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25 lives — katsuki bakugo

ೃ pairing: pro! hero katsuki bakugo x fem! reader

ೃ tags: alternate universe/time traveler au, a lot of angst, fluff but the sentimental and nostalgic kind, flashbacks, bakugo travels through so many parallel worlds just to find you.

ೃ warnings: strong language. wc: 4,764 words

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ೃ Heavily Inspired by one of my favorite written poetry/prose of all time, 25 Lives by Tongari. The poem will be heavily referenced and mentioned in this fic! The lines from said poem can be identified [❝ like this❞.]

ೃ After losing the love of his life in a brutal villain incident, Katsuki Bakugo had lost a part of him. Nothing and no one could ever bring her back. He became the shell of a person he once was; fiery, bright, and the driven #2 Pro-hero in the country. He continues to live life with guilt, all hope still lost until he is gifted a time device that can transport him to parallel universes, dimensions and alternate worlds, where he begins his quest to find his lost love. Crossing a hundred of realities and living twenty-five lifetimes just to bring her back into his arms.

“Stars die. they die and they are not sorry

No matter how much the moon says otherwise.

Stars die and your whole galaxy explodes.”

For the majority of Katsuki Bakugo’s life, he is the main star of the show.

Then, you came into his life and made everything else feel like a rehearsal.

In a world where he mostly treated everyone in his life as extras, you were the main heroine.

When he put up walls around himself, you brought them crashing down.

To him, the concept of love and loving someone romantically was foreign. It always came to him as a question, If whether or not love was something worth living for and sacrificing for, giving your half to another person to be whole, when he can already live for himself.

It was always a question… until you became the answer.

“Use my new baby wisely! Okay, Bakugo-san!?”

Hatsume Mei, a schoolmate of Katsuki back in his UA days, warned him cautiously. She was now an esteemed scientist, one of the best in the country. Katsuki was the first one to come into her mind when she finally completed her new invention, a gadget that can transfer a person’s soul and being to a different body; one in a different space time continuum.

It was as if living a new and different life.

In another universe.

The concept of the device was pretty straight-forward. You are able to go to different dimensions and live the life of your other self; then if it wasn’t the world you wanted to live in, you are free to disappear and go to another parallel universe. It raised skepticism at first and it sounded too good to be true, as how could something as extravagant and complex as this become possible? But they were living in a world full of heroes with the most unique and bizarre quirks, so why can’t it be possible?

This was his chance.

Maybe, with this, he can bring back (Y/N)…

All along, there had been hope.

He was finally going to see her again.

His thoughts bring him back to the day of the incident.

What was reported to be a regular villain attack, escalated into something that no one could expect.

She was the only casualty-

And he was a minute too late.

Was he not fast enough? What could have happened if he had gotten there in time? Hundreds of hundreds of scenarios of what could’ve been still continue to haunt him until this very day, what could have happened if he had only arrived there earlier to save her? The things he would do to see her beautiful face and feel her calming presence once more, to see the loving woman he went back to after a tiring day, to pepper kisses on, to be dancing with in the kitchen at 2 am, to be the sharing the first cup of coffee with in the morning, the one to wake up to every single morning…

The one whom you’d share the rest of your life with.

But, now… that life was gone.

Seeing your limp and unmoving body surrounded by debris was the most devastating experience and image he had to see and go through in his entire life.

He could do nothing but hold you in his arms, gritting his teeth, tears streaming down from his cheeks, feeling nothing but frustration and powerlessness as the world came crashing down on him.

“Dammit (Y/N!) Why you? Why did it have to be you?”

Your resting eyes and dormant body remain steady and… cold. Your boyfriend rests his head on your shoulder, trying to hide that he was bawling in pain and sorrow. Katsuki began to feel the weight of his emotions pulling him down, his thoughts reminding him of his past failures and mistakes, and now that this accident that met your demise became one of those said mistakes, how will he be able to recover? If he was able to overcome his demons and insecurities solely because of you, his friends, and his parental figures to guide him… will he even be able to do the same once again?

He was the #2 Pro Hero too… What will the public think of him?

After he had failed to save the one that he had loved the most?

It has been a year since then.

Katsuki’s life went on without you.

Well, of course it did, Of course it does. It was just an ending, they told him. Not the end.

He told the general public that he had been slowly recovering and that he was able to bounce back to his usual explosive self. Still yelling, still being the competitive and pompous ass he is, even as a Pro-hero. But his friends and family weren’t dumb. Kirishima, his closest confidante knew there was something wrong with him. His parents noticed too that he still wasn’t himself. All of them did.

They all knew Katsuki still hasn’t recovered from the incident at all.

I mean, who would right?

It was perfectly normal to mourn. It was part of the healing process. The Pro Hero Dynamight still can’t move on and that feeling was valid. It takes time to fully heal and he had already made it clear time and time again that he will never ever love someone like the way he loved (Y/N).

But, if there was a way to bring her back, then he wanted to take that chance.

When Izuku heard of news from Hatsume Mei’s newest invention, Katsuki’s green-haired childhood friend immediately told him about it.

Although he was unsure at first, the quirky scientist assured him to wait a little bit more for the trials of the device to finish if he wasn’t sure about it. And when her test subject came back safely, bringing home their lost relative from another universe, that was when Katsuki became sure of his plans.

This was the key to bring (Y/N) back.

It wasn’t going to be easy but he would do absolutely everything just to see you again.

And with that, the day of his world-jumping adventure (literally) had finally arrived.

Bidding farewell to his family and friends, a small gut feeling inside of him says that this might be the last time he’ll ever see them again… and so, in the most Katsuki Bakugo fashion ever, he thanked everyone present that day… indirectly. He expressed appreciation to those who supported him and helped him throughout his life.

Now, it was his time to find the girl who had been there for him the most.

(through his darkest times and saddest nights, she was the ray of sunshine.)

He took a deep breath, turning to his loved ones one last time, a solemn nod yet the cheekiest smirk present on his face as he disappears, whisked away to another world.

The parallel universes that he was going through dropped him into different years of his life. So, Bakugo had to adapt to knowing what age his other self was in the timeline he was currently in. He was lucky that most of the time he landed in a world and at the time where he was a student at UA.

The time where he originally met you.

He needed to take note of every world he had been too because not only were each and every one so different. Katsuki wasn’t a poetic person (his vocabulary mostly composed of colorful words.) but as he continued to jump through so many parallel universes, he had begun to take note of the ones that stood out to him the most. In the form of a poem, one that he thought you would appreciate when he finally reunites with you. Another you at least.

[❝ The very first time I remember you, you are blonde and don’t love me back.❞

✧ This is the first parallel universe in where you were an upperclassman. From Class 3-A. A friend of Nejire, one of the big three. Katsuki was so delighted to see you, only for you to not know him. He was currently one of the most popular students in UA, of course he is, but you paid him no attention, passing by him in the hallways as if he was just another regular freshman, instead, you were seen holding hands with some slimey-looking guy that Katsuki has never ever seen in school. This wasn’t you. Or, at least, this wasn’t the (Y/N) he was looking for. This was only the first parallel world. He wasn’t going to give up.

[❝ The next time you are brunette, and you do.❞ ]

✧ Unrequited love. What a stupid cliché. In this world, he was an idiot too far up his own ass, whilst the entirety of Class 1-A loathed him and did not look up to him like the way they did in his original world. Katsuki was so caught up in trying to change his personality, that he failed to notice you. The girl who was always in the back of the classroom, looking out the window. You were always just there. Never noticed. Admiring him from afar.

[❝ After a while I give up trying to guess if the color of your hair means anything. because even if you don’t exist, I am always in love with you. ❞ ]

✧ This was practically the same world that Katsuki originated from. Only you were missing. Every single event that transpired in his life, had happened in this parallel universe. The USJ Incident, The Forest Camp Training, The Trip to to Nabu Island… everything. There was this huge empty space that you were supposed to fill. Except, you didn’t exist in this universe. It was the quietness and the lack of your presence in this world that bothers him. Katsuki wonders how this other self of his could continue this life without you in the picture.

[❝ I remember most fondly those lifetimes where we get to grow up together, when you share your secrets and sorrows and hiding places with me. ❞ ]

✧ This universe surprised him with puppy love. Here, he was brought back to his childhood. You were his dearest friend and childhood sweetheart. The three of you along with Deku, were a trio. At a very young age, you kept his feet on the ground, never wanting him to think that he was above everyone else despite his powerful quirk. The young Bakugo was able to share his frustrations and insecurities to you, while you always listened. You were always there. He talked about his quirk and his complaints about how the other kids only liked him for his powers, but not for who he actually is. You continued to support him and love him wholesomely for who he was and he was glad to have a friend like you and…. Deku. (as much as he didn’t want to admit it

However, it ended there. The two of you lying down on the hill, looking up at the stars, and shyly holding hands. Just randomly faded away. And in a blink of an eye, the timeline shifts forward to middle school. His worst years, he would say.

He was so eager to see you again and hopefully remain friends with Izuku after all this time.

Yet, you were nowhere to be found and… Izuku wasn’t his friend anymore.

Apparently, the two of you became distant after graduating elementary because you moved away and never got into contact with him ever again.

This was too heartbreaking for this universe’s Bakugo. To have such a wonderful and healthy social life when he was a kid, only for all of that to just disappear when he started middle school. On to the next parallel world then.

[❝ I love how you play along with my bad ideas, before you grow up and realize they are bad ideas. And in our times together I have many bad ideas.❞ ]

✧ The Sludge Villain. A very traumatizing experience that still haunts Katsuki until this very day. In this world, you were still friends with him. Always following him around and making sure he didn’t get into trouble. He continuously pushes you away, telling you that he didn’t need you and you shouldn’t be controlling of him.

You finally had enough of his arrogance that day and… got into an argument with him. It was the same day as the Sludge Villain incident.

It happened in this universe too.

After he was captured by said villain, you ran after him, tears welling up in your eyes, wanting to reach out and save him. The sludge villain noticed you, and became more interested in your quirk, targeting you instead. All Might was a little too late and…

The incident led you to losing your quirk and having to live in a hospital for the rest of your years.

It felt like a long bad dream. One that reminded him of your demise in his original world. Bakugo immediately teleported to a different parallel universe. Not wanting to deal with that kind of sadness ever again.

[❝ When we meet as adults you’re always much more discerning. I don’t blame you. Yet, always, you forgive me.❞ ]

✧ In this universe, you were in the same hero agency. Not knowing each other prior to this. Bakugo was the new hotshot that all the other heroes in your agency were going crazy about, just because he was from UA and was attractive. You didn’t get the hype and why everyone else was fawning over him. He was a Pro-hero just like all of you. So, when you finally met him in the flesh, you could immediately tell he was a conceited ass by the way he looked at you and by the way he presented himself.

Unbeknownst to you, Dynamight’s heart was fluttering with happiness at the sight of seeing you again. Your Pro-hero self. Caring, Bad-ass, Confident, and Courageous… It was you.

Almost you.

After being partnered up with him in hero work for the past months, he began to turn soft, a bit annoying, and act flustered whenever you were around which you immediately thought was very out of character for him.

Then he confesses.

You said no.

It just didn’t feel right. First, your hero career was more important to you and you just couldn’t reciprocate those feelings back. The two of you weren’t for each other, and he understood that. He left you for a moment to go get get some “fresh air.”

Bakugo was getting frustrated. His mind going hazy at the thought that he’s gone to so many parallel worlds yet still haven’t found you is slowly beginning to take a toll on him. But he still wasn’t going to give up.

[❝ As if you understand what’s going on, and you’re making up for all the lifetimes in which one of us doesn’t exist, and the ones where we just, barely, never meet. I hate those. I prefer the ones in which you kill me.❞ ]

✧ The next alternate worlds he went to were an absolute mess. One of them where the two of you barely meet. Merely passing by each other in the street, opening the door for you or entering the same convenience store. Fate not wanting the two of you to meet. Like magnets being pulled away from each other. A romance movie without the romance. As if telling Katsuki that the two of you were never meant to meet in this universe. Don’t even bother.

Then there’s the other one where you were a merciless villain and he was a pro-hero who had to defeat you. He couldn’t do that. You overpowered him.

But, hey, at least he got to see you as the girl who didn’t put up with his shit and could care less about him. Not to mention you were a part of the organization that was against everything that he stood for as a hero.

It was a tragedy. Not the Romeo and Juliet kind, but reminiscent of it. With Romeo sacrificing his life, yet Juliet remains the same and indifferent.

[❝ But when all’s said and done, I’d surrender to you in other ways. Even though each time, I know I’ll see you again, I always wonder is this the last time? Is that really you? And what if you’re perfectly happy without me?❞ ]

✧ Bakugo was finally teleported to a reality where he was a high school student again. However, he wasn’t studying in UA. Instead, having to go to a regular high school (which he was totally irritated about because why is his parallel self here going to a regular school in the first place? What happened to him?) The two of you pass by each other on your way home. Going off in different directions. You were a student at UA, laughing and mindlessly chatting with his friends. Mina, Kirishima, Denki, and Sero…

All of you barely even noticing him and acknowledging his presence.

At this moment, he realized that maybe you weren’t meant to meet in this world again. He felt like a simple character in the background. A small speck of dust in your universe. God, why was he thinking this? This wasn’t like him. He slowly lost his confidence as he goes from one parallel world to the next to find you. He couldn’t even motivate and give himself pep talks anymore. Has he reached the breaking point? Is he still even himself? Is he still Katsuki Bakugo?

Maybe, he should just give up trying at this point. Every single alternate reality so far all ended in tragedy. Not once were the two of you able to reconcile and have a happy ending. It was not like him to give up, but the chances at this point were slim and in each alternate universe, Bakugo just become more and more disappointed with how things turned out with your other-worldly selves…

It was as if the only universe where the two of you became happy was in his original world.

Was he going to stop here?

[❝ Ah, but I don’t blame you; I’ll never burn as brilliantly as you. It’s only fair that I should be the one to chase you across ten, twenty-five, a hundred lifetimes.❞ ]

✧ This was it. The twenty-fifth parallel world. Hopefully, the last one that he has to go to and hopefully the one where he finally he finds you.

Bakugo jumps into the portal, expecting the vibrant colors and hues of the city to appear around him, only for him to be transported to a white box.

In the middle of this white void was a cherry blossom tree. Blooming in the prettiest pink colors, and swaying with the non-existent wind. Near it was a small bench. A feminine figure sitting on it, facing the tree.

It was you.

You.

Katsuki knows it’s you because it’s the same dress you wore that day.

A beautiful blue dress that the two of you bought when you were out for some errands. It was the kind of blue that reminded you of the sky, which is why you bought it in the first place. You were saving it for that day, to wear when you visit Katsuki at work and drop him off his bento lunch.

That day.

Instead of a sky reflecting off of your dress, it became grey. Like the color of a storm instead.

He remembers fondly what happened at that same morning. He was getting ready for hero work, whilst you were rummaging for something inside the closet.

“Ahah!” You exclaimed, finally pulling out something to wear. The sound of the wardrobe hangers clinking from the inside.

Katsuki wanted to take a peek of you but you were giving him no chances. You see him trying to take a look when you noticed his blonde hair spiking up more than usual.

“Hey! No peeking!” You giggled, hiding yourself even further inside your closet.

“Gah. Come on! Just one?” He groans, teasing you, trying his best to pull out his puppy tone. “Please?”

“No.” You deadpanned seriously and you could practically feel him pop a vein.

“Hey! What was that for!? I was just joking-“

“I was just joking too you weirdo.” You giggled again, stepping out of the closet. You take a deep breath and straighten your dress, twirling around for him to see. “How do I look?”

He dashes towards you, picking you up from the ground as he begins to twirl you around.

“Katsuki! Put me down!” You chuckle, feeling his strong arms wrapped around you. “You’re going to be late for work!” You tap his back lightly, trying to get him to put you back on the ground.

“You’re beautiful. You always are.” He says seriously. Not a tinge of playfulness or abrasive in his voice. He was still holding you up, but positioned you in a way that the both of your faces were inches away from each other, gazing at each other’s eyes.

The both of you lean in for a sweet and blissful kiss. It felt light and comforting. A feeling that you always have whenever you were with him. A very giddy feeling.

And at that same day, when he saw you again, surrounded by darkness, your eyes closed, your body tranquil and your gentle face looking ever so at peace…

You still looked beautiful, even then.

“Suki-kun.” You wave at him from afar, a solemn smile present on your face. You beckon him to sit next to you but he hesitates.

“(Y/N)…” His voice cracks, not really noticeable, but you could hear it. “Tch… are you.. real? Is this really you?”

“It’s me, love.” You continue to show him your smile. As you blink, you were suddenly caught in his arms. Katsuki was hugging you tightly like there was no tomorrow, his head nestled on your shoulder. His hug felt warm yet cold, like he had been hugging skeletons all this time whilst trying to find you.

You had no words to say to him.

It was just that kind of moment.

Hearing your voice, hugging you tight, holding your hand, and seeing your smile was enough for him at the moment.

This was you.

Actually you.

“It seemed like a lifetime ago when I began searching for you.” He whispered softly, his voice still so rough yet loving all the same.

A lifetime of pain and sorrow. Of disappointment and missed opportunities.

“Ah…” Your voice trails off. “We don’t have much time left.”

“Huh? What the hell do you mean?” You untangle yourself from his arms, cupping his cheek and rubbing your thumb whilst he holds your hand still.

“I-I can’t go back to our original universe.” You mumble, trying to fight back the tears and continuing to caress his face. “We can’t go back together.”

“(Y/N)!” Bakugo’s face goes stern, as realization hits him. “Shit! (Y/N)! Look, We can get out of here okay!? There’s this device I have-“ The device on his wrist dissolves into nothing as the room around you begins to be consumed by darkness, like sucking you into a black hole.

“Katsuki… no. It’s hopeless! We can’t-“

“Damn it (Y/N)! I’ve traveled through every fucking imaginable universe possible just to find you again! I’ve gone through hell and back just to see you again! I’m not going to leave without you!”

Before you could answer his rebuttal, the bench that both of you were sitting on vanishes and now the two of you were falling in an endless black hole.

As this parallel world around you began spinning faster and faster, the two of you floated upwards, hands locked tightly together, and your eyes sad and bewildered.

The two of you watched as your faces grew younger back to your high school years, like this universe was going in reverse, moving the both of you backwards in time.

You were still holding onto Katsuki’s hands, trying to savor the last few moments with him as you began to say your goodbyes, tears coursing down your face.

“Katsuki… I know you had seen things you wish you hadn’t. You have done things you wish you could take back and I know you’ve been wondering why you’ve been thrown into all of this, why you had to suffer the way you did and why you had to go through so much just to find me. The ghost of me. And as you were going through all these alternate universes alone and hurting, I wish I could tell you that it’s okay. Even if you don’t find me again, I will always be here. My presence will always be lingering. I will live in your heart, Katsuki Bakugo. You deserve the whole world for traveling through twenty-five lifetimes just to look for me. I love you with all my heart, my soul, my being, and all that is left of me… I love you.”

“I-I love you too. Through all these lifetimes I’ve spent with another you, you will always be the one.” Katsuki mumbled, pulling you for one last kiss.

A kiss ever so soft and sweet, worth all the lives he’s experienced.

“Let’s meet again in another lifetime.”

Time continued to reverse back, to the point you no longer knew who you were with. Their face being blocked by a gleam of light. You were grasping the hands of a stranger, but you didn’t let go. And neither did they.

For a moment, there was a calming presence. A whole new world was opening up like a vortex, swallowing the both of you…

Into a whole new universe.

“(Y/N)-chan! Wait up!”

“Oh? Ochaco-chan!”

The brown-haired girl catches up to you, holding on to your arm as she catches her breath. “Can you believe it’s our first day in UA!?”

“I can’t believe it either!” You giggle along with her, taking in the sight that was the top hero academy of Japan.

It was finally the month of April.

The Cherry blossoms were blooming, symbolizing a time of renewal, a time for change and a time to turn over a new leaf.

Today is your first day in UA Academy.

You still haven’t even grasped the fact that you even got in the first place.

Everything still feels so surreal.

The entrance exams and the excitement you felt whilst waiting for the results to release and now, you were about to step foot into the school of your dreams?

What an amazing start to your high school life indeed.

You and Ochaco were standing in the middle of the walkway, still in awe of all the pretty sights when someone bumped into you.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” You called out.

No response.

You turn to take a good look at the person who knocked against you and it was… a guy.

Blonde. Spiky Hair. Hand in his Pockets. Earphones on. His pants worn loose.

God, what a dork.

“It’s alright (Y/N)-chan! He probably didn’t hear us.” Ochaco assured you, trying to pull you away from him before you could even start a fight.

You sighed, turning to your friend with a smile. “Fine. Fineee. Shall we head to class?”

“Class 1-A! Here we go!” She holds onto your arm once more as the both of you giggle and hop your way into the classroom.

“Ochaco-chan! What are you saying!? You do know I got sorted into a different class right? I’m in Class 1-B!”

“A-ah! You’re right! I’m sorryyyy (Y/N)-chan!”

Bakugo turns his head to look back at your animated figure walking behind him. He stares at you for a good second whilst readjusting the earphone on his left ear, as he too, heads on his way to his Class 1-A.

There is something so delicate about time, so fragile. In a slight moment, you can miss something so pivotal, yet never have the chance to see or witness it ever again.

Feeling the presence of the person you would be spending the rest of your life with, joining the dots in the sky, and wondering when your stars would align.

Until then, you will dream of him, and he will do the same.

It was only a matter of time. You will cross paths again.

[❝ until I find the one where you’ll return to me.❞ ]

- Fin.

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Gilded Cage - Part 7

I can only describe this as tooth-rotting fluff. Our whumpee deserves it!

Thank you so much to everyone for going through this story with me. I’ve had so much fun.

@worstcasescenariolullaby

CW//Hospital setting, medical talk, talk of broken bones, talk of surgery, altered states of mind, mentions of death, mentions of building collapses, conspiracy

“Are you sure about this?” Sidekick’s face twisted in a mask of concern.

“I’m sure.” Villain nodded.

“The Heroes...”

“The city won’t let this happen again. Come visit me in hospital sometime, okay? I’ll be okay.”

“Okay.”

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The felt piece on the bottom of the chess pawn had long since worn away, leaving a dull screeching noise in its wake as Villain moved the piece forward on the board. In expectation, they raised their head to their opponent, before gazing back down at the board. Examining the playing field. Furrowing their brows.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” Their opponent, Old Friend, spoke, their tongue filled with equal parts laughter and playful teasing. “And... there goes your rook.”

“What!” Villain’s gaze darted about the board, before grumbling and removing their fallen piece, adding it to a quickly growing pile. “You’re cheating.”

“How does one cheat at chess?”

“By being better than me. There, okay, there goes your pawn.”

“And there goes your knight.”

“Asshole. Come on, you have to have a secret. You gotta tell me.”

Old Friend smiled.

“You’re so intent on taking my pieces that you don’t worry about your own. Also, I was in the chess club back in school, so...”

“Nerd.” Villain stuck out their tongue.

“Alright, candle boy.”

“Hey! I told you-”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just really funny.”

“I could disintegrate a candle-”

“I know, I know. It’s your move, dude.”

“Fine. Is turning the board to ash a valid chess move?”

“There’s enough fire damage on the pieces as it is. Candle boy.”

“At least come up with something better than that. Like... Like blowtorch. That sounds cool.”

“Blowtorch? What are you, like, seven?”

“Eh, there’s worse villain names out there.”

“You don’t have one yet, do you?”

“Nah. I’m not that breed of cocky. They just call me the arsonist, I think.”

“That’s pretty underwhelming.”

“Meh.”

Again, Villain studied the board a moment. They sent a rook forwards, knocking over a knight on the other side.

“Your move.”

Old Friend nodded, and, for a few moments, they sat like that. Accompanied by nothing but the sounds of the city and the scraping of pieces on the board.

“Did Violet ever have a name?”

It took Villain a few moments to register the question. They moved a piece before looking up.

“What, like a villain name?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t think so. You could ask her.”

“Aw, man, you haven’t heard?”

Villain frowned, lips pursing together to form a thin line.

“She’s gone?”

“Bridge collapse. I was always warning her, taking roots out of the ground like that is gonna make something fall eventually. Just so happened to be right on top of her. It’s a shame, really. Gonna have to find somewhere else to get our lettuce, now.”

“Not funny.”

“I know. And... check.”

“What?”

“Checkmate.”

“Again?”

“Again.”

Villain shoved the board away from themself, sitting back and stretching their arms above their head. Old Friend swiped the remaining pieces from the board, beginning to once again set the stage for their next game.

“This time, think about the risk you might be putting your pieces in. It’s not worth it, losing a knight to take out a pawn, y’know?”

“I guess.”

“What’s got you acting so sad all of a sudden?” Old Friend looked up. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m gonna get a candle.”

“Okay. You good?”

“I just... I just need a candle.”

Villain stood, stiff legs aching with pins and needles as they moved across the small, damp-walled apartment. The kitchen, or what was little more than a countertop with a fridge and microwave, was barren, snack bowls long since left with nothing but crumbs.

They drew open the door of one of the wall-mounted cabinets, unveiling a series of shelves, stacked with white pillars of wax. Most lumpy and misshapen, the rest bent and folded in on themselves. Villain selected one, moving back to where Old Friend had just finished resetting the board. They sat in their spot, a place already well worn into the carpet.

“Do you want to play again?” Old Friend’s voice had grown quiet, concerned.

“Yeah... Just give me a second.”

“Need to let it out?”

“Yeah.”

The firebrand gripped the white-waxed candle in one hand, then the other. Feeling the film transfer from palm to palm. The flame in their stomach answered the call without hesitance. They had already felt the heat, struggling to escape into their veins.

It was slow, at first. The wax did not melt, simply molding itself, bulging and shifting as to allow Villain’s fingers to make their mark. Their eyes fixed upon the process: The control of it. The way in which the wax moved only on their call.

It helped them breathe.

“Violet...” They began, frowning again. “That’s the second bridge accident this year.”

“There’s a lot of bridges, to be fair.”

“But not a lot of collapses.”

“What are you saying?”

“It seems so much like a coincidence, but... How many have we lost, this year?”

“Violet and Argyle, uh, Aaron I think. Dana and Evelyn and-”

“And what month is it?”

“April?”

“Exactly.”

“I mean, we lose a lot, but...”

“And they’re always accidents. Car crashes. Building fires. Drownings. But they’re not accidents.”

The wax yielded with more readiness. A few droplets fell, deftly caught by Villain’s other hand.

“What do you mean, they’re not accidents? I don’t think people drown on purpose.”

“Well, yeah. But that’s not what I mean. If they were actually accidents, you would think they’d happen at random times. But-”

“It’s always when the Heroes are around. Always during battle.”

“Exactly.”

“I don’t think the Heroes are doing it on purpose, though. I mean, they wouldn’t just blow up a bridge to kill one villain. The battles just get too intense, I think. I mean, how many times have you almost died in battle?”

“A lot.”

“Same here. That’s all.”

“No. No.” Villain shook their head. “I’ve almost died many times. But I haven’t died. Because I’m not stupid. And the others weren’t, either.”

“I don’t think the Heroes are killing people, Villain.”

“Then what else are they doing?”

“I don’t know, protecting the city? Whatever nonsense they say.”

“Protecting the city from us. Supposedly. But it seems like they’re a hell of a lot more focused on these big battles.”

“That’s kind of our fault, to be fair.”

“Is it? Most of our didn’t choose this life.”

“We’re still doing, I mean, crimes. Like, we’re definitely criminals.”

“Then they should be taking us to prison.”

“Isn’t that what they do?”

“When is the last time you heard of anyone going to prison?”

“I mean, uh... What about Jared?”

“You mean the one they got in a van that then mysteriously exploded?”

“Oh. Right. What about, uh, didn’t they get Kara?”

“Yeah. And then pronounced her dead at the hospital.”

“Okay. Maybe... maybe you have a point.”

Between Villain’s fingers, a single droplet of candle wax fell.

“Yeah.”

Old Friend sighed.

“Do you want to play again?”

“Mhm.”

Villain drew the heat from their palms, allowing the remnants of the candle to solidify in their hands. They placed it down, then, though droplets of white still stuck to their fingers.

“I think...” Old Friend looked down at the board, considering their first move. “I think if the Heroes ever capture you, you’ll find they’re a lot kinder than you expect.”

Villain snorted in laughter.

“If the Heroes ever capture me, there will nothing left of my body to find.”

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“It’s a miracle.”

“It is. The damage they sustained... I can hardly believe that there’s enough blood left in them to keep them alive.”

“Hardly any blood. Hardly any body, either.”

“Yeah.”

“A real miracle. The guys down in Radiology, they thought we got the scans mixed up. They confused them for those of the guy in the other room. The motorcycle crash one.”

“That makes sense. To think that a human did this...”

“Not a normal human. A lot stronger than a normal human.”

“But with the same morals as a normal human.”

“You’d hope so.”

“Oh. Crap, looks like they’re waking up. Let’s give a bit more propofol... They need their rest.”

Villain’s closed eyes twitched, as though dreaming. At least, they did not think they were dreaming. It was hard to say, these days...

Had it been days? Or just a couple of hours? They tried to think, to remember, but the will to do so was deeply buried under blankets and bitter-tasting medicines. They longed to sit up, to move, to open their eyes, but those thoughts came from such a small part of their mind. The rest of them was so tired...

The numbness, now, was softer. Warmer. It was not a force of overwhelming heat, laughing at them and telling them to forget their pain, to keep moving. Instead, this time, the numbness was simply warm. Pleasantly so. Urging them to rest, to sleep, to ignore the taste of iron on their tongue that refused to go away.

Sleeping and wakefulness, to them, felt to be a sliding scale. They spent much time at the former end, in blissful unconsciousness, but had yet to find themself at the latter. They struggled for it, struggled to get close, but their anxious murmurs and twitching were always responded to with soft words and hands and more warmth in their veins.

Vilain was floating for a moment. Again, the hundredth time, they struggled to part their lips, but only managed to exert effort to no end.

“Their leg... I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

“Are you sure they’re strong enough for this?”

“Yeah. We can’t wait any longer. The bone will heal wrong if we wait any longer.”

“Okay.”

The numbness was stronger, that time.

“Villain? Villain?”

Their eyelids twitched, again.

“They said you’d opened your eyes, earlier...”

There was more softness, in that tone. Not the pitying notes of a doctor or nerve-wracked surgeon, but the warm coaxing of a friend.

The hand on their wrist was cold.

Their fingers twitched, then their lips. They tried to utter out a syllable, but only managed a shaky breath.

“Yeah, that’s it. Thank you. Do you remember me?”

Did they? They weren’t sure what they remembered, anymore. They remembered being here. They remembered the blankets and the half-hearted attempts by the nurses to coax them into swallowing a spoonful of jello.

“It’s Doctor. Do you remember me? Do you remember Doctor?”

“Doctor?”

The word came out more like a croak. Their eyes twitched with more furor this time, until, at long last, the world flooded into sterile existence around them. They got distracted, a moment, by the pattern of white tiles above.

“There you go!” There was genuine pride in that voice. “I knew you could do it.”

“Mmm.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” That cold hand moved from their wrist to their hand. Trying to hold it, to embrace their fingers. But Villain did not have the strength for such a thing. “I’m so sorry, Villain. I’m so sorry.”

“F- for what?”“

“I- I almost killed you! Had you stayed under my care... I’m sorry.”

Villain blinked a moment, trying to think.

“You...” Their throat felt so terribly raw. “You were right.”

“It wasn’t right to let Hero try to kill you.”

“No... Not that. You said, uh, about warmth. ‘Bout heat.”

There was a smile. Villain did not have to see it to know that it was there.

“You understood?”

“Yes. On th’stage.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you did good.”

“I get it, now. I think... Heat can, uh, it can destroy buildings.” Their words were awfully drawn out, hard to understand through their lengthy slurring. “But it can also... bake cookies.”

Doctor laughed, at that.

“You’re right. You’re right.”

Villain’s fingers finally agreed to move, wrapping around Doctor’s hand.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, Villain.” Another sigh. This one, warm. “Have you heard, what they’re saying about you? You lost so much blood. And your organs were all over the place. It’s a miracle that you survived.”

The grasp on Villain’s hand tightened.

“They said you only lived because you wanted to. Because you really, really wanted to survive. Is that right?”

“I... I think it is. Yeah.”

“Yeah. I’ll be back, okay? Get some rest.”

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It was three weeks after, that they were allowed to have any more visitors. Three weeks of medicines and surgeries and treatments and x-rays. It all blurred in their mind, until the calendar held as little meaning to them as the results of their blood tests.

They weren’t healed. Certainly not. But wakefulness no longer felt like such a monumental effort.

The jello tasted like nothing as they placed it upon their tongue. Nothing but sugar and sweetener, desperately trying to mask the tastelessness of gelatin. By the time the door opened, which it did with such a force that Villain wondered if it had been struck with a battering ram, they were almost done with the cup of overly-sweet dessert.

They jumped, nearly dropping their plastic spoon as their gaze snapped upwards. For a split second, the figure in the doorway made their limbs begin to shake, a familiar pressure reviving on their neck. But, it only lasted a second.

Sidekick looked different. Their stature was the same, certainly, as well-muscled as ever, but it was no longer draped in any sort of uniform. Instead, a grey sweatshirt struggled to contain their form, marked with the logo of some sports team or another.

Villain took another bite of jello.

“Good news.” Sidekick’s smile had the same media allure that Hero once showed the cameras, sending a shiver down Villain’s spine. They strode nearer, confident steps striking the tile floor. Compared to them, Villain felt terribly small. “Come on, don’t you want to hear it?”

Another bite and the cup was empty. They placed it down on the small table next to their bed.

“Um... Yeah. Okay.” They could not muster up nearly enough energy to match that of their visitor.

“Okay, so, J- sorry, uh, you-know-who, they found the video. The real one. Without all the edits.”

“That’s... good.”

“Mhm. We have news stations willing to broadcast it, too. Put some doubt on the story, right?”

“Right.”

“You... Don’t seem as excited as I remember you being.”

“Sorry.” Villain’s gaze cast downwards. “I’m still just a little tired, and all.”

“Oh. Well, that makes sense. You got hurt pretty bad. Do you have any idea when you might be out of here?”

“Not really.”

“I’ll try to ask a nurse or something. When you’re strong enough, though, we’ve got this whole plan. You’re gonna be, like, our emissary. Between us and the villains, yeah?”

“Uh... why?”

“Well, I mean, the Heroes only really exist to stop you and the other villains. If we can just... convince them to stop doing villain stuff, then the public will start the see that the Heroes are, y’know, not all their cracked up to be.”

Villain struggled to suppress a smile. They couldn’t imagine trying to ask some of their former cohorts to all of a sudden go on the straight and narrow.

Still, even beneath the blankets and the medicine, they felt the smallest scrap of warmth return. A tiny ember, floating in their stomach.

The opportunity to turn their pain into something other than nightmares and tears in the hospital bed’s pillow.

“When I’m out of here... well, we’ll have to see, I guess.”

“That’s all we can really hope for. Now, uh, I kind of have to go. They’re about to notice I broke a window.”

“You w-”

“Sorry! Gotta go!”

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It was the smell that made Villain recognize their second visitor, more than their appearance.

They looked different. Quite different. Taller, slightly, with tight cords of muscle now curling about their neck. Nothing like the tiny twig they’d once known.

It looked like they’d finally hit their growth spurt, after all. A decade late.

The scent that they carried with them was one of freshly cut wood, the rural stench of sawdust, accompanied by the damp musk of a home long forgotten.

“Holy shit, candle boy.”

Four words. Four stupid words, uttered the moment Old Friend walked through the door.

Villain burst out laughing.

Not laughter of sorrow, or of venom. True laughter. The warmth that filled their chest this time had nothing to do with flame.

“So, am I allowed to hug you, or...”

“There’s no doctors here to tell us not to.”

“Good point.”

The warmth in Villain’s chest only increased with Old Friend’s embrace. Their friend buried their head in their shoulder. The tears wet quickly through Villain’s hospital gown.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

“You didn’t have anything to do with it.”

“I should have-”

“It’s in the past, now. I’m just so glad you’re alive.”

“Just to be clear... you’re not a good guy?”

“I don’t know what I am. But I’m still your friend.”

“That’s all I care about.”

The embrace broke off after over a minute, though it was still far too soon.

“We have an apartment. Me and Aggie and some others.” Old Friend stepped back. “We have a room all set up. Even found some of your old stuff. I know it’s gonna be a while, but... you’ve always got somewhere to go, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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The End

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I can’t thank you guys enough for reading through this story and experiencing it with me. This is the end of this story, but I hope to make another one soon!

There is no next part, so there are no story paths to choose from for next time. But, I still have options to pick from. I want to hear what you think Villain’s choice will be!

A) Be a hero. Go with Sidekick, and liberate the city

B) Be a friend. Return to Old Friend. Make life good again.

#whump #whumpee #whumpblr #whump community #villain whumpee #hero villain whump #gilded cage #choose your own adventure #choose your own whump

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The Pretty Boy and the Purple Scarf - [Reid x Fem!OC]

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Summary: Sam is very surprised when she gets hand picked to join the BAU. She’s even more surprised to meet Dr. Spencer Reid. It’s not surprising that she would develop feelings for him...but he can’t feel the same way. Can he?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Original Character

Word Count: 7.9k

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Content Warning: Unprotected sex, Dom!Spencer, light bondage, oral sex (female receiving), language.

A/n: This fic was a commission I did for @imjusthereformggcontent‘s birthday. She told me last night that it was “so good” and it “deserved to see the light of day.” She was being overly kind as usual, but here it is. I wrote this in second person which is a bit ooc for me. I hope y’all like it. 😊

--The Pretty Boy and the Purple Scarf--

Everything about the day you transferred from the 4th floor to the 6th floor was unexpected. You had only heard of Aaron Hotchner by reputation, but you’d never actually seen the man.

Which is why you were very surprised when he came down to the 4th floor and personally requested you be reassigned to the 6th floor; truth be told, that requested sounded more like a demand. You barely had time to gather your things before you were on the elevator upstairs.

You had been greeted by a very bubbly blonde woman in hot pink high heels. She had squealed with joy when the doors slid open and she caught sight of you.

“I knew you were the right choice!” She had chirped, teetering towards you. “Your work record is phenomenal, you passed all the background checks, and you’ve technically already taken the required psych courses to be a profiler.” She was positively shaking with excitement. “And you’re as cute a stinking button and look at your hair!”

Several minutes later the woman introduced herself as Penelope Garcia. Not only was she the technical analyst for the BAU, but she also split the responsible of communications liaison with the unit chief.

She then informed you that these duties would now be split between three people, SSA Hotchner, herself…and you.

Once the initial shock had worn off, you were thrilled. You had taken the psychology courses because you had always been fascinated by the behaviors of others. You had joined the FBI because you wanted to help people.

This was your dream job!

But you’d be lying if you said that those were the only reasons that working with the behavioral analysis unit was your dream job.

When Garcia had introduced you to the team that very first day, you clicked with every member right away. David Rossi always offered you a fatherly smile whenever he saw you, Prentiss and Garcia had invited you out to their girl’s night multiple times. Derek Morgan had taken to calling you “pretty girl” which never failed to make you smile. Even Aaron Hotchner was friendly towards you…well, as friendly as he could be. Occasionally you saw his mouth twitch whenever you made a sarcastic comment; you took that to mean that he probably liked you at least a little bit.

While that was also wonderful…it wasn’t why this was your dream job.

During that very first meeting, Garcia had introduced you to everyone in the conference room. They all smiled warmly at you and offered a handshake.

“And this is our resident genius Dr. Spencer Reid,” Garcia had introduced with a wave of her hand.

Dr. Spencer Reid was easily the most unexpected part of the day. He looked at least a few years older than you, so you were surprised that he had the doctor honorific, but the most startling thing was what he looked like. He was tall, possibly the tallest person in the room, with a slim build and unruly curly brown hair. His straight white teeth were dug into his bottom lip while he fidgeted nervously. And then there were his eyes. You now knew that they were brown with flecks of gold near the center, but in that light, they had actually looked like honey.

You offered him your hand, anticipating that he would greet you the way the others had; but nothing about Spencer Reid was ordinary.

He shifted his weight from foot to foot, his eyebrows climbing up his forehead while he stared at your hand.

“The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering,” he informed you, much to the amusement of everyone else in the room. “It’s actually safer to kiss.”

Out of all the things you could have said in that moment, you decided to tease him. “I mean, you’re cute. I wouldn’t say no if that’s how you wanna introduce yourself.”

A choked laugh exploded out of SSA Morgan at your comment. “Oh shit!” He threw his head back and laughed loudly. “Watch out, she’s got your number, Pretty Boy!”

Pretty Boy, you thought. It definitely fits.

The rest of the team had shared in Morgan’s amusement. Even Spencer had seemed amused; amused and thoroughly embarrassed. The apples of his cheeks had turned bright red.

You just shot him a slightly awkward smile because holy fuck he was cute, especially when he was embarrassed.

Later after the rest of the team had left the conference room and returned to the bullpen, you saw Reid standing in front of the coffee station in the kitchenette.

“Hey,” you called, coming up to his side. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in there. I’m Sam.”

He offered a small smile in your direction while he poured an ungodly amount of sugar in his coffee. “Oh, you didn’t. I was 12 years old when I graduated from a Las Vegas public high school. I’m tougher than I look.”

“Dr. Reid is tougher than he looks,” you joked, crossing your arms over your chest. “Got it. I can’t promise I won’t tease you again.”

He just laughed. “If you’re going to tease me then you can just call me Spencer.”

Things had started to change about 3 weeks after that. You had finally gotten more comfortable around the team, Spencer included. True to his word, he didn’t seem to mind that you had teased him a few times over the weeks. It was all harmless stuff, of course.

“Cute tie, pretty boy” or “sweater vests are an odd choice, but I’m into it.”

Derek was thoroughly amused, telling you more than once that your remarks to Spencer were the highlight of his day and that he wished you had joined the team sooner.

Throughout all those comments, Spencer never teased you back. He’d duck his head, trying to hide the blush on his face, or he’d just smile at you.

That all changed one morning while you were standing at the coffee station. Garcia had joked that she never drank coffee before working here, but it was like the machine had some sort of hold over everyone. After almost a month here, you were starting to believe it.

You liked coffee, sure, but only if it didn’t taste too much like coffee. You were honestly concerned about people like Hotch who drank black coffee; it just seemed like they must have been through something.

“And you tease me for how much sugar I put in my coffee,” a voice said from beside you, barely able to conceal a chuckle that followed their words. “Jesus Christ, Samantha.”

You turned to smile up at him, your green eyes meeting his warm brown ones. “Nice try, pretty boy. I’m putting a perfectly reasonable amount of sugar in my coffee. I don’t use nearly as much sugar as you do.”

“Probably not,” he conceded, propping his hip up against the counter. “You’re sweet enough anyway.”

Your eyes went impossibly wide at his words, you were stunned. So stunned that you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of your throat.

Dr. Spencer Reid looked just as surprised at his words as you did, two bright pink spots appearing on the apples of his cheeks. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that,” he squeaked out, his voice laced with embarrassment.

“You’re never going to hear me complain about you flirting with me, Dr. Reid.”

“You can call me Spencer, Samantha,” he reminded.

His words were so soft you were afraid you’d misheard him. Based on the slightly awkward look on his face, you could tell you didn’t. “Okay Spencer,” you breathed out, testing how his name felt in your mouth.

He started to turn to walk away before you found your voice again. “Oh, and you can just call me Sam. Everybody else does.”

The corners of his mouth turned up in a small smile. “I know, but if it’s okay with you, I think I’d like to keep calling you Samantha.”

The tension in the air seemed to thicken at his words. How did Spencer just saying your name have this sort of effect on you? Trying to keep your composure, you just nodded. “S-sure, Spencer. You can call me Samantha if you want.”

His nervous demeanor melted away. “Good.” He had turned back around and crossed the room before you even realized what had happened.

After that day, a sort of odd friendship had started between you and Spencer Reid. What had begun as awkward flirting attempts every once in a while from him were becoming more and more frequent, and a little bit bolder in nature. You loved that he was getting more comfortable with you.

But you couldn’t ignore how things had started to shift inside you over the past few months.

Talking to Spencer was the highlight of your day. Every time he called you Samantha when the rest of the world called you Sam, you felt butterflies in your stomach. Your mood always lifted whenever you listened to him talk about something he was passionate about.

One of your favorite things was how his cheeks would turn just a bit red whenever he stopped by your desk on one of his many trips to the coffee pot.

“Hey, can I get you a cup?” He’d offer, tapping his fingers against the desk.

You’d always smirk at him. “This is a weird flirting strategy, Pretty Boy,” you’d say, your voice teasing. “Not that I mind watching you walk away.”

The first time you had made that joke it took Spencer a second to get your meaning; the moment he did he flushed beet red.

Even though he acted embarrassed by your comments, he still stopped by your desk multiple times a day. Whenever he did bring you back a cup of coffee it was always made perfectly, just the way you liked it.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when you realized what these shifting feelings had meant. You all were working a difficult case in South Dakota that was really getting to you. During a coffee run, Spencer brought you back a white chocolate mocha. When you’d looked up at him, your brows drawn together in confusion, he’d just smiled at you before he shuffled away.

Spencer Reid was becoming one of your best friends…and you were not so slowly falling for him.

The day after you got back to Quantico from Sioux Falls, you were back in the kitchenette, only this time you were getting your lunch. You normally ate lunch with either Spencer or Penelope, but you hadn’t seen the Pretty Boy since this morning.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts you didn’t even realize the very person you were thinking about had snuck up on you.

“What’s that?” His voice asked from beside you, causing you to jump slightly.

“Jesus, Spence,” you mumbled, embarrassed for your reaction. “Don’t sneak up on me!”

He just smiled at you, causing your heart to beat a bit faster. “You’ve never called me Spence before,” he said softly, his eyes searching your face. “Plus, I like scaring you. And you didn’t answer my question.”

It was hard to remember anything when he smiled like that. “Oh,” you said, shaking your head slightly in an attempt to clear it. “What’s what?”

He took a step closer to you. “You have something on your wrist.”

You were taken aback at first, because how the fuck did he see that? Nobody had ever seen that tattoo unless they knew it was there. It’s impossible, Garcia must have told him about it, you had reassured yourself.

His warm hands touched your arm, pulling it closer to him while his thumb traced over the almost invisible ink on your wrist.

“Is this a tattoo?” he asked softly, bending his head down to inspect it further. “I knew about the one on the back of your neck, but I didn’t know you had this one.”

You felt your stomach flutter. He had noticed the one on the nape of your neck too?

“Y-yeah,” you managed to get out. “It’s an anchor.”

Spencer made a noise of acknowledgment, his thumb still softly rubbing over the skin of your wrist. "It's interesting. You know, originally the anchor was a symbol of safety. It wasn't until years later that it got a newer meaning."

It was so hard for you to focus when he was near you, but now he was touching you too?

"Now it's a symbol of hope," he mumbled, his head lifting, his warm brown eyes locking on to your own. "It suits you, Samantha." With that, he dropped your arm and turned to get a mug for his coffee.

Now that he wasn’t invading your senses with his presence, you could gather your thoughts slightly. “How did you know about my tattoo, Spencer?”

He didn’t look up from his caffeine driven task. “A good magician never reveals his secrets,” he said cryptically.

You scoffed, earning a chuckle from him. Spencer turned; his amber-colored eyes were swirling with mischief, but also something a bit deeper. It didn't just feel like he was looking at you; it felt like he was looking into you. It felt like he really wanted to see you in the way that all people crave to be seen. He wanted to understand you.

He took a small step closer, his hand reaching up to brush over one of the green pieces in your long brown hair. “Maybe I just pay more attention to you than you think,” he whispered before he pulled away, leaving you stunned.

He was already back at his desk before you collected your thoughts.

Spencer Reid…couldn’t feel that way about you, could he?

Your feelings about Spencer were starting to seep into the front of your mind, no matter what you did to try and keep them at bay. What made matters worse is that you worked with profilers, the best profilers. How were you supposed to keep your feelings hidden from them?

You decided the best thing to do was try to put some distance between yourself and Spencer. It was extremely hard to do, considering all you wanted to do was be near him; but he just kept making these teasing little comments.

Of course, like most things in life, your plan didn’t go work out. You had been avoiding Spencer for exactly 3 and a half hours before he made his move.

You were coming out of Garcia’s lair when you felt a hand clap around your forearm, jerking you to a stop.

Now, you were normally not an overly clumsy person, but when your momentum gets shifted so quickly, it’s only natural to stumble a bit. You turned and tripped over your feet, causing you to tumble into a very warm person.

One of his large hands caught your shoulder, steading you. Your eyes traveled up, up, up, to meet the beautiful eyes of the one and only, Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Why do you insist on scaring the shit out of me?” you scolded, swatting at his chest with the back of your hand.

He looked completely unbothered. “I wouldn’t have had to scare you if you weren’t avoiding me.”

Your mouth popped open in surprise. “I’m not avoiding you!” you protested.

Spencer’s eyebrows pulled together. “Then why haven’t I seen you in the last three hours, thirty-five minutes and seventeen seconds?”

You couldn’t control your snort at his comment. “You’re so weird, do you know that?”

Something happened to Spencer's face just then; his whole expression seemed to soften somehow. "You don't mind that I'm weird though, do you, Samantha?"

Those pesky butterflies erupted in your stomach again, reminding you of your complicated feelings. You took a step back, plastering a friendly smile on your face…at least you hoped.

“You’re a weirdo, but you’re my weirdo, Spence.”

“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s weirdo,” he quipped, shifting closer to you. You could feel the heat of his body through your clothes.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me.”

His face turned thoughtfully before he spoke again. “You know,” Spencer said quietly, taking a step closer to you. “Your eyes have some yellow in them around the center. It’s almost like they’re sunflowers.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat. “Spence…you-you can’t…you can’t just say shit like that to me.”

His brows furrowed in confusion. “Why?”

“Because it makes me feel…It just makes me feel.”

“Is that bad?”

I don’t know. “No,” you decided. “I don’t guess it is.”

Those warm brown eyes continued to scan over your face. “No more avoiding me,” he ordered, pointing his index finger at you.

“I wasn’t avoiding you!”

He stepped away then, but not before he reached out and tugged on one of the green strands in your hair. “You’re a terrible liar, Samantha,” he informed you, before walking down the hall towards the bullpen.

“I really hope I’m not,” you muttered under your breath. You had to be a good liar right now…because what if how you were feeling made you lose your best friend?

“I need the BAU team in the conference room,” Hotch’s voice boomed out across the bullpen. “Now.”

You wrinkled your nose slightly; no cases had come in today…So why are we meeting in the conference room?

“Come on, Pretty Girl,” Morgan said when he walked by your desk. “You better hustle or else I’m gonna be the one that sits beside your Pretty Boy.”

“No, you’re not,” Spencer called out. He was already walking into the conference room, his eyes fixed on your face until the moment he entered the room.

“Uh-oooohhh,” Morgan teased, his mouth in a wide smile. “Pretty Boy is getting a little territorial, miss thing. It won’t be long now.”

Your face scrunched in confusion. “Won’t be long until what?” you asked but he was already running into the conference room. “Morgan!”

No matter how much you told yourself otherwise, you couldn’t help but feel like things were slightly different with Spencer. He had never been overly affectionate with people, but you were his friend, it wasn’t all that uncommon for him to hug you or brush up against you.

It was just that he seemed to be doing it so much more often. He was always sitting beside you on the jet, at the round table, he was even coming by your desk more than usual.

What’s more, he seemed to have a bit more confidence than normal.

You were almost positive you weren’t imagining it or letting your feelings influence your judgment.

“What are you thinking about?” Spencer asked, his leg extending so he could poke your shin with the tip of his converse. You had decided to sit in one of the seats at the back of the plane; you were thinking of it as an experiment to test your theory. There was no seat directly beside of you, making the closest one the seat in front of you that was faced in your direction. In all the time you had known him, Spencer had never sat back here if other seats were available.

When he boarded the jet an hour ago his eyes had sought you out immediately, making his way to that set before flopping down into it.

Well, you had thought. I’m not totally crazy.

“I’m not thinking about anything,” you insisted, your eyes never lifting from your kindle. Spencer detested that you used an e-reader, but unlike him, you didn’t exactly feel like stuffing your go bag with heavy ass books.

He huffed. “One day I’m going to punish you for lying to me, Samantha.”

Your head flew up. “What!?” you hissed out in a loud whisper.

Spencer just lowered his eyes back to his book. “You heard me.”

The case had been a quick one to solve, thankfully. You hadn’t even been in town for 2 full days and the Tulsa police had already processed the unsub’s arrest, leaving your team free to go.

You probably could have gone home tonight if it wasn’t for the storm. There wasn’t actually a storm here that was the problem, it was the one that is Quantico. No matter how homesick anyone felt, it seemed like a unanimous decision to stay here one more night.

The team had arrived back at the hotel about 15 minutes ago, meaning you had only been in your room for 5 minutes when there was a knock on the door.

You had a sinking feeling in your gut that when you opened that door, you'd be met by a pair of warm brown eyes and wild light brown curly hair. It's not that you didn't want to see Spencer; the problem was how much you did want to see Spencer. No matter how many times you told yourself that the flirting was harmless, and he didn't feel the way you did, it didn't seem like your heart had gotten the message.

Maybe it’s not him, you thought. Maybe…maybe it’s a murderer.

No such luck was to be had, of course. You opened up the door to see the smiling, painfully handsome face of Dr. Spencer Reid.

“Spencer,” you laughed out. “We’ve only been here for like 10 minutes.”

The man just nodded, stepping around you and striding into your hotel room like he had a right to be there. "Can't I come to see my best friend?"

You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at him calling you his best friend. “You just saw me.”

“No,” he argued. “I last saw you 8 minutes and 13 seconds before you opened your door.”

Heaving out a loud sigh, you just shook your head and continued pulling things out of your go-bag.

“You don’t mind that I’m here, do you?”

That gave you pause. He didn’t sound like the confident Spencer you’d been seeing the past few weeks. He seemed like the awkward Dr. Spencer Reid who had blushed to the roots of his hair when you made a joke about kissing him.

You shot him a soft smile. “Of course I don’t mind, Spencer. You know I just like to tease you.” He seemed relieved at your answer as he went to sit on the edge of your bed. “And you seem to like teasing me too.”

“Who said I’m teasing?”

You rolled your eyes. “If you’re gonna be in here, make yourself useful.” You handed him your phone charger. “Put that in my go bag.”

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered, not trying to hide his smile at your bossy tone. “Why am I putting this…what’s this?”

You turned your head to see the purple fabric in his hands. “A scarf? Have you never seen a scarf before?” you teased. “Some genius you are.”

His face pulled a sour look at your words that made you smile harder. “I just haven’t seen it before. I like it.” Spencer started wrapping the scarf around his neck.

“Wow, Dr. Reid,” you called out, your eyes running over his form. “Very sexy. You’re gonna drive the girls wild.”

"There's only one person I'm interested in driving wild," he said softly before he snapped back into his teasing tone. "Purple is my favorite color, you know."

You weren’t even thinking when you said, “I know, that’s why I picked it.” Spencer’s head swung in your direction, clearly surprised by your words. “Anyway,” you hurried out. “Maybe you should keep it; you look adorable Spencie.”

He hated it when anyone called him Spencie and you knew that. You had made the comment to hopefully throw him off from your confession that you picked out that scarf because it reminded you of him.

“What happened to sexy?!” he demanded. “I do not look adorable.” His beautiful face was marred by a scowl.

You put your hands on your hips, giving him an exaggerated once over. “I don’t know, you look pretty adorable to me, Spencie.”

Spencer’s eyes had taken on a different look than you weren’t used to seeing directed at you. It was the same look he always had when he was trying to solve a problem. “You really think I’m just adorable, don’t you?”

Now it was your turn to look at him oddly. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” He took a step closer to you as soon as the words left your mouth, causing you to take a step back. “What are you doing?”

“Proving I’m not adorable,” he said, his words quiet but harsh.

"How-" You never got to finish your question; before you could even realize that he was moving his right hand wrapped around your throat, using his momentum to push you back one final step until you were pressed between the wall and his body.

You blinked up at him, trying to ignore how all of this made you feel. Even in this situation, you still couldn’t believe that Spencer was actually attracted to you the way you were to him. This is probably just like his Eastwood impression, you thought.

His head was bent down, bringing his face much closer to yours than you were used to. You could see the perpetual shadows he had under his remarkable eyes, the small crease in his skin between his eyebrows.

"Is this how you prove you're not adorable?" You had tried to make your tone sound light like your heart wasn't about to beat out of your chest, but it hadn't worked. Your voice sounded breathy and curious even in your own ears.

He looked over your face one final time, looking for some sort of emotion that he must have found because the next instant his grip on your throat got slightly tighter. His face moving so much closer to yours that your noses almost brushed.

“No,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over your lips. “This is.”

Before you could process his words, his lips finally brushed against yours. He was hesitant at first, but he grew bolder when you gasped against his mouth.

How many times had you imagined this moment? Yearned for it? And somehow the feeling of his body against yours was more than you had ever imagined. He was more than you ever imagined.

He took advantage of the gasp you let out, his kiss growing more hungry, more frantic. His body pushed into yours, his thigh coming forward to wedge between both of yours. You were vaguely aware of his hand leaving your throat, but all thought left your head when you felt both of his hands cradled your face. His thumb rubbed against your cheek while he tilted your head where he wanted it.

Spencer Reid was in complete control of this kiss, and you were getting swept away.

His tongue brushed over your bottom lip, seeking entrance to the heat of your mouth. He groaned low in his throat when you immediately opened for him, the movements of your tongue just as bold as his. When your hands came up to grip his sides, one of his hands slid to the back of your head, his long fingers tangling in your hair.

There wasn't a moment of unsureness in this kiss; Spencer kissed you like he had done it a thousand times before. Eventually, the need for air became too great, causing you to break apart. You whimpered slightly when his teeth caught your bottom lips, tugging at it while he pulled his mouth away.

“I’m not adorable,” he panted out against your mouth.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at him in wonder. “I got that.”

His thumb moved over to run against your bottom lip. “No,” he whispered, his eyes scanning yours. “I don’t think you do.”

Those words seemed to hold a greater meaning that you couldn't quite put your finger on. How was anyone's mind supposed to work correctly when this man was standing so close?

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

"Yes." Because of course, you did.

For that moment he looked unsure like he was battling with something he wanted so desperately but was too afraid to reach out and grab. "If you tell me to stop, I will."

You didn’t get to ask him what he meant before he was on you again. This kiss was filled with the same passion as the last, but his hands had begun to roam around your body. Down to your throat, over your shoulders, brushing against the sides of your breast, and the sides of your waist, until they came to the bottom of your shirt.

He pressed his thigh more firmly against the part of you that ached for this man. When you groaned into his mouth, he broke away, his mouth trailing kisses across your cheek, then down to your neck.

Spencer gripped the bottom of your shirt, his thumbs ghosting against your skin before he started pushing it up your body.

Through the fog of lust in your brain, you realized what he was doing, causing you to tense slightly. He must have felt the shift in your body because he pulled his head up from its place against your skin, his eyes searching your face.

“We don’t have to do this, Samantha,” he whispered.

“No!” Your voice came out in a rush. “No, Spence I want to. I really want to.” He smirked at your words, one of his hands coming up to brush over the green streaks in your hair, his eyes still filled with fire, but somehow so incredibly soft.

“Spence, it’s just…I don’t know…I’m not…and you’re so…you’re so hot!”

He huffed out a laugh at your words, bringing the hand that had been touching your hair over to cradle the left side of your face. “You have to know that I think you’re the most beautiful thing in the world.”

But how could you have known that?

“Samantha, you have no idea how I feel every fucking time I look at you.” He brought his mouth down again, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then to both of your cheeks. “You have no idea what I want to do to you.”

You felt your breath catch. “Do it then.”

Spencer looked unsure for just a moment before he looked into your eyes again. "They really do look like sunflowers," he muttered to himself. "If you want me to stop, just tell me to stop."

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. “I don’t think that’s likely.”

He just smirked down at you before his entire demeanor changed. “We’ll see. Take off your shirt, Samantha.”

You were shocked at the sudden amount of authority in his tone.

“I won’t ask again, Pretty Girl.”

You were still slightly nervous, but the pull inside of you to obey his words was so much stronger than any sort of insecurity you felt. It was if your hands moved automatically, gripping the bottom of your shirt before tugging it over your head.

Spencer’s eyes ran over your newly exposed skin, lingering over your breasts. He reached his hand out towards you, his fingers brushing from your collarbones down to the tops of your breasts. Once they reached the edge of your bra, he paused, looking at you again.

“Your skin is soft, it’s like you were made to be touched,” he mused, unwinding the scarf from his neck. “Take this off. I’ve waited long enough to see your tits.”

Shocked at his words, you once again complied immediately. When your upper body was completely bared to him, he released another groan. “You’re so fucking pretty.”

You felt yourself almost blush at his words.

“Hold your hands out.” Both of your arms extended in front of you. Your eyes went impossibly wide when he brought both off your wrists together before winding your scarf around them, binding you.

“I’d prefer to tie you to the bed, but this will have to do for now.” The scarf was secured now, but you knew you could break out of it if you needed to. “I want you to lay on the bed, raise your arms over your head.”

Once you had reached the position he had instructed, you turned to watch him. He had taken his tie off before he came to your room, leaving him in just a button-down shirt and his slacks. The placement of your arms brought your breasts higher; a sight Spencer must have enjoyed based on how long his gaze stayed there.

Before you were ready, he started removing his shirt. He looked so slim in his clothes; you hadn’t expected his body to look so well defined. Spencer Reid without a shirt was quite a sight to behold.

He joined you on the bed, his face hovering over your own. “I left my pants on because if I don’t have anything to stop me, I’m not going to be able to hold back. I’ll fuck you until you scream.”

You whimpered at his words. “Don’t worry my pretty girl, we’ll get there. But I want to savor you first. Keep your hands where they are, if you move them, I will punish you. Do you understand?”

You were struggling to think, his hands were moving over your skin again, those long fingers finally touching your breast, moving closer to your nipple.

“I asked you a question, Samantha.”

“Yes,” you responded, licking your lips.

Suddenly his fingers reached your nipple, he ghosted his thumb against the bud before he gave it a sharp pinch. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

He groaned at the sound of his honorific leaving your lips before he gave you a smile that was almost predatory. Spencer shoved your thighs apart, bringing his body to settle against you. You could feel how hard he was against you, even though all of your clothes.

He only gave you a brief, soft kiss before he started moving down your body. He wasted no time now. His lips closed over the tip of one breast while his hand cupped the other.

“Oh my god,” you moaned out, already trying to rock your body against his. That feeling got more frantic when you felt his teeth graze against you before he started to suck you into his mouth hard. His hand left your breast, moving down your stomach until he found the fastenings of your pants.

With a pop, the button sprang free; the sound of the zipper lowering was so loud in the otherwise silent room. The shifting of your hips got more and more desperate when you felt his fingertips run across the elastic band of your panties.

With one final nip of his teeth, he lifted his head, staring down at you. “Such a needy girl.” He pushed his body off of yours, coming to rest on his knees between your thighs.

His hand both moved to your sides, just above your pants. He raked his fingers down the skin until he caught the waistbands of your pants and panties. Spencer revealed you to his gaze slowly; so slowly you were afraid you would spontaneously combust.

Once he had you completely naked on the bed, he ran his hands over your legs, admiring you.

“I was right to leave my pants on,” he chuckled. “It’s taking everything I have not to wrap your thighs around me and finally fuck you.”

“Please,” you whimpered out when his hand ghosted over the skin of on the inside of your knee.

“Soon, pretty girl. But first, I’d rather find out how those thighs feel wrapped around my head.”

You forgot how to breathe at his words. He leaned down, shifting farthing down the bed. Spencer's mouth moved over the skin of your inner thighs with a trail of wet, open mouth kisses.

When he finally reached his destination, he turned his head to the side pressing one finally kiss against your thigh before his teeth caught the skin. The sensation caused you to buck your hips.

“Hold still, Samantha,” he breathed against you. “I want you to hold still while I make you cum with my mouth. Can you do that?”

You weren’t sure if you could, but you bit your lip and nodded anyway.

“That’s my good girl.” That was the last thing he said before he pressed a kiss to your pussy.

His tongue ran against the entirety of your slit once before he parted you with his thumbs. “Jesus,” he muttered. “You’re so wet, pretty girl. You’re absolutely soaked for me.”

Even if you had wanted to respond to his words, you couldn’t have, because right after he finished speaking his tongue tapped against your clit. Using all the willpower you had, you tried to keep your hips still while his tongue made slow circles around your clit before moving down to your entrance.

He ran his tongue around it before he speared it inside of you, his thumb coming up to rub your clit while he fucked you with his tongue.

“You taste so good,” he moaned against you. The sensation making your legs shake.

“Please, please Doctor.” Your voice was a whine. Seeing Spencer Reid’s head between your thighs was the sexiest thing on the planet.

You could feel his mouth turn up in a smirk. His thumb kept its tortuously slow pace. “Please what, Samantha?”

“Please make me cum, please.”

You felt his other hand move over to your opening, two fingers entering you without warning, causing you to arch your back.

He withdrew them immediately at your movement, raising his upper body to look at you. You were not expecting it when his hand came down against your pussy in a sharp slap.

“Fuck!”

“I told you to hold still, Samantha.”

Your thighs were shaking in your efforts. “I’m sorry, Doctor. I’m trying.”

He smiled, running his tongue over his lips. “I know, Pretty Girl.”

His fingers pushed back inside of you, curling up. He shifted his hand slightly until he brushed again the spot inside of you that caused you to moan out a broken plea.

Your eyes had closed in both pleasure and as a show of self-control. If you saw what Spencer was doing to your body right now there was no way you’d be able to stop yourself from moving.

When you felt his mouth close around your clit, you were unable to keep your eyes shut. You had to look at him. His eyes were closed in bliss, his arm moving at a faster past.

His eyes snapped open and his mouth lifted when you moaned out his name. “Are you gonna cum, Pretty Girl?” he teased. “I can feel your tight little pussy squeezing my fingers. Fuck. I’m so fucking hard just thinking about what it will feel like when you cum all over my cock.”

“Spencer, please. I’m so close Please.”

He moved his mouth back down to the seam of your body. “You’ve been such a good girl, Samantha. You can move now, but your arms stay where they are. I want you to fuck this pretty pussy on my face. Can you do that?”

You nodded, your hips already moving to grind against him, seeking out your own pleasure. When his lips took your clit into his mouth, sucking softly, while his fingers curled into you, you were unable to control the loud moan that came out of your mouth as your orgasm washed over you.

Spencer’s fingers still moved inside of you, bringing you through your orgasm. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh as he removed his fingers when you finally started to come down from your orgasm, he then put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before he spoke. “I’ve thought about how you’d look after you came for me so many times,” he said quietly, moving up your body. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “This is better than I imagined.”

You tried to deepen the kiss, but you knew you couldn’t move your arms yet.

“You’re not done, are you baby?” He laughed when you frantically shook your head “no.” You didn’t think you’d ever be done with this man.

His hand shot up to wrap around your throat; he applied pressure to the sides to restrict the blood flow. "When I ask you a question, I expect an answer, Samantha."

You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of his hand against you.

“Still such a needy girl,” he teased. “Now, you’re not done, are you?”

“No Doctor,” you rasped out.

Spencer smiled before he brought his mouth to yours again. He didn’t remove his hand from your throat while his tongue slicked into your mouth. It twirled against your own until he sucked the tip of your tongue into his mouth.

He pulled away with a groan. “I can’t fucking stand this anymore.” His hands moved to his pants, undoing them in a flash. You caught sight of him inside of his underwear. He palmed himself, his eyes on your face before he finally peeled those down too.

Spencer was well above average in everything else, it wasn’t surprising that he was here too. His hand wrapped around his cock, giving a few pumps while his eyes ran over your body.

“Turn over.”

You moved onto your stomach; Spencer pulling you up on to your knees. You felt both of his hands run over your ass until his right one lifted.

He gripped his cock in his hand, bringing it to your dripping center. Even that powerful orgasm hadn’t satisfied your desire for this man.

You felt the head of his cock slip into you, causing you both to groan. “Fucking Christ,” he moaned. “You’re so fucking tight.”

He started to slowly fuck himself into you, going deeper with every thrust. Your upper body was propped up on your elbows, your head hanging between them. You had never felt so overwhelmed by a man like this before.

With one final thrust, his hips slapped against your ass as he filled you completely.

Your face dropped into the pillow when he started to move; you were unable to control how loud you were moaning.

Those long fingers tangled in your hair again, pulling your head up. “No,” he growled, his rhythm never faltering. “I’ve thought about fucking you for too long. I want to hear you, do you understand.”

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip while your hips pushed back against him. "Yes, Doctor."

“Good girl,” was all he said but he didn’t release your hair.

This was a torture of the sweetest kind. Your hands were bound, both of his hands were holding you in place while he fucked you in an almost primal way, but you need to touch your clit so badly you could cry. You were already so close again.

Spencer must have realized it then too. He pulled out of your body, causing a whine to slip from your throat, your hips pushing back to seek him out again.

“On your back, Pretty Girl.” He helped you roll, settling himself between your thighs again. His fingers ran over the bindings on your wrists before he brushed his mouth against yours.

He gripped his cock again, lining it up with your entrance before he slowly started to sink into you. He pulled your legs up higher around his waist, pulling him deeper. You both groaned at the sensation.

Spencer started rocking against you, his pelvis grinding against your clit. He kissed you again, both of his lips covering your top lip.

You let out another whimper when his pace quickened.

“I should be so mad at you, Samantha,” he rasped against your lips. “You’ve kept this perfect pussy away from me for too long.”

His words caused you to clench around him. He lifted his upper body again, only this time one hand when to your throat, the other moving between your bodies.

You felt his thumb circle your clit while his fingers choked you again. “Come on, Samantha. I want you to cum for me, pretty girl.” Your head was thrashing against his hold, your body moving against his desperately. “I can feel it; cum on my cock baby.”

You might have screamed when the orgasm broke inside of you but you lost all sense of time and space when you came for him. Spencer's pace never slowed, his hands lifting from you to grab onto the headboard. His thrusts were brutal and seemed to extend your own orgasm.

With one final thrust, he groaned out “Samantha”, a look that you would remember for the rest of his life on his face while he found his release inside of you.

He quickly reached up and undid the bindings around your wrist with one movement. You brought your arms down, wincing at the pins and needles feeling.

“Sore?” he asked, his thumbs rubbing over your wrists.

“It was worth it,” you teased.

He smirked up at you. “So, am I still adorable?”

“I don’t know,” you pretended to consider him. “There isn’t enough data to reach a conclusion. You’re a man of science, you should know that.”

“Only you would make a science joke at a time like this.”

“It’s why you like me.”

His gaze softened, his hand cradling your face again. “It’s one of the reasons.”

You hadn’t gotten a chance to really talk to Spencer since that night in Oklahoma. He had slept in your room, causing both of you to rush around frantically the following morning so you wouldn’t miss the plane.

Then you had a full day of paperwork before Penelope insisted that everyone needed to unwind and have fun. So, against everyone’s will, she had dragged us to a bar nearby.

Now it was the next day and you had a nervous sort of excitement fluttering in your stomach.

“It’s a bit warm for a scarf, Pretty Boy,” Morgan called out, startling you.

You had noticed your purple scarf was missing from your go bag but you just assumed you left it in the hotel room.

That was evidently not the case as Dr. Spencer Reid walked into the BAU bullpen with it wrapped around his neck.

“My neck gets cold,” he defended. “I’m not used to short hair yet.”

That seemed to satisfy everyone else, but you didn’t miss the smirk he sent your way, or how he placed the scarf on his desk where you could see it.

It wasn’t until after 10 am that you could finally get a chance to speak to him alone. He didn’t look at all surprised when you started walking towards his desk, he just turned his chair to face you, his long legs stretched out in front of him.

“Are you going to give me my scarf back?” you questioned, your tone both amused and expectant.

Spencer just smiled at you, his cockiness seeming to have vanished. He looked almost nervous when he asked, “Are you going to go on a date with me?”

Despite all you had done, you couldn’t control the rush of surprise at his request. “Yes,” you informed him with a huge smile on your face.

His smile was just as earnest. “Finally,” he muttered, turning his chair back towards his desk. “And since you said ‘yes’, I think I’ll hang on to the scarf for a bit longer.”

-- The end.

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Falling For You But You Are Worlds Away: Chapter 1

Summary: After a close call with a reporter that resulted in Simon getting hurt, Linda makes a difficult and heartbreaking decision. Meanwhile, Wilhelm returns to Hillerska, hoping to at least rekindle his friendship with Simon, only to find that even that was no longer possible.

Title inspired by Taylor Swift's "Come Back, Be Here."

Note: So... after several weeks of obsessing... I finally did it... I finally wrote Young Royals fanfic. And, I really shouldn't because I have Grad school and a part-time job and I barely have time to breathe.Speaking of that, I probably won't have a consistent update. There might be times when I disappear for several weeks. Please be patient and understanding with me, I'm still trying to balance school and work.

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It was supposed to be a normal day of running errands – a trip to the grocery store, dropping off mail at the post office, and maybe getting ice creams as a treat on the way home. But, no, Simon should have known better than to think that his life would somehow go back to normal during Christmas. After all, the prince had denied his involvement in the viral video and Simon had broken up with him to give both of them some space. This all happened only a week ago.

But, even after all that trouble and heartbreak, here he and his family were, being chased down their own street by paparazzi with their stupid cameras and fake sympathy.

“Simon, won’t you tell us your side of the story?”

“Is Prince Wilhelm lying? Are you in a relationship?”

“Mrs. Erikkson, how did you react when you found out your son may have been involved with the prince?”

“Don’t say anything,” his mother hissed in Spanish, clutching Simon and Sara’s arms tighter against her side.

The plastic bag of groceries was digging into Simon’s skin and he wished he could adjust his grip but he didn’t dare slow down. Those hyenas at his heels could catch them and he didn’t want to give them that satisfaction.

But, then, Sara let out a startled scream. A reporter had grabbed her arm, making her drop the groceries. Clementines rolled out of the bag and onto the pavement.

And, just like that, Simon saw red.

“Let go of her!”

He ripped his arm from his mother’s hold and lunged at the reporter, pushing him away from his shaking sister. The reporter, a middle-aged man who had probably been doing this for a long time, released Sara. But, before Simon could pull her away to safety, searing pain exploded at his cheek. He tasted the blood before he even realized what had happened.

His mom and Sara screamed.

The other reporters began to yell at the first one. Things like “What is wrong with you?!” and “Fuck, you can’t touch our sources like that! We’re gonna get sued!”

His name was being called. It sounded like Sara.

But, Simon, feeling dazed and tired, just stared up at the bright blue sky. He didn't even realize he had fallen to the ground. It was a nice day, though.

It should have been an ordinary nice day.

.....

“Thank you, officer, we really appreciate your help.”

“Just doing our job, ma’am. Please don’t hesitate to call us over if you see any more suspicious individuals around your home. We’ll send someone over, immediately.”

“Thank you.”

Linda bid the police officers a good day and shut the door. With them gone, she finally lowered her mask and allowed the weariness of the day to manifest in her bones. She leaned back against the closed door, letting out the breath she had been holding.

No matter how many times she had dealt with the police, it never failed to make her exhausted. She should be used to this by now.

When she and the kids still lived with Micke, it wasn’t uncommon for neighbors to call the cops to complain about her ex-husband disturbing the peace. Mostly because he was yelling at her and the children. Sometimes, even hurting her. (He never touched the children. Linda never let him. The one and only time he almost laid a hand on Sara was finally when Linda finally gathered her children, important documents, and a few meager possessions and fled into the night.)

Linda believed that they were past all that. That in this new life she built for herself and her children, they would never have to call the police to their home or worry about their safety ever again. But, after what happened to Simon today, she could no longer hold on to that dream. Not for the time being.

She knew what she had to do to keep her son safe, even if it hurt her. Even if Simon would resent her. She hoped he wouldn’t. That he would see that she was doing this for him.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Linda straightened her shoulders, lifted her head, and began to make her way back to the living room, where she could clearly hear her children bickering on the couch.

“Are you sure you’re okay?�� Sara asked her brother.

“I’m fine,” Simon answered, sounding annoyed. “He didn’t even hit me that hard.”

“You could have hit your head!”

“But, I didn’t.”

“You should have left him alone.”

“He touched you!”

Sara pressed her lips together and looked away as she dabbed ointment to her brother’s bruised lip. Simon flinched, which made his sister’s lips quirk to an amused smile.

But, despite her children looking seemingly okay, joking around and teasing each other the way they always did, Linda couldn't stop looking at that dark mark marring her son’s handsome face.

Clearing her throat, she stepped into the living room.

“Mi amor, how are you feeling?” she asked, sitting on Simon’s other side.

“I’m fine, mama,” he replied, immediately. “It’s just a scratch, it will heal in a few days.” He grinned. “It makes me look badass though, right?”

Sara snorted. “More like reckless.”

“A reckless badass.”

“Mi amor,” Linda interrupted, gently, not wanting them to start bickering again. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

Simon straightened up, looking serious. Linda’s chest felt heavy as she took his hand in hers and stroked it. Sometimes, she wished her children were still small and had no other care in the world except for what candy they could get at the grocery store that week.

“It’s about school,” she began.

“I’ll transfer back to Marieberg,” Simon said, misunderstanding where the conversation was going. “I don’t mind. Sara can stay at Hillerska, she has friends there now, I’m sure she’ll be fine. Besides, Rosh and Ayub are excited to have me back.”

Linda shook her head. “I don’t think you should go back to Marieberg either.”

At that, Simon’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean? I should go to another school? There aren’t any others close by.”

Linda sighed as she looked her son in the eye. “When the… video… first came out...”

Simon flinched and looked down at his feet.

“... I thought about how to… protect you. Especially after what happened today-.”

“Mama, I can handle it,” he interrupted, still unable to look at her. “I was fine today.”

“No, you weren’t,” Sara interjected. “You got punched.”

Simon glared at her. “They’re just reporters, I can handle them.”

Linda squeezed his hand. “It’s not just the reporters, Simon. It’s also… the others. Remember that boy from the other day? He followed you home! He could have hurt you!”

Simon's eyes flashed in anger at the memory. “But, he didn’t, you drove him away. And I would have been fine, I could take him.”

“That doesn’t stop me from worrying!”

Linda ran a hand through her hair, frustrated and cursing her son’s stubbornness. Unfortunately, that was one thing he inherited from Micke.

“Anything could have happened and I can’t protect you! Not at school, not at the grocery store, not even here at home! And do you know what that does to me?! I worry about you every time you’re out of my sight, Simon!”

Unbidden tears brimmed at Linda’s eyes but she refused to let them fall. She had to be strong. She was making the right decision.

“A few weeks ago, I called your Tia Elena. She already knew what happened, the news reached them...”

“Oh, God!” Closing his eyes, Simon groaned and fell back against the couch.

“… and she actually suggested that… you go to live with her for a while.”

Almost immediately, Simon’s eyes snapped open and he sat up. “What?”

“I wasn’t sure, before, because I don’t want you to be away from us. But, after what happened with that boy from the other day and the reporters today… I think this is the best thing for you.”

“To send me to America?! That’s the best thing for me?!”

Simon pulled his hand away from her hold and stood up, presumably to stalk off to his room.

Linda tried to blink away the tears. “Simon, mi amor, please! This is the only way to keep you safe!”

“You’re sending me away! From you and Sara and my friends! My whole life is here!”

“It’s only until this all dies down, I promise. You can transfer back to Marieberg next school year. But, just for this term. Please, Simon.”

She watched Simon’s stiff back as he processed her pleas.

“W-What about a visa?” he asked and the hope in it broke her heart. “Don’t I need one of those? And they take time, don’t they? By the time they process it, school’s gonna start and I still have to travel and-.”

“You have an appointment with the U.S. Embassy the day after tomorrow,” Linda interrupted. “Your Tia Elena took care of everything. She even sent some money along to help with the fees.”

“Oh.” Simon’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “W-Would they even have room for me?”

“There’s only her and Ana now ever since Ricardo left them. And she says you can work at her store to earn some extra money, if you want.”

From the corner of her eye, Linda spotted Sara, who was unusually quiet. Her daughter was staring at her brother, her face unreadable. It was difficult to read Sara these days. But, Linda hoped that her daughter understood why she was doing this.

Sara didn’t want to leave Hillerska and that was fine, she had gone ahead and applied for that Grant to be a resident. But, even if Simon applied for a Grant too and became a resident, he would still get chased by reporters. He would still get recognized and followed by creeps and people who wanted to do him harm in Bjarstard. But, in America, with Linda’s older sister, he could be safe from the scandal.

“Is there really no other way?” Simon asked, softly.

Getting to her feet, Linda moved towards her son and wrapped him in her arms.

“Mi amor, I know this is difficult for you. It is for me, too. I want nothing more than for you to stay here in Sweden with me and your sister. But, I want you to be safe. I want people to stop stalking you and bothering you about something so… traumatic. You don’t deserve that. You deserve to go to school and live your life in peace. In America, no one knows who you are. You can live normally again, go to school, and even… date someone new.”

Simon flinched in her arms and she regretted her words.

What Simon had with Wilhelm was truly special, something for the books, the kind of love story you often watch on T.V. and read about in books. She had never seen Simon as happy as he had been when he was with the prince, even if they thought Linda didn’t know. (Of course, she knew! She was his mother!) It was only a shame that their story ended in a tragedy that not only broke her son’s heart but also brought negative and unwanted attention onto his life.

“Simon, please,” she begged. “Just for a few months, I promise, mi amor. And, then, you can come home and life will be back to normal, I’m sure. Please.”

Time felt like it was slowing down as they stood there in the middle of the living room, Simon slowly breaking in her arms and Sara only watching helplessly.

Finally, her son let out a breath. “Okay,” he said in a soft voice. “I’ll go.”

Linda burst into tears and buried her face against the fabric of Simon’s orange sweatshirt.

Despite her own heart breaking into pieces at the thought of being away from her son, she was also so incredibly relieved.

.........

The Christmas break was too long, in Wilhelm’s opinion.

He spent most of it making required public appearances, sitting in on council meetings, and attending royal parties. He went about his duties like a robot, his emotions numb and something in him broken. His mother thought he would get over it if she threw enough things at him to keep him busy enough to not think of Simon. But, obviously, it didn’t work.

Simon was the first thing on his mind when he woke up in the mornings and the last thing he thought of before he slept at night. He had tried texting but his texts went unanswered. His calls would result in just ring after ring after ring until voicemail picked up. He spent many hours just scrolling through Simon’s Instagram, not seeing any new posts. Rosh, Ayub, and Sara had all blocked him so he couldn’t even see any posts of Simon, if there were any.

During the yearly Christmas party hosted by the Royal family, it was normally Erik who had to socialize and make nice with all the nobility and distant relatives who came. But, this year, Wilhelm had to do it. And it was fine, at first. He managed to remember some names and those he didn’t remember, he managed to sidestep with a polite “sir” or “ma’am.” But, then… But, then!

His mother introduced to him the daughter of a Duke whose name he couldn’t remember. With the way his mother smiled and practically pushed the girl to his side, Wilhelm knew exactly what she was doing. It ruined the rest of the party for him, as well as that poor girl’s Christmas. Wilhelm was so annoyed that he ignored her when she tried to make conversation. Eventually, he caused her to break into tears when he bluntly said that he didn’t care who designed her dress.

The Queen tried to scold him, called him a disgrace, and demanded that he get himself together. Wilhelm only shot her a blank look, excused himself, and left the party.

There were no more attempts at setting him up after that.

So, when Christmas break ended and it was time to return to Hillerska, he was relieved. He dutifully packed his things, including the small Christmas gift he got for Simon. He was hoping that even if they couldn’t restart their relationship, they could still be friends. Wilhelm would take anything Simon was able to offer him right now, even if it wasn’t what he wanted.

“Your Royal Highness,” Malin called through the door. “You’re supposed to be at the church in ten minutes.”

“Thanks, Malin!” Wilhelm called back to her.

The prince looked over his appearance in the mirror one last time, making sure his school tie was tied properly and his jacket free of lint. Not that Simon would care about those, but Wilhelm wanted to look his best, for once. He even got a haircut over break. He wondered if Simon did, too. He couldn’t wait to see him.

Feeling the anticipation brimming inside him, Wilhelm made his way out of his room. He joined the others in leaving Forest Ridge to head to the church. Ahead of him, Henry and Walter waved, pausing to let him catch up to them.

Despite their initial impression on Wilhelm, they really did mellow out the more he got to know them. And when the video came out, they were the only ones who didn’t look at him weirdly (at least, not blatantly to his face) and never once asked about the video. They even texted him a Merry Christmas over break. He would take their company over August’s.

And, speaking of the devil, there was his traitor of a cousin now, pushing through the other boys to get to him. Wilhelm quickened his steps, not wanting to get caught in a conversation. He had successfully avoided him during the Christmas party at the palace after giving firm instructions to Malin and Johan to ensure that he didn’t get close to Wilhelm.

Luckily, his bodyguards were most likely doing exactly that as Wilhelm made it to the church and slipped into a pew without August catching up to him. Henry and Walter slid in after him, chatting about their holidays.

“Wonder what they’re singing this time,” Walter wondered aloud.

“Hope it’s something good,” Henry added.

Wilhelm only smiled, his annoyance at August finally melting away and replaced by excitement to see Simon and hear him sing again. Christmas break was too long.

Finally, the whole church had filled up and the Headmaster signaled for everyone to be quiet.

The choir entered.

Wilhelm spotted Felice and gave her a small wave. She had remained a great friend to him throughout the break.

As the choir began their song, Wilhelm scanned the heads, looking for that familiar head of curls. Someone else was doing a solo this time, a girl he didn’t know and her voice was nice but it wasn’t Simon. Why wasn’t Simon doing the solo?

Wilhelm couldn’t even hear the song or decipher the lyrics. His eyes desperately scanned all three rows but he couldn’t spot Simon.

Where was Simon?!?! Did he miss the first day of school?!?!

But, Sara was just a few pews ahead. She wouldn’t leave home without her brother.

The excitement that had earlier filled him turned into fear.

Did Simon quit the choir?!

Not caring about how it looked, Wilhelm scanned the pews across from them and the pews behind him, trying to spot those curls. But… he couldn’t see them. Not one strand.

The choir had finished singing now and the Headmaster had stood up to welcome them to another semester, go over the rules of the dorms, and list the school administration’s expectations from their students.

All of it went over Wilhelm’s head.

And, finally, they were dismissed to go to their first class of the day.

Wilhelm shot up and, muttering apologies to Henry and Walter, made his way out of the pew. He ignored the “hello’s” sent his way and hurried to the front.

Sara and Maddie were chatting with each other as they made their way down the aisle, all excited smiles and talking about how wonderfully Felice sang.

“Sara!”

The girl slowed down and froze upon seeing him. He saw the anger flash in those normally calm eyes. Then, she turned her gaze away and walked past him.

Wilhelm was not giving up.

He turned around and gave chase. “Sara! Sara, wait! I just need to ask you something.”

“I have nothing to say to you, Prince,” she seethed, not stopping.

He hated to do it but he gently grasped the arm of her school jacket. “Please, I need to ask you. Where’s Simon?”

Sara pulled her arm away, glaring at him. “Why do you ask?”

Wilhelm swallowed. “He didn’t sing with the choir. And I can’t find him anywhere and I just-.”

“He doesn’t go to Hillerska anymore.”

Wilhelm’s heart stopped. “What?”

Sara shrugged, turned on her heels, and walked away. Maddie shot Wilhelm a pitying look before hurrying off after her.

His chest felt tight. And it seemed like there wasn’t enough air for him to breathe.

Simon... left?

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the florist

requested: no

group: dreamcatcher

pairing: jiu x fem!reader

genre: angst, questionable fluff

contents: hanahaki!au, florist!jiu

warnings: death

synopsis: When you find a beautiful death sentence clustered in your lungs, you can only visit the legendary florist. But is JiU herself as strong as she seems?

a/n: hiatus who? we don’t know her 🤡 i was actually gonna post this when it struck 12 on december 1st for me, but tumblr’s telling me it’s already december, so here we go!

word count: 3.3k

In all the years that the Hanahaki Disease had existed, there had never been a cure. And on the day that you coughed up the first blood-stained carnation, it became certain that you weren’t about to be the one to break the record.

You considered yourself to be decently cautious about the disease. After all, since you were a child, the only love lesson that you had ever been taught was to never, ever, be the first one in love. Your mother drilled that lesson, telling you that love was a poisonous thing to be avoided at all costs until you believed her.

And yet, you were stupid enough to allow her to wreck you, to allow yourself to become consumed by her.

It was unexpected, to say the least. Lee Siyeon had been a close friend for years, the two of you meeting during college, and she had been in love with someone else since then. You knew Bora well too, actually, and had always rooted for the two to get together.

Had it been anyone else, you would’ve still held the hope that your love could be returned, but Siyeon despised you with all the might of her soul ever since she had found out about the yellow petals floating in the toilet bowl at midnight. Had it been anyone else, you wouldn’t have faced the sheer mortification of begging Gahyeon for the address of the person who saved her.

“Y/N...” she had hesitated when you asked her. Siyeon’s younger sister was the only person that you knew of who had survived the disease without getting the dreaded surgery, but she was incredibly touchy about the subject. Indeed, you didn’t even know who she had fallen in love with so many years ago.

“Please, Gahyeon,” you begged, chasing to maintain eye contact with her. “I can’t die like this. You-- you won’t let me, will you? Not when it’s your sister.”

You didn’t want to guilt-trip her like you did, but it worked. Gahyeon texted you an address and a name, the ping noise of the notification sounding more like your saving grace than anything. “You can’t tell anyone else once you’re healed,” she warned. “She’ll know who you are as soon as you say my name.”

To outside eyes, the Love Blossom looked like a normal flower shop. The narrow storefront, sandwiched between a coffee shop and a bookstore, was painted a faint pink and chipped with green on some edges. There were flowers stuffed everywhere you could see-- exploding baskets on the windowsills, colorful wreaths hung everywhere, even a huge L and B made of blooms on the window.

Even when you pushed the door open, it gave no indication of being anything other than a flower shop. The scent of flowers was heavy, some rock song playing from the peppy pink speakers dangling from the ceilings. “Hello?” you called out, hands tightening on the strap of the bag slung over your shoulder. “H-”

Suddenly, you coughed out again and held your sleeve up to prevent any flower petals from fluttering out; the constant itch in your throat only served to make you more anxious to find the florist that Gahyeon had referred you to. “Is anyone there?”

“Hi!” You yelped and jumped back when an invisible door just next to you randomly opened, the shelf concealing it nearly colliding with your face. “Oh, I’m sorry! Were you looking for me?”

The girl who opened the door looked like the literal manifestation of sunshine; her smile took up half her face, the brown of her half-moon eyes seemingly lit from within. She balanced a flowerpot on her hip as she bowed to you in apology, long hair almost sweeping the floor. “Are- are you JiU?”

“Yep!” She moved to set the pot down, cocking her head slightly to take you in. “How can I help you today?”

“I... I’m a friend of Gahyeon,” you explained, watching as the smile on her face lessened slightly in understanding. You fished out the plastic bag from your purse, the almost-dry crimson inside overpowering the yellow petals. “Can you help me?”

The brunette accepted the bag, flashing you another bright smile as she opened the secret door again. “Well, let’s take a look. Follow me, please, and call me Minji.”

The narrow doorway led to what seemed to be her living quarters, or maybe an apothecary; the walls were almost completely covered by the forest-green painted shelves lining them, mismatched books and trinkets filling the spaces. Incredibly detailed drawings were tacked everywhere, a ladder folded behind the hidden door, presumably to access the blank walls up near the ceiling. A loft area was most likely where she slept, though she led you to a large and cluttered desk to examine the flowers you had given her.

“Yellow carnations. These symbol rejection and disdain, you know.”

You winced at the girl’s bluntness, though it wasn’t meant as a jab, still staring at the multitudes of drawings tacked everywhere. “Yeah, I know. Gahyeon told me.”

She smiled at the mention of the younger girl, setting the bag with your blood down to fiddle with a notebook. “I taught her well, then.”

“Taught her?” You watched her shift jars of petals around on the shelves, scribbling something down on a sheet of ironically pink and cutesy paper. “I thought you healed her.”

“Well, the Hanahaki disease doesn’t heal easily,” Minji responded, gesturing for you to follow her into a tiny kitchen area. “It took months, actually, and she spent almost every day in here. She might as well have become an apprentice, with how much I taught her.”

“Months?” Fear rose up in you at that, apparently not affecting the other girl as she hummed. You’d been in one of the later stages for a good couple of months now, though you couldn’t tell which one without visiting a doctor. “Minji, I don’t have months.”

She raised an eyebrow at you, tying the strings of her apron behind her. “Well, are you willing to get the surgery? Spend thousands of dollars and go through such a rigorous process, and then be left with a cold heart and unhealable scars?” At your silence, she chuckled, tying her hair up in a plait. “That’s what I thought.”

You sat on the stool at her kitchen table, watching Minji busy herself at what looked like a stovetop, albeit littered with glass bottles and half-hearted bouquets. “What makes you certain that this’ll work, then? How’d you even learn to help people like me?”

Minji bit down on her lower lip, the dark red color remarkably not transferring onto her pearly teeth. “Well. My mother died from the disease, so I was originally going to study it in school. But I had to help Gahyeon somehow. When she fell in love with someone who’d never love her back... I couldn’t just watch her die.”

Smiling slightly, you watched her scatter the same petals as you had coughed up into a pot, freshly plucked from stems that she threw onto the counter next to her. “What about you? What’s the story behind “rejection and disdain”?” she asked suddenly, smiling prettily. Something about her was a bit ethereal in the kitchen’s LED lighting, though maybe it was the fact that she was literally saving people that doctors couldn’t.

“Ah. I fell in love with Siyeon,” you answered, placing your hand into your chin as you watched her work. “She loves someone else, and I got between them. It’s not her fault.”

Frowning, Minji uncapped a jar that smelled strongly of rose, practically upending it in her pot. “Gahyeon’s sister? Does she know that you’re going to die because of her? I’ve met her before, and I didn’t think she’d be so cruel. ”

You nodded silently at that. The whole reason you were in such a predicament was that you loved Siyeon and she hated you; there was no way you were going to ask her to turn her entire heart on its head just to save you. It was unlikely that she’d want to do so at all, anyway. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” the brunette sighed sympathetically. “Love really hurts sometimes.”

“Yeah,” you smiled drily. “It’s just all too literal for me.”

“Hey, Minji!”

The girl turned from her flowers to wave excitedly at you, her smile painted bubblegum pink this time to match the faded apron she wore. She held trimmers in her hands, clumsy with the thick gloves she wore. “Y/N! Good to see you again, come in?”

“Yeah.” You smiled just seeing the interior of the shop, as decked-out as it had been in your first visit. Instead of the purple theme last week, Minji seemed to have gone with yellows, the peonies and roses tainting the cold air. The apartment, however, looked the same, almost comforting in its maximalism. “I’m done with the vials,” you mentioned, taking the freshly-washed glass bottles out of your bag along with a fresh bag of bloody flowers.

“Did they help?” Minji asked, accepting both with a quiet “thank you”. “Gahyeonie always told me that they taste terrible, but sugar cancels out all the good properties.”

“They aren’t that bad,” you lied, sitting down at the same spot in the kitchen and opening your bag. At her questioning look, you explained, “Oh, I thought I’d bring my laptop this time and keep you company. You said you were bored last time...”

Part of you wished she would turn you away, just so that you wouldn’t become attacked to someone who’d eventually leave you behind too. But she smiled, turning on her stove and hefting the same ceramic pot on as she did the last time. “That’s perfect, Y/N. When you’re done, you can come help package some bouquets for a break, okay?”

You nodded, sighing in content at the smell of flower petals boiling once again in the shop. “Okay. Thanks, Minji.”

“No need to thank me,” she replied, turning back to the ingredients that she fiddled with. “No need to thank me at all. How’s Siyeon?”

Shrugging, you swept some papers off the table to place your laptop down. “I don’t really know. She doesn’t talk to me. I only have contact with her through Gahyeon now, but it’s not really like I want to talk to the person killing me.”

“I wish you wouldn’t say “killing”,” Minji pouted, teasing you with a long flower stem. “It makes me think that you don’t believe you’ll live.”

“No, I trust you, I--” You stopped in your tracks when you realized that the other girl was joking, rolling your eyes before turning back to your computer. “Real funny, Minji.”

She giggled, placing a mug of coffee on the table beside you. “I like to think I am. You can call me Minji, by the way. Only customers call me Minji.”

Instead of responding, you sipped at your coffee, falling into a comfortable silence once the florist turned back to her stove. With the cool fall sunlight streaming in through the window and the heavenly aroma inside the kitchen, you suddenly thought that you could get used to a scene like this. More than that-- you liked it.

A good 4 weeks passed without incident. Your weekly visits were always filled with musical laughter and pretty grins whirling by in an instant. Minji only looked more beautiful each time, the pain in your chest somehow lessening each time you saw her wave to you with all the enthusiasm that Siyeon lacked. Part of you wondered whether the bitter concoctions that Minji had you drink were the thing at work at all, but you continued to take them, and you continued to improve.

Of course, everything good had to come to an end.

“Y/N,” Minji gasped as she kneeled next to you, hands hovering over your body as you hacked again, red dribbling from your lips to the floor. Your fingers curled weakly around your phone, tears escaping your eyes with how hard you squeezed them shut. “Gahyeon called me, what happened to you?”

With the clusters of carnations fluttering in your lungs with every breath you took, you weren’t able to respond. The other girl seemed to realize that, digging through her bag for something. Before she could take anything out, though, you wheezed for air again, throat swollen to the point of suffocation.

She acted quick, turning you onto your side to let full blossoms slip from between your lips. The yellow blooms were dauntingly bright against the dark wood, almost a serene picture if not for the violent crimson staining the petals. Tipping a vial of golden orange into your mouth, Minji ordered, “Swallow. Come on, you can do it.”

As soon as the poppy syrup was gone, your eyes fluttered shut and you slumped against your arm, breathing rattled but steady. Sighing, the brunette wiped a remaining petal from your lips, sliding her hands below your knees and your neck to pick you up. “You’re going to be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

When the sun began shining unbridled through the cracked curtains of your bedroom, you woke from the longest sleep since you started choking at night. Someone had taken the liberty of folding the clothes scattered across your chair, as well as placing your fully charged phone, a purple-colored glass of liquid, and a note by your side.

Y/N,

I have to go back to the shop, but Gahyeon or I’ll stop by later today to bring you some more medicine. Next time, call me first!

xx,

Kim Minji

There was a ridiculous smile on your lips just holding a pink piece of paper imprinted with the girl’s kiss in lipstick, as well as a remarkable lack of flowers in your lungs. Indeed, you couldn’t taste copper coating your tongue, or feel petals stuck to the back of your throat, and it felt even better than you had remembered.

When you checked your phone, you realized that a certain contact was missing, A phone number that you had long since given up on contacting. There was a gap in your carefully curated picture gallery, Siyeon’s pictures with you taken off your wall, too. In their places were various pictures of Minji and Gahyeon, sometimes together and sometimes apart. In one of the selfies, you noted with a grin that someone had scribbled a Sharpie mustache over Minji’s face.

Since when had the florist replaced her in your life, and since when were you absolutely okay with that?

Minji smiled as soon as she noticed that the door to the Love Blossom was already open, the lights on inside the shop and some sweet smell wafting out. You hadn’t talked about the time she saved you in your apartment, but ever since then, the florist had noted that you were opening up more. You were happier, more willing to crack jokes and visit her on your own accord. “Y/N, is that you?”

“Morning, Minji!” you answered, spinning out of the apartment with a grin. The apron that Minji usually wore to make her syrups was tied around your waist, the faint pink of it white with flour. You held the door open for her and moved to take her jacket off for her, a gorgeous smile on your face as you did. “I let myself in early to make you some bread, I hope you don’t mind!”

“I never mind bread,” the brunette laughed, her heart already warm when she inhaled honeyed air. “Today isn’t a checkup day, though? You stopped by 3 days ago, did you run out of syrup or something?”

You pouted, in a remarkably good mood as you twirled around the kitchen. The counter was finally free of flowers and glass vials, replaced instead by a huge bag of flour and trays of golden-brown pastries. Minji didn’t remember having those supplies, but she wouldn’t put it past you to restock her kitchen just for fun while she visited her friends. “What, I can’t come and see my friends? I’m off work today, so I thought I could bake for you and learn about your bouquet orders.”

Sighing in false exasperation, Minji patted you on the head and tied her hair up to start working, flipping the sign on the door to read “OPEN”. “Of course you can come and see me whenever you want, it’s just rare that you come by like this.”

“I guess we’ll have to change that then,” you shrugged, plopping three pastries on a plate for the other girl. The kitchen looked like a completely different place without the usual bloody petals scattered all over the place, and to be honest, Minji loved the change. For once, she wasn’t in charge of saving your life-- she was just a florist, and she was just your friend.

There was no way she could keep the smile off her face, not when you sang exaggeratedly into a filling spoon, and not when you baked all the things she mentioned that she liked.

Something felt tight in her chest when she inhaled air perfumed by butter and roses, but Minji could only smile. For you.

The next time you baked for her was bittersweet. Once again, you were already in the apartment when Minji came back from her morning visit.

“I’m healed,” you sobbed as you catapulted into her arms, a slight poof of flour exploding when your chest met hers. Minji stood still in shock, hands resting softly on the small of your back as you cried, “Minji, I’m healed. You saved me.”

“For real?” she whispered, pulling back to cup your face in your hands. You nodded tearily, makeup-tinted tears mixing with flour as the other girl hugged you again, something clogging up her throat as she tried to breathe. “I... I’m so happy for you.”

You grinned despite your tears as you brought a cake out of the fridge, the pretty lavenders and blues of the frosting somehow reminding Minji of a goodbye. She turned out to be right. “They’re forget-me-nots,” you explained when you gestured to the pretty piped flowers on the cake. “Um, so you don’t forget me.”

“I could never forget you,” Minji blurted, feeling a sting at her own nose. “Come back sometime, okay, Y/N? You don’t forget me either, got it?”

“I won’t.” Despite all the sincerity in your gaze, your promise was hollow to the florist’s ears. You were already tugging on your jacket again, leaving her standing in the middle of an all-too-clean kitchen with a beautiful cake in her hands. “I’m sorry, Minji, I have to get back to work. But I’ll be back soon,” you smiled, watching her carefully for a reaction.

Minji nodded, knees almost trembling as she watched you turn back to wave one last time. “Okay.”

As soon as the glass door slammed again, she rushed to place the cake down, tucking her face into the crook of her elbow as she was hit with yet another uncontrollable fit of coughing. She crouched, free hand gripping tight on the legs of the table near her to steady herself as flower petals dotted with red fluttered softly onto the ground.

“Mallow,” she recognized as she scrambled to pick up the purple-veined blooms, vomiting out yet another. “Mallow...”

Scooting back so that her back could hit the kitchen cabinets, Minji watched the candles atop the cake burn out, blood dripping from her lips onto the pale fabric of her sweater. She didn’t care, though, as she stopped a shallow breath from escaping, finally remembering the meanings of the flowers in her shaking hands.

“Consumed by love.”

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some-dr-writings · 3 years

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Izuru, Hajime, and Kirumi x SHSL Military General

Izuru Kamukura:

· Boring. That was what he had thought of you at first. You had no new talent he didn’t… and yet, despite your fearsome rumors, it seemed all those under your command adored you. He already knew it was not the cliché case of ‘oh you just need to get to know them’ nor you were secretly going about your work in a cult like fashion. No, there was something else, and he decided to snuff it out.

· “It’s been several days now. If you wish something of me you need but speak, or at the least walk by my side. How much longer do you plan on tailing me?” You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face the man who was but a few paces behind. Both your expressions perfectly stoic, blank. “As long as it takes to find out why everyone loves you. That was my initial objective. But you’re boring. You’re nurturing. Your tone alone is enough to compel others to follow your lead, to not disappoint you out of respect. Now… I want to know why you’re different from me.” You needed but a glance to find your answer. “The difference… I thought a being exactly akin to myself, a person made to be a weapon would already know that.” You walked a few paces, stopping right before him. It was as if he were a statue, not moving at all as you cupped your hand on his cheek, the smallest, softest, kindest of smiles pulling at the corners of your lips. “Good luck old friend. Even with a luck talent you’ll need it.” You then walked away, Izuru following just a few paces behind.

· “Come now. If you’re going to stick around, work out with me. Surely, you’ve figured out by now that simply observing me, you’ll not get the answers you’re seeking.” Still, Izuru simply stood beside you as you were finishing your pushups atop that mountain with the sky just barely starting to show the signs of a new day beginning. “Why do you speak with me casually, unlike all others? You don’t even speak this way with those you call friends.” “I simply find it natural to speak this way with one so harmless. Just as I find it natural to speak with others in a more formal tone.” “… Harmless.” Hopping up from your pushups you began your climb back down the treacherous mountain. “You find Komaeda to be a weapon of mass destruction, and me, harmless? That’s incomprehensible.” “To you, perhaps.” You kept going for a few moments before deciding to give him some extra help. “You’re an innocent child, myself before I became who I am now, before I rejected the idiotic notion of a weapon being more powerful than man.”

· He pondered over that brief conversation for a long time. Man being more powerful than a weapon. He knew you were not speaking of how man creates weapons and are the ones who use them, so…

· “Oh! Hey, Y/N! So, your sidekick finally decided to join us!” The first day Izuru had begun to follow you, you stopped him when going for those nightly training sessions saying he would either participate or go away because you were not going to allow any bystanders. All nights after he’d disappear at some point as you made your way to meet up with Kaito and the others. But he stayed by your side that night, training with the others, giving you and Maki a run for your money when it came to endurance in these exercises.

· “You’re making everyone uncomfortable just standing in the corner. Come play with us.” Izuru did as told and joined the card game you were playing with your classmates.

· “Izuru, teach them how to set up the stall, while I take care of matters here.” He helped out your class set up for the school festival.

· “Huh…” Truthfully you were half expecting Izuru to show up to the beach his usual suit and not swim trunks, let alone playing volleyball with the others already.

· The others had already left back for school, the field trip long done, but you stayed behind to fit in some of your own exercises… Izuru did as well. “So, finally out of your emotionless emo phase, or are you still insisting everything is boring?” “… I thought by copying you I’d find why we’re different.” “And have you?” “…” He actually thought about it for a moment an answer not immediately puzzled out in his mind. “I’m still gathering information.” “I see.” Seems he was growing up faster than you did, then again you didn’t have anyone to help guide you.

· For a long time you continued your stretches. “I must admit though, I thought it’d take longer before you’d take this first step.” You stopped, beginning to jog in place, slowly picking up your pace. “This world, with how awful it is, I still find it boring myself at times. But that’s not the good part of it all. Being alive. I’m anticipating to see what you’ll find in people. For me, it’s not a certain aspect of them, but everything. True, humans are creatures of patterns, but focusing on the individual… seeing them as people and not objects, or weapons, or patterns… seeing what they actually are…Connecting… that’s my answer at least, why I gave up being you, a husk intended to be a weapon. Humans no matter how they try, can’t be anything other than human. A human being… strange and funny creatures I find us to be at least.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly chuckling to yourself. “Be sure to tell me when you find your answer. I’m sure someone skilled in more than war will find something I could never hope too, and that sounds exciting to me. But for now, back to training.”

· Then you dashed away, down the shore, to that brilliantly bright sunset.

· And he ran. He didn’t even think about it. He was still unsure of what he was doing or what exactly he was searching for, but… something inside him was calling out to you, he just knew he needed to be with you. So he was going to keep chasing after you and perhaps one day, he’d figure it out and finally walk beside you.

Hajime Hinata:

· To Hajime, each and every last person who manage to be invited to the academy was an amazing person. How else could they be described? They were individuals who all had already changed the word in some way or another, but there was one individual who arguably made the largest impact to the world, more than any present or past student, the Super High School Level Military General. Nothing of their personage was known, a complete mystery, not even their name. They were solely known for their accomplishments, a child, seemingly appearing out of nowhere quickly rose up through the ranks, becoming a general, and swiftly putting an end to any war they touched. Wars still appeared, but not long and they’d appear putting it to an end with little life being lost, most countries began fighting in less direct ways because of this. What else could they do? The fighting did stop, but not the conflicts that were the root of them. Still, putting an end to so much fighting so quickly was unimaginable to most. Some say their appearance only made conflict worse, some say they saved the world. No matter what one thought, it was undeniable the Super High School Military General left an unmistakable impact that had forever changed the world.

· And such an amazing person, was the very first friend he had made at the academy, despite him just being a reserve course student.

· He didn’t even know who they were at first. The school year hadn’t technically started yet, but students were allowed on campus to move their belongings into their dorm rooms and such and that was exactly what Hajime was doing. He didn’t have much, so he was finished quickly and decided to just walk around for a bit. He found himself just looking at the main building off in the distance. So close, yet so far away, just barely out of reach seemingly when he knew deep down, he truly was nowhere close. Then suddenly he spotted something. Not far, just within reach.

· “Is the vending machine jammed?” “Not as far as I know.” Hajime looked to the machine in confusion, not noticing anything off with it, so why were you just standing before it? “What do you recommend?” Though you hadn’t done much something about how you looked to him, how your voice seemed to resonate in him, he was taken aback for a moment before collecting himself, quickly looking over the options. “Well… I like the orange ramune.” He pointed to it, showing exactly where it was. Not saying a word you placed in some yen and pressed the button for it. How you carried yourself mesmerized him. He couldn’t quite place his finger on why though. It was stiff yet seemed effortless. A rather strange combination to him. Before he knew it you had the drink and… were just looking at it, flipping it around. You had taken off the cap but seemed lost as to what to do next. “There’s a plunger in the cap, you take that out and place it on top where the cap was.” You followed his instructions without question. “Then you push it down, releasing the marble and there you go.” You seemed surprised, your eyes widening a little as the soda kinda exploded as it usually did when being opened. Then you held it out to him? “I can tell you haven’t drunk anything in the past several hours. Take it.” “Oh, thanks.”

· Your whole demeanor seemed off, somewhat alien. As you got yourself another drink, he couldn’t help but ask- “Are you a foreigner? This soda is rather common in Nippon.” “I suppose one could say that of me.” … Well, that was a strange response. “Seems like we’ve both had a long day. I saw an arcade nearby. Want to just relax and hangout there for a while?” You looked to him in what he assumed was surprise, you didn’t seem very expressive, but he could still see these small shifts in your eyes. For a moment, when he had asked, they seemed to sparkle. “Certainly, lead the way.”

· The pair of you had a rather fun outing to the arcade. So much of… well everything you seemed unaccustomed too. “What’s this?” “The prize corner? We can win tickets to trade for stuff here.” “Huh… so a transfer of currency, to test skill, to gain a new currency…” Even rather basic things. “How did you do that?” “Do what?” “Make that bubble from your mouth?” “I just blew a bubble with the bubblegum.” “There exists food to blow into bubbles?” Hajime wondered if you grew up extremely sheltered. If that was the case, you were probably from an extremely rich family considering you’d have to pour so much money to get into the reserve course. He felt rather sorry for you. “Have you been to the movies before?” “Never.” “We could go watch some if you’d like, get some more candy and some popcorn.” “I know not if I’d like it, never having experienced it before, but I am curious.” “Let’s go then!”

· For the next several days Hajime would find you around campus and you’d just go out and have fun in the town. Strangely though, he never saw you at the dorms. He did most often find you exercising so he assumed you just woke up very early.

· You sat beside him on a bench, passing an orange ramune his way. “So Y/N, feeling ready for class to start tomorrow?” “Yes, I’ve made all necessary preparations and more.” “Still doesn’t feel real that I’m even here, I think it will be a few days till this sinks in.” “… Hinata.” “Yes?” “When class stars… Well, before I ask how schools work, I find a matter more pressing. Will we still spend time together when class starts, like going to the mall, or the park together?” “Of course, we’re friends. Sure, we might get busy with schoolwork sometimes, but we can make time. If you’d like we could study together.” You were silent for a moment, mulling over his words as you took a sip of your soda. “friend…” It was strange to hear that new tone. There was no power or commend to it, it was but a faint unconscious whisper to yourself. “I wonder if we’ll have separate curriculums since we’ll be in different classes.” You knew you’d be in different classes. Maybe you were taking advanced courses or something. That was what Hajime had assumed at least. “Maybe, but we still have break and lunch to chat, we just can’t go out. At least we have holidays.” “Yes, we do have break and lunch. Then you’d be alright if I schedule to spend my breaks with you?” “I don’t mind.”

· “… Thank you Hin-… Friend. I give you my thanks, Friend. For being my friend… I’ve never had one before. There are so many things I know not, but I intend for you to know I’ll do my utmost to keep improving. You’ve… changed my view on things in such a short amount of time. I find it remarkable.” The new spring breeze rolled past, carrying along the fresh scent of flowers. The sun beamed down, warming the cool world. “Ah, I haven’t done much, but I’m glad knowing our time together means so much to you.” “It’s strange… getting the chance to live as a teenager. Never before have I had the opportunity to be anything over than a military general.” Wait… military general? “For as long as I can recall, I’ve been molded to be a weapon and nothing more. I was the top candidate in the project, which allowed me access, well more so forcibly having me join the army. I believed myself to be unfeeling, emotionless for a time. After all, the soldiers could react with horror and fear at taking life, even celebrating when a battle was won, but I didn’t, to me, it just seemed to be more training. I only ever perceived humans as more targets. That was all my existence was, fighting. But as I was trained to be smart, tactical, I had noticed their reactions. I could not relate to them, but I could sympathize with them. I thought I knew not emotional pain, only physical, but somewhere in my mind I made the connection of physical, mental, and emotional pain as all one in the same. I could not understand them directly, but at the time I knew pain was bad, and so that was what started me beginning to see humans as people, more than bags of flesh. I listened to their stories of their friends, family, and loved ones. I did not understand directly, but I knew then I wanted to protect them, just as they wanted to protect their families, and so I began to think of them as my friends. The project runners soon caught on to my realizing I was human too, and began to torture me to make me believe humans were nothing but bad… bad, good, black, white, they had such an archaic, rudimentary view of life, it’s pitiful. As I realized the humans I worked with were people, I realized those we were fighting were exactly the same. We’re all human, all people, people with causes and more importantly others to fight for… Even if I was but an outsider looking in, not truly able to understand, I knew with all that was thrust onto me I was going to change the system. Be a humanitarian. Save all I could. I would mold my soldiers not in my image, but make them strong enough so they can protect others and themselves even without my leadership, to draw out their true strength from being human… but now…” You looked to the ramune bottle you held. “Before I saw humanity, but now I’ve experienced it, even if but a fraction.” You turned to him, cupping your hand on his cheek, the smallest, softest, kindest of smiles pulling at the corners of your lips. “Simply doing things others do everyday I find so exciting, but something I found with my soldiers, hearing their stories of their loved ones, connecting with them, and now, connecting with you, connecting with other human beings… I think this is the best part of being alive. You’ve shown me the world from a new perspective. I can now finally understand. I had some semblance of it before, but… I was still fighting, not… whatever not fighting is, what you’ve shown me, playing at an arcade and watching movies. THIS is what they were all so desperate to protect. I just wanted them to live, but I didn’t know what being alive was. And so… I suppose I fear us not getting to have our outings as often. This, being friends with you… It’s the most… My vocabulary has failed me, I can’t even begin to describe this, but, I will do whatever it takes for you to not just see, but understand how much I appreciate and treasure all that you have done for me… You are my very first friend after all. I want to treat you right. And I will.”

· “Wait… so, you’re the Super High School Level Military General?” “That is a title I have been christened recently, but it is not all I am. After all, I’ve more recently gained the title as your friend.” This… was a lot for Hajime to take it. Now he felt a bit weird about telling you so much about his adoration for Hope’s Peak and it’s students, who you were one of, how he wished he could belong there and not just paid to be on the side lines. Yet… despite you being one of those students… he was just talking to his friend… remembering that made this feel less awkward, though a little embarrassing still.

· It was strange having the stares of his classmates as they just watched him eating with you, to the point you’d often walk around till you found a quieter place to just enjoy your time together in peace.

· You’d still hangout outside of school, it was both of your favorite time together. You could just be together and be happy without this strange divide that others forced between you two.

ENDING 1:

· When Hajime befriended Chiaki and her class, he dragged you along, helping you to connect with the others. You both became honorary members of the class.

· These connections were things you were never going to allow to fade, making sure to regularly keep in contact with everyone even after graduating.

· With the world having relative peace you retired, working as a personal trainer. You’d come out of retirement temporarily if a new war sprung up, but you always ended it quickly with as little life lost as possible… “Ah, Y/N, you’re back!” “I said I’d be, didn’t I?” Your face instantly flushed a bright red upon Hajime hugging you so tightly. “You took much longer than usual, I thought something had happened.” “A-ah… I…” ... happily returning to your husband and your peaceful life together. This was all both you and Hajime wanted, and you were happy just to be together.

ENDING 2:

· Even still, no matter how much you tried, you just seemed to be naturally pulled to separate worlds, the staff always causing trouble for Hajime when he’d go to see you, only for you to end up defending him. Moments like these…

· His mind was a blur, he couldn’t hold onto a single thought, and so he went out for a walk, hoping the fresh air could clear his mind.

· “Friend.” “Oh, Y/N-” He turned around, finding you were but a few paces behind him. “- you startled me.” You were stoic, standing there stiffly, the only movement was the wind lifting up pieces of your uniform. “You want to talk about something?” “Indeed. The Kamukura project… What’s with that expression, surely one such as I would know of an experiment such as this.” “Y-yeah, I guess so.” “I but wish you to place my mind at ease, after all… I’ve never trained you, you’re not my soldier, I… know not if you’ll be safe on your own, so… I wish to know if you are informed as to what you’ll be doing from kin, one who has attempted to be molded into a weapon as well.” He looked you up and down, searching for something, though he wasn’t sure what himself. Then he nodded. “By partaking in this project, you may never return to now. They may attempt to make you a weapon, but that will not come to be. Friend, should you follow my path, I still will not take you in as a soldier for you have no need of such. They will say you’re someone entirely new, and that you may be. I know not the consequences of one following my path after being allowed to be human for so long. Likely for a time, you will know nothing but fighting, you may have to relearn what it is to be human, is that a process you are willing to go through? It is one I in fact am still stumbling through.” “… Yeah. I know you say all life has meaning, that everyone matters, but… I want to do more!” “And I shall never stop you from any endeavor for self-improvement. That is not my intention here.” You held out your hand to him. “I but wish that after you follow me, you catch up so we may walk side by side once more.” “Of course. Whatever happens next, I know I’ll be alright, I have my friend with me.” Taking your hand into his own he could feel the warmth that seeped through your glove. “Well then…” With an outstretched arm you presented Hope’s Peak. “Shall we be off?” “Yes.”

· You followed Hajime, but a few paces behind till he stood before those doors off limits to most staff and all students but him. He looked over his shoulder having herd your steady footfalls come to a stop. You both knew you could follow him no longer. This next step he’d have to take on his own, but it was alright, he knew he’d be lost and run after you for a while, but in the end, he’d be someone better, someone who could not only walk beside you, but keep in time and never fall behind. No more chasing after you or leading you around. This time around, you could truly keep in time with one another.

Kirumi Tojo:

· Kirumi had met you through Korekiyo, he introduced the two of you thinking you’d make for good friends given how similar you were. You both lived to serve others, to make them as great of people as they could be. Kirumi admired the lengths you’d go for your soldiers, keeping mental and emotional health in mind, not just physical. All you wished was for your soldiers to be even greater than yourself so that together the whole world could be a safe place. Being your maid was something she had considered, but you were perfectly fine on your own, even being able to work on self-improvement without the assistance of others. Surely being your maid, she’d be able to an extent serve and help many others but given you absolutely couldn’t find someone like her to be of use, she became your friend instead.

· Whenever the pair of you had free time, you’d share stories of the past. On occasion you’d trade advice, but the both of you felt it almost wrong to assist one another. You both loved helping others, but also valued self-improvement above all else which included your own improvement. Both of you were simply so self-reliant any assistance would simply be a hindrance from improving yourself in some way. Even so, your chats together were your favorite. You both understood one another in ways most others simply could not even begin to comprehend.

· You always spent time with one another when you were taking breaks. Taking breaks was vitally important, even for workaholics such as yourselves. You both would change your schedule so they could align. Often, you’d make a day of it, going out and trying something Hajime had shown you recently such as going for a walk through a botanical garden, going to the cinema, or just lazing about on the beach. These were rather awkward but fun excursions, the both of you not exactly sure how to relax in a way similar to others. Often the awkwardness could looked back on with laughter at how silly it’d look to others.

· By chance the pair of you had but a short break for an hour or so you’d most often exercise, something light for you like a thousand push-ups or curl-ups and other such things while Kirumi would speak of her past experiences as a maid. One time it’d be how she saved he client from a literal army, the next being about her setting up a whole wedding due to the caterer just being plain awful at their job. You’d so curiously ask her questions such as what catering was or how to bake a cake so you could gave one to one of our classmate’s for their up coming birthday. Kirumi loved answering your every last question, it was one of the few things she could do to truly help you without getting in the way. She’d eagerly teach you any and all skills you were unfamiliar with, and you rather liked knowing Kirumi was enjoying this so much. You’d think of any possible skill you were lacking and asked her to be your teacher and in exchange you’d teach her battle and fighting tactics even she didn’t know.

· You adored being able to help one another, and you’d search out excuses to do so.

· “So what you’re saying is you’re out of work.” “Indeed.” “Meet me at the front gate, sixteen o’clock.” That was all that needed to be said for the both of you to be there right on time, down to the exact second. Not a word was exchanged as you lead her down the streets through town. Though you enjoyed your chats with one another, you didn’t speak too often. Speaking wasn’t needed to build a connection with one another. Being together was enough most of the time.

· “Hey General.” “There you are Y/N, oh Tojo? So Y/N brought you here too, that’s why they’re late today.” Kirumi found herself in a rather cozy building, many people with various injuries, along with Shuichi as well. Most of them sat at one main table where biscuits and tea sat on a platter. “So this is the General’s other new friend. Come in, come in. Everybody’s welcome to the drop-in center. Come have some tea and share some stories.” “The Generals says you have quite the yarns to tell.” Both you and Shuichi knew what was to come next. “If you so wish. And if the tea is low, I shall make more.” Kirumi immediately made herself at home, serving all the ex-soldiers so attentively. You and Shuichi simply started some training while everyone else ooed and awed at Kirumi and her skills in seemingly everything. It was fun for the pair of you to see the others amazed by the girl both of you were used too, no longer surprised by anything she could do, she could take over the whole galaxy and neither of you would bat an eye, to the both of you she could do anything.

· Due to the both of you being rather stoic neither of you ever really confessed your feelings. After graduating high school you were just together, no matter the distance or time you’d always reunite with one another eventually. Kirumi often worked with soldiers, helping them get back onto their feet after war. You’d do the same when you weren’t fighting. You both were a perfect duo, doing all you could to make life easier for your soldiers and getting them to a place where they no longer needed your help. The pair of you were simply perfect together.

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lilacpotter · 3 years

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Two hearts in one home

Isak watched the TV tediously. His eyes barely fluttering as a scene from an old 90’s played on the screen. His shoulders were tense, and his jaw clicked every now and then because of him grinding his teeth absently. There was an unknown kind of strain to the silence in the flat.

He shifted himself on the couch, his chest hinting at a dull ache as he did so. And he sighed, trying to ease the uncomfortable feeling there which had taken shelter since that morning.

That bright morning when he got the dreadful notification.

He sighed again, longer this time. And jerked suddenly when he heard the front door opening.

It was only Even though. Only him. His flatmate.

His only flatmate.

But hell, he didn’t have to be this gorgeous.

Isak watched Even stumble into the house with messy hair and a strong smell of coffee that followed along after him. Even worked at a coffee shop. As a barista.

“Oh hey, Isak.” Even greeted with that smile that always turned Isak into a soft mush from the inside.

“Hi,” Isak squeaked back, and sat a bit more straighter, bringing his legs closer. He was suddenly more nervous than before.

As he everyday was, whenever he had to talk to Even, or even look at him. At his eyes. Which were the reflection of a perfect spring sky.

How was he always so happy? Always smiling?

Even proceeded to remove his wrist watch and walk past him, giving Isak another smile as he did so.

The next few minutes saw Isak silently observing the sound of shower turn on, the voice of water drizzling. And he sighed. Why did he pine after Even so much?

Because he looks beautiful. Because he treats you so well. Because he is the man of your literal dreams.

Isak groaned silently. He was suddenly thankful for Jonas and his friends not suspecting his crush on Even.

Isak had moved into this flat eight months ago.

Before that, Even and his girlfriend lived here- like an actual couple. Until they then started having fights frequently and his girlfriend moved out.

Isak didn’t know much about her, but he heard that Even and her had broken up a month he after had moved in.

Even and him never talked that much. Their talks always consisted of how their day went, how they were doing. Isak knew Even was in Uni first year, and Even knew Isak was still in school. But they never exchanged anything more than that. Isak hadn’t even known what Even majored in, he got to know it from a very embarrassing amount of time that he spent stalking Even on the net.

Though they had never properly sat and exchanged conversations, there were moments which Isak couldn’t explain himself. Like the time when Even spotted him at a random party making out with a guy, and they both had stared at each other for such a long time with an unknown intensity that Isak’s hookup snapped at him for paying zero attention and left him. Or the time when Even introduced himself as Isak’s boyfriend to the douche at the bar who was trying to forcefully hit on Isak.

Isak couldn’t understand. What made Even do all this?

Isak hid himself in the room the first couple of months he arrived here, because he couldn’t stand all the butterflies that materialized in his tummy every time Even smiled at him. He couldn’t stand how his knees felt like giving out whenever Even and him stumbled into each other in their little flat, or how he blushed bright red whenever Even accidentally touched his hand while handing out the dishes or things. It was unfair.

He used to catch Even sneak glances at him every now and then. Or share his leftover dinner whenever Isak was too tired to make himself something to eat. Or making sure that Isak was always comfortable around the flat. And it made Isak feel like exploding out in happiness. It made him hope there could be something between them. Something more.

But then, he watched as Even started disappearing off at nights, not making it home for several days and returning back home tired. And Isak wondered if he was seeing someone. He often heard a young female voice coming from the inside whenever he walked past Even’s room late at night or in the afternoons during weekends. There would even be little notes left on the kitchen table next day, stuck on the fridge or by the front door with loopy handwriting, addressed to Even. Isak never read them. They weren’t for him.

Even was probably seeing someone. Who wouldn’t want to date someone who looked like that?

And it hurt. A lot. At first.

But then, Isak got used to it gradually. Got used to Even skipping dinner and nights at their home- their flat. His heart kept aching. How was he so foolish? How could he even expect? Even wasn’t into him. Could never be. It was all just fun. Even could never like him that way. Isak ignored the sneaky glances or shy smiles that were directed at him from then on. Whatever. Even didn’t mean them that way.

“Isak, you didn’t have dinner?” Even’s concerned voice broke Isak out of his reverie. And he looked around to find Even standing by the kitchen door, a hand at his hip.

“Uh, no. No, I didn’t.” Isak stammered, flushing.

Even pulled his eyebrows together before walking in towards where Isak was sitting. He placed his hands on the cushion’s top and leaned in. They were so close.

“Why didn’t you?” Even asked, looking worried. “Are you feeling alright?” He made a move to touch Isak’s forehead but Isak moved back quickly away from him.

Even’s face dropped at that, and he took his hand back with a ‘sorry,’ and god, Isak was such an ass, wasn’t he?

“Uhm, yeah. I’m alright.” Isak said quickly. “Just nervous I guess.”

Even frowned. “Nervous?”

“Uhm, yeah. I am getting my final’s results tomorrow morning.” Isak shrugged, looking down when he realized he had been lost in Even’s eyes again.

Even looked thoughtful for a moment. “I see.” Then, “Would you like to eat something now though?”

Isak could explode at their proximity. Even’s face was so close to him, they could kiss.

“Yes,” Isak replied, dizzy, then watched Even’s lips quirk into a smile as he moved away from him, breaking whatever spell was on till now.

“I’m going to make dinner for us both. And you are not stopping me this time.” He beamed before disappearing off into the kitchen, leaving Isak dumbstruck.

Twenty minutes later, Even reappeared with two plates of delicious looking chicken and waffles. Damn.

“Here,” Even handed him over the plate and sat beside him. Beside Isak.

“For me?” Isak asked, impressed at the food and its smell. He sniffed the air around like a mouse, making Even chuckle in amusement.

“Of course. Dig in.” Even beamed, taking a bite of his own.

The food smelled delicious, so delicious that Isak’s mouth watered embarrassingly for every bite he took and he almost moaned out loud at the taste. Holy shit.

The first couple of minutes were filled with pure awkwardness. Both of them remained silent, occasionally glancing at each other and then looking away with a small smile. They both sat there like two tensed up statues, and Isak kept biting his lip every now and then, internally making up a whole imaginary conversation with Even.

What was he supposed to say. The food is great? Fuck no, that wouldn’t be enough. I love your food?

Nah. That sounds stupid. Isak would never say that.

How are you? But it was all they ever asked each other.

But then, Even spoke, rescuing Isak from his internal panic.

“So,” He started, glancing at Isak shyly. Why did he look shy? “Finals, then?”

Oh.

Isak had almost forgotten about that.

Almost.

“Yes,” he said, biting his lip nervously. He watched Even follow the moment out of the corner of his eye. “The results are tomorrow. I think I did alright.”

Even hummed to himself, nodding. And Isak waited for him to ask what he was studying. Everyone’s next question was always that. What do you study? And when Isak replied with Biophysics, their reaction was always the same. Wide eyes, and impressed faces. Sometimes Isak wondered if all those people who kept hitting him up every now and then only talked to him because he was a smart ass. No, what the fuck, Isak. Who calls themselves a smartass?

Isak was used to those questions, so that’s why, when Even’s next words were, “I used to see you around the campus, you know. Last year.” his eyes practically bulged out of their sockets.

“Uh what?” He said, dumbfounded.

Even laughed at his reaction, melting Isak from the inside. “Yes, I was a third year at your school last year. I transferred schools because uh, of some stuff.” He shrugged. “And redid my third year media studies at your school.” He looked to Isak with a smile.

What the fuck.

“The fuck?” Isak spluttered. “How did I not notice you?” With a face like that.

Even laughed again, fondly as if Isak was being precious. His eyes crinkled. “Well, you were always pretty nose-deep into your science books. Of course you couldn’t see me.” He said. “You were a nerd then.” He added. “You still are, always holed up in your room.”

Isak couldn’t believe this. “I’m not a nerd!” He protested instead, feeling outraged and smiling at the same time.

“Yes, you are. What’s wrong in being a nerd?” Even challenged him with an eyebrow raise. He looked ridiculous. The hell was happening?

“Everything!” Isak said. “Nerds are not cool. I am the coolest. I can’t be a nerd.”

Even shook his head, grinning. “Yeah, sure.”

“What? You don’t believe me?” Isak asked. “I am the master of being cool. Ask my friends.”

“Okay, Mr. Cool,” Even laughed, clutching his stomach, and Isak flipped him off with an affronted grin.

“Fuck off.”

“sorry” another laugh. Holy fuck.

Isak couldn’t believe this.

“You have something on your mouth.” Even pointed out with his finger.

They both were practically touching each others’ sides by now. A while had passed, and Isak was feeling very relaxed by now. Like a cat relaxing on a soft cushion. He could purr out loud.

Maybe it was Even’s aura that calmed him down, or maybe it was because they had been talking a lot, bantering. Whatever it was, Isak was feeling oddly comfortable. He wished he could always attach himself to Even wherever he went, like the child of a hydra, or a like viscum album, the parasite.

Isak turned his face up to Even, not that he hadn’t been staring at him till now from the corner of his eye, but Isak had a reason to actually look at Even’s face now, without it being creepy.

“Oh,” he whispered, and rubbed the back of his palm across his mouth to wipe whatever it was. “Has it gone?”

Even was still looking at him, at his lips. “Uh, no. Wait.” He leaned in forward and brought his thumb to Isak’s lips. Isak held his breath. Oh. Even wiped the corner of Isak’s lip gently, and while he did so, their eyes met again, and there was an unknown feeling to Even’s blue eyes. They almost looked longing, a bit sad maybe. Before Isak could properly decipher what it meant and catch his breath, Even pulled his thumb away.

“It was sauce.” He said, wiping it on a tissue.

Isak licked his lips. “Oh, thanks,” he said, shy all of a sudden.

For some reason, Even’s face looked red, flushed. Why?

“You have nice lips.” He said, glancing at Isak’s lips once more.

Wha- Isak choked on his food, and his throat burned. Even shifted closer immediately to pat him on the back.

“Shit, are you okay? Do you need water?”

Isak shook his head at his worried tone. “N-no. I’m okay. Just.” You can’t just blurt out things to me like that.

Isak calmed down few minutes later, and Even was still watching him. A guilty look on his face.

You have nice lips.

Isak kept repeating it in his mind like a mantra, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. You have nice lips. Even had just said that to him. Isak blushed.

You have nice lips too.

“So, is the food okay?”Even asked a few minutes later, and not until a few seconds after did Isak realize he had been staring at Even till now.

Fuck. He looked down to his plate, blushing again. “Uh, yeah. It’s awesome.”

Even smiled. “Yeah?”

Isak gave a nod to him before taking another bite. “Not better than what I make for myself everyday though.” He shrugged.

“Oi,” Even widened his eyes dramatically. “Liar.”

Isak scoffed. “Liar? Me? What are you talking about?”

“You are comparing this to a buttered toast?”

“Fuck you. It tastes alright. Besides, I can make so much more.” Isak argued back playfully.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Even shifted bit closer, his hand falling beside Isak’s.

“Why should I tell you?” Isak muttered, flustered.

“See? You can’t even lie to make up yourself. Not cool, Isak.” Even shook his head as if he was disappointed.

Isak wanted to scream. “Fuck off.”

“Just accept I make better food.” Even said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Never.” Isak bit back. But he was grinning too.

“We should have a challenge someday then,” Even suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes, we should.”

“You will lose. Really badly.” Even warned him, and Isak felt Even’s hand shift a little beside his’. Their pinkies were touching each other.

“I will show you by winning then,” Isak shrugged. And he moved his hand a little too, tentatively, trying to gauge Even’s reaction when he laced their little fingers.

Even’s face showed none, and even if he did notice it, he was very good at keeping a straight face.

“Isak, you are living a lie if you think you will win.” Even teased him, shifting a bit more closer. Isak’s pulse raced.

“Okay, then. Let’s see during the day of challenge.” Isak raised his chin slightly, not too much as to convey something else to Even. Just enough to show that he was being smug, not asking for a kiss.

Even gave him a brief shrug. “Alright then. Prepare to lose. I’ll fix the date soon.” He said with a grin.

Isak nodded back.

Somehow, the thought of Even seeing that mysterious someone felt foreign to him now. Maybe it was just something Isak had made up in his head. Maybe she wasn’t his girlfriend. Maybe.. maybe she was his ex? There were so many possibilities, and Isak felt at peace for once. He couldn’t really tell the reason why, but his heart felt full.

And if both their fingers were laced tightly an hour later, their linked hands resting on the tiny space between them, then no one needed to talk about it, or even acknowledge it for that matter.

They could just carry on their conversation without making a big deal of it.

“How did you know I didn’t have dinner?” Isak suddenly asked out of blue.

Isak had no idea how or when this happened, but somehow him and Even both were almost on top of each other now, the plates were empty and Isak had his head on Even’s shoulder. On his shoulder. The taller boy meanwhile had his arm around Isak’s back casually. They both were almost snuggling on the couch lazily.

It had been what? Three hours? Four hours? Isak had no idea, all he could see and hear was Even, Even, Even. He was drunk on Even’s voice and gazes.

They talked about Isak’s classes, teachers, friends, and the silly jokes. About Even’s projects at Uni, cooking and parents. They mulled about their interests, passions, theories.

Isak told him about the parallel universes and the conversation turned dark until Even broke the tension off by promising to make a movie on them both with a stupid title.

They wrestled when Even kept teasing Isak about his sneaking off to his room with a blush on his cheeks everyday as soon as Even entered home every evening. Home. Not flat.

They laughed together when Even shared that he secretly liked gabrielle’s music and danced to it every chance he got.

They had talked so much that Isak barely recognized himself before this evening. Why did he avoid Even till now? With every banter they had, Isak felt himself only falling deeper for this boy. For this ridiculous, handsome, dorky boy.

Even looked into his eyes with a smile, tilting his face, and Isak could feel Even’s breath hitting his cheek lightly.

“Because the groceries you bought for yourself yesterday remained intact.” He replied.

“You checked my shelf?” Isak frowned.

“No, you kept them in the fridge, remember?” Even pointed out.

And oh, yes Isak remembered. How did Even know about where he kept his groceries? Did he always observe him? Fuck.

Isak blushed.

“I might have snooped in a bit through the dishes too.” Even continued. “I apologize for this uh, but I have this habit of checking up every night if you had dinner or not.” He added timidly.

You make sure I have dinner every night?

Fucking hell.

Isak wished he could kiss him right then and there. He was the man of his dreams, life, everything.

“I wish I could kiss you.” He blurted out to Even all of a sudden.

Silence. A painful pause.

One, two, three..

The seconds ticked by and both of them stared at each other as silent as a rock. Isak’s mouth was shut with shock.

The horror dawned upon him. He had just said that. Fuck.

What the fuck, Isak. Just what the hell!

“No, uh, no, I didn’t mean that! I wasn’-” Isak lifted his head off Even’s shoulder abruptly, his face a bright red as he stumbled on his own words. “Sorry, shit, fuck. I didn’t mean-”

“-You didn’t mean to say that?” Even cut him off with a look that couldn’t be deciphered by Isak.

“What?” Isak said, dumbfounded.

“You didn’t mean to say those words to me?” Even said again, his face was somehow much, much closer than before, and it was getting very hard for Isak to breathe.

“uh, no, no? No!” Isak shook his head intensely. “Of course not. I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry! I’m just stupid. I never meant to- Fucking hell!”

He paused his garbling for a second and just looked. He gasped when he realized Even was this close to him. So close. Isak couldn’t help but glance at his lips every now and then.

When he noticed Even doing the same while licking his lips, he felt butterflies in his tummy. What.

Were they.. Were they going to kiss now?!

Isak shivered from his head to toe embarrassingly.

No, this couldn’t be happening. Even wasn’t into him. What the hell. Was Isak having hallucinations?

Even’s eyes darted from Isak’s eyes to his lips, and was that a blush on his cheeks?

They both were breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on each others’ foreheads. And Even leaned in much further into his space.

Shit. Isak gulped. They were going to kiss. Even was going kiss him. Gosh.

Even leaned into him, closer.

How? Why? What was happening? All these questions flew out of Isak’s mind the moment he could lightly touch Even’s chapped lips.

They were about to kiss, and Isak was just about to taste the sweet skin of Even’s lips when the taller boys’ phone rang. Loud and breaking the dead silence like a glass shattering to pieces when falling to the floor.

They broke apart suddenly with a gasp, and Isak could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He and Even stared at each other for a beat too long before the taller boy turned away to find his phone.

“Marie?” Even said, blinking excessively and Isak watched him from his place. His face was hot, and he knew he must have turned red. Fucking hell.

They were about to kiss. Kiss.

“Oh, shit.” Even muttered, checking the time on his watch. Isak did too. It was past eleven thirty.

Who was Marie?

In the dead of silence, Isak could hear the light voice of the female speaking on the other line. And it sounded similar though Isak couldn’t understand the words.

Isak’s pulse was still racing, and he wanted to disappear.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Even suddenly said, glancing at Isak with what seemed guilt on his face. He got up from the couch and paced around in worry.

Isak watched him with a frown. What was happening.

“But it’s so late now, Marie. Can’t we do this tomorrow?”

Pause. Do what tomorrow?

“Are you kidding? A month? You will be gone for a whole month? Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Pause.

“But you can’t just do that. You know- you know I need you.”

Isak’s frown deepened, but for some reason, his heart ached. Who was this Marie? Why would Even need her?

“You never said you would leave me like this.” Even said, and he sounded tired, sad a little.

Pause.

“I can’t stay this long without you here, Marie..” Even’s voice dropped when he said the last sentence. “No, I can’t! I can’t find someone else. I won’t find someone else as good as you.” Even argued.

And it made Isak even more suspicious and worried. His pulse was racing for a different reason now.

Even gave a small, fond chuckle then.

Was she..

Isak’s heart started breaking.

“Fuck. Okay, I’m coming. Yeah. Bye. Love, ya.” Even hung the call up the same moment Isak realized who that voice belonged to. It was the same one that he used to hear often from Even’s room often. Same one who left notes for Even early morning.

The same one who Isak never got to see.

The very same one.

Marie was her name.

And she was Even’s….

“I’m sorry, Isak. I have to go.” Even said, looking torn and guilty as if he was regretting. Regretting what? Regretting trying to kiss Isak? Or regretting that he had tried to make a move on Isak while already seeing someone else?

“I just, uh, it’s kinda important?” Even said, already putting on his watch and shoes. “I have to go. I’ll uh, return back in-” the morning?

“-It’s okay, Even.” Isak cut him off sharply. Even looked up at him in surprise at his tone. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anything. It’s your life. You don’t have to apologize or explain.” Isak shrugged, all the while his heart shattered inside him.

Even was good at breaking hearts. And Isak was good at getting his hopes up.

“I understand. Or, not really. Who cares? But, maybe just, could you maybe warn me that you are seeing someone the next time you try doing something like this with me? Because I don’t think have much self-control around you and I don’t really like people who cheat. So, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life regretting for taking bad decisions.” Isak’s voice broke at the end, and he knew he was going to break down any moment.

Even watched him dumbly, as if he couldn’t understand a thing Isak was saying.

“Just please don’t try to play me again.” Isak said, getting up from the couch, thanking whoever Gods there were for stopping the almost-kiss at the right time before it became a mess.

“Isak, wait-”

Isak turned to Even once more when he reached the room of his door. “-No, Even. It’s okay. If I could, I would have just moved out of this house right now. But I don’t have anywhere else to go. So guess I’ll have to stay here.” He cut Even off. “Goodnight. You are getting late to your girlfriend’s house.”

And with that, Isak left Even standing blankly in the living room. The moment he shut the door of his room, Isak broke down. He was a mess.

His heart was a mess. His life felt like a lie. So unfair.

Isak spent the rest of the night sniffling, and breaking down every once a while. Fuck Even. Fuck his charms and games. Just fuck everything.

The next morning, Isak woke up to a slight headache and a dozen of delicious smells coming from the kitchen. He got up, squinting at the bright sunlight.

The curiosity drove him to the source immediately.

There wasn’t anyone, but the table had a plate filled with some really amazing looking fried eggs, bacon, toast, veggies and a drink on the side. There was a folded note beside it, and Isak immediately recoiled, thinking of last night. His eyes were puffed up, and he was sporting a snotty nose.

Fuck no. He couldn’t deal with this anymore.

He was over that shit.

Fucking Marie or whoever must have returned back to here with Even. They both probably must have spent the whole night in Even’s room. Good for them.

Had Even planned to break him apart like this from the beginning? Had they both planned together? Did he like watching Isak get hurt and cry? Was Even a monster beneath all those bright, happy and kind layers of him?

Isak shook himself out of those painful thoughts and decided to just dig through his shelf and make food for himself.

He was about to walk away when he noticed the handwriting, it wasn’t loopy like it always was. It was different, and then Isak noticed his name at the top.

To, Isak

To him?

Isak frowned as he took the note out and opened it, it was big.

Isak, I’m sorry. I’m sorry last night had to go the way it went. But I think it was better we didn’t kiss, or take it any further.It could have been a bigger mess by now. I should have asked you first. I know, I’m a douche. But I was barely thinking.

I can’t ever think clearly when you are around me. It sounds cheesy, straight out of a movie, but it’s true. I have wanted you since the first I saw you at the campus. You were like this reincarnation of the sun.

But I had Sonja then, and I couldn’t think of you that way. It would be unfair to you and her. But you turning up a year later at my flat… coincidence? I didn’t think so.

It was a nightmare to live so close to you yet feel so far away. It hurt whenever I found you hooking up with someone else at parties. It hurt. Because I want you, Isak.

And I am not seeing anybody. Never saw anybody else since you moved into my flat and all I could see was you. I am bipolar. And Marie is my therapist, she’s one of my blood relatives too! And she’s happily married to her husband of five years. Isn’t that cute?

She turns up at my flat every now and then to check up on me, and makes sure to leave notes as she leaves the flat a while later for me to remember drink enough water the next morning, eat certain food, avoid others. She is travelling abroad with her husband for a month from today, and that’s why I needed to go see her one last time before she got on her flight this morning. I recovered from an episode recently, as you might have guessed from all the times I wasn’t at home. I spent the days at my parents whenever it got too bad. So it always calms me down whenever I go see my therapist. She had actually been suggesting me to go find a new therapist, but it isn’t really possible, or helpful, because she knows me so well, and I don’t think someone else might be able to help me out while she’s not here. No therapist knows me as good as her.

Okay lol. I ranted a lot there.

But, yeah. Marie isn’t my girlfriend. The thought of it scarred me for life.

So yes, there, I told you my secret. I couldn’t muster up the guts to tell you face-to-face and so I wrote this note. You can call it a cheesy letter if you want though ;D

Isak, I’m sorry. Once again. I like you a lot. I think I am in love with you. Fuck, I’m sorry if this is all scaring you. It’s more than okay if you don’t like me back. It’s okay. I’m used to people leaving me.

I just wanted to clarify things with you. And if you are feeling uncomfortable in any way, I’ll try searching up a safe flat share where you can live, away from me. Without anymore of my bullshit.

Lots of Love,

Even.

P.S : The food is for you. I know you can’t make tasty food for shit.

Isak felt numb for several minutes as soon as he completed reading the letter.

Then came the feelings: regret, guilt, sadness, anger at himself. How stupid was he?

Why did he never take his time to ask Even about where he was heading to? Fuck.

Isak dropped onto his chair and held his head. He hated himself.

Even. Even was never even seeing anybody, he.. he was after Isak all this time. Isak couldn’t believe it. Just couldn’t.

But it was true. Even had said so himself. It felt like a dream come true. It was a dream come true.

Isak grabbed the letter again and re-read it. Again and again until every word Even had written had registered in his mind.

Even was bipolar. Marie is his therapist. And he thought he might be in love with Isak?

Isak couldn’t believe it. I might be in love with you too.

So the almost-kiss wasn’t a hallucination, and all the strange gazes from Even in the past and yesterday were.. because of this. Because he liked Isak. He wanted Isak.

Isak finished his breakfast, slowly enjoying every bite just as his broken heart felt like blooming again. Everything seemed to be mending back slowly, and Isak could barely feel the hurt from previous night.

But he did feel the guilt, for not talking to Even and instead making his own assumptions in his head.

He grabbed Even’s letter and read it once more (with a blush this time) before stuffing it into his pocket. He had been so foolish, god. He felt bad wondering how nervous Even might have been while writing this letter.

An hour later, after regretting his words from the previous night a thousand times and hating himself for it, and exploding over the fact that Even had just confessed to him in a letter, Isak got up from his chair to walk back into his room, and that’s when the front door opened and in walked Even.

His heart did a happy flip in his chest at Even’s beam.

“Halla,”

They both stood awkwardly by the kitchen door, glancing at each other shyly. Even’s eyes darted from the kitchen table to Isak’s pocket where a yellow strip of his letter was visible outside.

Isak watched Even’s cheeks bloom a lovely pink. “You, uh, you read the le-”

“-Yes, I did, Even.” Isak interrupted him.

“Oh,”

Another awkward pause.

“Um, so I was thinking,” Even started then, slowly, as if he was choosing his words carefully. “Why don’t we spend some time at the garden, this evening?” he looked up at Isak nervously. “I mean, for fun. We could get to know each other more. It doesn--”

“Like a date?” Isak smiled.

Even’s eyes widened. But he nodded nevertheless, slowly. “Yes, like a date.” Pause. “Would you, uh, like that? I mean, uh, you don’t have to. I was just, fuck. It’s okay if you don’t want that. You might not want to date me because of my bipolar. It’s ok-”

“-Even!” Isak cut him off again with grin. His boy was an adorable dork “Yes, I would like that.”

Even watched him as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. “huh” He said.

“I said I would like that.” Isak said, sounding more firm. “I want to date you. Your bipolar doesn’t change anything.”

Even’s eyes widened in shock and surprise. “Yeah?” Isak couldn’t mistake the smile in his voice.

“Yes,” He nodded. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.”

None of them had any idea who made a move first, but soon, they were kissing. Gentle and full kisses turned to long and passionate. Their hands roamed each others’ bodies in shy curiosity, loving exploration.

And soon their whole morning was spent in Isak’s bed, rolling around and discovering the others’ pleasures and secrets.

And if both of them forgot about their date at the garden that evening, and instead spent the whole day cooking, teasing, bantering, being a sappy domestic couple, and celebrating the results of Isak’s finals, then no one needed to know.

#skam #skam drabble #evak drabble #isak x even #this was supposed to be 1k words but not it's almost at 6k #so yeah #long one #evak #my drabbles

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hii! could you do #34 "please don't do this" from the angst/fluff list for ironhusbands? 💖

Whoops, this was supposed to be short but then I wrote 3000 words. WARNING - THERE’S SOME SMUT AT THE END.

Also, you can read it on ao3! Double also, feel free to send me a prompt if you want.

“Please don’t do this.” Rhodey said through gritted teeth as Tony inched closer and closer to him.

“Do what?” He asked nonchalantly as their shoulders touched.

Rhodey took a deep breath and took a step away from Tony while scanning the crowded Officer’s Mess, hoping that no one saw that. “Touch me.”

“I thought you liked it when I touched you.” Tony said, cocking his head and flashing a smile.

Rhodey could feel his blood pressure rise as he locked eyes with Tony.

He hated this.

He hadn’t seen Tony in 13 months, 12 days, and 41 minutes...not that he was counting. Tony had begged him on multiple occasions to take some time off and come meet him somewhere, even just for a night, but Rhodey hadn’t wanted to risk it. Tony was famous. Someone would have noticed that he was in Frankfurt, someone would have noticed that Rhodey was off-base, someone would have snapped a photo of them buying lube. It was too risky, way too risky.

But this? This was way worse.

Yes, Stark Industries was the main manufacturer of planes for the US Air Force. And yes, there was a brand new cargo plane making its’ debut tomorrow. So in theory, Tony being at Ramstein made perfect sense. Plus, everyone knew that they were friends. But no one, other than maybe Pepper, knew the rest. If anyone found out that he was gay, his entire military career would be over.

“Fine, no touching. Can we at least eat lunch together? I promise I wont fellate you in between bites of powdered mashed potatoes.” Tony teased under his breath.

Of course he wanted to touch him, wanted to hold him, wanted to kiss him. But he also just wanted to talk to him. They were always careful while communicating, knowing that Rhodey’s email and phone conversations weren’t necessarily private. They never said I love you, but they’d found other ways to say and show that over the years. Tony always sent really elaborate and thoughtful care packages whenever Rhodey was overseas, and Rhodey always sent Tony weird souvenirs and postcards whenever he could. Rhodey always closed his letters by reminding Tony to water his plants, and Tony always ended his saying that he hadn’t forgotten. Rhodey didn’t even have any plants, but that was their little way of saying I love you with no one noticing.

“I have a meeting.” Rhodey lied, worried that spending too much time together would raise suspicion. “Just...just come over tonight, ok? After 7.”

Tony looked annoyed, but nodded. It was the same expression he had every time Rhodey signed up for another 4 years, or whenever he told him that he was being transferred or deployed again. They both hated this, but they loved each other and Rhodey loved his job. And Tony never once asked him to stop, so all they could do was hope that one day they’d get rid of that stupid law.

“Fine. See you tonight, Captain.” Tony said as he walked away, heading toward the group of SI employees at the opposite end of the room.

Rhodey’s heart was racing again as the clock struck 7, and a million different scenarios started running through his head. What if Tony had done something stupid like buy condoms at the PX? What if someone saw him coming up here? Even worse, what if someone noticed him leaving in the morning? They were friends though, best friends. Everyone knew that they were friends and knew that they’d been roommates for several years at MIT. There was nothing wrong with him coming over and spending the night, right? He’d just tell everyone that they had a few beers and then Tony passed out on the couch. It’d be fine, right?

Suddenly, a knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. He jumped right up and smoothed his pants out, not wanting to look like a complete mess, and then quickly crossed to the front door of his apartment, which he pulled open to reveal Tony. In one hand he was holding a pizza, and in the other a 12-pack of beer and a shopping bag.

Rhodey smiled at him as he stepped aside and let him in. He stuck his head out in the hallway to see if anyone was around, and once he was confident that the coast was clear he closed the door. Before he knew what was happening, Tony grabbed him, slammed him against the door, and started kissing him. Rhodey gave in immediately, running his hands up Tony’s back and tangling them in his hair.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, they just stood there for a moment with their foreheads resting against each other.

“Hi.” Tony panted out as his arms settled around Rhodey’s waist.

“Hi. Missed you.” Rhodey said before giving him another peck on the lips.

“Yeah, I’ve missed you too. This has been a long one.”

“Just a few more months ‘til I’m back at Edwards, I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Tony said as he pulled away and walked over to the counter where he’d dropped everything.

Rhodey came up behind and wrapped his arms around him, just so happy to be able to hold him again. “Well, we’ve got tonight, ok? I can promise you that.” He said in between pressing soft kisses to Tony’s neck.

Tony turned around and smiled at him, knowing that it would have to do for now. “And it’s going to be a good night indeed, Captain Rhodes.”

“You really like saying that, huh?”

“It’s hot.”

“Mmhmm.” Rhodey chuckled as he nuzzled against him. It’d only been a few weeks since his promotion.

“Oh Captain, my Captain, our night is just beginning, and I promise you it’ll be a wild one.”

“Not too wild, these walls are very thin.”

“Not to worry.” Tony said as he slipped out of his grip and grabbed the plastic bag. “Fear not, for I have rented several movies with lots of explosions that’ll certainly drown out all of your incomprehensible babbling while my tongue is buried deep in your ass in about 15 minutes.”

Rhodey could feel his cheeks getting hot as he looked down at the floor, always getting a bit flustered when Tony said stuff like that to him. “Did anyone see you at the video store? Does anyone know you’re here?”

Tony sighed as he played around with the VCR, which answered Rhodey’s question for him.

“Christ, Tony, who?” Rhodey asked, suddenly feeling anxious again.

“Calm down, ok? Look...Colonel Moore and Major Kirkland wanted to take me out to dinner, but I told them that I was coming over here to get you drunk and maybe beat your ass in Mario Kart a few times.”

“Moore and Kirkland? Tony, I work with them every day you can’t just go around telling everyone - “ Before Rhodey could finish his rant, Tony shut him up with another kiss.

“It’s fine. I promise you it’s fine. No one cares that I’m here, no one is suspicious, ok?” He said softly in between kisses. “I got pizza and shitty beer and even shittier action movies and as far as anyone knows we’re over here like a couple of perfectly normal straight dudes talking about tits and cheering when things explode, ok?”

Rhodey took a deep breath and nodded. That was certainly easy for Tony to say - it wasn’t his career and everything he’d worked for on the line - but he trusted him. “Well hey, I bet you’ll be cheering later when I explode in your ass, so I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

Tony laughed and shook his head while playfully shoving Rhodey towards the bedroom. “That’s the spirit. Now go on, I want you completely naked by the time I’m done putting on this movie to appease your neighbors.”

Rhodey just smiled at him and pulled his shirt off as he rushed into his room. By the time he flopped onto his bed he was completely naked, though he hadn’t been wearing much to begin with. Still, it had to be a record.

He propped himself up on his elbows while laying on his back, and a huge smile spread across his face when Tony finally joined him. They took a moment to just look at each other, and even though the sound of rapid gun fire from whatever movie Tony had put on kept it from being super romantic, much like everything else, it’d do for now.

Tony’s hair was a bit longer than the last time he’d seen him, and it seemed like the goatee was here to stay. He hadn’t been sure about the facial hair at first, missing the baby-faced boy he’d fallen in love with back at school, but it really suited him. “Your hair’s wet, was it raining?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“No, I took a shower. I’m not an animal.” Tony answered while pulling his shirt off and climbing onto the bed and onto Rhodey. He leaned down and kissed him again, though this time it was more soft and more loving.

They spent a while just kissing and letting their hands get reacquainted with each other. Rhodey’s cock was hard now, and pressed up against the annoyingly still-clothed Tony. He wanted more, but he also didn’t want to stop whatever this was. He’d been so starved for attention like this for so long, so he did his best to just enjoy the gentle caresses and the way Tony’s tongue seemed to be exploring every single inch of his mouth, even though he desperately wanted Tony buried inside of him.

Eventually Tony sat up, and Rhodey just smiled as he noticed how red and puffy his lips were from all of the action so far.

“Have you...been with anyone? Since...since last time?” Tony asked quietly while slowly circling around Rhodey’s nipples with his thumbs. They had a sort of open thing, but neither really cashed in on it too much.

“No. Have you?”

“No.”

Rhodey smiled. “I love you, Tony.”

“I love you too. Roll over.” Tony instructed as he shifted to the edge of the bed.

“Yes sir.” Rhodey said as Tony pulled off his pants and boxers, finally releasing his cock.

“Mm, I like when you call me sir.” Tony said as he straddled Rhodey again. “God your ass is amazing. I feel like people don’t tell you that enough, but it really is perfect.”

Rhodey smiled at the compliment, but he was also focused on the gunfire and motorcycles coming from the TV in the next room. For a moment he worried that maybe it was too loud and that the neighbors would complain. That’s all he needed, having to run to the door mid-sex while trying to pull his sweatpants on. He considered stopping to turn it down, but all of the thoughts left his head as he felt Tony spread his ass cheeks apart and slowly run his tongue up his crack.

“Oh fuck.” Rhodey moaned while tightening his grip on the blankets he was clutching. Luckily his bed was against an exterior wall, so he wasn’t worried about being too loud in here. As Tony continued to explore, slowly circling his tongue around the rim and prodding at the hole, Rhodey became painfully aware of how desperate his cock was for attention. It was pinned between his stomach and the bed and he tried to move a bit, but it was impossible with how Tony was holding him down. “Tony please…” He cried out quietly.

“Please what?” Tony asked smugly as he pulled away. He slowly crawled up on top of Rhodey and started grinding his cock against Rhodey’s eager ass. “Come on, what do you want, Sourpatch?”

“I want you.”

“Want me to what?”

“I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me.” Rhodey moaned again before Tony pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Good boy.” He said as he sat up. “Lube?”

“Night stand. Bottom drawer.” Rhodey replied breathlessly, still not quite believing that they were together again.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” He asked as he found all of the supplies.

“No, I trust you.”

“Okay. I trust you too. Ooh, Astroglide! How retro.” Tony almost giggled as he climbed back onto the bed.

Rhodey rolled onto his back and wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking himself slowly as Tony got settled again.

“Hey hey, none of that. I don’t want you cumming before I even get inside of you.” Tony teased as he opened up the bottle and squirted some of the clear liquid in his hand. “You want it like this?”

Rhodey nodded as he let go of his cock. “Yeah. I want to see you.”

Tony just smiled before leaning down to give him a kiss. “Good.”

Rhodey took a deep breath while Tony grabbed a pillow and put it under his back for easier access, and Rhodey just let his legs fall open for him. They locked eyes as Tony’s slick hand found Rhodey’s hole, and stayed that way as Tony worked a finger in and out of him. They kissed more as Tony fingered him slowly, and the sensation of their cocks trapped together between their stomachs was more than enough to make Rhodey start dribbling pre-cum.

“Someone’s excited.” Tony whispered between kisses.

“Just fuck me, please.”

“Aye aye, Captain.” Tony said with a little salute as he sat up and pulled his fingers out of Rhodey’s ass.

Rhodey watched as he grabbed the lube again and slicked himself up, and he braced himself for what was coming next. He sucked in a sharp breath as Tony lined himself up and pushed into his ass slowly, doing his best to relax and take it.

“Fuck!” Rhodey cried out as he arched his back, easily taking Tony’s cock deep inside of him.

“Shh shh.” Tony said as he bottomed out. “Don’t want the Joint Chiefs to hear you. You ok?”

“Yes Tony, this isn’t my first Rodeo. Just shut up and move.”

Tony laughed again as he guided Rhodey legs up to rest on his shoulders. Slowly, he started to move, thrusting in and out of and finding a good rhythm. Rhodey was letting out little gasps with each thrust at first, and as soon as Tony started to pick up the pace he wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking in rhythm with the thrusts. He forced himself to open his eyes, and he smiled at the determined look on Tony’s face as he loomed over the top of him.

“God Tony, I’m so close. Faster.” He moaned again, gripping at the bad with his free hand. This was all happening a bit faster than Rhodey had hoped, but it had been a while and he was certain he’d last longer on the next round.

Tony started snapping his hips faster, losing his composure as he got closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, I’ve missed this.” He managed to say before grabbing Rhodey’s hips and slamming him back down on his cock as they both chased release.

They fell silent for a while, but the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and a huge series of explosions from the living room.

It was Rhodey who came first, spraying his stomach with an explosion of creamy, white liquid as Tony continued to ride him harder and faster. It was becoming too much for Rhodey, overwhelmed by his own own orgasm. “Fuck, come on Tony. Give me everything.” He chanted through gritted teeth, which seemed to be just enough to push him over.

Tony came with an indistinguishable string of syllables, which he quickly muffled as he continued to thrust, filling Rhodey with everything that he had. They were both panting as Tony finished up and let his cock slip out of him, but despite how out of it Rhodey felt, Tony seemed to have a bit more in mind for this first session.

As Tony caught his breath he leaned down and ran his tongue over Rhodey’s toned stomach, lapping up the streams of cum that were splattered all over him. Rhodey just relaxed as Tony cleaned him up, tugging on his shaggy brown hair as he did. When Tony was done he crawled up and gave Rhodey a kiss, allowing him to taste some of the salty substance that remained on his lips.

“Do you want pizza?” Tony asked after a few moments of silence, which just made both of them laugh.

“You’re ridiculous.” Rhodey said as he playfully shoved Tony off of him.

“What? I’m hungry. And we gotta keep up our stamina. We’ve got 12 hours to make up for 12 months.” Tony teased as he sat up and ran his hands through his hair.

“You need a haircut.”

“Yeah well, I wanted to give you something nice and long to grab onto later when we get really dirty.” Tony said as he stood up.

Rhodey just shook his head. “Fine. But I’m taking you to a barber before you leave. Also, it’s not been 12 months.”

“Hm?”

“It’s not been 12 months. It’s been 13 months, 12 days, 7 hours, and 38 minutes.” He said as another explosion rang out in the living room.

“Oh, and I’m the ridiculous one? Come on, pizza.”

“Tony?” Rhodey called out as he started to leave. He wanted to promise him that they wouldn't go 13 months without seeing each other again. He wanted to promise that he’d be back in California soon. He wanted to promise that he wouldn’t re-up again when the time came.

But he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. He shook his head, vowing to do his best to not dwell on any of that right now. They had tonight, and that was what was important.

Tony was just staring at him, confused by the silence. “Yes?”

“Nothing. I’m just - I’m sorry.”

Tony walked back over to the bed and held out his hand. “Don’t be, I knew what I was signing up for, ok? Come on, pizza time. And if you’re lucky I’ll let you fuck me next round.” He said as he pulled him up and led him into the kitchen.

“Tell you what. Mario Kart. Loser has to bottom, all right?” Rhodey suggested with a huge smile on his face.

Tony just smiled. “Fine, but I hope you’re ready for me to ride your ass all night, Captain.” He said as he grabbed the box of pizza and headed for the living room.

Again, none of this was ideal. But right now, in this stupid apartment with thin walls in the middle of Germany, everything was perfect.

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Series Summary:

‘They littered her arms like splashes of watercolor paints, Steve couldn't stop staring, she pulled at the sleeves of her cardigan when she caught him. “I fell.” she muttered, pulling the fabric tight over her fragile body. All Steve wanted to do was pick her up, and put her in a box, like you would a broken bird. He wanted to fix this little bird, but he didn't know how.’

Pairing: Doctor!Steve x Reader, Brock x Reader

Series Warning: This story is going to be quite dark and heavy, and will contain heavy themes of domestic abuse. There will be: Violence and possible Noncon, if you are uncomfortable with any of these themes, please don't read, this book won't be for you.

Part One// Part Two// Part Three// Part Four// Part Five// Part Six// Part Seven// Part Eight// Part Nine// Part Ten// Part Eleven// Part Twelve// Part Thirteen// Part Fourteen// Part Fifteen// Part Sixteen// Part Seventeen//

Part Eighteen: Judgment Day

Chapter Warnings: Strong Language

Word Count: 3k

Y/N’s head rested on the cold porcelain of the bathtub, the water by now had gone cold, and she had just been laying in the chilled tub for over two hours. Steve had been sat outside the door, for just as long. Y/N had locked the door, and refused to let him in, feeling numb, not sure whether it was because of the events that had occurred a few hours ago, or the temperature of the women.

“Sweetheart, please let me in.” Steve begged, “let me in, please let me just hold you.”

The sound of the dripping tap was the only thing that she could hear. Her cheeks were stained, but she couldn’t tell whether it was from the bathtub, or the stream of tears that had leaked down her face.

How could things have gone so wrong; how could this have happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Do the Prosecution have any more witnesses?” Judge Danvers turned to Shuri and Nakia, who’s heads were close together, as they frantically whispered between each other.

“Miss Nakia, Miss Shuri, do you have any more witnesses to bring against the Defence?” Carol asked once again, when the two were yet to respond to her question.

“Er, can we wait a moment?” Shuri tried to compromise.

“How long is a moment?” Zola chided, glaring at the women.

“Mr Zola, I will be the one to ask questions in my court.” Judge Danvers scolded, Zola visibly swallowing.

“We will postpone your witnessing, until Mr Zola has finished with his personal statement.” Judge Danvers decided, “Mr Zola please bring forward your character witness.”

“What are you waiting for?” Y/N whispered, Nakia couldn’t turn to look at her, and Shuri gave her a sad smile.

“We’re waiting for Peter.” Shuri explained.

“Where is he?” Steve leant forward.

“We don’t know.” Shuri shrugged, facing back to the front, as Brock’s character witness came to the stand.

“It’s okay, bubba, he’ll be here.” Steve promised. Y/N was not convinced, but she sat back in Steve’s arms, holding him close to her.

“I present the Defendants character witness, Baron Strucker.” The man took to the stand, and he made Y/N’s stomach sink. Strucker looked menacing, he stood tall on the stand, his face was fixed in a permanent sneer.

Clerk Carter stood from her chair, she seemed intimidated by the man, as she made her way sheepishly towards the stand.

Swearing him in, before hurriedly sitting back at the desk, looking at her own notes.

“Mr Strucker, you are Mr Rumlow’s acquaintance?” Judge Danvers clarified.

“Yes, I have known Mr Rumlow for over ten years.” Strucker confirmed.

“I’ve never seen this guy before in my life.” Y/N whispered, despite their relationship being over a year and half, she had never seen Mr Strucker in their house, or around Brock.

“How would you describe Mr Rumlow’s temper?” Judge Danvers asked.

“My dealing with Mr Rumlow has always been on a professional basis. He had represented me a lot in many different cases, he has always remained professional, and well mannered. I was late with some payments on a few occasions, and Mr Rumlow was always decent and understanding.”

“Mr Rumlow never appeared aggressive towards you?” Danvers pressed.

“No, never, he was successful among my female staff members, they would describe him as charming. If I wasn’t a perfectly straight man, I might even give him a go.” A chatter came around the court, the jury giggling like school children, Brock’s smile was broad, whilst Y/N’s heart pounded, when she saw the positive response from the jury.

“Mr Strucker if you could remain professional.” Judge Danvers berated.

“Sorry, what can I say, he’s pretty to look at.” Strucker complimented, Brock decided to have the guts to blow him a kiss, the laughter from the jury, making the sinking feeling more prominent.

“What is the nature of your business, Mr Strucker?”

“I’m involved in the protection industry.” Strucker spoke confidently, yet vaguely.

“If you could be more specific, Mr Strucker.” Judge Danvers requested, coldly.

“I work in private security, to a private cliental.” Strucker said, slightly less confidently.

“Has Mr Rumlow ever required your services?” Judge Danvers began to sway the conversation.

“Um…on a few occasions.” Strucker replied, sceptically.

“What about on the evening of June 10th this year, when Dr Bruce Banner was attacked in his residence?” Strucker appeared to choke on his own spit, Zola’s face paled.

“I-er, don’t work in the private police sector, I don’t beat people up for money.” Strucker began to stammer, looking to Zola for help, but he could do nothing but flip through his file, hoping to find a way out of this.

“But you did receive a wire transfer of $10,000 from Mr Rumlow, a few days before hand, what was that for?” Judge Danvers leant on her fist, eyeing the now sweating and panicky man on the stand.

“I didn’t-wait I did-but it wasn’t…but…wait.”

“Would you like to step down please, Mr Strucker.” Judge Danvers waved him from the stand, “Miss Shuri, Miss Nakia, has your witnessed arrived yet?”

“Not quite, please a few more moments?” Nakia begged.

“If it helps to buy the Prosecution more time, I have another witness to present?” Zola piped up, smiling broadly.

“Well, if the Prosecution don’t have a witness to provide, then you may bring forward another witness.” Danvers sighed.

Y/N craned her head to see a tall, slimly built, woman, emerged from the crowd, sat behind Brock. She prowled to the stand, looking up through her eye lashes, doing slow and sultry blinks to the jury.

“Members of the jury I would like to present, Miss Tabitha Lima.” Zola’s smile couldn’t have gone any wider, and the wicked smile on Brock’s face was just as prominent, as he eyed Y/N, who was watching the woman, with just as much confusion as she had done with Strucker.

“What is your relation to Mr Rumlow?” Zola leant against the stand, like he was some love-struck Romeo.

“I’m Mr Rumlow’s ex-girlfriend.” Y/N’s head could have exploded, she couldn’t believe what she had just heard, she didn’t have a clue who this woman was.

“How long were you and Mr Rumlow, in a relationship for?” Zola asked.

“Just over three years.” Tabitha responded.

“That’s quite a significant amount of time, did you and Mr Rumlow live together at any point during your relationship?”

“Yes, we moved in after a year of being together, it was his idea, as I was struggling to maintain my house, because I was so busy with my work for UNICEF.” Y/N wanted to roll her eyes, there was no way this woman worked for UNICEF, but by the looks of the jury, that at this point Y/N had noticed, were a majority of white men, seemed taken by the alien-like being stood before them.

“I assume in your three-year relationship; you did engage in a sexual relationship?” Zola licked his lips, making all the women in the room shudder, but not out of admiration. A chill going through most of the females.

“Yes, Mr Rumlow and I would engage in regular sexual endeavours.” Tabitha replied, with a little giggle, that to the male ear, sounded cute, however; it was similar to nails on a chalkboard for the women in the room.

“Would you describe sex with Mr Rumlow as consensually rough?” Zola fiddled with his jacket, seemingly pulling it over his crouch.

“Yes, our sex life, was closely linked to S and M, style.” Tabitha appeared to make her cheeks blush, but only to an extent of a light rose, again making herself look as enticing as a siren.

“Okay, can you please step-down Miss Lima, I think we have heard enough.” Judge Danvers stopped the questioning in its tracks.

Tabitha bowed her head as a ‘sign of respect’, then disappearing into the crowd behind Brock, the male members of the jury watching her every step.

“Miss Shuri, Miss Nakia, this is my last call, have you got your third witness?”

Shuri and Nakia looked at each other, Shuri dropped her head, placing her hand across her forehead, staring at the worn wood of her desk.

“No, your honour, they haven’t arrived.” Nakia said, defeatedly.

“Very well. Members of the jury, you have heard all of the testimony concerning this case. It is now up to you to determine the facts. You and you alone, are the judges of the fact. Once you decide what facts the evidence proves, you must then apply The Law as I give it to you to the facts as you find them. I will now call recess whilst the jury take a moment to decide their verdict, please leave the court, whilst the jury deliberate.” Judge Danvers brought down her gavel. People from the back began to filter out, soon Y/N and Steve were walking out, gathering in the foyer.

“What are we going to do, we haven’t given enough statements, did you see the jury’s faces, they don’t believe me, who the hell is Tabitha, I’ve never heard of her, she’s flirted Brock out of jail, what are we going to do.” Y/N buried her head in Steve’s chest, he rubbed up and down her back, quietly shushing her.

“It’s alright, sweetheart, everyone’s done their best, it’s going to be okay. The way Danvers took down Zola’s questioning. I promise, we’re going to be fine.” Steve assured her, kissing her forehead.

“She dismissed Shuri as well though, and the jury are all men, they won’t believe me, where is Peter?” Steve could tell that she was getting more and more worked up, her chest was heaving, and she was clutching at her stomach, her eyes were wide and her skin slightly sweaty.

“Breathe, sweetie, breathe for me.” Steve tried to calm her, “deep breaths, bubba.”

Y/N began to take long, yet jagged breaths, through her nose, eventually calming her down.

After an hour or so, Clerk Carter came from the court room, holding a clipboard.

“Please may the defendant and his representatives, please enter the courtroom, along with the Prosecutions and it’s Plaintiffs.” She ordered, before turning back into the court room, holding the door open, trying not to grit her teeth, as Zola and the rest of Brock’s team, returned to the courtroom.

Y/N and Steve, following behind Shuri and Nakia, back into their benches, and desks.

The jury had filed back out into the courtroom, Judge Danvers had resumed to her bench, her gavel prominent in her hand.

“Have you reached a verdict?” Judge Danvers asked, the man, who had stood as the spokesperson for the jury.

“We have your honour.” The man addressed.

“On the count of violations against the Money Laundering Control Act of 1986, is the defendant guilty or not guilty?”

“Guilty.”

“On the count of conspiracy to commit murder, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?”

“Not guilty.”

The Prosecution side of the room had erupted into choruses of disgust; Nakia sank back into her chair, her head going to her hands, Mayor T’Challa cursed allowed, making Danvers slam her gravel on the desk.

“Silence.” She demanded, “On the charges of Aggravated Battery, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?”

Y/N held her breath, Steve did the same, crossing his fingers for his friend’s charge, desperate for justice.

“Guilty.”

Y/N chest became hollow, she looked at Steve, who gave her a look of hope, pushing his forehead against his.

“On the count of violation, the Violence Against Women Act, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?”

Once again Y/N heart was thudding, she gripped at Steve’s hand, he held her just as tight.

“Not Guilty.”

“On the count of Sexual Battery, do you find the defendant guilty or not guilty?”

“Not Guilty.”

Y/N’s world collapsed around her, the once elated feeling, had now transformed into pain and anguish. They didn’t believe she had been raped; they didn’t think that she had been impregnated against her will, they didn’t think she had been beaten.

Steve had frozen next to her, unsure of what her face looked like, as he had his chin resting on her head.

“I will now begin sentencing.” Judge Danvers continued, throw the pounding of Y/N heart.

“Mr Rumlow you have been found guilty of violation the Money Laundering Control Act of 1986, Aggravated Battery, you will be given a two-year suspended sentence, and will be forced to pay Dr Bruce Banner a fine in the amount of $25,000. As well as, be forced to pay the state of New York a fine in the amount of $2 million.

Y/N doesn’t remember much after that, her vision went blurry, Steve was calling her name, but the only thing clear in her mind, was the grinning face of Brock.

~~~~~~

Steve had carried her most of the way to the hotel, had run her the bath, and then the moment the door had closed, she locked and had now been laying in the frozen water for just over three hours, recounting the moments that had passed.

“Sweetheart, please don’t make me kick the door down, it’s not safe for you to be in the cold water for this long.” Steve bargained, pressing his ear to the door, hoping to hear any sign of movement.

Thankfully he heard the gentle sloshing of the bath, and then the soft click of the lock. Steve was slightly startled, when he opened the door to see Y/N was stood in front of him completely naked, the water rolling off her body, dripping onto the floor.

He relaxed seeing the distant look on her face, making his heart clench, reaching for the towel on the wall, and wrapping her up.

“You’re freezing, bubba,” Steve frowned when he touched her chilled skin, “Let’s get you warmed up.” Steve leads her from the bathroom, sitting her on the edge of the bed grabbing her some changes of clothes.

“Lift your leg, sweetie.” Steve spoke softly. Emotionlessly, she lifted her feet one by one, letting Steve pull his joggers up her legs.

“Arms up.” Y/N lifted her arms, the moment Steve had settled the t-shirt on her chilled figure, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close, as she sobbed into his shoulder.

“Oh sweetheart.” Steve sighed, “I’m here, I’m going to look after you and this baby, I promise, nothing will ever happen to you, my gorgeous girl.”

Y/N just pushed her head harder into his chest, wanting his touch and feel to take away her pain.

“Why? Why didn’t they believe me?” Y/N sobbed, her being shaking.

“I don’t know, poppet, I wish I could do something.” Steve had to take his own deep breaths, as he feared he would begin to break down.

Steve lifted her up, and settled her into the bed, remembering to keep her on her side. He was about to crawl in next to her, but then his phone vibrates, and he pulled away, letting her settle herself.

Running to the bathroom he answered the call.

“Hello.” The sound of Bucky’s voice made Steve crumble, he slumped against the door, and the tears began to roll.

“Steve, Steve are you okay? Has something happened to Y/N, the baby?” Bucky’s worried tone, echoes from the receiver, and Steve catches his breath.

“No, no nothing like that. Not guilty. Not guilty to everything, apart from Bruce’s charge, and the money laundering. He’s got away, with fucking everything.” Steve slammed his head on the back of the door, as he recounted the verdict of the court.

“Oh Steve, I can’t believe it. I’m so sorry, when do you guys think you’ll be heading back.” Steve chewed on his lip.

“That’s the thing, Buck. He got a suspended sentence, means no jail time. In the eyes of the law he’s not dangerous, which means we don’t need to stay in a safe house anymore. It means they won’t offer us protection.” Steve croaks, Sam had texted him after the trail, once Shuri had told him what had happened at court.

Steve was pissed, his best friend had told him over the phone, that the NYPD and FBI would no longer be providing protection for him and his family.

“Shit.” Was all Bucky could come up with.

“Buck, I’ve got to go, I’ve put Y/N to bed, but she’s not going to be able to sleep without me.” Steve sighs.

“Okay, bud. I’ll call you in the morning. Take care of that girl, we’ll think of something when I get home, don't worry Stevie, we’ll keep Y/N safe.”

Steve ended the call, placing his phone back in his pocket, pushing up off the door, he walked back into the room, seeing Y/N was still shivering on the bed, the duvet pulled tight around her neck.

Steve slide in next to her, she eased her grip on the covers, so that he could hook his arms around her belly. Her skin was so cold, it nearly hurt for Steve to touch it.

They laid there for a few more moments, Steve’s hands just gently caressing her bump, trying to warm the skin surrounding the infant.

Then he felt it, it was subtle, but he noticed. A little nudge against the palm of his hand. He sat up, wondering if Y/N had felt it too. When he saw that she hadn’t moved, seeming unphased by the kicking baby in her womb.

“Sweetheart, can you feel that?” Steve tried to encourage some kind of reaction, but she remained still, “Sweetie, I think the baby’s kicking.”

Y/N just kept Steve’s hand close, and eyes fixed on the wall opposite.

Steve realised now was not the time to try and engage with Y/N, and settled back against her, rubbing his hands over her bump, feeling the baby’s little kicks.

“I love you, Y/N.”

A/N: Yes. Yes I did just play with your emotions like that.

Part Nineteen//

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paper-chain-queen · 4 years

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String Of Fate

Kyo Sohma X FReader

Soulmate Au / Red string that connects you to your soulmate

Words: 1,800+

Well... I enjoy soulmate stuff so I thought I would try and take a whack at it... please forgive me :p Also... such an original title, right? XD

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You looked down at the red-string wrapped around your pinkie. It felt especially tight today.

Where are you?

"Your staring again.." A voice called out, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Huh?"

" You're not gonna find them just by staring at it you know." Your friend teased, pushing you playfully, but it almost caused you to fall out of your chair.

"Easy for you to say, you're soul mate just happened to move next door when you were like 5." You pushed right back, you were teasing her, but you were slightly jealous of her luck.

" I was 10!" She corrected you, and then you both burst into giggles, earning small stares from the people in the little cafe.

".... You could always live in our basement." She proposed once you both had quieted down. You had to shake your head; it was nice that she wanted to keep you around, but there was a small part of you that was excited for the new adventure.

It was sad to think that there was a chance you would never see her again. She was a massive part of your life, and now you were moving across the pacific.

You had grown up in a small household with only your parents, no siblings. And they had hardly been around. Growing up in a large, empty house, it was the nanny that you had spent most of your time with, at least she was nice. Father was a busy CEO and Mother... mother was a socialite, known for always stepping out in the most recent designs and appearing at all the most exclusive social events. They weren't soul mates, and they didn't marry out of love. It had been more of a business deal. Mother had wanted to be 'comfortable,' and Father wanted a beautiful wife.

But times had changed, and the business deal had run out.

Mother had refused to stand by anymore while Father had an affair after affair. While you weren't happy about moving, you were slightly impressed that your Mother had finally put her foot down after years of being cheated on. You guessed that after a while, even she got bored with fine jewels.

You had no dreams of fame or riches. You had watched and learned that it didn't lead to happiness.

"You'll be fine. Katie will keep be sure to keep you company." You couldn't help but tease your childhood friend who's face blew up red at the mention of her girlfriend and soul mate. You had seen them together, and while you were happy for her ... it had left you feeling a little lonely and wishing you could find your soul mate already.

All you wanted in this world was to find the one person you were made for.

To love and be loved.

" Hey! Let's go to the park. Maybe the swings are available." She suggested as you left your regular cafe, grabbing her half-finished frappucino from the table.

"Sure, sounds fun." You agreed, feeling nostalgic about the local neighbourhood park you had grown up with, the swings had been where you first met your best friend.

You knew your friend was just trying to make you feel better and have one last good day before you left, but honestly. It all felt so bittersweet. You miss your life, but this was for the best. Your Mother needed to get away and be with her family. It would be for the best, and you did like your grandparents. They were soul mates and very cute together, plus they liked to spoil you.

You and your friend joked around and shared stories while you walked to the park when you had gotten there, the only people some teens were using the basketball court.

Sitting on the swings, swinging back and forth gently, she caught you glancing at your pinkie again.

"Maybe you'll find your soul mate in Japan! Wouldn't that be amazing! So romantic." She again tried to cheer you up, and you gave her a small smile.

" Maybe..." and you looked back down at the small red string on your right pinky. It had always been tight for as long as you could remember, some days it felt like it would rip right off. Where ever they were, they were far away.

" I'll let you know." You played it cool and winked at your friend, but she knew the way you always looked at the string she couldn't see. Waiting. Hoping. She wanted you to find happiness and love just as she had found it with her soul mate.

"I'll miss you." She said as she grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze.

"I'll miss you too."

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The morning sun shined down on Kaibara High school, it was going to be a beautiful day, but an orange-haired teen had a weird feeling his gut, and it had him a bit on edge. Well. More on edge than usual.

Kyo stared out at the window of his homeroom class. Everyone was gossiping about a new transfer student and he couldn't care less.

" A lot of noise over some new kid." He grumbled, annoyed with how loud the class was being.

"Aw Kyon, your no fun. " Uo teased, giving him a cheeky smile.

"Watch it, delinquent!"

He snapped at her, his orange eyes glaring holes into his blonde classmate. She only began to challenge him more, and Tohru had to try and settle them down before the teacher came with the new student.

It was weird for someone to transfer in the middle of second year. A part of Kyo felt bad for the new student as he had transferred in the middle of his first year of high school, and while he would never admit to it. It was scary, especially with all the boy crazy girls at this school.

The door slid open, and the teacher entered holding a clipboard.

"Everyone, take your seats. We have a new student joining us. Please be welcoming. You can come in now." The teacher called, and a few moments later, Kyo felt a small tug from his pinky but watched as the line started to slack.

It was minuscule, but there was a movement from the string. He had been so distracted by the red string wrapped around his pinky that he had missed the new student walking in and introducing herself.

Kyo found himself often glaring at the red string around his pinkie finger. It was just a big joke to him, as if the universe was taunting him. There was 'apparently' supposed to be someone out there for him, someone who he would love and who would love him.

Bullshit.

It was ridiculous. Zodiac members rarely ever had soul mates. It was practically unheard of. It was a shock to the Sohma family when Kyo had asked as a child why he had a tight red string around his finger, and he could never see where it would lead.

When he was first told about it, he was naive and young, excited to meet the person on the other side, but now he knew better. There was no hope for someone like him. He prayed he would never have to meet the person 'the universe' had picked for him. He couldn't imagine what kind of person would want to be with Cat of the Zodiac, the most cursed of his family. Cursed to be an outcast.

Fated to be alone.

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" I'm (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you." You smiled at the class and bowed while thanking you're lucky stars that your Mother had been making you practice Japanese intensely since you were a young girl so you could communicate with your grandparents. The class broke out into a sea of comments and questions, you could barely make out what everyone was saying.

"Wah she's so beautiful!"

" She better not look at Prince Yuki."

" Aww! I was hoping we were going to get another hot boy."

" Hey, think she has a boyfriend?"

"Everyone settle down, please." The teacher called out over the noise, but a few people persisted, asking questions.

"Are you a model?"

"Um.. no.. but thank you?" You answered, feeling a little embarrassed as you felt your cheeks warm slightly.

" Where are you from?"

" California."

You were already missing the ocean breeze from your patio and you reminded yourself to google where the closest beach was.

"Hollywood!" A student gushed with excitement.

You laughed and explained that while you didn't live in 'Hollywood,' it was only a few hours away from your old house. With good traffic.

"Do you have any hobbies?"

" I like camping and going on hikes." Your family wasn't much for camping, but your friend's family always let you tag along with them.

Another round of questions came, but the teacher stopped them.

"Go sit next to Sohma Kyo. There's an empty seat beside him." The teacher instructed, and you looked across the classroom to see if you could find 'Kyo.'

There was an empty seat next to a boy with brilliant orange hair and handsome features. You felt your heart skip a beat.

He's so handsome

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Kyo finally looked up, and the new student was walking towards him. The teenager had never seen anyone like her. All the colours seemed brighter, time seemed to slow, but he felt his heart rate speed up. The way her hair flowed behind, the sun shining on her skin, making her glow.

She's... gorgeous...

The new student was taking him in as well, a small, cute blush on her cheeks. Her eyes wandered to his hand, and a little gasp left her parted mouth.

"It's you?" She whispered and his heart felt like it was going to explode. A large smile appeared on her face she lifted her hand to show off the red string around her pinky that only the two connected could see. He didn't want this, anything but this.

No.

He didn't want a soul mate. He couldn't. It wasn't possible. They were never supposed to meet.

It can't be...

The universe really did hate him. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And he couldn't have her.

She was about to say something, but Kyo was quick to cut her off, standing up in a hurry and taking a step back, making his chair clatter to the ground in his haste.

"NO! Stay the hell away from me!" Kyo screamed at the girl, his words cutting like a knife.

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, confusion spread from her face, and the other students started calling out at him.

"What is your problem, Kyo?!"

"That's so rude!"

"Poor (L/N)-San."

Kyo looked around at his classmates. They had no idea at what had just happened because they wouldn't be able to see the red string connecting the two, but the girl just stared at him. Her large eyes filled with confusion, which then turned to sadness; he was unable to look away. Fat tears started flowing down her cheeks, and something in Kyo broke.

All he wanted to do was engulf her in a hug. Hold her close. But he couldn't.

Life wasn't fair. At least not to him.

Kyo scoffed at the ground and then went to the window, opening it up and jumping out. Escaping and running away, the red string tightening around his finger like a vice. He left like it could fall off, and he honestly, that would hurt less than the pain in his heart.

It's hopeless.

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#Fruits Basket #fanfiction #soul mate au #kyo sohma #kyo sohma x reader #fruits basket fanfiction #angst #is it angst?#part 2?#yes or no?

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mamabear-elinor · 3 years

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THE FORGING OF BITTER BONDS

IV. The Winter’s Ball December 19, 1992

[cw for a comment on weight/body image, blood, violence (just a punch)]

“Mother, I cannot wear this,” Elinor wrinkled her nose in the direction of the dress bag that she was holding in her hands, a monstrosity of ice coloured lace and tulle spilling from it, as if the bag could not contain its contents.

Elinor was standing in the middle of her mother’s suite at their hotel across from the ballroom that the Order always rented for the Winter’s Ball. It should be noted that she was barefoot. Una Briar sat at her vanity, looking at her eldest daughter in the mirror with a pinched expression.

“Why are you not ready?” she asked, as if she had not heard Elinor’s protest. She probably hadn’t. Una never heard anything that she didn’t want to. It was what made her so impossible to argue with. So hard to rile. Elinor was convinced her temper was all Briar. Her mother was as unfeeling as stone.

“I can’t wear this!” Elinor repeated.

“Don’t be ridiculous, unless you’ve gained weight since starting university. I had you measured on fall break. The tailor is never wrong.”

“No--I don’t--I mean it’s hideous. I won’t be able to dance in this! I’ll look like--like an icicle.”

Una stood from her vanity and moved towards Elinor, taking the dress bag from her and pulling the dress out. “Undress,” she commanded.

“Ma--”

“Do you want another chance with Mr. Smith or do you want to disappoint me? Your father? Your sister? Again?”

Elinor’s cheeks flamed red and she reluctantly dropped her robe and pulled her shift up over her head. Her mother held out the gown expectantly and Elinor stepped into it, letting the itchy fabric be drawn up over her thighs, scraping at her stomach. It felt like rolling in a patch of nettle. She reached over and adjusted her bust as her mother tugged at the zipper. She bit down on the inside of her cheek and sucked in a breath, trying not to cry.

It wasn’t that Elinor hated dresses. She just hated this one. And she--didn’t want to go to the ball. The expectations her family had were as constraining as the tightness around her ribs as she was stuffed into the dress.

“There,” Una hummed, coming around to Elinor’s front and brushing some of her hair back from her face. “You look beautiful, Mr. Smith won’t be able to say no.”

Elinor was not as confident, but she allowed her mother to fuss over her for a few moments more and then watched as she pinched her own cheeks in the mirror and they headed out of the door.

The ballroom was painted in low light of orange and blue. Real candles flickered and cool tones from the decor gave the whole thing a cool, hushed atmosphere. There were several people already mingling and men in waiter’s suits who stepped up to take her fox fur coat. She drifted behind her parents and sisters, fiddling with the silver necklace around her throat. It was one that Francis had given her. She hadn’t taken it off since then, even after they had broken up. Part of her still clung to a bit of hope, not matter how she argued with her parents otherwise. How could she not? They were so insistent that she just needed to find him. Talk to him. Tell him about how she would be transferring to Oxford--

“Ellie!” A flash of red and someone slammed into her side, grabbing her arm. “Gosh, I missed you so much. You look amazing!”

Elinor snorted. “Goldie, I just saw you on Thursday.” She felt a warm rush of affection for her friend, though, and clung back to her. If she had Marigold at her side, then she wouldn’t be alone in this. Though, she felt guilty, because she hadn’t found a way to tell Marigold that she was not going back to Edinburgh in the spring. She hadn’t told Sorcha either. Or her professors. Or anyone else. It would have ruined it. She had just wanted to enjoy what she had left.

“So? I know you missed me too.” Goldie tossed some of her hair.

“Yes, alright. I did.”

“Good, now let’s grab some champagne.”

The girls made their way around the room, chatting with their peers, catching up with everyone. The Order only gathered together like this twice a year or during Christenings of new sons of the Order. Or for the King’s Melee. The women did not spend much time together otherwise. The men trained together as squires. Went on hunts together. Their bonds were always much stronger. That was, until you married into a family. Then those women became your friends. Elinor and Marigold were so close because they had always felt like kindred spirits, and made sure to keep in touch outside of these other events. Now that they went to school together, they were closer than ever.

Which just made Elinor feel worse about keeping her silence. As they made their way around, Elinor sticking quiet and close to Marigold’s shining aura, she felt awful. Her champagne bubbling uncomfortably in her gut.

They were standing with a group of girls, Marigold’s head thrown back, laughing loud and bold enough to draw a few eyes when someone approached, attention clearly caught. Thomas Harrington. Elinor knew him, of course she did. He had already completed his Blood Hunt and was a proper Prince. He was also Francis’ best friend.

“Marigold DunBroch,” he said, his voice a bit too soft. He cleared his throat.

Marigold’s head whipped towards him, eyes sparking. “Marigold DunBroch is what my Ma calls me when I’m in trouble.”

“Marigold, then.”

“I suppose.” Marigold took a drink, but her blue eyes hadn’t left Thomas’ face, though his own eyes darted around a bit. When he looked at Elinor, standing at Marigold’s side, she lifted her eyebrows.

“May I--may I have this dance?”

A few girls around them tittered.

“Sure,” Marigold, shrugging a shoulder coyly, though Elinor could tell she was pleased.

Elinor tried to be pleased as well. If Marigold and Thomas danced and became something and Francis took Elinor back, they could all be the greatest of friends. It was a fantasy, long reaching, but it comforted Elinor just the same.

“Here, Ellie.” Marigold held out her glass for Elinor to take and slipped her hand into Thomas’, so he could lead her out onto the dance floor.

“I can’t believe he asked a DunBroch to dance,” one of the girls, a de Chateaupers, if Elinor remembered correctly, sniffed.

Elinor cut her eyes towards her. “Maybe because he doesn’t want to dance with someone who looks like they ran face first into a wall,” she snapped viciously at the blonde and then moved off in a huff.

“What’s her problem?” Elinor heard as she moved away. She whipped through the crowd, though not as fast as she liked, her dress trailing behind her like a ball and shackle. Its train was heavy and cumbersome. She looked over her shoulder to tug it out from under the foot of a large man, causing her to bump right into someone.

“Oh, I am so sorry--Francis.” Elinor would recognize those blue eyes she was looking into anywhere.

“Elinor,” he greeted her back, his shoulders straight as she stood tall. “I hope you are well.”

“Well enough,” she told him, trying to remember how she was supposed to be acting. For all she wanted to do was slap him across the face. The urge rose suddenly and she curled her hand into a fist. “And you?”

“Well, thank you.”

There was an awkward beat. Francis looked out to the dance floor. “Would you like to dance? I--think we have a few things to talk about.”

No, Elinor wanted to snarl, but she did as she always did--as she had always been taught: she took a breath and smiled. For just a moment, she wished her teeth were fangs. She wanted to be the thing that frightened men. “You honour me,” she told him. Her voice sounded robotic, but she kept smiling graciously and took his hand.

He led her onto the floor and placed his hand on her waist. Last year, at the Winter’s Ball, his hand had strayed below where was appropriate and she had stepped on his toes in return with a laugh and a blush, before he’d pulled her into a darkened corridor and stole kisses from her lips.

Since then, he had stolen much more from her. Elinor hated him. Being in his arms now, it made her feel as if she was going to explode. Still, she smiled. “How is school?”

“Good, thank you.” He told her with a nod. “And you?”

“It’s wonderful. I am having a marvelous time.” This was easy to say. It was the truth and she wanted him to be hurt by it.

He nodded, still not quite looking at her. “Elinor, I have something to tell you.”

“Alright, tell me then.” Her voice had an edge to it, even though she kept smiling. She tried to remember what her mother taught her: a lady does not frown, a lady always smiles, a lady defers to a man’s wants, a lady dances smoothly, a lady can do all of these things no matter what. The world could be ending, but a lady never has a hair out of place or anything but a smile.

“I am engaged.”

Elinor’s feet stopped. She planted herself on the floor and felt as if she had become one of the ice statues that were sweating on the edges of the ballroom. “What?”

“I am engaged to be married. I need my necklace back. It’s a family heirloom, you know. I need to give it to my bride.”

Elinor didn’t think, she just reacted. Let her heart guide her.

And her heart told her to punch this bastard in the face.

So that was what she did. The crack of flesh hitting flesh was the loudest thing in the room. Something crunched and Elinor’s hand began to throb, a sharp pain shooting all the way down to her elbow. She hissed a breath and stumbled backward the same time that Francis did, holding a hand up to his nose. Elinor saw a flash of bright red amongst the twirling blues, whites, and golds.

“You bitch!” Francis shouted, but it came out slurred from behind his hand as he tilted his head forward.

Elinor didn’t know why, but she started to laugh.

“Shut up!” Francis snarled at her.

Stumbling backward again, she tripped on the train of her own dress and then fled, turning down the very same corridor that Francis himself had led her down a year ago. She moved through the hall before opening a random door and shutting it behind herself. Once she was alone, the laughter turned to a sob and Elinor’s eyes began to burn with tears. She crossed the room, throwing open the double doors and stumbling out onto the balcony, catching herself on the railing. She wanted to scream, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out.

Instead, she pressed her head against the cool marble of the railing and sucked in the cool night air.

“That was the worst fookin’ punch I have ever seen in me life.”

Elinor whirled around at the sound of a gruff voice behind her, reaching up simultaneously to scrub at her cheeks. “Fergus, go away,” she hiccuped, trying to look as vicious as she had felt just minutes before when she had punched Francis. The fire had gone out, though, and the humiliation smarted something awful. Especially now that her best friend’s older brother had found her and was probably going to drag her back into the ball kicking and screaming. Or worse, go and get her mother.

He did neither of those things. Instead, he just chuckled and held his hands up in surrender before moving towards the balcony railing. “I am just sayin’ you clearly haven’t ever punched anyone in your life.”

“Of course I haven’t,” Elinor scoffed, her voice wobbling. She watched him wearily as he moved to lean against the railing. He didn’t seem perturbed by her tears, she supposed she was grateful for that.

“You have a good reason?”

“Of course I did,” Elinor snapped before turning slightly so that she could wipe her eyes with her fingers. Fergus, notably, did not offer her a handkerchief. Instead, he just cocked his head at her, red hair washed out in the dark light. She stuck out her chin and took a deep, steadying breath. She didn’t want him to know that she was nervous. Elinor had only been alone with one boy--man--before and when she had darted her eyes about, he had stepped closer. What had been a reckless, fluttering, foolish heart, now felt somewhat sturdier, thanks to Francis.

“How did you find me?” she demanded when she looked back over at Fergus.

“The breeze.” He shrugged.

“What?”

“The windows let in a draft. No other drafts in the hallway except the one coming from this room.”

“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that.”

He nodded as if this was obvious. “Your hand alright?”

“What? Oh--” Elinor looked down at her hand, flexing it once. It smarted, but she didn’t think there was any permanent damage done. “I think so.”

“Good.” Fergus stood up to his full height. He was not much taller than her, but he was broad enough that he blocked out the light of the moon. His own fist raised between them. “Next time--”

“There won’t be a next time,” Elinor protested, her cheeks heating.

He held her gaze for a moment. “Next time, put your thumb over your fingers and squeeze down on your middle finger with it. Hit with the knuckle of your middle finger, aye?”

Much of its own accord, her hand made a fist, copying his and then raising it up for approval. Fergus stepped forward and reached up to adjust her fingers. His hands were big, warm, and calloused, but they moved gently. “There ya are. Now, I’ll give you a few minutes. If I were you, I’d sneak out the back and head to the hotel. Your ma is on a warpath. I’ve seen men quiver less in their boots when facing down a Fear Gorta.”

That surprised a laugh out of Elinor. She reached up to put a hand on her chest. Her fingers brushed the cool tip of metal from Francis’ necklace. Slipping her hands behind her neck, she unclasped it and then weighed it in her hand for a moment before turning toward the balcony again. She tossed it into the darkness. When she turned back, Fergus was staring at her again.

“What? Are you going to criticize my throwing arm now?” The words were between a challenge and a tease.

“No, no. That, uh, was an impressive throw. I’ll...take my leave of ya now, lass. Good luck.”

Elinor smiled a bit and it was her first true one of the night. “Thank you. Good night.”

#the forging of bitter bonds #the winter's ball #self para #this one deviated from #what i intended but boy is the end good imo #back to back meet cutes? your fave could never #also i have NO idea what the pacing of this story is #i feel like it sucks but whatever #featuring marigold harrington #featuring francis smith #featuring una briar #featuring fergus dunbroch

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cristalknife · 3 years

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Kadam Week 2021 Day 4 ~ You are my treasure, can I keep you as part of my hoard? 1/4

This is me trying to not start something on a platform only to post solely somewhere else aka AO3 and ff.net you can find the complete list of Kadam Week 2021 prompts and you might find more stories on the Kadam Week 2021 AO3 collection Someone please take the time to appreciate me not dumping a 23K+ story into a single post, OK thanks for coming to my Ted talk 4° prompt is I Had the Strangest Dream

namely kadam AU... And what you got is a dragons!kadam au where Kurt got into Nyada after his first audition, the story starts with Kurt still in Lima and still with Blaine. Because Klaine needed to die a painful death and you deserved to see that ship crash and burn... I present to you You are my treasure, can I keep you as part of my hoard? (In four parts Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 or read complete on ao3 or ff.net)

It was a rather well known fact that Nyada, being so exclusive and with limited opening every year, had a policy to never take more than a single student from the same school, even if there were more than one valid finalists.

What was not that well known, and certainly not at all advertised, was that such rule did not apply to supernatural beings.

If prospects were inclined toward the arts, and willing to join at least for the time of their education, the colony and the current ruling council.

Then they would be evaluated more on aspirations and skills, disregarding the presence of other finalists from the same school.

Once evaluated they would then be offered a position within one or more of the majors the school had that were in tune with the candidate's ability and affinities, rather than the candidate's preferred and declared choices.

Sometimes those two things matched, other times they didn't match at all.

In the end, once the offer was made, and it was cleared up that it was a non negotiable one, the prospect had to choose whether to accept the position offered by the Nyada's council, or simply choose to attend a different school.

When Kurt aced his audition he could hear the gears in Madam Tibideaux's mind turning, and humming pleasant vibrating sounds all around her. She was not at all like Kurt expected her to be, she felt like more, a more he couldn't place.

His dad had always been larger than life, Carole simply didn’t have the same presence about her.

And he knew that, despite loving how good she was for Burt, Kurt had yet to properly warm up to Carole. She was ok, he guessed, and she made his dad smile and feeling happier than Kurt could remember since his mom died.

But also she felt different... He felt awful for thinking so, but she sort of felt less...

Kurt had no idea who had come to examine him, or better he knew who she was, he just did not know there was also a what she was part that was making Kurt feeling even more invigorated and able to express himself fully.

Rachel on the other hand choked up, on a song she knew by heart, that she had sung so many times she should have muscle memories of how to produce those lyrics...

When the time got closer for their letters to arrive Kurt started to receive condescending looks full of pity, especially from his boyfriend.

When Rachel's letter arrived and she miraculously got in, everyone felt like they simply had to come to Kurt and offer their condolences and unique brand of what was supposedly comfort…

And worse of all Blaine had been the first in line to do so…

"Oh Kurt it's so bad you got to compete against Rach for the position at Nyada, but on the bright side you can stay here with me until I graduate and then we can move together to New York. Of course you'd have to wait another year before you'll be able to try again join Nyada, but at that point at least you'll have worked enough that maybe your cv won't look so anaemic..."

Kurt went rigid at Blaine's words and pressed his lips "Excuse me? Are you implying that you know already and more importantly you fully believe that I've been rejected when my letter didn't even arrive? And you dare to talk to me about my CV after you took the male lead part that was supposed to go to a senior in our only production? When you knew I needed it"

Blaine didn't even have the good grace of looking ashamed nor did he even give any indication of understanding why Kurt might be upset.

"Oh come on Kurt don't be so dull, we all know that only one student per institution can get in. And Rachel got her acceptance letter already, so clearly you've been rejected, but as I was saying it's ok. It even works out better this way. You'll stay here with me while I graduate and then we'll move to New York together, and we'll have enough money to have our own place"

That things with Blaine hadn't been that good was neither a good nor a new news, but this was taking the cake and Kurt huffed irritated "So you expect me to fail in reaching for my dreams, stay in Lima of all places, waiting a year for you to graduate and then do what exactly? Move to New York to work before I try to join my dream school, is that what you see and hope for my life?"

Blaine frowned confused "There's nothing wrong with that Kurt come on, you know what I mean, it's not like you're what people expect from a leading man anyway... I mean I support you but you do stand out too much, and you know, there's being a star and then being a little too unique to ever get a role. It's not a bad thing, it’s just, it makes things difficult and I don't want you to fail, I just want you to have realistic expectations... You know I love you, it's just you can be a little too much for people who don't get you..."

With every additional word that kept pouring out of Blaine’s mouth, Kurt felt something changing and growing at the very centre of his being.

Something he hadn't felt since he was a small child, and got so mad for the first time in his life that he pushed back one of the other kids that were tormenting him...

An action that then his mom scolded him thoroughly, making him promise to never seek violence as a way to solve a conflict. To always take a step back when he felt the sensation of something crawling under his skin ready to explode and make whatever was troubling him disappear.

This time however, it was starting to become harder to resist the temptation to just let it all go, just for this once.

Was this really how love was supposed to be? Because it was starting to seem like he was the only one with expectation to fulfil. And the worst of those expectations was the fact that apparently he was supposed to be the one making compromises…

It was becoming tiresome to say the least.

"Blaine tell me honestly is this what you think?"

Kurt's tone was clipped when he asked that, and yet Blaine once more gave no indication of seeing what was going on.

On the contrary, the boy had the gall to start getting upset, his voice turning into a whine

"Kurt come on, why are you being so difficult, I'm trying to be considerate here but you always make such a fuss about nothing, You're such a drama queen"

And with that something inside Kurt broke...

Whether it was something finally breaking free or simply a dam breaking down he did not know. Nor did he know whether where or how the growling sound reverberating in his throat originated from…

But one thing he did know. This was it, he had reached the point where he couldn't stand the being in front of that, that boy anymore...

With what was Kurt's iciest tone he said "If this is how you feel, then I believe we have nothing else to do. You are never around even for things you planned and scheduled. You don't answer when I call, and if you do answer my messages it’s hours later without apologies or explanations. And if what I've been told is correct, you'd rather spend your time with your friend Sebastian rather than staying with me"

Blaine didn't even let Kurt finish as he started countering "It's not my fault if you seemed so intent on leaving me behind as soon as you'd get your diploma from here. I was just trying to survive without you . Excuse me for being happy about not having to worry about being left behind by my boyfriend. Who I might add, was all too happy to discard me like yesterday trash for a shiny new life in New York, over six hundred miles away from me. How is it a bad thing being happy about having more time together?"

And Kurt was beyond furious "So as long as you are not left behind who cares if my life and my dreams get destroyed? Seriously what's wrong with you. You always comment on how supportive I am of you, and I've tried even when it hurt, even when to be honest I shouldn’t have. So why you never ever try to reciprocate? Why does it always have to be me, the one compromising?"

Blaine assumed that half irritated, half hurt that seriously implied that Kurt was being unreasonable and hurting him for futile reasons, as once again he started to talk over Kurt "Kurt stop being so unreasonable, why are you hurting me? I never asked you to compromise, in fact how can you even say such hurtful things? I was the one who left Dalton to transfer here for you, I was the one who didn't audition for Tony even if I could have used the role as well… It's not my fault if Artie, coach Beiste and Miss P thought I was a better Tony than you. Why are you blaming me for the decisions of others? Especially since it's not exactly my fault if you keep flaunting such extravagant outfits at all times... Why do you ask me that? It's not a matter of your dreams going up in flame or your life being destroyed, don’t you see that was exactly what I was talking about... You're just being overly dramatic instead of taking things with a pinch of maturity, you are such a crybaby at times, can we please stop this nonsense? It's just upsetting me, and it's not like it'll change the content of your nyada letter anyway. There's no need for us to fight over something so stupid..."

Then Kurt relaxed and nodded, and for the first time he saw exactly the moment when Blaine's expression shifted from hurt and pleading to a complacent one, clearly thinking that once more things had gone his way...

To a certain extent he was right, Kurt was going to at least partially grant him his wish for this to stop…

The only part Blaine might not yet realise was that Kurt would make it stop forever.

This was it, any chain, any bond that could have ever existed before, was now absolutely left in tatters on the floor as Kurt was going to soar high in the sky and fly free.

"You're right"

Blaine nodded and grabbed Kurt's hand patting it condescendingly.

Kurt hastily removed his hand from Blaine, motion that provoked Blaine's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise as he started to say "What.."

Kurt took a leaf out of Blaine's own book and started talking over him continuing with determination "You are right that we need to stop this nonsense, clearly you feel this way and I'm not going to ask you to change your mind."

Blaine's surprised expression softened into a pleased smile as he nodded, only to turn into a shocked frown as Kurt continued unrelentlessly "But I won't change my mind either. Whether I've been accepted or rejected from Nyada it won't matter. For one, I have other colleges I've applied to that I could attend coming fall, some of which I already have acceptance letters from. Something that had you been around like a boyfriend ought to be, you would have already known. So either as soon as I graduate or at the end of the summer I will leave Lima behind. But don't worry I won't leave you behind then"

Blaine was still frowning but offered a tentative smile and a nod. That until Kurt smiled back at him, in the same icy and sarcastic way that he had seen Kurt smile at Sebastian in those moments, right before and after they started one of their rounds of bickering.

"I won't leave you behind then, because I'm breaking up with you right now. Clearly we want different things from life, and hey we both know we had problems long before now... Who sets up appointments to make out? I might not have had other experiences before, but I can tell you this is not what I expected being with someone to be like. And you are not living up to the teenage dream you promised me either. So here's me growing up and taking things with a pinch of maturity. We’re done."

Blaine blinked confused and looked up at Kurt with his patented wounded puppy eyes, and for the first time Kurt started to wonder if what was going on wasn't as much as adorable obliviousness, as he had always assumed, but rather a masterful use of emotional manipulation.

Kurt looked down at Blaine, and for the first time he felt the bile rising up at the mere thought of having bowed down to this for over an year now, for having allowed himself to become nothing more than a spineless whipping boy. And in exchange for what exactly? For a boy who apparently had no care for him at all despite proclaiming his love? For a relationship in which he was the only one having to renounce things to make the other happy?

He didn't know anymore, and he wasn't that sure he even wanted to know at this point. He just wanted out of this situation for good.

Blaine was still staring like he couldn't understand Kurt at all as he voiced his confusion "What? I don't understand... Why are you trying to get back at me this way Kurt? Look I'll leave now, you clearly need the time to cool down, don't worry I won't hold this against you. I can see you're upset, and I do get how much it must hurt not having been accepted to the only school you applied to. There is no need to invent stories about how you applied to other schools and how you'll leave Lima after graduation or at the end of the summer just to get back at me. Rach told me you both applied only at Nyada and she got in, so clearly you would have no other place to go to..."

Kurt shook his head and felt the profound disappointment in seeing that even now Blaine simply either wasn't listening to him or didn't care at all about what Kurt had to say...

In a way it was a pity, he looked around and for the first time he was grateful that there were witnesses listening into every word they were exchanging, in fact Kurt thought he had also seen Jacob Ben Israel...

So he simply shrugged and left to go to his locker. He picked up what he needed, then simply walked out of the school without a second thought. Just to be on the safer side he sent a quick text to the whatsapp group chat that had all the glee club members on it that read simply ‘I just broke up with Blaine, I will never get back together with him so if someone is not happy with it either keep your mouth shut and your nose out of my own business or feel free to stay the hell out of my life for good. This is all I'll say on the subject and that's not up to debate. I hope we'll manage to finish the time we have until graduation with civility. Kurt’

Then as a second immediate action, he went and changed his status on facebook making a quick work of removing any trace of him and Blaine together from his albums and shared pictures, proceeding to repeat the procedure also on instagram and from his own phone.

The more he purged his profiles of Blaine, the more he noticed how much of a shadow of his former self he had become in the time they had been together. It was staggering seeing how, by removing Blaine from his storyline, only few traces were left of what happened to him in the past year.

Shaking his head he shot a quick text to Finn, letting him know he was going to pass by the garage to see dad before going home, and that he was leaving immediately because he didn't want to be cornered by anyone wanting to talk about the fact he broke up with Blaine.

Finn simply sent a smiley face and two thumbs up, apparently, despite all his fears, Kurt was still going to have someone on his side by the end of the tragedy... It was a comforting thought.

He relished in it as he drove to the garage, once there he called out "Hey dad do you have a minute?"

Burt called out from the farther aisle, and Kurt smiled and waved at Carl and Kenneth as he passed by the two other mechanics at work.

Once Kurt was close by, Burt tensed and looked completely frozen in worry and surprise a low growling "Damn" escaped Burt's lips as he grabbed the rag and cleaned his hand "Kurt we need to talk"

Kurt smiled and nodded "Yeah we do I just broke up with Blaine and I'd really appreciate your support if you could make sure to not let him into the house next time he comes around. Because despite telling him I was breaking up with him, he was acting like he wasn't listening to me, so I just wanted to make sure you knew. I am going to tell Carole as soon as we get back home, but... Dunno why, I felt like I had to come to you first and that it couldn't have waited till you'd get home, I'm not sure exactly on the reason behind such reasoning"

Burt kept a close look on his son and then said without preambles "Something else happened, didn't it?"

When Kurt didn't say anything but reluctantly nodded once, before looking surprised he had done that, Burt had all the answers he needed.

Kurt was as a dagon just like himself, just like Elizabeth had been, it was strange that it took so long for his supernatural heritage to pick that up, he should have taught so many things to Kurt already, but he never smelled like a hatchling or a youngling, Kurt had always smelled faintly like his Lizzy did... And a doubt started to creep up on Burt, Elizabeth and him had never discussed their supernatural heritage, he had always assumed that it was because Elizabeth was an orphan and she had ended up in Lima living with a distant relative that didn't have any trace of supernatural vibe to her, hence making the subject taboo in her household.

But now he wondered if she was simply not sure about Burt's own knowledge on the subject, or even possible reactions, if he was honest he could admit to have never been that interested in properly grooming that side of himself. He was more than happy to pass his live as a good mechanic, restoring cars to their original beauty.

He always felt too out of place in the sanctuaries, or trying to fly with other dragons living in the neighbourhood. He was nothing as impressive as the others, his own scales dull and his wings barely able to lift him off the ground and be serviceable, nothing like the spectacular acrobatics of the likes of Alexander Smythe or even Matt McNamara.

But that was still at a time when Lizzy was still alive. When she died, he simply didn't want to see the signs of what losing his mate had done to him, he had a normal kid, who apparently wasn't really normal at all, and in his grief he never looked deeper.

But something must have happened, because for the first time his son smelled like mint honey and rosemary, not at all like the sweet vanilla and ginger that was Lizzy’s scent, nor his own sandalwood and musk, nor was his son’s scent a mingle of those two scents as it would have been for a youngling.

Kurt had already grown into his own individual, and Burt had not prepared him yet for what it meant to be a dragon... And on top of that his kid was more than ready to leave and abandon this small town to live his life as soon as possible, giving Burt even less time to try to remedy to the many years they had already lost.

He was wondering exactly what happened for Kurt to break through, what probably was meant to be a temporary block that Lizzy had put on their child when he was very young, maybe to help him control his emotions, preventing emotional escalation and incidents that could have revealed their supernatural status to people without any prior knowledge of it, in a traumatic way.

"Let's go take a ride son and you can tell me what happened in details"

Kurt blinked confused, he had seen his dad looking at him rather surprised and then contemplative, and to be honest Kurt hadn't really intended to say or let his dad know that something had happened, mainly because he couldn't really explain it, he wasn't sure what had happened, even if he was sure something did…

While lying to his dad had not been an option, even when he managed to keep his mouth shut, preventing what seemed insane rambling to escape his lips, a part of him had wanted to just obey.

Somehow recognising the authority Burt still had over him, and it was a strange feeling, nothing like he had felt before, not that he didn't respect his dad, but at the same time he had never felt compelled to cower enough to tell him the whole truth…

As they walked out the garage Burt said softly "Do you want us to take the Navigator or shall we take my truck? We are going to do some off the road driving"

Kurt looked at his dad through slitted eyes, "I'll tell Finn to get a lift to pick my baby and take her home, we're taking your car to go wherever you want us to go, without me having to scrub mud from my baby for the next fortnight."

Burt chuckled and while Kurt took care of talking with Finn, he made a quick call to Carole telling her that something had happened with Kurt beside him breaking up with his boyfriend, and that he needed to get to the end of it, see if he could get his son to talk, and that he would tell her later what he found out...

He left behind that probably what he was going to share was going to be an edited version of what happened if his suspicions were proved correct. Burt, in a sudden strike of inspiration grabbed from the locker room Kurt's coverall and the changing bag his son had taken to keep here at the garage, if his nose wasn't wrong, then those might come in hand to make their journey back home more comfortable if things went wrong.

It took less than Burt remembered to reach the sanctuary's valley, and the closer they got, the more he could see Kurt's fascination growing, "So buddy what else happened, tell me please, even if it sounds crazy I want to know what went down with you"

Kurt looked a little worried before starting speaking "This might end up sounding crazy, but it felt like something broke, and at the same time it felt like I was free to fly for the first time... The way Blaine was speaking was making me so mad, and I know, I know I promised mom that I would never try to go with violence as a way to find a solution to an unpleasant situation. But I swear if you could have heard the bullshit he was saying, he was so condescending... Did you know that they are all assuming that just because Rachel got her acceptance letter from Nyada, that I would be automatically rejected? And I mean Rachel choked on her audition... If she did get in and I didn't I’m not even sure I'd want to get into a school with such screwed up criteria of selection."

Burt nodded, in that sea of words there were some things that clearly resonated with him. If Lizzy thought she and Kurt were the only dragons in their family then she probably had put a block around Kurt's powers to keep them tamed while he was growing up. Probably expecting to be there when he should have started to learn control over his abilities, around his twelfth birthday…

Burt hummed and nodded, totally understanding his son's point of view, and then prompted "And how did it felt? I'm not judging, but you sounded more surprised rather than upset about this whole ordeal"

Kurt took a deep breath and looked outside the window "I felt free... Like things were finally right, and Blaine, Blaine felt all wrong. Like I couldn't even believe why I had him in my life, like he wasn't supposed to be next to me at all. And it made me mad seeing that he wasn't even listening to me. I was there, telling him I was done with him and he left saying that he would not hold against me things I said when I was clearly upset... As if his assumption of me being rejected by one school would be the reason why I'd broke up with him, and it wasn't for example how he expected me to stay in Lima for another year until he graduated, in the meanwhile while I would surely fail again to get into nyada because he was applying..."

Kurt's rage was rapidly brewing up, and Burt could hear his son's breathing slowly turning into steam, only for his son to surprise him taking a deep breath and exhaling it with just a low hiss.

"He made me so mad I really fished to roast him, incinerate him right there where he standed, but alas even if I could have done that it was going to create so many problems that it wouldn't have been worth the satisfaction of doing it..."

Burt grinned amazed at his son's natural control, or maybe it was just that he trained in a whole different way than Burt himself had been trained...

He stopped the car and then patted his son on the shoulder "You did good son, I'm so proud of you, now come with me there's something I need to show you,"

Kurt felt himself preening under the unexpected praise. Burt directed them to what looked like the edge of a rather deep canyon, and Kurt looked worried at his father as he asked questioning "Dad?"

Burt smiled softly, in a way that Kurt hadn't seen since before his mom got sick "Buddy I don't know how else to do this, and I really wish your mom was here to help me out, so please forgive me for what I'm about to do."

The words made Kurt's blood freeze inside his veins, and in less than a second Burt had taken three steps back and was falling over the edge.

Without even realising he was moving, Kurt dived in after his father, and all of a sudden his vision changed, the world got blurred for a moment and the image of Burt falling body blurred as well, before being replaced by a bulky reptilian dragon, with sturdy wings to carry the compact body.

Kurt felt the wind offering resistance to his fall, and in a blink of an eye what was resistance was actually offering him support. Instead of keeping him from falling, like it had seemed in the beginning, Kurt found himself raising up above the canyon and into the sky.

And the dragon that used to be where his father was, suddenly raised up into the sky as well, emitting a sound that Kurt knew were not words, but that he could surprisingly understand anyway. They were directions telling him to land down on the clearing in the middle of the trees on their left. Kurt saw exactly the spot and dive in with surgical precision, landing exactly where he wanted, on the sandy patch on the lake shore.

Once there, in what felt a little mixed up curiosity and vanity he peered on the water to see his own reflection, and discovering that indeed he looked like a dragon too, he could see a silvery reflection, and he could feel something in on the top of his head, floating, he instinctively knew those appendices were having the same function as a cat’s whiskers.

As he tried to look at himself the only difference he could see, compared to what he saw of his dad, was that where his father was compact and sturdy, with wings short and strong, his own figure seemed to be made for agility and precision, his wings complimenting his agile body shining in the afternoon light.

With a lot less grace than Kurt had, Burt landed in the middle of the clearing where the grass was, he then turned into his human form to smile at his son "You did well buddy, now can you figure out how to return to your human form or do we need to find a way for you to get home this way?" the tone was teasing, and Kurt wasn’t amused at all.

He didn’t know exactly how it happened, but he could distinctly feel the need to express his frustration into a way this form’s language would not be able to properly express.

There was no such sound he could find that would carry on the meaning of your stunt scared me to death or the you don't get to make jokes like that.

There were some words that could be translated but even putting them together Kurt knew they wouldn't be able to carry on the same message he needed to rant at his father.

So there was no other option but having access to his human mouth, that was what he needed at the moment, and without even realising what he did, Kurt found himself standing in front of his grinning father.

He took exactly ten milliseconds of taking in his father’s expression for him to take a breath and starting to deliver a well deserved dressing down to the other man for his actions.

"How could you do that to me? I was scared to death, you made me think you were committing suicide in front of me. It sounded like you were saying goodbye and instead you just wanted to go for a fly? What the heck dad? Come on couldn't you have sat with me, safely inside your truck, and told me calmly Kurt we are dragons we can transform in giant flying reptiles and that's ok it's just who we are and there's nothing wrong with it, and then maybe actually telling me how that happened instead of jumping that way???"

If Kurt had been less scared and traumatised, maybe then he would have noticed the mischievous look into his father's eyes, as things were he completely missed that and when Burt opened his mouth and started answering Kurt’s immediate reaction was to groan "Well son, when a female dragon meets a male dragon and they love each other very much, they end up mating in human form, and the the female becomes pregnant, and then their offspring has high chances of having their supernatural heritage as well, meaning that he is born a dragon as well..."

Kurt scoffed irritated "Funny dad, very funny ah-ha"

Burt chuckle stopped and he sighed softly as well before saying sincerely "I'm sorry Kurt, I didn't want to scare you or upset you that much. I just didn't know how to do this. And I really didn't want to do to you what my pa did"

Kurt raised an eyebrow in silent question as he crossed his arms on his chest, realising for the first time that he was wearing clothes, and that those ere not the ones he had on before he transformed...

Burt shrugged and offered a tight smile "He was doing very much a lion king scene, you know that moment when Mufasa is telling to Simba about one day having to rule over all that was touched by the sun moment…”

Kurt nodded slowly releasing his arms listening as Burt continued "Only for him to then give me a pat on the back that sent me flying over the edge, making me feel like I was falling to my death before I figured out how to transform and fly"

At the scandalised look that Kurt was sending his way he simply shrugged "These were other times buddy, and I was a lot younger than you are... He didn't know any better, and that was exactly how his father had been taught him."

Kurt wrinkled his nose unsatisfied "I'm not sure I would have like any of those options…”

Burt scratched the back of his head and said wistfully "All I knew for sure was that I didn't want to do that to you, like ever, but now I'm not so sure my own was that much better"

Kurt sent him a levelled glare and shook his head, Burt then continued "But I had promised myself that I wouldn't do that to my son"

Kurt's eyes softened, as Burt finished softly "I wish your mom was here, she would have probably have handled all of this a lot better than I am"

Kurt smiled softly "If you can manage to avoid other scares like that, I'd appreciate it very much, but it's not like you're doing a terrible job of it dad"

Burt hummed softly and grinned "If you think you can figure out how to shift at will we can then head home and call it a day, putting all of this behind us."

Kurt attempted the shift a few more times, each time getting faster and easier than the time before. He kept repeating the action until both of them were satisfied with the results.

Burt smiled proudly and said "You are doing great son, once we're at home we'll get you a couple of books that will be useful and that you really need to read before leaving town."

Kurt nodded and simply followed his dad, they both shifted into their dragon form and flew to the car, before driving back home.

Once they reached the house, Carole hugged them both and then offered Kurt a sealed envelope "This was waiting for you when I arrived home."

It was the Nyada's letter Kurt was waiting for. As soon as he took it in his hands, and it got within Burt’s sniffing distance, his dad frowned and took a step closer so he could read its content over Kurt's shoulder, as he opened it up and read the school’s decision. ~End of Part 1 of 4~ Next

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a game for two pt.3 (M) - jjk

➸ summary: Seven days on a school trip to the seaside. Seven days with your best friends, alcohol, freedom and a mischevious Jeon Jungkook who just wouldn’t leave you alone. Sounds fun, right?

➸ genre: schooltrip!au, classmate!au, smut, fluff, drama

➸ words: 10,8k

➸ warnings: penetrative sex, protected sex, rough sex, throat fucking, hair pulling, degradation, name calling, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, cum play, oversensitivity, spanking, pussy slapping, stripping, grinding… phew chile

➸ early A/N: thank you for being so patient and enjoy!

“Please stay a little bit longer” Even in such a dimly lit room, Jungkook’s eyes glistened. They looked pitiful and drowsy, but at the same time hopeful. Jungkook's grip on your wrist remained strong, allowing him to feel the intense pulse of the artery his fingers grasped.

Thinking the other’s proposal over, you found the idea intriguing. A familiar glint in Jungkook’s eyes pleaded for you to accept, promising that there was something much bigger behind his suggestion. Deciding to give it a shot, you put a free hand over his and spoke.

“Let’s go out” That was it. That was the chance you were offering, opening the door of your heart and holding it for the other to walk through. Jungkook’s obvious disbelief showed through his eyes, lips slightly parted as if he couldn’t process that you actually accepted.

Careless. That’s what you were while running down the stairs and past the disco, holding onto each other’s hand. The wide doors were open, tens of colorful lights from inside not quite making it over the lines of the dance floor. Thankfully, no students were outside, but the thrill of being seen together made blood flow faster through your veins.

A pair of sharp eyes tracked your movements, a small smile playing on their lips as they shook their head.

Once out of the hotel, you noticed how different the air was. The warmth from before was gone as wind caressed your exposed legs. Shivers ran down your spine and Jungkook seemed to notice the goosebumps that formed on your skin, making him sigh. His hand squeezed yours, trying to transfer the smallest bit of heat.

Just then, did it hit you that Jungkook’s fingers were still interlaced with yours. The whole situation appeared intimate, but for an unknown reason, it wasn't a bother. Tightening the hold, you heard Jungkook chuckle lightly.

The male walked half a step ahead, leading the way as you strolled next to the ocean. The sound of waves hitting the shore had you turning to look at the beautiful scenery. The waves were high enough to reach your knees, and you broke free to run into the water. Somehow, you felt even more immersed in the landscape. Among the strong glints of numerous constellations, the water surface also reflected that breathtaking shine of the full moon.

Suddenly, a tiny firefly began circling around you. That incredibly small creature coaxed you into spinning in a circle, not wanting to miss a second of its beautiful glow. The light strands of hair soared through the air, and with arms extended, you looked so carefree. To someone, you looked like an angel right now. The inner child woke up and you tried jumping and capturing it before it flew away. The tries were deemed failures, but in a fast moment, two much bigger hands came into view and caught the firefly. When you looked up, Jungkook stood right beside you, with the softest smile on his face.

He lowered his hands and made a tiny hole in the juncture of his thumb and palm. You grabbed his wrists and brought them to your eye, peeking right through. Sure enough, there was a dot of light between Jungkook’s enclosed hands. You clapped lightly and smiled. The smile was so big and so sincere that Jungkook was sure his heart was about to explode at any given second.

Eventually, the other let go of the animal. His hands weren’t left completely unemployed, as he was back to holding yours. Jungkook sighed in content while walking to the small, secured area not so far away from your current location. It was surrounded by short palm trees, and low bushes, offering a certain amount of privacy. On the ground, there were white flowers that bloomed at night, therefore their beautiful scent was still noticeable in the air.

You were taken aback by the beautiful nature, the whole place looked so much more beautiful and magical during nighttime. While you were curiously inspecting the petals of the flowers, Jungkook sat down on the soft sand and observed you. The man sighed; his heart suddenly way too heavy. There was an unknown weight pulling his chest down the more he looked at you. Maybe Jungkook was selfish, but at that moment, he wanted you all for himself.

One second, you were crouching down and the other, falling as a pair of strong arms pulled you down.

“Oh god!” Screaming, you unceremoniously fell down on Jungkook. The male let out a quiet ‘oof’, but remained indifferent as you turned to look at him. Primarily, you felt concerned and guilty, for the man had obviously taken a hit, but upon seeing Jungkook’s adoring eyes as he pulled you closer to him, the worry had washed away.

Silence enrolled between the two, leaving your thoughts alone with the soothing sound of waves and quiet wind. Your gaze once again fell upon the water. The beautiful melody of nature woke up the curiosity about something you wanted to ask for a long time. There was a generous amount of hesitation and it had obviously shown on your face, for the other had noticed the nervous shuffling.

“What are you thinking about?” Although Jungkook’s voice broke the peace, it didn’t ruin the atmosphere you two were in. He held you with arms wrapped around your waist, his attention (always) completely on you.

“Jungkook...can you sing for me?” Your voice was small, almost silent as if you were asking for something of much bigger secrecy. The other looked surprised and thrown out of balance, for he had not expected such a request. Jungkook felt somewhat glad that you asked and after a few short seconds, he nodded, looking away and trying to pick a song.

Jungkook’s hand came up to the back of your head, pushing it down to rest at his shoulder. Soon enough, he began singing ‘Nothing like us’, rocking the two of you left and right to the rhythm of the song. It was a well-known fact that Jungkook had a beautiful voice, but for all these years, you’ve never heard him sing. Now that the moment has finally come, you were blown away by just how angelic he sounded like.

The last words of the song arrived quick, and silence resumed not long after. Jungkook looked at you with expectant eyes, trying to spot how you were feeling without any words spoken. To his surprise, you sat up, eyes piercing his with the most delighted gaze.

“That was...wow... Astounding! Wow!” You chirped, hands coming together in a hushed clap. Just the happy look on your face was enough to make Jungkook just as happy. Truthfully, many have complimented his voice, but up until now, none of them were you.

In the midst of your wordless state, Jungkook was only staring at your face with a smile on his. The moment looked right and everything stopped, giving you enough time to observe the other. From his beautiful doe-like eyes and long eyelashes, cute nose, and a scar on his left cheek. Then Jungkook’s soft lips that somehow glistened even when under a shadow. For some reason, your eyes locked on them for a second too long.

One second too long because Jungkook was leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours. It took another second to realize that your lips worked against his in perfect sync. Jungkook’s kiss was slow and passionate. It portrayed so many emotions you were either oblivious to or in denial for. All because of the disbelief that appeared not too long ago.

A sudden sting made you flinch away, breaking the kiss and slapping the side of your neck. Hoping that whichever creature that bit you was now dead, you soothed out the hurting pink bruises. A hiss left your lips; there were so many and the slap made them even more sensitive.

“I’m sorry” Jungkook said, eyes scanning the painted canvas that was your neck.

“Why so?” Not quite processing his words, you looked at the other, hand still stroking the tender patches of skin.

“Because of those” Jungkook’s point finger pointed to his neck. It was completely clear, bronze skin not marked at all. There was only one small pink patch on his left collarbone that proudly stood out. Shaking your head at him, you murmured an ‘it’s okay’ and moved on to point something out.

“You’re not going to hide your hickey?”

“Why would I?” The other answered nonchalantly, as a matter of fact. His untroubled way of speaking was vaguely shocking. Maybe Jungkook doesn’t care about hickeys, maybe he’s been marked so many times that they’ve lost meaning for him. The more the possibilities piled up, the more your heart deflated.

“Maybe I want to show it off?” That remark had your neck snapping to look at him. With wide eyes, you observed how the corners of Jungkook’s lips moved upwards, obviously entertained by the reaction. He decided to push it on.

“I don’t let just anyone mark me, darling” There it was again. Although not in his bedroom anymore, the name rolled off Jungkook’s tongue oh so enticingly. With eyebrows risen and a dumbstruck expression, you continued looking at the man. Albeit he hadn’t mentioned it, the words of your best friends replayed in your mind.

Jeon Jungkook never marks girls.

There was always this tiny voice whispering in the back of your mind. The thought fairy would often tell you things you were being suspicious of and currently, she was being extremely noisy. She screamed exceedingly loud, knocked on the doors of your mind, begged for someone to open and hear her out.

The more you tried to shoo her away, the more determined she grew. The more you looked at Jungkook, the more his emotions showed. Your heartbeat quickened and you felt lost. Jungkook noticed the way your irises shook, uncertain about where to look at. He also caught on to how you shuffled in the spot, troubled with what to do. Without much reason, it began to worry him and Jungkook reached out for your hand. The man noticed how cold it was fast, the heat completely drained. Bringing it to his lips, Jungkook began to rub and blow down on your palm.

The heart inside of your chest beat stronger than ever until it finally exploded when the male landed a light kiss on the heel of your hand. Jungkook did it so casually, almost as if he wasn't aware of his actions. Just as the move was about to be repeated, you retreaded and stood up. Another breeze of cold air caressed your skin and you shivered, using the perfect opportunity to head back to the hotel.

“It's cold. We should head inside?” The statement sounded more like a suggestion, but the other seemed not to care. You were about to turn around after helping Jungkook stand up, but something firm and rough made you trip. A hiss tore from your throat upon the sharp pain in your ankle, but fortunately, the fall never happened. Jungkook was there to catch and pull you back into his chest.

“Your ankle” Jungkook noted, giving you a second to regain balance before he crouched down and inspected the scrape. It wasn’t serious, but there was a generous amount of blood trickling down the soft skin. The man trailed a thumb over it, causing you to hiss once again. Jungkook took his time, inspecting the wound for a few moments, then let out a loud ‘tsk’ and stood up.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures” Jungkook said as a matter of fact, then without giving enough time to react, picked you up in his arms. Yelling in surprise, you latched onto his neck, head nudging deeper into his chest. The other smiled and began walking, arms securing a tight hold around your body that began to twist.

“Jungkook! Let me down I can walk” Although you were trying to turn and break free with all of your might, his hold was stronger and the tries were deemed failures.

“There’s sand in your wound already, we don’t need any more of it” Jungkook chuckled, but you weren’t going to back down so easily, shoulders continuing to roll and legs swinging up and down with more force.

“Jeez calm down!” He said, voice stern and eyebrows furrowed in a frown. Jungkook’s sudden change of demeanor had you taken aback as the atmosphere changed and you immediately stopped being so childish. Relaxing in his hold and letting the legs fall down freely, you listened to Jungkook’s breathy laugh.

“Got you there, didn’t I?” Oh, how you wished you could be mad at the other. Still, Jungkook’s bunny teeth that peeked out as his eyes turned into crescent moons didn’t allow you to feel such way. Punching his muscular shoulder, you huffed in annoyance, cuddling deeper into Jungkook’s strong chest.

“Whatever, Jeon”

Once again, careless. Jungkook carried your asleep figure up the stairs as if you weighed nothing. His steps were careful and even, afraid that even the slightest change in rhythm would wake the sleeping beauty up. Somehow, you managed to fall asleep to Jungkook's quiet singing on the way back. This time though, Jungkook didn’t rush past the open door of the disco, but maybe even slowed down. He actually wanted to be seen like this; he wanted everyone to know that you were his and off-limits for anyone else.

The second Jungkook turned the corner and entered the long corridor of hotel rooms, a silent ‘click’ echoed through the empty space. Paying it no mind, he walked forward, reaching your room in no time. Jungkook jerked his shoulder carefully, watching as your eyes fluttered open. There was a shy smile on his face as you were cautiously lowered to the ground. The clicking sound once again occurred, albeit this time it passed by unnoticed.

“Thank you” Was all that you managed to say, with voice small and groggy. Expecting an answer from Jungkook before parting ways, you stood before him, waiting. There was a long moment of silence, shared by two people who didn’t want to let go. Instead of a verbal reply, Jungkook responded by pushing you against the door and leaning in. His lips attacked yours in a short but sensual kiss. Another click.

Suddenly, it became too much for your heart once again. The fairy was celebrating for some reason, her cheerful jumps around your mind not allowing you to think straight. Jungkook observed with curious eyes, finding the way your irises abruptly began quivering quite perplexing.

“I’ve got to go” You mumbled, finally retrieving clear thoughts. Jungkook frowned but let go, sensing that something wasn’t completely right. He wanted to ask what was happening, but you managed to pull out the card and open the door so fast, that he wasn’t able to.

Jungkook looked at the closed door of your hotel room for a while, before turning to walk through his own. He realized that there’ll be enough time to talk to you about it tomorrow.

When the corridor was accounted clear, two short creatures emerged from behind the corner. Their bodies moved swiftly but attentively as they dashed towards the other end of the hallway, phones in hands. All that could be heard were their laughs as they distanced further away from that corner.

You were woken up by the not-so-quiet chatter of your best friends. Their voices were perfectly clear and it was possible to immediately catch on to a certain point of the conversation.

“I feel a little bit let down...” April said, disappointment dripping from her words. The female turned to look at you, head shaking as she heaved a loud sigh.

“I actually feel heartbroken and pitiful” Marie added, her own voice nurturing a displeasing undertone you were sure to have never heard before. Whatever they were talking about, wasn’t a likable topic to wake up to. The shortage of knowledge made you concerned and you shuffled nervously, turning around to look at them.

Complete and dreadful silence fell upon the room, rising the tension that was already there. The three females looked at you with indifferent eyes, as if they were aware you were listening. Their expressions were empty, lips in thin lines and eyes focused on the same place. Marie cocked her head to the side, right eyebrow raised. Then, after a long sigh, she stood up and approached you.

“Well, good morning, miss Jeon” She tried breaking some of the pressure in your shoulders with a light smack and an awfully fake smile. Marie’s eyes were nervously jumping between Jackie and April, trying to get them to support whatever she was doing. Her voice was different and it had you flinching at the deviation.

“Excuse me?” You replied, evidently shocked at being called such a name.

“Ah, those wild teenage years, ditching friends to hang out with that handsome, bad boy” Jackie said with such a dramatic tone that it almost diverted your attention from the meaning of her words. While Jackie’s small act looked hilarious, head thrown back and the heel of her hand pressed against her forehead, you couldn’t laugh.

“How did you-” Being caught in the act, the only reaction you could give was one of disbelief and curiosity. Clearly, they were aware of your whereabouts from last night, but how come? Did Jungkook tell them? Did they see you? Did someone else know?

Instead of a verbal answer, Marie reached out and picked up the small device from the nightstand. She unlocked it and tapped on the Instagram app, groaning once it finally opened. Without any more action, Marie handed her phone and allowed your eyes to scan the scandalous pictures before you.

They were photographs from last night, taken from a weird angle and a generous distance. Despite all of that, the camera managed to catch the shots in perfect quality. They showcased you and Jungkook in a few poses. The first one was Jungkook carrying you, the second was him waking you up, back turned towards the camera and the third one, probably the worst one – Jungkook kissing you.

The more you looked at them, the more they looked surreal. Your eyes welled up with tears as they gazed over the caption.

Well, that’s another bet that Jeon managed to win. Is there something he can’t do?

The girl who posted the pictures, being one of the biggest gossipers, was well known around the school. Judging by her status and the number of likes the post had, there was no doubt that at least half of the whole year saw what happened last night. For some reason, you dared to open up the comments, a tear falling upon reading the most popular ones.

Wow never knew she was that easy...

↳ I think this is his new record lol

Really? Her?

Yikes

No playing around with Jeon Jungkook, straight business haha!

Giving the phone back to Marie with no words, you stood up and walked towards the bathroom. Your feet were dragged along the rough carpet and over the cold tiles. Sitting down on the toilet and burying your head into two helpless hands, you began crying. Quiet sobs and vibrating breaths escaped through your barely parted lips, tears falling as if they were racing with each other.

Why were you crying? What was it exactly that hurt? Was it their comments, their degrading words?

Or was it the fear of being used by Jungkook? The realization that all of this has been one big bet?

Thoughts similar to such only fueled the tears, until you just couldn’t cry anymore. The mention of being ‘yet another one’ in the line of girls Jungkook slept with, made you feel nasty. On top of that, his little sly game was a bet all along. You wanted to feel angry and annoyed, but couldn’t. Weren’t you playing with him too? Wasn’t all of this just a plan to make Jungkook fall for someone? Catching feelings has never been the goal and it turned out to be quite big collateral damage.

Sooner than later, you wiped the wet trails on your cheeks and stood up. Giving a pitiful thumbs up to the reflection in the mirror, you brushed your teeth and hair with little to no motivation. There was still some pride to maintain and no reason to give up on looking nice.

When outside, the three females picked out an outfit and helped you put it on, adding a few decorative accessories to spice the look up. Slight guilt washed over you upon recalling how they got to know about your last night rendezvous. The first one to inform them should’ve been their best friend and not some disgraceful Instagram post. Even though it was evident that they were slightly disturbed, apart from what you’ve heard before, none of them mentioned it anymore.

Although no one dared to say anything as you walked towards the restaurant, there were hundreds of mocking looks that were thrown in your direction. Their taunting smiles only grew bigger whenever you spared them a glance, so you simply decided not to pay attention anymore. It never occurred to you as to why people loved to butt their noses into others’ lives - why they enjoyed gossip so much.

It might’ve been because the restaurant is so spacious, but the atmosphere grew lighter and more breathable. In here, the students were focused on the delicious breakfast and their friends instead of you. Walking behind everyone, your eyes ran over the whole room, searching for one person without much reason. Catching no glimpse of the familiar dark locks, you sighed, head hanging low. Two steps later, a hand enveloped your wrist and pulled you backward.

Only after turning around, did you see Jungkook. He was facing forwards, right hand extended backward as he pulled you outside of the hotel. The steps the man was taking were hurried and long, while his strong grip on your wrist forced you to match the quick strides. Students that were late to breakfast walked past you, shocked expressions on their face and all you could do was smile pitifully.

Jungkook stopped in the middle of the parking lot in front of the hotel. The sun outside was now sheltered, it’s rays fighting to pass through the gaps between grey clouds. For the first time during the trip, the sky wasn’t clear. It was grey and gloomy, and you supposed that it would rain today.

You were extremely hesitant in showing any kind of reaction when the other turned around. There was a generous amount of distrust in your eyes, which made Jungkook’s chest ache. He had no fears, but he was scared of losing you. The whole relationship was walking on an extremely thin line.

Jungkook looked upset, irises quivering as he studied your features. There was so much going on inside of his eyes, but the most noticeable was the layer of tears around them. Jungkook never cried, and seeing the male like this wasn’t such a wishful sight. Even in such a hesitant state, you reached upwards to wipe the tears that threatened to spill from the corner of his eyes. Just then, Jungkook grabbed both of your wrists and held them tight. His breathing quickened, chest heaving up and down faster.

“I’m sorry” Jungkook said, voice weak but clear. Being addressed with such a tone hurt. You gulped, feeling sudden weight pulling your chest down. The grip was still strong on your wrists; you’d run away and Jungkook was afraid of letting go. He didn’t know what to say to make the situation better, but it was clear that if he remained silent, it would only be worse.

“I... I should’ve been more careful” The male continued, seeing as you weren’t going to say anything yet. Your eyes were empty and Jungkook felt his hands tremble. Emotion, there was no emotion – it was frightening, to say the least. How did he manage to lose you so fast?

“But there was no bet, I don’t know what they’re talking about...” Jungkook added, his voice breaking at most of the words. The noise of rustling leaves and wind carried the sound of his sighs far away from your ears. The light breeze was turning into a strong wind and the grey clouds from before appeared much darker.

“Please don’t listen to them, it’s all lies”

“Then who or what should I be listening to, Jungkook?” You replied, gaze piercing right through his brown eyes. At that moment, it was possible to read Jungkook’s emotions and thoughts. They were all one big blur, a huge tangled yarn. Truly, he was hurt. You were searching for a third party, someone else to believe when he was right there, right in front of you. A drop of rain fell on his head.

Moving one of your hands towards his chest, Jungkook took a deep breath, then held it. Sure enough, his heartbeat was horrendously quick, similar to the one in a bunny. When your eyes met again, Jungkook spoke.

“That’s what” With that, the male leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. Then, as if timed, it began raining. Even in such a circumstance, when the harmless drops turned into a downpour, Jungkook wasn’t letting you go. He kissed you slowly as if the time of your universe was in his hands.

The words hadn’t registered in your mind immediately, which led to a delayed reaction. When the kiss broke, you pushed his chest slightly, creating some distance. Frowning and holding your head hung low, the goal was to avoid Jungkook’s eyes. His expression was one of pure shock, but unfortunately, it went by unnoticed.

So little time but so many expectations for a response. It was your turn to have clouded thoughts, with hands trembling while trying to grasp the situation. You could be holding a thing so important to someone right now. That, or you could be playing a victim in another one of his bets.

You needed time to breathe.

“I... I’ll catch you later” Jungkook reached out to grab ahold of you, but it was too late. You were already out of reach, running back through thick rain. Jungkook was standing in the parking lot, left with the most heartbroken expression. The rain had drenched his clothes completely, hair sticking to his face, yet he didn’t mind. Jungkook didn’t mind as he sat down on the wet asphalt and watched the way you fought your way through a mass of students gathered at the entrance.

Jungkook’s phone vibrated from the inside of his jeans pocket. Although they were drenched and the device was probably damaged, the male made no effort to shield it from water. He reached back, pulled it out and checked the screen. The rain made the phone slippery and its screen blurry, but Jungkook was still able to read the message.

William – 15 sec ago

10pm sharp at the café behind the hotel tonight. This is the last time, Jeon.

It took Jungkook a second to completely process William’s words and what he meant by them. Despite not having to do so, the other was creating one last chance for his best friend. Jungkook was so immensely thankful. He looked upwards and somehow caught the sight of William at the window, head shaking with his usual dissatisfied expression.

The three females ran after you, steps quick but firm as they tried not to slip on the puddles of water on the floor. Their words weren’t loud enough to overpower the deafening sound of your upset heart. Every single noise that would’ve usually attracted attention, was now too insignificant as Jungkook’s words kept replaying in your head.

That’s what.

The little fairy celebrated, happy to be right once more. She yelled again, told you that his words were what you wanted to hear all along, that you’ve finally won the game. Jeon Jungkook’s finally hooked on someone, just as planned. The man has been defeated and put in his place, she thought.

But the fairy had no connections with your chest. She wasn’t aware of how happy your heart became, or how beautiful the melody of your heartbeat was.

Jungkook’s words were certainly what you wanted to hear. While your head said that it’s because Jungkook was finally hooked on someone, your heart said that it’s because Jungkook was hooked on you.

When inside the room, you rushed towards the bathroom. The hot shower offered enough time to relax and clear your thoughts, mind finally back to working normally.

April and Marie sat on the beds while you showered, wondering where the last member has disappeared. As if summoned, Jackie entered inside just a few seconds later, a grin playing on her lips. She sat beside the two and remained silent until you came out of the bathroom. April stood up and helped pick clean clothes, motioning for Jackie to talk.

“I heard something awesome” The female’s voice was cheerful and happy, ready to deliver what seemed like the best news of your lives. With such an introduction, Jackie had the attention of her best friends fast. “They’re serving mousse cakes at the café!”

Hearing ‘mousse cake’ had your head jerking in Jackie’s direction, hands almost letting go of the towel. April grabbed your sides quick, preventing the cloth from dropping and earning a quick ‘thanks’ in return. You’ve always wanted to try a mousse cake; the pretty pictures and videos on Instagram always looked so delicious.

“Let’s go try it tonight!” Marie exclaimed; happiness evident in her tone. Although she had no clue about Jackie’s plan, she was following it surprisingly well.

“10 sounds well?” Jackie risked, aware that the sudden suggestion of time might be a bit suspicious. April coughed and shot Jackie a sneaky look before speaking up.

“Yeah, we might as well avoid the big crowds at that time” While rummaging through your bag, April glanced at the other from the corner of her eye. Marie looked between the two of them quietly, trying to understand what was happening. Being the only oblivious one, you were brushing your wet hair, not paying attention to their suspicious behavior. April handed over the last piece of clothing and a blow dryer, suddenly pushing you towards the bathroom.

Once the blow dryer was turned on, and the sound began echoing throughout your room, the three deemed that it was safe to talk normally. April, who sat in the middle, laughed and shook her head.

“William, huh?” She said, watching Jackie’s expression turn astonished and Marie’s confused. The first clapped quietly while nodding, fascinated by the guessing skills of her best friend.

“He’s putting too much effort into Jungkook’s business...” Marie wandered off at the end of her sentence, looking thoughtfully at an invisible dot on the wall. “Why’s William so bothered about it?”

“Because his best friend has no balls to act upon his crush alone” Jackie replied with the calmest voice as if what she has just said is everyday news. Honestly, it probably was everyday news at this point. And while all of them had that little amount of suspicion in the back of their mind, a verbal confirmation still appeared shocking.

“Holy fuck, she succeeded guys” Marie gasped, hand coming over her mouth to cover evident astonishment.

“She most certainly did, but...” Jackie mumbled, a worried look on her face giving off what she was currently feeling. Her thought although not finished, was clear to the other two and they nodded along, understanding what their best friend meant.

You most certainly succeeded at your plan, but what now? What now when it was obvious your heart was as yearning as Jungkook’s? That wasn’t a part of the plan, but you weren’t to blame, and neither was Jungkook. Emotions probably wouldn’t have gotten involved if the encounters were limited to sexual activity only. Arousing touches and quiet whimpers were nice, but his tight holds, passionate kisses and glances full of adoration were the ones which unconsciously lured you in. The way Jungkook’s pupils would expand when locking on you and the fact that he viewed you like the last drop of water in his palm. How could all of that be a stupid act? How?

Your and Jungkook’s friends could barely act on the situation. In the end, it was your own actions and conclusions that will make the final decision.

Marie took one last look at the bathroom door, more out of suspicion than anything else, before she spoke: “So how are we going to pull this out?”

For an unknown reason, the girls suggested that you dress up nicely. Not refusing their proposal, you picked out a cute and soft outfit, something that will match well with the adorable pastel design of the café. It consisted of a loose baby pink t-shirt that was tucked inside of white jeans and then paired up with pink shoes. Your makeup was minimal, light foundation and concealer as well as your brows, all done in a matter of five minutes. The excitement on your face was evident, you were ready to try the beautiful sweet for the first time ever.

There was a slight jump to your walk as you hummed the melody of a favorite song. You paced before everyone; chin held high and smile wide. The chimes on the ceiling sounded once the door was opened, your eyes immediately locking on the beautiful and colorful mousse cakes. To a passerby, you looked like a child in a candy shop, eyes devouring whatever was before them. To be honest, that was probably true. You were a grown child ogling all the sweets with the happiest grin on her face.

Shortly after, the chimes above the door sounded again, indicating somebody’s entrance. Dismissing it as your best friends, you continued eying the copious display until someone gripped your wrist. The familiar warmth spread fast and you turned around, gaze tearing away from a peach cake, to meet Jungkook.

The male was dressed casually, ripped denim jeans with a black hoodie. His hair was messy, eyes hooded and protected by a pair of thin, round glasses. Jungkook’s lips weren’t forming a smile or a smirk, but a strong frown. As he stood just a breath away, it was possible to see your reflection in his expanded pupils.

The serenity of the moment was destroyed as you looked away, eyes now trained on the glass. Glancing through the windows of the café, you caught no glimpse of your best friends. They always seemed to disappear at the worst possible times, and it was slowly becoming clear why.

“We need to talk” Jungkook said with a voice that was surprisingly calm. His point finger came up to push your chin back in its previous position – eyes once again locking. The man evidently didn’t care that you were in public and this close, for he had even turned around and ordered for you.

“Two of triple chocolate, please” Jungkook pointed towards the display. With one hand, he began rummaging through his pockets for the money to pay, while the other still held your wrist. Jungkook found the notes relatively quick and handed them over, not accepting the change and only taking the plate with cakes in return.

You were dragged outside and behind the café, into its miniature garden. There were many tables, but surprisingly, none were taken. Jungkook chose one fast and put the plate down on it, then pulled a chair out for you to sit in. The garden was exposed to the beautiful open sea, granting a stunning view to easily get lost in. Spacing out, you almost forgot about Jungkook’s presence until the man cleared his throat and gained your attention.

“So...” Jungkook started but soon realized that he didn’t feel as brave as before. A hand came up to scratch the back of his neck and tension began to show in his eyes.

“So?” You asked back, picking up a spoon and pushing it into the soft delicacy. All while cutting through the cake, you watched Jungkook, anticipating his words. There was a sharp intake of breath from the other before he decided to continue.

“I like you” Jungkook whispered, head hanging low immediately after those words left his lips. The man was blushing, his cheeks now the prettiest shade of pink. He avoided your gaze and hoped that his burning skin would cool down fast. After a few seconds of silence, Jungkook managed to gather enough courage to continue.

“I like you so fucking much, it’s indescribable” He resumed, gaze lifting slightly to check your reaction. Jungkook’s hands were positioned under the table, hiding his fingers that nervously fidgeted. “There was no bet to fuel my actions, just...just my heart”.

Even though a smile was suppressed, the pink patches on your cheeks gave out the way you felt. Whilst Jungkook probably would’ve liked to, he wasn’t able to feel how your heart desired to jump out. It was creating a huge mess inside of your chest and waking up the butterflies inside of your stomach. Jungkook was sincerely confessing; finally wording his feelings and proving that none of his actions were play-pretend.

“Three months ago, you walked inside of my heart and made yourself at home” The other spoke, catching the smile that finally broke out on your lips. Although more confident, Jungkook’s eyes couldn’t linger on yours for too long, afraid that he’d get lost and forget what he wanted to say.

“That night when we were losing a period and went to the park together...” Jungkook remembered, taking you back to the exact date of his story. The history professor called in sick and the class decided to spend that period together. Gathering around in a nearby park, everyone feasted on leftover snacks and talked while music played through a Bluetooth speaker. Much like many of your friends, you sang and danced to the songs as if it was your last. The passerby would lock their eyes on the group for a second too long, happiness visible on their faces as they reminisced about their own teenage days.

Jungkook’s eyes were locked on you most of the time. Back then, you thought the man was only judging you for acting such a way. Oh, how wrong one could be.

“Even back then, you looked like an angel. The lights illuminated your face in such ways that your skin glowed. You were smiling all the time and the fact that you weren’t even the slightest bit embarrassed while shouting the lyrics to ‘In the name of love’. Gosh, baby, you weren’t hitting any of those notes, but it was adorable”

Jungkook’s remark had you laughing loud, remembering just how Marie yelled ‘you sound like a dying whale’ after the first chorus. The man smiled while he watched you lean backward in the chair, chuckling with hands covering your stomach. The sound of your laughs grew to be one of his favorite sounds and he wished to hear it every day.

“Gee, thanks, and here I was, thinking about pursuing singing if everything else fails” You joked, looking at Jungkook’s shocked expression through teary eyes. Jungkook shook his head as if to dismiss your plans, before continuing his speech.

“Honestly, I don’t care that you sound like a dying whale, as long as you’re my dying whale” The man added onto the joke, seeing as you were more than open for it. The comment only had you smiling wider, heart swelling and expanding to an impossible size.

“And since that day, you give me reasons to like you more with each passing day, whether it’s your acts of kindness, bad jokes or shy smiles. Actually, at this point, it’s just...everything about you” Jungkook now held your eyes, anxiety long gone. It was his first and last chance at this, so he had to make the most of it.

“Then this school trip came...” You mumbled, the blush from before reappearing on your cheeks.

“I don’t know what made you accept, but the moment you fell onto my sheets, I realized I was far too gone” He spoke with such integrity, that it crushed your heart. You agreed to it only because Marie set the dare, while Jungkook probably had to sustain his heart from jumping out every time you came close.

Silence fell upon the small space, only sound being the waves and light breeze tickling the leaves of palms far away. Jungkook looked hesitant as if he had something else to say, so you allowed him a second to decide what to do.

“I told you all of that, hoping you’ll understand and notice how much you mean to me...” He trailed off, his sentence slowly fading out at the end. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to relieve sudden tension, Jungkook added.

“So, I hope that you’ll be generous enough to give me a chance?” That was it. Jungkook dropped the question. The upcoming few seconds were the longest and most painful in his life. He caught the way your smile disappeared, and you began fidgeting, so Jungkook instinctively reached out for your hand and with pleading eyes, whispered.

“Please don’t run away this time, just give me an answer”

The tone Jungkook used to say those words, served as a punch to your heart. Letting go of the other’s hand, you stood up immediately. Before the man could let panic show in his eyes, you took two steps around the circular table. With a swift movement, you sat on his lap, hands coming up to cradle his warm cheeks. Jungkook’s hands naturally came to rest at your hips, caressing the clothed piece of skin for reassurance.

“I don’t know what it is with you Jeon Jungkook...” You whispered, leaning closer so your noses were touching. The contact was light, but enough to make Jungkook chuckle. “You’ve made me feel confused, flustered, hot, worried, happy – every single emotion possible, in just a span of a few days...and I like it”

Jungkook relaxed underneath you, his knee that was previously jumping in place now still. Apart from his knee, Jungkook’s breathing calmed too and his eyes looked more serene.

“I liked how different each of our encounters was, from heated dances in the disco to peaceful walks on the beach” Continuing, you observed how Jungkook’s eyes turned into thin slits as he smiled.

“I liked how mindful you were, and how much attention you were willing to give” The words kept spilling, and at this point, you weren’t even sure where from.

“Then today came and... fuck I was so horrified” You looked away for the first time, wiping your sweaty hands on the soft material of the pink shirt. The man’s smile turned into a frown and he tilted his head, put down by the memory of today’s happenings.

“Horrified because I didn’t want to believe that it was an act...I didn’t want to lose you” Whispering in a small voice, you smiled. Upon hearing those words, Jungkook’s grin was back, much bigger than before. His heart was leaping and running circles because you actually cared about him. Jungkook waited patiently for your speech to end, for a chance to kiss and hug you like he had always wanted.

“And I’m sorry that my fear made me unwillingly stand you up today...” After reaching up and tapping Jungkook’s nose, your hand moved higher and took off his glasses. Rising an eyebrow at the other, you leaned closer, lips just mere millimeters away from his.

“But here I am right now, to tell you that I like you too” With that, you closed in the insignificant distance and kissed him. The contact was short, way shorter than some of the kisses the two of you shared in the past; yet it carried much more meaning. Two quickened heartbeats weren’t being merciful, the need for oxygen unbearable as both of you gasped for air.

Jungkook scanned your flustered face for a couple of seconds, enjoying the beauty of his girl. Not long after, he reached behind you with one hand, the sound of metal meeting porcelain soon filling the small space around. Jungkook cut a generous part of the cake and brought it to your lips. Accepting the piece, you savored the beautiful taste on your tongue. It was way better than anyone could imagine, the three different types of chocolate perfectly mixing together.

“We have forgotten about the cake...” You said with a pout, a smear of chocolate left on the corner of your lips. Jungkook was quick to wipe it off with his thumb, then peck the mentioned area, earning a giggle in return. He was about to get another scoop of the cake, but leaned back, seemingly remembering something to say.

“Well, what can I do when I have something much sweeter in front of me” Jungkook replied, the representative smirk finally back on his features. Hearing such a reply, made you frown and push his chest lightly.

“Ew, you’re just too cheesy Jeon”

Jungkook had you pushed up against the white wooden door, littering kisses on the sensitive area of your neck. His hands were roaming around an invisible path starting at your shoulder blades and finishing at your ass. Jungkook groped the flesh roughly, his fingertips leaving temporary bruises on the already ruined skin. Your hands scratched his muscular back, nails painting red lines that caused the other to moan.

Jungkook could never get enough of his hickeys on your skin, therefore yearning to leave as many of them as possible. Whimpers of his name spilled through your lips like a mantra, making Jungkook smirk. Oh, how much he loved hearing those.

Soon enough, you were picked up and carried a few steps back, towards the bed. Jungkook then climbed over, continuing his abuse on your lips. The man was damned, for he was too good at making you feel incredibly aroused. Even the kisses Jungkook delivered were a form of torture, his lips leaving burning spots on yours.

One of Jungkook’s hands wandered down, fingers gripping the hem of your shirt and pulling down on it. Understanding his silent demand, your back arched and you took the top off in a swift motion. A beautiful, lacy black bralette was exposed. Jungkook audibly gasped at the sight, his eyebrow raising and smirk widening. Then, the man lifted the waistband of your white pants and peeked inside. Surely enough, he caught a glimpse of matching black panties.

“Oh? Who did you dress up so provocatively for, baby?” Of course, Jungkook was only teasing, but secretly, he wanted to believe that you did it because of him. Who wouldn’t?

“I don’t know... could you tell me?” Biting back, you let a cheeky smirk break out. Jungkook frowned at the reply, his gaze turning serious all of the sudden. Soon, there was a light slap on your clothed thigh. It wasn’t strong enough to hurt, but sufficient to remind you how to act. Instantly, your head shamefully turned away, but the man had none of that. He grabbed your jaw and held it in its previous position.

“You’re not in the position to talk back like that, darling” Jungkook all but growled, his hold becoming tighter with each word. At this point, it began to hurt slightly, but before the contact became too much, he let go.

“I don’t touch you for twenty-four hours and you suddenly forget your manners? Pathetic” The words were degrading and growing stronger with each comment. Still, every now and then, the man occasionally glanced up at you with less lustful and more careful eyes, checking if his vocabulary was okay.

“Shouldn’t you remind me, then?” Riling Jungkook up proved to be great fun. He couldn’t believe how ballsy you were getting, especially when not aware of the things he could make you do as punishment. Jungkook delivered another slap to your thigh, earning a sharp gasp in return.

“What I should do is shut you up” Jungkook’s voice was strong and authoritative. Such a tone sent another wave of arousal through your body, the wetness of your center now becoming way too much to bear. Your thighs rubbed together to relieve some tension, which didn’t go by unnoticed. Jungkook looked at you, then with an eyebrow raised and jaw clenched, laughed mockingly.

“I don’t think so, honey. On the ground” He motioned downwards with a point finger. The male didn’t offer a helping hand, for he was unbuttoning the tight denim jeans and watching you with sultry eyes. Obeying the orders, you crawled off the bed and kneeled on the ground, hands neatly placed on your thighs. Predicting Jungkook’s next moves, you then reached out and helped him pull the offending clothes off.

Once Jungkook’s cock was free from any restraints, you leaned closer, ready to taste him. Only a few millimeters away, you were pulled by your hair, which Jungkook tugged on pretty harshly. You were forced to look up, while Jungkook gripped his erection and then slapped you with it numerous times. Tiny beads of precum leaked from the tip and painted your cheeks, your tongue darting out to pick up whatever available. Instead of pulling it back, you held the muscle out, watching the other full of expectation.

Jungkook was pleasantly surprised. Leading his cock and tapping it on your extended muscle, he allowed a second to prepare before thrusting in. Struggling to breathe, the gag reflex caused your throat to spasm around the dick in your mouth. The weight of Jungkook’s member on your tongue was pleasant, your muffled moans sending vibrations over the other’s skin. Before Jungkook managed to lose himself in the feeling of pleasure, he caught you fighting for breath. He pulled out and allowed three proper breaths before thrusting back in.

This time, instead of chocking you with his cock, Jungkook decided on throat fucking you. With head held in place and lips opened wide, you tried to suck and swallow around the member that was shoved inside with a brutal pace. Copious amount of spit dribbled down your chin and coated both Jungkook’s cock and balls, making the entrance that much filthier every time. The male gripped the underside of your jaw, feeling whenever your throat opened to welcome him.

Slurping sounds echoed throughout the room and the other moaned whenever you swallowed around him. Soon, the moment became too hot and Jungkook had to push your head away to prevent himself from coming. He checked if you were okay, the back of his palm wiping the dried tears and spit on your face. Responding with a smile, you leaned in and pecked his lips, immediately retrieving back to the kneeling position. Jungkook nodded, lust in his eyes suddenly exchanged for adoration.

“Up” This time, the male helped you stand up. He laid down on the bed, then propped his head up with one arm to watch your confused figure standing just a few steps away. Jungkook’s cock stood up proudly and he was quick to grasp it in a free hand, an expectant look on his face. “What are you waiting for? Strip”

Not wasting a second, you unbuttoned the white jeans and shimmied out of them. The fabric stuck to your skin due to the rising temperature. Finally, the matching black panties were exposed and you turned around, giving the man a full display of your ass. Swinging your hips enticingly and occasionally delivering a loud slap to the soft flesh, you decided to tease the man while in position to do so.

Unclasping, but not getting rid of the bra immediately, you turned and crouched, legs spread and arms positioned in-between. In such position, the fabric fell off by itself, exposing your breasts to the other. Kneading them and pinching the sensitive buds, you whined, eyes closing for a quick moment. Jungkook then sat up, but was soon pushed back, a teasing smile on your lips. The fabric was thrown somewhere far away and you started taking the panties off in a torturous pace. Hips swaying left and right, the cloth was lowered centimeter by centimeter. Their middle stuck to your lower lips, proving just how aroused you were. Jungkook only stared at the place of contact with lustful eyes.

Once completely bare, your hands ran over the heated skin. Jungkook’s breath hitched as you dropped on all fours and began approaching him like a cat. When just a breath away, you sat up and held the man’s open thighs, opting to deliver a kiss to the tip of his cock. Jungkook’s head was thrown back, but he regained control fast, instantly sitting up and pulling you on his lap. The male opened one of the nightstands and pulled out a condom, rolling it on in record time. The thick member rested in between your legs and Jungkook guided your hips down and over it.

His grip tightened every time the tip caught at your entrance, most probably leaving bruises on the soft skin. Excitement bubbled up at the thought of being painted with his marks until there was no clear patch of skin.

The teasing was deemed too much for both and your pussy ached to finally be filled. Therefore, you reached behind and grabbed Jungkook’s member, positioning it under your entrance before lowering down on it. Jungkook hissed and you whimpered, not quite expecting the pain that followed. No matter how prepared you thought you were, the slide hurt a bit. Just then, did it occur that you didn’t prep yourself and neither has Jungkook. For the first time, the man acted somewhat selfish and for an unknown reason, it was extremely arousing.

When impaled on his cock to the hilt, you leaned in and kissed Jungkook. The contact was quick and light, enough to leave the other feeling lightheaded. You circled with your hips first, then turned to raise them up. Spelling coconut proved to be rather interesting, because it gave extreme pleasure to the both of you. His cock managed to touch just the right places; your g-spot constantly abused with every slide in. Your walls squeezed Jungkook tight, but the excessive juices of your arousal allowed him sloppy and fast thrusts.

“Losing control, Jeon?” You teased, a hand coming up to trace invisible patterns on his abs. The contact tickled Jungkook, but he didn't show it, for he had already perched up, face just a breath away from yours. Jungkook smirked, stilling your hips and holding tight. Just being seated inside of your warm cunt like this, was driving the male insane. His tip was touching the heavenly spot and you tried grinding down, attempting to bribe in some more pleasure. Jungkook had none of that.

“Noisy again?” With that, Jungkook pulled out and flipped you over, all but throwing you down on the bed.

“I’ll give you a reason to be noisy, slut” There was no time to react before Jungkook pulled you up on all fours and pushed your head into the mattress. A sharp smack was delivered to your behind, followed by another one, and another one - the final count reaching ten. Whimpers and moans echoed through the room; loud pants barely suppressed by the blanket underneath you. The blows were painful, but the pain turned into pleasure before the next strike was delivered.

“You enjoyed that, didn't you?” Jungkook asked with a dose of annoyance in his tone. You remained motionless, probably not even hearing the question because of the ringing in your ears. Jungkook spanked you again, eliciting a scream in return. “I asked you a question, baby”

“Yes Sir” You replied, there was no use of lying to the other. Jungkook rolled his eyes and tsked in return.

“Of course you did, filthy slut” He replied, gripping his cock and leading it towards your entrance once again. The slide was less painful than last time but equally as pleasurable. Jungkook leaned over and grabbed your hair, pulling you up by it. Your neck was exposed, eyes looking at the ceiling as the other set a merciful pace from the beginning. Jungkook sucked bruises on the tender skin, one hand holding you up and the other going around to rub your clit.

“Fuck, spread your legs” The male replied, noticing how your thighs opened once his fingers ghosted over the sensitive bud. You began to grind on his palm, back arched. Instantly, a slap was delivered to your lower lips.

“You’re being greedy” Jungkook whispered, lips nipping at your earlobe and pulling it down. With eyes closed, you gulped and nodded, fighting the urge to grind down on his fingers once again. The high began to build quick, your walls contracting and squeezing Jungkook, alerting him of the upcoming storm.

“Going to cum already?” He murmured with a mocking tone, hips quickening the already fast pace. His cock thrust into your pussy as if it was molded for him, every pull granting a view of your juices glistening on his shaft. Jungkook moaned at the addictive sight.

“Gonna cream on me like a good slut?” The male added, noticing just how tight you were getting. His words added on to the pleasure, the filthy vocabulary igniting another kind of fire in your cunt.

Every push was stronger than the last one and a minute was all it took for you to cum. Jungkook’s hips were flushed against yours, but still thrusting as if to prolong the pleasure with each touch of your g-spot. His name left your lips like a mantra, growing more desperate with every repetition.

Once calm, Jungkook picked up and flipped you over, inserting himself inside again. The oversensitivity hit and you tried shying away, but Jungkook held your legs open. His thumb played with the sensitive bundle of nerves, making your cunt spasm and hips grind. The oversensitivity began turning into pleasure, Jungkook’s hands working together to keep your lips open while playing with your clit. His gaze was trained down, onto his disappearing member and sloppy mound, heartbeat quickening.

“Your tight cunt is taking it so well, princess” The contrast of his degradation and praise was messing with your head and crotch. Both nicknames made your back arch from the bed, head thrown back, happy to be so good or bad for the other man. “You’re so good for me”

“O-only for you” Bringing the phrase back, you made the other still for a millisecond. From now on, you're going to be good for him only. A feeling of possessiveness was back and the other leaned in, speaking just a breath away from your lips.

“That's right” Jungkook delivered a quick peck to your lips, eyes always locked with yours. “I’m sure a slut like you would open her legs for anyone” Jungkook's words weren't sincere but by the way you sighed and squirmed, he was sure you liked them. Both highs were approaching and Jungkook made sure to fuck you much rougher the closer he got.

“But I won't let you” There was a devilish grin on his face and a possessive look in his eyes. Jungkook gripped your jaw and held it in place, eyes locked while both of your pants mixed in the still air.

“Jungkook, fuck, harder” Jungkook smirked before he picked you up and positioned you to sit on the nearby table. From such an angle, Jungkook was able to pound you like an animal, his hips never once losing rhythm while the table bumped against the wall. The male looked into your eyes, observed just how fucked out you were, his heart swelling with pride.

A hand came up to grasp your breast, pinching and pulling one of the nipples, making your head roll backwards. Jungkook took the opportunity and latched himself on the exposed skin, tongue licking a long stripe along your neck. The other hand suddenly pressed down onto your pelvis and the knot that has been building up, exploded.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Jungkook!” You screamed, hands latching around his neck and head relaxing, back arching from the wall. The orgasm ripped through your body like lightning, legs and arms shaking as Jungkook held you up. He pulled out, but with one hand holding his cock, teased your slit, dragging the head over it. Then, much unexpectedly, a huge mass of liquid exploded from your cunt, wetting both you, the table and the ground underneath it.

Jungkook continued his ministrations until the juices flowed no more, then took the condom off and jerked himself to completion. The white ropes of cum erupted from his cock, mostly painting your stomach, but reaching your tilted chin too.

For a minute, the room was enveloped in silence, while the two looked at each other, trying to still their breathing. Jungkook was the first one to straighten up, his finger scooping some of the cum and pushing it past your lips. You lapped on the finger, tasting the bitter flavor again and the man repeated the action, every time scooping cum from a different part of your body. Then, when satisfied, Jungkook leaned in and kissed you.

“Are you okay?” There was a cautious look in his eyes, which soon disappeared when you smiled and nodded.

“More than okay”

“Let’s get you cleaned up then” Jungkook smiled, his dimples making a shy appearance while his eyes turned into crescent moons. It took him a quick second to throw on a pair of boxers and a shirt before he turned to you again. The male picked you up, then walked towards the bathroom. He sat you down in the shower and kneeled right besides, turning the shower on and checking the temperature. Once the water was warm enough, Jungkook began washing your body, using his own shower gel to clean you up and massage your sore muscles. You sighed, happy to be receiving such a treatment.

When done, Jungkook held you up and wiped the water off with a clean towel, beaming with joy now that you smelt like him. For sure, you’ve tried letting the other know that he doesn’t have to help so much, but Jungkook didn’t want to hear any of that. He’d only look away and pretend to not hear you.

The male dressed you up (in his clothes) and helped brush your hair, then performed another massage on your tired back muscles. Jungkook noticed the way your head dropped and eyes closed, therefore he opted to carefully lay you down on his bed and tucking you in. With a smile, you watched the other leave to the bathroom, probably to clean and take care of himself too.

Jungkook came back into the room to the sight of you sleeping peacefully. You were curled up on one side of the bed, wrapped in a blanket and resembling a burrito, but still leaving enough space for Jungkook to join. He walked the short distance and sat on the bed carefully, as if not to wake you. From there, the male observed your sleeping form, wondering just how lucky and happy he was at this moment. He was so in love but also scared to admit it.

Suddenly, your eyes fluttered open and the two gazes met. Unexpectedly, you slid a hand underneath the blanket and smiled at the other. Jungkook's heart cried from happiness as he placed his hand in yours, fingers interlacing immediately. Just like that, your eyes closed again and the steady breathing resumed.

You too were extremely ecstatic. Everything ended up being okay and even more than that. So many emotions flowed through your mind that if someone was to ask how you felt, you wouldn't know where to begin with. Because you'd tell them that it's happiness, satisfaction, awe, gratitude, content, every single positive emotion one could ever feel. You'd tell them it's exactly what your heart yearned for all this time. This feeling of affection and deep connection.

Jungkook didn’t know what to do. He wished to climb the highest of highs and scream that you were his so everyone in the world could hear. But also, he wanted to cherish this moment with you only, to treasure and remember it forever. Therefore, the male picked up his phone from the nightstand and opened the camera app. He snapped a shot of your interlaced fingers, the lack of proper light making the picture look blurry and grainy. Jungkook didn't mind, for he had already opened the gallery up, found the photo and wrote a new description for it before saving.

“love is a game for two and i'm so glad you're the one i'm playing with”

A/N: Well that’s it! Finally finished! I’m so thankful for all the support this fic has gotten, I never imagined one of my works getting such appreciation. Thank you. Thank you so so much. Each and every one of you who read this fic. Hopefully, you enjoyed this piece as much as I enjoyed writing it and I wish for you to stay with me as we dive further and experience new plots together. See you soon 💜

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