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𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕀𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕖𝕣'𝕤 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕤

(𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕒)

𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘹 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵🤍

𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙩☺️

𝟙 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕟):

✶Resourceful ✶Moves fast ✶Talented ✶Adventurer ✶Gemini/Virgo/Mercury placements or qualities

𝟚 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕤):

✶Diplomat ✶In touch with nature ✶Deep ✶Private ✶Cancer/Moon placements or qualities

𝟛 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤):

✶Luxurious ✶Abundant ✶Beautiful ✶Nurturing ✶Taurus/Venus placements or qualities

𝟜 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕣):

✶Leader ✶Provider ✶Protective ✶Authoritative ✶Aries/Mars placements or qualities

𝟝 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕚𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥):

✶Traditional ✶Mentor ✶Committed ✶Reliable ✶Taurus/Venus placements or qualities

𝟞 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤):

✶Sociable ✶Romantic ✶Takes care of appearance ✶Perceptive ✶Gemini/Mercury placements or qualities

𝟟 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕥):

✶Strong ✶Driven ✶Likes to travel ✶Has a lot of willpower ✶Cancer/Moon placements or qualities

𝟠 (𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙):

✶Independent ✶Knowledgeable ✶Compassionate ✶Courageous ✶Leo/Sun placements or qualities

𝟡 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕥):

✶Self-sufficient ✶Empathetic ✶Wise ✶Spiritual ✶Virgo/Mercury/Saturn placements or qualities

𝟙𝟘 (𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖):

✶Lucky ✶Easy-going ✶Cheerful ✶Educated ✶Taurus/Leo/Scorpio/Aquarius/Sagittarius/Jupiter placements or qualities

𝟙𝟙 (𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕖):

✶Balanced ✶Active ✶Honest ✶Strong moral compass ✶Libra/Venus placements or qualities

𝟙𝟚 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕒𝕟):

✶Unconditionally loving ✶Selfless ✶Calm ✶Sincere ✶Pisces/Neptune placements or qualities

𝟙𝟛 (𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙):

✶Mysterious ✶Transformative ✶Focused ✶Sensual ✶Scorpio/Pluto placements or qualities

𝟙𝟜 (𝕋𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖):

✶Mature ✶Intellectual ✶Easily adapts ✶Patient ✶Sagittarius/Jupiter placements or qualities

𝟙𝟝 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝):

✶Keen ✶Clairvoyant ✶Ambitious ✶Charming ✶Capricorn/Saturn placements or qualities

𝟙𝟞 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣):

✶Fearless ✶Ground-breaking ✶Attractive ✶Spontaneous ✶Scorpio/Aries/Mars placements or qualities

𝟙𝟟 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣):

✶Gifted ✶Creative ✶Stands out ✶Supportive ✶Aquarius/Uranus placements or qualities

𝟙𝟠 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟):

✶Imaginative ✶Intuitive ✶Introverted ✶Artistic ✶Pisces/Neptune placements or qualities

𝟙𝟡 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕟):

✶Generous ✶Optimistic ✶Energetic ✶Charismatic ✶Leo/Sun placements or qualities

𝟚𝟘 (𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥):

✶Mediators ✶Family oriented ✶Healing ✶Assertive ✶Libra/Scorpio/Pluto placements or qualities

𝟚𝟙 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕):

✶Harmonious ✶Fair ✶Full of life experience ✶Charitable ✶Leo/Taurus/Aquarius/Scorpio/Capricorn/Saturn placements or qualities

𝟚𝟚 (𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕠𝕝):

✶Childlike-wonder ✶Values freedom ✶Innocent ✶Explorer ✶Aquarius/Uranus placements or qualities

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘺/𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! 𝘙𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥🤍

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𝔸 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 𝕆𝔽 𝔸 𝔽ℝ𝕀𝔼ℕ𝔻 | ℂℍ. 𝟡

| 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫.

|𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞/𝐚𝐮: 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬,𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭,𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐮, 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭.

| 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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| 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 & 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧��𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬), 𝐬𝐞𝐱 ( 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬), 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬 & 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

| 𝐀/𝐍: 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧...𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

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There are 3 stages in how the body responds to stress: the first of them being the alarmed stage. the central nervous system is awakened, causing adrenaline to pump into the veins, forcing the body to secrete cortisol but some just like to call this fight or flight. Jungkook can feel the rush as he steps down the corridor, his fingers trembling against the Glock gripped inside his hand, his mouth and nose dripping crimson while his mind resides on the image of you, his legs dragging against the carpet underneath him.

 the air turns dense around him and no matter how much he tries to breathe, there just isn’t  sufficient oxygen that can ease the pressure forming between his ribs. his fingers crawl to his neck to loosen the tie that remains pressed against his carotid artery but there isn’t a button he can pop, not a lace he can undue that can erase the image of you pointing a semi-automatic pistol to his head. 

The red tie grips his throat, forming into a noose that asphyxiates him.

He couldn’t sense a gleamer of hesitation in your eyes, not a tremble in your voice as you stood in front of him, finger on the trigger ready to blow his brains out. the memory causes his skin to crawl, a nauseating feeling brewing in his abdomen as he struggles to catch his next breath.

Jungkook recognizes the uneasiness that has taken over his blood stream, the strain it causes on his brain. It had only ever happened once before, after his first murder. The memory arrives unwarranted and as his limbs grow limp with each step he takes, he now imagines himself on the floor, eyes staring empty into nothingness just like the first man he ever killed.

He is rotting inside, his darkest insecurities eating away at his decaying mind, and you hadn’t even pulled the trigger.

Jungkook throws himself against the wall, huffing as he wipes away at the beads of sweat that have formed on his forehead. He’s terrified, his skin running cold but his head burning hot as he tries to collect himself. His eyes sting from the lights above his head and no matter how much he tries to focus, everything around him becomes blurred. He has faced many enemies before, cruel and malicious. The kind of enemies that horror films are written of, blood thirsty and repugnant but they had never mustered to instill fear in him the way you have today.

Perhaps it’s because he has nothing, he can offer you in exchange for his life. after all its his life that you want to take.

You had been a ticking bomb, a disaster waiting to happen and there was nothing he had done to save himself all while he witnessed your hunger from far away, too consumed in his own ego to believe that you would be capable of doing any of this, too reassured in your weakness, quick to disregard your indignation. When he looked into your eyes now, he found emptiness, rid of all hope and desires, things that he himself had ripped away from you and he crumbles under the culpability. All the things he had tried to prevent becoming all the things he has caused.

Jungkook winces as his tongue trails over the swollen corner of his lip, blood pooling inside of his mouth with the bitter reminder of what has transpired and the worst part of all is that he can’t even blame you, couldn’t point a finger at the person whose caused him harm. not when he knows all of this is your retribution, not when he knows that he would’ve done the same. He has been defeated, humiliated and the only person he can point his gun at this time is himself.

panic pumps into him relentlessly and he can only open his mouth to scream, his voice ragged as he yells into the empty corridor, pouring his frustration into the 2 walls that reflect his screams back to him and yet it doesn’t suffice, it doesn’t remedy the pressure building inside of him. his mind can’t comprehend that he needs to surrender and instead he lets vexation takes its place. The feeling is unnerving, and it leaves him spent, the walls caving in on him as he stands there in desperation.

“Jungkook!” a voice calls inside of his mind, faint and distant and he shuts his eyes tightly, trying to bring himself out of the conflict raging in his mind and then he hears the voice once again, much closer this time, startling him out of his frenzied state. he snaps his eyes open and raises his gaze, his eyes meeting Taehyung’s as he races down the corridor. He lets out a heavy sigh, head pounding painfully whilst he wipes away at the blood that drips down his chin.

 “Where the fuck have you been? Theres reporters everywhere!” Taehyung pants, stopping a few inches away from his disheveled friend, his frantic eyes scanning Jungkook’s troubled expression.

“Where's Y/n?” Taehyung asks, peering over Jungkook’s shoulder at the open door behind him but he’s met with silence.

Taehyung drags his eyes back to Jungkook finally noticing the blood on his white shirt and his glassy eyes that glow red under the dim lights. Jungkook can’t bring himself to respond, to admit that you were gone was to admit that he had lost. his chin quivers as he brushes past Taehyung, his movements slow as he tries to find his balance. Taehyung looks down at the gun in his hand, held so tightly it turns Jungkook’s knuckles white.

“Give it to me,” Taehyung sighs, stepping in front of Jungkook and wrapping his hand over it, causing Jungkook to jolt in response.

“Taehyung” Jungkook growls a warning, his eyes glaring into Taehyung with utter rage.

“I understand Jungkook '' Taehyung responds, the gravity of the situation weighing down on him as he realizes that you are gone and what that implicates. “But there’s also 50 cameras out there waiting to snap a picture of you leaving this building, this is not the right time for any of this.” 

“Do you think I give a fuck about the tabloids right now? I COULD FUCKING CARE LESS”

Jungkook’s voice causes Taehyung to step back, his stare faltering as he lowers his head in submission. Taehyung knows Jungkook to be a patient man, the rational one of the lots but he has also borne witness to the mess he can make when he is tested, of emotions that have been contained inside unleashing in the most vile ways.

Taehyung watches as Jungkook stumbles away, his steps uncoordinated and he knows he’s not in the right mental space, it’s painful to witness and he grimaces at the sight.

“Your father is looking for you” Taehyung calls out, his last attempt of snapping Jungkook out of the state he’s currently in and Jungkook stops, his steps pausing as he slowly turns to look at Taehyung. he sighs deeply and releases the grip on the gun, his eyes fluttering closed at the reminder.

He hadn’t even thought about his father, of the way he must be coming apart at the ignominy you have put him through. Unlike Jungkook, his father is far too proud to blame himself for his faults, for the role he’s played in his own downfall and now there was no reputation that held him back, this version of his father would be someone Jungkook has never faced before.

He lays the gun in Taehyung’s hand and walks past him, taking constricted steps as he heads to see his father. His stomach turns with anticipation, he was no stranger to his father’s wrath, the manner in which he assured that everyone could feel his grievances. Too many times he had been at the receiving end of it, starved for saying the wrong things, cane slammed on his back repeatedly when he did something that his father disapproved of. He would like to say he was stronger now, but his skin still held the scars, his brain conditioned to the assaults.

“Thank you” Jungkook mutters on the phone, his expression withdrawn as he ends the call and slips the phone back into the pocket of his suit. He runs his hand through his hair, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips, indication of his drained mind.

Taehyung glances over at him and then lowers his head to the cameras that flash outside of the car windows from the reporters who have remained, seeking answers that neither Jungkook nor Taehyung have. By tonight their faces will be plastered in every media outlet, each one of them jumping to their own conclusion of what kind of people they are but Jungkook can't even begin to concern himself with that matter, his mind preoccupied with the topic of you. 

“She's not home, is she?” Taehyung asks but going off the expression Jungkook wears on his face, that of defeat and utter weariness, he concludes his answer. 

“I didn't expect her to be” Jungkook hums, eyes concentrating on the lights of the city as the car pulls away from the media frenzy outside. Jungkook can't help blaming himself for the events that have transpired because ultimately there’s no one else he can, he had his reasons even if he's never felt compelled to share them with anyone else but not even those justifications can mend what has been done.

Taehyung sighs, studying his friend who sits slumped in the car and he expects Jungkook to react. Anticipating a fit of rage. a shout, a punch, something to release the torment that he knows ripples through him, but it never comes, and that in itself scares Taehyung far more.  

“Are you going to go find her?”  he follows up and in another time the answer would be clear for Jungkook, he has never been shy regarding his need to track you down, always determined to find a way to see you. yet, he knows he's caused irreversible damage with his intentions.

this time he feels no desire to be intrusive.

In his delusion of protection, he had drifted you apart, pushing you to form into the very person he wanted to prevent you from becoming and looking into the eyes of the girl that he yearned to save from the world  all whilst shredding her to pieces never left his mind at ease, looking into the eyes of the girl he dreamed of in his darkest hours while she held him at gunpoint didn't either.

Even if you didn’t remember, the both of you had known each other for a long time now, before the wedding and theatrics, before the parties and the thrills, he could never forget the first time he laid eyes on you. you were pure, sunlight beaming amidst that immorality that entrapped him, you stood out above all the things cruel and vicious, and he had sworn you would be his in every kind of way.

It just never occurred to him that it would be like this.  

“Do you love her?” Taehyung continues and Jungkook glances down at his blood-stained shirt, traces of the sentiment you had of him. He’s not sure if that is the correct word to describe how he feels about you. all he knows is that his skin tenses when he’s around you, sometimes forgetting how to breathe when he sees you enter a room, your scent being the only thing he can remember for days after. It wasn’t in his intentions for things to get so out of hand, but when it comes to you he loses all rationale, his impulsions turning out to be his worst enemy.

He hadn't seen you in years when he heard you would be married off to the Greco family over a year ago, a vile and ruthless family. he had wanted to say it came as a surprise but your father being the notorious money hungry bastard he had come to know, would sell you off to anyone if money was on the table and Jungkook wasn’t shocked in the slightest either when word came around of the 80 billion won offered in exchange for your hand in marriage. It didn't matter if you loved that man or not, it didn't matter that you were smart and coveted, deserving of a man who could love you organically. To your father you were property, and he would sell you to the highest bidder. 

And so that's what Jungkook became. 

“I wouldn't know” Jungkook shrugs, looking away from Taehyung, an uneasy feeling settling inside of him. Jungkook rarely ever expressed himself, harboring his deepest emotions inside until they ripped at the seams, and it served no surprise that even now he couldn’t put a name to what he feels.

He just knows he needs you, in the sickest kind of way.

“I mean i wouldn't drop 98 billion won on someone i don't love but that’s me personally” Taehyung rebuts and sometimes Jungkook really hates how quick-witted Taehyung is, always speaking the truth, unable to read a room to save his life. 

“And then fuck it up by avoiding her and cheating and all the other crazy shit you were doing.” 

“I didn’t cheat” Jungkook clarifies, his jaw locking at the accusation. 

“Huh?” Taehyung asks, brows furrowed as he stares Jungkook down. 

“I know you must’ve probably hit your head pretty hard back there but I know you didn’t forget about Marisa in Ibiza, sunny in Tokyo, Nora from London” Taehyung pauses, noticing the way Jungkook squeezes his fists and avoids his eyes “I mean I can go on, the girls from the country club?.”

 Taehyung doesn’t intend to make Jungkook feel worse about the situation, he’s probably gone through enough for one night, but Taehyung is aware that for some time his friend has lost touch with reason and due to his lack of thinking he’s set in motion a domino effect in which everyone will be trampled, including himself and He fails to conceal the irritation in his voice as he questions Jungkook.

“I fabricated those rumors” Jungkook mutters carelessly, foot taping anxiously as he counts down the minutes until he meets with his father.

“You what?” Taehyung can’t process what Jungkook has said and quite frankly he even considers taking him to a hospital, he wasn’t making any sense and that only further frustrates him. nothing about this had ever made sense to Taehyung. Looking back on the events that took place a year ago he’s unable to understand the turn Jungkook’s life had taken, one day he’s Jungkook son of a criminal tycoon and then the next he’s marrying a girl he’s never even met before.

It was as if he was watching a drama and he had lost the plot.

“I made it all up alright? I paid those girls to go around and say they had sex with me, that way I could have Y/n and distance her all at the same time” Jungkook’s heart pounds in his chest, fists held tight against his lap “ I married her so that she wouldn’t have to marry some sick bastard who would use her for parts and then throw her away like a piece of trash” Jungkook snaps, veins standing from his neck and his face beat red as he finally allows himself to express the insatiable bitterness inside of him.

“if I showed how much I cared, my father would only use her against me, hold it over my head, I know my father, I know the monster whose raised me.”

“You do understand how utterly insane that sounds right?” Taehyung asks, eyes widened as he tries to make sense of the entire situation.

The air falls silent and Taehyung fidgets with his fingers as his brain tumbles with questions and judgements he avoids passing out loud to avoid getting punched in the face and He wishes he had never asked anything to begin with. now he has more questions than answers, glancing over at his friend as if he was sitting next to a psychopath.  

“ I purposely ignored her, I isolated her to those who would try to harm her as a means to harm me and I’d have her followed, ensuring she was always safe” Jungkook sighs, his heart feeling like a ton of bricks, he throws his head back recognizing that he has gone about everything the wrong way and he wants nothing more to turn back time if it could save you and him for the crossroads you both stand in now.

Yet, ultimately he concludes that it was his only choice either way.

“Was it the best decision? No, I know that now” Jungkook speaks with a remorse in his tone, pinching the bridge of his nose as the cars comes to a full stop Infront of his father’s estate.

“But she tried” he breaths, glancing over at Taehyung, despair in his eyes.

“she learned what I liked, she would wait for me at home with home-cooked meals and she would try to hold me, to show me warmth and though I wanted nothing more than to give in” Jungkook pauses, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips and he can’t find the words to explain the turmoil he’s being dealing with and he regrets even having attempted to.

“I made it all up” he repeats, teeth clawing at his bottom lip.

Taehyung releases the breath that he has been holding since the beginning of the conversation and he reaches to pat his friend on the shoulder, still not able to piece the trajectory of his friend’s explanation in his head but opting not to ask any further questions. Jungkook has never been the kind of man to open up and Taehyung doesn’t know how to deal with it, he can’t construct any words that would bring his friend ease.

“I think you should’ve told her the truth” Taehyung confesses what he has been thinking all this time.  

“She wouldn’t have understood, she would’ve looked at me in the same way you do now” Jungkook points out and Taehyung looks away, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I just wanted to save her, to remove her out of the situation her family was putting her in.”

“You know I love you man but there’s no use in playing the victim, Y/n never asked you to do that and now, she hates you for it.” Taehyung states and though his words cause Jungkook dread he knows them to be true.

“i never intended to become her enemy” Jungkook whispers, reflecting over all the times he caused you pain under the guise of keeping you safe, thinking it’s what would be best for you.

“fuck, if you treated me like that you’d be my enemy too” Taehyung responds.

Jungkook braces himself, hand lingering on the doorknob for a second too long before he feels the presence of Taehyung standing next to him, hand gripping his shoulder. He looks up at the wooden door, his mind racing with thoughts that can’t save him from the confrontation he is about to face. He can hear his father’s voice flowing past the walls, a threatened man who now seeks out someone to blame. He twists the doorknob in his hands and pushes the door open, remaining at the entrance with his eyes trained on the scene in front of him.

“You!” his father snaps his head, noticing his son who now stands there, eyes widened, and hands bloodied as his beaten assistant bows before him. Jungkook can feel the hair stand on the back of his neck, can feel himself shriveling back to the 12-year-old boy who hid behind his mother’s skirt when his father would come home under the influence of angered haze, reeking of death and cheap perfume.

His father is nefarious, a man that would stop at nothing to get what he wants and what causes Jungkook fear is not that he stands before him now, it’s the fact that now what his father wants the most is you.

“you good for nothing son of a bitch!” his voice makes the body guards that surround him flinch but Jungkook stands firm, stare unwavering as he witnesses yet another one of his father’s tantrum, his are steps slow and controlled as he walks inside, completely unphased. There's not a morsel of energy left in his body to care, to react to his father’s abuse.

 Mr. Jeon has been humiliated, the mask in which he paraded himself in snatched right from his face, his worst crimes exposed for everyone to see and Jungkook struggles to fight of the urge to smile, even if his own mask has fallen too.

“Please leave us alone” Jungkook requests and he watches as his father’s assistance struggles to stand up, blood dripping from his face as he uses his hands and feet to rise from the ground. Jungkook’s eyes remain on him, a story he’s lived many times replaying in his mind as he waits for everyone to disappear through the door and then his father’s assistant bows, an apology falling from his mouth and Jungkook looks away, unable to see his own reflection any longer.

Jungkook has seen the extent of what the notion of loyalty will do to a person yet his withers with each minute he spends inside this room.

“were the fuck is she?!” his father’s voice slams into Jungkook’s stiff stance but he remains silent, head leaned to the side as he inspects the broken glass on his father’s hands, the  paintings ripped from the walls, and the books that remain scattered along the floor.

“Could you not keep Y/n tame?” Jungkook glares up at his father, his cold demeanor faltering as your name slips out of his mouth, It sounds perverse coming from him, enticing Jungkook to grow repulsed.

Jungkook doesn’t say a word while his father approaches him, fuming and foaming at the mouth. Yet, this no longer makes Jungkook flinch in the way it has in the past, he was standing his ground in a way he had never been able to before, now he had something else to protect besides himself, his father’s intimidation tactics would no longer serve their purpose.

“I knew I would regret picking you up from that bloodied floor, I should’ve let you watch your parents rot in front of you” Mr. Jeon screams with angered eyes, a clock ticking inside of Jungkook’s head the further his father continues to spew out venom, his eyes briefly fluttering shut as he lets it spread into his veins.

Then there’s that reminder, the reminder that that’s all Jungkook is to him, a deal gone wrong, both parents dead and an orphaned boy willing to find love wherever it was given but Jungkook did not know whose hand he would come to hold at the ripe of 6, didn’t know who he would have to stand next to for the rest of his life, bound to a man who murdered his parents for survival.

Mr. Jeon has turned Jungkook into his mere image, what he didn’t have in blood he had made up for it with the blood of others.

 “Look at me boy” Mr. Jeon barks, gripping Jungkook’s face with so much force, his fingers turn white. Jungkook complies, heavy eyes looking into that of the man he had considered a father, of the man who he bowed down to even when his knees resisted.

“you look at me when I speak, You owe me your life, don’t you ever forget that” Mr. Jeon seethes, his hand rising in the air before it slams right across Jungkook’s face, imprinted on his cheek the only love his father can show, the only kind of love he thought that mattered before he met you.

“I only hit you because I love you.”

“I only hit you because I want you to be better.”

“I only hit you because you don’t listen.”

Jungkook turns his face, and he wishes that he can erase the pain in his eyes, wanting to prove his father no longer has control but instead he lowers his head, and he doesn’t protest out of gratitude for his life.

“I thought you were my son, but you are just another poor and filthy rat that I thought I could give home training to, it makes me sick” Mr. Jeon’s words cut deep but Jungkook does not budge, does not scream, hides under his disguise of carelessness in order demonstrate he’s the man that Mr. Jeon has raised.

“a year ago, you come to me begging for this girl’s hand in marriage and I give in because you are my child” Mr. Jeon’s eyes are stern, glaring into his son as if ready to tear him into pieces. “I offer 98 billion won for her and then she make a joke out of it?” Mr. Jeon’s eyes twist in disgust.

“At my fucking expense!” his voice crawls through the walls, echoes pouring out of the closed door and into the corridor in which Taehyung stands, eyes firmly set on the wall in front of him, hands tightened into fists.

“Have I not repaid my debt?” Jungkook finally snaps, a fuse burning inside of him as he allows himself to speak, his voice a mere whisper “Have I not tripled that since the day of my marriage?”

Mr. jeon chuckles coldly, his eyes narrowing on the man who now stands before him, no longer a wailing child yet someone he only views as an object of his own property, his eyes reflect disdain, his mouth going sour as he steps closer to Jungkook.

“There is nothing you can give to me that can repay what I’ve done for you” Mr. Jeon snarls and Jungkook can’t repress the way his stomach lurches as a response, a faint need to throw up forming inside of him. he’s a puppet, a slave and he almost chuckles for thinking he was ever anything else.

they stare at each other in silence, Jungkook feels the rage pooling in the pit of his stomach, the slap his father has delivered burning the skin on his cheek and he wishes that he could lurch forward and clasp his hands around his father’s throat, to release himself from the chains imposed on him from such an early age but he can’t bring himself to do anything else but to take, as he has always done.

Mr. Jeon can see the hate building inside Jungkook’s eyes, forming and spreading the longer they stand there and before his own eyes falter, he looks away and takes a step back.

“Fix this!” his father’s screams.

 “Find her and bring her to me!” he commands and without another word, Jungkook turns. He will find you before his father can, he has caused all of this and now he must protect you at all costs, even if he must go against the very person who has kept him alive all these years. While you strategized wars against him, Jungkook would be reaching to defend you.

And this time he does not bow before his father.

Jungkook brushes past the bodies pressed together on the dance floor, the weight on his waist reminding him of the gun he keeps strapped there for protection. He has just stepped into a lion’s den, a place far out of his territory with 6 of his men standing tall behind him as the fluorescent lights of the night club blind him. His feet move knowingly, following the path he has taken many times before but tonight he has another purpose for his visit, a itch that leads him blind.

Its probably not the best idea for him to be here, not while his brain struggles to form a coherent thought, but he’s grown illogical and no matter how much Taehyung tries to reason with him he can’t stop picturing you when he closes his eyes, growing exhausted with the thought of not having you within reach.

He’s concludes that he misses you, but Taehyung argues that he can’t miss something that has never belonged to him.

For the last 2 weeks he’s gone restless in the search for you, inquiring high and low for a trail he can follow and he’s never been the kind of man that takes no for an answer anyways, he doesn’t make habits out of losing. Its what has led him here tonight, regardless of the danger.

Jungkook hadn’t been himself since that night, letting his anger control his every decision, losing his sanity as he sat in the empty house you had abandoned, pondering over the fact that he no longer had you and he had made it everyone’s problem. There wasn’t a place that had witnessed your presence that would remain untorn, not a person he wouldn’t beat to a pulp for information on your whereabouts and though his tactics were questionable, there isn’t anything that can bring him back. his fixation alone fueling his exhausting search.  

You took up all the spaces in his mind, crowding his senses with guilt and regret. There wasn’t even a corner for concern for his family’s company that had been suffering since your little presentation, shareholders retracting their support while their profits crumbled all while his father tried to repair his reputation with speeches filled with lies and deception, still trying to keep his position as governor.

Like a real politician.

He fills up with irritation as the music thumps into his ears, disrupting his train of thought that now hangs by a thread, thin and snapping lose with each night he spends awake. there’s nothing left of the calm and collected man that everyone has come to know. His resolve unwavering, his determination almost animalistic. 

Jungkook’s steps halt Infront of the staircase and in his way stands a man with all black attire, arms folded over his chest as he eyes Jungkook and his men, he plays with the toothpick nestled between his teeth and leans his head slightly, eyebrow raised.

“I’m here to see your boss” Jungkook states, annoyance rolling from his tongue as he stares the man down.

“Do you have an appointment?” the man responds, inspecting Jungkook from head to toe with a smirk dancing on his lip. Jungkook leans his head back, rolling his neck as frustration begins to build inside of him, his hand slightly gracing his waist band, growing tired of the obstacle that stands in between him and the man he has come here to see.

“Do you know who you’re speaking to?” Taehyung barks over the music, the tension brewing between the group and the man who stands in their way. Taehyung takes a step closer, his own hand gripping the side of his suit jacket where his own gun resides.

“I’m well aware of who you are” the man speaks matter of factly, showcasing a smug smile on his lips.

Jungkook looks into the man’s eyes, rage flashing through them as he takes a step closer too. Patience hasn’t accompanied him in a long time and the ticking clock inside of his mind grows louder the longer this man tests him. Jungkook no longer sees an issue with causing a scene, does not see a problem with putting a bullet into the skull of someone’s son, his reputation is gone anyways and he’s very inclined to prove all those news articles right. He curls his fingers against the black metal pressed to his waist, already smelling the nitroglycerin in the air.

“Move or the next thing you will have an appointment to is the purgatory.”

if he was being honest, he’s been drooling at the thought of bringing his toy out to play since he entered the tacky night club and the thought of being able to use it causes him thrill. A small smile forms on Jungkook’s face, a predatory stare crawling through his eyes.

Tick

Tick

Tick

“Let him through” another man calls from above the stairs and the man in front of him chuckles confidently whilst removing the toothpick from his mouth and taking a step to the side. Jungkook’s eyes never leave him as he begins to climb the stairs and he almost feels disappointed as he pushes the gun back in its place.

Jungkook can feel the eyes of his men watching as he disappears through the corridor, all standing at attention, ready to attack if the order is given. his feet march forward, his eyes now fixed on the door at the end of the long corridor that becomes closer with each heavy step that he takes, the rage he harbors beginning to rise from his fingertips. He yanks at the doorknob and throws the door open, his eyes landing on his target.

“Jungkook!” Yoongi raises his head from the various documents on his desk and smiles wickedly “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Jungkook does not return Yoongi’s excitement as he watches him from where he stands, his expression contorting with disgust. Yoongi remains seated, a grim smile remaining on his lips as he notices the glare in Jungkook’s eyes.

“Save me the fucking theatrics Yoongi, where the fuck is my wife?” Jungkook barks, heart pounding rapidly inside of his chest as adrenaline overpowers his every cell.

Yoongi tilts his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing as he studies Jungkook. He can perceive something has changed in him, a shift in his demeanor that he can’t quiet put his finger on and a sudden thrill takes over him as it clicks inside his mind. Yoongi rises from his seat, his steps slow and dragged as he stuffs his hands into his pockets and comes to stand Infront of Jungkook, toying with the man’s patience.

“wifeee” Yoongi sounds out, dragging the word out in his mouth, chuckling lowly as he taunts Jungkook. “You don’t struggle with that label like she does” he roams his eyes around the room, aware of the piercing glare that Jungkook provides him in exchange.

“interesting” he hums, lowering his head casually whilst his lips display a menacing smile.

“didn’t make you out to be a marriage counselor, Min” Jungkook retorts, rolling his eyes in vexation.

Yoongi laughs, throwing his head back in amusement as he leans against his desk.

“I also didn’t think your thirst for vengeance would lead you to prey on someone innocent” Jungkook adds, emphasizing the last word.

Yoongi scoffs, focusing his eyes back on Jungkook.

“Innocent?” Yoongi asks, his expression pooled with amusement “was your little 1 on 1 with Y/n not enough for you to stop disregarding her potential? It’s in her blood you know, She’s just as much a killer as you and I” Yoongi shrugs.

Jungkook tenses, his anger brewing stronger the longer Yoongi stares at him with merriment. Of course, that bastard would enjoy this, anything that would fulfil his desire to see Jungkook in shambles, even if it meant destroying everything in his path including you but Jungkook would never allow him to twist you in his venomous root, regardless of how entangled you already are.  

“Y/n might be resilient but she’s not a killer, she doesn’t deserve to go down this path and you know that Min” Jungkook spits, his breaths heavy as his voice rises. This time Yoongi glares in his direction, growing bored of the way Jungkook plays the victim, his temper being strained as he stands straight and approaches him.

“You come here under the pretense of concern over someone who you’ve humiliated, broke down, and ignored and I’m the one to blame?” Yoongi raises his brows, surprise in his tone as he stands mere inches away.

Neither man backing down from the rigidity in the air.

“You Jeon’s and your audacity” Yoongi chuckles once again.

“don’t play those games with me Yoongi, I am not the man I used to be” Jungkook warns.

Jungkook doesn’t know what angers him the most, the way that Yoongi laughs in his face or the fact that his words are true, truths he isn’t willing to accept because after all he had his reasons, reasons he doesn’t feel like explaining to someone as beneath him as Yoongi.

“What are you really mad about?” Yoongi asks, his voice a mere whisper as he stares into Jungkook’s eyes without a flinch “that you no longer have control over Y/n or that you served her to me in a golden platter” he sneers.

Jungkook’s eyes widen; his whole-body trembling as he digests the insult. His restless mind races with ideas, imagining the way Yoongi has already poisoned you and then an image plays in his mind, one that causes him to lose his entire demeanor. He pictures Yoongi gliding his hands against your skin, his lips intruding in places that Jungkook has only ever wished to. before he can think about his next move, his fist flies in the air, punching Yoongi in the face with so much force his adversaries body stumbles back, torso slamming against the desk behind him with a loud groan.

“You mention my wife again and ill rip your tongue out of your skull” Jungkook booms violently.

“If you want to come for me and my father for the purpose of whatever sick delusion you have that’s fine, I promise you I will come back at you tenfold, but you leave Y/n out of this, you hear me?”

Yoongi hisses, his fingers finding the edge of his mouth as blood pours down from it, he shoots Jungkook a demonic scowl, quickly standing from his slumped position.

“My alliance is with Y/n and unlike you and your joke of a father, my loyalty will not waiver” Yoongi spits the blood from his mouth, his tongue tracing over the broken skin that Jungkook’s fist has caused “I would never throw her to be slaughtered like you have my father” Yoongi snarls.

Jungkook’s glare falters, recognizing something in Yoongi’s voice as he speaks of you, the way he becomes feral over the accusation he has thrown; over the possibility of putting you in danger. He’s offended, almost like he’s incapable but Jungkook blinks the thought away, he knows Yoongi better then that.

“But don’t get ahead of yourself Jeon what I have prepared for you and your family you will never recover from, and I won’t stop at a gun drawn to your head, they will have to glue you back together when I’m done with you” Yoongi declares.

“You promise?” Jungkook snaps back, tempting the monster that has resided within Yoongi for years since his father’s death.

Yoongi clenches his fist, stepping forward but before he can raise his hand to return the punch that has been delivered, the door flies open and his men pour into the room, guns drawn out as they circle around Jungkook, their fingers latched to the trigger, their eyes landing on the blood dripping down Yoongi’s chin.

“Everything okay boss? We heard some commotion.”

Jungkook tilts his head, counting the men that surround him and he prepares to take them out. his hand grips the gun at his side, swiftly pulling out it out from where it has waited patiently. He’s more than willing to use it, deciding the blood shed might help him release some of the conflict clamped in his mind. the need to destroy urging him to lock his own finger against the trigger. his brain strategizes over which damaged artery would cause the most damage.

tonight, he’s set on redecorating Yoongi’s office.

“Easy boys” Yoongi wipes away at the blood on his face, his eyes falling onto his palm as he inspects the dark red color against his pale skin.

“My visitor here was just leaving” Yoongi says, pulling out his handkerchief and pressing it against his lip.

Jungkook draws his attention back to Yoongi and Yoongi can see the void inside his eyes, the utter need to kill and destroy.

“Come on Min, let me play a little” Jungkook chuckles wickedly.

“don’t worry, there will be a time and a place” Yoongi promises, his own stare resolute and darkened.

“I will be back” Jungkook states, retreating from the room with his weapon tightly grasped in his hand.

“I don’t doubt that you will” Yoongi mutters, signaling for his men to lower their weapons. “Good luck on your search” he calls out, an angered smile forming on his face. 

Jungkook storms down the corridor, fury burning through him as he makes his way back to the entrance. Blood pumping quickly through his veins as he holds tightly on the gun wedged in his palm and for a moment he wants to turn around and run back into that room and fill Yoongi with bullets, dark desires taking over him as he grows frustrated.

He’s leaving empty handed, far more disgruntled than he was when he first entered and with a newfound appetite for carnage, his thoughts retreat to what Yoongi had said. His mind flooding with images of you finding comfort in Yoongi in a way he never allowed you to in him, his selfishness expanding.

Taehyung stands by the door, his eyes scanning the room eerily until he spots Jungkook through the crowd, his eyes landing on the gun in his hand and a knot forms in his throat, concluding the worst.

“You didn’t do anything stupid did you?” is the first thing out of his mouth as Jungkook brushes past him and out of the door.

Taehyung follows behind, his men falling in line after him as he too exits the club. He looks back at the dancing bodies inside and its only when he doesn’t notice any sign of chaos that he breaths, his muscles relaxing as he watches Jungkook enter his car.

“nothing?” Taehyung sighs as he gets into the passenger seat, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Jungkook yells, slamming his hands against the steering wheel in rage until his palms are sore and reddened, his heart pounding uncontrollably in his chest. he knows he’s losing and every particle of his pride is refraining from accepting it, he wont last another moment without knowing where you are, if you are safe. It is within his same habit of underestimating you that he finds no relief in his worry.

He slips his hand into his pocket, bringing out his phone and swiping through his contacts.

“What now?” Taehyung asks in annoyance, he has spent too many nights crawling the city for you and his mind is exhausted, he wants nothing more then to be a loyal friend to Jungkook but even his faith in him is being pulled thin.

Jungkook presses the phone to his ear, his hands trembling with each ring that rolls out of the speaker and he’s becoming agitated with the sound alone but as he goes to slam the phone against the dashboard the ringing stops.

“Hello?” there’s a groggy voice at the other end of the line and then Jungkook hears shuffling accompanied by heavy breathing.

“Hey” Jungkook responds, sitting up from his defeated position.

There's silence for a moment and then a long sigh fills Jungkook’s ear.

“Do you know what time it is?” the person grumbles.

“I wouldn’t bother you if it wasn’t important.”

“What do you want Jungkook.”

“That favor that you owe me” Jungkook pauses, eyes peering through his windshield as he glares at the neon sign in front of him, the lights flickering on and off.

“I’m ready to collect it, Seokjin.”

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𝟙.𝕊𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 ~ 𝕂ö𝕟𝕚𝕘

𝟚.ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ~ 𝕁𝕠𝕙𝕟 ℙ𝕣𝕚��𝕖

𝟛.𝔹𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 ~ 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣 ℝ𝕖𝕚𝕕

𝟜.𝕊𝕖𝕩 ℙ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟 ~ ℍ𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕖 𝔹𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟

𝟝.𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 ~ 𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕟 ℝ𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕪

𝟞.𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 ~ 𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒

𝟟.𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 ~ ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟

𝟠.ℂ𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 ~ 𝕁𝕁 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕜

𝟡.𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ~ 𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕤 & 𝕊𝕥𝕦 𝕄𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕣

𝟙𝟘.𝔾𝕦𝕟 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 ~ 𝔹𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪

𝟙𝟙.ℙ𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕩 ~ 𝔼𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕪

𝟙𝟚.𝕊𝕖𝕩𝕋𝕒𝕡𝕖 ~ 𝕁𝕠𝕖𝕝 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕣

𝟙𝟛.𝔾𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕪ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕖 ~ 𝔸𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕖𝕣

𝟙𝟜.𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 ~ ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔹. ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕣

𝟙𝟝.𝔻𝕣𝕪 ℍ𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 ~ 𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕕𝕠𝕟

𝟙𝟞.𝔻𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒 ~ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤-𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟

𝟙𝟟.𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ~ 𝕋𝕚𝕞 𝕃𝕒𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣

𝟙𝟠.𝕃𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ~ ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝔹𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕣

𝟙𝟡.𝔼𝕩𝕙𝕚𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕞 ~ 𝕂𝕒𝕚 𝔸𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟

𝟚𝟘.𝕂𝕟𝕚𝕗𝕖 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪 ~ ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕟

𝟚𝟙.𝔽𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕊𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 ~ 𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕪 𝔸𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕚

𝟚𝟚.𝕄𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕪 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 ~ ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕪 𝕄𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤

𝟚𝟛.ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕊𝕖𝕩 ~ 𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙

𝟚𝟜.ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖 ~ ℙ𝕠𝕡𝕖 ℍ𝕖𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕

𝟚𝟝.𝔻𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ~ 𝕁𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕪

𝟚𝟞.ℝ𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪 ~ 𝕂𝕖𝕖𝕘𝕒𝕟 ℙ. ℝ𝕦𝕤𝕤

𝟚𝟟.𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕝 ~ 𝕃𝕦𝕜𝕖 𝔸𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕫

𝟚𝟠.𝕊𝕖𝕩 𝕋𝕠𝕪𝕤 ~ 𝔻𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕜 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕒𝕟

𝟚𝟡.ℝ𝕠𝕡𝕖�� ~ 𝔸𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕎𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕪

𝟛𝟘.𝕄𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ~ 𝕂𝕪𝕝𝕖 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣

𝟛𝟙.𝔻𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕋𝕒𝕝𝕜 ~ 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕣

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𝟡 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕤 // Nate Jacobs.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Darker. SFW, but discretion advised.

Part 1 : Whiplash

Part 3 : Blessed

Part 4 : Shards

Part 5 : Eighteen

Part 6 : Sin

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Desc. : You should be grateful.

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He wasn't supposed to text you. He was supposed to take the beating you'd given him for being a prick, like a man, and shut the fuck up about it.

But here you were, midnight, staring at the chat that had started it all.

'yo, u up?'

You rolled your eyes, going back to your scrolling.

'I hate seenzoners.'

You liked his message.

'That's so much worse.'

'The fuck do u want?'

Nate Jacobs sent a voice message.

You could have just ignored it. You could just block him. You could just… stop. But the allure was far too much. The urge of finding out what he wanted was too strong.

"Guess where I am."

He could've just texted that. No need for a voice message, but he was Nate Jacobs.

"I don't know, the psych ward?"

"You wanna know? You'll have to drive and follow my instructions, though. You trust me enough for that?"

Ha. No fucking chance. "No, I'm good, thanks."

"Oh, so you'll text me, but won't see me in person?"

His voice was oddly sultry, as if he'd either just woken up or hadn't slept for days. Most likely the second one.

"Bingo. Go to sleep, Jacobs."

And then he sent you a picture of him from the bleachers of your school's football stadium - how the fuck did he get in?

"C'mon, don't you want to see what our school looks like at night?"

Uh, yes. But with him? No.

"It's 12:05, ASSHOLE. No fucking way."

"This is the scene where you cave and meet me and we have a cute little nighttime school montage where we sit and talk about life."

You listened to that message a good four times before you stopped laughing.

"This is the scene where I block you."

"I will come over if you don't come to the school. Uh, y'know, if you want your parents to think you're fooling around with the QB."

"I will literally shoot you if you come within fifty feet of my house."

"Come. I'll make it worth your while."

Was it possible to hear smirks?

"I'm not coming, Nate."

No way he was actually at the high school. It was probably an insanely good edit.

"You will be."

The FUCK was that supposed to mean? Not like he could force you to show up.

"Wanna bet?"

"Sure. Fifty bucks says you show up to the high school tonight."

"Not blowing fifty bucks on anything, even if I do win."

"What's it going to take for you to come? Look, I-I know it's been weird, and I might've scared you, but that's… that wasn't my intention, I swear."

Yeah, his intention was just to show you what his blood looked like. You liked his message once more, rolling your eyes.

"Dude, seriously, I swear, I'm not like, a serial killer or anything. You can bring pepper spray, a taser, whatever, if it makes you feel better. I'm just- okay, fuck, you're right. Dumb idea, trying to convince you like this."

Wait, okay, good. That was good. He was getting the message.

Another voice message.

"I forgot who I was talking to. You leave me no choice."

"What?" No.

And then, you received a video. He was teetering off the edge of the top-most row of bleachers. With a gun at his head.

"Come on, Y/N, this is getting really sad, that the only way I can grab your attention is by almost killing myself."

"I don't care. Do whatever. Not falling for it this time."

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"FUCK!", you yelled, as you found yourself running frantically through the school football field for the second time in two weeks.

You'd actually kept your word for a while, pushing out every Nate-related thought for a good night's sleep - you didn't fall for it.

Until McKay called and informed you that Nate wasn't picking up his phone - and that his last message was something along the lines of : 'Call Y/N if you don't hear from me in the next couple of minutes'.

He was deranged. Playing Russian Roulette with his own life was absolutely deranged.

"You actually showed."

GOOD, he was still alive, meaning you could kill him.

You didn't speak. That would simply complicate things, because then you'd have to look at him.

"Plus, you didn't flinch when you saw me. Think that's a win for me in the trust department."

You stood there, glaring at him as he jumped down from the bleachers, even doing that dangerously, as if he was a cat with nine lives, or he was playing a video game and would just respawn.

"You know, you could say something."

He wasn't getting impatient, though, like his tone was trying to portray. No, he was getting more amused. He liked this. He liked the fact that he got you to come to a basically abandoned-for-the-holidays-high school at midnight. He reveled in it.

"Like hey, Nate, thanks for convincing me to actually live a little for a change instead of staying cooped up in my house.", he suggested.

You punched him.

Yeah. You kept running across that field till you were close enough and you punched him right then and there.

You full-on punched him, shoved him back, slapped him, clawed at him. "Stop FUCKING doing this to me! STOP! You can't FUCKING do this to me!", you screamed, hitting him repeatedly on his chest.

He took every beating, and the fact that it seemed he was trying not to laugh just egged you on even more to actually kill him, make his nose bleed, make his head fall clean off his egotistical body.

Eventually, though, it seemed even Nate Jacobs had his limit. He grappled against your hands as he held them between both your chests, clenching his jaw. He wouldn't risk saying anything, seeing as your eyes were already burning with tears.

"You…", you cried out as he shifted his grip on your hands to only one hand, wrapping the other around you. "…Can't keep…"

"Shh, shh, I know.", he muttered as he rested his chin on your head. "Shh, I had to."

"No, you didn't."

He kissed your head, then your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and stopped for a moment, hovering over your lips but not touching them, as though he was more scared than you were. "You know I did."

You wondered if he could taste the tears, whether he relished it. Knowing what little you did of him, he might have.

"I would've come."

"No, you wouldn't have. Shh." He was right, but there had to be some other way.

"You know what, sweetheart?"

It was sickening how he could do this to you and then use words of endearment against you.

"You should actually be grateful."

And that's when you noticed that he was actually gripping onto your hair, tightening it when your face didn't show any contortion due to pain (only contortion due to unbridled rage and the urge to stab him with your car keys).

"I usually hurt people to get what I want. With you, I'm hurting myself."

You fought the urge to say 'so fucking what?'

"You're not bleeding, baby, that's what you don't get. You're untouched, and safe, and not bleeding. Me, however?"

What was his point? That he was being a gentleman by scaring you half to death instead of having a normal adult conversation?

"I'm bleeding. I'm hurt. I'm in pain. But I'm still holding you."

He said it with exaggerated magnanimity, like he was doing you a favour, or something, like all your problems, trauma, worries, stress, had just disappeared because he was holding you in his 'big strong arms'.

"Then stop!"

"Neither of us wants me to stop holding you."

"I do."

He grinned, knowingly, with a subtle shake of his head. "No, you don't."

"Let me go."

"No."

"Let me go, Nate."

"Fine. Because you called me Nate and not Jacobs.", he nodded, letting go of you and throwing up his arms. "Don't hit me again."

"Was McKay in on this?"

He frowned momentarily, before realization swept over his face. "Shit. Yeah, no, he wasn't. I should text him, huh?"

Oh, now he was asking if he should be a courteous human being?

You watched him loathingly, as he typed out what you guessed was a half-assed apology.

'Sorry, McKay, I'm good, man. Chicks, y'know?' or some absolutely fucked up shit like that, to be sure.

"Done. Now, will you stop being so square and enjoy the fact that you're here at school at midnight?"

"What?" Enjoy?

"I'll bet this is your first time out at midnight period, let alone your first time out at midnight somewhere you're not legally supposed to be."

"Why am I here?"

The condescending look he gave you set your teeth on edge. 'Oh, poor, naive girl. Of course she doesn't even know why she's here. This is why I told her to stay in my grasp. She never listens.'

FUCKING ASSHOLE.

"You're my good luck charm. My good luck charm, but I heard you're fucking Shane. You can't be doing that."

The softness in his movements, the gentleness, it had either completely stopped, or entirely overshadowed the fact that he had put you through yet another nerve-wracking event that would raise your blood pressure.

Shane who, Shane who, Shane- oh. Shane.

Not so much fucking as went on one date with, but it was better for everyone if Nate thought you had already gone that far.

"Why not?"

"He's a punk."

"You're one to talk."

"Look, he plays defense. What if you're just, like, intensely fortunate? Can't have him sneak in a quickie before the game and then he's lucky."

It's like he wanted you to punch him again.

"He's on your team. You'll win anyway."

He shrugged, as though he could see where you were coming from, but was about to respectfully absolutely ruin your argument.

"I like to win."

"Not a team player, are you?"

"Never claimed to be."

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He was so clearly getting frustrated with your lack of response - the initial dopamine and thrill of being a disgusting element of surprise by shooting/not-shooting himself in the head gone.

But what could you say?

You'd already ghosted Shane after the date had tanked, so technically there was no reason for you to still be here. The chances of a 'lucky quickie' were virtually zero.

And so, you just stood there, the two of you, with inexplicable rage pooling within.

Your senses were heightened, your emotions wilder than the crazed look in your eyes as he stood there, looking down at you like an adult looking down at their childhood toy. As if you were the naivest, most precious, pathetically adorable thing he owned, reminding him of a simpler time.

At this point, even a rabbit's foot had been treated with more respect than you.

And you hated every moment of it because it was thrusted upon you, just like the silence of the eerie, void-like field you two were in.

"Why are you like this, Y/N?", he groaned, with the nerve to sound tired.

You? Why were you like this? What about him?

"You're… so cold." His hands flexed as if they were about to move from your hair to your throat. "Just… let loose, please. You're the reason I'm winning, I'd at least like to get to know you!"

"Oh, so this is like, an interview? Is she good enough to be associated with me? You think you're hot shit? Dude, I- you gotta realize how fucked up all of this is."

You were practically pleading. Acknowledge your absurdity, Nate Jacobs, please.

"Hey, whoa, look, you chose to associate yourself with me. Not my problem, ok?", he spat back, clearly happy with the return of banter.

"I didn't choose any of this!"

"You requested to follow me after I followed you. You chose not to block me after I followed you."

"You're putting this all on me?"

That's what normal people do ; they follow people back! He was grasping at straws, but it still seemed as though he had an iron grip on them.

"There wouldn't have been a first time if you didn't care so goddamn much." Like he was mocking you. You almost screamed. You almost hit him. He was so nonchalant.

But that… rang true. However, the humanitarian in you was adamant that there was absolutely no one cold enough to shrug off a video of someone slicing so effortlessly into their palm and exposing their blood so unabashedly.

Well, except Nate Jacobs himself.

"But, y'know what, Y/N?", he said, clearing his throat, matter-of-factly. "That's all in the past. Because now, now, we're going to sort out this arrangement between us and everything will go back to normal."

Normal? Normal as in, both of you go back to being strangers? Unlikely.

"Arrangement?"

"How this thing is going to go. Before every game, you fist-bump me. You don't touch any other players whatsoever, Blackhawk or otherwise."

Great, he was policing who you could fist-bump now.

"I- you brought me here at midnight for this?"

"Uh, no, I brought you here at midnight for fun.", he replied, scoffing. "But since you wanted to be all violent and physical, I thought we should stick to business."

Did he mean to be this insufferable? Was it a bit? There was no way an actual human being could act like this, yes? There was no way anyone could think that this was a justifiable response to a genuine question. Right?

At this point, you didn't know anymore.

Nate Jacobs had officially stumped you.

"If I say okay, can I leave?"

"No, you cannot leave, but you definitely can go sit over there and think about your little attitude before I bring out the tequila."

He burst out laughing at your annoyed face, slinging a heavy arm around your shoulder in an oddly possessive display of 'familiarity'.

"Relax. Loosen up, like I said, and you'll be fine.", he snorted, and that was your only indication that he did not, in fact, actually wish to put you into time-out.

The insane man with a gun had a sense of humour, apparently.

"You brought tequila?"

"I told you, the whole point of tonight was fun and getting to know the reason I'm winning better. So, sit."

You sat, still glaring up at him. You must have looked absolutely fucking cute or something, because he pouted at you before reaching into a duffle bag you hadn't noticed before and whipping out two bottles of straight tequila.

"Body shots?"

"Jacobs…"

"I'm joking, I'm joking. You'll come around soon, though. They all do."

Great. That's brilliant. You'd been reduced from a stranger, to a bitch, to a joke, to now a stereotype. This was just spectacular.

"Why me?"

That question seemed to genuinely catch him off-guard.

Good. Now he knows what this past week with him has been like.

"Hm?'

"Why me? Why am I the good luck charm?"

"I don't know."

"You could just be a really good player. You don't know, you haven't gone a single game without it, so you assume you're winning because of it."

"The third game was the one you weren't there for. You must remember hearing about it, though? Most embarrassing game for East Highland, I swear. 34-nil? That was shameful. That's why I decided, fourth game onwards, I wouldn't have to risk it because I got you."

Shit. That actually made sense.

"Okay, now you tell me.", he began, slightly turning the bottle in his hand around and examining the contents, curiously. "Shane Crestin? Seriously?"

"What?"

He scoff-snickered, taking an impressively large gulp before answering. "Y/N, the guy's a tool."

Look who's talking.

"He asked me out after the game."

"So, he knows you're my good luck charm.", he said, quietly, like a king trying to figure out where his men's loyalties lay.

Did Julius Caesar have a girl who he gaslit in order to get her to watch him in battle because of superstition? If so, she'd have been the first to stab him.

"Of course he knows, you made a huge spectacle of it that first time."

"Oh, yeah. But still, what a bastard. Trying to steal my lucky girl and her luck like that."

You needed to do a lobotomy on this man, seriously.

It wasn't even like you could ask him what the hell that meant because that would just bring him immense amounts of joy.

"You're not drinking. Why?", he inquired, opening the second bottle and forcing it to your lips.

You frowned as you held onto it. "I don't drink."

"Oh, bullshit. Come on, drink, don't be a nerd."

"I said no, okay?"

"Wait, do you not want to drink around me?"

He was really going above and beyond to break the 'dumb jock' stereotype, wasn't he?

"I can't believe it.", he continued, leaning back on the bleachers as he watched your face. "After all this, you don't trust me."

After all this, he said, as if he had spent his entire life working solely for your benefit. Like a tired mentor.

"I mean, dude, this is like… such a bitch move, you know that? I'm just trying to be nice."

"I don't know what you want me to do, Nate."

"Uh, trust me? Thought we were cool now, Y/N. You think I'm going to get you blackout drunk then have my way with you? Rape you? Are you scared to be around me? At midnight? In a quiet, empty football stadium where no one would think to look for you?", he questioned, still holding your gaze as he lifted his bottle to his mouth.

The elaboration of that statement unnerved you.

"I don't think you're going to rape me, I'm just-"

"Just scared of the possibility?"

"Don't take it personal, but-"

"There's no other way to take it. You're all but accusing me of assault. I thought you were different."

Was that meant to make you melt? 'Oh, no, I'm just like everyone else in that I don't want to end up in a ditch somewhere, the horror!'

"Maybe I'm not.", you shrugged.

"But you came. Tonight. No one else would have. So maybe you're a judgmental bitch like everyone else, but you've at least got your stupidly huge heart going for you."

If you strained your ears, that almost sounded like a compliment.

"Uh, thanks?"

"Drink, Y/N. Please."

Oh, fuck it. You needed that goddamn tequila to shoot through you with a vengeance.

"There we go.", he mumbled, watching you. "Dude, look at you."

"Hm?"

"You're finally badass."

His eyes lit up as he saw your finger enter the scene. He chuckled for a moment. "I'm being serious. I mean, you've beaten me up, what, three times so far - once in front of the entire school - and now you're doing underage shots with me at night at school, which is like, two illegal things at the same time."

See, that's where the difference between the two of you lay.

He thought that was being a badass.

You thought that was being a dumbass.

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"…So yeah. That's why I joined football, basically. Made me feel, like, stronger and more in control, I guess."

This asshole had just told the most human story, and now you had to see him as a person. The cunt.

You watched as he stood in the middle of the field, aiming and shooting at the banners that were strewn up all around the field.

God, he was so fucking terrifying.

How does he play Russian Roulette to bait you into coming one minute and then reload and shoot at banners like a child with his first Nerf the next?

"Control. Yeah, that tracks."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You want everything to go your way. You get pissed when other people do things of their own will."

"Can't argue with that.", he shrugged, as he turned his back to you and shot another banner, impressively shooting right in the centre of the 'O' in a 'GO BLACKHAWKS!' sign. "You know how to shoot?"

"No."

"You should learn."

"I'll get right on that.", you scoffed, as you observed your tequila bottle intensely, ignoring him coming back to rest his feet on the bleachers from your peripheral vision.

"Open your mouth."

"What?"

"Humour me."

"I've humoured you enough tonight."

"Please? Pretty please?"

You rolled your eyes, but opened your mouth. You had no idea what you expected, but it sure as hell was not him stuffing the barrel of his gun in there. You suddenly felt the tequila evaporating from your bloodstream as he slapped your hands away after you tried taking it out, like anyone would. Shit, it hurt. FUCK.

"Just relax.", he whispered, so soothingly that he might as well have been talking you through a panic attack. "There's nothing to be scared of."

Besides the hot gun you've got basically lodged up my throat.

Suddenly, the amount of danger you really were in began to materialize in your head. He was right. It was midnight. It was spring break. It was at high school. No one would think to look for you there.

"Are you scared?"

Oh, God. He was one of those freaks who got off on these things.

You nodded, not really knowing what else to do.

"You think I'll shoot you?"

You shook your head.

"Kill you?"

You shook your head.

"Then why are you scared?"

Honestly, it was the fact that he wasn't going to do either of those things, and decided to shove a gun down your throat simply for shits and giggles.

"You need more tequila."

WHAT?

You frowned, but nodded. Anything to get the gun out of your mouth.

He poured it straight from the bottle into your mouth, watching with sick satisfaction as you swallowed, and you realized that he was psychotically drunk.

"How's that? I do it all the time, y'know? Hot metal plus cold tequila equals the best fucking night ever."

Um, ew. No. But that would be super unwise to say.

"You shove a gun down your throat then take a shot?"

"One of my more dangerous drinking games, yes. God, dude, look at you. Like, you're so fucking uptight, loosen THE FUCK up!"

You were unsure how much 'looser' you could get - you were already going along with his 'dangerous drinking game'.

"I am!"

"Not enough. Not even close. You need more."

"We're all out.", you said, (thankfully) pointing at the empty duffle bag next to him.

"Oh.", he sighed, slumping down next to you and using the duffle bag as a pillow. "Just- I don't get it. What is it about you?"

"That makes you get suicidal?"

He snorted, softly. "That makes me so mad?"

"You're mad?"

"Not like angry-mad. I mean like… crazy-mad. Like I go mad around you."

Five-year-olds could explain things better than him, but, to his credit, he was shitfaced.

"Really? Thought you were born that way."

"I mean, last week? When I kissed you? I don't do that shit. But it was the only way to shut you up. I-ugh. It's you, Y/N. Just fucking up my brain, one game at a time."

"Oh, oh, so you being a psychopath is because I didn't show up to one game?"

"When you're constantly worried about someone needing to be there, you do crazy things. Like cut yourself. I would have done it, too, seriously."

"I know. That's why I came."

"So, we weren't entirely strangers, huh? You knew me a little, at least?"

"Uh, no, we were definitely strangers."

"Now? What are we now?"

"Uh… friends?" You didn't mean that. You wouldn't be his friend if it killed you.

"No, I think I'd know it if we were friends." Phew.

"So, you tell me."

"What? No, you've been in charge this whole time, you tell me."

He just said you'd been in charge.

One offhanded, sweeping statement, and he'd shifted all the blame on you as easy as pie.

How did he do that?

It was obvious what he was referring to: the fact that none of these interactions would have happened if you just hadn't given a shit in the first place.

The fact that every single move of his had been linked to you, in whatever this weird everybody (except you) ante, sketchy poker game he was playing was supposed to be.

And it unnerved you.

Because in some twisted way, it was true.

"Acquaintances."

"But we've kissed.", he reminded, diligently and unwantedly. "Acquaintances - and classmates, before you suggest that - don't just kiss."

"Dude, then what do you want to be?"

Shit. That was what he'd wanted all along. For you to ask in exasperation, to give you his interpretation.

"You know, just… an average relationship between a man and his good luck charm." He inched closer, his hand loosening its grip on the railing as if it was going to do something, but there was no more tequila to reach out for.

There was only you.

And reach, he did.

First, his hands were on your cheek, like they had been a half hour ago. Then, suddenly, they were in your hair, and his tongue was trying to coax your words out of you directly from the source.

And you just let it happen.

If anyone knew why you let it happen, you'd have loved to start a suggestion box.

But you had a funny feeling that the only person who knew why was Nate Jacobs himself.

Fat chance he'd tell you.

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✮ 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 + 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

✮ 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱/𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗮

✮ 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹😭 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲

✮ 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗲𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝟯 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲

✮ 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗺𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰/𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 (𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗲𝘁𝗰..) 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗶 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱

✮ 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟰𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 (𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻)

✮ 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀/𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗼𝗿��𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 <𝟯

✮ 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 (𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲)

✮ 𝟲𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀

✮ 𝗶 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝟲𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝟲𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁

✮ 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀-𝗷𝘂𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 (𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻) 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹

✮ 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗲𝘀

✮ 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝗼 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸𝘆/𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 (𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝗳𝘁, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱…)

✮ 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟵𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀

✮ 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱

✮ 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀

✮ 𝗹𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 (𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗼𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲)

✮ 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟰𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗱❓

✮ 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀 (𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝗹𝗲𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗶 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀?)

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yay, it’s about that time of the year again! kinktober is upon us and since i did strictly anime/game content last year, i wanted to do something different this year. i’ve decided to do “double features” which basically means i’ll be writing the same kink for two different characters ( one anime/game & one comics ) every other day.

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟙. road head with : ( akira nishikiyama ) ( kyle rayner )

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟛. camboy with : ( rui kamishiro ) ( conner kent )

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟝. object stimulation with : ( ryo asuka ) ( pamela isley )

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟟. masturbation with : ( sunday ) ( hal jordan )

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕠

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟡. thigh fucking with : ( gallagher ) ( remy lebeau )

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟙. incest with : ( kure raian ) ( matt murdock )

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟛. intermission with : ( uta )

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟝. intermission

`✦ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

𝕠𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟟. body worship with : ( hatsumi sen )

[sooniessoulmate]

𝔻𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 - 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 - 𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦

☆꧁𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥꧂☆

☆꧁ 𝕤𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤꧂☆

𝕐/ℕ 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝. 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕓𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕣 𝕂-𝕡𝕠𝕡 𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕝, 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕕 ℂ𝔼𝕆 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕝. 𝕐/ℕ 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕤, 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝕙𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖. 𝕃𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕛𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕒𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕐/𝕄 𝕒𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕦𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖, 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤, 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕/𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡

☆꧁ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘꧂☆

𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 (𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪/𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙?)

☆꧁ 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘꧂☆

𝕟𝕔𝕥, 𝕥𝕩𝕥, 𝕖𝕟𝕙𝕪𝕡𝕖𝕟, 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣, 𝕩𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕤, 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

☆꧁ 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖꧂☆

𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕦, 𝕟𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕝 𝕒𝕦

☆꧁ 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤꧂☆

𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘

☆꧁ 𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤꧂☆

𝟘𝟜/𝟙𝟞 - ????

☆꧁ 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤꧂☆

𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕥 𝟠𝕡𝕞

☆꧁ 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕤꧂☆

☆𝕄𝕪𝔹𝕒𝕘☆ | ☆𝔻𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕚𝕥𝕪☆ | ☆ℙ𝕒𝕕𝕠☆ | ☆ℙ𝕒𝕕𝕠 𝕁𝕣☆ | ☆𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕞☆ | ☆𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤☆ | ☆𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕤 𝕁𝕣☆ | ☆𝕄𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖☆

☆꧁ 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠 ꧂☆

☆ 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝟙 ☆ | ☆ 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝟚 ☆ | ☆ 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝟛 ☆ | ☆ 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠 𝟜 ☆

☆꧁ ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ꧂☆

☆__☆ - 𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 | ♡✶｡ __ ｡✶ ♡ - 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

☆ ℂ𝕙.𝟙 ☆ | ☆ ℂ𝕙.𝟚 ☆ | ☆ ℂ𝕙.𝟛 ☆ | ♡✶｡ ℂ𝕙𝟜 ｡✶ ♡ | ☆ ℂ𝕙.𝟝☆ | ☆ ℂ𝕙.𝟞☆ | ☆ℂ𝕙.𝟟☆ | ☆ ℂ𝕙.𝟠☆ | ☆ ℂ𝕙.𝟡☆ | ☆ ℂ𝕙.𝟙𝟘 ☆ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟙☆ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟚☆ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟛☆ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟜☆

☆𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟝 𝕡𝕥.𝟙☆ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟝 𝕡𝕥.𝟚☆ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟞☆ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟟☆ | ♡✶｡𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟠｡✶ ♡ | ♡✶｡𝕔𝕙.𝟙𝟡 ｡✶ ♡ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟘 𝕡𝕥.𝟙☆

☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟘 𝕡𝕥.𝟚 ☆ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟙 ☆ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟚 ☆ | ♡✶｡𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟛｡✶ ♡ |

☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟜 ☆ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟝 ☆ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟞 ☆ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟟 ☆ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟠 ☆ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟚𝟡 ☆ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟘 ☆ | ♡✶｡𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟙 ｡✶ ♡ | ☆ 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟚 ☆ | ♡✶｡𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟛 ｡✶ ♡ | ♡✶｡ 𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟜 ｡✶ ♡ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟝☆ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟞☆ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟟☆ | ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟠☆| ☆𝕔𝕙.𝟛𝟡☆

☆꧁ 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ꧂☆

❈★𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 ★❈

@conwunder

☆꧁𝕟𝕔𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥꧂☆

[s-unie]

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𖠗 𐂯 𑁯 ᰍ 𓈒𓏸 ∿ ﹏

୨୧ ◔   ⨾   ᕬ    ꧔    ࿔ ๑ 𑁍

໒ ⪩⪨ ㄋ ✧ 𔘓 ꤠ ✧ ﹆

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合 含 否 㒶 ⾼ 㒴 ⽼

숩 슙 쏜 丽 ⻝ 亩 仚

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𝟬 𝟭 𝟮 𝟯 𝟰 𝟱 𝟲 𝟳 𝟴 𝟵

𝟘 𝟙 𝟚 𝟛 𝟜 𝟝 𝟞 𝟟 𝟠 𝟡

𝟶 𝟷 𝟸 𝟹 𝟺 𝟻 𝟼 𝟽 𝟾 𝟿

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[sailorsenshigifs]

𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟙: 𝟞/𝟡/𝟚𝟛

𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚: 𝟞/𝟛𝟘/𝟚𝟛

[aquiboni]

☆:..𝟡-𝟝 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕫𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒..:☆

[reixtsu]

✾ Shared Interests ✾ - Soukoku x Female Reader MasterList

"𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝟙𝟝 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤!" "𝕆𝕙 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕙? 𝔸𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕀'𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦!"

Dazai and Chuuya always had separate interest. Not only were their interests different, but they hated each other's guts, despite being former partners in their Port Mafia days. Though when they met you, Y/n L/n, they were finally able to agree on one thing. You were a keep.

After arguing on who will get to keep you, Dazai proposed an idea. Whoever gets you to fall in love with one of them gets to keep you, no complaints. If neither of them make it til the time limit, then they have to do something they hate.

Will you fall in love with Dazai or Chuuya? Why one when you can have both, I say! ⊹⋛⋋( ՞ਊ ՞)⋌⋚⊹ ⊹⋛⋋( ՞ਊ ՞)⋌⋚⊹ ⊹⋛⋋( ՞ਊ ՞)⋌⋚

(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ 

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖: Prologue - Dazai and Chuuya meet at a pier. They both start talking about Y/n and then make the bet.

𝟙: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟚: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟛: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟜: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟝: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟞: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟟: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟠: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟡: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟙𝟘: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟙𝟙: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟙𝟚: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟙𝟛: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟙𝟜: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟙𝟝: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟙𝟞: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝟙𝟟: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

𝔼𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖: ⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ ⋘ ᴛʀʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ... ⋙

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

I'm sure you know who Dazai and Chuuya are, so let me tell you what you need to know about Y/n L/n and stuff like that.

- Y/n: Your name

- L/n: Last name

- N/n: Nickname

- H/c: Hair color

- E/c: Eye color

- H/l: Hair length

- F/f: Favorite food

- F/d: Favorite drink

Y/n L/n works as a therapist for the clients at the Armed Detective Agency. She loves anime/manga, and lives by herself in a condo near her job.

Personality: Imma try to make her have variety in her personality, but let's say that she buts in a facade for people. Though she stays true to herself when she's by herself. 

And I think that is all?  ԅ(‾⌣‾ԅ)

‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊ ♡ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ ♡ ‧̍̊·̊‧̥°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥‧̥·̊‧̍̊

[emmalandry]

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟡 ~ 𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

Having your boyfriends tell you they finally want to try something new but they're not sure your little body can handle it. ;(

You swear up and down that you're a big girl and can take whatever they dish out to you in bed. But now here you are, cockdrunk and sobbing as their cocks pound in and out of your pussy at the same time.

You feel so full, it's a sensation you've never felt before. Your pussy is practically weeping at the stretch as you babble and mewl as drool rolls out of the sides of your mouth.

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

SORRY, THIS ONES SO SHORT I DIDN'T REALLY HAVE TIME TO WRITE THIS ONE MWAH MWAH!

⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆*⋆⸜ ⚘ ⸝⋆ .* ⚘ ⋆

[2-dsimp]

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎 ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝔹𝕆𝕋 ℙ𝕆𝕃𝕃 𝔸𝕃𝔼ℝ𝕋 ①⑧+ ⓜⓓⓝⓘ

𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕩/𝕏𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣//ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕦𝕤/𝕪𝕦𝕛𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕔.𝕒𝕚 𝕥𝕠 𝕍𝕖𝕟𝕦𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕦𝕓 𝕒𝕚.

(ℕ𝕠𝕜𝕜𝕒/𝕀𝕔𝕙𝕒 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕪 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕)

𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕦𝕡𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝔼𝕧𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 & 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕣! 𝕊𝕠 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 ⓞⓝⓔ 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝟡/𝟚𝟘+ 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤

[ooglyboooglybitxh]

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝

mom!shuri x mom!reader

contains: MEGA FLUFF,sfw, lesbian mothers,male baby

summary: shuri and reader have a child

𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜: Reader is Dominicanã and black,Childs Name is Nahir (Nah-here), Nahir is 7 months, Shuri got reader pregnant. Orange Is Reader aka Y/n, Purple Is Shuri, Nahir Is Blue.

🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳

𝟡:𝟛𝟟:𝟙𝟚 𝔸𝕄

(yes so specific😂)

Nahir crys from his crib besides his mothers bed

Y/n groans from hearing her son whining

“Baby” Y/n groans to Shuri

Shuri wakes up and sits up and looks at her son

“what's wrong, hm“ Shuri says to Nahir as she picks him up

Shuri immediately makes a face as she smell Nahir’s diaper and takes him to the changing table and begins to change him

Y/n sits up ash she puts her hair in a ponytail and walks over to Shuri and Nahir

“Morning“ Y/n says against Shuri’s shoulder as she smiles

“Hey“ Shuri says not looking at Y/n trying to focus on their child “Eh! Hey! no kicking“ Shuri says scolding Nahir

*Nahir giggles* and Shuri smiles and shakes her head as she throws away the dirty diaper

“He's so goofy“ Y/n jokes “He takes after you“ shuri says after washing her hands walking over to Y/n kissing her lips

“Morning breath“ Y/n warns Shuri, and in response Shuri sucks her teeth

Y/n goes to brush her teeth bringing her phone with her

*Nahir Whines* as Y/n walks into the bathroom

(A/N: they have a bathroom in their room which- lemme just put a picture)

(So basically Nahir can still see Y/n he’s just overreacting🤣)

“I'm right here junior“Y/n ressures Nahir

Shuri walks in with Nahir in her arms

“see she's fine she's right here“ Shuri says to her son

Y/n wips Nahir’s tears and kisses his forehead

“Estoy bien, no hace falta llorar“(“I'm okay no need to cry“) Y/n says to Nahir as she begins to brush her teeth

“mmmm“ Nahir whines reaching for Y/n

“she's busy unyana“(son) shuri says kissing her son's cheek

🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳

𝟙𝟘:𝟘𝟞:𝟜𝟝 𝔸𝕄

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Everyone is in the living room.

Nahir is playing with his toys and watching “Spidey And His Amazing Friends“

(A/N: me personally I will never turn on Cocomelon for my children that's just me 🤷🏾‍♀️)

turning away from the TV Nahir crawls to Shuri leg, putting his arms over her knee

Shuri looks down to see her son looking at her and picks him up and gently sets him on her lap

“hm” Nahir hands her his stuffed turtle

“You want me to hold it?”Shuri says taking the turtle from him

Nahir grabs his baby blue teddy bear and gives it to Shuri

He also picks up his toy robot and begins playing with it

Y/n recording it all

Shuri catches it and just chuckles softly

“So cute” Y/n says saving the video to her snapchat memories and exporting it to her phone

and Nahir just laughs

“what are you laughing at” Shuri says tickling Nahir

🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳

𝟙𝟘:𝟚𝟛:𝟚𝟜 𝔸𝕄

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Nahir crawls to the kitchen and Y/n saw him

“Hungry Mhijo?” (son) Y/n picks up Nahir and brings him in the kitchen and gently sets him down in his high chair.

Y/n grabs two gerber baby puff containers “blueberry or banana” she says putting them on his little table

(A/N: GERBER BABY PUFFS BUSSSSS😤😤)

per usual he hits the blueberry one

“eh” Nahir grunts hitting the blueberry one

“should’ve even asked” Y/n says under her breath

Shuri come up the stairs from her lab walking to the kitchen

“you’re eating now eh?” She says playfully pushing his cheek and sitting on the counter

Y/n pours puffs on his table and closes the container and Nahir starts to eat

Y/n walks to the couch slamming herself onto the cushion grunting loudly

Nahir notices and side-eyes her then goes back to eating

Shuri laughs at his face expression

“what?” Y/n asks looking up from the couch

“he side-eyed you”she says chuckling

“boujee ass child” Y/n says mumbling under her breath

🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳

𝟙𝟚:𝟜𝟙:𝟛𝟞 ℙ𝕄

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Nahir fell asleep on shuri’s chest Y/n notices and walks toward Shuri

“He’s asleep” Y/n tells Shuri

Shuri looks down at Nahir “Oh i didn’t notice” she says softly petting his curls

Shuri carries him to their room, before she sets him in the crib she kisses his forehead

“Ndiyakuthandana, unyana” (“i love you, son”) she says then softly placing him inside his crib putting the blanket over his chest

Y/n walks into the bedroom seeing Shuri watch their son sleep

She leans down behind her and puts her right arm over Shuri’s neck

“you’re so attached to him” she says “and its adorable” she smirks softly

Shuri giggles “He is my child, my everything” she says moving hair from Nahir’s face, then laying her head on Y/n’s chest.

“You know…this all would’ve been possible without you” she says looking up at Y/n “I love you…so much” she says kissing Y/n passionately

Y/n pulls away softly “i love you more amór”(love) she she says as she cups her cheek

🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳🐢🧸💙🐳

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yall im sorry if you thought it was short

but i tried my best to make it long as possible 😅

but if you enjoyed and want to see more of Nahir, request and let me knowwww