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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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Sweet and Sour (Adrenaline Junkie Part 14)

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Warnings: swearing, descriptions of blood, talks of hypothetically dying, bones/teeth

Word Count: 2,392

(A/N): the next part is currently in the works and probably will be out by tomorrow/late at night tonight

The days ticked closer and closer until you had only mere hours left until your scheduled departure for the cave. With each passing day, you became more anxious and paranoid, your prosthetic wing constantly malfunctioning until you programmed it to respond solely to your conscious movement and not the random twitching of your muscles. It took you a bit to get used to, but you quickly got the hang of it. It felt closer to having an actual wing on your back again, but not exactly. Nothing beat the feeling of the wind resisting against both wings at the same time.

You doubted if Philza knew anything, but you did know that he suspected something. He knew you like the back of his hand and vice versa. You both knew each other all too well, he raised you and you spent most of your time with him growing up after all.

Currently, you are obsessively reading over your will and the book you wrote for Arthur full of redstoning advice and what you’ve learned over the years. After rereading your letters to your family and your will, you decided that this is exactly how you wanted everything to turn out if you ended up not surviving this. Which, the chances of you actually surviving this was slim to none.

However, you remained hopeful as there were several unknown variables in the equation. How big this thing was, its age, and most importantly what the cave currently looked like. It’s been multiple years and there might’ve been more erosion over the years altering the surface of the stone. From what you remembered, the ceilings were at least a hundred feet tall, so you had plenty of room to hover above it when needed. You had no clue if the ledge was still there, but if it was the being most definitely could snatch you up. You were going to have to be careful. Besides, you had a son you had to live for. You were going to get out of there alive. For Arthur. For Philza. For Wilbur. For Tommy. For Technoblade.

You reread your plans. Plan A consisted of you sneaking in (making sure this time to keep your wings close to your body), planting TNT, and setting it off with a lever as far away from the deepest part of the cave as you could. Plan B, if Plan A failed and the Warden noticed your presence, was to use the portable TNT launcher while flying as high as you could. If that failed, then you were kind of screwed. Plan C consisted of dropping everything and running for your life. You’d admit, they weren’t the most well thought out plans, but it was all you could think of.

You made sure your wing was secured on your back correctly with a full movement test before you slung your bag onto your back stocked full of redstone and TNT and put your portable TNT launcher into the holster on your hip.

You took a deep breath and gathered your papers before you took one last look at your old workshop. You made sure to scrub it clean of redstone residue and re-sorted the blueprints so that everything was easier to find in the filing cabinets. You were sure that your… unique method of not sorting anything and just knowing where everything was would be very annoying to attempt to sort through. Even Arthur couldn’t figure out your sorting system and he was the smartest kid you knew.

Oh Arthur… He was probably sleeping right now. Or at least you hoped he would be; it was midnight. With light footing, you walked up the stairs to the second floor and straight to Wilbur’s old room. Your little boy was sleeping peacefully burrowed underneath the covers. You could hear his soft snores exiting his mouth.

You smiled lightly and walked over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling back the covers to see his face. His mouth was parted slightly with a small amount of drool coming out of the corner of his mouth. You reached out to stroke his curly copper hair and smiled wider at the sight of his nose scrunching slightly before he relaxed with a small smile on his face. You leaned down to place a lingering kiss on his forehead before you covered him back up again and started to quietly walk out of the room.

“Ren?” That was what he started calling you after he gave you the magnets. It was short for ‘parent’. You froze and felt your body warm up at his sleepy tone. You turned around and watched as he rubbed at his eye with the back of his hand and yawned. “Hey Artie, go back to sleep buddy.” You walked over to him and gently pushed him back into the pillows. He nodded and grabbed your sleeve.

“Can you get me a glass of water please?” He sounded so out of it. “Of course, buddy.” You grabbed your bag and slung it back over your shoulder. You quietly went downstairs and filled up a glass with water. You sat it on the counter and pulled out your papers and the hefty book you had written from your bag. You spread them all out on the dining room table where Philza was sure to see it in the morning. You hopefully should be back before the time he usually woke up so you could just grab them and trash them when you get back.

Before you got back to Arthur’s room, you shed your bag and TNT launcher by the front door. You didn’t know if he saw them before, but he definitely didn’t need to see them now. Inside, Arthur was propped up on his chin desperately fighting against sleep. You walked over to him and gave him his water, scolding him lightly when he didn’t fully sit up so he wouldn’t choke. When he was satisfied, he put the water on the nightstand and laid back down. He looked up at you with sleep dazed eyes, “where are you going?”

You froze and sat on his bed, “I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.” He scrunched up his nose and stared at you in annoyance, “no you aren’t, you’re going somewhere.”

You stared at him before you sighed, “I’m just going… to get more redstone. I just need a bit more to finish what I’m working on. I won’t be gone for long, I promise.”

“Can- can you stay here? At least until I fall back asleep?”

“Of course, my little fledgling.”

He looked up at you timidly, “will you always be with me?”

You rubbed your hand up and down his arm soothingly, “I’ll never leave you. Even if I’m away, you’ll always have a piece of me with you,” you grabbed your feather he kept on his nightstand and handed it to him. It was one of your primary feathers you lost in one of your last molts in the house before you left for L’manberg that you found between your bed and your wall. It was an impressive size being about a foot long, but your wings have long since grown bigger alongside your body’s growth. You were about to throw it away one day after doing a deep clean of your old room, but the boy was amazed by the patterns and the size of the feather. So you, being the caring parent you were, gave it to him. Since then, you’ve found him on several instances holding the feather to his chest in his sleep.

He took the feather and ran his fingers along the vane and stem. You could see him tearing up slightly, so you leaned down and pulled him into a tight hug. “I’ll always be with you, my little fledgling.” You pulled back after placing a kiss on his forehead and ran your fingers through his curly mop of hair soothingly. You softly sang the song Philza would hum to you as a kid and watched as he drifted off to sleep.

“Love you Ren,” he slurred out before he was completely out. You softly smiled at his sleeping form, “I love you too, Artie. I love you too.” You sat there for a bit absorbing his every facial feature and felt pride and warmth erupt within you. Arthur Fox was your son, your pride and joy. He certainly had a bright future ahead of him. Sighing, you remembered the task ahead of you. You needed to leave soon.

Reluctantly, you left the room and started to make your way downstairs. “Did he have a nightmare?” A sleepy quiet voice asked from behind you. You jumped and whipped around with your hand flying to the empty holster on your hip before you relaxed seeing Philza there. He looked like he just crawled out of bed, his blond hair stuck up in multiple places and his blue eyes hazy.

You put a hand over your heart, “Ender Dad don’t do that, you scared the shit outta me. But yeah, he had a nightmare but he’s fine now.” He tiredly hummed, walking over to you and pulling you into an unexpected hug. “You’re a good parent for him. I’m so proud of you for adapting to the responsibility that adopting a kid takes.” You hugged him back tightly and wrapped your wings around him, careful of keeping the metal one barely pressed against him. You both stood there in the middle of the hallway enjoying each other’s presence before you heard him yawn and felt him pull back. You retracted your wings and stepped back.

“Why’re you still dressed?”

Shit, “oh, I was just finishing up something in my workshop.”

He deadpanned at you, “you know how I feel about you staying up this late, even if you’re an adult-”

“‘Even if I’m an adult it’s not healthy to constantly stay up this late’ I know, Dad. I’m almost done, I’ll be in bed in like half an hour tops.” He stared at you for a bit before he nodded and started to walk back to his room, “alright, I trust you. I’m going back to bed and I want you to do the same in a bit. Goodnight, (y/n). Love ya.”

“Love you too, Dad.” You waited until you heard the bed creak before you went back downstairs. You grabbed your stuff before you quietly opened the door and checked to see if there were any mobs around. Luckily for you, the nearest mob was only a single

enderman. With that, you spread your wings and took off into the clear night sky. The weather was perfect for flying. It would’ve been a pleasant night flight if it weren’t for the current circumstances gnawing and nagging at you in the forefront of your mind.

You lowered yourself to the ground upon getting closer to the cave’s entrance and glided into it landing a ways into the cave to avoid any mobs. The ores around you were plentiful, the occasional glimmering of redstone cutting through the darkness. Old burnt out torches hung from the walls was the only indicator that there were previously other people in the cave prior to now. You could only imagine how Arthur looked at the ores with amazement and curiosity.

As you ventured deeper, you could feel anxiety gripping at your chest and remembered how innocently and naively you craved exploration two and a half years ago. You shuddered as you wondered if the beast still had your feathers and bones scattered about. The torch in your hands sent flickering light onto the dark cave walls casting all sorts of shadows. You pushed onwards through the inky depths of the cave. Deeper yet deeper you walked placing torches wherever you went.

Eventually, you arrived at the wide opening of the cave. From where you stood, the opening of the cave was massive making you feel miniscule. Even if you were to fully expand your wings to the side, your seven and a half foot wingspan still wouldn’t come close to touching the sides of the opening. The torch in your hand hardly cut through the abyss of the cave, so you made quick work of placing them around the area so you had a clear view of your surroundings.

The cave was as you remembered it, but if you looked close enough, there were plenty of stalactites and stalagmites that weren’t there before. You could see faint dark brown stains on the walls and floors in scattered places, the stains of the miners that did not come back. The stench of rot, mildew, and decay emanated from deep parts of the cave, becoming almost unbearable in certain points where you couldn’t find anything out of place. Occasionally, you found cracked and broken shards of bone around some of the bloodstains. You even found a tooth and clumps of auburn hair. You shuddered as you remembered how Arthur told you that Hugh had dark ginger hair.

You have only found one of your feathers so far. It was trapped between a fissure in the wall. Crusted old blood decorated and clumped together some parts of the vane. You moved on to examine different parts of the cave. Sculk blocks littered the floor randomly, the tentacles calmly moving about. Soft squelching noises sounded from them; if you held your torch close to one of them, a soft shine could be seen. It was probably slimey.

If you stopped to listen past the crackling of the fire, you couldn’t hear anything. Besides a slight squelching noise that you suspected was from the sculk blocks and the sound of water droplets dripping, there was nothing. Good, you still could place the TNT. Plan A: commence.

You made quick work of placing sticks of dynamite between the nooks and crannies of rocks firmly and scattered the TNT along the vast expanse of the cave. Connecting the redstone was tricky though with the amount of TNT placed, but you eventually got everything connected to one and made work of making a trail to the outside. Just as you got started on trailing the redstone towards the mouth of the cave a few hundred feet away, the torches started to flicker.

It’s here.

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Charming Girl (J.JK x Reader) 🎀☁️💜🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Good Girl!AU, Angst (a bit), Fluff, Smut of course because I can’t write anything normal these days smh

Warnings: Koo has a fight with his GG and says some mean things, Taehyung has a brief appearance and it’s actually all sfw and fluffy but he curses a lot so beware, smut, usage of toys (a vibrator to be specific), manhandling/restriction of movement, GG swallows because y’all should empty the plate when the meal is good, Mentions of past infidelity and overall toxic relationship, there’s a scene where Jk spits in GGs mouth, pls don’t judge lmao

Summary: Jungkook really didn’t mean to say the things he did. He’s not even sure how his brain could even come up with such hurtful things; yet he did, and now, knowing that you’ve taken shelter in Taehyungs apartment out of all places, he’s forced to clean up his mess- and for the first time he can’t ask you for help.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles

You had everything planned out. You even thought about making an entire PowerPoint presentation on why this was a good idea, why this should be done immediately; yet you decided against it, simply planning on explaining it to him the traditional way instead of overdoing it. This was technically his apartment after all, you were simply living with him and sharing rent and space.

Ever since you were small, your family had pets. Your parents had a dog that died sadly when you were young, later on you got your own pet; a guinea pig named Harold, whom you had all throughout your childhood. Harold died of old age when you were barely 14, and you felt as if your heart had been ripped out and buried in your yard instead of the small Tricoloured body. Ever since then you had promised yourself to get another pet when you were older.

When you had your first relationship, it lasted for a year or so, your ex had never wanted a pet. He'd complained that it was as if he was getting a child- and that he wasn't ready to be a dad yet. So you never got one during that time, even though time and space were there.

Now at 22, you had the space and time (and money most importantly), yet you didn’t have the approval of your dear housemate and boyfriend living with you. You didn’t really think it would be an issue honestly; he’d always been an animal lover- so you couldn’t quite understand the situation you got yourself in.

„But look, I’m gonna do all the work, I’ll only have them in my room, you won’t even notice they’re there!“ you whined, walking after him out of the kitchen. You knew you were being a little childish; he’d said two times already that no, not right now, and no, because no. He couldn’t quite give you a full answer that could satisfy you, and you had already noticed that he was grumpy, but you had grown so safe around him that you didn’t spot the warning signs.

„God y/n can you please sh-...“ he inhaled, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. „Please, not now. I’m really not in the mood.“ he said, and you pouted at him. Usually he would find it cute, but right now he was too riled up to really let his vision lead his thoughts. He’d recently started to get more and more agitated whenever he came home, always tired and frustrated. And he didn’t tell you what it was, so maybe that had fueled your pettiness towards him.

„Well tomorrow you’re gonna be grumpy too!“ you said, raising your hands, before facing him. „If you can’t tell me why not then I’m doing it anyways! I’m not just going to blindly do what you want just because-„ you said, but he suddenly snapped, voice way more forceful than yours, making you back off a bit.

„Yeah well if you would do what I said you wouldn’t be standing here throwing a tamper tantrum like a fucking toddler!“ he yelled, taking your opening mouth as another attempt in trying to persuade him. You actually however, wanted to apologize. Those words died down inside your throat when his next left his lips. „Can’t you act your age just for a second? I’m really into fucking you, but also acting like a father isn’t on my list of favorites, thank you very much-„

It was almost comical how his own voice slowly lost volume and tune at the end of his sentence, as soon as he saw the way your eyes widened, face evolving into a look of something he never wanted to see, let alone because of him; it was a look of betrayal, hurt, and even shame- because deep down he knew there was a spark of honesty in between his words, but he also knew that this was you, this was something you couldn’t control. And he’d just used these insecurities and flaws against you.

Your delicate hands suddenly clenched, creating small but angry fists, unraveling just to weakly Push his chest, eyes suddenly swimming with frustrated water that trickled down your cheeks. He just stood there frozen, forced to watch how you stormed away into your room, not even his bedroom you two had been sharing these nights, and he still stood in the exact same spot when you emerged again with your small pink sportsbag, rushing past him and leaving his apartment with nothing more than the lingering scent of you, and the suffocating feeling of his own voice still heavy in the air. A chuckle escaped him, lacking any form of happiness or humor as he began to sob into his hand trying to keep his emotions inside. The wall next to him cracked loudly as his knuckles came in contact with it; breaking skin and wall the same, yet the pain he felt inside his soul was greater than the sting of his scratched up hand.

Right now, Jeon Jungkook really hated himself.

You didn’t have high hopes honestly, and as the door opened, you only looked at the mismatched socks of the older friend of Jungkook. Alex didn‘t have an own apartment, and you honestly didn’t have enough money to stay at a hotel, so Taehyung had been the only option left. You had his number still, and he’d answered to your text that he was home; yet you still had some worry down your throat that he wouldn’t let you in. He simply opened the door fully, leading you inside, and showing you were to hang your jacket and leave your shoes.

His apartment wasn’t huge, but it was nice; you didn’t expect what you saw at all. It was warm, it smelled nice- not like your own home of course, but you’d expected his living space to be a bit more.. chaotic. He was quiet, walking into the kitchen and pouring two cups of something, before placing them down on his living room table. Here and there you could spot small things that showed he lived there; his Juul on the windowsill next to his balcony door, polaroids taped onto the wall, or his sweater halfheartedly thrown over the couch. You sat down on the edge of said seating place, your pink socks running over his light wood laminate. It was scratched, showed that he’d moved the furniture a couple of times since he lived here. Your eyes snapped towards the soft looking slippers he tossed next to your feet, shoe size way too small to be his. „My uhm-„ he scratched his head a bit before actually looking a bit shy. „My girlfriend she.. her feet get cold easily on my flooring so uhm, you can use these.“ he said, and for the first time you actually looked at him. His red hair was gone, dyed pitch black, a little curly too- it suited him well, you decided. „Ah yeah I- Guess I wanted a change.“ he said, going into the kitchen to shut down the lights before sitting down, looking at you. „So.. trouble in paradise huh?“ he said, taking a sip of his cup, eyes watching you.

You felt your eyes sting again, and Taehyubg Shuffle around in his spot. “I just..” you said, before reaching for the mug, hands uncaring of the hot temperature seeping into your skin, taking it as a punishment in a weird way. “I didn’t think About him you know? I mean, he told he he likes to take care of me but.. maybe he changed his mind?“ you said, shrugging your shoulders and sighing. „Sorry to invade like that too..“ tryout mumbled, back arching as if to cower. Taehyung clicked his tongue, crossing his legs.

„You’re Not, don’t worry.“ he said, setting his cup down with a crack against the table. His hands were so different from Jungkooks you noticed; fingers longer and thinner, nails wide. He was a tall person, so it made sense. „Jungkook can be.. difficult.“ he said, leaning his head on his hand. „He doesn’t show it but he’s clumsy. That combined with his usefulness when it comes to apologizing doesn’t really make a good mix.“ he admitted, smirking a bit as his phone lit up from the table, showing a notification from Jungkook, before vibrating a bit again and again, stopping at the count of 12. he didn’t comment on it, but continued. „I don’t think he meant what he said in a bad way. I guess he’s having a bad day, which doesn’t make it better honestly.“ he shrugged, and you bit your lip. „Also lean back a bit will ya? You look like you’re about to break a bone.“ he said, and you sat down more properly.

„I’m worried Taehyung.“ you said. „He.. I really like him, but I’m so scared he’ll get tired of me.“ you mumbled, finally taking a sip, hot chocolate swishing over your tongue, liquid warming your throat as you swallowed. „They all do.“ you whispered into the cup, and Taehyung got serious.

„Have you’ve been in a relationship before?“ he asked, and you nodded.

„Hmhm.. he cheated when he noticed I wanted to wait longer than he did. He stayed with me though because I paid for dinner. His words by the way.“

Taehyung laughed humorously, giving you a look of empathy. „Dickhead.“ he said. „Listen, Jungkook doesn’t know how relationships work. He’s horrible at it honestly, worse than me.“ he said, laughing a bit. „He doesn’t know jackshit about stuff, so you gotta teach him.“ he said. „I’m honestly surprised you both are together at all. Cause he knows this, and he never continues in things he’s bad at.“ you nodded at this. Though he knew Jungkook way longer than you did, you also knew this small detail about him. You'd wondered several times before, but you've never asked him openly about his actual dating history. If you were honest you didn't even knew if he had one to begin with. Maybe he'd always been like he was before you? You couldn't know. "What I'm trying to say is-" Taehyung said, breaking the silence, before standing up and patting your head a bit playfully to cheer you up. "Give it time. Don't try and fix things this time; let him do the work for once. God knows he needs a slap in the face once in a while, you've been babying him too much." He laughed, and you actually smiled as well. Maybe you really did need to wait. After all, his words had hurt deep down in your soul, leaving you embarrassed and insecure- he should get his cut of the cake as well. Sharing is caring, and all that.

Whatever the fuck that was he did that night, it definitely hadn't been sleeping, that much was clear to him. He honestly looked like shit, he'd been told at work, and after several hours of snapping at his coworkers because of his headache, he'd been sent home for the rest of the remaining day, leaving him to visit his local doc and calling in sick for the last two days of the week. He highly doubted that he'd gain enough energy to really get anything done- having made mistakes over and over again today, leaving him with a feeling of uselessness. And the worst part?

Coming home.

Now usually, this would be his favorite part; he'd lay his head onto your lap while you looked at something on your laptop in the living room, or he'd get to catch you silently humming along a song on your phone while you cooked something. But he'd fucked things up these days, so his apartment had gotten a stale aftertaste as he walked through his door, nothing greeting him but silence. The lights were off, darkness swallowing the rooms until he switched them on. Has his lights always been so cold? He never noticed anymore whenever you were there.

He knew he was supposed to do something, but exactly that was the issue. He didn't knew what- because even if he asked you for forgiveness, it wouldn't make up for the crack that he'd seen in your eyes, not to mention how he didn't feel like he deserved it at all. He knew you would accept his apology as soon as he'd say it to you, and that made it so much worse for him. He couldn't even start to imagine how easy prey you were for men- and not in any way good.

This had become an issue over time. He felt like he had to protect you from everything it seemed, yet he also wanted you to become more independent- but there was the issue. He was actually scared. Because if you started to become less and less dependent on him,

would you still want him, if you didn't need him?

This had been a question riling him up greatly. It popped up randomly in his head, making it hard to really think of anything else- because deep down there was this voice, telling him that no; as soon as you found the amount of confidence you should have, considering your angelic character in his eyes- you'd start to see what an actual asshole he was. He'd never understood what exactly you saw in him to begin with. Sure, he had the looks kind of, he knew that from the amount of flirty comments he'd get, but character wise he was an absolute garbage can. He was picky, needy of being held in high standards, he craved praise and recognition. He was selfish, wanted everything for himself, and hated sharing anything. He was too honest, swore way too much, and had a chaotic way of keeping track of things.

He'd punched the poor wall in the living room again last night, the remnants still lingering like a bleeding wound, white dust from the broken material scattered over the dark carpet. After he'd heard you went to Taehyung out of all people, he'd completely lost it- eventually falling asleep on the couch, crying like a toddler after a tantrum. Ironic, since he'd called you one, when in reality it seemed that he was the immature one in this relationship.

This time he simply let himself fall onto the couch, a stray blanket still crumpled up pathetically on the cushions, looking almost how he felt. He knew he should do something, but he couldn't get himself to- simply falling onto his side, just to fall asleep, dreams haunting him much worse than before without you there to soothe him.

After staying with Taehyung and his Girlfriend for two days, you felt like you were intruding, in a way. You also didn't like to run away anymore, deciding to face whatever would be waiting for you at home. Jungkooks friend had driven you, asking if he should come upstairs with you but you had declined- this was something you needed to do by yourself.

To say the apartment was a mess was an understatement. Empty noodle cups on the kitchen counter, sink filled with dishes. The bathroom door was open, showing that he'd been showering just recently it seemed, yet the clothes on the floor made you wonder if it was in a hurry. Even though he was chaotic, Jungkook was never really messy in a way. But the way everything looked told a different story.

You also noticed just how dark it was. The curtains were closed, room stuffy from not airing out like you did every morning, and the couch looked like he slept on it. But why? Even if he felt bad, he could at least sleep in his own bed, you wondered.

But you also noticed the lack of the person in question.

Worried, you crept into the bedroom, not finding him there. What helped to ease your mind however was, that his open dresser was still filled with clothes- he didn't leave.

So wherever he was, maybe at work? You decided to clean up, and get things a bit more comfortable around the small apartment. He did tell you to be mature, after all.

Opening the apartment door with a bit of struggle considering the items in his hands, he instantly noticed something different. Maybe it was the fresh air, the amount of light in the apartment, or the fact that soft music played in the background, dishes clattering in the kitchen. He slowly set down everything he'd bought, almost tip-toeing into his home, eyes widening upon your form standing in front of the sink, hands occupied inside soapy water. You didn't turn around, but he could see in the way you bit your lip that you'd noticed him already, yet chose not to look at him. You feared one look would be enough to set you off, make you cry, and you knew this would probably end up as something new he could complain about. Okay, maybe not, you knew he wouldn't, but you were so unsure how to act around him now that it just felt.. awkward.

And Jungkook hated it.

He chewed on his lip as well, moving to get the stuff he'd bought set up inside the living room, wordlessly working on setting down the doggy bed, placing the other bags filled with food and toys down as well. You couldn't help but peak around the corner, almost comically leaning behind the wall between the kitchen and living room, only showing a fraction of your face. Jungkook actually chuckled at the picture you posed to him as, although it did sting a bit that you seemed too cautious around him now to actually get closer. "Can you come over here for a second please?" He timidly asked, and you looked a bit hesitant, before eventually walking closer to him, sitting on the floor in front of him, with a bit of space keeping you both apart. He sighed, before lowering his head. "I.. You can't imagine how fucking sorry I am for what I said. I didn't.. I had no right to talk to you like that, and I really fucking regret it." He said, making you nod, not looking at him either, occupying yourself with a stray string of your sock that you'd accidentally put on inside out. "I'm just.. I dont know how to actually explain it without sounding like an ass, so I'll just.." He started, running a hand through his rather long hair. "I've been noticing how you started to change like, you're becoming so much more confident and I love it, I really do, but at the same time it absolutely terrifies me because-" He sighed, scratching his neck and hand reaching out to you, not really grabbing or anything, but simply brushing against your smaller hand with his finger. It was a pathetic gesture really, but he had to clear his throat again before he spoke. "The more you can stand up for yourself, the less you'll need me, and I.. I know I sound like an asshole but I need you to need me, I just.. I need to have you lean on me and like, make me do shit for you because I'm selfish, yeah, I'll admit it. I'm a fucking dick who needs to get his ego stroked and-" Suddenly your hand grabbed his, both hands running over his tattooed skin on the back of his, and he looked at you with the eyes of desperation written in capslock. You smiled at him, so understanding and warm that he felt like crying.

"I'll always need you Jungkookie." You said, scooting forward and straddling him, burying your head into his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him as he wrapped his arms around you, his head in the crook of your neck. "Who's gonna kick someones butt when they bully me in PvP games?" You said, and he chuckled, laughing, and pulled you even closer for a moment before you pulled away from him, brushing his hair out of his eyes and intentionally messily wiping his eyes, making him grin and laugh before grabbing your wrists, kissing your nose, cheeks, your entire face before you gasped for air from laughing so hard, begging him to stop. "What do you-" You said, catching your breath. "What is all that though?" You asked, and he pulled out his phone out of his back pocket, sniffling still a bit as he tapped away on his cracked screen, before he showed you a picture of a small white puppy, pink tongue peaking out of its mouth as it looked at the camera. You squealed, before connecting the dots. The dog toys. The bags filled with food. "No way.." You said, eyes wide as he became a bit shy.

"I know you wanted something small, but.. I found her on our local shelter's website, and I met her yesterday. I thought, a dog could be a good addition-" He said, before you hugged him again, squealing into his chest and making him chuckle. "Don't let yourself be fooled though." His eyebrows raised as he playfully looked at you in a serious way. "She's your personal bodyguard- an absolute killer machine if someone gets too close, we already talked about that." And you had to snort at the image in your head, imagining Jungkook all serious talking to the white fluffy dog about guarding his owner. "We're getting here on Monday, so we got two more days to go until then." He said, and you nodded, not letting go of him. He ran his hand over your head, suddenly more serious again. "I really mean it though." You raised your head at that, looking at him questioningly. "I.. I really like how you are. Deep down I guess I know that you're actually the mature one in this, so I guess I at least want to feel as if I have the upper hand, you know?" He said, and you smiled at that.

"Well, you do though." You said, leaning your head to the side before toying with the hem of his shirt. He looked at you now, before you answered. "I still.. trust you." Your voice got a bit breathier, before you said your next sentence. "You can do all you want with me. I'm yours after all." And he groaned, letting his head fall back. "What?" You questioned amused.

"Don't say shit like that right now-" He whined, trying to force the image of the cute puppy into his head instead of you, lying underneath him in all your glory, ready for him to- nop, no no no, cute puppies, cute puppies. But you didn't understand his standpoint it seemed.

"But why though? Don't you.. you know, want to?" You said hesitantly.

He shook his head. "No, you know I kind of always want to but.. I don't want you to feel as if that's all I want." He said, looking stressed. You smiled again, leaning into him.

"I mean, that's not true. I know that." You answered, before getting a teasing spark inside your eyes. "Either that, or its so good that you go as far as to get me a cute puppy." You chuckled, and his eyes got just as impish as yours, hand smacking your behind in a playful way.

"Careful. You could charm anyone into buying you a dog with those eyes." He said, smirking. You grinned proudly, and he suddenly attacked your neck, lifting you up and throwing you over his shoulder, the sound of your laughter music to his ears. He actually hadn't slept in his own bedroom solely because of the reason that he'd be tormented with the memories of you both, showing him almost mockingly what he'd almost lost. Now he didn't feel pressured anymore, he felt as if he was worthy enough to be in here, as weird as it sounded.

Letting you fall onto the mattress, you giggled as you jumped a bit on it, making him grin as he crawled over your form, immediately attacking your lips in a searing kiss, not even asking for entrance at all, simply taking. He slowly grew more and more impatient, hands grabbing and running over your skin almost possessively as he growled out his displeasure about your choice of shelter. He didn't say it out loud because he had no right to talk about it, plus he was deep down grateful that you've spent the night there instead of somewhere else, but he hated the fact that you slept over at Taehyungs place. He knew you'd never be unfaithful, yet he couldn't help but feel insecure when you left, knowing that you could easily find someone else, someone better in his eyes than him. The time apart made him cherish you again in a new way, teeth biting your skin gently, leaving marks on your skin that would soon blossom beautifully in different shades. You mewled at that, his grin reappearing, before he opened his infamous drawer under his bedside table, taking something out that seemed to be still packaged. You looked curiously, yet turned all shades of pink when you saw what it was.

"Hm.. you like it princess?" He asked, opening the plastic and cardboard packaging of the device as you began to grow a little more restless at the sight of it. It appeared to be a vibrator of some sorts, coloring just the way you liked it- soft pink with white details, making you wonder how on earth something so sinful could also look so pretty. You'd never really cared for toys like that, but Jungkook had talked about maybe using them before. "Thought you'd like it." He said lowly. "You're gonna love it once I'm done with you." He promised, glad that he saw the small green LED light up- it luckily came pre-charged, so he could use it right away after he'd cleaned it with a babywipe. "Hm, lets see what it can do, yeah?" he huskily proposed, sitting on his legs in front of you. "Strip princess. Lemme' see my gorgeous baby." He said, and you started to undress just as he told you. You've long stopped feeling self-conscious around him after all the times he'd seen you, and he also always made sure to make you feel good about yourself, so you didn't hesitate anymore when it came to things like these.

As soon as you laid there, bare as the day you joined humanity, he used the tip of the toy to gather your slick between your legs, nudging against your very center, making you jump a bit at the foreign feeling. He smiled like the devil himself as he covered it in your own personal lubrication, before it entered you, making you sigh. It definitely couldn't match up to his own length, that was something you immediately noticed, but once he clicked a button, your whines started to sound in the room, making him smile at the view of your squirming form. Oh how long he'd imagined about this exact moment, the way you moved even more bewitching as he could've imagined to be. His mind tried to burn the image into its memory, the way your toes curled, your hands grabbed the sheets, or how your hips moved in a rhythm only you seemed to feel. "hmm, so sweet. You look absolutely divine like that pretty baby." He hummed, before turning the intensity up, making you gasp a bit. He chuckled, moving the vibrator around a bit so the additional small detail close to the switches and buttons pressed against your clit, making you huff out deliciously. He'd always been addicted to your sounds, the way you responded to him oh so well- he felt like he was watching a goddess unravel in his bed, as cheesy as it may sounded. The way you trusted him, gave yourself to him, let him control you like this- it made him feel as if he was on drugs, higher than he could ever get from any substance people used to cloud their minds with. He didn't need anything illegal or toxic to set himself free and let his mind reset back into place. Not when he had someone like you at his mercy, ready to be played with however he may wanted.

As his free hand moves to fondle your breast, kneading the flesh in an almost massaging way and kissing you silly, you yelled out his name as you came undone, breaking apart just to be put together by him later. Your mouth was open in a silent scream, and as he spotted the small strand of saliva still connecting you both he couldn't stop himself from letting a drop of his own fall onto your tongue, pupils dilating at the way you simply swallowed, uncaring how just plain dirty this entire tiny gesture just was. God he'd buy you an entire kennel full of dogs if it meant he'd get to see you like this, all his and his only. He decided to not enter you as you still whined from overstimulation, taking the toy out of you as you weakly reached for him, asking him to help you sit on a little. He helped you as you clumsily tokk him into your mouth, eyes closed and pace steady as he began to groan under his breath, brushing his hand through your hair as he fondly looked down onto your head, lips around him so perfectly that it didn't take him long to suddenly gasp out, giving him no time to warn you. Yet he only felt you swallow before letting him go, his tip sensitive making him hiss a bit, breathing heavy. "God you're perfect." He breathed out, kissing you feverishly as he slowly calmed down, laying on the bed, toy long forgotten on the floor next to the mattress.

You woke up as you felt something cold and weirdly damp against your inner thighs, spotting Jungkooks naked torso as he took out another babywipe, cleaning you with gentle movements. The soft smell of the wet tissues made you smile a bit, as Jungkook used one to clean himself up as well before joining you in bed again, pulling the covers over you. "I really mean it you know." He said, and you hummed questioningly. "I know I don't say it very often if at all but.." he looked at your face with fondness, before he pulled you closer again, letting you rest your head on his bare chest. "I really love you." He said silently, and you smiled, kissing his skin as he placed one to your shoulder, his hand running along your spine.

"I really love you too, Jungkookie." You said, before falling asleep, content and happy in his arms.

"I can't wait to see you holding the pink leash of the cute little princess."

"Do you mean the dog or you? Because I wouldn't mind holding eithe- OW, WHY DID YOU HIT ME?!"

#bts #bts imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts fanfic #jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts reactions #jungkook smut

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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omg i just stumbled across "jerk" and i think if i don't get more of your august walker pieces i'll die 😭😭 seriously i love a good hate fuck and more importantly, I LOVE YOUR WORK!!

Hey, bb!!! Thank you so much for this. Jerk actually has a part two called Easy Prey 💖

Anyway, since you asked for more August, here is my August Walker Masterlist

One-shots

Smut 🔥🔥🔥

Velvet Chains - Soft!August x Reader (smut. August Walker as a sex-worker, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, a depiction of bodily fluids, soft!August themes, a tinge of angst and August’s monster c… ) - For a generous fee, August Walker is yours. A man devout to pleasure, who will worship you for an entire night and make sure your first time is more than memorable. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Prince of Darkness - Devil!August Walker x ofc (DARK! NonCon, kidnapping, stalking, breeding, exhibitionism, loss of virginity, supernatural stuff, sex in a cathedral, mention of heaven and hell.)🎃 NEW 🎃 The Devil ascends back to earth in search of his bride.

Dangerous Games - August x Reader x Walter Marshall (Smut, sex, MaleDom/FemSub, cockwarming, orgasm denial, male masturbation, praise, degradation, facial, mentions of DP and anal) You’ve got yourself into a perilous situation with two dominant men. Now the question is: which punishment will you choose.

More under the cut

Destroyer of Angels - August x ofc (Smut, Non-con, breeding kidnapping, loss of virginity, ) The cruel Duke August Walker takes what he wants and what he desires above all is a young maiden

Nice Day for a White Wedding - August x Reader (Explicit Smut, maleDom) What made you think you can get away from August?

Violent Delights - August Walker x Reader (Smut, facefucking, rough oral, depiction of bodily fluids, some eventual fluff, MaleDom/FemSub.) You will give August what he wants, you will let him fuck your pretty little mouth and come down your throat. His pleasure - is yours. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Poison Honey - August Walker x Reader ( Passion, romance, sexual innuendo, a “thrill of the chase” if this may trigger anyone and mild alcohol use.) Everyone around you is too busy getting drunk and making out, while you are just dying for this dreadful Christmas party to be over. But just as you plan to leave, you catch the eye of a very hungry August Walker. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Elevator Ride - August Walker x Reader (grinding, public fingerfucking, exhibitionism, depictions of sex, orgasm denial.) Riding the elevator with Agent August Walker, you believe he would never dare try anything with all these people around, but oh, darling, you could never be so wrong. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Pink Umbrella - August x Reader (Fluff to smut, soft!August Walker, DD/LG, thigh riding, gloves fetish (it’s a thing now), dirty talk, a tint of angst and slight twist ending.) August is on a mission in beautiful Paris and had you join the ride, but while he wants you to stay safe at the hotel, you have other ideas.

Midnight Special - Artie Walker x Reader (Romance) The end of the summer annual BBQ is usually boring, but this one is about to take an interesting turn. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Hood Ornaments - August x Reader ( unprotected public sex, rough, maleDom/femSub, hair pulling, anal play, creampie, depiction of bodily fluids, profanities, praising and degradation, glove fetishism, exhibition) August fucks you at the parking lot while wearing leather glove

Jerk - August x Reader (male masturbation, lewd language, mentions of rough sex, degradation, anal and oral (both male and female receiving), depiction of bodily fluids and slight angst.) August sits alone in his office, thinking about the one he can’t have.

Easy Prey - August x Reader (dark, kidnapping, bondage, dubious consent, teasing, dirty talk, gunplay, sweet degradation and praise ) Direct sequel to Jerk. Ring or not, August promised himself that he will make you his, in whatever mean possible and he kept that promise.

The Big Bad Wolf - August x OFC ( abuse of power, rough cage fucking, hatesex, unprotected sex, hinted breeding, risky creampie, possessive behaviour. On the safe side it’s borderline dub-con.) If there is anything August enjoys it’s breaking those who resist him. Now trapped in his little cage, the little bird has no where to fly to

Daddy’s Girl - August x OFC (Explicit Smut, hatefucking) She walks around pretending she is better than him. August is going to show her who is the king around here.

Afternoon Delight - August x Reader (smut, daddy kink, Cock warming ) You leave work early and come home to find August pleasing himself in your shower. His Princess - August x Reader (Explicit smut, daddy kink, creampie) August works too hard and all day long, you miss him and decide to tease him with some photos of you in lingerie Thanksgiving - August x OFC (Explicit smut, public fingering) August Walker, the hardened CIA agent is meeting his girlfriend’s parents for a thanksgiving dinner. She’d rather forced him into it. Now, how sorry is she going to be by the end of the meal? One more touch before we die August x OFC (Explicit smut, romance) Set in a cabin on the mountain, August and his woman make passionate, desperate love. Sense Challange - Touch Bourbon and Candy August x OFC (Explicit Smut, daddy kink) After a frustrating day at work, August just wants to sit down and enjoy his princess, in any way possible.

Sweet & Spicey August x Reader (Sub!August, oral, Smut + Fluff ) You get to pay August the favour and finally take control

Nasty - August x Rader (Explicit Smut, meta-voyeurism) August is fucking you and forcing you to watch while he is doing it. Basically, the dirtiest thing I’ve ever written.

The Director - August, Sy, Henry, Walter, Geralt x OFC (Explicit Smut - gangbang, breeding, anal, basically everything) He said no one touches her but him, but he is willing to make an exception, as long as it’s on his terms.

Crimson - August Walker x Reader (Smut, period Sex, mentions of blood and such, dom possessive behaviour, slight breeding kink.) 🎃 NEW 🎃 Having Period sex with August

Black Tears - August Walker x OFC (First-person POV, smut + angst) 🎃 NEW 🎃 There cannot be peace without first a great suffering, but how much suffering can a person endure?

Fluff 🌈🍧🧁

Kiss it Better - August Walker x OFC (3rd person POV Fluffy, sticky, gooey fluff and floof with a tint of naughty suggestion) 🎃 NEW 🎃 August takes care of his girl after she fell

Monster August Walker x OFC (Romance) They call him a monster, but he is your monster

Shelter - August x Reader (Strictly soft sticky fluff) Lazy morning cuddles with August 🎃 NEW 🎃

Something Wicked - August Walker x Reader (Fluff) August sleeps tightly and you decide to exploit the situation. 🎃 NEW 🎃

Angel, can you hold me? - Soft!August x ofc (Angst to fluff) Bad guys need to be held as well

No More Tears - August Walker x OFC (August’s POV, Angst) On a cold autumn night, August muses over the girl he lost.

Series

The New Order mini-series - August x OFC, Smut, romance (completed) FBI Agent Lizzy has no idea that her dominant boyfriend, August Walker, is a dangerous terrorist. Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|

Stalker Walker 🎃 NEW 🎃 Drabble series, August x Reader (Smut, stalking) [ 1 ][ 2 ][ 3 ][ 4 ][ 5 ]

#henry cavill #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x ofc

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internalsealpanic · 4 years ago

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- 🔺:)

Since you put so many stars I'm gonna do a bunch of scenes from the fic

(for this ask game)

It was easiest to just tell Tim all the facts rather than rely on the goodwill you've built in 3 years to persuade him.

I was actually pretty stuck on how to write this fic. I knew I wanted to write Tim and Reader urban exploring for a really long time and this is actually the specific kind of fic I've been dying to write awhile now. Hilariously enough what jumpstarted the entire fic was your manipulation HCs. I freaking loved them and it made me want to write Reader trying to manipulate Tim. I like Reader characters with very gray moral lines or a very necessity based moral compass. I think this kind of reader really fits into the setting but they're slowly getting corrupted by Tim *cackles*

People say it was an abomination (An unidentifiable, Tim corrected but you still think abomination captured the appropriate dramatic for that.)

This part I actually kind of like because this series gives me so much opportunity to fuck around with diction and vernacular of people from not only different classes but also different geographical backgrounds. Tim and Reader were written specifically so I could explore this weird effect of having education not be completely available to the public. Reader's perspective on these creatures is less clinical which has them rely upon superstition and folklore to interpret what is in front of them while Tim who gets more accurate information or gets a less dispersed version.

You highly doubt Bludhaven was in any shape to contain whatever it is ravaging sector 4-D. After all, it wasn't in any better shape than Gotham was at the moment. You doubt it's ever been in better shape. They're like two cities constantly caught in this vortex of awfulness, looking at each other from two different sides thinking 'poor bastards'.

I am not 100% certain of the canonical relationship between Gothamites and People in Bludhaven but this just sounds funny.

Sector 4-D was an easy hunting ground where young scavengers got their feet wet before they could move on.

I like the idea of more reputable guilds in the world forcefully partnering up scavenger veterans with youngins to make sure they can safely learn the ropes and not die immediately. The starting age varies wildly per organization but the oldest starting is 17 and the youngest is 12. This is at least what the records say. It's easy enough to lie when record-keeping is shit.

Appealing to the guy's sense of responsibility was kind of cheating

Small nod to Tim's motivation to become Robin :)

A building full of books and most importantly, medical textbooks.

Not a lot of books or even research material survived the nearly century-long span between the start of the pandemic and the present day. This was mostly due to people trying to take care of things on their own (setting fire to each other) and general distrust towards authority figures. This is me ranting about current state of affairs.

You try to push down the number of zeroes the man had shown you as you zip past a rusted sign.

There is currency in this world but it's decentralized and useless unless you're A) in Gotham and B) hoping to use it when bargaining with the government. Reader is hoping to use the money for something however it sadly won't help with daily expenses.

Besides, all the other people who won't stab you after cashing in the reward probably don't know half as many words as Tim so you'll definitely need him to get the right books.

My failed attempt at subtly nodding to Reader's illiteracy.

You stare at the rows of cars before you. They're overrun with weeds and vines and rust. A stark reminder that your Gotham is just a fraction of what it had been. You stop your bike in front of a taxi with a faded yellow body.

Reason I like post-apocalypse aus: ruined cities. I live the aesthetic of old abandoned buildings as nature starts to reclaim.

At least not when you checked but you really don't wanna gamble your Scavenger's license on clerical errors by either of your guilds.

I have so many stupid notes on this one occupation

Tim steps out of the sidecar, careful not to jostle Basil in his bag. You want to point out that you should probably wake the cat up otherwise you were wasting food on him but you knew better than to expect cooperation from Tim's furball from hell.

No commentary I just love Basil.

“The one that involves the least aliens.” You pause, narrowing your eyes at Tim whose hand is currently being eaten by his cat. “Or alien adjacent things.”

I was half tempted to prove reader wrong.

Grade A my ass, you think staring at the furball nipping at his knuckles.

The cats given to guild members have different rankings based on how capable they are in detecting and attacking/hunting the creatures. Grade A is supposed to be top of the line. Reader thinks Tim's been scammed.

“Maybe,” you tilt your head, “or maybe the people from before were just idiots.”

I am describing myself.

The skittering voices rise like the fluttering of locust wings.

[The scene where the monster appears]

Absolutely freaking love this scene because I am a huge fan of body horror and I started off writing horror. I had to look up just the right words to describe the vibe I got from Mask Face in Spirited Away. I wanted to creep people out as much as Tim and Reader were creeped out. I also wanted to make the disease's effects more monstrous so that the mythological stuff it inspires sounds more plausible. This creature is likely to reappear.

You splay a hand on Tim’s chest, pushing him back lightly.

Brain screamed: protective gesture.

It blinks at you.

It. Blinks. At. *You.*

Due to the mostly nocturnal nature of the infected fauna, most of them are blind, so this development is horrifying. It's like when Texas Chainsaw Massacre set its horrors in the daylight. They've now been robbed of another safety measure.

"For the record, I hate your plans." You say, gagging.

"What was yours?" Tim fires back, dusting his hair.

"..."

"Just what I thought."

I love sassy Tim :)

Tim doesn't respond.

You pull your hand away and it’s slick with blood.

*Cackles*

#here is my essay

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jasonrae117 · 5 years ago

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Night at the Wayne Casino

Part 1

Word count: 1,732

Pairings: Damirae

Rating: Mature/eventual NSFW

Casino AU

The first night he saw her casually playing at one of the craps tables. She had been placing sloppy bets and then somehow hitting is big within a few more tries. He strolled by, inspecting the table, the dice, her, but he came up empty handed. It didn't make sense. Or maybe it did and it was luck for the beautiful woman. He hadn't seen her at this casino before nor any of the other ones he worked at but there was something off. He received the tip from the surveillance guy, Tim Drake. While he wasn't particularly fond of his coworker, he had never been wrong on one of his calls. Drake felt something was off too.

"Jon, I'm going to run a sweep of the Titan room. Keep eyes on Lucky and report any suspicious activity immediately." Damian made his way to the other side of the casino for his regular walk of the floor. He couldn't be distracted by the suspect and leave the rest of the casino unguarded.

Damian took his job very seriously. He was head of floor security and he had been protecting his father's casino since he'd been eighteen, five years later and he was the best of the best. He trained hard in many forms of combat to be ready for anything and he regularly kept up on psychological studies to better inform him on the subtle tells of body language and master mental manipulation to make him the best man for the job. His father was skeptical of putting his son on this task instead of on the business side of things. Damian excelled at analyzing profit margins and cutting expenditures where needed that would make the casino run more efficiently, but he didn't get the same satisfaction as he did when he caught a con.

His floor partner, Jon Kent, was both his best friend (not that he had any other friends) but also his right hand man. Where he lacked in focus sometimes, he made up in enthusiasm and physical strength. Jon was sometimes too nice for the job and would often question Damian about the tactics he used to get information out of people or even if the suspects themselves were suspicious at all. The man was still good at his job albeit still somewhat inexperienced.

Damian stopped by the surveillance room to have a word with Tim before continuing his sweep. Tim looked focused on the many monitors in front of him, sometimes muttering into his walkie to guide one of the other security teams. There were already three empty cups of coffee and another in his hand. Damian scrunched his nose at his coworker's unhealthy caffeine addiction.

"Drake."

"Woah, Damian scared me there."

"You can't be very good at your job if you didn't hear the keycard chime or the door opening." Damian narrowed his eyes, he was not one to play games.

Tim rolled his eyes. "Easy Damian, I was kidding. What do you need?"

"The suspect 'Lucky'. When did you deem her to be a potential threat?" He walked further into the office and started looking over the monitors.

Tim spun in his chair to another desk and picked up a notebook. He flipped through the pages until he found the notes he had on the woman. "Let's see. Attractive woman, fair complexion purple dyed hair, sexy powder blue dress, not wearing underwear….didn't need to say that out loud." He mumbled the last bits to himself.

Damian snapped around, his temper starting to flare. Did Drake think this was a joke? "I didn't ask about her appearance or your sexual attraction to her. I asked when she was deemed a threat Drake."

Tim nervously chuckled and turned the page. It seemed that he had taken quite a few notes about her appearance. "Here it is, 7:40pm. She had been previously seen roaming the rooms, never staying at a table for too long before moving on. She won or broke even 12 of the 15 times she played. Her behavior was what threw me. When she won she had almost no change in emotion, like she expected the outcome every time. She also made eye contact with every single camera over the course of 3 hours."

"Did she have a particular game she played most? Did she have anyone with her?" Damian snatched the notebook out of his hands and continued reading the notes.

"She spent a lot of time at the black jack tables. And fortunately nobody came in with her." Tim unabashedly grinned.

"Why is that fortunate?" Damian didn't even look up.

"Uh..because that means she's fair game, she's single, flying solo."

Damian looked up and glared. "She is suspected of conning our casino. Your only thoughts of her should be when and where she'll strike harder."

"Oh I know where I want her to strike harder."

"This conversation is over. Report any new information." Damian turned on his heels.

"Was that what this was? A conversation? I always felt like I'd be more excited when this day came." Tim stroked his chin looking amused.

"Shut up, Drake." Damian called over his shoulder before walking out and slamming the door behind him. Was he the only one that took his job seriously?

Damian crossed the casino floor to the Titan room, which was known for lower stakes bets. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his current number one suspect leaned casually against the side of a slot machine occupied in conversation with the oncoming bartender, Jason Todd. That imbecile was a constant flirt and would cost the casino thousands by giving 'hot' women free drinks and sneaking himself and his budding freebies too. It looked like Damian's suspect was Todd's target and Damian was pissed.

He stayed back watching their interaction for a few moments to see what the woman was playing at. She seemed to be too intelligent to fall for any of Todd's bullshit, so she must be the one playing him. Todd had one arm propped up on the machine just above her head and the other was toying with the spaces her dress left. Damian swallowed and an unwelcome heat rising to his cheeks and somewhere lower.

The woman was attractive, there was no denying it. Her skin was ivory and it contrasted well with her shoulder length raven hair. Some strands were dyed a dark purple hue but blended well within the black and was only noticeable when the light reflected off it in just the right way...classy. Damian was accustomed to scantily clad women, short dresses were almost the dress code in Las Vegas and more importantly in the Wayne Casino. Women from all over knew how handsome the owner is and would try anything to be noticed.

This woman's dress, although it was borderline slutty, something he despised, Damian couldn't help basic emotion of lust flow through him as he took her all in. Damn it, Drake was correct once more. She wasn't wearing underwear. Her powder blue halter dress had a deep v-neckline that showed her full breasts through thin strands that were corseted over the opening. He knew how Drake had come to the conclusion that she had no underwear on, the sides had the same corset look but with a wider gap between the sides of the dress and wider ribbon, this showed much of the skin of her hips and ribs with no obstruction of panties or a bra. The bows at the bottom reached mid thigh, allowing her smooth shapely legs to remain on display. Her silver strappy heels elongated them even more so and added to her height, she couldn't have been taller than 5'5" without them. The material of her dress looked soft and expensive, not like the cheap clothes most other women here wore. The dress hugged her alluring curves perfectly and made her look like a fucking goddess.

Damian mentally berated himself for eyeing his prime suspect like that. What annoyed him more was that he didn't want Todd to touch her like he was. Jason's fingers traced the pale skin in between the gaps of ribbon on her hips, leaning in and whispering something in her ear and making her blush and smirk. She reached up and smoothed the collar of his button up shirt, saying something softly back earning a returned smirk from Jason. Jason slid his fingers beneath the ribbon and under the fabric covering her ass. He could see the bartender's attraction to the woman too easily from the way the fabric of his pants stretched. Pathetic. Damian's blood began to boil. Not only was this against policy but that woman was his. His suspect...someone that shouldn't be getting special treatment.

Damian heard the click of his earpiece as Drake's voice rang through. "That damn bartender. How does he always get so fucking lucky?"

"Drake, focus. She's under surveillance not available to win her heart. Get back to work and only use this line of communication for work purposes only." Damian growled at him. The other line went silent and Damian refocused himself too. He was about to stop the inappropriate behavior but it seemed that he didn't have to.

He had thought the woman was about to lean up to kiss Todd placing her hand on his chest and he looked ready for it. However, she instead firmly pushed Jason away, cocking her hip and folding her arms. She said something that made Jason's eyebrows fly up and a flush of embarrassment cross his face. The woman cast a glance downwards before casting another remark at him as she patted his shoulder and turned on her heel.

Damian was shocked to say the least. He had never seen any woman turn Jason Todd down and leave him looking like a wounded puppy. He heard Jason call out to the woman but she made no move to acknowledge him. Suddenly the woman was walking right past Damian slowing briefly to look him in the eye, a playful smile on her pretty lips. She reached up and touched his bicep delicately.

"Would you mind showing me where the ladies room is? I get so lost in here sometimes." Her voice was smooth and low, sultry even. What game was she playing?

Thanks for reading! This is my second ongoing story! The other is a Timrae fic❤

#damirae #damian wayne #jason todd #raven x damian #c #casino au #raven #teen titans #night at the wayne casino #tim drake #robin #robrae

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andilovetowrite · 4 years ago

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Starting Over

Hey guys, my little brother wrote this and wanted to see if people would read it, so if you can, check it out! Thx.

Summary: One day in Kentucky, US there was a very talented boy, whose father was a rocket scientist along with a mathematician along with his mother was a teacher along with a principal at a school. They expected much from the little boy which he delivered but little did he along with his family know that a few years later, he would be the greatest scientist in America. Stay tuned to find out what happens in STARTING OVER.

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Jason Dory at the age of 10 is a good student in his school. Fast forward 5 years, his mother takes him out of school to homeschool him. His father has a bright red 1966 Shelby 427 Cobra which he loves along with drives around all the time with the wind flowing back and forth in his hair. His mother was a former principal along with the teacher. Find out what happened on Oct 12, 1989…

Ouch” yelled Mr Dory as his experiment exploded. BOOM! It went as he backed up and banged his rear on the table along with slipped down. He was at the NASA experiment centre making a rocket booster!

It was quite late in the night along with him just finishing up the project he had been working on the whole week! If it worked, NASA could use the same rocket launchers along with boosters for the next seven missions but as usual, it wasn't easy.” That is the fifth time in the week it broke” said Mr Dory frustratedly.

He went down the stairs as the moon shone brightly in the sky. He finally reached his car, a bright refreshing 1966 Shelby 427 Cobra. As he started up the engine, he could just about see a boat sailing off in the horizon at the edge of the sea, He sighed along and said “what a busy day”. He sighed again and started up the engine.” Vroom” went to the car along with him and backed it out of the parking lot. He could be a little careless since his car was parked in the executive parking lot with no other cars in it. It was 9:30 in the night after all and Mr Dory was tired. He took the car out of the parking lot along with a smile as he saw a fox glancing his head out at him.

He took the car out and started driving home, as he listened to some old pop music along with humming to the beat. With the wind in his hair, he drove happily. Then out of a sudden, a car came in front of him along with though he tried to stop in sudden panic Mr Dory couldn't do anything. A few minutes later, he was half-conscious along with numbness in his legs. He could just about turn his head along and saw a few police cars along with the beeping siren sound before it faded. A police officer was asking “Are you alright sir?”. The police officer continuously said to him along with then they looked at each other along with then they looked at his leg along with it bleeding. They called the ambulance and rushed him to the Reed Emergency care hospital. When Mr Dory gained conscientiously he was not worried about his leg but he was worried about his great car along with if it would be alright along with not too dented

When Jason along with his mom found out, they rushed to the hospital praying, praying that he would be alright. Jason along with Ms Dory are Mr Dory's family. Jason was only 10 along with his mom was 56. They were kind individuals and Jason was only concerned about his dad at this point. He was homeschooled. His mom was not working and didn't have to worry about anything since his dad was the only worker.

When they got there the doctor looked at them along with he sauntered over to them grievously .” He can't go to work or get up along with walk anywhere he will have to have a wheelchair” whispered the doctor to both Jason along with Ms Dory.

They both had a great big moan along with then they accepted it along with waited until he was awake. When he was awake they told him the awful news, he was a strong man so he said” Ok” but everyone knew he was sad along with helplessness. It could be shone in his eyes. When they got home everything was weird because Mr Dory was not at home along with two it was way past Jason's bedtime as he dropped out of school 7 years ago along with that made him go to sleep quite early.

When Mr Dory came home the next day he was awkward. Though he was still on a monitor duty he was cheerfully living his life. “Now everyday Jason was the new cash maker, “said his dad. He was willing to do anything his dad said so he went to the laundrette along with got a little job there fending for everything his family along with what he needed. A few years later when he was 19 his mom fell sick along with her neighbour and Mr Dory could only come along with support. When Jason heard this he rushed to the Reed hospital in Kentucky along with then he asked the doctor “does she have to undergo surgery”? Jason said nervously. “I am afraid, yes,” said the doctor to Jason along with Ms Dory quietly listening behind.” How much will it take?” said Jason nervously because he knew that operations take a lot along with I mean a lot of cash. The doctor said roughly “70,000 dollars”. Then Jason thought how will I get that much cash.

To understand this better we have to go back 5 years ago.” Today was the day” said Jason. He just got out of school along with his report card. He looked at it along with another year of straight A+’s but then he asked his mom when he got home” Can I drop out of school since I have straight A+’s along with since I wanna fast forward my learning” said Jason hopefully. Then Ms Dory looked at him mysteriously and responded: “ Is that what you want?” Jason responded softly “ Yes Mam”. Ms Dory then nodded along and said, “I talk to your dad but I will say fine”.

Later that day at 10:00 in the night when Jason was in the second cycle of his sleep time. Mr Dory was home alone with Ms Dory was awake along with they both sat down on the couch along with had a little conversation along with they started talking along with Ms Dory asked the question” Can he go stop going to school along with I will homeschool him if I will have to quit my job I will along with this is only because I want my child to have better learning along with I can’t send I him to that slow school” said Ms Dory bravely along with Mr Dory could not disagree with Ms Dory so he just nodded along with walked away to see Jason.

Back in the day, He remembered that his dad was a scientist along with he could make what his dad couldn't with the rocket boosters! Jason quickly rushed to the facility, grabbed the pieces, and went home. Over 100 days, he kept working on it along with one fine day he did it along with That day was Oct 12, 2019, along with he called over his office colleagues along with none of them came except for his dad’s very good friend Mike Stark along with he came to say hello to his dad along with on the way inside they passed the garage along with he looked along with saw the booster along with he asked what is this? Jason replied, “The rocket booster that I made”! Mike aghast at what he just saw he called the other members and took the boosters out of the garage along with into NASA’s facility along with thanked Jason along with on July 30, 2020, the booster was used along with it to reach mars! The scientists made an astounding discovery of a material needed to make bulletproof vests along with many more hard things that could mean that NASA’s rockets could be made of metal like that along with they could reuse it many times along with that will make global warming along with the earth dying much easier to not happen. The scientists all gave the credit to Jason along with for doing that he got better cars, a house, along with most importantly a job along with

300,000$ for his help along with when his parents heard they were so proud of him but instead of using it all on himself he gave it all to his parents along with getting both of them the surgery that they needed! They felt so cheerfully for them along with their son. After finishing this he went on to be one of the greatest scientists in history! Ladies along with gentlemen the reason I spoke of this is that life always has hope no matter what situation or problem if you believe everything will be alright. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did writing this but I will see you in the sequel!

#funny #story #short story #cute #happy

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tardytothepardy · 4 years ago

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Fruits Basket - Vol.15

You think you know someone, and then it turns out you really, really don't. At least, you know a very small portion of that person.

In a pretty hefty chunk of this book, we get a massive flashback into Yuki's childhood. As expected, it wasn't that great. What I didn't expect is how bad it was. It was,,, honestly a lot.

So, because he is the Rat Boy, and because I guess the rat is the closest to God in this whole situation, Yuki ended up being around Akito for most of his childhood. It wasn't ever really anything he wanted to do, it was just something he had to do. And from the short glimpse we get of Akito as a little kid, it seems like he didn't use to be anywhere near as bad as he is in the present (which makes sense). He seemed to have a short temper, but other than that, there wasn't anything unusual. Until one random day, that is. Akito kinda flipped his shit, and has been that way since. How nice.

As a result of always being close to Akito, no one else really wanted to be around Yuki. And after Akito cracked a bit, and started saying that Yuki wasn't wanted, that he was unnecessary, and that no one liked him, Yuki didn't much like being around Akito, but he didn't have any choice. Some time around then, Yuki's parents seem to have kinda sold Yuki to appease Akito, so he didn't even have his family to fall back on. Ayame, his older brother, ignored his existence as a whole. Have we even met Yuki's father in this entire series?

So when Yuki first heard of Kyo, how he was left outside, Yuki was pretty curious. He was alone, and so was this mysterious cat person. Maybe they could be friends? But, of course, the second that Kyo saw Yuki, he blamed Yuki for basically everything that went wrong in his life, just because Yuki was the rat, and he was the cat. Before this point, the whole Juunishi thing doesn't really seem to affect Yuki much, he doesn't seem to categorize people based on what animal spirit they have, but I imagine that after this incident, maybe that changed. After that initial interaction with Kyo, Yuki didn't immediately hate him, he was just sad and confused, but moving on, I bet it was excellent fuel to the fire.

(Oh hey I'll just put this here, that after Kyo yelled at him for "ruining everything" and that everyone would be happier if he just disappeared, he ran into his mom again. He was upset, and probably could've used some nice comfort. Instead of that, he got slapped in the face. So. -1 for Yuki's mom.)

Do you remember way back, probably around the first books, when Yuki brought up that time that he accidently turned into a rat while playing with some kids in elementary school? It went over that. It was already a sad scene, but now there's this additional context that when he was playing around with the other kids, that was basically one of the first times that he was truly happy. But after he changed into a rat, well obviously that had to be covered up, so all those kids that he was starting to make friends with were made to completely forget about him. He wasn't back to square one, he was at square zero, because now he had had a taste of friendship, just for it to be taken away and replaced with Akito (and probably other people) shaming him for having the audacity of being born as a Juunishi, because he totally chose to be like that, right?

Another slight detour, the hat. So the hat was originally Kyo's, but after he saw Yuki holding it, he just decided that it wasn't his anymore. And, oh my fucking god? The following panels are fucking heart wrenching, it's terrible. Did no one hear Yuki crying, or did they just ignore it? Like, I don't like kids, I can't handle them when they're screaming (why do they scream so much it's weird) or crying, but oh my god, that hurts me. That panel hurts me. He just wants a family that loves and cares for him, that doesn't avoid or ignore him. (Put a pin in this sentiment, because it pops up later.)

After a steady diet of this kinda thing, with Akito's acidic words, people's general distaste or indifference for him, he started being scared to reach out to others. (Personally, I kinda feel like screaming at these people, like wtf is wrong with all of them) It's here when he just seems to kinda shut off. All this time, he's still sickly, and feeling like your life is without worth (and having your world confirm it everyday) doesn't exactly make you fight to stay healthy, y'know?

And here's when Yuki kinda is given a purpose, because after Akito visited him when his cough was acting up, and basically asked him, "Are you going to die yet? If you're gonna do it, just do it already", he left the house, and ran out randomly out in town in the early morning, where he overheard Kyoko screaming to the police about how her adorable little daughter in her adorable little dress with her cute hair in adorable little pom-poms was missing and she was going to tear down the town to find her. He kept running down some roads, until he did actually find that adorable little daughter.

On his end, it seemed to be a series of "Well shit. What now?" after finding her, and only continued as Tohru saw him and started following after him until he led her back to her house. This whole thing, as has been explained in previous books, was basically the first time in his life where someone needed him, specifically him, to help them. And that feeling, of knowing that he was able to help someone, and that he was needed, even for a little bit, was enough to pull him through.

Then we're pulled back to present, shortly after Machi broke open the closet door with a chair where Yuki was stuck in, which was the main thing that even started this whole thing, where he's explaining kind of why he came to see and/or love Tohru in maternal way. Thing is, just like when that was revealed, I still don't blame him for it. She's very caring. I'll admit (like Kakeru, who has kinda been there sitting with Yuki this whole time, apparently in silence) that I don't wholly understand it, on a personal level, but I can see why he thinks that. It makes sense.

Now onto to wacky happenings and zany shenanigans! The school is making a play, and Kyo's one of the main characters (despite never really showing that he has literally any interest in acting or theater, but yaknow whatever) in a Cinderella play, with Cinderella herself being played as Hanajima! This has already been brought up in the last book, but I'm just reiterating for fun or something idk

Tohru's having a hard time fitting into the role of an evil stepsister, to the point that she's worried about slowing others down because she just,,, can't,,, make,, herself,,,,, be,, meannnnn omigod it's so hard ;-; Additionally, Kyo's just not showing up for rehearsals and stuff, he's not even bothering. Probably bc it's embarrassing for him. And with these two main problems (the show can't go on if Prince Charming doesn't know his lines, after all), the play is altered, ever so slightly, so that it becomes "Sorta Cinderella". What a marvelous title.

Let's go back to that pin I mentioned earlier, with Yuki wishing he could have had a family that loved and cared for him.

So, before some of this stuff with the play, Yuki brought up The Hat, of the "It was first owned by Kyo but he later abandoned it after seeing that Yuki picked it up, and later wore that hat when he led Tohru back to her mom" fame, in a very off-handed manner. I think he just said that Tohru still has the hat, in her room, that's she's kept it all this time. This throws some unpleasant memories for Kyo into the air, and leaves him rather bitter.

Leading back to the main scene at hand, Kyo kinda goes off on Yuki, saying that Yuki was lucky: he had a mom and dad, he was needed, he was involved in the family matters. He's had it easy, had the world handed to him on a silver platter, and that he'll never understand what it's like to hope for something despite knowing he'll never get it. (and both times i've read that so far, i just want to yoink kyo into the beginning of this book, like, no dude. your childhood was fucked up, but so was his.) He stops mid-rant, however, when he sees that Yuki is not fighting back, at all, and when he remembers something that (probably) Akito said, that Kyo just uses Yuki as something he can hate. Naturally, why would you ever want to feed into something that Akito would say, so he stops, but not before punching a hole in a window. Ow.

Finally, we've gotten to the play, the main event! Hiro, Kisa, Momiji, and Haru (among others) are there to witness the,, the sight? (Idk man it's 12:30am) Hiro is acting strangled, as per usual, trying to keep Kisa away from all the creeps, but also trying his small-child most to not Mess Things Up, as he has a slight history of doing throughout the series thus far.

The play in of itself is pretty funny, personally I think the narrator was doing the heavy lifting in this one. But more importantly, there's a point where "Cinderella" asks "Prince Charming" if all he ever wants out of life is to hide away from people, locked away in his own space, dying alone, (which I heavily doubt was part of the script, because,, whoa) and partway through telling her that he wouldn't affect anyone if he did do that, the "Stepsister" (Tohru) interrupts him, saying that would make her... she stops herself, but one can assume that the end of that statement would likely be that, if "Prince Charming" (psh nah this isn't about the play anymore) Kyo were to do that, she would get very upset, and generally not have a good time. And he had the audacity to be surprised about that like wtf man.

After the play, Yuki runs into a group of girls that are harrassing Machi, because she said that Yuki isn't like a prince. She didn't explain herself after saying it, and so I suppose the Yuki Fan Club (or whatever it's called idk I'd be surprised but also not if it wasn't called that) took offense to her disagreeing with her. After being pushed around (literally), Machi says that Yuki just seems too lonely of a person to be a prince, that despite being surrounded by people, he just kinda seems out of it most of the time. Now, is that true? It kinda seems so, so, props to Machi for seeing that, hopefully she's not going to be kidnapped and tortured (idk stuff happens). Hearing Machi say all that does kinda startle Yuki, but the fight itself stops after Kakeru makes a fake announcement about a photoshoot with Yuki that makes the bullies scatter away.

And that's basically the end of it. Although the flashback thing with Yuki probably didn't even take up a third of the book, it was still some pretty heavy stuff, so it's nice that it was offset slightly with the play. I don't really have much else to say about that.

#i'll probably just go straight into the tags tbh #now it's 1am which is ridiculous why do i make these so long #agh #anyway #fruits basket #furuba #tohru honda #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #akito sohma #hanajima saki #fruits basket volume 15 #fruits basket vol 15

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whatisthiscontentyouspeakof · 4 years ago

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Guardian of Light

Being anxious about post the last chapter and how well you guys would receive it has resulted in me not looking at any of the notes this account has gotten because anxiety, so if you asked to be tagged, I haven’t see it yet and thus you haven’t been added to the tag list. I promise to have you added for the next post though.

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Chapter 3: Friends

(Age 12)

Marinette looked at the girl in front of her. She was pale, caucasian, with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her hair was straight with a slight wave to the ends of it, with half of it pulled up in a ponytail with the rest staying down along with two strands at the front to frame her face. She wore a canary yellow aline dress with a black bow along the waist seam, with black cuban heeled boots and a black wide brim hat. And most importantly, she was staring at Marinette as if she was looking at an alien.

“Can I help you?” she asked the blond politely.

“Marinette,” her birth name came out of the girls mouth like a whimper, as if saying the name pained her.

“Yes?” she said.

Tears formed in the girl's eyes and she brought one of her hands up to cover her mouth, revealing her french manicure. “I-” the girl had to stop as her voice cracked. She took a few calming breaths before speaking again. “I’m sure you don’t remember me, god we were so young. We used to be in the same class back before you were taken. If I hadn’t been such a brat back then, maybe you never would have gone missing.”

That clicked something in her mind as she flashed back to one of the few memories she had before becoming Niu. “You’re the girl in the park.” She whispered. “The one throwing a tantrum.”

That didn’t seem like the best thing to say as the girl full on started to cry, not the kind of crying that came with sobs and screams but the kind where tears leaked from your eyes uncontrollably. After a moment of silence the girl laughed. “I'm sorry, I’m such a mess. I’m Chloe by the way, not sure if you remember that much.”

“I would say I’m Marinette, but I think you already know that,” Marinette said, not sure how to continue. Was she supposed to get angry at the girl since she obviously blamed herself or was she supposed to say it was nothing and the past is in the past. When in doubt, go with nice. “Hey, it’s fine, okay. I really don’t remember much about that day. We were three, I’m sure it wasn’t your fault I was taken. And it’s not like you were the one who took me.”

“I know I’m being ridiculous just so you know,” The girl, Chloe said. “It’s just, I was such a brat and I threw the fit and that’s why none of the teachers were watching when you were grabbed. It was a bit of a wake up call for me, that not everything revolved around me and I spent all this time thinking I got you killed, that you were dead in a forest somewhere but then I heard you’d been found and I couldn’t believe it.”

Marinette studied the girl before coming up with an idea. She took a step back and turned her back to the girl. She could feel the girls confusion as her crying slowed down. Once she was sure the girl was calm she turned back around. “Hello,” she said with a wide smile. “My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. When I was three I was forced to live with some people who weren’t the nicest; I don’t want to talk about it so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ask any questions. I’ve been living with my parents again for the last two months after being in a year long coma. I’m going to be going into Sixieme at College Francoise Dupont. And you are?”

The girl hesitated for a moment before wiping her tears away. “I am Chloe Bourgeois. I used to be a spoiled brat, having two rich parents can do that to a kid but when a kid in my class disappeared I got realized that other people mattered and tried my hardest to do better. I still have my moments in which I’m a bitch and materialistic but that’s not all I am. My mom is Style Queen Audrey Bourgeois and my dad is the current Mayor of Paris Andre Bourgeois. I’m also about to enter Sixieme at College Francoise Dupont, and I’d like to be the first to offer to show you around Paris again since you’ve been gone for so long.”

Marinette smiled. “Why not.”

Afterall, if she was going to be in Paris for a while, who better to have as a friend then a socialite and daughter of the mayor?

Marinette followed Chloe up to her bedroom, having an off feeling about the blond. So far she’d been nothing but nice to Marinette, showing her all the ‘hip’ hang outs and catching her up on all the students that would be in their year, all useful information, but the girl had something planned and it was putting Marinette on edge. She doubted it was anything to cause her harm, the blond had yet to give off any signals to suggest such, but her training refused to allow her to let her guard down. You never knew who was just pretending to be your friend after all and who knew, maybe Chloe had been trained by someone similar to how Marinette had been with the Order.

Chloe showed her around the room when suddenly three people walked into the room, one was a blond boy, another was a stern looking woman with black hair that had some bits dyed red, and the last was a large, buff man who stood looming over the boy with a protective air about him. She’d seen enough bodyguards and personal guards in her life to know what one looked like. The question was why did the boy need one.

“Ms. Bourgeois, I thought Mr. Agreste made it quite clear that Adrien was to spend today hanging out with you, per your request, and no one else.” The stern woman said when she caught sight of Marinette. She seemed like a personal assistant or other hired worker of whoever this ‘Mr. Agreste was’.

“I can leave if you want,” Marinette said, not wanting to step on any toes quite yet. She needed a better understanding of Paris, and who would be useful and not useful to play nice with, and pissing off someone who obviously had money and potentially influence, would go against that.

“That’s ridiculous. You’re my friend Marinette and so is Adrien. If I want to hang out with both of you then I should be able to. Tell Mr. Agreste to shove his over protectiveness . Marinette isn’t going to hurt Adrien and my floor is one of the safest places in Paris.” Chloe snapped. “Adrien is going to grow up and become an adult eventually. Mr. Agreste should be careful not to push and push until Adrien resents him.”

“Chloe,” the blond boy, Adrien, said He looked more and more uncomfortable the longer she spoke.

“Chloe, it’s fine. Mr. Agreste obviously has certain rules in place and I would hate to break them.” Marinette said, her voice firm. She turned to the assistant. “I’m sorry for any trouble I may have caused. While it would be nice to make more friends here in Paris, I can understand a parent not wanting their child to hang out with someone they do not know. I am however friends with Chloe,” something she wouldn’t have personally called them, especially not so soon, but Marinette was willing to go along with it, “and as such, there could be more situations in which she tries to hang out with both of us. As such I’d be willing to meet with Mr. Agreste so he could decide for himself whether I am someone he wants around his son, and I am sure my parents would agree with a meeting as well.”

The assistant looked at her, trying to see if she meant what she said, before nodding. “If you wish to give me your number I can talk with Mr. Agreste and see what he has to say. I will call if he is willing to have a meeting with you and your parents. Until then, I ask that you stay away from Adrien and leave if Chloe tries getting the three of you to hang out together.”

“Of course,” Marinette said.

A week later Marinette found herself with her parents, that was still a weird word to her, sitting in an office waiting for Mr. Agreste to arrive. Her parents seem impressed by the Agreste Mansion though Marinette found it to be an arbitrary display of wealth. The rooms were too large, the white and black theme of everything in the house was old and overused. The giant portrait of Agreste’s wife was an obvious rip off of the Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I, commonly known as The Women (or Lady) in Gold, which was just weird. At least be original with your art instead of ripping off a piece of stolen Jewish art.

From her research Gabriel Agreste was a famous fashion designer of the brand Gabriel in which his son, Adrien, was the main model and face for. Mr. Agreste had been a fashion designer since high school, designing and making clothing for his schools theater program. He eventually studied at the Royal College of Art in London where he graduated top of the class and worked for Alexander McQueen in London. He met his wife a few months before graduation, probably one of the reasons he stayed in London instead of moving back to Paris. He stayed with McQueen for a year before leaving to head back to Paris to start his own fashion company, with his now wife, then girlfriend, Emilie following. Around a year or two later he caught the attention of Chloe’s mother, Audrey Bourgeois, aka The Style Queen, skyrocketing him to fame. Within another year he was the Paris designer to watch, married and expecting a child. When his son was five, someone attacked him and his mother to try and ramson them for Gabriel's wealth. Since then the man has been quite the recluse.

Emilie Graham de Vanily grew up with money and wealth in London. Unlike her sister Amelie, it appeared from school reports and interviews that her upbringing didn’t go to her head, keeping a kind and compassionate heart even while surrounded by greed and vanity. She found a love of acting while in College. It was during a dress rehearsal for a small time play she was in that she met the designer behind the costumes, Gabriel Agreste and quickly fell in love. She supported his passion for fashion, encouraging him to start his own fashion house, resulting with her moving to his hometown of Paris. Once his career picked up, following the praise of Audrey Bourgeois, Emilie found herself agreeing to marry the man who had stolen her heart, the two starting a family not long after. During this time Emilie continued to act, mostly in smaller productions, happy to be the supporting partner in her relationship. Not long after giving birth to her son, she starred in the movie Solitude which became the film she was most well known for. When she and her son were attacked, she agreed with her husband to take a step out of the limelight, and while she was seen more than her husband, she still got the title of recluse added to her.

Marinette sat up straighter as she heard approaching footsteps. She gave her parents a pointed look causing the two to stop their conversation as they became aware of the approaching footsteps. They all stood as Gabriel and Emilie Agreste entered the room, Nathalie Sancoeur, who was Gabriel's personal assistant, followed a few steps behind them, staying by the exit, an ipad in her hand.

Her parents politely shook the other two parents hands, introducing themselves and Marinette before any of them sat again. Marinette took note of the fact that Emilie stayed standing behind her husband's chair, suggesting a submissive nature and that she was fine with following Gabriels lead. Her parents on the other hand, generally stood side by side unless one was better equipped to handle a topic, suggesting an equality between them. That did not suggest that there was anything wrong with having a more submissive and dominant relationship, it could offer just as much balance as an equal one giving the right conditions and a respect for all parties involved.

“I understand you wish to interact with my son.” Gabriel Agreste said, skipping over the niceties.

“Yes sir.” Marinette spoke before her parents could try and speak for her. “I befriended Chloe Bourgeois not that long ago and she is insisting that she spends time both with me and Adrien. I will be honest, I don’t mind the idea of making more friends,” it would help her fit in more, “but I understand that you have rules and I’ll understand if you don’t want me hanging out with Adrien after this meeting is over. I’ll even make sure Chloe doesn’t try to set anything up like she had tried to do last week.”

Mr. Agreste studied her, as if trying to see if she was lying. As if he’d be able to tell even if she had been. “I am glad you understand Ms. Dupain-Cheng. I take Adrien’s safety very seriously and do not wish to have any bad influences getting him in dangerous situations.”

Marinette smiled up at the man softly. “I understand. The world is a dangerous place. I have to say, I don’t know what I could say that would make you trust me.”

“I’m surprised to hear you admit that the world is a dangerous place.” Mr. Agreste told her. “Most children your age, my son included, seem to think themselves invincible.”

Marinette allowed her smile to become more rueful, “I’m can assure you Mr. Agreste, I am not ‘most child’.”

“What our Marinette means to say,” Tom Dupain spoke up. “She has had a bit of a rough childhood, and knows better than most that the world can be dangerous.”

“I assume you're alluding to the fact that she had been kidnapped as a young child.” Mr. Agreste said boldly. Someone wasn’t worried about upsetting people's feelings. He smiled at her parents' surprise. “I do background checks on every person my son comes into contact with. Marinette’s missing person file is the top result upon looking up her name. I assume congratulations are in order, since, while there are no news articles speaking of her miraculous return, that return still seems to be recent.”

“I was found collapsed in a park over a year ago,” Marinette explained to him. “I was rushed to a hospital where I was checked over and the doctors realized I had fallen into a coma. When I eventually awoke it was to discover that I was in my hometown, which I had no true memory of, and was reunited with my parents. I am still settling in, but it’s one of the reasons I wouldn’t mind more friends. I’ve never really had the chance to make some before.”

“That still doesn’t explain where you’ve been all this time.” Mr. Agreste pointed out.

Her mom spoke up for her when she refused to answer. “Marinette refuses to speak of her time away. The therapist that the police directed up to said it is likely the trauma she faced that makes her refuse to say anything and that we shouldn’t push her. I ask that you don’t either.”

Mr. Agreste looked at her curiously. “Don’t you wish to put the people who took you behind bars.”

Marinette kept with her act of saying nothing, refusing to react to what Mr. Agreste said to her. Not that she had one, no police force in the world would be able to take the Temple or the Order down, especially not with the League of Shadows hadding their own protection.

“As we said, Marinette does not speak of what happened to her.” Sabine repeated. “The police believe, after hearing everything the therapist got from reading Marinette’s body language and listening to what she would speak of, that the people who took her are the type of people who kidnap young children to raise as their own only to get rid of them once they start to get too old. That they likely abandoned her where they found her and left her to survive on her own. That she wouldn’t actually know any real facts or details that could help the police find them since they likely lived under fake names in a different part of France if not in a different country.”

“Do you agree with what your therapist and the police believe?” Mr. Agreste asked her.

She just continued to look at him. While having a friend and making a larger friend group in general would help her fit in more, she wasn’t about to tell them what actually happened or confirm any speculation when it could get any one of them killed and bring her unwanted attention.

Mr. Agreste just gave a little nod of his head. “That will be all. My assistant, Nathalie, will escort you out. You’ll be informed of our decision soon.”

The dismissal was clear. The trio left the house behind, her parents insuring her that Mr. Agreste was a [asshole] (not their words) and that she would make other friends in time. To not let that get her down.

Marinette just sighed internally, a part of her wishing she could go back to being Min, being Tianshi, encased in darkness with Nuri as her only company. At least then everything around her made sense.

Three days later, Marinette was once again in Chloe’s room when Adrien bust through the door, his bodyguard behind him.

“Chloe,” Marinette chided.

“I didn’t invite him,” Chloe insisted.

Adrien smiled widely at her as he handed her a note.

She opened it to see a note, typed not handwritten, stating:

Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I have come to a decision.

You shall be allowed to hand out with Adrien from this point forward.

Gabriel Agreste

Marinette looked back up to see a hand in front of her. Adrien was smiling widely at her, his hand stuck out for her to shake. She slowly reached her hand out and placed it in his.

“Hi!” he said excitedly. “My name is Adrien Agreste. I can’t wait for us to become friends.”

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chimswae · 4 years ago

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BTS Caretake CH17

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 3,473

- Author Note:Late update again hmm i was a little busy these days with work ;( i appreciate your feedback and comment, just drop in my ASK BOX :)

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Chapter 17

The first move made by Jungkook few weeks ago did not end just like that, he would find free time between his hectic schedule to visit Seul and most importantly to live up to the promises that he made with her. Filling up the blank pages in his sketch book with Seul’s drawing. Seul on the other hand was used to Jungkook’s presence, as a matter of fact she still had no idea who’s the real Jungkook behind that black mask. For some reason he gave her a sense of security and tranquillity.

She loves that.

Now and then, both of them would have a little chit-chat over hot jasmine tea which apparently became Jungkook’s new favourite drink during his visit. He would come around 10 or 11 at night every time Seul had her night shift, that appeared to be 5 days in a week. If he did not show up after 12, Seul took the cue that he was too caught up with something.

Wiping the last table at the corner, Seul heaved a heavy sigh, it was a long day in this extremely cold weather. She felt super worn out for no reason, and she had to thank Wongeun for closing the store early today. Plus, it’s a new year eve, everyone deserved an early break and to be with their loved ones. Thirty minutes till clock strikes 12, embark the start of new chapter for everyone.

Seul wished to start her new chapter with a smile.

“Seul-ah are you done?” Sera’s chirpy voice filled the emptiness inside the room. She flashed Sera a warm smile with a simple nod “Are you ready to head back?” cheerful Sera clasped her hand together.

“You seem excited Ser, do you have a date tonight?” she teased.

“Let’s hope it is a date. Don’t you have one?” Sera blinked innocently.

Seul reddened at Sera’s accusation “Hey, I am not dating anyone” she retorted.

“The guy in that black mask visits you every week yet you don’t call that i-am-not-dating-anyone. You are a bad liar Seul!”

“He is just a friend of mine, we are not in that kind of relationship” just at the thought of dating the mysterious Mr JK sent chill down her spine. To be truth, she enjoyed his company because he felt oddly familiar even the smell of his clothes reminded her of the detergent she used for Bangtan’s laundry. It sounded insane, but her nose was sensitive as hell. The smell of his cologne that sipped through her nose smelled like someone from Bangtan, oddly.

Seul swore in the name of food that she consumed daily, the expensive cologne did smell like one of the boys. She spent every day in the dorm cleaning up their mess, sometimes she still could smell their cologne lingered in the thin air.

She shrugged the weird thought off from her tired mind. It couldn’t be one of boys, none of them were informed about her working here though. And, need Seul to remind herself they were not that close to the extent of exchanging personal information. That did not include Jin, her friendship and Jin grew over time even though at first, she was a little reluctant to pursue this new relationship that she was about to have with him.

Seul’s blooming friendship with Jin was nothing new. Jin is an interesting guy though he was terrible in cracking jokes. Nevertheless, a message from Jin gave a tingly feeling inside.

It felt homey.

Groaning in her head out of frustration, she needed to sort her feelings soon. 2017 is approaching, how could she love every presence of the gentlemen that she encountered, Yoongi, Jin and Mr JK. Oh, make it four, she would not forget Park Jimin.

Crossing her arm together, the corner of Sera’s lips was tugged into a playful smile “Oh really? If you are not in that kind of relationship. Turn around and see who is waiting for you outside” Seul brows were flinched together in confusion.

“What are you talking about” she puffed her cheeks and turned around only to be welcomed by a familiar figure waving awkwardly at her way. Seul’s eyes widened at his sudden visitation considering it was a new year night, he was the last person that she expected to see tonight.

Sera made her way to flustered Seul and whispered “He is coming for you, go get ready and leave. It is going to be long night” she gave the stoic girl a soft pat on the back. Clearing her throat to ease the awkwardness, Seul returned Jungkook’s wave shyly and signalled him to wait while she picked her stuffs.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck while smiling widely under the mask, giving her an ‘okay’ sign. Being here tonight was already hard for him since he had been thinking over this to happen in the past two weeks. After much contemplation, he finally made up his mind. If the truth need to be prevailed, then today was the perfect time for it.

He questioned his decision.

Was it for the better or for the worst?

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“Where is Jungkook?” Namjoon nibbled his honey chips with a questionable look. They had promised to spend the new year night together now seeing one of the members disappeared worries him.

Jimin took a seat beside Yoongi with a loud yawn “He went out for a while, and he will be back in an hour” he answered casually. That was the only thing Jungkook told him before the younger guy left the house few minutes ago.

“So, he won’t be here during the countdown?” the elder boy grimaced.

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter, we will celebrate the night together eventually” Jin reasoned. They would not let things like this jeopardize their night, though it made more sense if everyone were together until the clock strikes 12. However, the boys believed in giving each other a little personal space, they didn’t want to appear too clingy towards each other anyways.

Namjoon hummed “Fine, as long as he doesn’t get himself into trouble” his eyes travelled back to the screen, joining Yoongi who didn’t show any movement since the movie started. Jhope’s soft howler from the kitchen got Jin’s attention “We are running out banana milk! Jungkook may need one later” he exclaimed.

“Shoot, I forgot to restock the banana milk” Jin frowned.

Taehyung exited his room while fixing his hair “I am going out to buy chips, I will get the drinks” Jimin blinked capturing Taehyung’s readiness, and his eyes landed on the camera in his hand.

“You are bringing camera to buy chips?” he inquired.

“In case, I catch some beautiful scenery that worth the shot” Taehyung’s mind traced back to Seul. It had been a month since his sloppy first meeting with Seul, ever since then he had no guts to meet the girl even though he knew her workplace. She did not want to creep her out at least that’s what he thought.

Yoongi mumbled under his breath lowly “Be back in an hour, don’t wander around mindlessly” he finally spoke up.

“Alright Yoongi-ssi” Taehyung grinned, giving all of them a salute before leaving the warm house. He purposely took the longest route pass Seul’s workplace just to catch a glimpse of Seul from afar. Why was he being so timid? He too was unsure of himself, things could be a little too much for him to comprehend this time.

Strolling along the sidewalk with a gleeful smile, Taehyung would not miss the chance to take a few shots of beautiful scenery that worth the shot to be included in his collection. His heart was beating so fast as the image of the store came into his vicinity. The road was cold and empty, knowing by now everyone should be home or somewhere with their loved ones, deep down inside, he wished to see Seul once again.

He stood across the road staring at the store with so much interest. The corner of his eyes caught an ambiguous figure leaning against the cold wall whom seemed patiently waiting for someone. It was dark, so he couldn’t clearly see who the person was though again he gave him a sense of familiarity.

Taehyung watched the light inside the store were turned off as two females coming out from the store with soft giggle. Again, he was sure one of the girls would be the person that he was dying to see since forever.

One of the girl gave a final wave before moving to another direction whilst the other girl stood straight facing the guy. Judging from her ponytail and her body gesture, Taehyung was sure it was indeed her. Not to sound like a real creep, but he remembered the little gesture and habit that she made along with the way she tied her hair into a cute ponytail.

His eyes never left her as he watched her walk side by side with the guy earlier, and it ached his heart. It was not a big deal to begin with since she had zero idea of his existence, and for pete’s sake they barely knew each other.

So, the fact that she’s dating someone should not be affecting him this much.

“Damn Kim Taehyung, you are fooling yourself” he let out a soft sigh of regret. Thinking about girl would only ruin his brain cell, so he ought to get Jungkook’s banana milk instead and snacks for tonight’s so-called celebration.

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Along the way, it was dead silence. None of them uttered anything, yet they enjoyed each other company. Seul was the first one who broke the silence that caught him off guard “So, what are you doing here with me instead of spending it with your family…or girlfriend?” she purposely emphasised the last word with a soft cough.

“There is no girlfriend” Seul bit her lower lips trying to surpass her obvious grin. She heard him continue “And my family is in Busan, but I will be celebrating with my friends who just like my brothers today. Don’t worry I have informed them that I will be late, they don’t mind” his soft voice soothed her heart.

“I just wanted to start my new year differently this year. And, I choose to spend it with you” for the umpteenth time, it shook the deepest core of her heart. Why’s he doing this to her?

Seul was touched by his kind words, never in her life she felt so important as now “You are flattering me Mr JK” she chuckled away her nervousness afraid that he might catch her jumbling with her own words.

“I am not flattering you. It is the truth” he shoved his hand inside his pocket, gathering his thought. The part of wanting to start the new year differently was the truth though, he wanted to get out from his comfort zone. Glancing at his watch, Jungkook murmured “So, ten minutes till 12, lets get an ice cream” he suggested.

She flinched “Are you crazy? It is freezing, and you want to eat ice cream at this time, seriously? It will only pain your body” Jungkook chuckled at her cuteness. He watched how her lips was curved upwards into a pout, it never failed to amuse him.

“I am craving for one, and we can share the ice cream. Let’s just get one” before Seul could even protest, Jungkook made his way inside the convenience store purchasing an ice cream just like he mentioned earlier. He ignored the odd look that he received from the cashier as he quickly returned to Seul excitedly.

“I got us one”

“You are weird”

“Do you mind if we share ice cream?” Jungkook eyes sparkled innocently under the moonlight. Was he hinting her about the indirect kiss? But that was only in a drama, the indirect kiss was exaggerated in the dramas anyway. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

A soft giggle escaped from her cold lips “We are not in a freaking drama Mr JK, so don’t get ahead of yourself. I don’t mind sharing it with you, plus I don’t think I can finish one in this weather” she shot him a playful glare.

“Agree!” he winked. With that, he unwrapped the ice cream and held it close to Seul’s mouth “You eat first” Seul took a soft bite. Both of them started walking again, following the trail of snow on the street.

“This is my place” Seul made an abrupt stop facing Jungkook. He scanned the old building, tilting his head in disappointment since he still wanted to spend more time with Seul. It ended too quickly.

“That was quick that I expected” his voice showed a hint of sadness and disappointment.

Seul nodded “It is two minutes’ walk from the convenience store, I forgot to mention that. Anyways, you should head back. Your brothers are waiting for your arrival” Jungkook did not budge but instead he fed the girl with the remaining ice cream causing her to shudder due to the coldness.

“YAH!” Seul jabbed his arm as he dodged skilfully accompanied with a playful chuckle that broke the eerie silence of this empty street.

“Four minutes till 12, I will head back after that” Seul gave him an amused look, up until now she wondered to what extent this guy in front of her would surprise her with his randomness.

The time is ticking so did Jungkook fear of wanting to end this little mind game he had, no more turning back. He unzipped his jacket, pulling out his sketch book “I.. did it…” he mumbled. Their eyes met did not know how to react in this situation, was it just her but she felt extremely sad over the fact that he was done with his task. This means, she will no longer be able to see him as frequent as before.

His job was done here.

She must live up with the fact that people will eventually leave when the times come.

Jungkook sensed her expression darken, so it worries him a little just in case she did not like the drawing. Seul took the sketch book, flipping through the pages one by one. Her heart sunk as it reached the last page. The drawings of her and him, talking happily at the corner of the café while enjoying their drinks.

Her eyes were sting with tears, but she refused to let it go. She did not want to overreact in front of him, they became close over a month, so it did not make her any special in his heart. For an odd reason, Seul felt very affected of this as if she got dumped by a guy.

“Seul-ssi…are you alright? You don’t like it? I am sorry, I will do better next time. I also think it looks bad never mind, let me draw it again. Let’s forget about this” Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck trying to get a look of Seul who had her head hung low.

Blinking her tears away, Seul shook her head “No, I love it. It takes my breath away. Your drawing. As expected from you Mr JK. That was fast, did not expect you to finish it within a month” she swallowed the heavy lump on her throat, mustering her courage to meet Jungkook’s worried eyes.

“Thank god..you scared me. I..was shocked of myself too. I got carried away, and I guess the result came out earlier than I expected” he studies Seul’s solemn expression. Something was bothering her indeed, but he did not know if it was appropriate to ask.

“I think your job is done, you finally complete your goals. Guess, it would be hard to see you around after this Mr JK” she joked. Even though she tried to sound cheerful, but little did she know her voice sounded broken.

The things that came out from Seul finally answered the questions that he had just now. Jungkook realized his assumption was right all along though he thought it sounded absurd at first. What more to confirm this? He heard it from Seul personally, it would not be a lie.

Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows, taking a step closer to Seul “So.. this is what it is all about?” his sweet usual voice was no longer there instead it was replaced by his unusual deep and alluring voice. Seul was feeling defensive all of sudden, as she took one step back “What..” she muttered confusedly.

He inhaled a deep breath, “You are sad that I might not be visiting the store anymore once I finish my drawing?” Seul grimaced knowing how easy for him to read her. She didn’t intend to appear like a fool in front of him, denying his statement was the best thing for now.

“Ur… No.. I didn’t say that” she argued.

“But your eyes say something else”

“Ha.. you must be mistaken. It is due to the light from this street lamp” Jungkook lurched forward and every step taken by him made Seul to take a step back. The things just went on and on following her heavy breathing.

Jungkook smirked “I may be wearing mask, but my eyes are not blinded from the truth. Why are you feeling that way though?” he probed. Her eyes quivered feeling defeated. She tried to convince herself not to fall for Jungkook’s evil plan to lure answers out from him.

Jungkook was testing her.

“JK-ssi, I think it is time for you to leave and meet your brothers. I will see you around, I guess. Thank you for the ice cream and walking me back home. And uh… happy new year” clutching onto the sketch book tightly, Seul turned her heels getting ready to escape from Jungkook.

Bemused, Jungkook wouldn’t let her go to that easily as he needed to execute his plan first.

To her surprise, she felt a soft tug around her wrist. She was pulled back facing him, crashing against his warm body, Jungkook tugged his mask uncovering the rest of his face. He did not want to waste any minute. He used one of his free hand to cup Seul’s cheeks, encircling another one around her waist holding her body close.

Jungkook dipped his head, connecting their cold lips together. Warmth sipping through her body making her froze. Seul was surprised to find her own lips parted not long after giving into the kisses. Their breaths mingled.

He smiled between the kisses, stroking her cheeks lovingly.

The feel of her lips against his rendered him breathless.

The sights and sounds of a spectacular firework matched the sparks in their heart. She really wanted to have a good look of his face, but the kisses made her mind went numb. The only things that matter now was the kisses. Unlike the kisses that she had with Yoongi, this one was more careful and gentle. She did not want to compare these two guys. Seul had to admit it was different.

Jungkook pulled away slowly, turning Seul body with her back facing him. He did not plan on telling her who is him just yet, because that was the only leverage that he had to be able to meet Seul again in the future. Enveloping his arm around Seul from back, he ran his lips to her ears and whispered almost a little too romantically “Happy New Year Seul-ssi” Seul was trembling under his soft touch.

“I will see you around” Jungkook left a soft peck on the top of her head, pulling his mask to cover his face again and left with a wide grin plastered across his face.

Seul on the other hand was trying to register the whole thing, everything happened so fast. Clenching onto her chest, she gasped regaining her soul back into her body “What the hell just happened?” she bit her lower lips.

She turned back in hope Jungkook would still be around but to her dismay, he was nowhere to be seen. How could he flee without words and left her hanging? This was totally unacceptable.

“Nuna! Why are you standing here?” Hoon’s voice brought her out of her trance. She was feeling a little feverish, was it because the kiss with Jungkook? Her brother scrutinized her expression with a wary look “Why are you so red? Are you sick?” he touched her forehead with the back of his hand.

“Urm..I think so.. come on lets get inside” she tugged his arm, making their way inside before he could inquire him further. Seul was not in the right state of mind to answer any Hoon’s question, not when she still needed an answer from her mysterious Mr JK.

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xillveart · 5 years ago

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Ancient Soul

Time Travel, Quirkless, Feudal Japan AU

“Your soul does not belong here.” Those were words you never thought that you would hear. Now, thrown into the past in feudal Japan, you must find a way to survive, all while struggling to avoid the growing feelings for one hot-headed war general. War, romance, death and love drive you forward, to find the place where your soul truly belongs.

Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Want to start from be beginning? Check the Ancient Soul tag. New chapters released every Wednesday as long as schedule permits.

Genre: Romance / Angst Story Rating: Explicit | Adult Themes, Sex, Death, Depictions of Violence, Alcohol

Chapter 12: I Beg You

Chapter Rating: Teen | Cursing, Mention of Suicide Words: 2536

Sitting beside the pond in the palace courtyard, you were silent as you watched the fish swim about, not at all bothered by the fluttering snow that landed in the water. You knew that you were also covered in the soft flakes, but that was of little consequence to you. The cold did little to bother you at this point, as a depression had settled into your core. Although it had been a week, you couldn’t quite get over the way that Bakugou had treated you. He hadn’t even come to see you or beckoned for your assistance since then, so either he felt guilty about what he had done, or he was truly mad at you.

Had it really been your fault? Had you completely misread all the signs to take everything he had said and done that day as something more special than it was? You still didn’t know how that could have been possible. All of it was so obvious that, even while drunk, you could easily see it. There was an interest that went far beyond what he claimed his feelings for you were, but he was just too stubborn, or even scared, to admit it.

How could you allow yourself to care about him so much in the first place? What if you suddenly woke up back in your own world or found a way to go home? You would be forced to forget him, and that would do nothing but bring on more pain.

But… would you really be able to go home at that point? If you had the choice between staying here and going home, what would you take? It could go either way, you guessed, depending on the state of things here. If the palace was burning, if people were dying, then of course you would go home. But, if he did come to love you like you hoped, if he cared for you as deeply as you wished, then would you be able to leave him?

Probably not. Probably so. In truth, you didn’t know why you bothered contemplating over things like that. He may never come to love you, and you may never find a way to get home. For all you knew, you’d be stuck here for the rest of your life, talking to fish. How pathetic such a life would be.

“Miss? Are you okay?”

The comforting and familiar voice for Tsuyu pulled your attention from the pond, forcing a smile onto your lips as she came to sit in the snow beside you. “Ah, Tsuyu… I didn’t realize you were back already.”

“Yes, I just got back earlier today. I’m grateful to be home.” Smiling, Tsuyu leaned over a bit to look down into the pond, watching as the white fish Sushi swam about and peered up at her. “Spending some time with Sushi? Have you told him any stories?”

“Not today,” You reached down and let a finger sink into the ice-cold water, softly stroking the top of Sushi’s head and allowing him to nibble at your skin. “He’s already heard all I have to say…”

“Then perhaps you would like to tell someone who can actually talk back?”

Tsuyu’s offer to hear you out tugged at your heart, nearly immediately bringing tears to your eyes. You wanted so badly to talk to someone, to anyone about what you were going through, but it was nearly impossible to do so without spilling the truth. But, at this point, you didn’t really care if you did. You just wanted someone to listen to you, and so, Tsuyu it would be.

“If you don’t mind listening, I have some stuff I’d… like to get off my chest. If you don’t tell Bakugou. Please.”

After a moment of silence, Tsuyu nodded, placing a comforting hand on your arm. “Don’t worry… At this point of you being here with us, I know there are things that need to be kept quiet. Personal things aren’t something I should share anymore…”

Nodding, you took in a deep breath, trying to fight the tears to keep them at bay. “I just… I am so grateful for the people I’ve met. The kindness that you have all shown me. But I still feel just like I’m a prisoner, even after all this time. I… I want to go home.” It was then that you couldn’t hold back the tears, letting them stream down your cheeks freely. “But I don’t think that’s ever going to be possible…”

“Escape would be difficult for you… As would finding your way back from here, since you don’t know where we are on the maps, technically.”

“It’s not even that. If I could escape from here, if I could get out on my own, it still wouldn’t be possible. My home is so far away from here… It would be impossible, even if I got back to the shrine where you found me.”

“That shrine. It is an odd place, isn’t it?” Tsuyu pulled a cloth from her kimono, handing it to you so you could wipe your eyes. “There are a lot of stories, some from many years back talking about the strange things that happened there. People would vanish and others would appear, some speaking in odd languages and others just completely out of their minds. Exactly like you.”

Sniffling, you looked down at Tsuyu in shock, surprised to hear that she knew these things and wasn’t at all put off by talking about them. “W-what? You knew about these things?”

“I have. I… am quite interested in the odd things of this world. Stories and myths… Horrors and superstitions. It’s all fascinating to me. I don’t tell many people this because they find it strange for a woman to be interested in such things… But I feel like you should know that I’m aware of it. And… I think that is what happened to you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“There’s no way that you are from this world, Miss. Your clothing, your speech, your mannerisms, and most importantly, how you know all the things that you do. I feel it isn’t possible… Unless you are a witch or a demon.” Tsuyu moved some of her dark hair back behind her ear, and you couldn’t help but for the moment find some humor in what she was saying. She believed that you could easily be from a different era, and yet you were still suspected of something so… primal. It was odd, but you didn’t question it, allowing her to go on.

“You don’t have to tell me the truth. But I will say, you are very lucky that I am the one that found you first. If it would have been anyone else, you would have been killed immediately with no questions asked.” Tsuyu turned her gaze up towards you, small smile on her lips. “It was like perfect timing… Like it was meant to be.”

With a sigh, you wiped the chilled tears from your cheeks using the cloth she had given you, before letting your hands fall into your lap in defeat. “Even if it was… It doesn’t matter. I don’t feel like I belong here. I just want to go home… If you know about these things, can’t you help me?”

Smile fading, Tsuyu gave a shake of her head. “No, Miss. I can’t and will not do that. I may consider you a friend at this point, and I trust you, but I won’t go against the word of my Lord. If you truly want to return home, or have a chance to… Then you’ll need to speak with Bakugou.”

“That’s like talking to a brick wall…” You handed Tsuyu back her cloth, finding that the tears had stopped for the time being. “He’s impossible.”

“He is. But I heard that he took you into town recently. How was that?”

At the thought of how much fun you had that day, you couldn’t stop the small smile that crept across your lips, feeling your cheeks flush hot against the cold winter air. “It was… wonderful. Up until the very end. I misread some… signals, I guess, and I upset him.”

With a small sigh, Tsuyu stood, cleaning her clothing of snow with sweeping and patting hands. “Miss, I doubt you misread him. What you probably did was just embarrass him. He’s not very good with emotion, as I’m sure you’ve noticed. When he doesn’t know how to act or what to say, he just does what he knows, and that’s to be angry. I have seen a change in him, though… You bring out his soft side.”

Swallowing the lump that had grown in your throat, you stood as well, though you ignored the snow that stuck to your clothes. “Well, I’m tired of sitting around here moping. I’m going to go try and talk to him.”

“About that night?”

“No… About going home. If I do bring out his soft side… then maybe he will let me try.”

…

“You want to leave? Do you really think barging in here without even making your presence known and then demanding your release is the right way to go about things, Demon?” Bakugou glowered up at you as he sat on the floor around his map table, with Kirishima across from him and Kaminari to his left. The two other men stared at you in shock, probably put off by your rudeness and harsh tone. Did you really care? No, not at all. You knew that coming to Bakugou all timid and sad wasn’t going to work. So, you figured that coming in aggressive might just give you a better chance, considering that’s how he tended to handle everything.

“Yes, I do think it’s the right way. Can we talk in private--”

“No.” Bakugou interrupted you with a sharp snap, his glare changing from annoyed to truly irritated. “You’re interrupting. You need to wait. I will come get you when I have time.”

Kirishima sighed, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Sir, it’s alright if she needs to talk to you, we can come back.”

“I said no.”

“Katsuki, this can’t wait! I need to talk to you--” A gasp interrupted you as Bakugou stood, snatching you by the arm and pulling you out of the room. “--H-hey, wait!” You were quick to catch your footing, but you didn’t bother fighting back, as this was exactly what you had wanted. He had fallen for your pestering, so now all you had to do was get him to listen. “Katsuki--”

“I told you not to call me that around the others!” Bakugou finally came to a stop, hissing at you in a harsh attempt at a whisper. “Can’t you follow even the simplest damn directions?! You’re such a stupid woman, trying to undermine me in front of my men! I could have your stupid ass killed for that!”

“Then why don’t you do it? Huh? Why don’t you just get rid of me already! If you won’t let me go home, at least do something with me so I’m not sitting around here rotting!”

“You’re a fool! You have free reign of the palace, you have everything you want, you can do anything you want here, it isn’t my fault that you decide to just sit on your ass all day talking to damn fish! You might as well accept that and be content with what you have, because as long as my Lord wants you here, you aren’t leaving!”

“Does he really want me here, or is it you?”

Your question caught Bakugou off guard, his grip on your arm loosening. “I already told you. I told you, when we were in town, that I didn’t want you to leave. I want you to stay, but not just because of what you can do for us. I--” Whatever he had wanted to say caught in his throat, and just like that night, anger instantly took over the truth. “It doesn’t matter why. You can’t leave. My Lord requires your skills, as do I.”

“And what if I just won’t offer my help anymore, hm? What then?”

“Then you’ll know what being treated like a prisoner is truly like.”

His threat was cold and harsh, instantly making your entire chest feel like it was frozen in ice. Pulling your arm away from him, you took a few steps back. “You always say that you don’t know what to think of me… But I know what to think of you. You’re nothing but a cruel man… and all this…” You reached up and pulled the brilliant crimson jeweled hairpin from your hair, before shoving it into his hands. “All this you did for me… it means nothing.” Before allowing him to say a word, you began your way back down the hall, arms wrapped tightly around your chest.

You ignored Kirishima and Kaminari as you walked past them, not caring in that moment that they had been eavesdropping just inside Bakugou’s room. Kirishima seemed particularly worried about you, however, and so he began to follow. “Wait, [L/N], where are you going?”

“I want to go out for a horse ride… I need to be away from here and away from him.” You spoke barely loud enough for Kirishima to hear you, though he did stop and glance back at Bakugou. You assumed at Bakugou must have given a silent command for him to follow you, as the redhead jogged a bit to catch up, keeping just a few paces behind you.

“I’ll accompany you.”

“Why? So, you can keep an eye on me?”

“Not fully… I just don’t think that you should be alone right now. People can make bad choices when they are left to fend off their own demons.”

Keeping your head down, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for worrying him. From what you had said, you were positive it must as come off as suicidal in some ways, especially with how you demanded Bakugou to just kill you. It was true, that wasn’t a thought that had necessarily been vacant in your mind. It had come to you a few times in the night, when you felt so alone and lost in this world.

With a sigh, you looked up Kirishima before chancing a quick glance behind you, feeling your stomach clench as you saw Bakugou still silently standing there, glaring down at the hairpin in his hands.

“I just… I wish that he would just tell me the truth…”

“[L/N]... What you felt that day when he took you out to town, what you experienced with him, that was the truth. If you’re expecting words out of him, you’ll find yourself feeling like this over and over. Actions are what matter. And giving him back that pin… He won’t forgive that easily.”

“He talks to you about me, doesn’t he?”

“Occasionally. But none of it is my place to say… I know what when the time is right, though, he’ll offer that pin back to you. And I hope that you’ll take it.”

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thedirtpreferences · 6 years ago

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Preference #12 - Motley Meets The Baby

Mick: It had been too late for the epidural. Which meant you felt every single rip, tear, squeeze, and ache that labor had brought. And it had been excruciating; probably the worst pain you had ever had to endure in your life. You had always heard that once the baby was born, you would forget the pain. That was a lie. You remembered everything. But now your baby was here; and somehow the pain had been worth it. “I’m relieved.” You yawned, exhaustion taking a serious toll on your physical state. “It was a close call,” Mick agreed, walking from the crib over to where you laid. You smiled when he squeezed himself on the edge, scooching you over so that he could hold you in his arms. “I hate to have to ask, but are you in the mood for visitors? There are three very excited uncles out there,” Mick’s words were slow, careful. You could tell he was trying to be respectful of your wishes, but also genuinely wanted to show his daughter off to the band. He was proud, and who were you to tell him no? Of course, they could meet her. “Go get them,” You encouraged. Mick kissed the crown of your head one last time before leaving the bed and exiting the room. Seconds later, he returned with his three bandmates. “Glad to see your still alive,” Tommy joked, leaning forward to give you a fistbump once he approached the bed. “Barely.” You responded weakly. “Here she is; here’s our girl,” Mick carefully grabbed the newborn from the cradle, turning around to display her to the boys. “She’s beautiful, guys.” Nikki beamed as he reached out for the baby, arms awkward as he prepared to hold her. “Careful,” Mick reminded as he passed the baby over to Nikki who gasped once she was in his arms. “Y/N she is your twin,” Nikki commented causing you to smile. “Thank God she looks like Y/N,” Tommy joked as Vince and Nikki laughed, your scowl as well as Mick’s causing them the laughter to cease. Vince was the next to hold her, a smile creeping on to his features as the little girl stirred in his arms. He was every bit as in love as Nikki had been and truthfully was bummed when he had to give her up to Tommy. “You should really be proud, she’s so cool.” Tommy breathed, staring down at the baby. “We couldn’t be happier,” Mick spoke, joining you back on the hospital bed, encircling his arms around you. The exhaustion was now occupying the larger part of you as you fought the urge to stay coherent. As excited as you were that your daughter was meeting her uncles, you couldn’t help but to be more absorbed in how tired you were: you desperately needed to sleep. And as you rested your head on Mick’s shoulder, you accidentally fell asleep. “She’s really tired,” Mick smiled sadly, as Tommy placed the baby back in the cradle, respecting the fact that you needed your sleep. “We’ll visit tomorrow,” Vince affirmed, as the boys nodded their heads in agreement before they left. “Get some sleep, Y/N” Were Mick’s last words before the soft snores began to leave your mouth.

Nikki: You were out like a light. Although the labor had seemed like it was going to be quick, once you actually made it to the hospital your labor had actually lasted for approximately forty hours. Forty hours of constant pain, starvation, and complete and total enervation. After the baby was born, you had had one good hour of attending to her and loving her with all the fondness you could muster; then you had passed out. Hard. “You have to be quiet, she’s zonked out.” Nikki whispered as he led his bandmates into the room. Even though you were fast asleep, Nikki couldn’t help but to show his bandmates his new daughter. One because he had never been so completely proud in his entire life and two because they had been dying to meet her since the moment you had gave birth to her. “I guess forty hours of labor will have that kind of affect on a person.” Vince chuckled as they scrutinized your sleeping form. “It’s a good thing she’s getting rest now, she probably won’t be getting anymore until the kid turns eighteen.” Mick mused as Nikki picked up the small child from the cradle, adoration swimming in his eyes as he held her. He couldn’t believe how blessed he was to be her father. “That’s your uncles,” Nikki murmured, kissing the top of her head as he turned around to face them. As hardcore and metal as the band appeared, it was humorous how quickly they turned into a puddle of love at the sight of her. Furthermore, in a fleeting instant she had became the most important thing in the world not only to her newfound parents, but now to her uncles. It was amazing how quickly she had them wrapped around her tiny little finger so quickly, for they had never seen something so precious in their years of existence. “She’s amazing,” Tommy breathed as Nikki passed her into his open arms. When the small child cooed softly, Tommy swore his heart had never felt so full. When it was Mick’s turn, he cradled the child securely as he rocked her back and forth a small smile twitching at his lips. “You guys did good, Nik.” He nodded his head earnestly as the child stirred, before closing her eyes. “You guys are hogging her,” Vince grumbled, and Mick gave her up unwillingly at his requests. When the baby was placed in his arms, Vince let out a soft sigh, his heart filling with infatuation. He couldn’t help but to think that their life had really came full circle. From being degenerates, to establishing a family, to now holding Nikki’s first child; Vince was simply proud. “Congratulations, man.” Vince whispered, as your eyes began to open, disorientation still clouding your mind. Blinking slowly, a smile reached your lips as you saw the men crowding around your daughter, staring down at her endearingly. Words couldn’t begin to touch how blessed you felt to have such caring uncles to your daughter who you loved so much.

Tommy: “I can’t believe he’s finally here; that we’re finally able to hold our beautiful baby boy.” You were happy. No, not happy. Ecstatic. No, not ecstatic. Exultant. Actually, scratch all of those words. In no way, shape, or form were you able to describe your feelings using words. This feeling, this joy you felt as you held your son in your arms was not something that could easily be explained. Furthermore, it was nearly incomprehensible. Your son had managed to flip your whole entire world upside down in the most magical way, and you had never felt more fortunate in your life to be his mom. You were equally as advantaged to be raising your son with the love of your life; your beautiful and amazing boyfriend, Tommy. “Can you believe we made something so amazing?” Tommy inquired as he kissed the side of your head gently, running his fingers over his sons scalp. Much like yourself, Tommy was equally as excited as you were. He couldn’t believe that he was half responsible for creating such a beautiful human being. Out of all the things he had accomplished, which had been a lot, he couldn’t help but to think that this had to be his proudest one. Furthermore, his son was absolutely perfect. “Can we interrupt?” Suddenly breaking you out of your fixation, a smile reached your lips when Nikki’s head poked through the door, an eager expression coloring his features. You had almost forgotten that the band had been waiting for the arrival of your son for quite some time now. It almost made you feel guilty that you had failed to update them until now and that was only because they had made the first move. Whoops. “Of course, of course.” You waved them in halfheartedly, the better half of you keeping your grasp tight and secure around your sons small, fragile body. “Well, would you look at that.” Vince announced as the three men trickled in the room, their expressions curious, yet excited. “It’s a little baby Tommy,” Peering over your shoulder, the boys gathered around to glimpse at their new nephew. For the first time in the many years you had known them, they became completely and totally speechless. You watched as their mouths curved into small smiles, their eyes beginning to twinkle in wonder. You could tell just in the few seconds that they had laid eyes on your baby, that they too were amazed by how special one child could be. Furthermore, just as you and Tommy had fell in love, you were watching the boys fall in love as well and it was amazing. At just one day old, your baby was already so cherished and adored. Once again you felt fortunate. “I’m proud of you drummer,” Mick murmured as he clasped Tommy on the back, a beam coloring your boyfriends features at the compliment. He had been yearning to hear those words from Mick since he met him in his teenage years; it felt good to finally come full circle. “How are you, by the way, Y/N? Less grumpy?” Nikki asked causing your cheeks to warm at the not-so-fond memory. “Sorry about that Nik, my hormones were all out of whack and-” Your words were cut off as Nikki suddenly raised his hand to stop you. “Hey, I get it. I would be grumpy too. I’m just happy to see you back to yourself,” the bass player ruffled your hair causing you to grin appreciatively. Sometimes you didn’t feel like you were worthy of their unwavering acceptance and love, but you certainly weren’t ever going to question it.

Vince: “By popular demand, we brought you…” Scouring in the McDonald’s bag, Tommy began to pull out various items of food for you. “A big mac, a ten piece nugget, two large fries, and a McChicken.” Laying the food on the bedside table, you beamed graciously at the sight. It had been a very long, tiring labor. Even though it had seemed like things were escalating quickly at the concert, the process had actually slowed tremendously once you finally made it to the hospital. Furthermore, it had been 48 hours to be completely exact. 48 hours of contractions, of pain, and most importantly of no food; just the measly, sad excuse of a substitute meal, ice chips. And at this point you were absolutely starving. “You guys are a gift from God,” you muttered, beginning to stuff handfuls of fries into your mouth. “Oh, and I almost forgot, here’s your chocolate shake too.” Nikki handed you the creamy beverage, laughing at the twinkle of excitement in your eyes. The way you looked at the food was supposed to be the way you looked at your newborn child, but frankly you were too hungry to feel bad. Furthermore, you were unapologetic for how famished you were at this point of time. “So, are you guys ready to meet him?” Vince asked, rubbing his hands together as he scrutinized his band members carefully. The question was, of course, rhetorical. The whole purpose of them being here was not to bring you McDonalds, but to meet your son. “Of course.” Nikki smiled, trying to steal a glimpse into the crib as Vince reached in, gently scooping the restless child into his arms. “Say hello to your nephew, everyone.” Turning swiftly on his heels, Vince presented the newborn to his best friends, amused at their overwhelming reaction to the child. Even though they didn’t utter a single word, it was obvious that they were all amazed by the child. How could something be so small, yet so important in the grand scheme of things? They couldn’t believe how beautiful, and amazing a small baby could be. They were astonished to say the least. “Wow, man.” Tommy breathed, lurking over Vince’s shoulder, eyes wide in awe. Just from his body language you could tell that he was going to be insistent on holding the baby, but you were silently freaking out. Your baby was just so tiny, so fragile, so breakable. It made you nervous to let someone hold him, but you knew that these people weren’t just any regular person; they were his family, his uncles. So, bracing yourself, you nodded your head reassuringly at Vince watching carefully as he passed the infant into the drummers arms. “What a perfect combination,” Tommy mused before passing the baby to Mick who smiled kindly at the child. “Half expected him to come out with ratty, bleached hair like his dad.” Mick’s words made the room giggle as he rocked the child back and forth slowly. Out of all the guys, Mick seemed to be the most natural. You could tell just by his body language that he was fantastic with children. Mick was definitely going to be the designated babysitter in the future. Lastly, the baby was passed to Nikki, which to your surprise was actually very controlled and calm. “You guys are going to make amazing parents, you know that?” Nikki inquired as Vince took a seat on the bed next to you, kissing your temple gingerly. “I think so.” Vince smiled as you look up at him, a smile dancing on your lips. Of course, you were going to be great parents.

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straykidsftw · 6 years ago

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Number 1 / SCB

genre: angst, fluff, mafia!AU

requested?: yes (anon)

summary: in which some people find out about your’s and Changbin’s new baby before even Changbin does

warnings: use of guns, gang violence, pregnant!reader

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“You sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Changbin asked, glancing up from where he was sat at his desk.

“Nope, I’ll be fine,” you chuckled, walking over and kissing your husband’s forehead.

“Take this,” Changbin said, reaching in a drawer and pulling out a small gun.

“Changbin I—“

“It won’t kill whoever you shoot,” Changbin said, “it just makes them unconcious for a few hours so you can get away. But if you feel like you’re in danger, call me.”

You nodded, chuckling, “I know Changbin, I’ve been doing this for the past few years.”

“Y/N, TBZ have become stronger, okay?” Changbin said sternly, “I want to make sure you’re safe.”

You sighed, kissing your husband once again, if he was like this now, you couldn’t even imagine what he’d be like when he found out about the life in your stomach, “I’ll be back in about an hour.”

Changbin sighed as he watched you go, shutting the door behind you as you left for the shop down the road.

You collected everything you needed (crisps, ice-cream and olives - cravings were terrible) as well as picking up some of Changbin’s favourite ready-made coffee before paying and leaving, still thinking of ways to tell Changbin about the child growing inside of you. His child.

About 100 metres away from your grand house, you heard a gun shot. Your heart began to race. Sure, this was a relatively safe area, but there were many who knew SKZ. They were rising in ranks among mafia groups in South Korea, making you; their skilled assasin’s wife; an easy target.

You were like the grand prize in the game these mafia groups had been playing for years.

This game was between the top 3 now: SKZ, ATZ and TBZ. All three were new, all three strong and getting stronger. SKZ were at the top, number 1, meaning they were just waiting to be taken down.

2nd place was ATZ: an 8 membered team, currently run by Kim Hongjoong: a ruthless leader and killer. He attained a leg injury a few years back which meant wherever he and his creepy limp went, at least three other members went with him. Usually Jeong Yunho, Kang Yeosang and Choi San, although you know from experience that the other four members were just as deadly.

3rd: TBZ. 12 members, each one just as deadly as the last. Both SKZ and ATZ have members who stay on the front line and kill as well as members who stay back and do the smart stuff. Every single member of TBZ was trained in ever area, and as Changbin had warned you, they were only getting stronger. They’re led by Lee Sangyeon, an innocent smile and a deadly demeanor.

“Well well well, Y/N Seo,” the deep voice said, an evil smile evident in his voice, “fancy seeing you here.”

Your breath got caught in your throat as you reached in your coat’s oversized pocket, placing your hand firmly on the gun handle.

“No no, there’s no need for that,” he chuckled.

You turned around, confirming your suspicions as you laid eyes on the man in front of you.

“What do you want Hongjoong?” you asked, trying to seem as brave as possible.

“I want you,” Hongjoong smirked, not moving although you expected him too, “more importantly, I want that thing inside of you.”

Your hands moved before you could stop them, clutching your stomach protectively.

“How do you know about her?!” you asked, your anger rising with every word he spoke.

“We’ve got some talented people with us right now, Y/N,” Hongjoong said, moving his hand slightly making Sangyeon come and approach you.

“Wow, so it’s true,” Sangyeon smirked, “Changbin really only goes for the best, huh?”

You weren’t flattered at his words. If anything you were disgusted. He reached out to you and you wanted to smack his hands away, but you knew what that would end in and all you could think about was protecting your daughter.

“What do you guys want huh? You want to take down SKZ?” you taunted, “you never will. Neither of you.”

“How can you be so sure baby girl?” Hongjoong asked, raising an eyebrow.

“We already have the golden ticket to their down fall,” Sangyeon said, placing his hands gently on your face, “you.”

He came closer and you smacked him away, falling backwards.

Strong arms caught you, but you continued to move away from them, you knew it wasn’t Changbin and you had a feeling it wasn’t any member of SKZ either.

“What? You’re trying to leave? Already?” Hongjoong taunted, “I don’t think so princess.”

You began walking backwards before turning around and being met with Juyeon and Hyunjae, arms folded as they looked down at you, smirking.

You turned back around and began to walk towards Hongjoong, determined, but before you could get any further you felt guns being pressed against your stomach.

Your breath hitched in your throat, nowbthe most scared you’d been as you looked down to see Yunho, Yeosang and San, all on one knee, their guns pressed against your gut.

“One more move baby girl, and they’ll shoot,” Sangyeon said, “so what’s it gonna be?”

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“Kim Hongjoong, I swear to god, if you lay a finger on her—“

“You’ll what? Come and save her? Be her knight in shining armour?” Hongjoong teased, “you can come and meet us Changbin. You and your gang, but if you try anything with the girl she gets three shots, straight to the stomach.”

“Fine,” Changbin said, “we’ll come. But I’m telling you Hongjoong, and you Lee Sangyeon, if you lay a finger on my wife, you’re both dying on the spot.”

Hongjoong shrugged, “I’ll see you in a bit Mr Seo. Bye bye!”

He hung up the facetime call, turning to face you, “isn’t it so flattering how fast your husband runs to save the day?! Come just for you and your little one.”

This was not the way you planned to tell him at all.

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“Hyung, why her stomach?” Jisung asked, trying to catch Changbin’s arm as he darted furiously around the hideout, “i–is there something you’re not telling us.”

“No, that’s why I’m also confused,” Changbin sighed, “I don’t understand why they wouldn’t just go for somewhere that would kill her instantly.”

“They want us to see her in pain,” Chan said, checking the live video on his phone, nothing much was happening apart from Hongjoong and Sangyeon keeping the unpleasant conversation with you.

“But if that’s the case, why wouldn’t they just torture her?” Felix asked.

Chan furrowed his eyebrows, “they must know something we don’t.”

“Maybe it’s her weak place,” Jisung suggested, glancing at Changbin.

“How would they know which parts of her are weak and which parts aren’t?” he said, now furious as he thought about his wife.

“This is TBZ and ATZ we’re talking about Changbin, together, they’re stronger than ever as 20,” Chan said, “okay, everyone ready?”

The boys nodded, some shouting in responses as Chan sent them out, him and Changbin not moving from where they stood.

“You alright?” Chan asked, watching Changbin’s furious face, “Bin, I know this is terrible but you have to calm down before going in, it’s not going to—“

Changbin prepared his gun, beginning to walk out the room, “I’m calm.”

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“Kim Hongjoong, Lee Sangyeon, it’s good to see you guys again,” Chan smiled as Sangyeon unlocked the door, letting him in the room you were currently locked in.

“It’s good to see you too Bang Chan!” Hongjoong exclaimed, overly happy, “say hello Y/N.”

You took a deep breath, “hey Chan.”

Chan waved, giving you a small smile of encouragement.

“Where’s Mr Seo?” Sangyeon asked, coming over and playing with your hair, “I’d like to compliment him on how beautiful his wife is.”

You tried not to react as Chan gritted his teeth, but put on his best smile.

“He’s just outside, I’m sure he’d love to hear from you,” Chan said, smiling.

Hongjoong and Sangyeon shared a look before Hongjoong shrugged, “let him in. We have a proposal for him anyway.”

Chan went to the door, opening it and beckoning Changbin over.

Your husband walked into the room, gasping slightly when he saw you with your wrists and ankles tied to the chair.

“Mr Seo!” Hongjoong exclaimed, “how good to see you!”

Sangyeon crouched by your chair, kissing your hand, before glancing up at Changbin, “she’s a beauty, isn’t she? You never told me about how beautiful she was Bin.”

Changbin shrugged, “I don’t like sharing.”

“Well we’ve got an idea,” Hongjoong chuckled, “though you may have to change your mindset if you’re going to act like that.”

Changbin sighed, “what is it?”

“You let us have the girl and you’ll be number one forever. We won’t try and take you down,” Hongjoong suggested, “you can have the baby, we don’t want her. We want Y/N.”

“The baby?” Changbin asked, his eyebrows furrowed, “Y/N, are you—“

Hongjoong gasped, looking between you and Changbin, “I am so sorry! He didn’t know?! Y/N, you could’ve told me!”

Tears formed in your eyes as you watched Changbin’s face, he looked hurt, but also angry, “I’m sorry, I didn’t—“

Changbin shook his head, coming closer as he began to whisper, “I love you so so much Y/N, do not apologise.”

“Uh uh, no secrets in this room, stop whispering,” Hongjoong said, “so what’s your answer?”

Changbin looked at Chan, who glared, and Changbin knew immediately what Chan wanted him to do.

You heard Chan’s whisper before you heard Changbin’s voice.

“No,” Changbin said as an alarm sounded.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Hongjoong asked, eyebrows raised, “you’ll let ATZ– and TBZ —take 1st place?”

Chan chuckled, walking over and standing where Changbin was as Changbin came over and untied the ropes around your wrists and ankles.

“Sure,” Chan shrugged, “you can have the houses, the cars, the money.”

Hongjoong and Sangyeon looked at each, confused.

“As soon as you get through SKZ,” Chan smirked.

Sangyeon was calling for backup, but it wasn’t as fast as SKZ: Felix, Jisung and Woojin making their way into the room as Hongjoong and Sangyeon surrendered, chuckling cockily.

“You’re real clever Bang Chan, you’re real clever,” Sangyeon chuckled, “but I think you’re forgetting how many we have.”

The remaining seven members of ATZ made their way in, all armed.

“Really?” Changbin chuckled as Jisung shot at Hongjoong’s leg.

“Hyung!” Seonghwa shouted, but it was too late.

Hongjoong fell over, swearing as he shot around, hoping to hit one member of SKZ. Instead, he shot the ceiling, the walls and Sangyeon’s arm.

Sangyeon fell backwards, clutching onto his arm as another member of TBZ, Jacob, came to help him.

“Y/N, get out,” Changbin growled, his arm making sure you stayed behind you.

“No,” you said, hanging onto his arm as Jisung and Chan began firing at ATZ.

“What?” Changbin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not leaving without you,” you breathed, feeling tears prick your eyes.

“Y/N, you’re gonna die,” Seungmin sighed, keeping one eye on the scene between you and Changbin and the other on ATZ.

“You say that like she had any chance of getting out alive,” Yunho smirked, shooting right at you and Changbin.

Changbin threw himself on the floor, pulling you down with him as he guarding the two of you with his own bullets, until he had access to a table, pulling it across you.

“You stay there Y/N,” Changbin groaned, getting up and shooting Yunho in the head, Chan shoving him out the way of San’s bullets.

This went on for a while, neither team getting closer to the other, but instead fighting with their guns. By the end, Yunho, Wooyoung and Mingi were on the floor, Yeosang, San and Jeongin all bleeding.

You screamed as you felt a hand on your face, followed by the sound of a gunshot.

The boy who had touched your face, who you now recognised as Hwall, had blood coming from his head as he laid unconscious on the floor.

“Ch-Changbin,” you whispered.

“You still wanna stay?!” he exclaimed.

He looked up at him, putting a hand on your stomach as you nodded. Changbin sobbed slightly, and you saw a stray tear roll down his cheek as he turned around, managing to shoot the rest of ATZ with only four bullets.

“Good job, you’ve managed to take down ATZ,” Sangyeon chuckled, “think you can do another 12?”

“I can do anything against you. You fucking sickos dared to lay a hand on my wife and even challenged to take her away!” Changbin roared, getting closer to Jacob and Sangyeon as he got louder.

Chan reached out to grab Changbin’s hand, but Changbin pulled his arm away.

“I’ll take you on, all 12 of you!” Changbin said, laughing dryly, “by myself.”

“Changbin,” Chan warned, but Changbin looked back, shaking his head.

“Alright then,” Sangyeon chuckled, “give us all you’ve got.”

You sobbed as Chan pulled you up, holding you in his arms as Changbin began to fight Sangyeon, grabbing his raw arm and kicking him in the stomach. He raised an eyebrow at Jacob staring at him before taking his head and breaking his neck.

“Come on then!” Changbin taunted, looking around for the other nine members.

The nine slowly started to pour out of different entrances, all looking threatening as they held a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. You were nervous as you shook against Chan, but Changbin was visibly bigger than every member of TBZ, and you had confidence in your husband.

“Age order,” Changbin said, nodding at Younghoon, “I’ll take you on one by one. You’re next. Fair?”

TBZ shared looks before Hyunjae smirked, turning back to Changbin, “fair. Game’s on. None of your team can get involved, and none of us can get involved with another member.”

Changbin nodded, approaching Younghoon, who raised an eyebrow.

You looked up at Chan, who kissed your forehead gently, “Younghoon’s a trained knife thrower.”

Although it made you more nervous, that was what you wanted to hear. You suddenly wanted to know everything about every single member of TBZ and you wanted to scream.

Younghoon raised the hand with his knife, throwing it before you even had chance to register what he was doing. But Changbin caught it, shooting the boy - who now looked extremely panicked - in the head as he fell back.

Silence fell over the room before Changbin’s slow footsteps were heard as he approached Hyunjae.

“You gonna kill me?” Hyunjae taunted, “I’m waiting.”

“Trained fighter,” Seungmin whispered as Jisung took your hand in his.

“No,” Changbin said, smiling evilly, “I’m going to hurt you and leave you laying in pain, no one to help you.”

Hyunjae laughed dryly, watching as Changbin stepped towards him. Changbin suddenly launched towards him, Hyunjae catching his arm and smirking as he flipped him over, placing his knife against Changbin’s neck.

You let out a sob as you watched the pair, Chan cradling you even closer and kissing your forehead gently.

“You’re good,” Changbin said, laughing.

“So what’s it gonna be, Seo?” Hyunjae whispered, staring at you, “you gonna give us the girl and remain at number one? Or get out and take your girl with you?”

Changbin smiled at you before a gunshot was sounded and Hyunjae fell back in pain, his foot bleeding out.

“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed, getting his own gun.

But before he could reload it, there was a gun wound in his stomach.

Changbin turned around, chuckling at the other six boys, “whose next?”

_________

Changbin took on the next six no problem. Juyeon, the only person who could have been a threat, was strong, but he wasn’t very smart meaning Changbin defeated him almost immediately.

“This is Eric,” Chan whispered, “Eric’s mostly behind the scenes. The tech guy.”

“So he’ll be fine?” you whispered, glancing up at Chan hopefully.

Chan shrugged, “all of them are trained in everything, Y/N, it’s not guaranteed.”

“So how do we wanna do this?” Changbin chuckled, glancing around at the bodies on the floor, “fighting? Shooting? Knife fight? Rock paper scissors?”

Eric laughed, throwing his knife and gun down on the floor before surrendering, “shoot me if you want. I can’t do this. I have a girlfriend, Seo, I know what it’s like.”

Changbin studied him, making sure he was telling the truth.

“I can’t imagine the happiness I would feel if she told me she was pregnant,” Eric said, tears beginning to fall, “and I just– I can’t agree with what we’re doing here.”

“Eric,” Sangyeon warned, sitting up.

“No! No I can’t do this hyung!” Eric cried, walking to the exit, “go and find someone new, someone heartless because I can’t take this anymore!”

“Eric you walk out this room and you’re no longer part of TBZ,” Sangyeon said.

Eric laughed dryly, “good.”

He opened the door and nodded towards the SKZ members, all of them looking at each other warily before Chan decided to walk towards the door.

He left, the rest of SKZ following after him. Changbin sighed, slinging his arm over your shoulder, shooting Sangyeon once before walking out the room.

“Eric that was incredible,” Felix said, “wh-why did you do that?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you guys since I found out what we were doing but they’ve kept this on the down low for so long, I wasn’t allowed out of TBZ hideout,” Eric explained, “you guys go. And congratulations you two.”

You smiled, thanking him as Chan went forward to shake his hand before leading everyone out. Once everyone was in the black car, Chan turned round to face the other members.

“Okay, who wants pizza?” he smiled, the boys all cheering.

“Actually, I think me and Y/N are just gonna go home,” Changbin said, squeezing your hand.

Chan nodded, “okay, I’ll drop you off.”

He turned back around, starting the car and driving off. The only noise came from the younger members, you and Changbin sitting in silence.

When Chan reached your house, you silently got out the car, Changbin following you after bidding farewell to the boys.

Your usher opened the door for you, your butlers bowing to greet you as you walked in.

“Come on, it’s been a long day,” Changbin said, taking your hand and leading the both of you to your bedroom.

When you got there, Changbin sat on the bed but you just stood in front of him, unsure on what to say.

“Chan–Changbin,” you started, trying not to cry, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I just—“

As you began to sob, Changbin opened up his arms, cradling you into his chest.

You two stayed like that for a while, Changbin rocking you slightly as you cried in his arms.

“I love you,” Changbin said, kissing your forehead before he put his hand on your stomach, “and I love our little one too.”

You nodded, sniffling, “are you not mad?”

“No,” Changbin cried, his own tears threatening to fall, “Y/N, I can’t be mad at you after what just happened. You were so strong.”

“I had to be,” you chuckled, shrugging, “for our baby.”

“Do you know what... it is?” Changbin asked, “is it a son?”

You smiled, shaking your head, “we have a baby girl, Bin.”

Changbin tried hard to hide his smile, looking up at the ceiling, “really?!”

You nodded, smiling.

Changbin looked at you, grinning before kissing you.

“I’m so sorry you have to deal with all of this,” Changbin murmered against your lips, before pulling away and hiding his face in your neck, “if I could, I’d give you the safest life I possibly could.”

“You already do Changbin,” you chuckled, “my husband is one of the best assassins in South Korea, I think I’m pretty safe.”

“I mean from gangs, Y/N,” Changbin sighed, “normal relationships aren’t like this.”

You smiled, bringing his head out your shoulder and resting your forehead against his, “which is why I love ours so much, almost as much as I love you.”

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taerseok · 5 years ago

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— solace | p.j.m

Summary: With a concert coming up, alongside Jimin's and your birthday, you don't get to spend much time together at all. But what you never thought about was how a single question could turn your birthday, which you had thought of spending alone, upside down.

Word Count: 2.6k+

Genre: Angst, Romance

Song Rec: If you - English cover by Meiyi Pan

Solace: comfort or consolation in a time of great distress or sadness.

He was the only one you loved, your only solace.

And as the minute hand ticked at 12, you sighed. 11 p.m, and he still hadn't arrived home. You hugged yourself tightly, and though the warm embrace you provided yourself was caring, it was nothing compared to Jimin's. The two of you had been together for, what seemed like forever, but were 3 years. The longest relationship you had ever been in. You really wanted this to work out, because Jimin - he meant the world to you.

The world, and much more. His chocolate irises, his sweet, soft smile, his loving embrace. And yet, all of that was so foreign to you now as the apartment you lived in together, was cold and empty.

Another heavy sigh escaped your lips. It was his birthday today. But the seven boys had a concert coming up very soon, and Jimin had been very busy lately, practicing for it. It was pathetic that only twelve text messages were exchanged these past two weeks, leading up to his birthday, but he had been so busy, most nights he wouldn't come home. You bit your lower lip, as you stood lonely in the living room, your back turned to the wooden apartment door.

You were tired of being so lonely. So small for him. After all, being the most popular boy band in the world wasn't easy. But you weren't astonished when you found out it didn't come easy for you, either. You were ready for it, because you loved Jimin with every ounce of your being, but as time passed, it kept on tugging at your heart. You didn't feel enough for him.

None of it was his fault.

It was your insecurities.

But you still couldn't bare it anymore. You had prepared so much for his birthday. You smiled sadly, looking to the refrigerator. In it lay the cake you had baked yourself, but there was no chance of him coming home before the clocks striked twelve. Were you to eat the cake on your birthday tomorrow? The one you had made for Jimin? But still with no company?

Taking all your courage and power, you brought out the cake from the refrigerator and put it down on the table, lit up the candles you had decorated it with and hoped that they wouldn't burn out. You wanted to be nice for once. You were hurt, you hated the world, but you couldn't ever hate Jimin. You wanted him to feel loved and supported, even if you were not enough for him.

You tore apart a paper from a notepad and began to scribble on it.

'I'm so sorry I'm never enough for you. But I love you more than I can express in words. You are my joy, my life, and I want to wish a happy birthday to my one true love. Happy birthday, Jimin.'

Drawing some hearts on it, you put the paper next to the cake and taped it to the table, then sighed.

Dejected, you walked towards the bedroom, and biting you lip in attempt to not break down, you fell down, your back supported by the bedroom wall, as you slid down to the ground, your legs giving up. The thoughts in your mind were suffocating you. You wanted Jimin to come home and hold you tight and tell you everything was fine, but at this point, you didn't even know why he would do that.

You were so small. Compared to the world, you were nothing.

Nothing to him, nothing compared to the support of his fans, who cared so much deeply for him. It was so selfish of you to keep him all for yourself, wasn't it? You were glad you were receiving the punishment for it. You broke down, tears were streaming down your face. You wanted to scream and shout to the world that you needed Jimin. You knew the universe wouldn't listen to you.

Lying there on the ground, you couldn't feel more helpless. Your heart felt heavy, burdened. But why would Jimin care? He hadn't visited since five days ago. And that was only for the night too. Sometimes you wished, sometimes you hoped that you didn't care as much as you did. It would've been much easier that way.

You sighed, your breathing uneven, your heart racing. As time stretched on, your mind only began to become more toxic. You couldn't do it anymore. You were so tired of doing all the hard work for the relationship. Three years, and you had been suffering all the way through. You just wished for Jimin to come home, but that would never happen. You knew.

You knew he wouldn't care enough.

You put your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from crying more, tears still streaming down your face, you felt cold and so distant from Jimin. Pulling out your phone, and fixing your disheveled hair, you opened your chat with the guy you were yearning for.

'Won't be coming home tonight. Love you.'

'That's fine! Stay safe. Love you too.'

'Manager says we can go home today. Though I'll be running late.'

'Okay. It's fine, just come home.'

'Want me to pick something for you on the way?'

'No.. I just want to see you. Come home quickly, please.'

'Will do, darling.'

'Happy birthday.'

The last text. And he still hadn't replied. You sighed, running a hand through your messy hair, as your (e/c) eyes scanned the phone screen. Goodness, you were a mess. And so was your life.

Your hand just worked on its own, opening up Twitter and seeing all the tweets about Jimin's birthday. It, for some reason, brought a sad smile on your face. His fans really loved him. And look at you. Sitting on the ground, depressed, tired and alone. Life was simply exhausting for you. You hated it.

Feeling more down than ever, you laid down in the cold bed, turning the lights off. The sheets were cool, and there was no one to warm them for you. Neither was there someone to warm you up. It made you cry even more. You felt like dying within your own home, disappearing off the face of the Earth. Your world was so dark, you could feel hands reaching out for you, trying to hurt you, people bashing you, you couldn't do it anymore. The misery was beyond your imagination.

Why couldn't the world end it? Just end it. Let you live somewhere better, let you fly to some extent, let you go of the sadness and the broken self you held in your arms tightly, crying your heart out.

You were never enough. You hated to admit it, but the man you loved most didn't think of you as anything special. And you hated that too. But you could not deny the facts. You wanted to help Jimin through his hard times, but why couldn't he do it back? You wanted to do so much more for him, but you weren't strong enough. "I'm so sorry," you gasped for air under the blanket as you cried. You couldn't do it anymore.

Lying there, on the bed alone, you cried to yourself for what seemed like hours.

So much, in fact, that you hadn't noticed the door to the apartment open until you heard steps coming towards the bedroom.

"Y/n?"

And it was him - the man you had waited for. You yearned to hold him tight, to just forget your worries. But you couldn't. You couldn't show him how weak you were, you had to be strong for him. You pretended to be asleep, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much you wanted to speak. You stayed silent.

"Y/n, why are you crying?"

And he came closer, sitting on the bed and giving you a back hug. He put his protective arm around your waist, and your racing heart only ran faster. Your uneven breathing must have given it away. You bit your lip, there was a stone in your throat. You couldn't speak. "Y/n? What happened?" you could hear the worry in his voice but you wouldn't let him see you like this. You just couldn't. You had promised you'd be strong. For him and for your future together. "Y/n... I know you're awake. Tell me what's wrong, please," he pleaded, hugging you tighter.

You sighed, however unevenly, and turned around to him.

There he was, in all his might. Jimin. Your faces were so close together, you could feel hit hot breath on your wet, dishevelled face. "I'm… I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, putting your arms around his tiny waist. He hugged you even tighter. You nuzzled into his chest. He was sweaty. He had been practicing so hard for the concert. And in the heat of the moment, that fact made you so proud.

"What's wrong, love?" he asked, tilting his head like a lost puppy. "…I," you could barely speak, "I am so sorry... I am never enough for you… I tried… to… prepare for your birthday… but you didn't come home and… I…" you couldn't go any further. You only embraced him tighter. Biting your lip, pulling yourself closer to him, you could only mutter, "I'm so small."

He was shaking at the three words. You could feel his fury, his anger fuming. You pulled apart and looked him in his chocolate irises, and they stared back with such warmth, you had never seen that softness before. And then a kind smile playing on his lips, he spoke ever so gently, putting a strand of your (h/c) hair behind your ear, "no, you aren't."

"You mean the world to me, Y/n. You're beautiful, kind, funny, sweet… you're perfect," he pressed a kiss to your forehead, continuing, "and I appreciate every single thing you do for me. I'm sorry I'm always on the receiving end, I can never get enough time with you… but I love you. More importantly…" his eyes closed and he flashed his always kind, charming smile, "happy birthday, my love."

Your eyes widened. There you were in his arms, as he provided you such warmth you had never felt before, and your heart felt elevated above the ninth cloud, you smiled lightly, then got up slightly to peck him on his plump, pink lips. He returned it back gently afterwards, and you held onto him tighter. "You remembered?" you asked softly as you nuzzled back into his chest. "Why would I not? That's simply pathetic," he chuckled.

"Now, head to sleep, love. I have a surprise planned for you tomorrow."

The next morning, you were surprised when Jimin dragged you out of bed and started to dress you up. "Did you seriously wake up before me?" you asked, giggling as he was picking out a dress for the day. "Yes. I want today to be perfect." His words made you smile from ear-to-ear. Why was today so special? Because it was your birthday? You supposed that was the point.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Perfect. Now, tell me, what exactly do you have planned for today?" you asked excitedly. You were sitting on the bed, brushing your hair and gazing at your reflection infront of you. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't look more at Jimin's than yourself.

"A whole day out. I have very, many things planned."

The simple statement made you feel euphoric. You were smiling like an idiot, and Jimin must have noticed, since he was smirking in his reflection. "Excited, little bird?" he tilted his head, deciding between two dresses. "Very," you giggled as you spoke.

The day was more than perfect. Beyond anything you could've imagined. Jimin had to go 'undercover' because of the popularity, but you two enjoyed the whole day out. It felt like a breath of fresh air after yesterday. You couldn't believe how much he had planned for you, despite being busy with rehearsals and dance practices. It made you so soft. The whole time, his attention remained on you. You went to a coffee shop, then to the theme park, where you spent most of the day on rides, having fun and entertaining eachother.

At last, he took you to a restaurant.

The place was extravagant. Decorated with beautiful, detailed, and expensive-looking objects, the designs were intricate, and the place was lit with a golden-tinted light. A waiter led you to a private table. You realised it was hidden by curtains on all sides, and much more spacious than you had expected it to be. The two of you sat down, and you placed your order alongside him.

"I can't believe it. How did you do all of this?" you giggled, gesturing to the room around you. "I mean, it was beyond anything I could ever imagine. Everything is so amazing. You're… so amazing. Thank you," you smiled at Jimin, who was sitting infront of you, and was smiling like an idiot, though you could see a light pink tint on his cheeks.

His handsome features only made you more drawn to him. His hair smoothly fell upon the side of his face, and his sweet smile made you smile. "You deserve it. But the gifts aren't over yet." You raised a brow at the statement. "I- of course, they aren't over yet. It wouldn't be Park Jimin sitting infront of me if they were," the two of you shared a laugh at your reply.

Dinner soon arrived, and it had been long since you had eaten, or you were just really hungry because of all the adventures you had been on today, but whatever the reason was, you digged straight into the food, which was just as extravagant as the restaurant itself, and Jimin and you were both laughing your faces off by the end of it.

"I want to ask you something really important though," Jimin spoke up, once you had arrived at the last destination - a park. There was no one outside anymore. The streets lay deserted but you couldn't care less. This park was too important to you. It had been where he had asked you out. And that fact made your cheeks burn.

You stood in the middle of the park, it was a night full of stars, that were twinkling and illuminating the ground below. You looked Jimin in the eyes, raising a brow.

At once, he bent down on his knee.

And you couldn't believe it. Tears just rushed into your eyes as you covered your mouth by your hand, shaking your head in disbelief. He hadn't... and no matter how much you pinched yourself, the moment could not have been more true.

In his hand, was a black ring box, and you could not explain the shock in your posture, yours eyes refrained from blinking as he opened the box, and you saw a pink tourmaline - your birthstone - ring shining out of it, brighter than the stars, brighter than the Moon above your head, brighter than the heavens. It shone in the most beautiful, serene way, and your eyes could not be taken off of it, but they traveled back to meet Jimin's.

"Y/n, will you marry me?"

You could feel your heart jumping out of your chest at the question. You did not move, you did not say anything. You didn't know how to put your feelings into words, but you felt complete. You felt like nothing could stop you, like you had reached your happily ever after and nothing in the world mattered except you and the man infront of you, who had knelt down to ask you the most fateful question.

"I… I dreamed but I never dared hope."

Needless to say, that birthday had been the best so far. The future only looked bright, filled with hope and ecstasies. And you were sure, for as long as you lived, that Jimin would always be there for you, no matter what.

Thank you for reading! Hope you all enjoyed. <3 I might do a part 2, but I don't know yet, so no promises xD see ya'!

#jimin #bts x reader #bts #fanfic #angst #jin #suga #rm #jhope #taehyung #jungkook

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