my writeup on the typing styles in mourner
prefacing this with: im assigning personality traits to typing styles here, but i dont think any of it actually applies to real people. its basically like assigning characters birthdays that place them in a star sign that reflects their traits -- its fun! but its not real
also, to be clear, there are both diagetic and non-diagetic aspects to all of this! for example, if a character TYPES IN ALL CAPS, its safe to assume theyre a pretty loud person. these are also how each character would type if they were actually talking online!
azazel
typing style: usually all lowercase! frequent user of exclamation marks and ellipses... uses CAPS or Title Case for emphasis. usually drops punctuation at the end of a "paragraph"
analysis: lowercase reflects his generally carefree attitude and naivete. her punctuation habits reflect her tendency to say things a bit too loud or excited, as well as trailing off a lot. the usage of CAPS indicates when they are intentionally emphasizing something, and the use of Title Case is more like... anxiety? though it is also used for emphasis, theyre pretty interchangeable
also worth noting is that azazels typing style (and, therefore, speaking style) is modeled after my own. this provides little (if any) insight into daer character but its a fun fact! in my original design documents i think i literally wrote "just type normally" or something LOL
isaac
typing style: usually all lowercase, little/irregular punctuation, frequent spelling mistakes. uses handwritten uppercase when having a breakdown (i didnt make typos here for legibility)
analysis: lowercase reflects that theyre soft spoken and that combined with the almost complete lack of punctuation makes them feel younger. his spelling mistakes ive explained before as him stumbling over his words or stuttering, plus a secret reason that will help us later. the handwritten uppercase reflects that she has trouble controlling her volume when breaking down, as well as her words being garbled through sobs (and MORE word stumbling)
maggy
typing style: Proper case and punctuation. Frequent use of exclamation points! Sometimes uses emoticons instead of punctuation :D
analysis: so the original concept here was kind of a "more grown up" version of isaac. this can be seen through the proper case and punctuation compared to isaacs lack of either. her typing style also shows how bubbly and excitable she is! if you freaked her out a lot (which hasnt happened) i think she might start speaking in lowercase with a typo or two. she definitely wouldnt go full isaac though. also i think whenever she "says" an emoticon shes probably making some sort of contextually appropriate noise (her autistic swag)
cain
typing style: all lowercase with no apostrophes but otherwise semi-frequent punctuation. uses CAPS for emphasis
analysis: well... hes just a little boy. his typing style shows how little he cares for social rules and also how easygoing he is. very much like azazel! nothing in particular to say about him
judas
typing style: Perfect case and punctuation. Mostly uses periods and ellipses.
analysis: this is honestly just the perfect typing style for him its so... like, if youre typing on the internet, this style of typing takes MORE effort than, for example, how im typing right now. but its generally accepted as the "best" style to type in for formal purposes. so it shows a little bit of his complexity already. on top of (and/or because of) that, it also gives off a sort of "academic" vibe, which is very judas
judas shadow, when/if they show up, will have a completely different typing style, due to the entire gimmick of judas shadow being [if you know you know]
blue baby
typing style: all lowercase. sporadic punctuation. usually either has really short sentences or really long run on sentences
analysis: this is another "isaac but DIFFERENT" typing style LOL. the entire idea of blue baby as a character is "what if isaac just did not care" so it makes sense on that level. as seen in other lowercase sporadic punctuation typing styles, it showcases blue is more laid back and careless
eve
typing style: Proper capitalization. Doesnt use punctuation except between sentences in the same "paragraph". Usage of apostrophes in contractions is inconsistent
analysis: this specific combination of typing quirks makes it feel like she speaks in monotone, which is true. originally the intent was for the proper caps to give an air of elegance/maturity (which is a reading of eves character i have mixed feelings about) that would be somewhat undercut by the lack of punctuation
also, the inconsistent apostrophes was a complete accident (ie, the first time it happened it was actual real life out of universe typos) but i feel like its a thing that real people actually do and therefore gives a bit of realism to her!
samson
typing style: Proper case and punctuation. Makes more typos as he gets angrier.
analysis: very simple typing style for a very simple guy! proper case and punctuation gives a somewhat grown up feel, which is very samson, but thats pretty much all there is to be said about it
lazarus
typing style: Proper case and punctuation. Uses CAPS for emphasis, as well as using question marks to show surprise or as a filler punctuation? Uses ellipses pretty frequently as well...
analysis: another simple typing style for a simple guy. the use of question marks and ellipses reflects that he trails off a lot and doesnt really speak with confidence
eden
typing style: varies between many different typing styles
analysis: whenever youre trying to find a new identity for yourself, or generally want to change things up, the easiest thing you could possibly do is type a different way. since eden is still trying to find their own sense of self, it makes sense for them to switch up typing styles. instead of it being occasional (which is how it might happen in real life), i decided to make it change every post, just for funsies
also theyre the randomly generated character so of course they do this. bluh
the lost
typing style: Proper case . Uses a space before punctuation, except commas and apostrophes . Does not use contractions .
analysis: these traits give their dialogue a sort of "airy" or "magical" feeling. perhaps even dignified, when you factor in the way they actually speak (word choices and phrasing)! it also reflects (to me) that they speak very softly and choose their words very carefully
i dont think anyone in real life actually types with spaces between ALL punctuation, but it WAS inspired by how french people will add a space before "high" punctuation. i thought it was neat but i hate the french so its good i have an association with it that isnt them now
keeper
typing style: SHORT SENTENCES IN ALL CAPS. DOESN'T USE COMMAS. USES PERIODS OR NOTHING INSTEAD. TENDS NOT TO USE PUNCTUATION AT THE END OF A "PARAGRAPH"
analysis: obviously inspired by the fortune telling machine. the not using commas thing is due to technical limitations, but it also gives the impression that he speaks pretty quickly, which is fun! the rest of the style gives the impression that he speaks very matter-of-factly and also that he speaks pretty loud, which are both true
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Coquet, Part 10 | JJK
Coquet, Part 10
\ kĆ-âËket
Definition: noun. a man who indulges in flirtation.
â«â«â«Coquet Masterlistâ«â«â«
Pairing: Escort!JJK x Fem-reader
Rating: M (đ)
Genre: Fake-dating!AU; Strangers to lovers; fluff; angst; smut
Warnings: cussing; sexually explicit language; JK hair brush-up (if that's legitimate?); vulnerable confessions; heavy pining; angst (not super dramatic, though); discussion of relationship/commitment fears; alcohol consumption; tooth-rotting fluff; fingering; masturbation; OC and JK have such filthy mouths; the return of the devil suit; oral (F-receiving); clit play; nipple play; protected sex; dirty talk; praise kink; semi-clothed sex; riding; multiple orgasms; cuddling; bed-sharing; MORE tooth-rotting fluff in the end
Word count: 11,529K words
Summary: On your brother's wedding, you dread traveling to see your familyâwhom you have successfully avoided for over a year after moving across the country for work. In an effort to save face, you hire an escort to get them off your back and perhaps even make your exâwho happens to be the best manâa little jealous.
A/N: This is going to be another long one because it's the finale! First off, thank you to the best betas I could ask for: @internetjunkdrawer and @deepseavibez. I appreciate every insight, comment, and suggestion that you've given in every draft. For swooning and thirsting over this Jungkook. It might be a while before I get over him, TBH. This fic wouldn't have been possible without your encouragement and constant words of affirmation while I agonized over storylines, suffered through several instances of writer's block. I love you both--most especially, you, @internetjunkdrawer. I have you to thank for one of the more significant quotes here--it was deep and I'm so happy that I saved it in my drafts somewhere and found a great spot for it đ
Thank you for always saving me from my worst impulses đ€Ł and keeping me in check.đ
To all of you who have stuck around 'til the end (or waiting to binge this), thank you for the reblogs, comments, asks--you've all given me life!!!đ
Lastly, for Queen Bey--for coming out with such a bomb album that pushed me to finish this. It's that Virgo energy!!! Everything just lined up...
And with that, I'll shut up and let you get right to it. It's wine o'clock!!!đ·
A week after your lunch with Jungkook, you both found the time to meet for dinner at the barbecue spot that youâd been texting him about.
You showed up 15 minutes earlier than the agreed-upon time. You were feeling more relaxed than the last time you saw each other. If anything, you were really excited about tonight.
You took a menu from the host and sat in the waiting area to peruse itâeven though youâd practically memorized it from cover to cover when you reviewed it online, in the days leading up to this. Youâd already made up your mind about which meats and sides you would get. You were only trying to distract yourself because you were fidgety.
Did you actually think you were more relaxed this time? Thatâs what you kept telling yourself.
The pitter-patter against the window had you looking out to find the rain pouring. You had the obsessive habit of checking the weather every morning to ensure that you were dressed appropriately.Â
Glancing down at your knee-high boots, you breathed a sigh of relief before turning back to the menu.Â
You were so caught up with the surroundings, and in trying to distract yourself, you barely heard the door of the restaurant open.
ââHey.â
Your eyes flick up at a soaked Jungkook. He sounded out of breath like he had been making a futile attempt at running away from the rain. At least he had a jacket on, you thought.
âOh no!â Your stomach knotted slightly in concern.
He stood by the entryway shaking the excess water off his hair before brushing it away from his face.
Your stomach was still knottedâŠbut for a completely different reason this time.
âShit, sorry for keeping you waiting,â he said wearily.
âNot at all. I got here early because I wasnât sure how the parking situation would be.â You stood up to try to give him a hug but he quickly put his hands in front of him to stop you. âA-are you sure? I look like a wet dog,â he chuckled.
You wave him off. âItâs just water,â you say and hug him anyway.
âHowâve you been?â He asks after you pull away.
âGood. You?â
âBetter now.â His response makes you smile involuntarily. âUhmâshall we get a table? Maybe the grill can warm you up?â
He laughs while you check in with the hostess, who guides you to an open table. You quickly ask if you could borrow a couple of clean dish towels so that he could dry himself, to which the host agrees to bring it back around.
He gave you a puzzled look. âWhat? I didnât want you to get sick,â you say casually.
âThank you,â he said quietly while you smiled at each other.
******
âOh shit, turns out we did order too much pork,â he grins embarrassingly while you laugh after the server drops your platters off: pork belly, garlic pork belly, spicy pork belly, miso pork belly, galbi, bulgogi, gyeranjjim, and an assortment of banchan.
âI meanâŠthe server warned us that there was going to be a lot of food. Youâre the one who sounded like you hadnât eaten in days.â
âI had a long shift,â he said in between laughs. âBesides, between you and me, I think we can finish this.â
You scoffed at him. âExcuse me? What do you take me for?â
âAh, câmon. Youâve got a healthy appetite.â Heâs seen you polish off a plate of bacon and eggs and enjoy a good dessert or two.
âIâm not saying that in a bad way because I think itâs great. It means you appreciate good food.â You smile while you watch him adjust the flame on your grill.
You both grab your tongs and start loading up the grill with slices of meat.
âIs this weird for you?â
Your eyebrows flick up at his question. âWhat is?â
âBeing out here with me?â He clarifies.
âWhy would you think it would be weird? Didnât we plan on getting galbi anyway?â You say with slight amusement.
He snorts. âYeahâŠbut, that was beforeâŠyou knowâŠâ he trailed off while he proceeded to put more slices of beef on the grill.
You and Jungkook hadnât revisited any of the events that had occurred. That was all in the past anyway. You were turning a new leaf. Starting with a clean slateâŠand all of those other metaphors and idioms synonymous to a fresh start.
âWellâŠâ You gave a thoughtful pause. âAre we any different now from who we were then?â
Now it was his turn to pause, the sound of sizzling meat filling the silence between you two.
âAside from the location and current circumstancesâweâre still the same people, right?â You ask him.
He gave a satisfied nod. âYeah, youâre right.â
âOkay soâŠthereâs no reason for weirdness. Weâre justââ You thought about what the most appropriate way to describe this outing was. âWeâre spending time getting to know each other, right?â
Warmth bloomed within his chest. âYeah, we are.â
You smiled back at him. He goes on to put some cooked slices on your plate, you mouth your thanks to him. You move the piping hot claypot containing the gyeranjjim towards you and away from him when you notice his elbow hovering a little too close to it.
âHeyâweâre supposed to split that,â he barks.
âSheesh, relax! I just didnât want you to get any second-degree burns!â
He chuckles. âIâm just kidding. I knew that. Thanks for looking out,â he says.
You took a sip of your non-alcoholic drink. âI wasnât sure when youâd get another night off,â you say. Since your last lunch 'dateâ, youâve texted and called each otherâit was mostly casual but every now and then, they bordered on flirty.
âI didnât think so, either. I usually work the day shift, then Iâm off in the afternoon unless I get asked to stay a little longer or if Iâm on-call. Iâm sorry it took me a while to find a free evening.â
âNo need for apologies. Itâs your job. It can be unpredictable.â You smiled at him.
âHow âbout you? Howâs work?â
âOh, you know. Weâre gearing up for a second-quarter campaign soâit just means more stress and headaches that I care to discuss off-site,â you bemoaned, giving him a tight smile.
âAh,â he twists his lips. âI wonât mention work again for the rest of this dinner,â he laughed.
You laughed in return. âWhy donât you talk to me about your work instead? Any interesting patients or cases recently?â
âOh! Well, since you askedâŠâ He goes on to talk about one of his cases, sparing you from any potentially gory details.
Heâs enthusiastic and animated about it all. You listened intently, throwing in an occasional question or sympathetic comment, especially when he veers into the topic of which specialty he wanted to go into.
âIâm choosing between internal medicine or pathology. Mayumi said I should do both since I seem to have a knack for either one⊠or at least lean towards subspecialties that overlap,â he chuckled.Â
âItâs nice that your friend is really supportive.â
He lifts a shoulder. âSheâs also worked her way up like me. She knows the struggle. At least her fianceâs been very supportive.â
âSounds like heâs a keeper.â
âYeah, theyâve been together a while. Sheâs trying to figure out how to plan a wedding around our residency.â
âThat must be difficultâŠtrying to balance a relationship and work?â
He stilled, his gaze, perceptive and assessing. âIf they figured out a way to do it, I think that we can, too,â he says softly.
You feel a flutter within your chest. You werenât even alluding to your relationship. You hadnât brought it up in any of your recent communications since you were afraid that it might be too soonâŠand you didnât want to seem âpresumptuous.â But it seems like heâd decided to open that door. âYou think youâd be able to fit me in? With everything that you have going on?âÂ
âWhy wouldnât I?â
You lifted a shoulder. âI donât knowâŠbeing a doctor is challenging and Iâm sure it takes up a lot of your time.â
âThatâs true. But Iâve always thought that if you want something bad enough, youâll find ways to achieve it and work even harder to hang on to it.â
He stared at you softly, filled with a sudden tenderness that made your throat tight. You absorbed his words, struggling to find the right response.
âIâm happy weâre doing this,â you say softly.
âMe, too,â he smiles.
******
It was quite the featâseveral empty plates later. You already knew that you needed to run a few extra laps around your building to work all that food off.
By the end of dinner, you had to be slick about settling the bill since he got lunch last time. He was upset when he found out that you went behind his back. He looked so adorable with his little pout when he said that he was only joking when he told you to get the next meal.
âSorry! You snooze, you lose,â you laughed while you walked out of the restaurant. He offers to walk you to your car. âAt least it stopped raining,â you pointed out.
âYeah.â He digs his hands into his pockets. âSoâwhen can I see you again?â
You paused, mentally running through your calendar. You had a big campaign that you were gearing up forâthe one that you refused to think about during dinner. You might have to put in extra hours for thoseâŠincluding some nights and weekends. Even though youâd rather spend that time with him, you had other commitments.
With a slight grimace, you answer, âCan I get back to you on that? Itâs justâŠwork has been a little hectic so I canât tell off the topââ
âDonât worry. I understand.â
âSorry, I justââ
âWhat did I say about apologizing?â
Your lips curved into a smile. âI just donât want you to think that Iâm not making time for you.â
Truthfully, you were afraid of losing momentum. Last time, you both had full access to each otherâbut that was in a bubble. You werenât in it now. And just as things were falling into place⊠real life had to get in the way.
âI feel like things were easier when we were back at the beach.âÂ
He furrowed his brows. âWhat do you mean?â
Your comment was meant to be nostalgic. Both of you could get to each other with ease. You were more accessible.
You turn to face him right when you arrive at your parking spot.
You sighed briefly. âI just meantâthat we didnât have to contend with different schedules and work our plans around that.â
He nodded, understanding where you were coming from before he smiled winningly at you. âThatâs the thrill of it, right? We get to miss each other more.âÂ
You smiled, wrinkling your nose. âWellâŠwhen you put it that way.â
âSo, weâll just call each other andâŠfigure something out?â
âI guess so,â you answer.
He shifts in his position and takes a step closer. âSoâŠthis is goodbye for now?â
ââGoodbyeâ sounds so final. Can we just settle for âgoodnightâ?â
You see a glint of mischief in his eyes. âAlright. Do IâŠget a âgoodnight hugâ?â
You roll your eyes playfully at him. âWe hugged earlier soâthatâs fine.â
He laughs. âIâm just checking!â He says innocently.
His arms wrapped carefully around your waist and you snuggle into his hold. âWell, this is a weird hug,â you point out.
He nuzzled his nose against yours. âWell, yeahâbecause I wanted to get close enough to kiss you.â
You chuckle softly before he cups your face, tilting your head to the angle he wanted, and pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that left you breathless and stars dancing in front of your eyes.
Pulling away, he took a couple steps backward. âCall me when you get home?â
You nod wordlessly, while you watch him walk away with that familiar confident, sexy stride that turns heads.
******
A week later, although he had work to keep him busy, he couldnât help but fight the urge to bother YN about when they would see each other again.
They maintained communication but it was always âsafeâ in a way where they kept it casual instead of obligating the other to set aside time in their day to make contact. She responded when she wasnât in and out of meetings or conference calls. He texted back when he wasnât making his rounds, completing patient post-op notes, or sleeping.
Jungkook felt miserable and useless. He missed her terribly. But he didnât want to come on too strong for fear of scaring her off so he was treading lightly. Things are different now. They werenât under contract or any time constraints. Relationships like these took time, just as Mayumi had told him and he had to accept that.
Feeling lost after one of his shifts, Jungkook sat in his car before driving home. He dials a number on his cell, hoping that the person would pick up on the other end.
âHeyâŠsorry to call you like thisâŠNo, noâIâm good. I justâneeded someone to talk to. Would you mind if I stopped by?âŠAlright, cool, thanks. I should be there in 15 minutesâŠGreat. See you soon.â
******
He parked his car in the lot at his destination and proceeded to walk up the front doors. Most of the lights were shut off and the âclosedâ sign was turned over. He knocks loudly a couple of times until he grabs the attention of the person sitting by the bar with his laptop.
The man slid off the barstool to unlock the door and let him in.
âJungkookie! Good to see you,â he smiled at him, giving him a quick hug.
âSorry to just drop in like this, Jin-hyung.â
âNot at all. I was just looking through our end-of-week sales for the restaurant.â Jin gestures at an empty bar stool next to him, prompting Jungkook to take a seat.
âWant anything to drink?â
Jungkook declines. âIâm good, thanks, hyung. Iâm driving and I still have work tomorrow.â
Jin laughed. âAlright, Dr. Jeon. I hear ya.â He took a sip of his red wine before getting down to business. âSoâwhat can I do for you?â
Jungkook sighs heavily. âI haveâŠthis client. Ex-client now,â he quickly corrects.
Jin hummed, signaling that he was listening. He was no stranger to client stories. He was always there to offer a sympathetic ear. And even though Jungkook didnât work for him anymore, his door was always openâŠespecially for someone whom he considered as a younger brother.
âWe had thisâŠI donât knowâŠâ He pursed his lips and made wide, slow gestures with his hands, trying to find the appropriate adjective for it, ââŠIntense chemistry while we were under contract. It started off very business-like and I tried to keep it that way but thenâŠI started to like herâŠenough to pursue a relationship with her,â he finishes.
âOkay. Did you propose to see her outside of your arrangement?â
âYes.â
âAnd did she turn you down?â It was sort of an unspoken rule that an escort should not date their client outside the arrangement. Developing feelings towards them or vice versa was also discouraged. Once there was a hint of emotional attachment, the arrangement had to be severed immediately. It was just bad for business.
But since Jungkook was decidedly moving away from the service permanently, he could very well do what he wanted, outside the confines of the contract.
He decides to spare Jin the whole pre-wedding drama since itâs pretty much irrelevant at this point. âWell, no. Weâve gone out a couple times.â
Sensing that Jungkook wasnât telling him the full story, Jin tries to coax it out of him. âNow I know you didnât drive all the way out here after working a 12-hour shift just to complain about a couple dates that you both agreed to.â
He exhales deeply and chews at his bottom lip to sort out his thoughts. âI want to see her again andââ Truthfully, after that kiss, he wanted to pull YN back into his car and drive back to his place, which was only a few blocks away.Â
âI donât know if Iâm trying too hard to control myself orâŠâ he let out a frustrated sigh, unsure how to verbalize it. âI just donât want to come off too eager.â
He cleared his throat before explaining further. âYou once said that, when weâre with clients, you have to fawn over themâŠmake them feel wantedâbecause itâs all about them. You want them to have the best experience.â
He chewed at this bottom lip when his thoughts shifted to YN. âI want to do all that for her. I want to cater to herâŠbutâŠâ he paused for a beat, âI donât want her to think that I see her as another client. How can I let her know that?â When he finishes, he starts to have second thoughts about getting that drink.
He rubbed at his tired eyes and then looked at Jin. âI donât know what it is, hyung. When Iâm with her, itâs like, I have this compulsion to make her want me because thatâs what Iâm used to doing. I wanted to see her again but then she has work andâŠI donât want to be a bother.â
Jinâs eyes shift, allowing for Jungkookâs words to sink in before he offers him any advice. âThereâs nothing wrong with using a similar approach. Itâs all about intent.â He refocuses his gaze on Jungkook. âWhat do you hope to achieve at the end of this? Do you want a big tip or do you want to be with her?â
âI want to be with her, of course,â Jungkook answers instantaneously.
âOkay, so show her that you want to be with her. Show her that you want her!â
Jungkook sighed. âI donât want to overwhelm her, though. I want to do this right, hyung.â
Jin threw his head back and laughed heartily. âOh manâyouâve got it bad, huh?â
He dips his head, smiling sheepishly.
âTell me, whatâs different about her? What made you decide that she was going to be your last?â
He lifted his head to answer Jin. âIt was all a matter of timing, really,â giving him a small smile. âI was feeling exhausted from work and starting to question my decisions. My friend convinced me to take a break; take some time to figure things out. ThenâŠYNâs request came in.â
Jinâs brows knitted. âI recallâŠbecause I thought that you had deactivated everything.â
Jungkookâs mouth narrowed into a thin line. âI did. OrâŠat least I thought I did. I switched phones andâŠI think something got messed up with the syncing or whatever.â He shrugged, thinking about the day that he finally checked his email and saw the notifications.
âWhen I got the notification, I even thought, âWouldnât this be funny if I used this as a test run for a real date?ââ He smiled crookedly. âI just wanted to see what it was like sinceâŠit had been a while for me.â
Jin snorted. âYou doknow that our app is for them to find us, not the other way around, right?â
Jungkook laughed. âI realize how ironic that is, hyung. I didnât know how to put myself out there. SoâŠwhen I responded to her, I thought Iâd start off by giving her my real name. We had the standard talk andâŠwe were in business.â
âAnd you took her money?â Jin asked incredulously.
âNo!â Jungkook answers emphatically. âI never intended on taking it to begin with. I just wanted to make her think thatâŠwhich was why I didnât charge her the full price. I was going to return the whole thing anyway in the end,â he mumbles.
Jin arched a curious eyebrow at that, to which Jungkook nodded at his unspoken query. âI paid the commission out of my own pocket, hyung. I told you that the decision to terminate the date was mutual butâŠâ His fingers started fidgeting, ââŠIn reality, she actually terminated the date.â
As in their existing business code, if both parties agree to terminate the date, the app keeps a percentage of the booking as sort of an âinconvenienceâ fee. However, if the client terminates the date due to unsatisfactory service, they are entitled to a full refund.
âBut she wasnât just a test run. What I didnât expect wasâŠfeeling all of this. For her. I wasnât sure at first but after the last time I saw herâI think I knew. And now, Iâm starting to question everything that I do or say because I donât want to fuck it up.â
âAish, Jungkookie,â Jin shook his head, chuckling. âI think youâve lost your touch!â
âWhat? No!â Jungkook jerks his head back in disbelief, resenting Jinâs comment. Not to be cocky but at one point, he was the appâs top earner. âI may have been off for a few months butâŠIâve done this for a few years! I hardly think that Iâm going through this use-it-or-lose-it situation,â he argued.
Humor and teasing danced in Jinâs eyes. âBro, youâve been off for close to a year. Thatâs hardly a few months. AndâŠIâm not making fun of you or anything. I knew that when you decided to give it up that you had gotten all that you could out of this gig. It doesnât serve you anymore and I get that soâI was surprised when you told me that you wanted to go for it one last time. I figured, maybe you needed some closure since your last client before thisâŠreally affected you.â
When Jungkook got into the business, Jin made it clear to him that he wasnât locked into any sort of employee contract. None of the other escorts were. As long as they were respectful to clients and turned in a small percentage of their earnings, they were free to come and go as they pleased.
Jin leaned backward, feet propped on the bar stoolâs rungs.
âIâve always said that our business is built on the clientâs wish fulfillment.â His expression turns serious. âButâŠIâm sensing that you have your own wishes that you want fulfilled, too. And something is holding you back. What is it?â
Jungkookâs shoulders slump and he pinches the bridge of his nose, unable to verbalize it. If he did, it would make it more real.
âIs it because youâre afraid of rejection?â
Jungkookâs eyes darted back to his hyung. Whatever instincts he had, he learned to hone them under Jinâs guidance. And right now, Jin was reading him like a book. Rejection was a rare feeling for Jungkook. Being an escort boosted his confidenceâit helped him get through those first years of med school. And getting accepted into his first choice for his residency? That did wonders for his ego.
When it came to YNâit was a different ballgame. This wasnât a controlled environment. There werenât any set expectations and there were a lot of outside factors that could come into play.Â
âYa! Come on! I thought I raised you to be more confident than this!â Jin jokingly scolds him.
Jungkook laughs, his nose crinkling.
âOkay, on a more serious note, I know that your situation with this woman has changed. But what have I always taught you whenever you have your first encounter with the client?â
Jungkook sighed as if repeating a mantra that he had carried with him through the years. âAsk them about the nature of their request, then be honest and explicit about whatâs possible and what the escortâs limitations are.â
âPrecisely. Tell me that doesnât apply to your current problem.â
Jin took another sip of his wine and set his glass down on the barâs surface. âIf you want her, tell her and show her that you want her. Thereâs nothing wrong with that! The worst thing about this isnât the fear of rejectionâitâs not knowing. Ignorance isnât always blissful.â
Although heâd already had half a bottle of wine at this point, he couldnât be soberer while trying to get his point across. âAnd just like what we say in our business, if neither party isnât forthright about what they want out of the experience, this wonât be a successful partnership. Do you understand what Iâm saying?â
Jungkook raked his fingers through his hair. It was a mix of exhaustion and a stark realization. He needed to get over his fear. It was that same feeling that he had before that first cut with a 10-blade. He just had to go for it.
âIf you fulfill her needs, thenâyou get what you need, too.â
âWhatâs that, hyung?â
Jin gave him a knowing smile. âHer, of course.â
******
Itâs been a few days since your last outing with Jungkook. You continued to call and text each other to check-in. Work has been a steady distraction and you were immensely grateful for it. You were afraid to admit that you were missing him a lot.
âSoâno word on date number three yet?â
âHis job is not a regular nine-to-five,â you tell Cristina. She furrows her brows as she distractedly sips on her glass of wine.
âOkay. Have either of you brought up the topic of dating exclusively?â
You clicked your teeth. âHonestlyyyâŠâ you dragged out, âWe havenât exactly labeled it or said the exact words. But, based on all of our conversations, it doesnât seem like heâs seeing anyone else.â You reach over the charcuterie board for some chocolate-covered almonds that she had just refilled since they were the first to go.
After some thought, her question began to worry you a little. âBut do you think thatâs bad? That we havenât defined whatever this is?â
Cristina twisted her lips sideways and thought for a few seconds. âI donât think so. Youâve only been out on a couple dates. As long as youâre telling him what you want, how you feel and he does the sameââ she lifted a shoulder, âYou shouldnât worry about anything,â she mumbled while chewing on a cracker that had some brie on it.
She let out a sigh to offer another perspective, out of curiosity. âDo you ever think that heâs the type who gets everything he wants easily? I havenât met the guy but I get the feeling that heâs used to bringing women to their knees. I mean, you guys did sleep together on what, the third or fourth day of your fake-date?â
Then she cleared her throat, suddenly remembering her own âboyfriend experienceâ. âHmmâŠbut then again, I suppose thatâs relatively slow since my guy and I got down the first night.â
You grimaced. âI donât want to think about it that way, Cris. So far, he hasnât given me that impression. Heâs talked about struggling through med school and even now, while heâs doing his residency. I meanâŠif he wanted things to just drop on his lap then he would have stuck to being an escort.â
You didnât mean to come off defensive but you knew in your heart that Jungkook was different. He might have gotten things easily at some point in his life but based on what heâs told you before, there were also parts of his life that were far from easy.
She rested a hand on yours and gave you a compassionate look. âBabe, please donât take my questions the wrong way. I love all this for you. Shit, Iâm very happy that youâre finally putting yourself out there again after everything,â she sighed, âI love you and Iâm only looking out for you.â
Cristinaâs concerns were warranted. Sheâs seen through your post-Haru phase almost in its entirety. Although she was the last person to tell you what to do with your life, she would be the first to call âbullshitâ once she got a whiff of it.
You squeezed her hand in return. âThanks, babe. I appreciate you. Iâll admit, I do feel a bit of pressure to keep things going but, I canât control his schedule and I have my own life to keep up.â
In therapy, youâd learned to let go of things that were out of your control. It helped ease your anxiety on some days.
âI meanâif heâs not pressed, then you should just let the relationship grow naturally. You guys are vibing and communication seems to be steady soâŠâ
You hummed.Â
âDo you like him?â She asks you outright.
âI do,â you answer softly. âI just think that my problem is, I have expectations. I canâtâŠhelp them.â You dismiss your thoughts and tilt your glass up to down the rest of your drink. âI donât know, maybe Iâm just rushing the process.âÂ
You stare at the empty glass for a bit, wondering if you wanted to pour yourself another.
âIs it because you guys just fell so quickly for each other back when you were faking it thatâit feels weird for you that youâre both taking it slow now that youâre back in the real world?â
âIâm not opposed to taking it slow. I mean, we kissed last time we saw each other.â You also couldnât help but mentally kick yourself for not inviting him back to your place for a nightcapâŠor, at least to dry off the rest of his clothes. You sighed, finally grabbing the bottle, and pouring yourself another glass.
âAre you sure you werenât just into the whole idea of him being an escort? You knowâlike a fetish?â
You almost choke on your drink, widening your eyes at her. âOh my god, no! No, thatâs not what it is,â you say vehemently. âJust like your guy, we also had some deep, personal conversations. Even though I brought him there as a ruse, those conversations were real to me. Iâve neverâŠâ you blinked slowly, âIâve never really talked to anyone about my real dad. Not even Haru.â
Cristina winces at the sound of he-who-shall-not-be-named but she knew that opening up about your dad was a huge deal for you. Not to mention the years of therapy that got you to that point.
âHeâs had an idea of my insecurities andâŠall of these other things that make me question myself.â You paused, trying to come to some sort of conclusion. âEven though whatever this is isnât quite defined, the way I feel about him is clear.â
She stared at you pensively while you awaited her response. âI think that you two should really sit down and talk this through. If you would like to get into a relationship with him, then I think that you should tell him just thatâexactly what youâre telling me. Thatâs your language. You need words of affirmation. You need to hear it said out loud because it helps you move along.â
You move your glass in small, circular motions and absently watch the liquid swirl in it.
âMaybe his language is more action-basedâŠor physical.â You thought back to when you and Jungkook were together. He was awfully touchy then and he was also happy to do things for you. You remembered how happy he was when you ordered coffee to be brought up to the room at one point.
âIt sounds like youâre somewhat on the same page, though.â
With that, you take a huge gulp of wine. You never thought of it that way but it made sense. You had to make a move. Enough of this waiting around to find out.
******
After your talk with Cristina, you thought about how youâd give Jungkook that little nudge to hint that you were serious about him and wanted to take things further. Apart from texting back and forth about your days, you hadnât really said anything explicitly indicating that you felt a little more what you were letting on on the surface.
You sighed and picked up your phone. You thought about his most recent message this afternoon. He mentioned that he was on-call tonight. Normally, if he was on-call and it was a relatively slow night, you would text back and forth or talk on the phone until you had to tell him that you had to sign off for the evening.
Since he hadnât texted you since this afternoon, you figured it might have been a busy night.
As your finger hovered on the keypad, you thought about what you could say that meant a little more than, âhowâs your night going?â You started typing.
[You] (11:15PM): I miss you.
And you meant it. After sending, you sink into your covers in your sleep clothes. They werenât your usual silky pajama set but itâs been your standby since getting back from your tripâa pair of boyshorts underneath an oversized t-shirt that didnât belong to you. You happened to discover it mixed in with the rest of your laundry that you brought back.
Itâs gone through a few washes since then but you could swear that traces of him still lingered in it. You shut off your nightlight and close your eyes. You werenât expecting a response from him until the next morning.
 ******
And then your phone rings. You blindly feel for it on your nightstand and hold it up to check the caller ID. It was Jungkook. You barely register that it was just past 2AM.
âHi,â you croaked out.
âHey. Sorry I woke you.â
âItâsâŠalright,â you say drowsily. âWhatâs up? Everything okay?â
âYeah, Iâm alright. Tonightâs been crazyâand then I realized it was a full moon.â
You chuckled softly. âAre you done for the night?â
âNot yet but, I just finally got my break.â
âAnd you thought about giving me a call?â
He laughs softly on the other end. âWellâŠthis might be surprising to you but I was actually thinking about you right before I saw your text.â
âY-you were?â
âYeah. I think about you a lot, you know.â
You smile languidly into the phone and stretch out on your bed. âDo you now?â
âUh huh. I especially think a lot about that time you tied my tie.â His voice was lower now, raspier.
You stilled, gasping softly. âUh huhâŠâ you say in anticipation.
âAnd thenâŠI bent you over that dresser. Remember that?â
You inhaled sharply. You were wide awake now. âY-yes.â
He hummed in pleasure. âIâm not usually one for quickies but thatâs always going to be at the top of my list.â
You bit your lip. âIt was good,â you say. Before you continue, you vaguely remember that he was still at work but it sounded eerily quiet on the other end. âWhere are you? In a supply closet or something?â
âIn the on-call room,â he laughed. âItâs just me. Iâm supposed to be sleeping butâŠI couldnât get my mind off you.â
âSo you decided to call me at two in the morning to tell me that you were thinking about the time that you bent me over a dresser?â Your tone was teasing.
âWellâŠit wasnât just that.â
âOh, did you have other thoughts?â
âI have plenty of thoughtsâŠespecially when it comes to you.â
The way he said your name sent shivers down your spine. You involuntarily press your thighs together.
âShall I tell you about some of them?â
âMm hmm.â
âI canât hear you.â
âYes, please tell me.â
âI think about kissing your lips, my mouth moving down to your neck.â
You swallowed audibly. ââŠon your chest. Sucking on your tits.â
Your free hand moves of its own volition and slides down past your waistband to cup your mound.
âDragging my lips down your stomachâŠMe spreading your legs and kissing your inner thighs.â
âHmm.â
âCan you imagine feeling me there now?â
Your fingers slip between your moistening folds, rubbing while his words drip like honey on the other line. âHmmâŠyes, but itâs not the same.âÂ
âNo? Whyâs that?â
âYou feel much better.â
âMmâŠIâm sorry. I guess this will have to do for now, huh?â
âIâm not mad at it.â
âWhat are you thinking about?â
âMmâŠyour head between my legs.â
âYesâŠâ
âAnd your tongueâŠslowly licking.â You stroke your clit, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through your body. You hear soft, rustling sounds in the background but it doesnât distract you.
He groaned softly. âI miss the way you taste.â
âYeah?â You gasped out.
âMm hmm⊠As much as I miss the way you feel. Always so wet for me.â
âHmm yesâŠâ you mewled as you dipped a finger into your cunt.
âTell me how wet you are now?â
âHmmâŠIâm soaked.â
âShit. What I wouldnât give just to get the fuck out here in my car and fly over to your place now.â
âBut you canât, though.â You pouted, knowing heâd get in trouble if he didnât finish his shift.
He let out a frustrated sigh. âI know.â
âEven then, you shouldnât leave me hanging either.â Your fingers continued to rub circles on your clit.
His deep, sexy laugh made your skin tingle. âI wouldnât dream of it. Iâd lick every last drop off you.â
âYeah?â
âYeah. Fuck, Iâm so hard for you right now. I wish youâd wrap your lips around my cock.â
The thought of his cock in you again sent another charge of electricity through your body. âMmâŠI miss your cock. I loved it when it filled me.â
âThatâs because you have a greedy cunt.â
Normally, youâd gasp when a man spoke so bluntly like that. Instead, it just made you wetter and hungrier for him.
âHmmâŠI do but I know you love it when it milks you dry.â
At that point, you switch your phone to speaker mode and set it on the pillow, right by your ear. You pulled your sleep-shirt above your chest, the cold air making your nipples ache with need. You pinched and pulled on one with one hand while the other continued massaging wider, rhythmic circles on your clit.
âFuck, yes. I canât wait to be inside you again.â His breathing matched yours, heavy and stuttered. Every part of your body, tightening as you feel your orgasm cresting.
âFuck... Iâm gonna cum,â you whisper harshly.
âThatâs a good girl. I wanna hear you scream my name, babyâŠâ
And just like that, your torso arches away from your mattress, cumming with a low, tortured cry, groaning his name while your walls pulsed from arousal.
He wasnât far behind when you heard his muffled, drawn-out growls on the other line.
You listened to each otherâs ragged breathing for a few seconds when he let out a chuckle. âShit, give me a couple seconds.â You hear the distant rustling again. You figured he was scrambling to clean himself up before anyone walked in on him. You took the opportunity to wash up as well.
A minute later, he returns. âSorryâIâŠdonât know what came over me.â It made you laugh. âRiiight,â you dragged out teasingly while you walked back towards your bed.
His husky laugh tickled your ears. âUhmâŠlisten, I know itâs super late, and in all seriousness, Iâve been thinking a lot about how things have been going between us. I know we havenât synced up our schedules and I want to make it up to you.â
âMake it up to me? You didnât do anything wrong,â you say gently while you sink into your bed.
He hummed. âYeah, butâI really want this to work. So Iâve decided to make that time so we can see each other again.â
Your heart fluttered while you shifted under the sheets, your interest piqued at what he had planned.
âHave you been to LâAtelier?â He asks.
It was a swanky, modern French bistro in the city and was notoriously difficult to get reservations at.
âN-no, I have not.â
âGood. Because Iâm taking you there this weekend,â he says simply. It wasnât a question, he had just decided for you.
âUhmâare youâŠsure? I thought you told me that you were scheduled to work this weekend?â
âYes, but I found somebody who can cover me so I just traded with them,â he says casually as if it was a non-issue.
âSo, whatever you have planned, clear them, because Iâm taking you on a date. And a really good one, I might add,â he says confidently. âYou could also say that it would feel like a trip down memory lane.â
Your jaw falls open slightly, your brain wanting to argue but youâre speechless.
âAnyway, Iâll pick you up at 6 from your place. Wear something nice, okay?â
âUhâŠo-okay,â you stammered. This reminded you of when you first met on the plane, when he told you to take a seat, or when he silenced your protests by just uttering your name.
âGood. I canât wait! Now, I think that orgasm will actually put me to sleep for a few minutes,â he laughs.
âRight, right. Iâll let you go then. Get some rest,â you say to him.
âGood nightâŠor, should I say, good morning?â
You giggled. âGood night, Jungkook.â As you settle back under the covers, you smile contently as traces of whatever worries you had during your conversation with Cristina slowly fade.
******
You groaned, looking at the mirror and turning from one angle to another. He said to âdress nice.â You didnât have a shortage of nice clothing but Cristina, ever the enabler insisted that you go on a quick shopping trip.
She vetoed each one of your picksâtoo mumsy, old-fashioned, âBabe, you look like youâre taking him to church or something,â she remarked at one point. âUnless your whole goal is to get him on his knees?â
You roll your eyes at the memory. After several fittings, this is what you ended up withâa sapphire-hued bandage dress with a split back at the hem, and lace paneling in front. It was practically lingerie trying to pass off as a dress.
At first, you told her that you didnât want to come off looking too thirstyâeven though letâs be honest, you were.
You text her a selfie once you had your hair and makeup part way done.
[Cris] (5:25PM): Sesssyyyy mama!!! Iâd be shocked if he didnât start begging at the door.
You had to hand it to her, she was pretty confident. Your phone buzzes again with a follow-up text from her.
[Cris] (5:26PM): Hell, Iâd do you! đ
You cackle at her last text before continuing to fuss with your hair and makeup.
At 5:30, on the dot, you hear a knock on your door. You took one last lookâsmoothed your hair and checked your teeth for any lipstick stainsâthere were none, thankfully. With an audible exhale, you walked to your front door to greet your date.
âHeyââ Your brain instantly comes to a screeching halt when you open the door.
There he wasâŠdressed in that fucking devil suit. Standing there, all sexy and delicious like it was nobodyâs business.
âShiâŠwow. You lookâŠmm,â he pursed his lips, raking you in from bottom to top. It was the same look he gave you the day of the bachelor and bachelorette party.
Flashes of your recent naughty phone call came to mind and you were pretty sure he had the same thoughts.
He stepped forward and leaned in to give you a lingering but surprisingly chaste kiss. You had to applaud his self-control because it was clearly a losing battle for you.
âSorry, I forgot to give you a warning,â you murmured against his mouth. Your tone was teasing when you opened the door wider to invite him in. If he can rock a devil suit, so could you.
He jerked his head sideways quickly then chuckled. âI deserve that. Ready to go soon? I have us down for 6PM but with traffic and all, Iâd rather get there early. We can always hang out by the lounge.â
âSounds good. I just need to grab a couple things to put in my purse then we can go.â
âSure.â
He looks around your living room while you scurry back into your bedroom to grab a couple of mints, your lipstick, and a compact.
When you walk back out, you find him staring at a few of the photos you had on your hallway table console. He turns when he hears your heels clacking on the floor as you approach him.
âYou were a cute kid,â he smiled as he held up a frame of you, Taehyung, Jimin, and Mindi during one summer camping trip.
You smiled warmly. âThanks. Thatâs one of my favorite memories.â You look longingly at the photo as well.
âWill you tell me all about it at some point?â He asks hopefully.
âYeah, Iâd be happy to,â you say to him endearingly. âReady?â With a nod, you grab your jacket before you head downstairs to his car and drive down to the restaurant.
******
By the time you pulled up to LâAtelier, you saw that it had a healthy crowd out front. He slid out of the driver seat and handed his keys to the valet attendant and rounded the front of his car to open the door for you.
You mouthed your thanks and walked hand-in-hand up to check in with the host, who immediately recognized him.
âIs hyung here tonight? He just told me that heâd have a table set aside for me but I wanted to say âhiâ and thank him in person.â
âI think I saw him hanging out in the back office earlier this afternoon but Iâll ask a manager to check in,â the host replies. âMay I have your phone number so that we can text you when your table is all set?â
Jungkook dictates his number to the host, who keys it into their tablet. âThanks. Weâll be at the bar whenever the table is ready.â
âThank you, sir. It shouldnât take too long.â
With your hands still linked, he guides you toward the equally luxurious cocktail lounge. The walls were a mixture of dark wood and a dark, hunter-green, almost black wallpaper. The ceiling was covered in an ornate, metallic sort of material giving the space an industrial and hedonistic look and feel, which was only softened by the dainty, white floral print on the walls.
The back of the bar was lit with warm lighting, enhancing the different types of liquor that they carried. There was plush seating around the bar and against the walls. Their upholstery complemented the same lush green and dark, woodsy color palette.Â
The weekend crowd was lively and you were lucky to find some vacant seating right by the wall.Â
âGlass of rosĂ© still good for you or do you want something else?â You smiled and nodded, âRosĂ© is fine,â you replied, somewhat surprised that he still remembered.
âDo you have a preference?â You shrugged, âLa Crema, if they have it. Otherwise, Iâm fine with whatever.â With a nod, he walks away and approaches the bar. He motions at the bartender to place your drink orders while you settle in.
As busy as the bar looked, the drinks came quickly. He was about to hand his credit card over but the bartender held up his hand. You could have sworn he mouthed âon the house.â He must be really tight with the owner, you thought. Jungkook smiled, thanked him, and left a tip before he walked over to you.
When he hands you your glass, you hold it up to your nose and take a whiff. It smelled fruitier than what you were used to. He sidles up next to you on the couch before raising his glass to you, silently proposing a toast. You clink your glasses and take a sip. You let out a hum of appreciation and held up the glass against the light.
âThe guy said itâs ChĂąteau MiravalâŠin case you liked it.â
You chuckled. âIâm usually skeptical about celebrity-hawked alcohol butâI might actually order a case of this,â you say before taking another sip.
He beams, happy that you were pleased.
âYou know you didnât have to do all this,â you say after you both take a sip.
âI know. But I wanted toâŠfor you.â He looked at you intently.
You sensed some hesitation on his part before he decided to switch gears. âIâm sorry for keeping you waiting. I thought that taking our time would help build that trust again. I also didnât want you to think that I was hovering or anything. I didnât want you to get tired of meâwhich is the opposite of what I hoped to achieve.â
He shifted in his seat and set his glass down on the tabletop. He leans in to reach for your hand. âI like you. And I want to spend every free moment that I have with you if I could. Iâm not saying it to scare you but thatâs how I feel.â He paused, chewing at his bottom lip.
You sucked in a sharp breath but kept your lips pursed.
âI also understand that everyone operates at different speeds. Soâhowever slow or whatever pace you want to take this, Iâll match it. I just didnât want to go on without telling you how I felt.â He let out a soft sigh as if feeling some weight lifted off him.
You offered him a warm smile, squeezing his hand in return. âI really appreciate that, Jungkook. I want you to know that Iâve also been holding back because I also didnât want to come off as a stage-five clinger,â you chuckled nervously.
âButâIâm not apprehensive about you. I donât want you doubting my feelings for you either becauseâI like you, too,â you chuckled. âAnd I meanâŠreally like youâwhich is why I was trying to be cautious.â You scoot in closer, closing the gap between you. âI donât want to ruin this.â
He shook his head adamantly, brushing away wispy strands from your temple. âNo, you wouldnât.â
Your eyes flick downward for a moment and swallow hard before you make eye contact with him again. âWhat I feel for you isâŠso intense that it kind of scares me.â
Worry washed over his face. âWhy would that scare you?â
After a beat of hesitation, you decided to come out with it. âBecause it also means that it could hurt a lot more.â You whispered, worried at your admission.
His breath catches for a second before he pulls you tightly to his chest. You feel him sigh into your hair. âI would never.â
You pulled back, feeling slightly panicked. âI want you to know that itâs not because Iâm comparing you to anybody. I know that youâre different,â you say in a rush. âBut sometimes, I just canât help it.â
You have lingering traces from the past. Even though Haru was long-gone and you were excited about a new relationship in your life, you didnât want to jinx anything. Things were going wellâŠtoo well, in fact. You were in a long-term relationship for a while, almost leading to a marriage before all that was ripped from underneath you.
Your experience with Jungkook was quick. The attraction was instantaneous. And although this was the complete opposite of the slow and steady buildup that you had with Haru a long time ago, the stakes were just as high.
Unfortunately, society equates the length of a relationship with the quality of it. Your fears were understandably warranted.
âI just want this to work so badly.â
âI do, too.â He says. âAnd believe it or notâIâm also scaredâprobably more than you,â he chuckled wryly. âIâve been so used to going about dating one way that this is pretty much uncharted territory for me.â
For somebody who seemed to exude confidence and swagger, that came as a shock to you. You didnât want to think of the other women heâs encountered. Otherwise, youâd fall into a rabbit hole and never find your way back. But you could feel his sincerityâŠit was the same, calming feeling that you had during your quiet talks at the beach.
âRemember what I said last timeâabout things being easier when we were back at the beach?â
He nodded softly, prompting you to continue.
You looked him in the eye to get your point across. âI want to make it clear that I didnât mean that I preferred that experience or that version of you. You know, I see you in this suit and youâre talking about taking a trip down memory laneâŠâ
Worry marred his beautiful face again. Had he made a terrible miscalculation? âIâŠjust assumed maybe you wanted that guy instead.â
You shook your head gently. âI didnât fall for this,â You gestured at his suitâeven though he looked hot as fuck in it. âI fell for the guy whoâŠsaid he was sensitive to smells; is a self-confessed dork; the one who calmed me down when I was anxious; the one whom I had all of those honest conversations with. Iâm not some woman who needs their fantasy fulfilled. I just want you. The real you.â
âIâm real now,â he utters.
You smiled at him. âCan we justâbe âusâ again? JustâŠchill and easygoing? I donât need 'sexy, smoldering Jungkook'.â He threw his head back and laughed out loud while you tried to stifle your own laughs. âListenâfrom this point on, can we just, I donât know, speak freely? Say what we mean and mean what we say?â
He gave a cursory nod, then smiled broadly at you. He tilted your chin up and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. âSo you think Iâm sexy?â He asks, cocking an eyebrow at you.
You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful shove on his chest while he laughed. Afterward, he lifts your hand, turns it over, and kisses your wrist.
âOkay, okay. But seriouslyâyes, from now on, weâll be open to each other.â
Just then, his phone buzzes with a notification from the host, letting you know that your table was ready.Â
As soon as you take your seats, Jungkookâs eyes lift and he abruptly stands again to greet whoever was coming up behind you.
âHyung,â he beamed. You turned in your seat and followed his gaze until it fell upon an equally attractive man, slightly taller than Jungkook. His hair was brushed back and had intense eyes that felt like they were undressing you with one look. He was also sporting a black suit, with a black, silk button-up shirt, sans tie.
Jungkook clasped hands with him and engaged in that standard backslapping and fist-bumping ritual of close male friends.
Your eyes shifted back and forth between the two men. Was this a devil suit face-off or what? BecauseâŠwow.
âHyung, this is YN. YN, this is Jin.â
The man, whom you gather was the owner that Jungkook spoke of, turns to you.
You extended your hand and Jin brought it up to his lips to kiss it. âVery, very, lovely to meet you.â His voice sounded as silky as his shirt looked. âH-hi,â you managed, seemingly flustered. âThank you for having us,â you said.
âPleasureâs all mine,â he replies, smiling at you while your hands were still clasped in his.
âUhâŠhyung? Do you mind?â Jungkook bristles.
Jin laughed mischievously and released your hand. Jungkook cleared his throat. âHyungâs been in the game a while soâŠhe finds it hard to stop.â
Your eyes dart back to Jin, widening in realization. Your mouth falls open, stuttering. âY-you meanâheâsââ
Jin shrugged his broad shoulders casually, answering your unfinished question. âI donât go shouting it out from the rooftops, but yes,â he says, before flashing you that same look and smile that Jungkook greeted you with the first time that you met him.
You silently wonder if he knew Cristinaâs guyâŠor if this was him.
Jin peels his eyes away from you and turns to Jungkook once more, switching from an intense stare to a more casual one. âAnyway, I wanted to stop by and say âhello,â make sure that youâre getting quality service,â he grinned.
âItâs been great so far, hyung. Thanks for accommodating us.â
âGood. Well, Iâm sorry I canât stay longer. Iâve got a couple of meetingsâthe work never stops, you know?â Jin smiled ruefully before turning to you again. âI hope Iâll get to see more of you?â
âI-I hope so?â You mutter shakily before he takes your hand again to place a soft kiss on it, goading Jungkook.
âAlright, bro,â Jin turned to Jungkook. âWe should catch up again soon, yeah? Donât be a stranger.â
âThanks, hyung.â
When Jin was out of earshot, you turned to Jungkook in curiosity. âYou have got to fill me in on what that was all about,â you tell him completely wide-eyed.
He pursed his lips, giving you a look of mock innocence and an almost imperceptible smirk.
After your conversation, it felt as if a cloud had lifted off you. You fell into step with him, perhaps even more synchronically than before.
Just like before, youâd chipped away at each otherâs walls, letting each other in again. There would still be some lingering questions, sureâbut after your talk, there were considerably fewer.Â
******
After your date, he drops you off at home. There happened to be an open spot right by your front stepâwhich was a shocker since street parking in your neighborhood was always shitty.
He rounded the corner and opened the door for youâjust as he did at the restaurant. You stood on the curb, facing each other.
âTonight was really fun,â you say to him.
âIt was,â he agrees.
âEasily one of the fanciest restaurants Iâve ever been to,â you giggled. You were more into cheap eats and only went out to nice places at Cristinaâs insistenceâŠand only if she was buying. Otherwise, youâd typically order takeout or cooked at home.
âI can bring you to a fancier one on our next date?â He slowly intertwined his fingers with yours and pulled you closer.
You cocked your head to the side and squinted one eye. âHow âbout we mix it up for the next one?â
His brows rose. âWhat did you have in mind?â
âIâm thinkingâŠdinner, at your place?â
âMmâtakeout?â
You laughed. âNo, Iâll cook for you! I can bring all of the ingredients.â
His mouth made an âoâ shape. âAlrightâŠâ He sounded doubtful and the look on his face didnât help him either.
You gasped, slightly offended at his skepticism. âIâll have you know that I am a good cook!â
âOh, you are?â His hands now settle on either side of your hips.Â
âYes. And I bake, too,â you say confidently. You tilted your chin up and linked your fingers behind his neck.
âOkayâŠâ he says in that low purr that makes your toes curl.
âAnd I think I have a pretty good idea of what Iâll be making for you.â
âCan you give me a hint?â His face was closer now. You can feel his fingers flexing restlessly on your hips. The pressure and warmth of his touch so close to where you ached for him was a unique brand of torture you were all too happy to subject yourself to.
You bring your face closer, your noses touching. âHmmâŠI donât think so,â you whispered, teasing him in return.
âWill I be able to eat it off you?â
His lips brush yours and you feel his soft breaths against yours. Your fingers toyed with the hair on the back of his neck.
You smirked through his mouth. âThatâs the idea.â You nipped at his lower lip. Before you knew it, his mouth took yours. His tongue, tasting you in slow, deep licks.
When you pull away, your teeth sink into your lower lip. That familiar warmth was spreading quickly from your diaphragm, moving straight down between your thighs.Â
âWould youââ you paused as your heart started to race. âWould you like to come up?â
He stared at you wide-eyed. He opened his mouth slightly, trying to think of the right thing to say. âAre you...sure?â He asks slowly.
You nodded, pressing your forehead to his. âIâm not ready for this night to end yet.â
You nervously anticipate his response. He chewed at his bottom lipâlooking like he was trying to find reason within himself but surprises you instead. âMe neither,â he finally says after a long beat.
******
He was on you in an instant, one hand cupping the back of your head and the other on your ass, his mouth on you in a feverish, ravenous kiss. He wasted no time, tongue licking into your mouth.
You moaned and gripped his waist, pushing onto your toes to deepen the contact. He lifted you, urged your legs around his waist and moved towards the couch. The hem of your skirt hiking up past your thighs in the most indecent way.
He was hard and pressing against your core, urging you to grind into him. You were at the point of no return. The same position you put him in, that first night you slept together. When you held him at the precipice until he practically begged to fuck you.
âGod, I want you so bad right now,â you moaned, your hands stroking down his chest.
He pulls away from you briefly, arching an eyebrow. âOh yeah? Show me.â
You were dizzy with lust at the sound of his challenge. The whole night was a lead-up to this moment. Taking his hand, you slid it between you two, lifting your hips slightly to guide it to your wet center.
âFor me?â
You nodded and moved your panties to the side so he could have better access. He cupped your slick heat in his hand. His fingers parted you, stroking over your clit, before pushing two digits inside. You continued to grind your hips, aching to feel his cock sink into your tightness, knowing how amazing it would feelâand he craved the constriction.
You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to pull him out. You cupped his hefty cock in your palm and stroked, making him groan and curse under his breath. He pauses his assault on your clit to retrieve a condom from his back pocket.
He hands it to you and after taking it, you rip the package with your teeth. Once he was sheathed, you reached back, yanking at the hem of your dress, attempting to pull it up further past your waist. You both giggle when you hear it rip at the seams, but you didnât give a fuck. Lifting your hips, you hooked a finger under your thong and pulled it aside.
Hovering above him, you stared into his eyes and kissed him briefly. âI trust you,â you whispered to him. With a nod of his chin, you sank on your hips down his length. Your mouths fall open almost at the same time until he bottoms out. You sat still for a few seconds, relishing the feel of him stretching you.
Slowly, you rocked your hips forward, touching your lips to his at the same time until you were locked into a kiss again.
He broke the kiss to move his arm to arch your back. He quickly slides the straps off your dress, pulls the front down, and lifts your bare breast to his mouth. You moaned when you felt him teasing the hardened point with his tongue.
You surged forward, draping your arms over his shoulders.Â
Gripping your hips, he supported you, meeting each rhythmic movement of your hips, taking him deeper. You kept your eyes on him as they grew heavy. A rumbling sound filled the space between you.
You clung to the back of the seat and rolled your hips. You could feel him pressing against the deepest part of you. You cried out and ground into him, moving on instinct.
âYesâŠyesâŠfuckâŠâ You gasped, slamming your hips into his, pumping your hips up and down the rigid length of his cock.
Jungkookâs face was harsh with lust, brutally etched with his need. âIâm going to come so hard for you,â he promised darkly.Â
His head fell back against the seat, his chest heaving, harsh sounds of pleasure scraping from his throat. His hands released you, clenching into fists against the cushions. He let you fuck him the way you wanted toâŠthe way you needed to.
Arching back, you came with a cry, your entire body shaking, your walls grasping, rippling along his cock. Your rhythm faltered, and your vision blackened. An endless moan poured out of you, the relief made your head spin.
Then, your perspective shifted and you were on your back, Jungkook rising over you. He quickly strips his shirt and bottoms off. In your post-orgasmic haze, you hear a distant sound of material ripping. Your thong never stood a chance.
He wraps his lips around your clit. He sucked and licked. You tensed up while completely surrendering to him.
âOh my god,â you panted. âYour mouthâŠâ
He spread you wide with his shoulders, tonguing you until you felt that familiar buildup within your core again. Your fingers pulled at his hair, goading him while you quivered around his tongue.
âPleaseâŠI need you inside,â you whined pathetically, completely lost in mindless pleasure.
He stops, lifting his head, and places wet kisses on your inner thighs before rising.
His arm hooked beneath your knee to lift it to his shoulder, pinning your other thigh down. He props a leg on the floor for leverage and slid himself back into you, thrusting hard again and again, sinking deep.Â
You writhed underneath him, the feel of him so good.
He kept you pinned, using you as youâd used him. Sweat beaded on his brows, his control out the door and replaced by the need to cum. His body pounded into you, driving his cock into your tender core. Your body quivered with the threat of another orgasm.
âFuck yesâŠdonât stop,â you moaned, your nails digging into his flexed biceps.
He growled your name and started cumming, his teeth clenched, hips pressed tight against you. The feel of the rhythmic pulsing of him spilling into you makes your walls contract, setting off another orgasm.
âSo good,â he groaned, rocking into the spasms of your core.
You strained together, grasping at each other.
He buried his face in your throat and collapsed on top of you. No other sound, except your ragged breaths, fill the room. Your fingers absentmindedly run through his hair.Â
Once your pulses steadied, he lifted himself off you. After he discards the condom, he sits down and gingerly pulls you upright, and settles you into the crook of his neck. He lets out a soft, contented sound when you snuggle in.
âThat was good,â you tell him, playfully tapping at his chest.
A throaty laugh escapes him. âThanks, I try.â
You pried yourself from under him and regard him intently.Â
âAre you still sure that you want to do this with me?â
âAbsolutely,â he answers firmly.
âAnd you wonât regret anything?â
He shook his head and brushed his thumb gently on your brow. âI donât regret any of the decisions Iâve made in the past. Because, if I hadnât done all that, it wouldnât have led me to you.â
Tears stung your eyes.
âAs long as youâre okay accepting my past, my present, and everything else that comes with it.â
âI want all of you. And I wonât accept anything less.â You promised him.
âGood,â he says before he kisses your nose.
You convinced him to stay the night. You showered together, surprisingly managing to keep your hands to yourselves.
You got out first, dried off, and got dressed in your bedroom.
When steps out of the bathroom, he stills when sees what you had on.
âI-is thatâmine?â He points to his shirt.
You stifle a guilty grin. âI meanâŠI thought you gave it to me?â
He scoffs. âI let you borrow it after you passed out on me that time.â
It was getting too difficult to keep a straight face while you tried to argue. âSorry! IâŠdidnât think youâd miss it. Plus, itâs all worn out soâwhy would you still want it back?â
He laughs softly, relenting to you. âFine. You look better in it anyway.â
You smiled triumphantly as you both got under the covers.
You snuggle up to him again, just as you did on the couch. His arm wrapped securely around you.
âBy the way, since weâre being open and allâI have to tell you thatâŠIâm not really much of a cuddler,â he says apologetically.
âActually, neither am I. I get too hot when I sleep,â you admit.
His chest vibrates against your cheek while he laughs.
âButâŠif itâs okay with you, can you hold onto me just until I fall asleep?â
He sighed into your hair. âIâll hold onto you for as long as you want me to.â
You lifted your head, looked up at him lovingly, and gave him a soft peck on his lips before you went back into your nook.
Before you drift off, he asks, âSoâcan I take you out for coffee tomorrow?â
You laughed. âMake it a full breakfast and youâve got yourself a deal.â
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I just wanted Lila to be silly and play hide and seek with Ren, so I wrote this short fic. It isn't my usual verbose writing because I realized I needed a break from long fics. I am a little burned out because of real life, and I just needed this. I have more light fics like this planned out and I hope to write and post them sooner or later. <3
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Words: 1,105
Rating: G
It was a lazy afternoon at the palace, and Lila was sprawled on the velvet sofa in Kellâs bedroom by herself. It was one of those rare times she didnât have anything to do. At once, her senses became alert. Someone was about to approach the room, but it wasnât Kell. No. He wouldnât make all this noise, and would be more gentle with the handle.Â
Lila turned her gaze to the door, and she wasnât surprised to find little princess Ren behind the white wood.Â
âDelilah, are you free?â she beamed.
âYou shouldnât be so abrupt,â the nurse chastised the kid, who nodded with understanding. Lila wanted to say she didnât care, but the old woman prompted the child to greet her properly.
âI apologize for intruding, Delilah,â Ren said. âBut are you free?â
Lila sat up, eyed the child with a grin. She was bored out of her mind, and the proposal was interesting. âWhat do you have in mind, princess?â
âLetâs play hide and seek!â Ren squealed, and Lila couldnât say no.
The princess enlisted one of her fathers â the other was busy being a king â and her nurse to play with them. Lila shouldnât have taken this too seriously, but she didnât want to disappoint the child. This little game was the perfect distraction from the routine of the palace, and she just knew where to hide.
The wine cellar was in the basement, and it was only frequented by the servants. Lila wasnât a servant, but she liked to visit the place from time to time.Â
She glanced at the bottles lined on the shelves, neatly divided by flavor and type. White wine. Red wine. Champagne. Hard liquors. Juice.Â
On another day, she would have taken her time to pick a bottle and would have hidden her prize in her trunk before someone would have come and would have caught her red-handed. No one usually did. But today she was playing with a kid, she wasnât choosing a bottle of expensive wine she would later share with her partner in the captainâs quarters of the Grey Barron.Â
She found the alcove she was looking for, and tucked herself into the shadows. She wasnât sure Ren would come down there, but she had kept her end of the bargain.Â
She put her hands in her pockets. It was starting to get cold in there, and she couldnât use her magic to summon a small fire. After a while, she glanced at her pocket watch, and realized she had been there for almost an hour.Â
Would the kid ever find her? Well, she had tried to play.
She heard steps. Light steps. Then a glint of flame illuminated her face, and she held her breath.Â
Someone had found her, but it wasnât Ren.Â
âLila?â Kellâs soft voice echoed in the darkened cellar.
âWhat are you doing here?â she asked. âI thought you were with Rhy.â
âIndeed, I was. Iâm sorry it took so long ââ she put a finger on his mouth to silence him, and he shook his head questioningly.Â
âIâm playing hide and seek,â she muttered. âBe quiet.â
âIs this another way to say someone is looking for you? What did you do?â
She rolled her eyes. âIâm playing with the princess.â
âAh,â he frowned.
âYes, ah,â she sighed. âI just love people coming after me, but not all of them are enemies.â
âYouâre supposed to hide where she can find you. I doubt sheâd come here.â
âPerhaps thatâs why I hid here,â she shrugged. âAnd Iâm quite good at hiding.â
âBut I still found you,â he raised an eyebrow knowingly, and she felt giddy. He just knew her ways, just she knew his. âYou shouldnât be too sure of yourself.â
âYou only found me because Rhy wanted you to choose a bottle of wine for dinner.â
He sighed. âAnd I still have to find the one I wanted. Care to help? I know you know how to pick good wine.â
She raised her eyebrows and glanced at her pocket watch. Sheâd been there for an hour, she doubted Ren would find her by now. Maybe she had stopped searching altogether.Â
âFine, Iâll help you,â she walked towards the back, when she knew Rhy and Alucard kept the good stuff, and picked a bottle with a golden label. âHere, this,â she grinned.
Kell took the bottle and looked at it skeptically, then he nodded. âYes, this is okay,â he agreed.Â
âHow did you find me?â she asked curiously.Â
âYour smell,â he whispered.Â
She scrunched her nose at him and smelled her clothes. âDo I still smell like smoke?â
Kell put a hand on her forearm and leaned in, brushing his nose on the side of her neck. She felt his warm breath on her skin, and she tried not to lose her balance when he inhaled her scent. She was sure she smelled fine, but he still took his time perusing her jugular. He planted kisses over there until he found her lips, and she forgot where she was.Â
By this point, she had probably won the game. She deserved a victory kiss.
âI found you, Delilah!âÂ
Renâs voice made them jump, because none of them expected the child to appear out of nowhere, in the wine cellar of all places.Â
Kell lost his hold on the bottle of red, and it fell on the stone floor and shattered.Â
âI told you to wait until they would separate,â the nurse reprimanded the child, who was smiling despite herself. She looked apologetic, at least.Â
âAre you hurt, princess?â Lila asked with concern. Rest in peace, good wine.
Ren shook her head. âIâm not hurt, Delilah,â she said. âAnd I am a winner! You were the last one I had to find.â
Lila sighed. âHow did you wind up here?â
âThanks to my papa,â she explained with a grin. âI saw uncle Kell leave papaâs study, and I wanted to follow him because maybe he knew where you were hiding,â Ren said. âBut he walked away too fast so it was papa who told me to come here, because he said you like to practice magic in the wine cellar. And you like to make bottles disappear.â
âAh,â she pretended to be surprised. She exchanged a look of understanding with Kell. He managed a grin. âWell, then. Tell your daddy Rhy that Iâm not going to stop making bottles disappear in the wine cellar anytime soon.â
âWill you show me, Delilah?â the child asked, hung on her every word.
âPerhaps, when you are older,â she smirked.
Kell just shrugged and rolled his eyes.Â
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Love is gone..
Characters: Freelancer/ Gavin- Gavin/lasko
Tw: cheating, yelling, cursing, mentions of NSFW.
@badwolf52 freelancer angst?
I was driving home from school when this sinking feeling came to my stomach. I thought I might have been nerves or something like that but I guess not.
I felt disgusting, and the thing is I donât even know why- I havenât eaten in a while, yeah thatâs probably it, Iâll eat something. But no matter how much I tried to convince myself I just needed to eat I couldnât be settled on that answer alone. âWhat was wrong?â
I pulled up to maxes rustic pizza and sat in the car for a second. I needed to breathe. It will all be better if I just breatheâŠright?
5 minutes go by and Iâm still in my car, I eventually get my wallet from the glove box- you sigh a picture of Gavin in it- I start to smile, It was a picture of us on our third date, smiling and giddy, gav, as handsome as ever
âI really love himâ I thought to myself rethinking all of the time weâve spent together
ââââââââââââââââââââ-
âHi welcome to maxes rustic pizza! What can I get you this fine day?â The Guy behind the counter asked. I wanted to get Gavin something as well though,
âExcuse me one minute I just need to text my boyfriend, so sorry.â He nodded with a smile and I pulled out my phone
I got distracted again, my lockscreen was Gavin. He was so cute I mused for a second-
I snapped back to reality. I clicked the text app icon and went to my pinned contacts first one there- Gavinđ
Freelancer: hey gav. Iâm at maxes is there anything specific you want?
^ delivered
Why wasnât he answering? Thatâs weird. Maybe heâs sleeping right? Okaayy but itâs Gavin. He wouldnât go to bed by himself- unless heâs really tired, yeah thatâs it heâs tired.
âExcuse me? Are you ready to order?â I was back from my long train of thought. âOh right uhm, can I get, a small Hawaiian pizza?â I said as he punched some words into his register.
âThatâll be 7.89$â i reached into my wallet scrounging around to find my card, when allas I found it!
I handed him my card, there was an awkward two seconds while he was swiping my card, and it was registering.
âIf you donât mind going over into the waiting area?â
I nodded and walked over to the area that had a big sign that said,
âWAITINGâ
I decided to try my luck with lasko. Maybe heâll want to come over for dinner
Freelancer: hey lasko, are you busy tonight?
^ delivered
Why the fuck were neither of them answering?
That feeling was back. Were they okay?
âOrder for (freelancer)?â The guy behind the counter yelled,I got up and quickly grabbed the pizza, said thank you and left.
I got in my car, gently placing the box of pizza on the passenger seat. I tightly gripped the wheel. Once again my stomach was turning every which way. It didnât matter right now Iâll just drive home and everything will be just fine.
The drive home was awful. I kept adjusting my seat, I got cut off, honked at, flipped off, my phone wouldnât even connect to Bluetooth/Aux.
itâll all be better once I get home.
I pulled up to the house and there laskos car was. In my parking spot. That means I have to park on the side of the road and lasko and Gavin were ignoring me or something.
I walked past the windows all the lights were off. Weâre they watching a movie? I scrounged through my bag to find my house key, when I finally found it.
I walked inside to see clothes scattered on the floor. As if they had been thrown carelessly. I took one whiff of the air and the stench of burning liquor was vivid.
I walked into the kitchen to set the pizza down to see three empty beer bottles and two unopened bottles
âWhat is going on?â I thought too myself. I reluctantly placed the pizza on the counter, and walked toward the hallway.
âGav? Lasko?â I said in a assertive tone.
I heard a very faint
âshit.â
âYou guys in there?â I said knocking on the bedroom door once and then opening it
The second I opened the door my heart sank. There Gavin, shirtless, no less and lasko was shirtless both rushing frantically to put their clothes on.
That hurt, the person I dedicated three years too, the person, whoâs seen my vulnerability, my tears, my pain, my sadness, and happiness, everything, and he just threw it way like it was nothing..
Gavin looked guiltily at me, as if he was trying to say sorry with his eyes, didnât work but he tried
âDeviant-â he started, I didnât want to hear any of ân-no Gavin, I donât want to hear it.â I said not making eye contact, and ran out of the roon
âFreelancer wait!â Lasko yelled from the other room as I walked back to the kitchen to find my keys
A few silent tears fell from my eyes, making it blurry and hard to see anything, I just wanted to go, I want to leave, and never talk to him- or lasko ever again... Gavin grabbed my hand.
âDeviant,â I cut him off again
âThatâs not my name.â I said quietly
âWhat?â He dropped my hand
âI said, thatâs not my Fucking name.â I said about to explode, anger, Fury, and rage, but also pain, sadness, and confusion âam I not enough?â I painfully thought to myself
Lasko ran out of the room with a shirt on buttons sloppily done hair frizzy, sweating, and flushed.
âI- I canât believe you would, do this Gavin, what did I ever do to you!â I said crying, anger spilling out, I couldnât hold it in anymore
â(Freelancer) Iâm so sorry my love. I- was,â
âI told you to call me by my name. Donât call me âmy loveâ . Because this,â I pointed at him and lasko ,â is not love. Not for me anyway.â
âPlease give me another chance. We- we were drinking, next thing you know,â I stopped him a finger sharply pointed up signaling him to not talk anymore
âI donât want to know what happened next. I already do.â
Lasko tried to say something but I shut him up
âFuck off lasko. You too Gavin. Weâre- weâre done.â I said that last part with that confidence I never had. Or never thought I could have, anyway.
âFreelancer.â
âI loved you, I gave you all I had, I poured my heart out to you, fuck Gavin I do love you. But I canât do this anymore.â I grabbed my car keys and left, this hellhole- on my way out, Gavin clenched his chest- the emotion overwhelming him, but I donât care, itâs not my fault.
Part 2? I dunno
@maplecrow and @essbi24 you guys said you wanted it so I thought you should read it first
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Hii love, me again (đ fic anon) ,
So I finally managed to read the new chapter after i got off from work today. And it was worth the wait! You know what, I really forgot that charles got p2 in that race.. tbh I donât even remember austrian gpđ that was a stressful weekend for me personally.
Anyway, Iâm so happy that you updated. As usual you didnât miss! My niece kept interrupting me while I read it tho (sheâs 2, even tho sheâs cute she can be annoying), so Iâm going to read it again with no distractions so that I can appreciate âthoseâ scenes more ;)
Again, you did an amazing job.. really really looking forward to seeing more from you â€ïž
One more thing I wanted to say, I saw the other anonâs ask and i was like âOh my god did i sound like this?!! This is so rude..â and the thing that anonâs ask was not nice, neither was mine. I know i said sorry before but itâs still made me feel bad when i saw you had to reply to another one within 2 days.
Fake dating au is a beautiful fic, in fact one of the first piarles fic that I ever read(which made me fall in love with the pair). And I, just like so many others would love to read more of it whenever you update it. But like you said, itâs your fic.. itâs yours to write. Iâd be happily waiting to read it if n when you decide to write more chapters.
Iâm sorry i ended up writing a long ask againđ
i tend to do that sometimes..but yeah.. take care of yourself. Also, all the best with your doctorate đ
All the love,
TâŁïž
omg, hiiii, T!! â€ïž it's so nice to hear from you again (and SO nice to put a bit of a name to the face/đ fic anon identity!)
so first things first: haha, awwww, i am so endeared by that story of your niece đ€đ€ and i feel you COMPLETELY, hahaha, because my own niece is two and a half now, and she was also actually visiting over the weekend!! so that's a cute coincidence đ„° but also, lmao, i DEFINITELY get you about "even tho she's cute she can be annoying."
and secondly - đđđ i am SO glad that you've enjoyed the latest update (niece distractions and all xD) thank you so so much for the support and for your very kind words, i really appreciate it â€ïž
as to that other anon... well đ i think what happens a lot is that people send messages with good intentions, but without perhaps thinking it all the way through. and i mean, we all do kinda stupid, crazy things when we're excited and/or a little nervous! it's totally normal. that's why i usually try to be patient when i answer asks like that one, but yeah... that particular anon was very badly timed and especially badly phrased, i feel like. but it's all in the past now, and no hard feelings from my end! the most valuable thing, to me at least, is that you saw and understood my first long answer/explanation, and took it to heart, and that you're now making me smile so much with this ask đ„°đ i appreciate the kindness and support so very much!
oh my god, and PLEASE don't worry about long asks, ever đ
i'm the last person who'll ever complain about something like that, because, well, you've seen what my tumblr and especially my tags are like đđ but yeah! this was a super sweet ask and i appreciated each word very very much <3333 â€ïž
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Hello dear,
I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for your loss. I saw your post with all the crossed out text, and I've been there, felt that kind of grief. It's such a heavy burden to bear, especially when you feel like you're alone.
You aren't alone dear. I know we don't know each other irl and we don't even really talk on here, but I care about you. Your content makes me smile. I'm always down to talk or to listen to you vent. I'll sit in that grief with you for as long as you need or want me to because I get how lonely it feels when you've lost someone.
It's okay that you have these feelings. Please don't think I'm trying to invalidate them. I just want you to remember that feelings aren't facts. You can feel survivor's guilt and know that it wasn't your fault. You can feel alone and like no one cares even when it's not true. It's okay to feel these things, but try your best to act on the facts, even when it's so hard to do it.
I'm proud of you for feeling your grief. It's a hard emotion to deal with. I think you're brave for letting yourself experience it instead of burying it. I hope there's comfort in fond memories of your loved one and distraction in your hobbies and love still in your life. I wish you nothing but love and healing.
Take care đ
Oh, and you don't have to respond to this if you don't want to. I just wanted you to know I care.
Thank you for this. It's actually really thoughtful and helpful.
I've been worried about sitting in my grief, even though I need to, because I'm in quarantine and feeling some cabin fever. Haven't felt the sunshine in a week. My sister, who passed away, was the one who helped me not to feel so trapped and took care of me when I was sick (we lived together). It's been rough to regulate my emotions while feeling like I'm completely alone. I know if I don't regulate my emotions, I'll end up worse off mentally. Feeling physically ill doesn't help the situation.
I am sad and angry, and I blame myself. Survivor's guilt is a motherfucker! It wasn't meant to be like this, and I do blame myself for not being a better sister. For not being more protective. For not pushing her harder to get the help she needed. I'm so sad and angry, and I know I have to feel this way for me to come out the other end of the grief and be okay. I'm just scared that my situation right now, being in quarantine away from other people, and feeling alone, is going to be detrimental to my emotional and mental wellbeing. I feel like I'm teetering on the edge. My art and writing have kept me sane, but I'm so tired and sad and angry and I can't soothe myself because I am trapped in my bedroom, finding it hard to breathe.
I've found comfort in the fact she isn't in pain anymore, and that outweighs my selfishness in wanting her here. Everything just feels odd. It feels wrong and empty. I feel guilty for having to go on without her.
I appreciate you reaching out to me like this. It really does help. Thank you for being so kind and generous with your energy. I know it's not easy to be there for someone when they're hurting and feeling big emotions like anger and sadness, so I really am grateful for your offer to sit with me and talk.
I hope things are feeling okay for you x
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Moving
Thorns & Jasmine
In which more memories surface Breannan would have liked to keep buried.
Warnings: Nightmares, panic, aftermath of torture and some unpleasant healing the previous day, flashbacks to more angst, bad injuries and almost drowning, suicidal thoughts/attempt mention
Please note: There is a version without any references to suicide that can be found here, please be safe đ
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The night was every bit as restless as Breannan had assumed. Caldyn kept waking up, sometimes screaming, sometimes merely shaking. It never took long for him to fall back asleep, probably due to both his exhaustion and Breannanâs closeness.
When the darkness outside the windows slowly faded, Caldyn awoke, for once not from a nightmare, but slowly. His hand on Breannanâs side twitched as he moved his head.
âBreannan.â
âIâm here,â he said, lightly stroking the back of Caldynâs neck.
âHow late?â
âItâs morning.â A quick glance towards the window confirmed it. âThe sun is about to rise.â
Gwyneth would come back soon. Breannan only hoped that his friend would also still be able to trust her, after what she had had to do on the previous day.
âSorry. Kept you up again.â
Whatever it was that Caldyn had heard on the previous day, it seemed to be gone now, or at least quieter. His words were still strained, but no longer as fragmented, the meaning behind them not as exhausted anymore.
âDonât worry. I got to sleep yesterday, didnât I?â Which of course meant he was tired again after spending the whole night awake, but it wasnât so bad. And today wouldnât be as horrible as yesterday, so he was sure heâd make it until the evening.
âLetâs get you some water,â he said, trying to keep himself busy and Caldyn distracted. It worked. First he helped his friend sit up again, then he reached for the cup. When Caldyn signaled him that he was done, Breannan filled it again for himself, drinking slowly.
âBreannan? Can weâŠâ Caldyn paused, and Breannan gave him time to find his words. Whatever heâd want, if it was at all possible, heâd make sure to fulfill this wish.
âCan we⊠move the bed? To the wall?â Caldynâs left hand brushed over the blanket, spread over soft moss and leaves. âLess⊠less open.â
âOf course.â Breannan looked around, scanning the room. One wall was fully covered with a grown shelf, one was free. Between the window, the door and other furniture, the other two didnât have much room in front of them. âIâll ask Gwyneth to help me with it when she comes. Then I can hold you while she moves the bed.â
It probably wasnât exactly what the healer was coming here for, but he had no doubt sheâd do them that favor. He faintly wondered if sheâd be as relieved as he was that Caldyn was getting better. Not just physically. Breannan was so glad to see him get better mentally, to speak, to ask for things. Caldyn was fighting, and heâd be at his side for as long as he would want him there.
âHey, itâs me,â Gwyneth announced herself a short while later.
âHello, Gwyneth,â Breannan replied.
She entered the room, not carrying anything today. As she came closer, her gaze wandered over Breannan and her patient, and whatever it was she saw in them, it was enough to put a small smile on her lips.
âAlright,â she said as she settled down. âLetâs get those wounds closed.â
Breannanâs gaze automatically wandered to Caldynâs chest. He had avoided taking a closer look at it so far, but it was less bad than he had feared. Not that it would be easy to be worse than it had already been; whatever small holes the thorns had left behind vanished between torn bark, and the fresh sap had long crystallized.
âActually, would you mind helping us with something first?â he asked. When she looked at him questioningly, he gestured to the far wall. âWeâd like to move his bed. If you could take it over there while I sit with him?â
âSure.â She looked from the bed to the wall and back. âMight as well grab a new blanket while Iâm on it, right?â
Breannan nodded as he pulled Caldyn closer towards him. Gwyneth walked around, picking up a fresh blanket and pushing the old one aside, so she could reach the bedding beneath it. She moved it over to the wall, eventually placing the fresh blanket on top, tucking it around the moss.
âThink thatâs it,â she said, crouching down next to Caldyn and Breannan. âNow how do we get you over there?â
That was a good question; one Breannan hadnât asked himself before. There was no way Caldyn would be able to walk, not even with their help. Breannan was a good deal taller than his friend, though, and would probably be strong enough to carry him, at least partially.
âIâd say I take your shoulders and carry you, and Gwyneth can make sure your legs are fine. What do you say?â
When Caldyn nodded, Breannan got up without letting go of him. He reached for Caldynâs shoulders, grabbing him under the arms and pulling him up. Slowly, he half dragged, half carried Caldyn across the room, while Gwyneth made sure his legs werenât moving any more than necessary. It was only a few steps, but Breannan was glad when he had reached the bed and was able to lower Caldyn down onto it. He tried to be as careful as possible, but he didnât miss the way Caldyn clenched his teeth as his back touched the bed.
Lying down, Caldyn felt around, his fingers sliding over the blanket until they found the wall. He traced the faint patterns the plants had left behind when single strands had merged into one almost solid surface, years ago. âThank you,â he said, turning his head, evidently not quite sure where Breannan or Gwyneth were standing.
âOf course,â she said, sitting down next to him. Now that there was a wall on the other side of Caldyn, Breannan would have a harder time staying at his side when she healed him. âHow about I take a look at those wounds now?â
Caldyn nodded, but the moment Gwyneth reached for his chest, he flinched back against the wall.
She watched him, her hands hovering over him. âI wonât hurt you.â
âI⊠I know.â Despite his words, he flinched again when she reached for him. This time Gwyneth tried to go on, placing her finger next to one of the spots where she had removed the thorns. She didnât get to start healing before Caldyn tried to crawl away, shaking visibly.
âPlease, please donât,â he whispered, the same kind of terror behind his words as the night before.
Gwyneth leaned back with a sigh, placing her hands in her lap.
âIâm sorry. I know⊠know itâs you. I canâtâŠâ Caldynâs voice broke and a few shaky breaths followed, while his hand slid searchingly over the wall. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs alright,â Breannan said. He understood his friend too well. âShe wonât.â He wouldnât let her. Not unless it was absolutely necessary, and it didnât seem to be. He knew it would have been slightly easier to heal those wounds while they were fresh, but in the grand scheme of things it probably didnât matter much.
âIâm not sure where to continue then,â Gwyneth said. âHis back, so lying down wonât hurt as much, or his legs, so he can move again and possibly lie on his side.â
âYou could ask him,â Breannan pointed out.
âIâm sorry. Iâm not very used to my patients beingâŠâ
âAwake?â Caldyn asked.
Gwyneth made a quiet, embarrassed noise, confirming affirmation.
âI understand.â He paused, bending his head back and trying to move his leg. He sank back with a pained hiss, taking a moment before he managed to speak again. âLegs. Please.â
Gwyneth nodded and shifted to sit closer to them. âUsually someone else takes over at that point. When theyâre⊠when itâs sure theyâll survive.â
Caldyn flinched as she put her hands near his left knee. âThe blue house,â he then said. âI was there?â When she confirmed this as well, he added, âThe small room?â
âYou know about it?â
âI was invited there⊠once.â Caldynâs voice was weak, but steady. âDidnât go. Left the tree instead.â
âRight. Breannan said you are a healer.â Gwyneth moved his leg, tracing the ripped bark, starting to mend it. âAnd I can tell that youâre a good one.â
Breannan had quietly listened to the two of them. When they now fell silent, he couldnât help but ask, âHow do you know?â
It had been the wrong thing to ask, he knew it instantly, even if he had no idea what about his question had been wrong. Gwyneth froze, her hand hovering over Caldynâs leg. She looked from him to Breannan, then at her hand, resting on Caldynâs thigh.
âHis legs. They were broken before,â she said quietly. âPossibly more than⊠once.â
When she paused, looking at Caldyn for confirmation, he nodded. The silent gesture was worse than anything he could have said. It made Breannan sick. Gwyneth had mentioned before how it was likely that the lost ones had forced his friend to heal himself until he had run out of energy to do so. Thinking about what exactly might have happened was different from bringing up the mere theory, though.
âWas there anything else you managed to heal?â Gwyneth asked, her gaze wandering over Caldynâs body. âAnything I should check?â
Caldyn was quiet for a while. He raised his left hand, placing it over his left hip, close to his core. âI tried to⊠to escape. He was⊠he stabbed me. Here andâŠâ His hand slid off as he tried to move it higher, and he didnât seem to have the strength to lift it again. âI would have, but⊠I didnât⊠didnât want to⊠die. Then I sometimes⊠sometimes wished I had.â Caldynâs voice was trembling, pain and fear and hopelessness behind the words.
Breannan scrambled a step back, trying to focus on breathing. He shouldnât have asked. Of all the memories, this was the last one he could allow to take over. He looked at the window, at the dim light tinted green by endless leaves. He was home, under his parentâs branches, and his friend would be fine, and he was sitting at the shore of a long forgotten lake, his torso, bark crudely stitched together, hurting with every breath.
âBut not any more?â Gwyneth asked, and Breannan tried to focus on her voice. Her movements were blurry before his tear-filled eyes as she checked the spots Caldyn had pointed to.
His hands, wrapped tightly in soft leaves, hurt even more. He was thirsty, but there was no way for him to lift the hollow pumpkin filled with water they had left next to him. He could call for them, probably, but with them they would bring those spoken words.
âNo. No more.â
Words. Meaningless, terrible words. At least there was a hint of meaning behind them, of compassion and pity and rage. It wasnât enough to truly understand them. It was still too much like the noises those horrible creatures had made.
Breannan had retreated into the corner of his study room. It was all he could do. He should get out, should run, he was too close to Caldyn. He didnât want him to know, didnât want him to feel, but there was no way heâd manage to get up, or stop it.
He stared at the water, glistening in the evening sun. If even his people used these sounds now, heâd never escape them. They had tried to teach him the names they had chosen, a single word for each of them. He couldnât remember them, and he couldnât repeat them. He didnât want to.
âBreannan? Whatâs wrong?â
Someone touched him and he screamed; tried to scream, the noise that left his lips choked and breathless. He couldnât breathe, no matter how hard he tried. His body was falling apart from the lack of air. It was terrible and familiar, promising numbness behind the panic.
Lishâs hands wrapped around him as she dragged him out of the water. Words and meaning, noise and worry, asking him what had happened. Breannan wasnât sure what had happened. He had wanted to drink, without calling for anyone, and he had wanted to let the water take away the pain and the voices.
âBreannan? Are you hurt? What happened?â
He coughed, and it hurt in his chest, and they kept talking all around him, and it hurt in his head. He winced every time one of them spoke, the meaning behind the noise not enough to tell him what was going on.
âGwyneth. Leave him. Please. He needs space.â
âBut ââ
âPlease. Come here. Donât talk.â
The voices were gone now. There was only the sound of the forest, of wind and rustling leaves and singing birds. Lish was holding him, her hand on his forehead, her hum carrying the promise of safety. The sun was sinking below the horizon, so low already he didnât have to blink against its light. It was beautiful and quiet.
It was quiet. Quiet enough for Breannan to open his eyes, to see his surroundings. No lake and no sunset, just his study room. And on the far side, Caldyn sitting against the wall, Gwyneth at his side. Breannan met her gaze, so full of unspoken concern.
He couldnât tell them, couldnât speak. The words were forgotten. Gwyneth said something, and he couldnât understand her either. The sound was enough to make him flinch again. Caldyn tapped her shoulder, lowered his head towards her, perhaps saying something. Breannan couldnât hear it. She nodded, and she got up, and she left.
Breannan didnât know how long he sat still, trying to calm his breaths. They didnât hurt, not really, but he felt like they had to. After a while, he realized there was a sound, a low humming noise. It carried something. Meaning.
Come.
He didnât think as he followed it, making his way across the room towards Caldyn. A hand searched for him, following the sound he had caused as he had settled down. Breannan reached for it, still unable to speak. He didnât have to. The hand coaxed him to lie down, lying partly on the soft moss of Caldynâs bed. Another hand found his forehead, stroking it lightly, and the hum returned.
Safe.
It was wrong. It should be him, comforting his friend. But he was so tired, and the memory still dangerously close. As he closed his eyes, he was back at the lake, Lish's hand brushing through his hair as she hummed quietly. He opened his eyes, and it was his friendâs hand, his hum carrying the same worry. He wanted to tell him that he was fine. All the words were gone from his mind.
The hum changed. Rest. The touch stayed the same.
Breannan closed his eyes. The smell of wet sand and seaweed from his memory mixed with the smell of dust and books in his study room. The touch was Lishâs and Caldynâs and both and none. The meaning behind their hum told him that he was loved and safe. It was quiet. He slept.
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Top Gun: Phoenix
Co-written with @siriuslysteddie đđ
Tag squad: @swifteforeverandalways @guzmasjewel93 @axelwolf8109 @imswitchbabemox @the-iridescent-phoenix @ozzypawsbone-princeofbarkness @ylove-bandaesthetics @panlovaticrampaiger2 @mrragersrevenge96
Seth Rollins sighed as he pulled up the bar heâd frequent as a young Air Force trainee, running his hands though his dark brown hair. âWhy Roman? Why?â He growled to himself about his hot shot big brother as he entered. âHey! Phoenix!â Seth smiled at the sight of his protĂ©gĂ© Austin Theory.
âHey Rocketâ He messed up the younger manâs hair. âHey!â Austin laughed.
"There's a new bartender. The boys keep trying their luck."
"Shit" Seth says as he looks toward the bar and catches a glimpse of blue hair and pale skin "They being a bother?" He asks
"Nah" Austin replies "Violet can handle herself"
âViolet?â Seth ran the name through his head. âThanks honey!â The gothic like woman grabbed a tip. âMore military boys huhâ She grinned at Seth and Austin, but mostly.
âYes we areâ Austin gripped Sethâs shoulder like his teacher wasnât ten years his senior.
Violet grinned and rang a bell near her, the bar cheering. âWhat was that?â Seth laughed, Violet pointing to a sign that said âHarass the staff, military, or put your phone on the bar you will pay a round for the whole houseâ
âYou little shitâ Seth noticed Austin kept his in his pocket, being answered with a grin. âI gotta talk to Hangman and Scarletâ Austin left.
âWhatâs your moniker?â Violet placed a Jack Daniels in front of Seth. âWe got Falcon, Rocket, Tank, Dimplesâ
"Phoenix" Seth says quietly barely loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bar. "It's Phoenix" he says showing her the leather cuff on his wrist with the imprint of a orange and red bird in the center.
"How'd you get that one?" Violet asked innocently
Roman and Austin both went quiet.
Seth shook his head "I burned" he says simply and walks away without a backwards glance.
Violet looked confused and guilty. âNext roundâs on me!â Roman shouted to distract from the awkwardness
ââ-
âHey Phoenix!â Violet caught up to Seth. âHow did you runs in heels?â He asked impressively. âPractice, Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have pried.
"Its okay just a...soft spot" Seth replies "I'm sorry for just walking away"
"Well at least let me buy you a drink" Violet says "Not on the house. On me" she clarifies
"Let me catch up with Hangman and Scarlett and I'll take you up on that" Seth smiled.
Violet smiled warmly and went back inside, Seth took a breath and followed. Austin had somehow migrated to a piano and was singing.
Seth smiled at that, Austin had a rough upbringing and rarely, if ever, felt comfortable enough to sing in public.
"That song is older then he is" Hangman said laughing as he pulled Seth in for a hug.
"He likes it leave him alone" Scarlett, his wife and co-pilot said with a giggle that even Seth found cute, tho he'd never say so out loud lest she take his ass to the mats again.
âWhereâs Dragon?â Seth asked about Austinâs boyfriend. âSleeping, drills kicked his ass todayâ Scarlett explained.
âWhatâs this super mission your mama is on about?â Shotzi âTankâ Blackheart asked
âItâs a secretâ Seth smiled knowingly. Shotzi huffed.
Seth joined in on singing with Austin.
"Cute" Violet murmurs as Seth continues to sing grabbing Scarlett for a dance only to get smacked in the head by her.
"Oh? Does someone have a crush already?" The other bartender, a beautiful woman named Mandy teased.
âShut up, it hasnât been that long since Finn and I separated, hell the divorce is still not finalized and itâs been two monthsâ Violet hissed and wiped down glasses.
âI know what you mean, howâs Rae-Rae handling the change?â
âAs good as a nine year old can, sheâs excited for two birthdays and two Christmasesâ
Mandy laughed. âSound like a normal ten year oldâ âRight?!â
Austin finished his singing with a tearful smile. âYou alright kid?â Seth put an arm around him
âJust wish I had a dad that cared about me yâknow?â
âAre you drunk?â
âLittle bitâ
âDo not speak of that abusive asshole Austinâ Ava pointed at him.
âAva? You have a twin?â Austin giggled. âYup heâs drunkâ Shotzi laughed. Seth clapped his hands. âGet Austin some water and make sure heâs stableâ
âAnd you stop staring at lil miss gothcore over at the barâ Ava smirked knowingly, pointing at Violet counting receipts
"I wasn't..." Seth tried to protest but stopped when Ava and Hangman both crossed their arms and glared at himÂ
"OK so maybe I was but I don't do relationships you guys know this, not since..."Â
The couple's faces fell and both murmured apologies.Â
"She wouldn't want you to be alone for the rest of your life" Ava whispered low enough that only Seth and Adam could hear.Â
"Well what if I want to be alone?" Seth said shaking his head.Â
âOne is the loneliest numberâ Austin sang as quietly as he was able to in his state.
Seth sighed and looked back at Violet who had grabbed a tray of Mikes and placed it down in front of the Top Gun students.
âItâs on the house, I did make Phoenix here pay for the entire barâ Seth laughed at that. âThanksâ
âSeriously thoughâ Violet grabbed a paper from her shirt (Seth barely kept himself from staring lest he pay for a another round for the entire bar) and wrote something.
âMy number, if you arenât doing teaching things Iâm always open to talkâ
Seth took it with a smile, ignoring Austinâs smirk.
âI love your hair girl!â Ava beamed. Violet touched a strand and smiled. âThank you! I did it myself!â
"Seriously? That's awesome" Ava grinned. Mandy returned with Seth's card.
"It"s been declined"
Ava blinked "There's no way. Nix is richer then all of us combined. His momma is an Admiral like her father before her"
Seth swallowed at the numbers. "Is this the entire bar...twice?"
Violet hid a smile as Austin began chanting "Overboard!"
"I'll pay you tomorrow" Seth smiled while Hangman and Austin lifted him up. "I'm counting on it Phoenix" She winked
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a/n: Iâm so sorry! I lost the ask and didnât remember if you requested them to be already dating or not :c but I hope you still like it
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You ran as quickly as you could. You needed to get away from the town. As far as you could! You cursed yourself for losing track of the time, you really shouldnât have been flirting with that damned woman or let her get too close to you.
Well, in your defense, she started it!Â
You didnât know why a witch would be interested in a creature like you. You werenât human, even if you looked like one, and you knew that she knew it too. Even more, you were sure that, as a witch, she knew exactly what you were, and that only made it all stranger! Everyone knew that witches hated werewolves...in fact, everyone hated werewolves! It was a well known fact that you were the most hated and misunderstood of all mythical creatures.
And yet, she seemed so fascinated by you. Perhaps, that was what made you stay with her for a while. It was so strange that someone showed such desire to be in the company of your race.Â
But time flew away and before you noticed it, it was already getting dark, and you knew it was a full moon night. So you apologised and ran away as far as you could, not wanting to put anyone in danger, especially not the beautiful brunette who made you feel welcomed and made you laugh all the time you were together.Â
âStupid little shit!â you thought âyou should have known better than to let a cute girl distract you!â
You were too focused on running as fast as you could and trying to contain the transformation (which was already starting, if the pain on your joints was any hint)that you didnât hear the wind following you.Â
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Agathaâs heart was racing as she followed you through the forest. Sheâd be lying if she said she wasnât absolutely excited for this. She always found werewolves interesting, despite the stigma that other witches like her mother had about them. And when she found you, such a perfect creature, she couldnât contain her emotion.
As a witch, she had to know when it would be a full moon night, because some spells only worked in it. So, in her eyes, you two werenât so different. Thatâs why she kept you distracted, in hopes the moon would reach you before you noticed and it allowed her to watch you transform. Too bad you were more clever than she thought and you ran away, making her fly so as to not lose you.Â
But hey! She had always loved a good race!
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By the time you got to a clear place, your hands and feet were already completely covered in hair. It didn't take you long to finish transforming.
You hated it. Your joints were twisting in unnatural ways, you could feel your spine sag, and your bones change in size. It was terribly painful.
And tragically beautiful in the eyes of a witch hidden in the shadows.
For once in her life, Agatha decided not to push her luck and she remained hidden the entire time you were in the clearing. She never once took her eyes off you, and the howl you let out in the moonlight was etched in her memory and her heart.
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You woke up tired, naked and thirsty. It was always exhausting to wake up after a full moon. If turning into a wolf was painful, returning to your human form was 100 times worse. Usually, you ended up so exhausted that you just passed out.
You jumped a little when you heard a branch snap. You were not alone. You didn't have the time or the strength to get to your feet to escape, and a purple smoke kept you in your place, preventing you from falling.
"Watch out, furball" said an amused voice.
You watched in surprise as the witch from the day before approached you with a basket and a cape. Agatha draped the cloak over your shoulders, disappearing the smoke around you.
"What are you doing here?" you asked carefully
"I went out for a walk when I saw a beautiful naked creature and thought I'd come say hi" she smiled, sarcasm evident in her voice.
You frowned but accepted the canteen she offered, you were thirsty after all. And it was very difficult to ignore the delicious smell that came out of the basket.
You sat in silence while the witch prepared what was evidently a picnic. You didn't understand why she would bother to be so nice to you, but you weren't in a position to say anything.
Agatha watched you with fascination as you ate and drank, obviously exhausted. You were adorable and the howl from the night before was still ringing in her head.
"I don't know if someone had told you, but you have a lovely howl" she told you.
You blinked in surprise and almost choked on the bread.
"Excuse me?" you said
"Your howl. It's adorable" she repeated, moving closer to you.
You swallowed when you realized that she must have followed you last night, which meant she had seen you transform. God, what a shame. The brunette enjoyed seeing you nervous and shamelessly ran her thumb over your lips. There was no trace of the elongated fangs that she could see last night, but it didn't matter, she was patient.
"I can't wait for the next full moon" she whispered.
"W-wait" you stuttered "A-are you flirting with me?"
Agatha smirked wickedly.
"Thanks for noticing"
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Coming Home
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Beatrix/Amethyst
Word Count: ~5.5k
Warnings: A little angst, a little fluff, TW: PTSD symptoms (namely: hallucinations, anxiety attack)
A/N: Hello my sweets! This here I have written for @superfanficnatural and @impala-1979 âs awesome âMert and Palaâs Celebration Challengeâ! My prompt was Clean/Reincarnation/PTSD. It was definitely one of the biggest challenges for me, took a while but itâs finally done and I truly hope yâall like it! đđđ
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Dean Winchester Library
âSo get this, it looks like the Men of Letters kept a file on this witch. Apparently sheâs gone by multiple names in the past three hundred years sheâs been active, the last one on record is Amethyst.â
Dean continued to wipe down the hood of the Impala, looking over to Sam â who was standing at the entrance of the garage, a binder in hand â every now and then to show heâd been listening. For weeks now theyâd been on the trail of a dangerous witch that seemed to be an expert at evasive action. Sheâd roll up into town, hex a couple men to kill their wives for her, and move on before the brothers could reach her latest victims. Tired of driving from state to state with little to show for their efforts, Sam decided it might be best to go back to the bunker and look for information that the fortress of knowledge may have on such a powerful witch. Luckily, heâd been able to find her file, or rather an entire box of files on her, rather quickly.
âOkay, so weâre looking for a witch with an identity crisis?â Dean set the cleaning tools aside and walked over to his brother. The pair headed inside, side by side as Sam continued to look through the binder.
âYeah,â Sam chuckled, âor a really smart one. She changes her name and probably her whole appearance and most hunters are none the wiser. They could be looking for some brunette witch named Beatrix and run into her having changed to a redhead that goes by Meredith pretending to help.â
âFucking witches, man. Theyâre the worst,â Dean sighed as he sat down at one of the tables in the bunkerâs library. He opened a different file on the witch in order to help Sam find as much information as possible. Normally he hated research, but when an ancient witch was going on a murder rampage across the country, it seemed like an all hands on deck situation.
They read for hours only finding trivial information, piles of it but none really important enough to help them find her. It wasnât until they were about to call it a night that Dean came across a picture of a woman that seemed eerily familiar.
Among the pile of reports and book excerpts, the sepia toned photograph had been hiding, barely hanging on to a couple pages with a paper clip. Dean picked up the report and stared at the image, she was beautiful. Long Y/H/C hair flowed down, perfectly framing her face. Her full, inviting lips carefully pulled at the edges, as if sheâd been told to hold back her smile. And her eyes⊠wide, Y/E/C eyes that seemed to sparkle despite the faded tones of the old ink. Yet they also held something in them, an oddly placed apprehension. If Dean didnât know better, heâd say it was even fear, hidden beneath a hopeful gaze.
âEarth to Dean!â Samâs snapping in front of his face brought Dean back to reality. He hadnât realized that his younger brother had been trying to get his attention for a few minutes now.
âDude, are you okay?â
âYeah, sorry,â was all Dean could muster up. Sam frowned but nodded, he was about to ask what had distracted his brother so much when the older Winchester stood up and walked away, a small file in hand.
Dean couldnât help but walk away. The picture seemed to have been taken long ago, decades before Dean was even born, but he couldnât shake the feeling that heâd seen her before. Somewhere out there, not just in a photograph. He reached his room and sat on the edge of the bed, looking through the womanâs file. As his eyes scanned the report in his hands, Deanâs brow furrowed. What he read seemed impossible and yet, if it was part of the Men of Letters archives, chances were that everything written down was true. Minutes after having finished reading the file, Dean grabbed a duffel and packed. He didnât know why or how, but he knew that he had to find Y/N Y/L/N.
****
âI still donât understand, what makes you so sure that this Y/N Y/L/N is still alive?â Sam read and re-read the file as he sat in the passenger seat of the Impala. As soon as Dean had explained, he too had thought it highly unusual, even for them, but he didnât share in Deanâs insistence that this woman, whoever she was, needed to be found. The last entry from the Men of Letters about her was written over one hundred years ago. Who knows if she was still around?
Dean tapped impatiently on the steering wheel, he didnât know why either but something inside him kept nagging, insisting that he knew her and needed to find her, âI just know, Sammy. I donât know how but I do. Donât get me wrong, I know that I sound like a crazy person, but I really think sheâs still cursed and alive. Even if the Men of Letters lost her, I have this feeling that sheâs still out there.â
Sam sighed but conceded, opening up his laptop to see if he could find any information on the mysterious woman. They reached a small hotel in the middle of Nebraska, as Deanâs eyelids had become too heavy to keep driving. As soon as they checked in, Dean collapsed on the closest bed in the motel room.
âYou know, that bluff would work a hell of a lot better if you could stop tapping your foot when you have a good hand.â
Y/N smiled as she laid her cards face down, folding instead of falling for Deanâs ruse to get her to put down even more money. Dean frowned as she did and narrowed his eyes. Theyâd only been playing for half an hour, how did she already know all of his tricks and tells?
She laughed at his suspecting expression, âsorry, love. Iâm not losing all my money to you, even if you are the most handsome man Iâve ever seen.â
Dean couldnât help but smirk at that, he knew she was attracted to him the second he walked through the swinging doors of the dive bar. Looking up from the game of poker sheâd been taking part in, the way she bit her bottom lip and casually flipped her hair had given her away immediately.
âThat so?â Dean winked at her, he was definitely getting lucky tonight. Y/Nâs smile grew wider as she stood up from her chair and walked up behind Dean.
She leaned down, lips close to his ear and her breath fanning over his skin as she whispered, âthat is so. Now if youâll excuse me, I have some business to attend to.â
She placed a quick kiss on his cheek and walked out the door, Dean grabbed the cash from the table and scrambled out of his chair to follow her but was too late. Her car was already pulling out of its parking spot. He barely managed to see her wink at him over her shoulder before she drove away â it wasnât until he reached for his wallet to put the money heâd won away that he realized why sheâd left so quickly. At some point during their short, yet heated, exchange sheâd swiped his wallet containing all the money heâd earned at various poker games and pool hustles in the past two weeks.
Dean awoke with a start. It had been so long ago, ages since heâd seen her but it was definitely her. The woman from the picture. He got up and shook Sam awake, ducking down when the tall Winchester pulled a gun from beneath his pillow. They dressed quickly, Sam barely managing to put his jacket on when Dean started honking the horn, eager to get to Colorado. On the drive to the town where heâd met Y/N, Dean filled Sam in on his dream from the previous night.
âAnd youâre sure that it was the same woman?â Sam asked for the third time.
âYes, Sam. Iâm sure, I knew Iâd seen her somewhere before but itâs been so long I forgot about that time,â Dean stepped on the gas pedal, impatiently wishing that theyâd reach Colorado faster.
âSo youâre saying that the woman who hustled you 12 years ago is the same woman that has apparently been alive for the past 250 yearsâ Sam chuckled, âif this wasnât so weird Iâd actually laugh.â
âShut up,â Dean sighed exasperated, which actually made Sam laugh.
****
They arrived in the town of Buena Vista much faster than expected, thanks to Deanâs enthusiasm on the gas pedal. Though it seemed like a long shot that Y/N would even still be in the same town, at least they had somewhere to start looking from. They checked in to the local Super 8 before changing into their fed suits, choosing to use fake personas to question the townspeople.
Their search proved much shorter than expected when the manager at the grocery store identified Y/L immediately.
âThatâs Helena, at least it was before she went crazy and started calling herself Y/N,â said the man. The brothers looked at each other with furrowed brows.
âCrazy?â Sam prompted.
âYeah, she used to be a real good kid. I mean, when she was younger sheâd get into all kinds of trouble, but who didnât? Once she turned 25 though she became a real fine lady, part of the church group, did a lot of charity work, and even started the local community center, caring for the townspeople for years. Poor thing lost her mind a few months ago though, started having all these episodes and saying her name was Y/N Y/L/N and sheâd been cursed by some witch. We tried helping her but there was only so much we could do. Her parents died a long time ago and she doesnât really have any family around so we decided to help take care of her but when she almost killed the bakerâs daughter in her sleep, the doctors decided it might be best to put her in an institution.â
The brothers were speechless. In the files theyâd read about Y/N, the Men of Letters mentioned episodes she would experience but nothing close to what they had just heard. They thanked the man for his help and headed out. Sam looked up the location of the facility where Y/N had been taken and they drove there in a hurry. If the files were anything to go by, they didnât have long before they lost Y/N.
****
When they arrived at Sunny Meadows, the institution where Y/N had apparently been taken, Dean couldnât help a shiver running down his spine. Despite its elegant design, the facility seemed like a prison â a cage, decorated with peonies and sunflowers but a cage nonetheless.
The brothers walked in and requested a meeting with the facility director, a Dr. Sanderson. They walked into the well-decorated office where an elderly woman sat at the desk. Her small, rectangular glasses perched on the bridge of a long, slim nose. Deeply etched wrinkles surrounded tiny, beady eyes. With a tight lipped smile that unsettled the brothers right on sight.
âMy assistant tells me youâre looking for Helena Roberts?â Dr. Sanderson asked as they sat down across from her.
Sam nodded, âwe think she may have some information on a case weâre working on.â
âI see,â Dr. Sanderson leaned back in her chair, her tiny frame nearly swallowed completely by the squeaky clean leather, âIâm sorry to say, agents, but Ms. Roberts isnât in the best shape to answer any questions at the moment. She doesnât really know who she is, let alone anything concerning an FBI case.â
Dean, who had remained quiet since they walked into the office, sat up straighter and looked the doctor in the eye, âwe understand, doc, but we really need to talk to her.â
Dr. Sanderson looked down and seemed to blush, âvery well. If youâll follow me.â
They walked behind the small-statured woman, along long corridors and past multiple large rooms, all decorated distinctly to differentiate between patients. After a few moments they emerged to the back garden where multiple patients sat around, some looking at the sky, some reading a book, and some admiring the flowers. Before Dr. Sanderson could point her out, Dean spotted Y/N on the far side of the garden, sitting in the middle of what seemed to be a sort of modified devilâs trap made with flower petals. Thanking the director, Sam and Dean walked to where Y/N was.
She sat cross-legged, a large book in front of her as her lips moved in a silent prayer. Engrossed in her ritual, she failed to hear the brothers approaching until Sam cleared his throat to grab her attention.
Stopping her mutters, Y/N looked up and was momentarily blinded by the sun behind them. Once her vision focused, Y/N couldnât help the smile that curled up her lips.
âHi, Y/N,â said Dean, crouching down to be at her eye level, âI donât know if you remember me, Iâm-â
âDean Winchester,â Y/N interrupted, âof course I remember you⊠youâre still the most handsome man Iâve ever seen.â
Sam chuckled incredulously, somehow Deanâs story about meeting this poor woman was true.
Dean laughed, âstill am, huh? Thatâs good to know.â
âDonât let it get to your head,â she replied jokingly, âbut, what are you doing here?â
Dean sat down across from her, signaling Sam to do the same. He reached into his coat's inner pocket and pulled out the photograph heâd found of her in the bunker, âweâre here because we know what happened to you and we want to help.â
Y/N took the photograph from Deanâs hand, running her fingers down the image that contained so many memories. She looked longingly at the picture, and suddenly realized who Sam and Dean were.
âYouâre Men of Letters.â
Sam and Dean looked to each other questioningly.
âWe are,â replied Sam, âhow did you know?â
âI think you know,â said Y/N, âif you have this picture that means you mustâve read my file. The Men of Letters said theyâd write down everything about me to try and help. Three times I found them, and three times they failed. I always died before they could find her, at least until the third time when one of them tried to kidnap me.â
Deanâs expression could not be more confused, âthey did what? The file only mentions a curse, something to do with reincarnation but nothing in detail.â
âWell, they got that right, but thatâs not the whole story. I only told one of them the full story, at least what I could remember but I ran away afterwards. He said he would help me but only if I agreed to be part of his collection.â
âCollection? What was his name, Y/N?â Sam asked.
âMagnus, but I donât think that was his real name. After I escaped him the rest of the Men of Letters tried to convince me that he wasnât really one of them, but I got scared and ran away anyway. I died shortly after and ever since Iâve been too scared to go back⊠wait, youâre not here to take me to his collection are you?â
Y/N stood up immediately, looking around for a weapon to defend herself with. Dean stood up as well and held his hands up in surrender, âweâre not here to hurt you, sweetheart. We just want to help, I promise.â
Despite only having briefly met him once, Y/N could see nothing but truth in Deanâs apple-green irises. She nodded and sat back down, feeling safer but still choosing to stay in the protection of her trap.
Dean looked down at the modified trap and asked, âwhat is this? It looks like a devilâs trap.â
âItâs a witch trap,â Sam chimed in, looking at the symbols âdrawnâ with rose petals, âisnât it?â
âYeah,â Y/N nodded, âgood eye.â
âA witch trap? We have those?â Dean questioned.
Sam looked up to his brother, âIâve read about them but the lore mentioned them as more of a theoretical defense, there wasnât any proof that they actually work.â
âWell, they do. Itâs whatâs keeping her away from me,â said Y/N.
âHer? As in the witch that cursed you?â Dean sat back down.
âSheâs close, I can feel it. She knows itâs almost time to die and she likes to watch.â
Sam frowned, he didnât want to seem insensitive but the lack of information was becoming more frustrating by the minute, âwhatâs the curse, Y/N? The Men of Letters only called it âreincarnation curseâ but Iâve never read anything like it.â
âWell,â Y/N sighed, âitâs a long story but⊠basically, a couple centuries ago, before the American Revolution, I was betrothed to an old man, a lord or something, itâs hard to remember properly. My parents were not the best off and heâd taken interest in me. I didnât want to marry him, though, I was in love with someone else. His name was Michael⊠most handsome man Iâd ever seen.â
She looked off to the distance, trying to remember the man sheâd once loved. A cough interrupted her reverie and she smiled nervously, âsorry. To be honest I hardly remember him now, I just remember having that thought. Anyway, weâd planned to elope and run away, almost did except someone else was interested in him as well.â
âShe went by the name âBeatrixâ at the time,â Y/N continued, âher and Michaelâs parents had arranged for the two to marry and when we decided weâd run away she found out. We didnât know at the time but she turned out to be a witch. On the night we had planned to leave, she caught up to us and went crazy. She ran to his side and whispered something in his ear. Next thing I knew he was coming for me andâŠâ
Faded images began to seep into Y/Nâs mind, tears were streaming down her face and Dean reached out to wipe them away with his thumb. He didnât know why, but he suddenly felt the need to hold her.
âIâm sorry⊠itâs just hard, especially since she erased my memories of his image. Iâve only been able to hang on to him through my feelings. She was powerful enough to erase him from my mind but my heart still remembers.â
Sam nodded sympathetically, while Dean moved to her side, wrapping his arms around her.
âItâs okay, darling,â said Dean, âtake the time you need.â
She let the tears fall freely for a few moments.
âThank you,â she sniffled, âgod Iâm sorry, Iâm such a mess.â
âNot at all, like Dean said just take your time.â
Y/N smiled gratefully, âanyway, long story short, he killed me. At least I remember something or someone stabbing me, and just before I died I heard Beatrix laugh and chant some words. It wasnât until I came back as someone else and started getting my memories back later on that I realized what she did. Every 37 years, like clockwork, I die. Basically, sheâs cursed me to live multiple lives. Actually have a life, learn to love, learn to hate, have a proper experience and when it seems to be going my way I get these headaches followed by a flood of memories. Memories of the witch, faded memories of Michael, and mainly memories of the ways every man Iâve ever loved has killed me.â
They all sat in silence, the brothers trying to understand the story theyâd just been told. They had seen their fair share of witchcraft but this seemed extreme, even for them. While Sam tried to understand the curse and figure out ways to find the witch and break it, Dean couldnât help the surge of anger coursing through his veins.
How could someone do that? How could anyone hurt Y/N like that? And for what? Another man? Falling in love? If he thought he hated witches before, it was nothing compared to what he felt now. The seething rage and disgust he felt towards them increased tenfold. Looking down at Y/N, he still didnât understand the need to protect her or the odd connection he felt to her, but he knew that there was nothing on this earth that would stop him from saving her. Even if it was the last thing heâd ever do.
****
Soon after the sun started to set, Sam and Dean convinced Y/N to leave the facility with them. Theyâd promised to protect and help her. Sheâd been apprehensive at first but the moment she looked into Deanâs eyes she knew she could trust him with her life. Breaking her out of the institution was a piece of cake. All they did was pull a fire alarm and get lost in the crowd as the building was evacuated. After a couple hours, they found themselves back in the motel room, sitting at the kitchenette table as Y/N took a shower.
âAnything?â Dean asked Sam, opening yet another beer.
Theyâd been searching for any witch activity nearby, but so far the search had proved unsuccessful.
âNothing,â Sam ran a hand through his long, brown locks, âI really donât think sheâs around here.â
âY/N said sheâs around so that means sheâs around. Come on, man, we have to save her.â
âWhat is this about, Dean? This whole time youâve been acting weird and I didnât want to say anything before but youâre starting to worry me.â Sam closed his laptop and leaned forward on the table.
Dean sighed and rolled his eyes, ânothing, Sam. I just wanna get this case over with.â
âBullshit, Dean. Somethingâs going on, just tell me.â
âI donât know, okay?â Dean yelled as he stood up, âI just know that I need to save her!â
In the middle of the argument, the brothers hadnât noticed Y/N standing just outside the bathroom door. Sheâd recently emerged from the steamy shower and heard the entire exchange.
âYou feel it too?â She asked, walking slowly towards Dean. Ever since heâd popped back into her life, Y/N had felt a sort of connection to Dean. Like a magnet pulling her towards the tall, handsome man with the honest and stunning green eyes.
She stopped right in front of him, unknowingly reaching up to touch his face. Dean was speechless.
As her hand touched his stubbled cheek, he closed his eyes and leaned into it. He didnât know how or why, all he knew was that being this close to her felt⊠right. Right and peaceful.
As her thumb lightly traced his lower lip, Dean opened his eyes and became lost in her Y/E/C orbs. They were like oceans, or deep Y/E/C lakes that held so much â all the pain of her past deaths, all the love of her past lives, the fear and the joy, the confusion and the knowledge, everything she had been, and everything she would ever be.
Y/N felt the same way. As she stared deep into his soul, she could see him, truly see who he was. Someone who had been through more than anyone ever should, someone who had been to hell and back â literally, although that she did not know â but also someone who loved more fiercely and passionately than any human ever could. A tug on her heart strings whispered a secret, a secret that made no sense and yet made all the sense in the world. Who was Dean Winchester? Her heart knew.
Having completely forgotten Sam was in the room, Dean leaned down to kiss Y/N. Her eyes fluttered shut and he closed the distance. His breath fanned over her lips and his heart hammered in his chest. Closer and closer, until there was but a hairâs distance between their lips.
Suddenly, Y/N started screaming. Deep, frightened shrieks as she backed away.
âNO!â She cried, falling to her knees, âplease, donât kill me!â
She looked up at Dean through tear-filled eyes, the walls closing in around her and air completely leaving her lungs. She could barely make out Deanâs figure leaning down toward her, a sickening smirk on his face as he pulled a dagger from his jacket. She backed away as best she could but he followed, the sadistic glimmer of ecstasy visible in his now glowing, red eyes. Y/N curled up into fetal position and sobbed, it was happening again. He made her love him and now he would kill her. Like others before, he would grab her by the hair â she could almost feel the strong pull at her scalp â and drag her upwards. Stare at her with evil in his heart, and drag the sharp blade down her chest, stopping just where her heart was beating before plunging the dagger deep inside her, laughing as she choked on her own blood.
Dean was frantic. He tried to reach down to help her but she was completely terrified of him. The fear in her eyes broke his heart into a thousand pieces, even more when Sam ran to her. She curled up against him and begged to be saved from the monster, begged to be protected from Dean.
Sam held a shaking Y/N in his arms, he did the best he could to calm her down. She was hallucinating, somehow imagining Dean would kill her, and was completely inconsolable. Looking up at Dean apologetically, Sam could see how this was affecting his brother. Impossibly, Dean had fallen in love with a complete stranger and the image of her frightened, specifically by him, must be causing the older Winchester insurmountable amounts of pain.
Unable to take it anymore, Dean grabbed his car keys and headed for the door. He swung it open and was surprised to see Dr. Sanderson stood there, hand raised as if she were about to knock.
âAh, Mr. Winchester, so nice to see you again,â said Dr. Sanderson.
Dean frowned, âsorry, doc. Donât know who youâre looking for but no Winchester here.â
Dr. Sanderson smiled, âoh come off it, Dean. We both know who you really are.â
At the realization, Deanâs eyes widened as he reached backwards for his gun. Before he could aim at her, she raised her hand and yelled âRecedas!â
Suddenly, Dean was thrown backwards by an invisible force. Crashing against the far wall of the motel room as Sam reacted quickly to the attack. Not quick enough, however, as the witch repeated the curse and sent him flying backwards as well. Tethered to their respective walls, the Winchesters groaned in pain, struggling to get free as they watched the witch walk towards a distraught Y/N.
âY/N, sweetie. So glad I found you,â she leaned down and grabbed Y/Nâs chin between her forefinger and thumb.
âDr. Sanderson?â Y/N whispered incredulously.
âOh, sorry, almost forgot Iâm still wearing my old hag form,â the witch laughed as she stepped back and muttered words in Latin. As she did, a purple light surrounded her, blinding everyone else and completely enveloping her. As the light dissipated, a beautiful brunette appeared before their eyes. Dean looked to Sam, worry etched across his features.
âBeatrix,â Y/N managed.
âThatâs better, isnât it? Now we can talk like old times, it has been a while... I missed you, honey.â
Sam frowned as he looked to see who the witch called honey. It wasnât Y/N.
Beatrix sauntered over to Dean, reaching out to drag one perfectly manicured finger down his chest, âyou know, at first I couldnât believe my eyes. Itâs been so long since I last saw you, I almost thought my mind was playing tricks on me.â
âLet us go, you bitch,â Dean seethed at the witch.
âItâs funny,â Beatrix continued, ignoring Deanâs demand as she laid both hands on his chest, caressing the firm muscles beneath his thin cotton shirt, âI cursed little Y/N here because she stole you from me, I wanted her to suffer over and over again. To fall in love like you and I did, to find happiness and then take it when she least expected it. I orchestrated the whole thing, Iâve seen all her lives and Iâve seen all her deaths but this⊠this is just a delicious coincidence.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â Y/N asked. She was still on the floor, too scared to move but had found just enough courage to speak.
Beatrix laughed, âright. Sorry, I forgot what I did to you. You really donât know who he is, do you?â
Y/N shook her head, tears once again streaming down her cheeks.
Leaving Dean behind, Beatrix walked towards Y/N again, âwell here, letâs see if you remember now.â
She leaned down and pressed her blood-red lips to Y/Nâs forehead. As soon as she did, faded and blurry memories of a long lost love flooded her mind. Walks in the park and stolen kisses in the cloak of night. Beautiful green eyes staring deep into her soul, filled with promises and love.
âMichael?â Y/N cried out.
âBingo!â
Samâs confused gaze flitted between Beatrix and Y/N and Dean. Soon, however, his hazel eyes widened in realization.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about, witch?â Dean growled as he saw Beatrix so close to Y/N, forget the pain he felt as heâd been slammed against the wall, heâd take a thousand hits before he let the damn witch touch Y/N again.
âItâs you, Dean,â Sam gasped for air as the force keeping him against the wall pressed on further, âyouâre Michael.â
âNo, he died a long time ago, Y/N said so,â Dean almost forgot he was still incapacitated by the witchâs curse, he was too focused on what Sam had just said to care.
Y/N stood on shaky legs, taking slow, measured steps towards him. âMichael,â she whispered as she touched his face once more.
âItâs Dean, sweetheart. Donât worry, Iâm going to save you,â his voice cracked as he saw the love and admiration in Y/Nâs eyes, and for just a moment, he was at peace again.
An evil cackling brought him back to reality, âadorable. And remarkable, youâre not him at all and yet you feel the same way for this peasant as he did. Well, if youâre so desperate to be like MichaelâŠâ
Beatrix raised a hand and blew on a small pile of dust in her hand. She muttered more Latin and soon Dean was freed from his invisible prison. A gush of air surrounded him and suddenly his hand reached up to Y/N. To touch her, he told himself, but his hand had other plans. Against his wishes, it closed around Y/Nâs throat, fingers wrapped around her soft skin as they squeezed, effectively cutting off her supply of air.
Y/N eyes widened in fear once more, she clawed at his hands around her throat, desperately trying to pry them off, to no avail. Dean screamed in agony, he wanted to stop, needed to stop, but his body wouldnât listen, it was as if he was being possessed by a demon. Able to see what he did but incapable to stop it, even as his free hand pulled at the possessed one currently killing his love.
Beatrix laughed heartily, out of all the times sheâd seen Y/N die, this may be her favorite yet. Not only did she get her revenge once more, she had seen a reincarnation of her former lover and it was Dean Winchester, the infamous hunter that so many others were terrified of. And he too suffered. She could see the pain in his eyes as he choked the life out of Y/N, and it was bliss to the witch.
She was so focused on the scene unfolding before her that she failed to keep the focus on Samâs grip. The tall Winchester dropped to the floor, running to where his gun had dropped. He raised the weapon and cocked it. Although subtle and barely audible amid the cacophony of screams and laughter, the witch managed to hear the click and turned just in time to throw another curse at Sam. The weapon flew from his hands, Beatrix was seething, preparing to deliver a fatal strike when the boom of a shot rang in their ears.
She turned to Dean again, and saw the gun in his free hand. Gasping for breath, the witch sank to her knees. She tried to mutter one last curse before her body gave way and she collapsed completely, finally dead.
As Beatrix exhaled her last breath, the hand that was wrapped around Y/Nâs throat let go and Dean regained full control. Breathless, Y/N collapsed against him and darkness enveloped her.
âY/N!â Dean shook Y/Nâs limp body.
No, I just saved you. Please, come back!
His thoughts raced a thousand miles per hour, his heart broke for the millionth time that day and just when he was about to give up hope, a ragged breath escaped Y/Nâs lips.
She coughed violently, gasping for breath as she regained consciousness. Dean held her close to him and kissed her forehead.
Warmth radiating from his body enveloped Y/N in a blanket of safety and comfort. She knew it was Dean, not Michael per se, but the feelings were the same. It was as if, somehow, despite everything sheâd gone through, her love had gotten back to her.
Dean couldnât explain the feelings he had for Y/N but he couldnât care less. She was his, she was safe, and that was all that really mattered.
Looking down to Y/N, Dean felt reality warp around them. Suddenly, they werenât in a motel room anymore but in the middle of a garden, bathed in moonlight, surrounded by trees as the wind whispered sweet nothings in their ear. Her beautiful, wide eyes met his own and her full lips beckoned him closer. He leaned down and touched his lips to hers.
The second their lips met, fireworks went off around them. The kiss was gentle at first, light touches. Soon, however, a hunger deep within Dean awoke and he turned desperate, lightly biting at her lower lip. Swallowing her moans and brushing his tongue against hers.
In the midst of it all, Dean realized one thing; heâd finally come home.
****
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Thorns & Jasmine
In which more memories surface Breannan would have liked to keep buried.
Warnings: Nightmares, panic, aftermath of torture and some unpleasant healing the previous day, flashbacks to more angst, bad injuries and almost drowning
Please note: This is a version without any references to suicide - the difference isnât that large, but if you come here by any other way than over the link in the full version, you can find it on the masterlist đ
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The night was every bit as restless as Breannan had assumed. Caldyn kept waking up, sometimes screaming, sometimes merely shaking. It never took long for him to fall back asleep, probably due to both his exhaustion and Breannanâs closeness.
When the darkness outside the windows slowly faded, Caldyn awoke, for once not from a nightmare, but slowly. His hand on Breannanâs side twitched as he moved his head.
âBreannan.â
âIâm here,â he said, lightly stroking the back of Caldynâs neck.
âHow late?â
âItâs morning.â A quick glance towards the window confirmed it. âThe sun is about to rise.â
Gwyneth would come back soon. Breannan only hoped that his friend would also still be able to trust her, after what she had had to do on the previous day.
âSorry. Kept you up again.â
Whatever it was that Caldyn had heard on the previous day, it seemed to be gone now, or at least quieter. His words were still strained, but no longer as fragmented, the meaning behind them not as exhausted anymore.
âDonât worry. I got to sleep yesterday, didnât I?â Which of course meant he was tired again after spending the whole night awake, but it wasnât so bad. And today wouldnât be as horrible as yesterday, so he was sure heâd make it until the evening.
âLetâs get you some water,â he said, trying to keep himself busy and Caldyn distracted. It worked. First he helped his friend sit up again, then he reached for the cup. When Caldyn signaled him that he was done, Breannan filled it again for himself, drinking slowly.
âBreannan? Can weâŠâ Caldyn paused, and Breannan gave him time to find his words. Whatever heâd want, if it was at all possible, heâd make sure to fulfill this wish.
âCan we⊠move the bed? To the wall?â Caldynâs left hand brushed over the blanket, spread over soft moss and leaves. âLess⊠less open.â
âOf course.â Breannan looked around, scanning the room. One wall was fully covered with a grown shelf, one was free. Between the window, the door and other furniture, the other two didnât have much room in front of them. âIâll ask Gwyneth to help me with it when she comes. Then I can hold you while she moves the bed.â
It probably wasnât exactly what the healer was coming here for, but he had no doubt sheâd do them that favor. He faintly wondered if sheâd be as relieved as he was that Caldyn was getting better. Not just physically. Breannan was so glad to see him get better mentally, to speak, to ask for things. Caldyn was fighting, and heâd be at his side for as long as he would want him there.
âHey, itâs me,â Gwyneth announced herself a short while later.
âHello, Gwyneth,â Breannan replied.
She entered the room, not carrying anything today. As she came closer, her gaze wandered over Breannan and her patient, and whatever it was she saw in them, it was enough to put a small smile on her lips.
âAlright,â she said as she settled down. âLetâs get those wounds closed.â
Breannanâs gaze automatically wandered to Caldynâs chest. He had avoided taking a closer look at it so far, but it was less bad than he had feared. Not that it would be easy to be worse than it had already been; whatever small holes the thorns had left behind vanished between torn bark, and the fresh sap had long crystallized.
âActually, would you mind helping us with something first?â he asked. When she looked at him questioningly, he gestured to the far wall. âWeâd like to move his bed. If you could take it over there while I sit with him?â
âSure.â She looked from the bed to the wall and back. âMight as well grab a new blanket while Iâm on it, right?â
Breannan nodded as he pulled Caldyn closer towards him. Gwyneth walked around, picking up a fresh blanket and pushing the old one aside, so she could reach the bedding beneath it. She moved it over to the wall, eventually placing the fresh blanket on top, tucking it around the moss.
âThink thatâs it,â she said, crouching down next to Caldyn and Breannan. âNow how do we get you over there?â
That was a good question; one Breannan hadnât asked himself before. There was no way Caldyn would be able to walk, not even with their help. Breannan was a good deal taller than his friend, though, and would probably be strong enough to carry him, at least partially.
âIâd say I take your shoulders and carry you, and Gwyneth can make sure your legs are fine. What do you say?â
When Caldyn nodded, Breannan got up without letting go of him. He reached for Caldynâs shoulders, grabbing him under the arms and pulling him up. Slowly, he half dragged, half carried Caldyn across the room, while Gwyneth made sure his legs werenât moving any more than necessary. It was only a few steps, but Breannan was glad when he had reached the bed and was able to lower Caldyn down onto it. He tried to be as careful as possible, but he didnât miss the way Caldyn clenched his teeth as his back touched the bed.
Lying down, Caldyn felt around, his fingers sliding over the blanket until they found the wall. He traced the faint patterns the plants had left behind when single strands had merged into one almost solid surface, years ago. âThank you,â he said, turning his head, evidently not quite sure where Breannan or Gwyneth were standing.
âOf course,â she said, sitting down next to him. Now that there was a wall on the other side of Caldyn, Breannan would have a harder time staying at his side when she healed him. âHow about I take a look at those wounds now?â
Caldyn nodded, but the moment Gwyneth reached for his chest, he flinched back against the wall.
She watched him, her hands hovering over him. âI wonât hurt you.â
âI⊠I know.â Despite his words, he flinched again when she reached for him. This time Gwyneth tried to go on, placing her finger next to one of the spots where she had removed the thorns. She didnât get to start healing before Caldyn tried to crawl away, shaking visibly.
âPlease, please donât,â he whispered, the same kind of terror behind his words as the night before.
Gwyneth leaned back with a sigh, placing her hands in her lap.
âIâm sorry. I know⊠know itâs you. I canâtâŠâ Caldynâs voice broke and a few shaky breaths followed, while his hand slid searchingly over the wall. âIâm sorry.â
âItâs alright,â Breannan said. He understood his friend too well. âShe wonât.â He wouldnât let her. Not unless it was absolutely necessary, and it didnât seem to be. He knew it would have been slightly easier to heal those wounds while they were fresh, but in the grand scheme of things it probably didnât matter much.
âIâm not sure where to continue then,â Gwyneth said. âHis back, so lying down wonât hurt as much, or his legs, so he can move again and possibly lie on his side.â
âYou could ask him,â Breannan pointed out.
âIâm sorry. Iâm not very used to my patients beingâŠâ
âAwake?â Caldyn asked.
Gwyneth made a quiet, embarrassed noise, confirming affirmation.
âI understand.â He paused, bending his head back and trying to move his leg. He sank back with a pained hiss, taking a moment before he managed to speak again. âLegs. Please.â
Gwyneth nodded and shifted to sit closer to them. âUsually someone else takes over at that point. When theyâre⊠when itâs sure theyâll survive.â
Caldyn flinched as she put her hands near his left knee. âThe blue house,â he then said. âI was there?â When she confirmed this as well, he added, âThe small room?â
âYou know about it?â
âI was invited there⊠once.â Caldynâs voice was weak, but steady. âDidnât go. Left the tree instead.â
âRight. Breannan said you are a healer.â Gwyneth moved his leg, tracing the ripped bark, starting to mend it. âAnd I can tell that youâre a good one.â
Breannan had quietly listened to the two of them. When they now fell silent, he couldnât help but ask, âHow do you know?â
It had been the wrong thing to ask, he knew it instantly, even if he had no idea what about his question had been wrong. Gwyneth froze, her hand hovering over Caldynâs leg. She looked from him to Breannan, then at her hand, resting on Caldynâs thigh.
âHis legs. They were broken before,â she said quietly. âPossibly more than⊠once.â
When she paused, looking at Caldyn for confirmation, he nodded. The silent gesture was worse than anything he could have said. It made Breannan sick. Gwyneth had mentioned before how it was likely that the lost ones had forced his friend to heal himself until he had run out of energy to do so. Thinking about what exactly might have happened was different from bringing up the mere theory, though.
âWas there anything else you managed to heal?â Gwyneth asked, her gaze wandering over Caldynâs body. âAnything I should check?â
Caldyn was quiet for a while. He raised his left hand, placing it over his left hip, close to his core. âI tried to⊠to escape. He was⊠he stabbed me. Here andâŠâ His hand slid off as he tried to move it higher, and he didnât seem to have the strength to lift it again. âI would have, but⊠I didnât⊠didnât want to⊠die.â Caldynâs voice was trembling, pain and fear and hopelessness behind the words.
Breannan scrambled a step back, trying to focus on breathing. He shouldnât have asked. Of all the memories, this was the last one he could allow to take over. He looked at the window, at the dim light tinted green by endless leaves. He was home, under his parentâs branches, and his friend would be fine, and he was sitting at the shore of a long forgotten lake, his torso, bark crudely stitched together, hurting with every breath.
âToo close to your core?â Gwyneth asked, and Breannan tried to focus on her voice. Her movements were blurry before his tear-filled eyes as she checked the spots Caldyn had pointed to.
His hands, wrapped tightly in soft leaves, hurt even more. He was thirsty, but there was no way for him to lift the hollow pumpkin filled with water they had left next to him. He could call for them, probably, but with them they would bring those spoken words.
âYes.â
Words. Meaningless, terrible words. At least there was a hint of meaning behind them, of compassion and pity and rage. It wasnât enough to truly understand them. It was still too much like the noises those horrible creatures had made.
Breannan had retreated into the corner of his study room. It was all he could do. He should get out, should run, he was too close to Caldyn. He didnât want him to know, didnât want him to feel, but there was no way heâd manage to get up, or stop it.
He stared at the water, glistening in the evening sun. If even his people used these sounds now, heâd never escape them. They had tried to teach him the names they had chosen, a single word for each of them. He couldnât remember them, and he couldnât repeat them. He didnât want to.
âBreannan? Whatâs wrong?â
Someone touched him and he screamed; tried to scream, the noise that left his lips choked and breathless. He couldnât breathe, no matter how hard he tried. His body was falling apart from the lack of air. It was terrible and familiar, promising numbness behind the panic.
Lishâs hands wrapped around him as she dragged him out of the water. Words and meaning, noise and worry, asking him what had happened. Breannan wasnât sure what had happened. He had wanted to drink, without calling for anyone.
âBreannan? Are you hurt? What happened?â
He coughed, and it hurt in his chest, and they kept talking all around him, and it hurt in his head. He winced every time one of them spoke, the meaning behind the noise not enough to tell him what was going on.
âGwyneth. Leave him. Please. He needs space.â
âBut ââ
âPlease. Come here. Donât talk.â
The voices were gone now. There was only the sound of the forest, of wind and rustling leaves and singing birds. Lish was holding him, her hand on his forehead, her hum carrying the promise of safety. The sun was sinking below the horizon, so low already he didnât have to blink against its light. It was beautiful and quiet.
It was quiet. Quiet enough for Breannan to open his eyes, to see his surroundings. No lake and no sunset, just his study room. And on the far side, Caldyn sitting against the wall, Gwyneth at his side. Breannan met her gaze, so full of unspoken concern.
He couldnât tell them, couldnât speak. The words were forgotten. Gwyneth said something, and he couldnât understand her either. The sound was enough to make him flinch again. Caldyn tapped her shoulder, lowered his head towards her, perhaps saying something. Breannan couldnât hear it. She nodded, and she got up, and she left.
Breannan didnât know how long he sat still, trying to calm his breaths. They didnât hurt, not really, but he felt like they had to. After a while, he realized there was a sound, a low humming noise. It carried something. Meaning.
Come.
He didnât think as he followed it, making his way across the room towards Caldyn. A hand searched for him, following the sound he had caused as he had settled down. Breannan reached for it, still unable to speak. He didnât have to. The hand coaxed him to lie down, lying partly on the soft moss of Caldynâs bed. Another hand found his forehead, stroking it lightly, and the hum returned.
Safe.
It was wrong. It should be him, comforting his friend. But he was so tired, and the memory still dangerously close. As he closed his eyes, he was back at the lake, Lishâs hand brushing through his hair as she hummed quietly. He opened his eyes, and it was his friendâs hand, his hum carrying the same worry. He wanted to tell him that he was fine. All the words were gone from his mind.
The hum changed. Rest. The touch stayed the same.
Breannan closed his eyes. The smell of wet sand and seaweed from his memory mixed with the smell of dust and books in his study room. The touch was Lishâs and Caldynâs and both and none. The meaning behind their hum told him that he was loved and safe. It was quiet. He slept.
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