#Being Crimpled is shit

[ayngels-sunbook]

Chat I have to wear these nighttime braces but they hurt my feet. More specifically they hurt the incisions made at my Achilles tendon but it's either this or wear day braces that give me blisters, granted I'd take the blisters. 😭

Also I just straight up vented in the tags Don't read them if you don't wanna know Abt my life drama, I'd argue it's interesting though. Here's popcorn if you do 🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿🍿

Anyways I'ma go take two Melatonin, take off these braces & sleep. Goodnight >-<

[leighbaylee]

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — eldest daughter of the malfoy family (1) #DISCONTINUED

parring ➵ draco malfoy x sibling f!reader

summary ➵ family portraits with your little shit of a younger brother.

age of parring ➵ 16 - 18

warnings ➵ fluff

extra ➵ might become a multi - part series, but don’t take my word for it. reader’s middle name is named after bellatrix. thanks to @cafekitsune for banners! second chapter here.

here you were in the manor, in your large but dull gloomy dark room. subtle touches of your personal belongings scattered all about.

you’ve gotten news from your father, lucius, that the family was gonna retake yet another family portrait, it would’ve bugged you then but it happened every year. so what could’ve you done?

you were touching up your hair, defining your blowout and pining it up in a nice up - do, as your mother, narcissa, requested. you applied your favorite lipstick/lipgloss before you heard footsteps approaching.

you looked through the reflection of the mirror on your vanity as you added your desired pair of earrings, some bracelets, and layering some necklaces. the final touch being a matching ring you had with draco.

it was a simple stacking ring, engraved with your full first name, middle inital, following with the complete last name on it. you had a matching one with draco.

DRACO L. MALFOY — Y/N B. MALFOY

the baby of the family, who has grown to a young man, walked in without knocking. you clicked your tongue in annoyance, draco got the memo.

❝ m-may i come in? ❞

❝ you are already in. ❞ you scoffed softly, noticing the scowl on his face.

❝ sorry. ❞ he said blandly, you replied saying ❝ don’t worry about it dray, i need your help anyway. ❞

you sat up, walking up to a full length mirror in the left corner of your bedroom, draco following behind.

you fixed any sort of crimple and wrinkle on your dress whatsoever with a whip of your wand.

you presented yourself with a elongated black maxi dress, with a slit on the left side revealing your leg, the bust lined with black lace detailing, the same detailing of the thin straps.

you sported a pair of black crystal covered pointy toe high heels, a beautiful glamorous black cluster crystal on top of it. it was from a muggle high - end store, something along the lines of jimmy choo.

you ran your hands every curve, admiring yourself and catching a glimpse of your dark mark on your left arm, running your hand up and down the same arm.

as you did so, you were unaware of what draco was thinking.

draco malfoy, disliked by his fellow peers in the same year, most in a complete different house, known for his undeniable prejudice toward blood status.

one thing he was also known for was you, and he knew that of course.

anytime anyone would look, speak, or even breathe around you, he would always and constantly eye them.

he would clench his fist anytime someone would utter a bad mouth about you and disregard you as a person. no matter who it was, he would walk past and shove them so hard on purpose with no hesitation.

he absolutely hated people who would do so, cause you usually never did anything to anyone. back when he was a second year, you being in your third year, when the heir of slytherin was petrifying muggle borns, he never heard the end of it with the accusations of you being the heir.

reconnecting with the present, he looked at you lovingly with his hands in his blazer pockets. how he blazingly loved his older sister. every little thing you did, he always and never thought you weren’t the best at.

❝ you look beautiful sister. ❞ he said softly.

❝ you really think so? don’t you think its too much? ❞

he chuckled responding spontaneously with, ❝ too much or too little, you always look gorgeous. ❞

❝ oh i love you so much brother. ❞ you sighed placing you hands on his face kissing his forehead, being able to easier because of the shoes you were wearing.

you grabbed you favorite purfume, spritzing some on your wrists, collarbones, behind your ears. then spraying some near draco, giggling as he waved his arms coughing trying to prevent getting a feminine fragrance from attaching to his clothing.

❝ let’s be on our way now, mother and father have been holding up long enough. ❞ you ordered.

he enterwined his arm with yours eyeing down at your shoes, being patient with you as you have a disadvantage of walking quickly.

the both of you reached the hallway, sounds of clicking and clacking shoes echoed throughout the halls. draco was talking about the new school year at hogwarts approaching, to say he was displeased would be understatement.

the both of you kept walking til you guys reached the wall full with frames of family pictures. from the moment lucius and narcissa were engaged, their wedding ceremony, your birth, draco’s birth, both of you and draco’s first year at hogwarts ; and so on.

one picture caught your attention, you grimaced.

it was when you were starting in your fifth year and draco in his forth. the thing that bothered you so much was you short hair phase and short your dress was. it was way to provocative for a sixteen year old.

listen your hair would’ve been so adorable if you have gotten layers but oh well.

❝ oh my god. i looked ghastly! ❞ you almost shrieked.

❝ i cannot believe you let your little brother walk out like that. ❞ uttered draco disapprovingly.

it then turned into a five minute rambling of you calling your younger brother cute and squealing at his undefined face back when he was eleven.

draco only flushed and continued letting his older sister call him names he hasn’t been called in years, he was pulling on your dress mumbling for you to quit it.

unknowingly to the both of you, narcissa was watching her eldest daughter and baby son holding hands and giggling at each other’s portraits, telling stories of the days each portrait was taken.

how it made her happy knowing draco had you watching over him and growing up with a role model, regardless of the both of you growing up, you and draco will always be her children.

❝ draco, y/n, it’s time to get going. your father and aunt bellatrix are getting impatient. ❞

❝ sorry mother.❞ the both of you said in unison, quickly walking to in front of her.

narcissa stood on his tip toes, even with heels on, and kissed draco and you on the cheek, caressing her towering children as she smiled at.

❝ cmon now, run along! ❞

draco quickly ran to narcissa’s left side as you stayed on her right, both of you simultaneously wrapping your arms around hers and made your way out to the center of the manor.

lucius checked his watch groaning at the fact that his children are almost twenty minutes late to the shoot.

bellatrix cleared her throat impatiently, she had to meet with the dark lord in an hour, she wouldn’t be able to unless her niece and nephew were aware of the time.

nacrissa came in with a smile, one that both her sister and husband noticed in a heartbeat.

❝ narcissa, where is y/n and draco? ❞ asked lucius asked blandly, bellatrix glanced wanting to know.

before narcissa could answer, you and draco came in, making unnecessary fixes to your hair and outfits, holding out a compact mirror in front of the both of you.

❝ oh, my beautiful niece! you really outdid yourself, come here my sweet! ❞ bellatrix cooed as you smiled and closed the compact, walking up to her.

kisses were being plastered all over your face, lucius signaling draco to come up to his father.

draco went up and watched as his father fixed his tie silently chuckling at the sight of his beautiful daughter all dolled up.

❝ sorry father, it was my fault draco was late. i would’ve been at lot earlier if i hadn’t kicked him out of my room. ❞ you exclaimed softly.

❝ that’s quiet alright y/n, i should’ve known it takes young ladies a quite amount of time to prepare themselves. ❞ he grabbed your arm reassuringly.

❝ you know where to go, take the lead draco, y/n. ❞

you and draco obliged and went down to the living room and sat together in a forest green velvet vintage lounge chair holding hands, as the adults stood behind.

a couple of pictures, mixing it up quite often, it was finally the malfoy children portraits.

sitting down, standing up, backsides, and many serious and some smiling pictures later, the both of you hugged and you reminded draco how much you appreciated him.

the both of you snapped back into reality facing the wizarding world equivalent of a camera in surprise as a flash blinded the both of you, laughing at the moment that would make this yearly family portrait tradition memorable.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[astaroth1357]

Unpopular Headcanon I'm Taking to My Grave:

Crimpling-perfectionist Lucifer. Look, it seems everybody (even his brothers) have it in their head that Lucifer's just a naturally gifted sort of guy... but I raise you this:

What if Lucifer was just... average. At a lot of things, emphasis on was, but any time he came across something he wasn't good enough at he'd practiced it to death until he was great. This applies to everything: magic, curses, cooking, beer pong, doesn't matter. If he's good at it now, he was shit at it to start with.

Now some can view this as a triumph of persistence and skill... or you can be like me and cruelly imagine introducing Luci to some kind of ridiculous human activity like put-put and watch him lock himself in a room and slowly go insane trying to master it because he can't accept not being fantastic at something.

[amphiptere-art]

I've been on vacation and I don't know if I've shared any of these ideas. I think they've mostly stuck to discord conversations. So I'm going to post them out here.

Number one thing. Blue Moon will exist in arcade in a more... Standard fashion. Arcade Eclipse. While technically looking exactly like Blue Moon and supposed to be blue moon. Isn't really Blue Moon. They are blue moons origin. They are what Blue Moon was supposed to be. Blue Moon evolved far past that. So I'm going to be making a new Blue Moon in Arcade! As cannibalistic and teenager/child-esk as possible. Now of course dimensional travel does not exist in arcade. Magic does though. And so can shitty parents. I'm still working on this version. So I'm not sure what the new sporadic danger will be. But this is going to be based on after story Blue Moon a little bit. Where they are totally with crimple, and old lunar is a much bigger force.

Onward to objective number two. Which is something I've actually been holding on to for the Stardust arcade storyline. But vapor will be existing. Vapor still has a tragic ass backstory and suffers from abandonment issues. But they will exist. Hopefully I will get to the part where I explain their story at some point. As they will be fading out of Stardust arcade once I introduced them. But the basic is. Vapors smoke still does stuff. But it's more out of a magic-y panic. Vapor wasn't forgotten because of some star juice magic. But instead just because the company was being an ass and told everybody he was dead when he wasn't. Wondering around thinking is abandoned until the Stardust storyline catches up to him.

Another thing! Again to be introduced in Stardust. Sundown, Sköll, Leiðr, code Moon, are all existing. They will be introduced in Sundown for a small scene. Sundowns entire little town is also coming with. And also. For those of you who were really confused about that one post where I talked about how relationships are going by my own arcade rules now. Sundown and Sköll are a thing.

Also! The sulky star cluster. They are also being moved over because I fucking love them. Stories are remaining mostly the same except doled down, and singular worlds are just establishments. I still haven't quite settled on the biker gang concept. But they are leaning that direction. Where they are basically a gang of delinquents that wander around and just kind of do shit. They have a Hangout spot at Sundowns. Also to be introduced in Stardust.

Another thing. I have been calling this thing the Neptune pack. But it is essentially a pack of blood moons run by a leader. They are going to be a bunch of hyenas. Might play a part with vapor. But either way they are going to be a group of aggressive fighting robots. Only held together by what I can only describe as a gang leader. It's an interesting concept and it will be coming soon.

Another thing. I have been thinking of honey and cider. I'm currently caught between doing a similar thing that happened in sulky star cluster. Or trying to figure out what happened to their singular establishment that would lead to the same results as cannon. Might do a bit of both. But they will be coming. Although I think they will also be separated like it's tough to be a god AU. As their interactions have been quite sparse.

Last thing that is not related to arcade. I have come up with this concept of a clockwork sun, and shipwrecked moon. I have been listing off little scenarios in a discord. And I will definitely make a separate post for them. I'm just not going to post the whole idea here because this is mostly around arcade. But this little silly scenario is currently in the works.

Anyways I think that's everything I thought about over the vacation. Have a nice fun time reading this because I'm not actually going to write a shortened version until I have these figured out all the way. Toodles.

[serendipityunho]

Cuts & Curses (M) ~ Part One

!! DO NOT REPOST MY WRITINGS !!

❀ Genre: smut, college au ❀ Pairing: boxer!Jongho x Reader (fem.) ❀ Word Count: 4.3k ❀ Warnings: depictions of violence, small injuries, explicit language, fingering, handjob, shower sex, clit play, breast play, semi-public sex, mild dirty talk, thigh riding, mature sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, pull out method

❀ Synopsis: Jongho may have been an out-of-nowhere-shoulder to cry on but he definitely proved he could be more than that when you found yourself taking your throne on his thighs.

→ PART TWO

a/n: i’ve always wanted to write a boxer!jongho smut and here it is. i will admit that i am very proud of this one and i actually love it so much and i hope you guys will too x

“You should see me in the ring tonight” You were met with a pair of brown eyes when you snapped your head up.

Jongho stood in front of you, looking down as he slips you a slim piece of paper, presumably an address of some sort. You let your pen fall onto your book as you eye the piece of paper on your table.

“Give me one reason why I should go” You cross your arms, leaning forward against your table as you stare back at the boy.

“Jungkook will be there” Jongho smirks, hands now planted on your table, leaning down to your level.

“I don’t see how that’s a valid reason for me to go” Your brows furrowed in response to Jongho.

“Don’t you want to see your ex get beaten to a pulp?” He wasn’t wrong with that. 

There was one thing you hated more than Jungkook himself, it was Jungkook walking around with his cocky smile, baiting girls in just to play with their heart like another one of his sports. Unfortunately, you were his first victim since he entered the school.

You were a fool to believe he had loved you, and an even bigger fool to fall in love with him. Since then, you’ve tried to avoid him, but he always found a way to have you find yourself standing in front of him once again, falling for his senseless sweet talk that would unsurprisingly lead you through an event of another heart-aching encounter. 

“How do I know it won’t be you getting beaten to a pulp?” You’ve seen the swoon-worthy biceps of both boys, needless to say, you’ve seen them in action before, not against each other though. Tonight would be the first time, also another convincing imagery to have you show up.

“Jungkook may be older but I’ve been in this shit longer than he has. I know things he doesn’t. Don’t question my abilities” Jongho’s lips carve into a small smirk as he tilts his head to the side.

“Alright, fine. I’ll be there” You shut close your book and packed away your belongings into your bag as Jongho leans back up, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“I’m looking forward to seeing you then” Jongho takes off with a wink, leaving you to read the slip of paper once again before making your own way out of the library.

It wasn’t every day you spoke you Choi Jongho, he was simply a boy with the same objectives who, conveniently, happens to be your lab partner too. The two of you didn’t get off on the right foot, his rival being your boyfriend of course. 

But that all changed when the entire school’s phones had a copy of Jungkook in bed with a girl who was not you. Since then, Jongho’s been nothing but a near friend once he’s realized how heart-broken you were. 

The two of you settled aside your differences and turned them into kindred traits, a vendetta against his arch-nemesis and your ex-boyfriend. Which got to where you are now, attending an illegal underground boxing match just to watch the face you fell for getting beaten in a way you dreamed of imagining.

It seemed like an endless passageway filled with nothing but darkness and cold air, leading you to a parade growing louder and louder with chants. The sound of your sharp breaths echoed off the concrete walls, soft platter of water as your feet hit the damp floor with each step bringing you closer to the violent event.

“... Jongho! Jongho! Jongho!...” 

It would be generic to say you had seen the light at the end of the tunnel, but that’s exactly what you saw. The lights hanging above the ring dimly lit barely the rest of the room, making its priority the contents inside the ring below it. 

Arms and fists pumped the air as ear-bursting yells bounce off the walls. It was filled with raging energy as you watch from the isolated corner occupied with very few bystanders. From here you could see the leveled ring, two large figures preying each other dead in the eye, swinging blows left and right. 

“... Jungkook! Jungkook! Jungkook!...”

There he was, wearing that cocky smile of his, the same cocky smile that got you and who knows how many other girls on their knees. It was the smile you wanted to see get knocked off, literally. 

“Place your bet or get out” Your thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice beside you. 

A large bald man towers over you as you turn around to face his cold-emotionless face. Behind him were smaller men immersed in the stacks of crimpled cash, slipping back and forth between their hands as they count them. 

“A hundred and fifty bucks on Choi” You wipe out the bundled cash from the pocket of your leather jacket, carefully taking out the amount from its elastic hold for placing it in the hands of the bald man.

It was a difficult attempt, pushing past all the sticky bodies to gain a better closer view at the front rather than squinting in the corner you were just in. Your eyes slightly stung at the sudden brightness at the front of the ring, but now you could see clearer. 

Pure concentration was evident on Jongho’s face as his brows furrow deeply, eyes piercing through his opponent. It was the sudden hard blow to his face that made you wince back, hissing even though you weren’t the one socked. 

Jongho stumbled back a bit before quickly throwing a right arm, knocking Jungkook’s head to the side before throwing more consecutive punches to his body, pushing him back against the ropes of the ring. It was then you realized how feral this semi-quiet boy was. It was quite shocking to see the other side of these two boys on a night like this in a ring painted with their blood punched out of their faces.

“... finish him!...” 

Jongho’s eyes remain piercing, that was until he conveniently spotted you below, watching him. It was that split eye contact that costed him, Jungkook took the advantage to throw a hard blow right to his face, making Jongho stumble back, falling onto his side as Jungkook pounces on him, throwing hard left and rights onto his cowering body before getting pulled off by the ref. 

“And the winner is Jeon ‘Buckshot’ Jungkook!” 

There was also another thing you hated more than his cocky smile, it was his cocky smirk. Jungkook happens to also conveniently spot you by the ringside, glaring at him with a clenched jaw, making him throw a snarky wink as his arm held high for victory. 

“Fucking prick” You mutter under your breath before turning your attention to Jongho, slipping under the rope being thrown displeasing words from the crowd for butchering it the last minute. 

Series of chants boomed through your ear as you brush past the bodies, easier than before as they pile into the dark tunnel you entered from. You were left with a few people in the now empty room, most of them you recognized from the isolated corner and the cash handlers by the table. 

“...Here’s the betted cash, take it and leave...” The men hands over a locked box, probably filled with cash, over to the other group of men. There you saw him, Jungkook dabbing his sweat with his towel.

“Oh, so you came just to see me win? Can’t get enough of me, can you?” Jungkook strides closer to you after locking eyes. 

“Fuck you”

“Already did, sweetheart” Jungkook shot a wink before dipping into the dark tunnel followed by the other group of men.

You didn’t know your anger had turned to pain until you felt your palm stinging, looking down you could see your nails carving crescent shapes into your palm from your tight fists. 

“Hey” Your head snapped back to the front, where Jongho was standing with a towel hung across the back of his neck.

“You owe me a hundred and fifty dollars, loser” You cross your arms over your chest, mentally scolding him in your head for losing your money.

“Well, I didn’t think you’d actually come” Jongho forces a quiet chuckle before scratching his head.

“I did, and you lost. What happened to ‘don’t question my abilities’?” You mocked him from before, gently waving your hands in the air for emphasis.

“Just because I lost this round doesn’t mean you should still question my abilities” Jongho turns around, walking away to another room.

You couldn’t help but follow him quickly behind, seeing the cuts on his face struck worry in you. Following Jongho, you found yourself entering a brighter lit room, a locker room. 

Jongho sat on the bench, unwrapping the bandages from his knuckles. You close the door behind you and step forward, leg on either side of the bench next to him.

“You need to treat that, you know?” You point to the small gash fixated at the top of his eye.

“I’ll be fine” Jongho continued to unwrap the bandages as you scanned his face. His tan really accentuated under the coat of sweat and blood, face now relaxed compared to before.

“It could get infected. Those are worse than the actual cut itself” Jongho stopped, dropping his hands on the bench before looking up at you.

“Can you get the first-aid? It’s in there” Jongho points to the mirrored cabinet above the sink.

“Not even a ‘please’?” You tease slightly, pushing yourself off the bench to the sink.

“Please” 

You chuckle, opening the cabinet to take out the kit before making your way back onto the bench. Jongho was now seated the same way you were before, legs either side of the bench and bandages were now thrown on the floor. 

“Thank you-”

“I’ll do it” You interrupt Jongho and sit down in front of him, opening it to a bunch of medical supplies.

You grimace at the gash above his eye after looking at it closely, pulling a disinfectant swab to wipe away the blood around it. Jongho hisses before pulling his face back, throwing you a hurtful look.

“I didn’t even touch you yet, Jongho, don’t be a baby”

“Just- Just hurry up” Jongho leans back down again, letting you attempt to treat his wound. 

It was quite difficult attempting to tend to his gash, leaning forward as you try to keep your balance but also being gentle. Jongho must’ve noticed your frustration before swatting your hand away.

“Stand up-” 

You were barely standing before Jongho grabs you by the hips, sliding himself forward on the bench and pulling you down on his thigh. You let out a surprised gasp at the sudden action. 

“Um- thanks” You focus on the cut once again, successfully treating it before hesitantly bringing your other hand up, grabbing Jongho’s face gently to turn it around.

You didn’t realize how close your faces were to each other until he turned around and looked you in the eye, making your breath hitch at the back of your throat. With how close your bodies were, practically leaning on him, Jongho could probably hear the thumping of your heart in your chest, threatening to explode. 

You could feel Jongho’s intense stare on your face as you focus on the cut on his lip. Your hands shake as you bring them up to cup his face and the other cleaning his cut lip. 

“Are you nervous?” Your gaze snaps back up to Jongho, who was staring at you with soft eyes, hooded but soft. 

“What’s there to be nervous about?” You were suddenly quiet, almost whispering. Even your breathing was louder than your voice.

“I don’t know. You just seem nervous”

“Well, I’m not”

“It’s him, isn’t it? You’re still not over him-” 

“I don’t want to talk about him-”

“It’s odd to find yourself sitting on my thigh, right? So close to my face, it reminds you of him doesn’t it?-” 

By now, you have absolutely no ideal responses to bark back. Jongho didn’t remind you of Jungkook, he reminded you of the sinful things Jungkook did with you sitting on his thighs. 

“- I can show you I’m different... better” 

Jongho’s voice was equally quiet as yours, the gap between your faces unnoticeably grew smaller with each passing second. His arm wraps around your back, pushing you forward.

Your lips plant against his, eyes shut close as you drop the things in your hand to the floor, lips moving in sync with Jongho’s as you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing off the towel that was there.

All thoughts left your head, the vendetta, everything. All you could think about now was the words that left Jongho’s mouth a minute ago replaying in your head, how he could be better than Jungkook, and you were starting to believe it despite the reasoning. 

Your chest pressed against his as you feel him nip against your bottom lip, slipping his tongue in as the two of you wrestle for dominance. You could feel his hands move to your waist, squeezing you gently before pushing your hips back and forth, creating a friction between your crotch and his thigh. 

A small moan slips from your lips in the kiss, you were too immersed with his lips to care or feel embarrassed. One of your hands slides down his naked chest, tracing the outline of his pecks with your fingers before tracing down his abdomen to his lower region.

You can feel your wetness spreading with each time Jongho helped you roll your hips against his thigh, making you grow needier and needier by the second. By now, you were confident enough to move them on your own, taking Jongho’s hands and guiding them down to your ass.

Jongho firmly grasps your ass, squeezing it as he spreads your cheeks apart, still pushing you back and forth against this thigh. Your wetness probably soaked through your shorts by now, staining Jongho’s. 

You take your hand, squeezing Jongho’s other thigh before moving back over to his crotch, feeling his boner before sliding your hand under the waistband of his shorts, palming him over his boxers. 

Your clit was throbbing under the material of your shorts and panties, making you aggressively kiss Jongho as you roll your hips faster. Jongho breaks from the kiss, pecking your lips before instantly attacking your neck, sending your head falling back to let him cover more of your neck.

A breathy moan falls from your lips as Jongho sucks on your sweet spot, making you squeeze his clothed dick. His hands slip under your shirt, quickly throwing it above your head, letting your jacket fall to the floor before attaching his lips onto your chest, kissing the top of your breasts as he fondles with the clip of your bra. 

“Please tell me you know how to take it off”

“Remember what I said, don’t question my abilities” And with that, you could feel your bra unclasp, strap dropping down to your arm as your breasts become free and naked in front of him. 

Jongho kisses the valley of your breasts before taking one in his mouth and playing with the other in his hands, nipple slipping between his fingers as he fondles. 

Your lips were now parted, mouth dry as the friction between your clothed pussy and Jongho’s thigh increases. Jongho took the opportunity to lift you up slightly, fingers hooking under the waistband of your shorts and panties before pulling them down, exposing your gushing pussy to the cold air.

Jongho stands and wraps an arm around you before pushing you against the locker, slamming his lips back against yours as he lets your bottoms drop to the floor, leaving you naked against the locker. You could feel his hard dick rubbing against your leg, letting you take the opportunity to take down his shorts and boxers.

The two of you stood naked in the locker room, swallowing each other’s lips as you grab his dick and start pumping him with the small coat of precum you smeared all over his length. 

“Mnngh- faster” Jongho groans against the kiss, bucking his hips up to meet with your quickening pumps. 

Jongho squeezes your ass before trailing a hand to the front, cupping your wet pussy before rubbing your clit with his fingers, making you moan into the kiss. You could feel your pool of wetness coat your inner thigh as you rub them together under Jongho’s touch.

“Fuck so wet” Jongho circles his fingers over your clit a few more times before pushing your legs apart, slipping his fingers between your legs and coating them with your juices. 

You let out a breathy moan as inserts his fingers into you, pumping them in sync with your hand movements on his dick. You give him light pecks on the corner of his lips before kissing down his neck, sucking on the spot behind his ear before resting your head back on the cold locker your back was pressed against. 

“More, please-” You begged with furrowed brows, eyeing Jongho’s replicate expression.

Jongho slips his fingers out of you and cups the back of your thighs, hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his waist, letting the tip of his throbbing cock poke at your pussy. Jongho wraps his arms around your back, pulling you down to kiss him as he walks away from the lockers.

You were too immersed by your own lust to feel him push you against another cold surface, slightly wet. Then you realized it was a shower the moment you heard the squeak of a knob, cold water turning warm as it hits your naked bodies, making the warmth between the two of you grow.

Jongho grasps your ass, slowly sinking you down on his dick, making you break from the kiss again, letting out a breath of air as his girthy length stretches out your hole. Your face scrunches in pleasure as he bucks his hips up, bouncing you up against the shower wall and thrusting himself into you.

“Ohh fuck- ohmygod” Jongho bounces you faster, hands firmly planted on your ass to lift you as he knocks the air out of your lungs every time you come down on his dick.

You push back the wet hair stuck on his face, exposing his forehead as you tangle your fingers through his hair. Your breasts bounce with your body as your legs threaten to become undone around his waist. 

“Mmnnghhh- fuck you’re so tight” Jongho groans against your neck, kissing it before moving back to your lips, water slipping into your mouths as Jongho wrestles with your tongue. 

“Fuck- Jonghonnnghhaa” The squelching sounds grew louder as the sound of his thrusts echoes through the lockerroom. 

You grip on to Jongho’s shoulders, feeling every flexed muscle as he holds you up, squeezing his biceps as you release uncontrollable moans into his ear. They grew louder and louder as Jongho deepens his thrusts, sending you bouncing higher than before and sinking down deeper onto his dick. 

Jongho grips your waist, lifting you off his dick and onto your feet before spinning you around, pressing your body against the cold wall, moving your face out of the shower of water. Your hips push back, rubbing your ass against his dick, feeling the tip already in your hole. 

“See how much better I can be than him?” Jongho growls against your ear, pushing his dick into you with a hard thrust, squeezing your breasts on to the wall. 

“So much better- fuck sososo much better” Your head turns to the side, meeting with his before barely kissing him as he starts thrusting fast again.

“How many times has he made you cum in one night hm?” Jongho was breathing heavily against your ear, gripping your waist tightly as he slaps his hips into you.

“Mhmph fuck I don’t know- ah fuck Jongho!” You bite down on your lip, head falling back onto Jongho’s shoulder as he pounds into you from behind, the skin of his torso slapping against your ass each time. 

“Tell me- oh fuck” 

“Ohmygod nnghha- two! Two!” 

“Pathetic. I’ll make it three” Jongho pushes your legs apart with his hand, fingers finding their way back on to your clit.

“Jongho fuckkk-” Jongho circles his fingers over your clit, rubbing your bud of nerves as he quickens his thrusts into you, making you gasp for more air each time.

At this pace, you were so close to cumming around his dick. Your eyes shut close, letting sprinkles of water hit your scrunched up face as Jongho breathes against your ear, letting you hear his deep low grunts coming with each thrust. 

“Are you close? Hm? Cum for me” Jongho grunts through gritted teeth, hardening this thrusts as he rubs your clit faster.

The overwhelming pleasure causes you to release high-pitched moans, mouth gaping wide. You could feel it coming, the built-up euphoria edging to be released through your entire body with each thrust. 

“Oh fuckfuckfucknnnghh ohmygod Jongho!” Your walls clench around Jongho’s dick, breathing becoming heavier as your hips start to twitch and the knot in the pit of your stomach snaps, making you convulse underneath Jongho’s body, hips pushed back and hands flung up around Jongho’s head, gripping his wet hair as pure bliss washes over your body. 

Jongho grunts loudly, fucking out your high with deep thrusts as his fingers still rub at your clit, bringing you close to another orgasm from the stimulation. His thrusts slow down as he focuses on your clit, rubbing it fast with his fingers flat against it. 

Your forehead rests against the wall as you breathe heavily with water dripping down your chin, watching the way Jongho’s fingers rub against your clit. You could feel another orgasm coming, making you grip Jongho’s free hand, pulling it up to your breasts as you squeeze his forearms, feeling his flexed muscles. 

“Oh my god- pleasepleaseplease” Your knees bent, body threatening to collapse on the second orgasm only to be pushed back up again by Jongho’s fingers on your clit.

Your eyes roll back, clenching your jaw as you feel another wave of pleasure wash over your entire body. Broken high-pitched moans escape your lips, thighs trembling and closing together as Jongho rubs another orgasm out of you. 

“I promised you a third, didn’t I?” 

Jongho slips out of your hole again, spinning you back to the position you were in the first time, holding you against the wall as his arms wrap around your back with you clung on to him, sinking down on his dick, twitching slightly as you were still sensitive from the first orgasm. 

You were too fucked out to say anything, needing to have Jongho back inside you again. You were on the verge of crying from the overwhelming pleasure, making your moans turn from soft to pleading cries. 

“Ahhh Jongho shitshitshit oh my fucking god- right there nnghh fuckfuck” You bounced on his dick, back sliding up and down against the shower wall.

Your legs started trembling, on the verge to become undone around Jongho’s waist as another orgasm approaches. You cup his face in your hands, bringing it up to kiss you harshly as your face scrunches harder, brows furrowed deeper. 

Jongho helps you reach your third orgasm, thrusting his hips up, deepening himself into you. Sweet moans filled the kiss as you become undone on his dick, arms slung around his neck and body off the wall, pressed hard against Jongho’s chest. 

“Ohmygod, Jongho- fuck!” 

“Jesus Christ- I’m so close” Jongho grunts before pulling himself out, letting you drop to your feet, struggling to stand after your final orgasm. 

Jongho wraps his hand around his dick to pump himself, head falling back as his spurt of cum shoots out, covering your thigh only to be washed away by the water. 

“Ohhhh fuckkkk-” Jongho takes your chin with his free hand, pulling you in for a kiss as he milks the rest of himself out. 

He slowly pumps himself before taking an arm around your waist, holding you close to him as he passionately kisses you before breaking off. Jongho gapes at you with soft eyes, hand still cupping your face. 

The two of you stay like that for a while under the water, gazing into each other’s eyes not knowing what to do or say. That was until you decided to break the ice.

“You’re going to catch a cold” Jongho’s lips carve up into a small smile, letting his hand drop from your face and turning the shower knob, water coming to a complete stop. 

“You’re lucky I have thick towels” You chuckle, throwing a soft punch to his chest before pushing past, stepping out into the locker area with Jongho following you closely behind. 

Jongho wraps a takes out a towel from a locker before throwing it over your shivering body, patting you dry before grabbing another, throwing it over your head and patting it before deciding to cup your face with it, squeezing your cheeks slightly.

“Be mine” Jongho looks at you with sincere eyes, scanning every inch of your face, waiting for a response.

“This isn’t some sort of way to get back at Jungkook, is it?” 

“No, it isn’t” 

“Why?” 

“Because you came tonight. Nobody ever watched me before”

“That doesn’t mean fall in love with me”

“I don’t love you. Yet” 

part two

Copyright © 2020 by serendipityunho All Rights Reserved

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Limerence [M] ︳20

Pairing: Zuko x OC

Genre: Romance, mainly fluff with future smut, and if you squint hard enough - you’ll find some angst.

Rating: SFW

Words: 5300+

Notes: Ahhh the chapter that so many people have waited for (besides the smut lol). I was super happy to write this, and till this day, I smile like an idoit because it brings so many feelings. Enjoy loves <3

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 Limerence: (English/n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

The moment their eyes locked they knew - the flames within him twisted while the water within her turned. It was a connection, a connection that would lead to love, adventure, and drama.

Kairos

(Greek/n.) the right, critical, or opportune moment.

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

            The rain pattered against the glass like stones, the distant rumbles of thunder carried throughout the kingdom; not a single voice could be heard. It was the first time the kingdom felt so - dead.

            I groaned silently to myself, my body curled, and my eyes struggling to open. No mirror was needed to know how puffy my face was as I snuggled into the blanket; the teddy bear squished against my chest. Despite the brisk air against my face, my body was warm, the closest feeling of comfort I’ve felt since last night. The silky fabric of my dress grazed my legs as I stretched – I sighed. Kima and Lia tucked me in. I didn’t even change out of my clothing. Gosh. I probably look like a mess…

            But despite being tucked into accustomed blankets and the warmth that enveloped my body, a sense unfamiliarity still lurked in the air. I frowned and let my face drop against the pillow - I didn’t need to look over my shoulder to know Zuko wasn’t in bed with me. Another painful jab and I found myself breathing deeply. It was ironic – here I was, in a kingdom filled with hundreds of people, my friends and family, but I never felt as alone as I did now.

             I need to get up, take a bath, and try to look somewhat alive. 

            I tossed the covers to the side, only then noticing there were extra blankets on top – but I dismissed it; I must have been shivering so much that Kima and Lia felt the need to heat them. My dress was wrinkled, and as I stood upwards, my legs tingled. I left in such a rush; I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner, my stomach rumbling embarrassingly loud. But I couldn’t stop my eyes from wandering to the neatly made side of the bed – Zuko’s side.

            It was empty, no sign that he came to bed last night, he hates me. He has to hate me. My fists tightened just thinking about it – Kayto knew what he was saying. He knew exactly what buttons to push, what would trigger Zuko, and damnit. If only I had known who he was – how was I supposed to know that Kayto was ‘the asshole’? Why did Kayto hate Zuko so much, and vice verse? I huffed just thinking about it - Zuko saw everything, even the way Kayto touched my cheek.

            With a jolt, I peeled my eyes away from Zuko’s side of the bed. Shit. I forgot – Aang. That poor soul must be so confused – worried about what happened last night after I left like that.  

            I briskly grabbed my robe from the end of the bed as I strode across the room to the bathroom. The white marble floor was cold underneath my feet, and I scowled. I always loved it when Zuko woke up and used the bathroom before me; he unknowingly warmed up the marble floors with the heat he poured out. But evidently, it’s either been hours since he woke up and left or…or he just never came back to the bedroom to start with…gosh don’t make that true.

            My eyes aligned with the mirror, and bewilderment took over me. My makeup was completely wiped off, leaving me barefaced - red and swollen. Kima and Lia really did clean me up last night. My body ached, and for the first time in my whole life, I could feel how off my chi was. Not even after the incident did I feel as disgusting and weak as I did now. A hot bath is what I need, then I can think. Think of what to say, what to do. I turned to start the tub, but swore under my breath, “You gotta be kidding me.”

            While I was able to twist the knobs to let the water fill the tub, the water was freezing. Of course, the water was cold - why would they heat the water? It’s the Fire Nation – either everyone heats their water, or they don’t take hot baths because it’s already so hot outside! I let my hand dangle into the tub, wincing – there’s no way I can wash up in this, I’ll turn into a popsicle at this rate!

            “My Lady, what are you doing?” In a flash I stood up and turned, the bathroom door slightly open as Lia and Kima peeked in. Their arms crossed, and their eyes narrowed as they studied my figure, “Woah, no offence Ying Yue, but you look like shit.” Lia blurted. Kima’s eyes widen as she nudged Lia’s stomach.

            I smiled, a smile that failed to reach my eyes as a sigh of defeat escaped me - running my hands through my tangled hair. “Worse than last night?” I muttered under my breath as I infuriatingly stopped the water from running. Kima grimaced, “What happened…?” she questioned as she walked towards me. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. What did happen? It happened so fast; I don’t even know what the actual issue was.

            Lia’s eyes narrowed as she walked forward with Kima, but unlike Kima who was ready to baby me, Lia looked prepared to fight, “Does Fire Lord Zuko have anything to do with this?” I looked up at her and shrugged, “It’s difficult to explain-”

            “I don’t care who the hell Zuko is; I’m gonna kill him.” Lia hissed furiously as she stripped herself of her apron. My eyes widen, Lia was pissed, she didn’t refer to Zuko by his full title! Her face was inflamed as she threw her apron onto the floor, “Lia!” Kima scowled as she gripped her elbows, “Relax, we don’t even-”

            “I don’t need to know what happened. My – no, our responsibility is to make sure Imperial Consort Ying Yue is happy – and she isn’t! And if slapping that dummy up the head is what it takes, I’ll do it.” Lia groused, Kima sighed, picking up the crimpled apron Lia threw on the floor. And for once, a small laugh escaped me. Lia and Kima looked at me as I smiled softly – gosh I wish I had the backbone of Lia and the patience of Kima.

            “Thank you, Lia and Kima, for cleaning me up last night. I probably looked awful.” I huffed as I leaned against the tub, still filled to the brim with cold water. But Lia and Kima titled their heads to the side and looked at each other with a mixture of confusion and…more confusion? “I’m sorry, my Lady, what do you mean?” Kima spoke as she looked back at Lia and me. My brows furrowed, “Last night, you guys tucked me, brought extra blankets, and even cleaned my face.”

            Lia crossed her arms, “That wasn’t us.”

            “What?” My body went rigid, the puzzle pieces starting to line up with one another. If that wasn’t them…for the first time, a sense of relief washed over me, and a hint of bliss. Zuko – he did come, he took care of me. That warmth, it was him.

            “Ying Yue?” Lia spoke as she waved her hands frantically, trying to catch my attention. I need to talk to him – gosh, he really is a stubborn man. “I’m sorry for bothering you guys, but can you help me wash up? I need to leave.” I spoke as I started peeling off the layers from my dress, Kima and Lia continued looking at each other, “I’m sorry, what is going on?” Lia huffed, and Kima held her head puzzled.

            “I need to tell Zuko the truth.” I blurted.

            “What truth?”

            “How I feel about him.”

            Kima and Lia looked at each, Kima smiled while Lia frowned – seemingly speaking to each other without saying a word. “I guess we better get you into that bath then,” Kima spoke brightly as she waltzed over to me, helping me slip out of the lingerie I wore. Lia still bore a frown, her arms crossed as she watched, “Come on-help me.” Kima spoke as she helped me strip out of the final piece of clothing.

            Lia huffed, “I will; on one condition.” This time I looked up, and I could see a playful smirk playing along her lips, “What is it?”

            “That I can still hit Fire Lord Zuko across the head for being an idiot.” I couldn’t help but giggle at her request. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

            “So, you grant me permission?”

            “If he tries to stop you – tell him I gave you an order.”

            “Alright, let’s get you all cleaned up Imperial Consort – you got places to be, and a man to snatch.”

            “You see, while some may think Pai Sho is all about chance, I believe it’s a game of strategy,” Iroh spoke as he placed the rounded tiles upon the grid. But everything he said went right over my head, my fingers dancing along my lap as I anxiously bit my lip. Where could Zuko be? I frowned just thinking about it – I couldn’t find him anywhere.

            It was like he disappeared into thin air.

            I checked the meeting rooms, his study, even the indoor training rooms but nothing. Maybe I have to just ask Sokka or Aang…yet the thought of asking them brought another wave of anxiety through me. I didn’t want to ask – Aang already knew something was wrong; the last thing I wanted to do was add more people into the mix. Especially when I could fix this, fix us. The thought of us ending made my gut drop – no. I won’t let us end because of that stupid guy Kayto. I can fix this; I can make Zuko happy again.

            “Ying Yue?”

            My head snapped up, hearing Iroh’s soft voice, bearing him a smile, “S-sorry, can you repeat the rules?” I asked. Iroh chuckled, reaching for his cup of Jasmine tea. “I didn’t begin explaining them yet.” I flushed, embarrassed that it was evident I wasn’t listening to a word he was saying. With a final sip, he placed his cup down on the wooden table, his hands resting on top of his belly. “Now. I think we both know you don’t want to learn how to play Pai Sho. So what do you wish to know, does it have something to do with Zuko?”

            I shamefully looked down at my lap; I totally got caught. Although I was definitely interested in learning the classic game of Pai Sho, it was after all a favourite pastime that Zuko and Iroh shared; I came here for help. Wisdom from Iroh to help me with the man who stole my heart and is causing an internal battle within me. “I’m sorry, I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to take advantage of you…” I muttered under my breath, but Iroh just scoffed.

            “I was waiting for you; I could tell something was wrong the moment I saw Zuko huffing like a bull this morning. That boy is going to get wrinkles faster than me if he doesn’t see you soon.”

            “That’s the problem…I think…I don’t think he wants to see me anymore.” Iroh’s eyes widen, almost choking on his tea as he sat up straight, “You’re wrong.” Iroh spoke sternly, shaking his head as he leaned across the table we sat at, “That man is the definition of-”

            “Stubborn?” We said in unison. Iroh laughed, and I couldn’t help but giggle – both having a mutual understanding of how frustrating Zuko could be.

            “You really are the definition of water.” Iroh mused, taking another sip of his tea. I titled my head to the side, puckering as I tried to understand, “You’re emotional – something that Zuko struggles with deeply. Zuko is a lot more sensitive than people recognize. He has so many emotions, feelings, conflicting and swirling about like the flames he harbours. And for the longest time, he found peace, dealt with his past, moved on. But you-” Iroh titled his cup of tea towards me, nudging his chin to emphasize the ‘you’ part.

            “You dear, are something my poor nephew has never dealt with before. And it’s both exhilarating and petrifying. You have the power to soothe Zuko’s flames just like how he has the control of boiling you up – but together, you form a perfect harmony – a dance that only so many have tried to do. And when perfected; it’s a combo people desire to experience and watch with envy.”

            With a swift motion, my head fell against the table, and I snivelled, hearing Iroh’s words just tore my heart into a million pieces. Words I needed so desperately to hear yet made the overwhelming sense of guilt eat away at me. “Iroh…” I whined, “I love Zuko.” Iroh chuckled once again, his ceramic cup hitting the table. A gentle clap caught my attention as I looked upwards, “He’s outside training.” My eyes widen, a gasp escaping my lips.

            “Is he nuts!? It’s pouring outside, he could get sick or-” What an idiot this Zuko was! It’s thundering, lightning, the whole nine yards and he is outside training? I stood up, pushing myself away from the table that we lounged at the library, the entire time Iroh beaming madly, “I’m sorry, I need to get Zuko before he gets sick or hurt.” I muttered as I grabbed the thin scarf hanging on my chair and fiddled around with it over my shoulders.

            “Thank you.”

            I stopped my fussing, looking up at Iroh with confusion.

            “I always worry about Zuko – he’s not just a nephew to me, but a son. And now that he has you I know…I know he’s going to be okay, that I’m no longer needed – and it’s okay.” It was a look of sadness. Even though his smile reached his eyes, the way his eyes glossed over hinted at a combination of comfort, relief, but sorrow. “Iroh…” I muttered, he was old. I knew that, but the way he was speaking, “Don’t talk like that, you’re young. And for Zuko’s sakes and my sanity, we need you, the both of us.”

            Iroh chuckled before taking another sip of his tea, humming softly to the patters of the falling rain, “Death is never the end. It’s only the start of a new chapter.”

            “A chapter without us.”

            “But a new chapter, nevertheless.”

            Iroh set down his tea once again, “A story for another day, Ying Yue – don’t you have a stubborn Fire Lord to comfort?” I smiled and nodded, but before turning on my heel, I found myself pouring some more tea for Iroh. The giant look of appreciation on Iroh’s face as the tea trickled into his cup, “I promised to love him forever.”

            “I know,” Iroh whispered, his voice faint. “You made that promise to yourself long before I asked, I just made you realize.”

            “Thank you, for everything,” I said once more, before turning on my heel and pushing the library doors wide. A sigh escaped my lips as my eyes scanned the windows, the rain was pounding, the glass screaming against the harsh droplets of water. Zuko – what are you doing outside? I scowled, my hands tightening to fists as I grabbed the fabric of my dress and ran through the hallways. Maids and guards watched me frantically – but I dashed too fast for them to stop me. I swear if Zuko gets sick, ughhhh – the thought of dealing with an ill AND grumpy Zuko – let the spirits pray for me.

            “Imperial Consort – the weather is horrendous, please-”

            “I’ll be fine – Waterbender~!” I shouted back to the guards as I pushed by them and bumped against the large wooden doors. Right away, the water slapped against my body; my dress sticking to me like a second layer of skin. I hissed under my breath; it was freezing outside, haze forming as I huffed. I knew where the training grounds were; they weren’t too far away but this rain. It was absolutely atrocious.

            The rain hit the ground, springing up slightly, and while I was secretly a lover of rain – even this was a bit much. But I kept on trekking through, not bumping into a single soul along the way. No one in the right mind would walk in this weather, let alone be outside. But Zuko, gosh - I would walk to the edge of the world for that stubborn man. What am I even going to say? My walking slowed down; realization hit me. What makes me think he even wants to see me? He could just push me away – ignore my existence till the day he dies.

            But if what if he lets me talk - what am I even going to say? Do I just blurt out my feelings? Or do I ignore what happened and not mention about last night? I huffed, my emotions attacking me at so many angles as the possibilities of how this could end up made me dizzy. The first thing I’m going to do is drag that man back inside before he gets sick and then- The sound thunder rumbling in the skies ripped my attention back in front of me, catching sight of the random bursts of light.

            My body froze, fire.

            The flames erupted from his hands furiously, not meticulous or thoughtful like how I’ve seen before. I could see the frustration written in his face despite the distance and fog that sat between us. The way his damp hair stuck to his face with every twist and turn, the way his chest heaved agonizingly with every heavy breath. Zuko was in pain – so much pain.

            My arms fell to my side; I knew exactly what to do – nothing.

            Absolutely nothing.

            Without a second thought, I walked to the bench that lined the training fields, the wood soggy from the moisture as I sat. It was right then, and there I decided. I wasn’t going to force him to go back into the palace to dry up. I wasn’t going to speak to him or try to talk until he made a move. I wasn’t going to do anything – except watch him take out every single bit of frustration inside him.

            I watched the way Zuko punched the air.

            The way he kicked the rain.

            The way his flames crackled and hissed against the water.

            His flames were erratic. Aimlessly being thrown and cutting through the rain with such ease. Zuko’s flames were scorching, so much so that I could feel a vague warmth from where I silently sat, his warmth. The warmth that I grew to crave, the warmth that I wanted to feel next to me for the rest of my damn pitiful life.

            Bright yellows and reds reflected off the ground with every burst, Zuko’s flames stretching well beyond the norm, not trying at all to control the span nor the temperature of them. And for a split moment, I swore, I saw hints of blue mix in with his flames. The air around us continued to mist, as the water cried and boiled mid-air the moment it touched his fire. Zuko grunted underneath his breath as he spun on his heel, another burst erupted from his hands.

            It was breathtaking.

            It was beyond imaginable how beautiful fire was – and despite the destructive tendencies people labelled fire as they were wrong – oh so wrong. People think water is the element of emotion, but I beg to differ. With every flame Zuko threw, I seemed to understand more about him and the conflicting emotions that coursed through his veins. Frustration, confusion, and pain. The broader and less controlled the flames – the wilder the feelings in him were. They weren’t precise nor constraint – Zuko let the fire run rampant. Silence spoke louder than words, and Zuko right now was going on a tangent.

            This was the first time I ever saw Zuko so ruffled, unrelenting, letting his emotions get the better of him. His guard was down, and despite wearing nothing more than wore-out pants, he seemed utterly naked in my eyes - stripped to the rawest of emotions.

            Zuko’s feet stomped onto the dirt underneath him, his back towards me. But I knew that he knew, that I was here – watching him this whole time. His shoulders were slumped in defeat as his back rose with every worn-out breath. Steam floating upwards as he panted profoundly, his face looking down at the ground underneath him - as if it was the most impressive dirt he has ever seen. He was burning; the raindrops searing as they touched his skin.

            “Zuko.”

            My voice sounded foreign, seemingly winded as it travelled in the air. A shaky breath escaped him, before turning on his heel and facing me. The first time I got a good look at his face. Eyes bloodshot, face strained as his thoughts consumed him. He didn’t utter a word, just stumbled towards me — every step my heart beat faster, wanting him to say something, anything, at this point.

            My head tilted upwards, trying to get a good look at him, he was covered in a mixture of sweat and rain. And just like that, he dropped. His knees hit the ground, his head fell on my lap, and he sighed into my thighs. His warm breath against my wet dress and cold legs felt terrific, only noticing then that I was shivering like a leaf.

            Without a second thought, my hands fell upon his head, running my fingers through his wet hair, tangling between my fingers. He groaned, his face buried in my lap, seemingly enjoying the coldness that consumed my body – but I accepted it because he was the warmth I so desperately needed. “Zuko…” I whimpered once again. Zuko’s head rose, looking at me with an expression of frustration. His amber coloured eyes looked dead as I struggled to look for that twinkle.

            “Do you know…how much it hurts, thinking that you may find me as something disgusting? Something to pity over because of my scar? A scar that is so fucking obvious to the world, and a daily reminder of what I can become – what type of man I can become because it’s in my blood – being a monster?” He spoke, his voice brittle.

            His father – he feared that he'd one day become like his father.

            I knew that his past, specifically his family, was a sore spot, and although Iroh knew Zuko had in some ways closed that chapter in his life – clearly last night arose new emotions. “Zuko…” I croaked, my hands untangling themselves from his damp hair to his face. It was bold, but I didn’t care. I let my hand trace along his scar – skin rough, constricted, but more importantly, red. A deep, blistering, red.

            This scar affected him in so many ways. Sokka told me in secret how the burn has affected Zuko’s vision, the skin so tight it was hard for him to focus at times – yet he suffered mutely. I saw the creams and oils he often put on in the morning discretely, thinking I was too busy getting ready for the day to notice. Creams to stop the dryness that came with the forever damaged skin. But while I saw all the physical pains that went with that scar, I didn’t realize the emotional damage it afflicted upon him.

            “I’m sorry…” I sobbed, failing to notice that it was not the wetness from the rain that ran down my cheeks, but my tears. Zuko was in so much pain, and I never realized how much. Zuko shook his head, pressing his warm hands against mine, letting me touch his scar without hesitance, “It’s not your fault, I should’ve never snapped at you like that. You didn’t know-”

            “No, Zuko, I’m sorry that you’re in pain. I wish I could take it away; I wish I could bare it for you. I just want you to be happy.” 

            “But I am happy. Fuck, I’ve never been happier in my whole life till now. You alone managed to consume me; I couldn’t get rid of you without killing myself along the way.” Zuko let his head fall once again on my lap, my hands tracing his features as his eyes closed, a sigh escaping him. “When I snapped at you, I knew I fucked up. And despite being the one to hurt you, I’m the one running to you for comfort.” I smiled, coddling his head into my arms. Without a second thought, my lips grazed his scar, pecking him sympathetically, “I was never mad at you – I thought I hurt you.”

            “You could never hurt me, love,” Zuko pledged under his breath, sighing blissfully at my butterfly kisses, and I smiled. A sincere joyful smile as I hugged him even tighter to my chest. “And I think you're perfect - scar or no scar, you’re incredible – don’t you ever forget that.” His arms wrapped around my legs, as we stayed like that. A pregnant pause as the sound of rain hitting the ground and the rumbles of thunder above us. But somehow, the rain didn’t seem as lonely.

            The grey skies were suddenly comforting, and I found myself giggling in absolute ecstasy. “I’m sorry for letting Kayto touch my face, he caught me off guard, I didn’t mean to make you jealous.” Zuko huffed, suddenly sitting upright as he scowled, “I wasn’t jealous.” He spat, trying a bit too hard to seem poised. Suddenly a smug smile found its way to my lips, my fingers poking at Zuko’s puffed out chest, like how a peacock does to impress his mate. “Oh? Enlighten me, what was that about then?” I mused.

            A faint pink blush tinted his cheeks, scoffing to himself as his burning hands ran up my legs, “…I was being…territoral.” I giggled. A loud, endless fit of giggles escaped me as I pecked Zuko’s forehead with admiration, “Ahh, thank you for clarifying. I thought the mighty Fire Lord was jealous for a moment.”

            Zuko grinned, chuckling to himself, “Glad we cleared that up, but love…your shaking. You’re going to get sick.” The way Zuko’s hands ran up and down my legs made me groan in pleasure, the sudden warmth bringing comfort back into my bones; I was freezing, frozen to the core. Zuko grimaced, seemingly realizing how cold I was, “Let’s get inside. You’re a fool for coming out here without an umbrella or jacket.” Zuko nagged, pulling away and starting to get up from his knees. “Wait, I can just-” I didn’t think twice, and for the first time, I bent.

            Willingly and happily.

            My hand rose, swaying side to side, letting the rain that poured above us build up and slowly begin to freeze. A thin crystallized layer of ice covered us, a perfect curved circle as I built the handle downwards to my hand. Zuko looked up in amazement, “You’re bending…,” he whispered. “Hmm?” I perked up, not realizing the gratitude of his statement until I grasped the make-shift umbrella in my hand.

            The water that poured didn’t touch our skin, the ice-umbrella providing us with a temporary shelter. But the smile on Zuko’s face, it was enormous. So big, he looked like the cat that got the cream, “You did it.” He blurted, looking up at my ice-umbrella with wonder, “Y-you bent. Fuck, you don’t realize how beautiful you look when you bend.” He was right; I did it. It was because of him – just being with Zuko made me feel safe, comfortable, confident. It was because of him…it was because of him…

            “I love you.”

            My cheeks flushed red, realizing what I had just blurted. Zuko’s face dropped, his body stiff as his head shot towards me, “What did you say?” He exclaimed. Zuko’s eyes were beyond blown out, his jaw almost hitting the ground. Regret seeped through my veins as I studied Zuko’s face. It was like I told him I was actually the Avatar or something – damnit. I messed up. Gosh, it was too late, I said it, and there’s no going back now.

            “I-I-Zuko. I know, you don’t feel the same way, and I know I’m annoying. I’m needy, I-I always want hugs and cuddles, and I know I drive you up the wall, but I love you. I love you so-so much.” I cried. I was embarrassed, my emotions got the better of me, and as a result, I blurted something so foolishly premature after we finally reconciled.

            But nothing would have prepared me for how quick Zuko moved. His hands gripping my face with such a force, my body pulled forward, and without a breath to spare, his lips slammed against mine. The beautiful umbrella that caused the whole situation slipped through my fingers, crashing like glass against the floor, the rain dropping against our skin. But I wasn’t given a single second to mourn.

            Zuko’s lips moved furiously, devouring my own as if starved. I mewled, his hands dancing along my skin and into my hair, gripping me so tightly as if I was going to evaporate. “Say it again,” Zuko grunted breathlessly into my mouth.

            "I love you,” I choked, trying to breathe, uselessly grabbing onto him — anything to steady myself. My face coloured seeing the way Zuko moaned, his golden eyes rolling to the back of his head, as he fell into my neck, “Ugh, fuck. Again.”

            “I love you.” I moaned out, his lips dancing along my neck, sloppy wet needy kisses trailing. Too quick to leave a mark but yet long enough that I could feel his heavy breath against my skin. Goosebumps forming along my skin, “Again.” he groaned.

            “I love you.”

            “Again.”

            “I love you.”

            “Again.”

            “Zuko-” I gasped. He was panting. I could hear his short rapid breaths in my ear– heavy and anxious. “Do you know how long I’ve imagined-imagined you saying those cursed three words. How many nights I’ve dreamt?” He pulled away, pressing his forehead against mine. His face was flushed like mine; lips parted as he struggled to breath, let alone speak. “I love you.” He laughed as if he just blurted the biggest secret in the world - as if all the stress he bore was suddenly relieved. Zuko's eyes twinkled, and he chuckled with merit - as if he was the luckiest and happiest man in the world.

            He loves me.

            He loves…

            Me.

            I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him close as I enthusiastically rubbed my nose against his — the feelings. My stomach was fluttering, and I couldn’t even think straight. “I love you, babe, so much. Don’t you ever forget that.”

            “I love you too...” I whispered, words I never thought I would ever get to say.

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46.Post Break up Kiss- The kiss that catches you both offguard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me all again all at oncewithout any words being said

Trigger Warning: This has some very deep, very personal descriptions of depression. It was very hard to write and only scratches the surface of a deeper issue but please be cautious before reading, please

It had been raining all week, the sky wept as it seeminglysang the sad song of Eddie’s life. It was like a ballad that would never end,the pain acting like a cycle, bringing the storm back every night, when the sunwas nestled in west and the monsters crawled from their hiding spots.

He had thought that eventually, it would have all gotten better.That their love would become nothing more than a faint memory that could nevertouch him again but as time passed, and life continued, he knew that aching inhis heart was there to stay. And stay it did.

So he went on with his life, dragging his feet against theconcrete, forcing himself to push forward and hoping for something that hefeared would never come. Salvation was a bit of a reach, so he would settlewith normality and would build on top of that. However, he was never able tobuild too high for each storm that hit the hustle and bustle outside hit himtenfold, tearing down what he had spent hours building and leaving him with nothing.

It was at night that he allowed himself to crumble with hisshattered normality, gripping on to what his lover had left behind, and prayingfor some kind of light to return to his life. The name would fall from his lipslike a prayer, the tears like a river, washing away the sins of the past. Yes,night was his lowest point and as the sun rose he would gather himself, showerand begin the cycle over again.

His friends helped, their words of encouragement like badgesthat they pinned to his chest. He carried these with him throughout the day,before shedding them with his clothes each night. During his weakest times ithad been his friends that had kept him sane, the days passing by agonizinglyslow as he stood aside and let the time pass.

Yes, someday things would be just as good as they had been, maybeeven better he hoped, but for now he settled with what he had, waiting out thestorm of his life and praying for the calm after. Because what else was thereto do? The damage was done, the wounds were healing and the only thing thatcould save him was his own grace. Time, it seemed, was what he needed.

“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight?” Beverlyasked, walking beside him, a hop in her step that seemed to radiate happiness.

Eddie offered a small smile, shrugging. “I don’t want to bethat guy but I know Richie will probably be-“

“Oh come on, its Ben’s birthday. I know he would want youthere.” She sang, slinging her arm through his as they crossed the street. “Besides,it’s been like six months, can’t you two just be civil?”

He could feel his depression brimming, the storm rising inthe horizon, taking a deep breath he swallowed it back down. “I can be civilbut it still hurts Bev, and I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

“Eddie, come on.” She pleaded, rubbing his arm for support. “Youdon’t even have to speak to him just be there for Ben, just stop by at least.”

“Yeah okay.” He sighed in defeat, “I’ll stop by, for Ben,and for you.”

Beverly beamed.

The mirror was playing tricks on him. That had to be itbecause the man staring back at him looked nothing like the one who had stood theresix months ago. His short torso was thinned, his hipbones pultruding throughhis skin. The once full face that he had carried with him since his childhood wasgone, replaced with sunken eyes and defined cheek bones. His hair was longernow, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had taken himself out to go getit cut, now wishing that he had noticed before. Although he wasn’t able to seeit, the glimmer that he had in his eyes was gone as well, the dullness nowgazing back at himself.

It was days like this that he wasn’t sure who he wasanymore.

His phone’s ring tone pulled him from his pity party,throwing him back in to the harsh world with an auditable thud. With a sigh he answered,reading the name three times before doing so. “Hey Bill.” He muttered to the receiver,grabbing his shirt from the bed and pulling it over his head. “What’s up?”

“Beverly told me you were coming to Ben’s birthday dinner,is that right?”

“Yeah, I said I’d stop by.”

“Eddie.” Bill whispered, his tone low and worrisome. “Youknow Richie’s here right?”

“I know.” Eddie admitted, sighing in defeat. Maybe he wasn’tas strong as he thought, maybe the storm was arriving early tonight. “I thoughtI could handle it, that I could just get by without confrontation.”

“You don’t need this, you are still recovering from your, um”Depression. Bill was never able to say it, never able to admit that Eddie haddipped so low in his live that the monster that had once haunted him was nowclawing its way in to his best friend. “I don’t want you to take a step back, Idon’t want you to come unless you’re ready.”

“But Beverly-“

“Has no idea what it’s like. I do. She wants you to be happybut doesn’t understand that sometimes pushing only makes things worse.” Therewas a ragged breath, the shards of his confession digging deep into Eddie’stender flesh. “Just think about it, I’m telling you it’s okay to stay home, ifthat’s what you really want.”

What he really wants? What Eddie really wanted, what hewished above all else was to recover, for the monster that had nestled in hisheart to die a painful death but sometimes hang ups and set backs were all thatit needed to dig deeper into his soul. He wanted to feel okay, just for amoment he wanted to break free of the water and take that initial breath offreedom. He was drowning, and the storm was pushing him further down.

“I understand.” Eddie finally whispered, tears burning hiseyes. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Eddie.”

“I’ll talk to you later Bill, tell Ben that I’m sorry.” Hedidn’t wait for a response, instead hanging up the phone and dropping it to thefloor. So the storm was going to come early tonight, he thought, so fucking beit.

Each breath burned his lungs, the pain radiating not only inhis chest, but throughout his entire body. His fingers bit in to the fabric ofhis comforter, silent tears soaking through to the fibers. Rain crashed againstthe window like bullets, loudly filling the air with its sad song. Every sooften lightening would flash, illuminating the small room before plunging itback in to darkness.

The storm. The crimpling depression. It was all too familiar,and still he welcomed it because at least now he could actually feel somethingrather than being numb to it all. Pain was pain, but nothing was even worse.

There was a knock at his door, the demanding noise makingEddie jump in surprise. He waited with baited breath, hoping that he it hadbeen the storm. When the noise came again he cursed, forcing himself out ofbed. It took a moment but eventually he found his robe, tightly wrapping itaround his waist like a protective barrier.

When he made it to the door the knocking hand becomefrantic, the obnoxious bangs becoming louder than the thunder. “Holy fuckingshit.” Eddie growled, opening the door and allowing the chain to catch itsweight. “It’s two in the fucking morning what do you-“

He was cut off by the burning in his throat, the man beforehim leaned against the door frame, his broken smile growing at the sight ofEddie. “Richie? What in the hell are you doing here.”

“I needed to see you.” He choked, pushing his soaking hairfrom his face and readjusting his wet glasses along his nose. “You weren’t atdinner and I need to see you.”

“Go home.” Eddie nipped, ignoring the pull in his chest. “You’redrunk.”

“I don’t drink anymore, I’ve been sober ever since-“Hestopped and Eddie prayed he wouldn’t finish his sentence, the memory of thatnight still burning behind his eyes. “I know it’s late and I’m sorry for thatbut please let me in.”

“No.” Eddie whispered, “No, go away.”

“I went to that stupid dinner just to see you again, to talkto you and you weren’t there, why weren’t you there?” Richie whined, his ownpain interlacing itself in his question.

“I couldn’t make it.” Eddie replied coldly, fighting backhis tears. “I got caught up with stuff.”

“I begged Beverly to get you there I-I got on my knees andbegged and you still weren’t there. Fuck, I said some stupid stuff, admittedsome painful things and still-“He laughed, his voice hallow distant, void of humorentirely. “I should have stopped you, should have ran after you and I didn’t becauseI’m a fucking coward. I’m a cowered Eddie and I should have done everything inmy power to keep you with me because I’m a mess, a fucking train wreck withoutyou.”

“Why are you telling me this?” He whimpered, not believingthe fantasy that was unfolding before him. This was a cruel trick, a dream.Richie wouldn’t come here, he wouldn’t say these things. Eddie felt his chestache, his want for salvation scorching his skin. “Why are you here?”

“Let me in.” Richie pleaded, the storm pelting him withrain. “Please.”

Eddie debated shutting him down, just telling him no andclosing the door, forever cutting him off. Everything would remain the same,only now he would have to carry the guilt of what could have been. With a squeezeof his eyes and a few escaped tears he shut the door and removed the chain, reopeningit fully.

And then he waited.

Richie stated at him, his brilliant auburn eyes inspectinghis now skeleton like figure making Eddie self-conscious. Not that he lookedany better, his eyes were now encased in dark circles, the soaked clothes hewore hung from his lanky frame like they were on a wire. It was like lookinginto a mirror, only this time it showed you your medicine rather than you disease.

Then Richie closed the gap between them, pulling Eddie tohis chest effortlessly. There was a moment before their lips touched, a splitsecond when Richie lingered a few centimeters away, his breath washing overEddie like a heartwarming shower. Then they kissed, and the world melted away.

It said so many things, and nothing at once. Like the riseand fall of the past six months, Eddie rode out the waves, holding on to Richiefor dear life and praying that he wouldn’t drown. Calloused hands found Eddie’sface, tracing his cheek gently as if creating a master piece just for him. Eddiecould feel the spark between them, its shock awakening something inside of him.The connection was powerful and strong but also weak and vulnerable.

When they finally pulled apart Richie buried his face in tothe crevice of Eddies shoulder and sobbed. He sobbed painfully loud, his handsclutching on to Eddie’s robe, begging for validation. Eddie took a breath, thefreeing feeling granting him admittance to the world above his storm, above hissorrow and pain.

The depression wasn’t gone, and perhaps it never would be,but in that moment and the moments that fallowed Eddie was granted salvation,granted freedom from his own cycle and started anew.

He was going to be okay, and that was all that mattered.

[blaisein]

ok so here’s the story from a-z so i’ve never vacationed at a lake before?? but apparently the fam was into it idk. so three of my siblings went down to the dock where i was reading (it’s a creepy ass dock scratch that a creepy ass place i have the receipts so does kianna ask her it is on its friday the 13th shit and did i mention i have to sleep alone in one of the cabins tonight? boi bai but anyway) they were all like omg caelyn get in the water with us and i was like probs not but ok. and they are splashing and being gross but highkey i’m too scared bc for some reason the water was giving me anaconda the movie vibes so i wasn’t gonna go in! but they are stinky and calling me out for being scared (i’m the oldest out of who was there but do i care? no it’s scary) and somehow they convinced me to get in. well more like pushed they pushed me in. i was screaming. like i tried to climb back up and these demons would kick my head back down like what !!!! anyway all drama aside i eventually was okay with it and we were like u kno what would be cool? floaties. or whatever those big things are called like tubes and shark floats or wtvr. so we got in we were splashing but lowkey i was waiting for the snakes to come. but anyway so we’re racing and stuff and eventually i was over it so i just got out and my siblings were like omg caelyn get your float as i was like ok but it like .. started to drift away. by then i was too lazy to get it even tho i def could have (ok actually i was once again scared bc i floated towards the creepy hanging boat we have so i said not today) but they started yelling bc it was my fault but meanwhile none of their asses were getting it either if it was such a big deal ??? so i was like i am only getting it if y'all swim with me and they wouldn’t and tbh it’s pathetic lol i’m 4 years older than the oldest one my sisters that were there but whatever. so they are just being mean and i’m too scared and so it starts to get FAR like so far away so i actually start swimming bc imma get my ass beat if i lose it. so i head off, super scared bc i know the snakes were following me. and jet skis and boats and shit are making waves so i’m like fr and the tube is just so gone now but i’m swimming anyway. i mean in a blink of an eye this floatie vanished. then i’m like damn imma drown (the irony bc i used to swim competitively like i’m a swimmer but i did NOT want to do this i wanted to die via drowning instead of snakes ok) but eventually i’m like “HELP OMG HELP” bc i was getting too lazy and then this big boat comes and is like “um u ok fam” and i said “no i’m dying and i lost my floatie” bc by then my man was gone like out of sight idk how it happened. so i can still hear my siblings yelling at me from the shore, the skanks were salty bc they knew they’d get in trouble too. then the people in the boat pick me up but tbh in that moment i felt like if my brother and sisters weren’t there i may have been kidnapped bc i’m paranoid. anyway. so i am getting yelled at by them ugh so annoying so i haul ass up to the house to tell my parents and my grandparents about what happened. i rly didn’t want to but i swear my little siblings were bullying me! lol. my gma is like fr caelyn and my mom was like just go swim for it but ??? pls. so my dad and grandpa are like ok we’re gonna drive to the other end bc he thought he could see it out of the window (this is so dramatic all for a tube!!) like he was out there with binoculars. i felt bad so i was like “ok i’ll stay in my bathing suit so i can dive in this is my duty my responsibility my fault” n everyone rolled their eyes bc they know i’m flaky lol. anyway we get in the car and my grandpa drives us to the house where he thinks he saw it get stuck by a pier. so we walk up to the door (the house is gorgeous it’s aesthetic probs cost a million and bajillion dollars) and knock. no one answers. we see packages out front so we’re like “ok maybe they’re away” so my grandpa sNEAKS AROUND BACK AND STARTS TRESPASSING and i’m like oh no this is death. so i go with him and we run out back and get on their dock which is LIT. i’m talking hammocks, jet skis, couches, chairs, a boat, a bAR LIKE AN ALCOHOL BAR (lowkey i looked for some jameson), and all this crap i was shook. we looked and couldn’t find this stupid ass float thing and then a boat comes thru. it’s the people and the dog that saved my life!! but like … they were getting close and i was sure they were getting ready to dock so i start sweating. this was their house we’re about to get our asses beat. so my grandpa’s charming ass self starts to explain the situation and the lady is like … ok she said okay like maybe 50 times i was fr sweating. perspiration was real. and then like they start actually connecting i was like um what’s happening. they’re talking and he’s being all smooth and the husband was like ok lemme get out on one of our thousand jet skis and see if i can find it. and so my grandpa and the wife are just talking and i’m sitting there with the dog chilling then they’re like “omg we have the same lawyer !! what” like they are BONDING OVER HERE HE GOT HER NUMBER SHE’S LIKE COME OVER FOR A COCKTAIL?!? i was shook like we fr were committing a crime and snooping and btw they like saved my life earlier and def thought i was problematic but here we are. then i start talking w them and they live right next to my university they offered me to chill during the school year like ???? and she said if i ever wanted to VACATION WITH THEM in california i could like wffffff they are freaking millionaires i will take them up on that. anyway so we made bros with these people and they were like ok we’ll text u if we find it (text us wtf is happening guys this is all bc of a floatie and my problematic lazy ass). but i mean we still didn’t find the tube but by then we said whatever let’s just buy a new one (after 2 hours we came to this genius conclusion). so we go back to our cabins and my grandpa is like OMG I SEE IT HOP BACK IN THE CAR and by now i’m 50 shades of done with this but it’s my fault so i hauled ass. so we get in the car and start driving god knows where i’m like wtf but we arrive at ANOTHER HOUSE it’s under construction so my grandpa is like yeah we can def trespass here too and i’m like !! tf ??? but i get out anyway. and #1 i’m like how do you know the floatie is here this is tragic. so we start walking towards the lake but it’s like all woods here i’m fr walking in my bikini and flip flops it’s tragic. so my grandpa is like “ok u stop i don’t want you to get hurt so just stand here” and tbh i didn’t protest bc i’m lazy trash and also i know he wouldn’t let me i could get in trouble lol. so my 72 year old grandfather in his golf shirt and khaki pants starts climbing down to the lake and i see him JUMP OVER A FENCe he is as extra as i am. but yeah so then he disappears and he calls me and he’s like “is the tube black with yellow shit” and i said !!!! that’s it!! so 5 mins later he runs up, sweating and holding the tube i just stood there like “this was the most extra thing they are $5 at the store” but we found it we got it we survived and then we went home and had drinks with the millionaires lol so this was very long but i’m not a good story teller it was so DRAMATIC and i don’t think i hyped up enough the part where i almost died i was going under my fear was crimpling. but lol the end!! this was not worth the wait lol but lemme tell you the millionaires are cool i’m about to go jet ski also hmu if you wanna see pics of my friday the 13 house i'm sleeping in alone i'm shook

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7 minutes in heaven

♡ pairing; jungkook x reader | taehyung x reader ♡ genre; angst,romance ♡ word count; 6.9k ♡ warnings; alcohol mention,mild/strong language

[x cr] A/N; the story line kind of came about as i was writing it which made it quite fun to make. honestly don’t know if i want this to be a one-shot or a possible series,hmm... pls reblog if you see,it helps me out a lot ty

“Come on Y/N,it’ll be fun I promise!” Your best friend Tiffany urges,shaking your arm like a little child nagging a parent for a toy or candy bar “I bet Taehyung wants to see you as much as you do…” It has only been a couple of hours since Tiffany abruptly sent the blunt text that she was coming over to your house and you had to be ready to go out as soon as she got there. You weren’t expecting much,maybe a casual drive to the night-time arcade you love with a few friends or even just a girly sleepover over at Maisie’s. Anything but what she actually had in mind. “Namjoon asked me in science class and I said I’d come!” She exclaims throwing her head back with annoyance, “I can’t just let him down like that.” “So you can go and play drinking games and flirt with Jungkook while I just sit there?” You say teasingly,raising your eyebrows at her which makes a loud huff come from her lips. “Ugh Y/N,why are you being so difficult?” She moans,pushing your arm slightly, “The rest of the guys are going to be there as well so it’s not like you’re going to be bored…”  And as she says that,your palms start to get clammy and your heart beat quickens. Those were the only boys that could make you extremely nervous. Not because they were a bad set of people,but because each one of them had an alluring charm about them that you couldn’t shake off. They were playful and mischievous in their own unique ways,and even being in the same room with them made you feel optimistic and mellow,aside from the dizzying butterflies that flew around in your body as a result of your insecurity. They also were quite strikingly mesmerising,the beauty radiating not only from their personalities but from the faces that went with it,another reason as to why the uncomfortable anxious feeling is growing in your stomach as the seconds go by. Oh and to top that off,your heart has had a strong tie to Taehyung ever since high school. You never really had the chance to speak to him earlier in your education because of your crimpling shyness and lack of attraction to the pre-pubescent boys in your year.  But as the two of you grew older and more mature,so did your passions for art,and as fate had it,you were both placed in the same class. Although your conversational skills weren’t and still aren’t the best,you knew his soft eyes were never judgemental as he listened with intent to whatever you had to say,making you feel ever so slightly special,like he was actually interested in you… But maybe that was just your imagination. “Look,you’re already dressed and ready to go,so we may as well have some fun after these shitty exams!” Tiffany sighs,tugging tightly on your arm again, “It’s only eight o’clock…” You look up lazily into her pleading hazel eyes and think it over for a few seconds. Sitting with seven of the world’s most gorgeous boys would surely just make you feel extremely and completely self-conscious and even thinking of it now is giving you cold shivers. However,one of those boys would be Taehyung and that offer is slightly more tempting,the thought of finally getting to see him making the pull stronger… “…Okay fine! You’ve got me!” You declare,hearing her squeal with glee in the background. “Grab your bag,a lipstick and a jacket!” She lists off,looking around your room with frantic excitement, “Let’s go!” Before you can even comprehend what you’ve just agreed to,she gathers your things and drags you down your stairs and swiftly out of the door. ___________ “I only want a couple of drinks so,I’m expecting you to take care of my car,” Tiffany says with glistening eyes. You giggle lightly at your friend,adding an eye roll, “Is it this left then?” The impending thought of getting to see Taehyung again is making your head swim with emotion,and the feelings of anxiety and pure adrenaline crash into each other until you can’t quite tell which is which.  You notice your hands shaking on the wheel and you come back down to reality to focus on steadying them. Tiff nods excitedly and you proceed to turn the corner onto one of the richest streets in the area. You knew Namjoon was well off but you didn’t know he was this loaded… The houses lining the recently rejuvenated road stand tall on either side,cream lights illuminating their front yards like a fashion runway. Each building has a distinct look to it that separates it from the rest,unlike the houses from where you live which resemble each other exactly. After a few minutes of squabbling over which house could possibly be his,the two of you finally decide to pull up outside one of the significantly superior ones.  The house looks like a Greek temple,the whites of the walls standing out under the glowing of the lights dotted around his driveway. Of course he has to own the largest house on the street… Neither one of you decides takes the first move to get out of the car so, you’re just sitting there examining the immense structure and thinking about how utterly crazy you are for even coming here.  “Fuck it,let’s go,” You mumble after a couple of minutes,making Tiff jump as you swing open the door and jump out. With a determined feeling in your body,you start to walk over to the front of his palace whilst feeling Tiff run up from behind to grip onto your palm. It takes a solid 10 seconds to finally make your way up to the enormous wooden door and you hit your knuckles nervously against it,wincing with every knock. Not because of the pain but because of the thought that one of them is going to come to the door to answer y- “HEY GIRLS!” Namjoon bellows into your faces with a wide but soft grin,his hooded eyes sparkling with happiness and alcohol, “Come on in and make yourself at home,su casa mi casa! Or is it mi casa su casa…” A light laugh releases itself from your throat as you watch the God-like boy opposite you hard in thought,his almost silver hair shining under the  intricate chandelier above him.  You suddenly feel very exposed in your black skinny jeans and lacy crop top so with a swift movement you close your grey oversized hoodie and fold your arms tightly over your chest. “HEY,WHO IS IT?” You hear a voice call from a distant room as you step into the immaculate house. “IT’S TIFFANY AND UH-…what’s your name?” Namjoon asks with a regrettable look on his face. “It’s-uh,Y/N…” You manage to get out,feeling embarrassed by the fact he can’t even remember your name but you try to not let it bother you. “Oh shit,of course! The girl in Tae’s art class? Sorry I couldn’t remember,” He giggles nervously,rubbing the back of his head. “No no,it’s fine really!” You assure him absently whilst your mind floats away with the possible fact that Taehyung has spoken about you to his friends before. A smaller body runs up and jumps on Namjoon from behind and your eyes are met with a shocking orange-coloured head of hair,straight away signalling that this is Jimin.  He fusses over Namjoon for a few seconds,ruffling his once perfectly placed hair before locking eyes with you and Tiff. “Tiffany and Y/N,right?” Jimin asks,pointing at the two of you with a slight red flush in his plump cheeks. “Yeah,that’s us!” Tiff chimes in from your left side,hurting your ear a little bit but you know how excited she is and you smile at her contentment. “Well let’s not stand here all day,come on!” Namjoon urges,beckoning you with his large hands. The closer you get to the closed-off living room,the more you can feel your heart panicking in your chest and as the voices from inside start to get louder and chirpier,Namjoon pushes open the door. “Wassup,boys!” Namjoon announces to his crew,running to meet Yoongi first with a tight grasp of the hand and a pat on the back.  Each one of the remaining three boys is spread out amongst the immeasurable size of the room,making some sort of noise to greet Namjoon. “Oh are these your guests,Joonie?” Yoongi points,raising a teasing eyebrow at Namjoon and you feel a rush of excitement go through you. “Yeah yeah,I thought it’d be nice to have two sensible young women attend this rather messy thing I’ve got going on here,” Namjoon laughs,wincing slightly at the already chaotic space around him. “Well I’d say I’m the more sensible one,Tiff is making me drive tonight so she can party,” You say over the music,drawing a halo around your head with your finger.  “I’m here to party too so,let’s get it!,” Yoongi chuckles,showing off his signature gummy smile and you feel a sensation of calm roll over you. The four of you go over to join the others,receiving pleasant smiles and soft “Hellos” from both Hoseok and Jin,only getting a little timid wave from Jungkook. Tiffany instantly takes her place next to him and you watch as she comfortably makes conversation,her eyes obvious attraction.  You wish you could flow as easily as she does,the confidence radiates off of her in a way that makes everyone want to talk to her. And although you hate to admit it,you wish you got that’s sort of attention sometimes. Trying to ignore the sudden negative feelings making their way into your mind,you scrabble over to find Hoseok as although you’ve hardly spoken to him you knew he would instantly make you feel better. “Y/N! Glad you managed to come,I needed another sensible person here to keep me sane,” Hoseok says with a breathy laugh as sun rays beam off of him,and you can’t help but let them sink into your skin. ‘Tonight’s going to be fun’ You reassuringly tell yourself,slowly falling back into the white couch to listen to Hoseok joyfully ramble away to you. ___________ From all the laughing caused by Jin’s ridiculously bad dad jokes,you feel the sudden urgency to need the toilet so you quickly dash off,still laughing as you go.  “Second floor,take a right and it’s the first door along that corridor!” Namjoon shouts over Jin’s squeaky window-wiper laugh and you call back to thank him. As you climb up the carefully crafted marbled stairs,you realise that you haven’t seen Taehyung all night. How have you only just clocked this? You sigh to yourself with the thought of not getting to see Tae’s rectangular smile and floppy hair,and your optimistic feeling slowly diminishes.  Although you’re mad at him for avoiding you for the past week and not answering your persistent worrying texts and calls,you still have a painfully annoying urge in your chest to see him. After sorting yourself out and reapplying your lipstick in the Gretian bathroom,you head back out into the quiet hallway and decide to take a little wander. There are way more rooms than you had expected,some of which are slightly open and you take a quick peek to see what’s inside.  So far you’ve passed a games room,a girly pink bedroom with the name ‘Sana’ written in wobbly writing on a piece of paper on the door that you can only assume is his little sister’s,and another stylishly designed bathroom. The last door at the end of this hallway has been left ajar,and a violet light is streaming out of the gap and across the rich cream carpet outside. Curiosity gets the better of you as you head over to the door to take hold of the silver laced handle… “Y/N!” A voice shouts from behind you as two heavy hands clamp themselves on your shoulders and you yelp in shock,screaming obscene words at the person whose voice you recognise to be Taehyung’s. The strong hands spin you around so that your eyes meet in a dizzying gaze and you are taken aback by the beauty standing before you. “Sorry,did I scare you there?” He winks,showing you his perfectly angular smile as he pulls you into one of his tight hugs,hanging his head on your shoulder. Your body relaxes in his embrace for a few seconds before he lets go and you stumble back slightly to examine his stunning face even more. You can’t speak as you take in every part of his beingt,noticing how his floppy hair is being held back with a blue bandana,which is a look he sports so amazingly well. “Oh no,has Y/N returned back to her mute days?” Tae teases,pretending to look worried. “Hey!” You exclaim,hitting him lightly on his arm, “You scared me into a state of shock!” You watch as he joyfully laughs his throaty laugh and you continue, “Where have you been anyway? I got here about two hours ago,” A yawn sketches his way over his face and you can instantly guess where he’s been.  The boy spends most of his nights creating pieces of artwork up until the early hours of the morning,and you’ve had to hear him complaining about his tiredness in almost every art lesson for the past year. Not that you mind of course,the passion he holds for his art work is admirable and not to mention,attractive. “I took a nap in one of Joon’s guest bedrooms,must’ve been out for like,six hours?” He yawns again,stretching out his arms towards you which makes you lean back a little, “I stayed up all night again.” You softly breath and examine his fatigue-ridden face,somehow still managing to look beautiful in the low lighting. “Tae,you really need to work on your sleeping pattern! It’s terrible,” You say,jabbing him in the arm with your pointy nail. “Ouch that hurt,Y/N!” He moans in a childish voice, “Why would you do tha-…TAG YOU’RE IT!” Taehyung instantly runs past you and dives into the purple-tinged room,slamming the door shut behind him. You sigh and roll your eyes at his adolescent ways,although you can’t help but let yourself join in on the fun as you race after him. Once inside the spacious room,you realise he’s turned off whatever was radiating the violet colour,and you’re left standing in the eerie blackness that invades your sight.  “Come on Taehyung,you know I don’t like being scared…” You say blinking your eyes tightly,trying to gauge how far away you are from any foreign objects. Stepping into the room slightly,you start to feel a large presence behind you and a shiver flows through your spine.  You turn around slowly,and your eyes automatically widen at the intense black figure standing before you. Before you can even scream,it wraps its arms around your waist and pushes your flailing body backwards onto the bed. A deep laugh begins to rise from the person,letting you know it’s Taehyung. “GOT YOU!” He breathes heavily,his strong arms on either side of you,holding himself up. You exhale loudly letting your body relax further into the squishy bed,and although you can’t see in the dark,you know his eyes have been pinned on yours the whole time.  A brief moment of silent passes where the two of you are just staring back into each other,the heat coming off your bodies having nowhere to go.  “I-uh,I got a little carried away there,” He says,clearing his throat and peeling himself back from you, “But you’re so easily scared,that must be the fifth time this month!” You place your hand onto your head,feeling a burning sensation rise from it.   “That’s not funny Taehyung,you’re such a bully,” You nervously laugh back at him,worrying that he can see the redness of your cheeks. You feel his rough hand on yours as he offers to help you up and you let him,the ease of his strength swinging you to your feet in seconds. He grabs onto the sides of your arms to steady your wobbling frame and you look up at him into the darkness,unsure of what he’s thinking before he opens his mouth to speak. “Why don’t we go join the others?” Before you consider to mindlessly agree,you stop yourself to ask the question that has been bothering you for the past week. “Why have you been avoiding me,Tae?” You squint your eyes,trying to notice any movement in his face which could help you figure out how he’s feeling. Biting down on your lip,you wait nervously for his response. “I’m sorry,Y/n,” He begins,letting go of your arms, “I guess I’ve just been caught up in other stuff,I know it’s not right of me to just ignore you like that though…” As soon as you hear him say ‘other stuff’ you are instantly reminded of the rumours that have been circulating about him.  Tiffany had blasted your phone with texts last Tuesday saying that Taehyung was seeing Belle,one of the more popular girls in your year.  But,apparently she heard this in science class and as soon as Namjoon overheard the conversation,he shut down any allegations pointing towards his best friend’s love life.

Maybe you would’ve been slightly happier if it was someone else but,of all the girls,why did it have to be her?  You couldn’t help but feel extremely jealous and you hated the way you felt for Tae. It was just proving too hard not to. Holding yourself back from questioning him further,you nod into the darkness,forgetting that he can’t see you. “Let’s go downstairs,” You simply say,trying not to let any emotion edge its way into your voice and you push yourself off of the bed to make your way to the door. The two of you walk in silence down the steps,the only sounds coming from your shoes slapping against the marble.  When you finally reach the door,you hear Taehyung take a breath in preparation to say something. But before he can even start,you push against the door and walk into the warm room. You notice everyone looking peaceful,calming music playing over the top of  different conversations that are taking place. But,in your peripheral vision you see Taehyung tense up and you look around to find the cause for his discomfort. “Tae,where have you been!?” Belle questions loudly,breaking the atmosphere with her voice. She dashes over and pulls him into a tight hug,burying her face into his chest.  Her piercing eyes make contact with yours,sizzling their way into your skin and although you pretty much despise her at this point,you can’t help but notice the beauty of her rich ginger hair and rosey lips. You breath and sharply and dart your eyes else-where,landing them on both Namjoon and Yoongi,who give you pitiful looks that make you wince. You then notice Jungkook looking at you heavily,trying to figure out why you’re looking so bitter. “I-I just fell asleep upstairs,” Taehyung replies with a touch of worry as he watches you from the hug that he’s encased in. Slowly you edge yourself away from the two and take your place on the couch next to Tiffany,leaning up against the arm of the seat. You plant your face into your arm to hide away from the questioning eyes around you,the burning in your face starting to feel overwhelming. “Oh you’re so lazy,” Belle titters whilst slapping him on his hand, “I got here just now and brought my girls with me,we know how to get a party started!”  Her voice is so fake that it makes your body ache. “Hey,are you okay Y/N?” Jungkook whispers over Tiffany,and you shake your head into your hand as you hear Yoongi crack open another beer.

“How about I go get us some drinks and snacks,I bet Namjoon’s parents buy top of the range stuff,” Tiffany whispers comfortingly,rubbing your arm with her delicate fingers before getting up and flouncing out of the tense room.

Once she’s out of earshot,Jungkook tries you again, “Did something happen with Taehyung?”

“Nothing happened or is happening with Taehyung,we’re friends,” You harshly reply with the last bit of energy you have.  You can never seem to control your mood,one minute you’re up high and the next you feel like just laying still for the rest of the week. And honestly,you’re tired of it.

“I know you and I have never been too close but you can still talk to me,you know…” Jungkook says,his voice trailing off at the end of his sentence.

You look up to meet his sparkling eyes and you have to admit to yourself that he is rather attractive and you’re happy Tiffany has found someone she’s interested in,someone as nice and caring as Jungkook.

“Thanks JK,the same goes for you,” You nod and notice his understanding eyes looking back into yours as if he knows exactly how you’re feeling without having the knowledge of the full situation.

You try not to watch as Taehyung and Belle stroll past you over to a couch across the room,her hand locked firmly into his arm.

“He is a funny one,that Taehyung,” He sighs,shaking his head, “Never knows a good thing when he sees it.”

You feel your heart pang slightly at his comment, “That good thing is certainly not me.”

You could trust Jungkook,he wasn’t like Hoseok who couldn’t keep a secret to save his life or Yoongi who would probably tell you to suck it up and stop acting ridiculous. In all honesty though,that’s probably what you needed to have told to you.

So,before you can even stop yourself,the truth starts to pour out of you like a tipped over glass of water.

“Well,I’ve had a crush on Tae since forever…” You slowly begin,feeling the burning sensation spread over your face and you look down at your fumbling hands. “But for the past year we’ve grown pretty close and we flirt a lot,even over text! He initiates it usually and never seems to have a problem with it but for the past week I’ve been hearing rumours that him and Belle have been a ‘thing’ for a while now…”

All the while you’re letting out your feelings to Jungkook,he moves closer to you,swishing his hips in your direction so you know you have his full attention. You look up occasionally to meet the brown gleaming eyes that sympathise with you,making your tension-filled body relax.

“I guess what hurts most is the fact that he didn’t even tell me? I would consider us to be really close friends at this point,” A wobble makes its way into your voice and you clear your throat to cover it up.

“He never told us anything either,the fact that she doesn’t come up into any conversations shows how much he considers their relationship,” Jungkook states quietly, “Whereas he seems to find it hard to not bring you up…”

You scoff,rolling your eyes at his obvious joke. But,as you look back at him,you notice how serious he looks,a touch of confusion hidden in the arches of his eyebrows.

“It doesn’t matter how much he talks about me,he’s with her now,” You accentuate,motioning your head back towards where the couple is sitting, “As long as he is happy…”

“As long as he is happy,you’re going to be miserable,” Jungkook finishes with a long breath, “The kid is either blind to your love or,just doesn’t know what he wants.”

This is the most you’ve heard Jungkook say in the whole time of knowing him,and the occasion was so rare that you want to make sure you make the most of it while you can.

“In the meantime,you need to do things that make you happy because that’s what you deserve,” Jungkook punctuates with a supple smile that looks so perfectly placed on his face, “Even if one of those things is laughing at Hobi and Jimin.”

You look around to see the two other pretty girls sitting between a rather uncomfortable looking Jimin and Hoseok,one rubbing her hands up and down Hobi’s arms and the other ruffling Jimin’s hair. A laugh gathers in your chest as you notice the two of them trying to endure the girl’s annoyingly fake-drunk behaviour,just as Namjoon shouts.

“GAME TIME EVERYONE!”

A long,dramatic sigh escapes your lips and you hear Jungkook laugh from next to you.

“Come on Y/N,it can’t be that bad,” He shrugs,standing up and offering his hand to help you out of your slumped position you’ve been stuck in for the past few minutes.

As you get up to stretch your body,you notice Tae and Belle have already taken place in the clearing made in front of the flat screen TV. A surge of jealousy runs through your veins and you try to concentrate on regulating your breathing. Jungkook notices your distress and places a soothing hand on your rigid back,letting you know that he’s here for you.

Dragging your feet behind you over to the already-formed circle,you find a place next to Jin,who flashes you one of his most charming smiles and you can’t help but give a genuine one back.

Jungkook quickly rushes to your side and lands with a heavy ‘PFFT’ against the pillow he brought along with him,making you laugh lightly as he winces from the pain in his tail-bone.

“I’m glad my pain can bring a smile to your face,Y/N,” He says in a rough voice rubbing his back.

“HEY DON’T START WITHOUT ME!” You hear Tiff shout as she darts into the room with a tired Yoongi wandering behind her, “I was chugging beers with this one,didn’t realise how hard core he actually was!”

She stops herself abruptly,making her wavy hair bounce around her shoulders as she notices that there isn’t any available seats next to you. Shooting Jin a playful glare,Tiff takes her spot on the other side of Jungkook,rubbing his arms as does so.

“Right,now that everyone is finally here,we can start playing! ‘Never have I ever’ for starters and requests from then on,” Namjoon offers,looking around to examine everyone’s eager reactions, “Here we go!” ____________

The whole duration of the ridiculous game you couldn’t help but notice Tae looking longingly over to you in a way that made the butterflies start up in your stomach again. It took strength to stop yourself from succumbing to his beautiful stares.

When Jungkook would see this,he’d grab your attention with a light tap on your knee and a smile that left you feeling more at ease amongst the thick tension building up around you.

“I say we play ‘7 minutes in Heaven’!” Jimin calls out suddenly,creating a few squeals of excitement to rise from the girls, “We spin a bottle twice and whoever it lands on,they-”

“We know the rules,man!” Namjoon says impatiently,downing to contents of his bottle to use as a spinner.

You wriggle nervously in your place,starting to look around at the keen faces nearby.

If it landed on Hoseok,you wouldn’t have any trouble sharing a couple of light hearted jokes. There was no way you could fault that boy’s happiness. You’d have to make all the conversation if it happened to be Jimin. He hasn’t been able to properly talk to you without his cheeks turning a hot pink colour since you first day you spoke to him. But,if it landed on Taehyung,that would be a whole other story. As much as you hope it wouldn’t come down to that,a part of you still does.

Namjoon takes hold of the green bottle and spins it,making it whizz around at a crazy speed that sends you into a momentary trance.

“KOOKIE!” Jin and Hoseok shout loudly,shaking you a little bit and you look over to see Jungkook’s wide eyes nervously staring at the bottle pointing at him.

“Whose gunna be the lucky lady…or man?” Namjoon questions over the clapping of both Hobi and Jin.

Tiffany looks hopeful,her gaze shifting from Jungkook back to the bottle multiple times as Namjoon spins again.

As the green glass comes to a slow hault,you look down to see it indicating that you are at the receiving end. You snap your head around to your left to meet eyes with Jungkook,both your eyebrows knitting together in the sudden confusion.

“No way…” Jimin says in an almost inaudible voice,making you look up to lock eyes with a concerned looking Taehyung. His eyes dart between you and Jungkook,observing the two of you carefully and Belle’s grip grows stronger around his muscly arm.

“Go on then,guys!” Namjoon ushers, “Make your way upstairs to find a closet and we’ll continue to find out who’s next.”

As you get up,you remember Tiffany.

Quickly looking down on your friend,whose face is screaming with shock all over,you shoot her a reassuring smile and mouth the words ‘I’ve got you!’.

You turn away before you get to see her reaction and start to make your way out of the room and towards the stairs with a demure Jungkook following close behind.

Looking back,you see Taehyung’s eyes are glued on you,his glare making you shiver until you can’t look at him any longer.

Echoes of whoops and shouts follow you as you cautiously ascend the stairs,Jungkook purposely lagging his steps behind you. A hot stare is coming off of him,directing itself into your back and you turn around to see his eyes glazing over.  

“Let’s just go to one of the guest rooms,okay?” You say confidently,not knowing why he’s looking so incredibly scared.

“Y/N…” Jungkook starts when you finally get to the room,his voice breaking a little with the anxiety that had built up inside him.

“Just come in here,Jungkook,” You order him,holding the door back to let him walk past you.

You fumble around the room to find the violet light,and as you turn it on,it illuminates the angles on Jungkook’s face,the creases around his eyebrows still stuck in a worrisome look.

“Don’t look so scared,let’s just sit and talk in the closet over there,” You say,a wobbly smile making its way to your mouth. Jungkook’s nervousness has transferred to you,and now you can’t stop your hands from shaking.

You step into the almost empty wardrobe and close the door behind you,the only light breaking through the gaps of the blinds. The space suddenly feels very claustrophobic and you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Jungkook,I need to tell you somethi-”

Before you can finish your sentence,you feel a pair of soft lips crashing onto yours,and you sink into the sudden amazing feeling that flows through your body.

But,then you realise that those lips are in fact Jungkook’s,and you pull back from him as fast as he dove in.

“I-I’m so sorry,Y/N…” He murmurs,looking down and wiping his lips furiously.

A million thoughts rush through your mind at once and with the sadness caused by Taehyung’s absence combined with the longing you feel for someone to want you back,the urge to kiss Jungkook grows too strong and you can’t help yourself from knocking his chin up in your direction to match your lips to his.

His shoulders tense up around him for a few seconds,unsure of what’s really going on. After a couple of kisses,you feel him fall into your embrace,pushing back into your mouth with his velvet lips.

Your breathing gets heavy,and you feel his hand wrap around the back of your head so delicately,you barely know it’s there. The heat coming off his skin makes you want him more and you feel ever so guilty for it but,the passionate kissing washes the concern away.

Jungkook pulls you into his chest,running his hands up and down your hips. His grip feels heavenly on your body and you can’t help but kiss him harder,the contact not fulfilling you completely.

He darts his tongue against yours softly,as if to question if this is okay for him to do. You relax a little in response and mirror his actions,confidence taking hold of Jungkook’s actions from then on.

You grip onto the softness of hair hair,tangling the strands in your fingers as his hands plant themselves into the curves of your waist. The pressure of his mouth upon yours sends waves of ecstasy through your body,and you want more with every taste.

Jungkook’s movements are so perfect,so tender,that you find yourself falling in love with his gentle ways.

The two of you stay pressed up against each other for a couple of minutes until you realise that you’re on a countdown. Heavy footsteps start to make their way down the corridor and you instantly push yourself off of Jungkook,readjusting your hoodie as you do so.

“Focus on your breathing,don’t look like you’re gasping for air,” You advise Kookie,pushing his hair into a position that looks a little more normal and less like hes just partaken in a hot make-out session.

“Okay guys,times up!” Namjoon announces,pushing open the door and stomping to the closet.

You open it before he does,taking him aback a little,and stand up to stretch your arms outwards.

“Was that only seven minutes? Felt longer than that,Jungkook just couldn’t stop talking,” You joke,rolling your eyes at Joonie who laughs in response.

“Jimin with Tiffany and…Poppy is with Yoongi,we’re all going to meet downstairs in a couple of minutes,” Namjoon informs the two of you,thinking hard about what couples went away together, “See you there!”

Once he’s out of ear shot,you spin around to see Jungkook holding a hand to his lips.

“JK,I didn’t mean for that to happen…I guess the stress from Taehyung had just gotten to me,” You mumble,trying to find a reasonable excuse.

Although his eyes look hurt,he nods his head at your remark, “Yeah,it’s okay Y/N,let’s just go join everyone else.”

He walks past you briskly,not making eye contact the whole time. You can’t move from your spot,your feet absolutely refusing to take you out of the room and down the stairs.

You breath in through your nose slowly,releasing the air in messy,stuttering breaths. The regret starts to manifest in your body and you tremble,bringing your hands up to cover your face. What did you just do? You just made out with your best friend’s crush,that’s what!

You wobble out of the room and to a nearby bathroom,locking the door behind you. Scrambling your way over to the massive mirror on the wall,you look up to have a distraught looking girl staring back at you,dramatic black tears dripping down her face.

Turning the cold tap on,you reach down to wet your fingers and start to wipe away any evidence of your crying. Grabbing tissues,cotton buds and any other helpful material you can find,you begin to work away at your face,cleaning away the mess of your emotions all the while thinking about Jungkook’s sweet lips.

After a couple of minutes,you’re just about satisfied with the way you look and begin to cautiously make your way out of the bathroom to the stairwell. With each step,you take in a deep breath,preparing yourself for any questions that might come your way.

As you lay your hand against the door,Taehyung suddenly opens it before you do. The air is knocked out of your lungs as his dense body makes contact with yours and you stumble backwards,holding onto his arms to help you from toppling over completely.

“Shit,sorry Y/N!” He exclaims with realisation,holding onto you tightly, “I was just on my way to get a drink…and to try and find you actually.” You look away from his microscopic gaze,worrying if he’s going to notice any remains of smudged makeup around your eyes.

As soon as he closes the door behind him,the questions start to flow out of his mouth as if he had planned it all beforehand.

“How was it with Jungkook?” He inquires with a menacing curiosity.

“Huh? It was fine,we just spoke about random nonsense…” You trail off,not yet being able to look into his shining eyes.

“He looked a little shaken up when he came back in,” Tae carries on,almost ignoring what you said, “He hasn’t said a word to anyone.”

“He always looks like that,the boy has anxiety for christ’s sake!” You hiss,finally meeting his stern gaze, “Why are you so bothered anyway?”

A breath hitches in his throat as he doesn’t quite know what to say and he looks away from your eyes,the poise leaving the stature of his body.

“I was just wondering what was wrong with my friend,that’s all.”

You’ve never seen Taehyung like this before. His body is towering over yours,trying to threaten the truth out of you. A malicious determination is brimming his eyes and you aren’t quite sure why.

“You know,that’s exactly what I was wondering this whole entire week,” You bite back,making him wince slightly, “Only to come here to find out the rumours with you and Belle are true?”

Taehyung’s body sinks back to its original composure and he starts to stumble over the words that are trying to come out of his mouth, “I know,I should’ve told you sooner…”

“It doesn’t matter now Tae,I’ve found out and that’s all there is to it,” You say,squeezing your eyes shut to shake away his apology, “Now if you’ll excuse me…”

You begin to push past his broad shoulders that are trying hard to keep you back,but they can’t. Bursting into the room,you call over to Tiffany to tell her you’re ready to go.

“But Y/N,we basically just got here!” She exclaims,and you can’t help but notice Belle’s judgemental stare directly pointing at you.

“I don’t feel too good,Tiff,” You play up,making your voice sound hoarse, “Plus,I think I have plans early in the morning…”

Tiffany looks around at the boys apologetically and shrugs her shoulders. As she pulls herself off of the couch to make her way to you,she turns back to Namjoon, “Sorry for leaving so early,hopefully we can do this another time?”

Namjoon sends a reassuring nod our way and looks suspiciously over at Taehyung,squinting his eyes ever so slightly, “Don’t worry about it,let me know when you two get home safe.”

You say your goodbyes to all of the boys except for Jungkook,who has had his back facing you for the whole ordeal,with his head down looking at his phone. Tiffany slides back over to give him a back hug and you cringe as your chest tightens with guilt.

As you pass by the doorway,Taehyung grabs onto your hand,and without looking into your eyes says, “Text me when you get home,” And lets go with such distaste that it leaves your mouth feeling dry.

Walking in silence to your car,Tiffany fills your ears about her seven minutes with Hoseok and it goes right over your head. You try your hardest to listen to her story,but you can’t stop thinking about Taehyung’s anger and Jungkook’s passionate hands. After buckling yourself in,you knock your head back onto the seat with irritation.

“Are you alright? Did you speak to Taehyung?” Tiffany asks,snapping out of her long ramble.

Breathing in for a couple of seconds,you decide to tell her some of the truth. “Yeah I briefly spoke to him about Belle,I’m just annoyed that he didn’t tell me sooner.”

“That boy is messing with your head,a ‘friend’ like him shouldn’t keep secrets away from you like that,” She tuts,shaking her head and wagging her finger. You realise the alcohol has finally settled into her system and you listen to her slurring words,the last of her sentence ringing loudly in your ears.

Without replying,you turn on the night time radio and ride the rest of the journey in silence,Tiffany falling asleep next to you. Every time you look over at her,spasms of discomfort go through your body and you can’t help but feel the urge to cry.

Drops of salt water start to fall onto your lap,making the black of your jeans even blacker.

“God dammit Y/N,stop crying,” You whisper to yourself through gritted teeth and continue to make your way home.

Once you finally pull up into your driveway,you lean over to shake Tiff’s shoulder a little. The motion makes her eyes flicker and she wakes up slowly,looking very bewildered.

“W-where am I?” She questions,half mumbling.

“You’re sleeping at mine tonight,your parents wouldn’t be happy to see you like this,” You tell her,watching her smile in response to your reply.

You hop out of your side of the car and go round to hers,starting to help her out gently.

“You’re such a good friend,Y/N,” She mutters,reaching up to cup your face in her hand and you flinch at her statement,knowing full well that you’ve done something a best friend shouldn’t.

After about fifteen minutes of trying to walk Tiffany slowly and soundlessly into your house,she finally plonks down into your bed,automatically wrapping herself up in your thick covers. The house sounds eerily quiet at this time but your thoughts are too loud,distracting you from the sleepiness that you should be feeling.

Forcing yourself to change into a pair of comforting pjamas,you throw last night’s outfit off into a slump in the corner of your room,and clamber into the other side of the bed. With your eyes fixated on the swirling black ceiling above your head,you pray that last night wasn’t real. You pray that Taehyung didn’t confirm the rumours. You pray that Jungkook didn’t kiss you. And you beg that you didn’t voluntarily kiss him back,that the insatiable hunger you felt for him was,in fact,just part of a deluded dream. A sudden buzz vibrates through the room,and your phone lights up with a text. Your body squirms at the thought of an angry text coming from Taehyung,wondering why you haven’t texted him first. Or possibly even from Jungkook but,you know that he doesn’t have your number.

To stop yourself from checking your phone,you furiously turn over to cover yourself with the hot blankets. Burying your face in your hands,you clamp your eyes shut so hard that it drains the last drop of energy out of you,and the promise of a deep,deep slumber seeps in through the cracks of your mind.

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Arcade Blue Moon history things attempt two. Here's to hoping this all makes sense.

To set up the wonderful stage. Mostly in what characters are being transferred over. There is of course Blue Moon, RBB Sun, Moon, The computer, and Earth. (The computer being called security system, and RBB Earth I will be calling twister) DH Earth and Frank couple. (The DH Earth I will be calling Sky with Frank as constellation) And Crimple. Those are the people being moved over, and those who I don't specify name changes will just be called the names they had. I will say this might not be their names forever, they're just the placeholders I made up.

So starting out. Sun and Moon are not a fan of humans. Haven't been for a long time. Mostly because of the blatant abuse done inside of their particular establishment. So they get in contact with a shady animatronic. Who basically promises to give them a virus/bug that will make it so it's not their fault, But they will have excuses to harm humans. They decide to take this and get this sort of violence bug. Which basically causes them to lash out violently or randomly.

The company of course spooked and unable to trace where this weird bug came from. Decide to buckle down and try and control sun and moon. Of course this is in the worst way possible. Which is by making Blue Moon. They essentially take what code they had from Sun and Moon, boil them together with some other shit, and give it the cannibal bug. Something humans during the revolution started making, Just so animatronics would have a hard time.

They also make advanced security system. In terms of this sort of controls Blue Moon but it also just acts as a blocker for every animatronic in the building. Unfortunately like many many fazco companies they make him a tad too smart. But this security system is smart enough not to push any of his creators buttons given that he has no way to stop them. And therefore just sets out what the task of directing Blue Moon as his physical security.

But of course the company fucked up in another way. In order to make blue moon subservient. They decided to make them mentally younger. Teenager age. Unfortunately this also kicked them in the butt. As a lot of teenager age animatronics actually do like to pair up with others as a parental figure or sibling. And so Blue Moon decided to accept sun and moon as their brothers and the security system as there father.

So not only is Blue Moon not exactly putting them in their place as tough as the company wanted it. The security system of course not caring about many of their actions unless it does cause human violence. But there's also the issue that Blue Moon has the cannibal bug. It's supposed to be an intimidation tactic, But it starts becoming a problem later on. As blue moon gets hungry and needs not only to just consume metal, but chase it. Causing company damage to staff bots and other things. Something the security system says he has no control over because he's not built to help the security bots.

Stuck in the conundrum that there security system isn't working, And sun and moon are still getting worse. Enough to the point where they're starting to damage blue moon due to they're violent outbursts. Up to the points where Blue Moon can't even be displayed and neither can the daycare attendants. They decide to hire on extra help. This is in the form of twister. Which will soon become there worse nightmare.

Twister is of course the nefarious animatronic that gave Sun and Moon the violent bug in the first place. She has finally snuck her way in and isn't going to be the nicest revolution animatronic. Of course Blue Moon and the security system are the two things making it so this company doesn't die in an animatronic attack. So she sets out to mess with them. She knows the security system is controlled remotely and from a much more secure place. So she goes for the other part of this security.

She basically goes up to Blue Moon and earns their favor. Being a younger animatronic they just want to have family and friends. And so she is easily slotted into his life as someone important. Unfortunately this is to their downfall as Blue Moon doesn't realize he's being inflicted with a control virus. Basically making it that no matter how hungry he is. Blue Moon cannot attack twister or anyone as long as twister is present. Plus the fact that twisters also trying to implement the violent bug. But to a more mild success due to blue moons nature.

Due to twisters manipulations. She's basically called a savior for fixing Blue Moon. Despite that not being true. Although their issues with Sun and Moon are still very present. The damages to Blue Moon are still happening on a regular basis. The security system is only able to do so much. And despite the "improvements" twister seems to have given. Blue Moon is of course getting more violent with the staff, and issues with them eating staff bots are still present if only lesser around twister. Not mentioning the revolution that seems to be breathing down the company's neck.

Eventually the revolution does win out. The company panics because well fuck. They've been treating their animatronics horribly. And have actually made security animatronics to stop other animatronics. Of course twister tries to pull out a Master plan To kill everyone in the company while they're scrambling to fix their mistakes. Basically using Blue Moon to distract the security system and let Sun and Moon out to rampage. Of course the security system notices and tries to stop her. Using Blue Moon. But due to the virus and the command they sort of freeze up and stop functioning. Unable to do anything or even take more commands.

The company of course at this point realizes that twister is not doing good things. And so they basically force The security system to do a building wide lockdown. The security system basically forcing sun and moon through the shocks to return to the daycare. And twister is trapped inside of the building unable to do anything. Twister of course angry. Attempts to kill the security system. But is saved by the fact that he is a system and easily escapes into other parts of the building.

So at this point. Sun and Moon are locked in the daycare. Blue Moon is stuck in a program loop. Twister is rampaging. And the security program is hiding in the wires. Due to all of this. The company decides to abandon the building. Telling all the revolutionary robots that are concerned about The animatronics inside, That there was a mega glitch that turned them all off. Of course only showing the evidence of a small video of Blue Moon freezing, and their security system and the staff bots smashed and frozen.

After a while of the building being completely abandoned. Most of the animatronics inside or on a power crunch. The security system of course tries to supply everyone power. They can do this remotely with Blue Moon, And basically direct as much as power as they can to the daycare. They do try and purposely sabotage twister. Basically making her starve for power until she finally falls from lack of it. Not quite dead but offline.

They are abandoned for quite a bit. At least until some of the revolution robots finally shove their way past The company's bickering and decides to actually investigate the abandoned building. Bugs that can be fixed with enough tinkering and they are done with the bullshit. This is where Sky and Constellation come in. They are the two revolutionist animatronics that decide to break into the abandoned building. And oh boy are they not happy.

While there is quite a bit of frozen animatronics around. Being greeted and threatened by security system is not something that is standard. Neither is finding two absolutely violent crazed animatronics stuck in the daycare. After convincing the security system not to blast their heads off. They get the basics of the story I just told. And again they are furious. Lawsuit for this company, and time for a big fix them up. Fasco whines that this is their building, But the amount of the potential money lost they just kind of gave it up.

Sky and constellation work quickly to get everyone settled in some way. They try and let Sun and Moon out of the daycare. But it ends up with constellation nearly getting his arm taken off. So they basically put them on hold until they can wirelessly turn them off temporarily. They almost just turn twister back on. But the security system is very agitated about that prospect. So they decide to ship her out to another animatronic-owned place to get fixed there. With a quick reset Blue Moon is fixed. But Blue Moon is also very very hungry. This actually results with sky losing an arm. Luckily they have enough time to restrain blue moon enough that they can't hurt anyone else. Giving him quite a bit of metal for him to relax with.

The security system is of course actually given a proper fixing. No longer having to be lost in the randomness of an abandoned building. They do offer him a body. Which he sort of takes. He practically stays in the system but will use the body for emergencies or just wanting to interact more.

With the security system more properly fixed. He offers to sort of force the daycare attendants into parts and service. Constellation in sky of course don't like this idea but don't got many other options. So they get sun and moon into the parts and service chairs and basically force them to get this sort of... Relaxing drug virus thing? Either way it temporarily holds back the violent bug. Allowing for Sun and Moon to live normalish. Although they still isolate themselves to the daycare due to the still present violent outbursts.

Blue Moon sort of struggles to function? Or at least function past what they are supposed to do. Blue Moon is very used to just hanging around sun and moon and getting abused. They don't quite get why Sky and constellation don't like that. They don't even understand why Sun and Moon seem different and also don't want them around. Plus they still have the very intense problem of their cannibal bug. Sky and constellation continue to get close calls. As much as they continue to try and give as much medal as they can. The cannibal bug has evolved to a need to hunt. Which is very hard to deal with.

Constellation in sky decide to make a bunch of mouse bots for Blue Moon to hunt. They are essentially a bunch of RC cars with more metal than needed running around. They basically run around in random circles and keep Blue Moon entertained and fed enough. Although Blue Moon will sometimes wander out of the facility. Mostly because they keep getting told to stop following people around. It's when they're outside of the facility that the cannibal bug really becomes a problem. Because any stray bot is on the menu and Sky and constellation aren't around to stop them.

Blue Moon unfortunately causes the area to be known as a cannibal bug hotspot. Which isn't exactly good. Sky and constellation just want to make these random robots lives better. Fortunately not all the attention is bad. A lunar DCA model comes over and offers help. Essentially saying that they will help curb the bugs and hopefully set them in a track away from that stuff. This is (old) lunar. Who's not only a good professional therapist, but has enough technical coding prowess to actually know what he's doing.

With their help, they are slowly getting Blue Moon back to a state where they just need metal. Luckily the chill drug for Sun and Moon works. And they are also getting slowly helped so their violence bug doesn't affect them as much. The security system of courses much more free to do what they want. Which includes parenting Blue Moon as much as they can. Trying to backwards thought all those controlling commands.

Twister is with another animatronic safe zone fairly far away. Although she is crossing for torturous vengeance. Not that any of them have any knowledge. Neither do they have the knowledge that Blue Moon still has that coding. It's just offline because she's not there. And hopefully will stay that way as long as She never leaves the safe zone. As she is considered too aggressive to live in a human-like space.

And.. Ahh.. I think that's the story and status quo? Basically Blue Moon, Sun, Moon, Sky, Constellation, Security system, and Lunar are trying to live normal after too much trauma. Blue Moon is dealing with trying to not be an outrageous cannibal. Sun and Moon are trying to not bite at every hand that moves. Security system is learning to be independent. And Constellation Sky and Lunar are trying to keep them all together.

I guess little tidbits are. Blue Moon is more nano-organic than bio mechanical. They still have an endoskeleton and are biomechanical by definition. But they have a lot more nano organic pieces than most biomechanical robots. Sun and Moon have a very clear difference from when they're violence bug is active. Which is a red eye. The security system does actually use his body. He just prefers the all eyes angle. He mostly uses the body to play games with his son Blue Moon. Sky and Constellation are a couple of course. Lunar is a professional therapist but he definitely is not using that position in their home like one. Therapists are not supposed to be doing therapy with family or friends. Lunar is not getting paid or is taking as seriously as some other jobs he has. He simply just has a good mannerism to be around, and helping because he wants to.

And I think that's it. Yep. Wow look at all that text. I will have to boil this down somehow. But uhh... I did it!!! Blue Moon is moved over In a more official taste! Yay!!!