊: The beautiful moon is out, and now it looks like we'll be able to have a friendly conversation while watching the moon. I wish I had brought some dumplings with me.

Onigami. No dumplings, though, But before we resume shooting, how about we have a little meeting? The next scene is just the two of us, Maru-chan-senpai and I.

😈: Oh good.

In this spin-off, demons and tenko are the main focus of the story. We have to keep pace, including creating the atmosphere.

🦊: Thank you! After all, when Maru-chan-senpai is with us, he's as dependable as Oni-san (Mr demon).

😈: Like a demon... Is that a compliment? As usual, you're out of tune when I talk to you...Then, let's take the eaves over there.

= Episode 2:

*Ran's dream*

????: I heard they tricked people and ate them. At the usual mountain pass again. I am no sharp-ears but I can tell.

I thought we agreed that it would be the last time, 100 years ago.

If you don't take care of that decision, who will?... I'm not going to say any more.

Don't betray yourself again.

You, ....... You've been watching. You come back only at a time like this.

I wasn't being kind or anything so save your praise. If I didn't say what I said, it would just feel bad.

..........you want to talk? I don't mind, but aren't you awfully formal? And look at the hairpin. It's new. What the hell is going on?

!?????: ...............Ran. Please wake up.

*End of the dream*

😈: ‼️‼️.......Tenko......?

🦊: sorry. For some reason I felt you were uncomfortable sleeping. If you're tired, a futon is better than a tree. Would you like to use the room I rent?

😈: No, I just dozed off. It seems that one of the techniques he has been practicing for is about to be perfected. I promised Tokiharu that I would take a look at it if so.

🦊: I can't refuse that request. I understand why you were at the shrine so unusually. But ------ is that the only reason ?

=Episode 3:

☀️Otoharu: Wow, wait, Shonoshin! Don't show your technique yet!! Tokiharu and I are not ready!

🦊Shonoshin: Geez....... Your opponent won't wait in a real battle! I'll shoot you in 5 seconds! Let's go? 5. 4. 3. 2...

🦊 Tenko: Hmmm. Shonoshin and the boys are always so lively, aren't they?

😈Ran: they are carefree. Well, they've got that going for them, too.

...Lately, I've been seeing more and more of those little fishy demons around.

🦊 Tenko: Outside the barriers that stretched around the city, right? It's partly because it's weakened a bit, but Tokiharu-kun's magical power is probably the reason why it attracts the youkai.

😈Ran: Keeping up a city worth of barrier as it is for a long time, How can you be so cool ? I really don't want you to turn into an enemy.

Looking closely, you're not wearing your usual kimono. When did you change it?

For a long time, I thought you were wearing it.

🦊Tenko: because it's getting hotter. I was advised to wear a thin kimono. I just had something I used to wear.

I didn't think I'd ever wear sleeves like this again...

Wearing it for the first time in a while makes me feel taller.

😈Ran: Heh...That's a very human thing to say.

=Episode 4:

🦊Tenko: Good evening, Ran. From the first look it doesn't seem like you've got a new kimono. I've never seen it before, but was that what it was supposed to look like?

😈Ran: Well. People are scared of me when I'm dressed like this. I try to avoid them, especially in the human settlements , but this time I just want to get it over quickly.

🦊: I see... Last time the two of us were seated out, so we left it to Ren to deal with it. We have to do our best this time.

😈: But why are you following me around?

I didn't ask you to. It makes us stand out even more.

🦊: In dealing with this situation, I want to raise as few concerns as possible for the children. I just wanted to make sure you are the same.

😈: Surprising. I thought you were the one who wished the most for their growth as Mystics, Tenko.

🦊: If someone is so careless as to break off a budding branch in the middle of a bloom, that's a different story. For as much as possible I don't want to put my precious flowers in danger.

😈: You don't even show such a pretense while the sun is shining and humans are awake. They say the fox is not to be underestimated, but you're very auspicious.

🦊: That's what you say, but... I too have heard that demons are very scary. But I think it's very kind of you to accept my request.

😈: Kind....

We're wasting our time talking about it. Let's go before the moon sets.

=Episode 5:

🪻Shiraai: Hello, Onigami-sama (demon god). It's rare for you to be here at this hour. Otoharu and the others haven't come back from school yet.

😈Ran: No, I didn't come to see them today.

........But first, there's an extra one.

You think you're cleverly hiding, but your tail is showing.

🦝Kotobuki: Oh my God! What a terrible thing to say. Let's rejoice in a more touching reunion, Ran-chan☆

Aren't you happy to see me?

😈Ran: Of course not. I didn't come here to see you. Ah, that..... Shiraai.

If there is anything you can feel with your powers, anything bothersome, please tell me.

🪻: Clairvoyantly, you mean.

.......I knew it. I don't join our training a lot but I still notice it before Otoharu and the others do.

Yes, there is. Something that's been bothering me.I've been wondering if this is the work of demons or not, and I was thinking of consulting Tenko-sama soon.

🦝: Does that have something to do with the fact that the people around here are starting to have "nightmares"? The Yanaris told me so. (Yanari is a type of Yokai, very small demons and it tries to shake the house or stuff around the house and just make noise. They don't do more than that )

😈 (Tenko, you noticed and kept quiet.) (Inner thoughts)

🦝: It doesn't seem to be everyone in the whole town though. It's just a rumor among the demons who have no malicious intent. I don't know about outside the town.

🪻: If it goes that far, it's not surprising if Otoharu and the others received a request or two. But they didn't, so it's strange, isn't it?

=Episode 6:

*In a dream*

😈Ran from the past: You say you consulted me because I'm nice to you.......but I couldn't have imagined that you decided to marry a human man.

...........I understand. I respect your choice, no matter what anyone else says. Besides, no matter what I say, you've already made up your mind, right?

*End of the dream*

😈*Sleeping* .....

🦝: Ooh. Hey, hey, hey. He's gone silent. Could it be that the devil god himself is sleeping standing up? I'd like to capture it in a picture scroll.

😈: Shut up. I have my moments of pondering, too. Unlike you Tanuki.

🪻: We're talking about something important here, so don't make unnecessary trouble.

So, what are you going to do now that you still haven't told Otoharu and the others?

😈: That's fine. I will take care of this matter. ……Ah, me and Tenko will take care of it. Can you tell me, in case of any suspicious activity around this shrine?

🪻: Understood. Leave it to me.

🦝: Oh my gosh, it's rare for Ran-chan to be that much of a shoulder to lean on. I guess "old vows" are important after all.

😈: One-pot meals are best when the pot still hot. Shiraai, if you polish the donabe pot, you might be able to eat something delicious. No later than tonight. As early as the evening.

*Squeeze*

🦝: Ouch! You're hurting me, Ran-chan~! I'm so proud of my tail, don't be so rough with it~!

=Episode 7:

🦊Tenko: It seems that the yokai in question is trying to wear out people's spirits by giving them nightmares, while hiding in the presence of many small yokais.

Thanks to Ran listening to Shiraai-kun and the others, I'm glad we were able to reconcile.

😈Ran: ..........I'll leave it at that. Well, it seems that the target has not been decided yet. Tokiharu had a dream that he overslept this morning, so he woke up in a hurry.

🦊: Hehe. Both Otoharu-kun and Tokiharu-kun seem to be very scared of "lateness". Is that even a nightmare?

😈: What about you? What about your "nightmares"?

🦊: It was not a nightmare, but I might have had a dream that some people might consider a nightmare.

I can't say for sure, as I dream about it from time to time. However, when I meet the youkai that is the source of this phenomenon, I don't think I can help it.

😈: What, were you trying to say a joke? Even you sometimes tell jokes like that.

🦊: It's not nice to be forced to dream, whether you want to or not, is it? If the prankster go too far, I'll have to punish them.

😈: I agree with that. It is possible that they could become a yokai that takes the life of the people at will and eats their souls.

It doesn't suit my nature to mess around. Let's just cooperate this time and go beat up the culprit.

=Episode 8:

😈: We've come a long way, huh? If we have to go this far to get to the source, then we're dealing with a very careful opponent.

🦊: Even though they are cowards and knew we would question them if they were exposed, they decided to do it. It seems that they wanted to get their hands on the power of the demons really badly.

😈: .......... You're pretty angry after all. Is there something that can't be blocked by Tenko's Barrier?

🦊: Hehe Well, I'm not all-powerful either. Besides, it's enough if I can protect the people I want to protect.

*A barrier is spread*

🦊: Well. You are very good at hide-and-seek.

But eventually I caught you~

You have been manipulating people's dreams from such a place?

😈: You were caught off guard, thinking we didn't know you were here. I won't let you get away. Whatever gets within my barrier, can never escape out!

*After beating the culprit*

🦊: Let's stop here. The mountain should not collapse. I have to return to that town by morning.

😈: Yeah, I guess so. If the word gets out, maybe they'll be a little less likely to mess with us for a while.

🦊: Shall we let the human children think that if they do something wrong, the demon will come to punish them? I mean, It's thanks to the gentle demon god that we won't have nightmares tonight.

😈: Don't do it. No one will believe that story.

=Episode 9:

😈: Thanks to that bastard's running around, I had to use my extra strength. I couldn't go easy on a yokai of that level.

🦊: Hehe. The attack was a little too vigorous and loud. Perhaps Shonoshin and the others may have sensed it.

*A Moment of awkward silence*

😈: ....... Aside from the yokai, Tokiharu and the others don't seem to have woken up. We did well for a hasty preparation of work, no?

🦊: It seems so. Ran, I enjoyed working with you too. So, I'll see you soon.

😈: Back to the shrine? It's almost dawn. I have a room, and if you want to go with Tokiharu to school tomorrow, you can stay here.

🦊: It's a very tempting offer, but......not yet. My futon is at Otoharu-kun's shrine. If he gets suspicious, this whole night will be ruined.

😈: Is that so?........Thank you, Tenko. I might not have been able to catch that tail on my own. I'm glad you were there for me this time.

🦊: No. I did what I did because I had my own reasons. I should be the one thanking you... Good night.

😈 *Inner thoughts* (....Everyone has a thing or two that they want to keep to themselves, don't they? the kind of "past" that you even dream about.)

=Episode 10:

🪻Shiraai: Oh, Onigami-sama! You came again today. Otoharu and the others are training in the bamboo grove in the back. They are very excited to try new techniques.

🦝 Kotobuki: But more importantly, Ran-chan! For a brief moment in the middle of the night, I felt a very big power, was it the work of you two? Tenko-sama won't tell me!

😈: I won't tell you about anything that Tenko is not telling you about. You must have been going around all night gathering rumors again, right? Don't do anything unnecessary.

🦊: Now that you've come all this way, I think we should make some tea. Shiraai-kun, would you like to help me?

🪻: No, I'll do it, so Tenko-sama please sit down. Look, stop bothering Onigami-sama and if you don't want to be turned into a Tanuki hot pot, come with me.

🦊: I expected you to come. I'm still a little concerned about it. But from what I've been able to find out, it's not worth worrying about.

😈: It was the same as usual in the morning.

...... To think that I would be called demon god and that I would stand side by side with Tenko.. Thinking about it all over again, it's a strange coincidence.

🦊: If they live long enough, their strong wills will overlap and will intertwine with the fire of life. We will continue to watch over them under every circumstances.

📿 Tokiharu: We did it, Otoharu! The two of us managed to stop Shonoshin-san's fox fire! ....Huh..? It looks like something is burning... AH, THE PAPER DOLL!!

🦊: Oh my... I thought it wouldn't take long for them to grow up. But It looks like we have more time left than we thought.

😈: ...... Well, we can't stop the flow of time, and we can't stop it either. They should grow up on their own pace.

~END~

#utapri #shining live #ranmaru kurosaki #natsuki shinomiya #translation #event story #A ferocious heavenly fire that pierces the night #i am working on the cards translations too but since i am going through some defcult times it might take a week or so 🫠

[mochiable]

— cherries & foam. (f)

↣ summary: you've had a stressful day at work and Lucas is there to make your evening more enjoyable.

↣ pairing: boyfriend!lucas x fem!reader

↣ genre: fluff

↣ word count: +3k

↣ warnings: a bit suggestive

a/n: english is not my first language, so if you see any grammatical or spelling mistakes don't hesitate to tell me. any constructive criticism will be always welcome.

“Hello, love," you greeted your boyfriend as you walked through the door.

Lucas was lying on the couch watching the series you had sworn to watch together. You pouted unconsciously. Letting out a sigh, you took off your shoes and left your coat on the rack at the entrance.

“Are you watching the eleventh season of Modern Family without me?,” a new pout reappeared on your lips when you turned around and faced him.

Lucas turned his head in the direction of the tv and let out a nervous laugh, "Sorry, we can always resume to the last episode we watched together."

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips as you heard him talk, "Don't worry, right now all I want to do is sleep until next year."

“Mhm, bad day?,” he questioned approaching you and bringing his face close to yours. You nodded softly as you grabbed his wrists and directed his arms around your waist.

“It was the most stressful day of my life, I swear I'm not exaggerating," you whispered, draping your arms around his shoulders and around his neck.

“You've been working so hard lately," he murmured, caressing your hip with his thumb. You nodded again with your eyes closed as you rested your forehead on his chest. You noticed how one of his hands went up to your head and started stroking your hair, "Do you want me to give you a massage?"

You groaned helplessly at the relaxation you got from the thought of it, eliciting a giggle from your boyfriend, "I'll take that as a yes."

You smiled again as you rose your head and looked into his eyes. He smiled back at you and moved in to kiss you. A lingering kiss, but not erotic at all. When you pulled apart you stood with your faces so close that your noses were touching, both of you with your eyes closed.

"You'll have to wash up first though, you smell a little," he teased just inches from your mouth, gaining a scoff and a punch on the arm from you, which made him laugh more, "how about you lie down on the bed while I run you a bath? Or do you want something to eat first?"

“I prefer the bath," you answered, but your look changed from a sweet one to one full of illusion, “wait, would you really run me a bath?”

“Ouch, are you that surprised?”, he answered with mock offense, bringing one of his hands to where his heart would be, making you laugh, “I'd make you as many as you want. Aigoo, my baby works very hard”.

You chuckled again, this time hitting him in the chest, “stop fooling around and go run me that bath, ‘cmon”.

“As you wish, Captain," he replied mockingly, putting a hand to his forehead as if he were a soldier.

Once Lucas left the dining room to go to prepare your bath, you headed to the kitchen with difficulty and opened the fridge looking for some snacks. You decided on the cherries in a small bowl, assuming Lucas had gone to buy them earlier this morning. You smiled sideways and took out the bowl, sat down on the counter and started eating.

“Babe, come on, it's ready!,” you heard him call you from the bathroom. You let out a sigh, shifting your gaze between your feet and the floor, “Y/N?”

“I can't!,” you answered, putting three cherries in your mouth, chewing slowly.

“Why not? What's the matter?,” his voice got closer and closer until your boyfriend's pretty face came through the kitchen door, “what's wrong?,” he asked in a soft voice as he walked over to you and looked with amusement at the bowl of cherries, “hey, that was meant for me!”, he whined, pouting cutely. You rolled your eyes and, without saying anything, stretched your arms in his direction. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow before crossing his arms, “you don't expect me to carry you, do you?”

You smiled excited as you waved your still raised arms at him, “please~”

Lucas sighed before he let out a laugh and ruffles your hair, making you squeal, “just because I love you”.

In less than two seconds you were in his arms, bridal style. You noticed how he held you with one arm, which made you frown, and turn your head, watching him grab the bowl of cherries with one of his hands. You looked at him with both eyebrows raised, waiting for an explanation, "what? I'm hungry”.

The moment Lucas opened the bathroom door, you tried not to let your mouth brush the floor. He had decorated the bathroom with red scented candles and dipped a bath bomb in the tub, giving the water a golden color.

You stared in awe at your boyfriend as he set you down and looked up at you with a proud smile.

"Baby, you didn't have to," you said stroking his cheek with your thumb.

He directed his hand and placed it on your wrist to pull it away from his face and give it a gentle squeeze, "come here," he replied leading you to the tub. He began to remove your thin jacket, then your shirt and undershirt.

You looked at him intrigued, "Xuxi, I understand you feel like doing things, but I'm too tired".

He looked at you in confusion and, after looking at the clothes now lying on the floor, opened his mouth and then quickly closed it. He brought his gaze back up to your face and gave you a gentle smack on the forehead, “No, pabo, I don't want to do anything”.

Without waiting a second longer, he bent down and unbuttoned your pants and then started to pull them down your long legs. You couldn’t help but bristle as he left a chaste kiss on your inner thigh. You've always felt self-conscious about your legs. You weren't what was considered the perfect ideal in Korea and, although you didn't like to admit it, the looks and comments people made about you had made you insecure about that part of their body.

Lucas knew that, in fact, you didn't need to tell him. When he saw that you stopped wearing skirts or shorts he knew something was wrong, and he didn't hesitate to show you how perfect you were for him and that the only important thing was that you felt comfortable in your own body. And he had not stopped proving it to you to this day.

“Do you want me to take off your underwear?,” he asked, looking down gently at you.

You ducked your head, embarrassed and slightly blushing, but it didn’t take you long to nod. Lucas smiled in response and, as gently as he could, placed his long fingers on your hips making your skin crawl. That was adorable to him, so he deposited a small kiss this time very close to your groin. Slowly, he began to pull down the small piece of cloth still covering you and threw it on the floor along with the rest of your clothes.

He immediately stood up, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you around, making your back face him. Delicately running his hands up your arms, he reached the clasp of your bra and nimbly unfastened it. Then he turned you again and tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear and smiled sweetly at you.

He hadn't looked down once. He kept looking into your eyes the whole time and thinking how he was so lucky to meet you and delight in sharing moments like this with you. Despite the years you've been together and the fact that this isn't the first time he's seen you without any clothes on, this moment felt, without a doubt, absolutely special.

“You are beautiful," he whispered, causing your cheeks to turn crimson red. Since the first date he hadn't stopped complimenting you and making you feel like the most special person on the planet, but you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious every time he emphasized how important you were to him.

And there he had you, completely at his mercy. You felt so small under his gaze yet so powerful. You knew it was at times like these that he would do whatever you asked, just as he knew you would do the same for him. But Lucas treated you with such affection that, even in this situation, he would never hurt you, in any way, shape or form.

“I heated the water just the way you like it, even though it's probably not as hot now as you'd prefer. Sorry about that," he smiled apologetically at you, making it inevitable that a smile took the shape of your lips, "oh, I also poured the bubble soap”.

“How could I have been so lucky?,” you asked rhetorically, hugging him by the waist but keeping your head up to see his face.

“You'll have to specify a little more, I don't know if you're referring to me or that I had to fight with an old lady for the last bottle of soap," he joked, provoking laughter from both of you.

“Thank you," you said sincerely, looking him straight in the eye.

“Don't thank me, sweetie,” he winked at you as he took you by the hand and helped you up the small step that was blocking your easy way into the bathtub. Once inside, you laid your head on the curve, where there was a towel to avoid further pain.

Lucas knelt down and began to wet your hair while you closed your eyes at the soothing sensation. Minutes passed and you had already gotten used to the temperature and pampering of your boyfriend. Lucas took the shampoo and made you sit up so he could apply the soap more easily on you.

You were hugging your knees, which were pressed to your chest. You didn't know how but, somehow or other, you still felt weak in front of him. You were so in love with him that if moments like these were to end someday you wouldn't know how to go on with your life.

After a few minutes, Lucas' soft fingers were tangled in your hair, gently massaging your skin in an attempt to clear your mind. Later, he rinsed your hair and applied vanilla soap (your favorite) on a sponge. Then he started to rub it on your back and then on your arms, chest and legs.

Some of you will say, couldn't she do this on her own? But you only say that because you don't know how romantic and tender it is to have your favorite person take such good care of you.

A splash aimed at your face snapped you out of your thoughts. You quickly brought the palms of your hands to your eyes and wiped away the traces of water that had lingered in the area. When you finally opened them you found your boyfriend holding back laughter. You raised an eyebrow and didn't hesitate to return the splash. That quickly turned into a water... and soap war.

“Ouch!," you squealed as a bit of suds got in your right eye. You immediately felt Lucas lean over the tub and pull your hands away from your face. He held your chin with his middle finger and thumb and turned your face in his direction.

He grimaced at the sight of your eye and stroked the bottom of it with the thumb of his other hand, trying to dry the area a bit, “It's a little sore, does it sting?”

You shook your head, "No, but you're going to pay for it," at the look of confusion on your boyfriend's face, you splashed him again, making him scream and provoking laughter from both of you.

After a few minutes of trying to regulate your breathing, Lucas turned around and grabbed the bowl of cherries he had brought with him. He carefully set it down on the step of the tub and directed a cherry to your mouth. You gladly took it and playfully bit his finger afterwards, to which he raised his eyebrows.

“Don't heat up what you don't want to eat," he warned, popping two cherries into his mouth. You laughed and moved a little closer to him. Luke picked up a cherry again and directed it at you, but you frowned and took it from him, leaving him confused. You made the gesture of handing it to him, bringing it closer to his mouth, but when it was already brushing his lips you quickly pushed it away and popped it in your mouth. You let out another laugh when you saw his annoyed face, "don't tempt me, y/n," he scolded you with fake annoyance, to which you stuck your tongue out at him.

Once Lucas finished bathing you he sat on the floor, resting his elbow on the step and holding your head with the palm of his hand. He smiled internally when he saw you playing with the little foam that was still left, passing it from one hand to the other and putting it back in the water. You were silent for a few seconds, feeling how his gaze never left you for a moment. You decided to raise your head, meeting the loving eyes of your boyfriend, who looked at you as if you were the most beautiful and expensive work of art in any museum.

“Why are you looking at me, Xuxi?,” you asked in a low tone of voice, closing your eyes and resting your face on your knee, which was sticking out of the water.

“How beautiful you look," he answered, holding back the urge to pull you out of the bathtub and hug you for the rest of the night. You opened your eyes and smiled broadly, making Lucas' heart pound, so much that he felt like it was going to burst out of his mouth. “Do you want me to leave so you can enjoy the bath by yourself?,” he asked with the intention of getting up and leaving the bathroom.

You quickly shook your head and pulled your arm out of the water to grab one of her hands and entwine it with yours, “stay with me, I always enjoy being with you”.

“I know, you tell me that every night," he joked, causing you to splash him again with the now cold water in the bathtub, eliciting a laugh from him.

Lucas moved his free hand to your knee that was closest to him and began to caress it, slowly lowering it until his hand was submerged in the water, continuing his caresses on the top of your thigh, very close to your hip.

You couldn't stop your skin from prickling again at such a sensation. It seemed that Lucas had some power over you, that he had somehow bewitched you so that, every time he touched you, wherever it was, you felt your legs tremble. Every time his fingers came into contact with your skin you felt soft electric shocks, which not only passed through your sensory nerves, but reached deep into your heart. You had often wondered if this was what people called "being in love", because if this sensation was the definition of being in love, then you had achieved the highest position.

“It's so cute how your skin prickles every time I touch you," he whispered, bringing his face close to yours, allowing you to smell his minty breath.

“That's the effect you have on me," you murmured back, directing your gaze to his pink lips.

“Mhm, that sounded sexy," he teased, giving you a gentle pinch on your thigh, causing an intense blush to take over your cheeks.

“You're weird," you laughed, bringing your hand in the direction of his, which was still underwater. You brought it to your mouth and placed a short but gentle kiss on his knuckles, then rested your cheek on the top of his hand. “Don't you want to get in here with me? The water is just the way you like it”.

He shook his head, "I'm fine here, I like looking at you”.

You were silent for a few minutes, looking at each other and thinking about how much you had missed each other.

“You're shaking, do you want to go out?,” Lucas asked, stroking the back of your hand.

When you nodded like a little girl, Lucas got up from the floor and walked over to the corner where your towels were on the electric towel rack. He grabbed the softest one and spread it out, shaking it gently to finish unfolding it. Then he picked up a smaller one for your feet and walked over to you, holding the one for your body with one hand and stretching the one for your feet on the edge of the tub. With his free hand he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him to lift you up, helping you cautiously out of the tub, getting your feet onto the towel that was laying on the floor. He made a gesture with his head for you to move your arms away from your sides, which you did, and, with a smile, he wrapped your body in the soft towel.

With one hand you held the towel so as not to drop it and pulled it even tighter to your body. He then bent down to open one of the drawers on the shelf and from there he pulled out another towel. He walked back over to you and turned you around, with you facing the mirror and your back to Lucas. He lifted the towel and dropped it over your head, then began to move it in gentle circles, massaging your scalp. You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to relax.

“You're the best boyfriend I've ever had," you opened your eyes wide when you heard him laugh. Had you said that out loud?

“I don't really know whether to be flattered or offended," he joked, finally dropping the towel from your head, meeting your boyfriend's amused face through the mirror.

You felt your cheeks heat up from one moment to the next and smiled apologetically at him. It was true, you had never had a boyfriend before, and it wasn't something you used to be ashamed of, not until now.

“Well, I think you should be flattered," you said, putting a clip on your towel so it wouldn't fall and turning around. You moved as close to him as possible and raised your hands to place them on his shoulders. You stood on tiptoe so you could reach his face, “even if I had a thousand boyfriends, you'd still be the best," you smiled as you watched Lucas bite his lower lip trying to hold back the huge smile that was about to escape him. Without waiting another second you pressed your lips to his, in a short and soft kiss.

“Tell me something I don't know," he teased making you both laugh before melting into another kiss, this one much longer and more passionate than the other, in which you showed each other how much you loved each other and how much you needed each other.

It was at that moment that you realized how lucky you were to be with a man like Lucas. Because he wasn't a boy, he was truly a man. And best of all, he wasn't just any man, he was your man.

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[antiherocorner]

Huh... Alright, I'm doing... I think I'm doing it...

This is my very first fanfic ever... I'm still learning... This is a part 1 thing... I'm currently in the middle of a university exam period, so I couldn't finish the whole story yet, but I will as soon as I can, but I don't want to wait anymore... My English is okay-ish... It's not my native language, so there maybe some grammatical mistakes, I hope it's still readable... I tried my best... Just bear with me, I'll try to learn and improve... I'm very nervous...

Facts about the story: there is no age mentioning, Reader is around 25-26, I made Daniel younger in my head, 34-36 (single, no wife, no kids, let's respect the real Brühl family), Reader is female, I am Hungarian as well (possible Hungarian language in the future), I'm studying Russian (possible Russian language in the future), and I just started learning German, I used translater (sorry if I messed it up but, I really tried, please tell me if it's horrible), and one more thing... I have never met Daniel, nor I went to Berlin (yet, I really want to, and planning)... All of this are imagination, dreaming, and a little searching...

Warnings: none?... i think?... Apart from the horrible language uses and horrible jokes... Maybe swearing.

(Bad) Summary: a Hungarian girl goes to Berlin with a Russian friend of hers, as tourists. They always wanted to visit the city (not because Reader has a crush on the one and only Daniel Brühl, and wants to go to his tapas bar...of course). When the Reader goes back alone to the bar, Daniel is there too... The big meeting, adventures, fun, love, shitty romcom vibes ahead... (i hope the story is better than the summary...)

And now, after this awkward rambling, I present to you:

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With Love from Berlin

Part 1

You couldn’t believe it. Finally, after months of preparation, you and your best friend were finally here, in the heart of Germany, Berlin. It was very different from what you were used to. Coming from a small city from Hungary, this was way bigger than your imagination. All kinds of people from different cultures merged into one. Museums, cafes, bars, restaurants, you didn’t even know where to begin. You took a deep breath in your hotel room. Your friend insisted on getting different rooms, in case she or you find someone to have a good time, if you know what I mean. Well, rather your friend, than you. You wanted to come here after many years, and you were finally here, so you want to experience as much of this city as you possibly could, you’re not gonna waste your time on a random (or more, glancing at your friend) man. 

You arrived at the hotel around 1.00pm, so you decided to go get some lunch somewhere close. You were a little bit tired of the long hours on the train. Just around a corner from where you were staying there was a tapas bar. Bar Raval. Your friend wasn’t really into movies that much, or actors in particular, but you knew that place, although you have never been there. You didn’t think about yourself as a “fangirl”, but you really admired the work of Daniel Brühl. You knew there was little to no chance that you could get even a tiny glance of him, but in over all: you would be happy just to say that you were in his bar. Your friend liked Spanish cuisine, so it didn’t take much to convince her to eat there. 

A Hungarian and a Russian woman walked into a Spanish restaurant in Germany, Berlin. Sounded comical. The place looked very friendly and funky. There were some people, not really a crowd. You decided to sit in the corner, with your back to the wall, so you can observe your surroundings. Your friend sits down opposite you. A waiter comes up to you:

- Willkommen! Was möchten Sie gerne? - he asked, looking between the two of you.

- Oh, sorry, we don’t really speak German. - you said with quite a thick Hungarian accent, because you got nervous due the potential language barrier.

- I see, It’s okay. We usually have all kinds of tourist here, so you’re good. What can I get for you two? - he asked with a welcoming smile.

You weren’t sure what you wanted to eat, you weren’t familiar with Spanish food at all, so you just trusted your friend to order something. She ordered something with pasta, and another thing with pasta. You had no idea what she just said. And some juice. She smiled at the waiter who scribbled down your order, and of he went. You looked around while you were waiting.

- It’s nice isn’t it?

- Yeah, it is. Quite bohemian. I would have guessed you would want to go to a traditional German restaurant. Why are we here? - smiled your friend knowingly.

- Well… You know…

- Is this the place of your man?

- What?! Shut up… - blushing - I just like his movies, that’s all… Anyway, I just liked the pictures of this place…

- ...and him…

- ...AND I wanted to check it out myself, ok?

- Ok-Ok...

You smiled at each other. You were best friends for years now, you could communicate without much of words. The waiter arrived with your plates. The food was good. In fact, more than good. In general, you prefer other cuisines, but you really liked this Spanish place. In Berlin. Odd, in the best way. After the lunch you went back to the hotel. Your friend wanted to go to a small club in the evening, so you decided to just chill throughout the afternoon. 

The traveling took the better of you, as you didn’t just not feel fresh after your nap, but you actually felt like shit. Your friend on the other hand really wanted to get going. So you assured her and yourself that it’s fine if you didn’t go to a club. She was a strong woman, and the club which she picked was just a couple of blocks away, so she decided, after she made sure that it is truly okay, to leave you behind in your room. You have never been a party-animal anyway, and you really just wanted to plan for tomorrow. There were so many things you wanted to watch in the city. After a few hours of planning and searching, you eventually fall asleep on the couch.

In the morning, luckily, you felt much better, more of yourself than in the previous afternoon. You took a shower, get dressed (purple converse, dark skinny jeans, blue tank-top and a blue/black checked shirt...nothing can go wrong dressing like this, you thought), grabbed your camo, ex-military little gym bag, locked your room’s door, and went to knock on your friend’s door. It took a few minutes, some groans, and other small noises, when she finally flung the door open. The sight was hideous.

- The hell happened to you? - you really tried not to laugh.

- Laugh, as you like… I had a good time. Drank more vodka that I could handle though…

- Are you alone or…?

- I am… Calm down, I didn’t get lied… Although I tried… But I didn’t!!! - she said quickly after she saw the frown on your face. - But I feel very shitty… My hangover is killing me, I didn’t give out anything yet… But I might throw up at any minute now…

- How can I help you? Stay with you? Bring you something from that little shop we saw yesterday?

- Some water would be nice… But I don’t want you to see me like this… And I will be fine, i’m just gonna rest today… You can go on on your sightseeing trip.

- Are you sure? I’m gladly staying with you…

- No, no! You wanted to come so badly, I don’t want to take a day away from you. I will be alright.

- You promise?

- I do. Please, just go. - she smiled at you.

- Alright. I’ll go grab you some water, and… I don’t know, go for a walk or something. Get breakfast.

- For the mentioning of food, your friend’s face went green and particularly jumped into her bathroom.

- I’m coming back in a minute or two! - you shouted after her, than closed her hotel room’s door.

You went down to get some water, some bread and some crackers which would be easy on her stomach, yet she still would be able to eat something throughout the day. You knocked on her door, which opened just slightly, an arm came out to take the bag from your hand, a small, weak “Спасибо” and just like that the door was closed again. You giggled to her door before you headed down to the street.

You honestly didn’t really want to explore many things without her, so you tried to keep your excitement low. You decided to go back to that bar where you ate your lunch yesterday. You liked it a lot, and it wasn’t a new place to discover, which meant that your friend wasn’t missing out on anything. You went to the bar. It was still early morning, not many people were there. A few old people, some of them are couples. The younger generation (yours) was probably still sleeping. Besides, the place was more like a lunch/dinner kind of place anyway. The waiter looked up and recognised you.

- Good morning! Alone this time?

- Good morning to you too! Yes, my friend had a wild party last night, and she is standing at the gates of Hell right now.

- That sounds bad. - he laughed.

- It is, she looked scary… - that made him chuckle.

- So what can i do for you today?

- I would like just a cappuccino, please.

- Alright, just sit down, I’m on it.

- Thank you!

You sat down at the exact place where you did yesterday, next to the window, with your back to the wall. You put down your bag, and looked around. With less people, the place looked cozier. You really did like it a lot. Eventually, your cappucino arrived. You thanked it, and tasted it. It was delicious. You were one of those people who liked to read next to a fresh coffee, and you always had a book around you. You took it out from your handy-dandy bag and started reading it, holding it a little up in your hands, leaned back on your chair. You were reading one of your favourite books (Pushkin - Anyegin), while sipping a good morning cappuccino, in a nice place. You just relaxed to the small sounds of the bar and sounds of the city, which infiltrated through the door and windows.

- Eine interessante Wahl von Buch am Morgen. Interessanter als eine Zeitung, das ist sicher...

No. Just...no. You were hallucinating. You felt like everything was frozen around you. From out of 2.8 millions of people (roughly), you would recognize this voice. His voice. You physically could not look up.

- Omm.. I’m sorry, I didn’t understand what you just said… - you said with the weakest voice and in the thickest accent ever, in your whole damn life. You hoped that if you make this man say another thing you fall back to reality.

- Oh, my bad - he giggled - I just said that it is an interesting choice of read in the morning, it sure is more interesting than a newspaper.

Shit, this was the reality. 

You dared to look up, and your eyes met the most chocolaty eyes ever on this whole planet, but at least in the whole of Berlin. The owner of those eyes was leaning on the chair opposite you.

- Hello. I’m the owner of this Bar, I’m Daniel. - he offered his hand to you.

- Hi, I kno...i mean I’m (Y/N), I’m the costumer…? - you finished with a questioning voice and all you wanted was for the ground to open, swallow you, and with that wipe you out of this universe. You shook his hand, without looking at him directly. His hands were warm and secure. After he released you, you closed your eyes, already feeling the burning sensation in your face. You heard a deep chuckle.

- Yeah, I guessed that. You’re not from Germany and you aren't British either, aren’t you?

You opened your (Y/E/C) eyes only to meet his curious ones.

- No, I’m not. I’m just a tourist here, I’m from Hungary.

- Oh, I’ve been there. It’s a lovely country. Would you mind if I sit down? - gesturing to the empty chair opposite from you.

- Yes… I mean no… - you took a deep breath - If you would like to you can sit with me. - This is just going great...

You earned another deep chuckle from the man in front of you, while he sat down.

- So… What are you doing here alone, in Berlin?

- I’m not alone.

- Oh… Anniversary? - for a moment you thought you saw something in his eyes. Sadness?

- Not that either. I don’t have anyone to celebrate such things. I came here with my friend, but she got wasted last night, and probably at the moment she is agonizing in her bathroom above the toilet.

- Hm… that’s not nice. - curiosity was coming back to his face.

The two of you stayed in silence. It wasn’t really uncomfortable, you were just terribly shy, and couldn’t stop blushing. You even tried to hide some of your face by leaning on one of your palms, and sipping your coffee.

This is aweful. Daniel f*ing Brühl is sitting opposite me, and I can’t even look at him. He must be thinking I’m one of those fangirls who just can’t keep it together before their idols. Which is true, but he shouldn’t have to know that…

But he wasn’t thinking that. Quite the opposite actually. You were so out of place in his bar, he had to approach you. There was something in you which made him intrigued. While you were trying to hide, which he found a little bit cute and entertaining, he tried to study you as well. There was something in you. He felt like he wanted to know your story.

- So what’s the plan for today?

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[thespiritoflife]

I wondered for a long time if I should put it here or not. I have had this story written for a long time. 😃🙈 I have decided that I will put it here.😁It's not what I usually write about, I know, but I also love the world of Marvel! Enjoy it. Do you want another chapter?

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x you

Summary: Infinity war. You're in love with Bucky, but you will turn to dust. In his arms...

Warnings: grammatical mistakes, quite long story, maybe a little bit sad?

Part 2 is here

Love turned to dust

I looked at Bucky.  He looked ... tired.  I was sorry that he still had no peace and had to go to war.  To Infinity war.  I wanted to tell him something.  I wanted to tell him how I felt about him.  That I love him.  But I didn't say anything.  I was just watching him talk to Steve.  At that moment, he seemed to be happy, not as tired as usual.

I went out.  I felt the friendly rays of the sun on my face.  It was so beautiful in Wakanda.  I would like to live here.  But I couldn't.

I heard footsteps.  Natasha.

"You should tell him, Y / N. What are you waiting for?"  She asked, sitting down in the meadow with me.

She was the only one who knew about my feelings for Bucky.  She noticed it herself.  She noticed it mainly because I looked at him differently than I looked at the others.

I sighed.  "I can't. I can't ... I don't think he likes me."

"So you'd rather be tormented by that uncertainty than move on? With or without him."

I was silent.  "I know you're right ... but ..."

"But? Go. Until it's too late. Look, he's coming here."  She nodded.  And really.  He was walking outside with Steve.  Steve then returned inside.

Natasha got up and I was still sitting.  Bucky registered me and gave me a long look.  These looks ... I've always been confused by them.  Does he like me?  Or doesn't?

Then he shook his head.  Did that mean he wanted me to go to him?

Natasha quickly solved my dilemma.  She put me on my feet and normally rolled me to him.

"Natasha!"  I hissed, but then I gave up and walked over to him.

"Hi, Bucky,"  I said.

He looked at me.  "Hello, Y / N .. shall we walk?"

His proposal pleased me.  I nodded and we started walking.

"It is beautiful here,"  I said.

He nodded silently.

Okay, let's do it.

"I've been wanting to tell you something for a long time ..." I began but he interrupted my speech.

"Sorry, Y / N."

"Sorry?"  I did not understand.

He sighed and took my hand.

"You're a great girl, Y / N. I love you. But a girl like you shouldn't date me!"

I widened my eyes.

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

He shook his head with regret.  "No. Trust me, I wish I could be the man you deserve."

Now I interrupted his speech.  "You're not serious, James Buchanan Barnes! So I've been in love with you for a few years, and when I finally decide to tell you, you'll tell me you don't deserve me! How can you say that?"

He looked desperate.  "Y / N, doll .. I .. I love you, I've always loved you, but .. I'm not able to have a relationship. I'm sorry .."

I could feel the tears in my eyes.  "Okay. Okay. I see. You're not able to have a relationship. So you don't care? You don't even want to try it? Do you love me and still give up on me?"

He was silent.

"Forgive me."

"I've been waiting a long time. I won't wait any longer, Bucky. I love you. So you better be alone than with me."  with these words I ran.

I heard my name scream, but I ignored it.

Infinity war.  I felt soulless. I've felt like a machine without feeling ever since Bucky kicked me out.  I didn't want to feel that way, but it hurt.  Very.

I avoided him on the battlefield, which was quite difficult, but so far I just caught him looking at me.  He looked sorry.

The fight went well for me, some opponents were stronger, some were not.

Now I was fighting that disgusting creature when I heard Buck's voice say, "Y / N! Behind you!"

I turned quickly.  And really.  Behind me stood another opponent.  He wanted to plunge his sword into my back.

I reacted quickly.  I plunged my sword into his chest and quickly killed the previous enemy.

I looked at Bucky.  He was just shooting from the gun, and on his other hand, he had ... a raccoon, who was also shooting.

I'd rather not think about it.

I noticed Thanos suddenly.  He appeared out of nowhere.  He had a glove.

Thor also registered him.  I ran after Thanos.  I knew my help would be needed.

I noticed Wanda.

"Wanda! Thanos is here," I told her quietly.

She turned pale.  She knew what that meant.

"I'm sorry,"  I said.

"I ... I can't ... I can't ..." she said.

"You must. If you don't, half of humanity is gone!"  Maybe I was too cruel, but ... but otherwise, it wouldn't work.

Tears appeared in her eyes.  "You don't understand, Y / N. Do you love someone so much that it hurts? No, you don't,"  she answered for me.

"Wanda. You're wrong. I love him so much it hurts. But I let him go. Please. Do it. We don't have time."

I heard footsteps behind my back and turned.  I started fighting with another villain.  This one was very strong.  I noticed that Wanda was gone.  My heart ached for her too.

My opponent stabbed me in the hip.  I hissed in pain.

He grinned.  He approached me and quickly took my sword from my hand.

He wanted to kill me.  He was already ready to kill me ... when he fell out of nowhere and blood was pouring from his back.

"Y / N. Are you okay?"

Bucky.

"Thank you for killing him. I would be dead ..." I muttered.

Bucky was interested in something else.  Blood was still flowing from my hip.

"Sit down."  He ordered.

I did as he said.

"Does it hurt?"  he asked.

"Yes."  I blinked and stared at the sky.  I didn't want to see his beautiful blue eyes.  He knew I was talking about something else.

He was silent.  "I'm sorry."

He pressed his hand to my wound.

"It's okay. I don't want to force you."  I said quietly.

"But I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kicked you out like that."

I smirked.  "It's okay. Really."

I lied.

He laughed.  His laugh warmed my heart.

"I still recognize when you're lying, doll."

I smiled.  "I wish it over. We deserve peace."

My bleeding gradually stopped.

"There will be peace. Once."  Bucky said not very convincingly.

There was complete silence suddenly.  Bucky and I looked at each other.  What was that?

"Oh no. Thanos snapped," sweat dripped from my forehead.

"No. It must be something else." Bucky was still looking for hope.

I shook my head.  "No. It'll only be this. We lost ..."

We silently watched as our comrades-in-arms, and our friends turned into pieces of black dust.  It was a terrible sight.

I began to feel a strange feeling in my chest.  I did not feel well.  I knew  what that meant.

I looked at my feet.  They slowly turned into pieces of dust.

Bucky noticed that, too.  He immediately took me in his arms.

"Don't go, doll. Stay with me."  He begged.

Tears streamed down my cheeks.  "It's okay. Let me go."

"You don't deserve it. I should have gone instead of you..."

My whole legs turned to dust eventually.

I looked at Bucky.  "I love you. Remember that."

"I love you too. I'm sorry. Stay. We'll have a happy relationship. We're not going to war. We're getting married or what. Just please stay ..." As soon as he said that, I felt the world slowly sink into darkness.  I didn't feel anything.  There was no more Bucky.  No one was here anymore.  Me neither.

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[sicjimin]

Jimin's Stomach Bug Adventure (3/3) ✔

A.N : Yess this is the final part of Jimin's stomach bug adventure with Yoongi and Hyuna 🥰 I hope you enjoy this little ride with me ~ If you ever have another idea about what to write in this little family, please do hit me up ! and I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes !

TW : emeto

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Jimin opened his eyes slowly, having no energy to argue or whatever. So he just nods and slowly making his way to change his clothes. Yoongi's hand wrapping his waist, knowing that if he didn't do that, Jimin might face the ground.

5 minutes later, they both coming downstairs and met Hyuna's figure that sit silently on the couch, She already wear her shoes and everything. Her legs bounce up and down, maybe because she's bored or because she's worried. Her head shots up when she heard footsteps from the stairs. She runs to Jimin and hug his feet, "Appa let's go to the doctor !!"

Jimin laughs weakly and pats her head, "Okay princess"

Yoongi has prepared few plastic bags and placed one on Jimin's hand. Just in case.

Hyuna is sitting quietly in the back seat, enjoying the night view while sometimes asking Yoongi's few questions. Yoongi answered every one of it enthusiastly. He took a glance at Jimin that currently leaning his head to the windows, he is dozing off. Yoongi moves his hand to Jimin's knuckles and rubs them slowly.

The road to the hospital is fine, because much to his surprise, Jimin is not throwing up during the ride. Yoongi thoughts the younger might throw up in the car since on normal day he was prone to motion sickness and now, in addition to it, he got a stomach bug. That's why Yoongi is quite surprised.

Yoongi is making his way to do the registration while Jimin and Hyuna waiting in the waiting room. Once Yoongi back with them, Jimin leaned his head to the older shoulders and Yoongi hands just automatically found its way to pat Jimin's hair slowly.

"They say it will be 15 or 20 minutes more until your turn", Yoongi says softly. He could feel Jimin nodding on his shoulder.

They are waiting. Hyuna is busy with the plushies that she brought earlier, Jimin is sleeping on Yoongi's shoulder, and Yoongi .... he just watching whatever programs on that little TV in the waiting room has on. 8 minutes passed, Jimin suddenly moving from Yoongi's shoulder and sitting up straight. He's breathing rapidly and looks distressed.

"Hyung .. I'm gonna throw up again. I feel sick", Jimin says softly through his gritted teeth. Yoongi hurriedly brings the plastic bag and give it to Jimin.

" Do it while facing me, Jimin-ah"

So Jimin did even though he was quite confused why he should be facing Yoongi just to throw up —later he found out that its because Yoongi didnt want people to stare at him being sick— so he turns his body facing Yoongi, almost hiding at his husband's shoulders. Then, his spine curves as watery vomit filling up the bag. Another wave immediately following suits. He tried to retches as quiet as possible. This time, his vomit comes deep from his stomach since he could feel his stomach muscle clenched harder. Jimin let out a weak groans and gasped for air as silent as possible before he vomited again.

Yoongi was busy rubbing his back, sometimes whispered in his ear to remind him to breathe. He also could feel Hyuna's little hand rubbing his back too.

He's done being sick just in time when the doctor called in.

"Mr Park?"

---

Drive back home is way more quiet, Hyuna already passed out in the back, and so is Jimin. Yoongi make a mental note on his head to make Jimin eat something light and take his medicine. Jimin really got stomach bug but a quite severe one according to the doctor, they already prescribed the younger with anti-emetic and antibiotics, so hopefully he will be fine tomorrow. 

Yoongi turned on the music, dont want the car to be too silent but also dont want to disturb his husband and his little princess in the back. It only take 10 minutes drive and they are safely arrived. Jimin and Hyuna both half-awake walking to the bedroom. Yoongi giggles at the adorable sight. 

“Jiminie, just go to bed, i will take care of Hyuna”, Yoongi says softly to his tired husband. Jimin just nods sleepily, not having any energy to muster a proper respond, and walk upstairs while Yoongi carries Hyuna to her room and tucked her in bed. Yoongi not immediately go to his and Jimin’s room, instead he retreat to the kitchen, making soup and tea for Jimin so the younger could take his medicine. He’s not gonna risk having Jimin vomiting at 3 AM again. It only took 10 minutes for him to make and he brings it to their room. He opened the door slowly and saw Jimin’s figure curled up inside the blanket. Yoongi placed the tray on the table next to the bed, and ran his hand to  brush Jimin’s hair, “Hey, Jiminie, wake up” 

Jimin is a light sleeper, so just with a light pat on his head he already opened his eyes, “Huh? Hyung?” 

“Lets eat something first and take your medicine” 

Jimin’s throat tightens at the image of putting something inside his stomach, “No hyung, let me just eat breakfast tomorrow morning” 

“Jimin, no, you need to eat something so you can take your medicine”  

“No”, Jimin covered his body up until his head inside the blanket. Yoongi sighed at the sight. It will take way longer than he expected and he is already tired after the doctor visit and working. So he tugs the blanket, “Jimin”. Jimin looked up at the older, his heart clenched a little when he heard Yoongi’s stern tone. He knows that Yoongi is tired after working and now, the older still need to take care of him, but Jimin really couldnt bear the thought of eating now. His stomach still queasy. He’s sure he will just throw all the food back up and he’s tired of vomiting. 

“Hyung, there’s no use of me eating now. I’m still so nauseous and it will just come back up. I’m tired of vomiting ..”, Jimin's voice cracked at the end.

"Just 3 spoon of it, okay? after that you can go back to sleep"

Jimin says nothing and brings the spoon to his mouth. He loves Yoongi's cooking, but now it feels bitter in his mouth. He couldn't taste anything. He managed to take down almost half of the bowl before gagging wetly to his hand. Yoongi shows his gummy smile as he takes the bowl, exchanges it for the medicine. Jimin gulped down the medicine in one second and then hurriedly curled his body again. Eyes squeezed shut and counting his breath because god, he's sure everything he just put down is battling to let out of his body again. He could feel Yoongi placed a soft kiss on his forehead and ruffles his hair before walking out to the kitchen.

5 minutes later, Jimin feels the bed dipped and then arms wrapped around his waist. Making its way to give a gentle rub on Jimin's stomach. It's calming. Jimin melts under Yoongi's touch.

"Are you still feeling sick?", Yoongi whispers. Jimin could feel the older's breath under his neck. Sending shivers under his spine. Jimin nods and turned his body so he could dive his head to Yoongi's chest, seeking comfortable warmth. " Mhm, 'm still feel so nauseous. It feels like if you move my body a little, I would throw up right away"

It's true. Since he ate his soup and downed the medicine. It feels like vomit sits in the back of his throat, waiting for the right trigger to rush from Jimin's mouth. Yoongi moves his hand up and down on his back, "I'm sorry you're feeling this sick baby, lets go to sleep, okay? you will feel better tomorrow morning"

Jimin just snuggled his head to Yoongi's more and gulped down a wave of nausea that just hit him.

Yeah, he will feel better tomorrow.

---

The next morning Jimin wakes up happily. His body feels light, his stomach is calm, no more sloshing and deeply settled nausea. He feels a lot better.

He's ready to greet his husband Good morning with a few kisses —maybe, as a thankyou for taking care of him. But his face falls when he discovered that his husband is nowhere on his side.

Jimin could hear Yoongi's faint retches behind the bathroom door.

Shit

Jimin should think about letting Hyuna sleep with Namjoon and Jin for few days until this stupid stomach bug is gone from their house.

Yes, he needs to.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!yoongi #tw emeto

[screesflanagan]

My New Boss Part 1

Author note: So, first of all, I wanted to say I'm doing this because I want to learn my spelling, because English is not my mother language and because I enjoy it. If you find any spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Please kindly inform me about them, I would be happy. Thank you and now have fun reading! :)

Inspired by: the series: what's wrong with secretary Kim (I haven't taken over everything, just a little. The rest consists of my ideas.)

GIF: My own

My life begins

I successfully finished school and went on a job. I really wanted to be a secretary for a company and have a boss like in the movies. So I applied to 3 companies.

avinci, Cansi and Foiss

I waited patiently for an answer.

I received 3 letters and the 2 companies rejected me and I wanted to start crying. But when I opened 3 letters I screamed as loudly as possible and let my neighbors get scared.

The company Foiss has accepted me and I should go to my rehearsal day and application interview on Monday. I lived alone and run around my apartment like a madman.

I call my mom right away and yelled right in her ear on the phone

"MOOOOMMM !! AHHHHHHH I GOT AN JOB!!"

I took a breath and kept screaming

"I HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AT FOISS AHHHHHHHHHHH"

My mother yelled back and we both burst into tears.

"MOM! IMAGINE MY BOSS LOOKS GOOD AND I'LL GET RICH AND MARRY HIM AHHHHHH I GOT AN FUCKING JOB!"

That went on for a long time. It was getting late and I was getting tired from all the excitement. I screamed my energy out of me.

Monday:

The day had come and I got up 1 hour earlier so as not to be late. I put on black pants and a white and black painted shirt. Over it a black long coat. I had my hair curly and loose. I sprayed myself with perfume and took my papers with me. I went out of the house and made myself nervous and excited on the way to my new job.

I arrived and went in. I just said what my name was and I was let in immediately. I talked to a man called Alex who explained to me everything and what I should do for my boss. My trial day began. I looked around like crazy every time. I wanted to know what my boss looks like. I asked a worker and she says he's not here today. I was a little sad because I was so excited about it, but I still did my job.

Alex came to me again.

"Hey, Kim. If you have any questions I'll be in the office" he showed me where.

"I would like to ask you if you could prepare 2 cups of coffee with some cookies and bring them in for me."

I smiled at him because he was very kind and said

„Of course."

He smiled at me and left.

I went to work and looked for the kitchen where I can prepare it.

"Good mornin"

says a manly deep and a little rough voice behind me.

While I get out a cup, I say back

"Good morning" I see a hand with rings and a silver watch on my right. The hand took the sugar and left. I Ignore It and just kept going.

I finished with two cups and put them in a tray and served it nicely so that it makes a good impression. I took the tray and walked to the office that was shown to me.

I knocked on the door and then I went inside. I open the door and say

"Here are your 2 cups of coffee"

I see Alex and then I saw someone to his right when I looked at the person I saw that he was also looking at me.

"Who‘s tha?" says the one who sat at the desk and looked at me directly. I suddenly felt cold and uncomfortable.

Alex says "This boss is the new girl named Kim Legacy I told you about" He starts me from the bottom slowly upwards. He laughs and then looks at Alex. I kept walking and tried not to drop the coffee. I put it down and when I wanted to leave I heard him say.

"I want to see ya efter I've had ma coffee"

I turn to smile at him to show that I get it. I walked out and closed my eyes from the feeling that he was starting after me.

I closed the door and walk back to my office as quickly as possible.

I closed the door and breathed as if I had run up two steps. I finally met my boss and my wish came true - he looked so good.

His hair was brown and combed back and he had a brown beard. He was wearing a black suit that made him so attractive. As he spoke, I noticed that he has an accent and I have a big weakness for good-looking men with a deep voice and an accent. I knew this was going to be a long and difficult day. What I found a little bit strange but it looked good on him was that he has a scar on the side of his cheeks that went from the corner of his mouth to his ear.

I was working and suddenly heard a knock.

I open the door and I am so scared.

I bent over and tried to breathe in

"I'm sairy did I scared ya?"

says the man and I started to laugh and blushed because my boss was standing in front of me.

"Everything is fine. I don't know why I was scared myself"

He laughs back and then I saw that he has dimples and my heart kept beating fast.

"I just wanted to pick ya up so tha we could start tha Job Interview now"

I laughed and say

"Ah right." I picked up my folder and he held out his hand so that I would go out first.

When I stood next to him I noticed how tall he is. I was getting warm and I felt the heat in my ears. We walked to his office together and I did breathing exercises to calm myself down. We stopped because a woman asked him something. When he stood next to her and looked at her iPad, I stared at him. He just looked so good. I start on his scar and wondered what happened, but I start more because I wondered how good someone with scars can look. He explains to her what is on the Ipad and is very close to her. I continue to stare at him and only see how he lifts his head and sees how I stare directly at him. He smiles at me and lets his dimples poke out of his cheek and looks back at the woman. She goes and he looks at me and I immediately look at my folder and set it up. As we walked next to each other, I smelled his perfume and I almost passed out from it.

He opens the door and says

"After ya madame"

I thank him and went in. In my head, I freaked out. because he said madame to me.

I sit on the couch and he also sits down and opens the button on his suit jacket. He looked so incredibly handsome that I bit my lip lightly while he was taking some pages off the table.

He put one foot on the other and I, bad girl, watched between his legs. My eyes went wide when I saw the big bulge in his pants that can't be overlooked. I immediately looked away thank god he looked at the papers.

"I'm so bad" I think out loud and he looks at me and says

"Pardon?"

I look at him and blush.

"I just said that I was very nervous"

He laughs back and says

"Don't be nervous. I don't bite" and laughs as he looks at his papers.

I died in my place because I got an head cinema. I would like to hit my head against the table because it was so embarrassing.

He took his leg down and came forward and my eyes immediately went where they don't belong. I wondered if he had an erection or if it was just big.

"Mrs. Legacy? Do ya hear me"

says a voice and I immediately shake my thoughts off my head.

"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry, I was just wondering if I already got the chicken out of the freezer"

I stopped and realized what I was saying. At first, he looked at me in shock, but then he laughed out loud and covered his face. His laugh was so incredibly beautiful. It was a deep laugh with a very nice sound which made him even more attractive.

"I'm sorry I talk shit when I'm nervous"

I say and am redder than a tomato. I want to run away !!

"Haha all good! Tha definitely made ma day better. Ya're funny when ya're nervous"

I also covered my face.

After he finished laughing he said while a woman came in.

"We're starting now. So tell me something about yourself" The woman is sitting next to him and he is not looking at her, just me.

I look at the woman and then at him.

"My name is Kim Legacy and I'm 20 years old. I graduated and I've always wanted to be a secretary." I gave him my papers and my finger lightly touched his.

As he flipped through, he says

"Ya have a very nice name. Kim legacy. Is there a meaning behind ya name?" He looks at me and I say, "So in English, it comes from Kimberly and that means warrior. But my mother took the name because Kim means gold in Korea."

I stroke a hair behind my ears and he put the papers away and say

"Tha's interesting. A very nice interpretation. Ya golden warrior" He laughs and the woman next to him laughs too. Because of his smile, I also had to laugh a little loudly. He looked at me when I laughed.

He asked me questions about my degree and other things.

Finally, we were done and we got up. He wrote something and the girl walked out and it was just the two of us.

He stands up, puts my paper away and comes to me and holds a piece of paper in front of me, and says

"I'm looking forward to seeing ya on Monday"

I thought I was dreaming. I scream and hug him while jumping. I let go of him immediately when I noticed that I was hugging my boss and immediately said

"Omg, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hug you!"

He stood there in shock, but then he smiled at the floor.

I said „thank you“ and walked past him to the door and he says

"Mrs. Legacy!"

I turn around and he says

"Ya forgot ya confirmation."

I turn around again, take the sheet, „thank you ad sorry“ and go out as soon as possible.

When I closed the door I screamed and ran into my workroom where I immediately called my mother and told her.

She was happy for me.

I took my things and walked out.

Hope you enjoyed my very first story and I'm sorry if I have spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. Be patient with me haha.

#tommy flanagan #oneshot #fanfiction #writing #fanfic #first story

[twisted-writing-mess]

Get This Right

Song fic.

Characters: Rook Hunt, Reader

Notes: Rook deserves more love so here is my participation in the “time for Rook to get what he deserves” squad. This idea came up while I was listening to the Frozen II soundtrack. Hope you’ll enjoy! Have an amazing day, wherever you are!

Also, @jangmi-latte​ you said something about wanting to be tagged on Pomefiore related stories so I did! (I hope it doesn’t bother you)

Please also note that English is not my first language, sorry for any grammatical mistakes.

Usually, Rook was not the shy type. He was the fambloyant type. Every person in this school was aware of his shiny presence. He was known for his theatrical enters, his French nicknames, his hunter habits, but also for being such a colourful yet nice person. The only one who could keep up with the strict Vil Schoenheit without any problem. He had more than one admires.

Yet, there was one person who always managed to surprise him and, I dare say, to make him flutter.

You.

He met you on his very first year here, at Night Raven College. You caught his eyes right away, with your beautiful hair, your cute face, your shiny eyes... But most importantly, with your wonderful personality. No matter what your qualities and flaws were, for him, every single part of your being was perfect just the way it was.

At first, as usual, it was a hunting game for him. He would look at you from afar, analyzing your every move and habit, taking mental notes of everything. Your physical abilities, your way to speak, your attitude toward your friends, your reactions when meeting an obstacle...

“Just go and talk to them already,” Vil sighed one day, while Rook was looking through the window with a longing look in your direction. That silly smile and blushing face... The beautiful yet poisonous student was getting tired of it, since Rook was not paying attention to their current experiment.

Yes. He is right. He should. And he wanted to. But when he finally decided to make the move, you beat him to it.

“Why are you stalking me?” You asked, as soon as you spotted him. And that was it. It was as if Cupid shoot him an arrow right into the heart. Since he was not reacting, you waved your hand before his eyes.

“Are you free for lunch?” were the first words he ever said to you. And without really knowing why, you accepted his offer.

This was how you became friends. Rook quickly grew closer and closer to you, until finally asking you out half way through your first year. This day, you made him the happiest man in the world. Until now.

Third year. It will soon be the end of your shared third year among Night Raven College. And it was also your third year of relationship. Rook was starting to have troubling thoughts. When this year will come an end, then what will happen? Will you stay here and try the fourth year? Will you go back to your homeland? The hunter was scared. He could not be separated from you. He refused to. And suddenly, a bright idea. The right thing to do. He knew it was what he wanted. But will you?

“You want to ask for their hand?” Vil asked, absolutely stunned by his friend’s announcement. “Mon cher roi de poison (1), you heard me right,” Rook exclaimed, “I can’t stand the thought of losing them, I want to be together with my sweet love for my whole life!”

This exclamation was so Rook. The hunter came to his trusted friend, and hopefully one day wing man, for advice. He wanted to get this right. It was such a rare vision, the flamboyant Rook being unsure about how to act. But his eyes were burning with determination and dedicated love. Vil sighed. He could not go against his Vice Dorm Leader.

“I will help you with the ring,” he finally said, “I can’t let you ridiculed yourself by choosing something unfitting.” A large smile appeared on Rook’s features. The Pomefiore Dorm Leader was really the best friend he could ever ask for.

Weeks passed. Weeks during which Rook rehearsed his love speech, the on-one-knee position, the ring showing moment... With the participation of a tired Vil.

And finally, he felt ready. Today was the day where Rook will propose to you.

“Mon rayon de soleil! (2)” Rook exclaimed, running to you. You stopped in your track to wait for him to catch up with you. “Hello, Rook,” you smiled before giving him a kiss on the cheek once he was next to you, “I haven’t seen you the whole day. Where were you?”

“I was quite busy, unfortunately, but just seeing you now was enough to brighten my day,” he smiled sweetly. Always so smooth. "Then, if you're less busy, let's walk together," you offered. And he gladly accepted. Now, it was the perfect opportunity for him to strike.

He made sure the walking led you away from people's eyes. He wanted to make his move away from people, just the two of you for this magical moment.

"Mon ange (3)," he called, suddenly stopping. You stopped soon after to look at him with curiosity in your eyes. You were caught off guard by the look on his face. Your lover, Rook Hunt, actually seemed unsure. Troubled. Nervous.

"Rook, are you alright?" You asked, your voice full of worries. Oh no, here, he worried you. The hunter looked down, not looking at you anymore. It only made things worse.

"Oh, Rook, I'm sorry," you hurriedly say, "you're tired and I made you come with me, I should have let you go home and rest."

"It's not you!" His outburst surprised even him. He calmed down, noticing your own troubled look. "It's me... I..." He hesitated, his cheeks turning a cute shade of pink. You really were the only person able to make the flamboyant Rook bashful.

"Mon amour (4)... You always manage to swip me off my feet, and I hope I make you feel as happy as you make me happy," he started, "there was times where I wondered if you didn't deserve someone better than me."

"What? Rook, why would you think-" "Non, non, let me finish, please," he cut you off. If he did not get it out at once, he feared he might lose his words again. He could not believe he rehearsed his proposal for hours with Vil only to stutter in front of you. This was unlike him.

"I want to get this right, to be the right one for you," he admitted. "You are the most extraordinary person I've ever met, and I am so grateful I was offered the blessing to share my everyday life with you for three years now."

You listened to Rook with absolute attention. The more he was talking, the faster your heart was beating. You could feel your cheeks grow hotter too. His words were making their way to your heart, squeezing it lovingly. You could squealed out of happiness, but you kept control over yourself, not daring to interrupt him again.

"And I would love it if you would make me the honor of... Of..." Rook patted his pocket, only to feel nothing there. "Wait..." He checked every of his pockets. Nothing. "I forgot the ring..."

"What is it?" You asked, not understanding his mumbles. Rook looked panicked now. "Rook?" You reached out to him, only for him to run away from your touch. Literally. Rook suddenly ran away.

"Rook, wait! Come back!"

The hunter ran away from his one and only. He did not dare to look back. "Good job, Rook," he thought to himself while running, "you just ruined the moment."

He could not believe it. How could he forget the ring?! He did not get this right, in the end. How would he come back to you after running from you like this? And how would he face Vil after ruining both of their efforts? Going back to Pomefiore now might not be the best idea. But the ring had to be there, in his bedroom.

Rook took some time for himself, to calm his nerves and his panic, before heading back to the Pomefiore Dormatory. His plan was to take the forgotten ring before going to search for you. He was still in time to save the situation. Right?

But everything stopped when he opened the door, only to see you in the Dorm Hall, talking with Vil. Maybe it was still time to run away again.

"There you are," your voice called out. He understood he could not run from this. You made your way to him with a determined walk. He was already planning an apology. You stopped just a foot away from him. The hunter was about to open his mouth to apologize, but once again, you beat him to it.

"Mister Rook Hunt, will you marry me?"

He was stunned. You were looking right into his eyes. You had the confidence he lost. And at this very moment, you were more beautiful than you have ever been. A large goofy smile made its way on his lips. It was as if he was falling for you all over again. What did he do to deserve such a magnificent being?

"It would be my honor!" Rook took you in his arms, turning around with you cradled against him. He stopped, setting you back down. His forehead against yours, his adoring eyes were looking right into yours.

"I'm going to be the man you deserve," he smiled. "You already are, silly," you replied.

"I will make your life the most beautiful one in the world," he added. "You're doing pretty good so far," you chanted.

You wrapped your arms back around his neck to bring him down to your level. He gladly accepted the physical invitation and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. When you parted away, Rook longingly stared into your eyes and caressed your now red cheek. "We got it right."

"No, you did not." Vil finally manifested himself, showing the ring box he was holding in his hand. Oh, yes, the forgotten ring.

---

(1) Mon cher roi de poison: my dear poison king

(2) Mon rayon du soleil: my ray of sunshine

(3) Mon ange: my angel

(4) Mon amour: my love

#disney's twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #self insert #Rook Hunt #Twst Rook #Twst x reader #x reader #Rook x reader #One shot #twisted wonderland scenario #twst scenario #Twst one shot #Twisted wonderland one shot #Pomefiore #With Vil's help

[ruhorih4ra]

Hello again! 🐏 This is part 13! It contains violence, angst and horrible descriptions of horrible things (why can't I word things better you ask? I'm tired af, my brain is done.)

You may find lots (and I mean it, lots) of grammatical mistakes and inconsistencies (me translating a sentence in spanish to english even tho I don't know if it makes sense xDD upsi).

Get out of my way 🌈

You remembered everything at once, their faces, your own feelings of agony. There was an essential question waiting to be answered. Are these little D.’s here because of your corrupted soul or, maybe, have you been corrupted because of them? Does it really matter? You looked at your hands and then at Lilith, she seemed angry.

“Five times this week!! You couldn't be satisfied with any of them!” You didn't like the sound of that. “What are you implying?!” you asked. Lilith didn't hold back, too emotional after having remembered her brothers’ faces of anguish. “You want to hurt them!! That little demon of greed appeared because you can't get enough, no amount of suffering can satisfy you!! You want to hurt them to the point of no return!!” Each word pierced you more than the previous one, you felt caged between the wall and the sword. You had no shield and Lilith was merciless.

“That's not true.” you said, your voice barely perceptible. “Oh but it is! I begged you to stop!” The former angel wanted to say more but noticed the eerie silence and lugubrious atmosphere. She looked at you and guilt washed her over, you had paled and tears streamed down your face. “Mc, no... I'm sorry. Mc I-”

“Is it true, Lilith? Did they try to hurt our brothers?” Both you and Lilith looked towards the voice, Lucifer's voice.

You hadn't noticed how the Little D.s' chattering stopped, now all of them stood up impersonating the brothers. They were looking at you from their place, a few meters away, standing still in complete silence, with their eyes looking through you. “It's getting cold, we should go home.” You tried to ignore them but something felt wrong.

They seemed dangerous, you felt like a prey under their gaze. “Go home? I thought you didn't want to be part of our family? You don't have a home, do you? Not here.” Lucifer said. You knew he wasn't the real one, but it was getting harder and harder to tell. “Hey! Shut up and go back to your nonsense!” Lilith put a brave front, even though she felt weaker than ever before. “They tried to kill Belphie, Lilith!” Beelzebub said. “I Would never do that, Beel!” you replied. Lilith's eyes widened in desperation. “No, no, no!! He's NOT Beel!”

You couldn't even think about moving, your figure engulfed by darkness on a night with no moon. From behind you felt Mammon's breath and his voice whispering in your ear. “Mc? Is it okay now?” You turned around swiftly and Mammon revealed the figure of Leviathan with his mouth severely sewed. He was paler than usual, and the bruises around the stitches gave him an even worse look.

“Levi!!” you pushed Mammon away and warily took Leviathan's arms, caressing his face and tenderly touching his now half scarred lips. “No, no, Levi! Oh my god, Leviathan! Why did you do this?!”

“Mc! He’s not Leviathan, he’s a Little D!” Lilith screamed.

“Hmmf morm.” Levi tried to answer, both the stitches and the blood prevented it. “Shhh!! Don't talk!! Let me help you.” tears running down your face, the tremor of your hands equalling the one in your voice. “May the vestiges of pain that linger within the demon before me be eliminated."

Suddenly, Leviathan forced his mouth open, breaking the stitches and covering you with blood. “For you, Mc. I did it for you.” Shock crossed your face and your mouth dropped.

Lilith stared in horror at your worried figure, to her it was obvious that you couldn’t properly distinguish between her brothers and the Little D.s "MC! Levi is safe. He’s not here!” She walked towards you, but before she could reach you, the Little D. of Pride in the shape of Lucifer took her hand, “I have to thank you, dear sister.” Lilith only watched Lucifer, clearly confused. “What do you mean?”

Lucifer laughed before exhaling a satisfied sigh. “We wanted to push them, we wanted to press all their buttons.” He watched intently to Lilith as his smile grew wide. “But who would have guessed? It was you who did it first, our little sister.” Lilith couldn’t shake Lucifer’s grip, couldn’t escape his eyes. She turned her gaze to you, screaming to get your attention. “Mc! Run!”

You cast spell after spell, but Leviathan’s wounds didn’t heal, on the contrary, they got worse. “Levi, don’t worry, it’ll be okay.” You felt Levi’s blood on your face and the smell filled your nostrils. “Your words can’t cure me, they only make me worse.” He said, and you sobbed, trying to speak but only three words came out. “I’m sorry, Levi.” Your tears mixed with the fake blood of the Little D. of envy, if you weren’t so distraught you would have noticed how the eyes of the little demon glowed with joy and amusement.

“Mc! They are the Little D.’s! Mc!” Lilith shouted with all her will, but it was useless. Your unfocused eyes, your shallow breathing, your red and swollen eyes. “Forget it, Lilith. It's too late for them, you couldn't save them, neither you nor your brothers, not even the prince, no one.” Lucifer said.

“Mc?” Beelzebub touched your arm, momentarily distracting you from Levi’s injuries. “Beel?” You replied, narrowing and rubbing your eyes. “Do you know where Belphie is?” Beel asked. Suddenly you did not hear a sound, you saw Lilith scream but everything was in complete silence. You felt your ears clog and an oppressive atmosphere. Beelzebub grabbed your forearm and squeezed it until you screamed. “Ahhh Beel! Stop!” But his grip tightened, his mouth inches away from your ear. “I obeyed you but I’m still hungry.” Your breath was caught in your throat while your heart fought to escape your rib cage. “W-what?” You murmured before hearing a loud thump at your feet. Slowly, your eyes looked at the object that had fallen.

You wanted to scream, to let out the most horrible, painful scream you had ever heard. Instead, no words came out of your mouth. Only the failed attempts to breathe, only tears running down your face. A million shards of glass stabbing your heart, but you couldn’t even move, as Belphie’s head rolled until his lifeless eyes met yours.

“MC! LOOK AT THEM, LOOK AT HIS EYES! THOSE ARE NOT MY BROTHER’S EYES!!” You heard Lilith’s voice like a soft echo even though you knew she was screaming. You wanted to believe her, but right there, looking straight at Belphegor’s eyes, it was clear to you. Belphie’s purple eyes were looking at you, it was him. Not the completely black eyes of a Little D. but the soft purple color and the speck of pink that fades in between. But if they had color that meant that… no, it couldn’t be real.

“Mc!” Lilith shook off Lucifer’s grip and ran towards you, you tried to meet her halfway, weakly raising your hand towards her, but she vanished before you could touch her. A white mist surrounded you, with the fading voice of Lilith calling you. “L-Lilith?” You could not see a thing, your eyes looked into the white fog searching for anything. Unexpectedly, Asmodeu’s face appeared in front of you. Eyes out of his sockets and a smile from ear to ear. “Booh!”

“AAAHHHHHHH!!” you ran into the woods, no matter if you were blindly running into the night, away from the path and safety you knew. Anything was better than this.

Lucifer had gone to a meeting with Diavolo, they were drinking and he was on his second drink of demonus. He wouldn’t be lying if he said he couldn’t stop thinking about you for even a minute. Where were you? Would you ever forgive them? Was it too late for him?

He yearned for your presence, your laugh and the comfort of your smile pressed against his lips. “I should go now, Diavolo.” he tried to get up but a sharp pain shot through his chest, right where the mark of your pact it’s located. Diavolo hadn't heard Lucifer's groans of pain in a while, he was at his friend's side in seconds. “Lucifer!? What's happening!?” The Avatar of pride tore his shirt in a feeble attempt to ease the pain, he looked everywhere searching for you. You were calling him, he could feel you all over the place and then nowhere. “Lucifer!?” Diavolo's voice carried urgency, he could smell the burning skin of Lucifer.

“M-mc is in danger.” Lucifer murmured, trying to breathe. Diavolo cast a glance towards Barbatos, but it was not necessary as the butler was already on his way.

Mammon was laying on your bed waiting for your return when the pain hit him, his chest burning and his back arching painfully until his knees touched his forehead. Although it was paralyzing, Mammon changed into his demon form and quickly left the house of lamentation, frantically looking into the darkness of the devildom’s night. “MC!!!” His voice was desperate, loud and frantic. “Treasure!!” The pain increased and forced him to fall on his knees, but he never stopped calling your name.

Satan watched how Asmodeus’ eyes widened just to quickly close again, how the pupils of the demon of lust dilated as he tried to breathe. “Mc!” Asmo gasped, before falling abruptly. “Asmo!” Satan squatted down but the feeling of your burning pact stopped him, his mind became blurry and from one moment to the next the only thing in his field of vision was the ground. “We have to help them! We…”

You couldn’t see anything, the branches hit your face and scratched your skin to the point of bleeding, but that didn’t stop you. Your legs burned from the effort, you weren’t aware of how much you ran but it didn’t feel like it was enough. “I’m sorry Lucifer!” you screamed, but it wasn’t as loud as you wanted, you were out of breath and the cold air was painful to breathe. “I’m sorry, Levi!” You said. Your legs couldn’t run anymore, but you kept walking, pushing your limits. “I’m sorry, Belphie!” You murmured, no longer moving. “I’m sorry.” You cried.

“I’m sorry, Belphie!” The eyes of the avatar of sloth opened, was it because of the nightmare? Was it because of the intolerable pain in his chest? He didn’t care, he was awake and you weren’t there. He tried to move, but it was impossible, something similar to sleep paralysis. “Mc!!” he cried. “Beel!” he tried again. When he managed to move, the first thing he saw was his twin gasping form, unable to move or pronunce a word. Beelzebub didn’t need to say a word for Belphie to understand, they were feeling the same, you were on danger. You were here with them, you were far away, gone.

Leviathan felt a burning sensation in his chest, fire blazing his skin. However, when he sensed your pact, he felt cold. As if the water seeped into his lungs and sank him into the ocean, cold and alone. And above all that, you. You asking for his help from the surface. “Mc?” Your call through the pacts grew in intensity and the pain did the same.

You wanted to call them, to say sorry and speak the truth. You wanted them to come for you, but at the same time you were afraid. Afraid because you had their lives in your hands and they were ready to give in. No, you couldn’t call them even if that’s what you desired the most.

Something moved behind you, you tried to fight but you were too slow to react. Too slow and too weak, your legs could no longer support you and you fell, who knows where.

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