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million dollar darling | jeon jungkook

summary: jeon jungkook is well aware of how privileged he is to have been born into the life he was given. it was glamorous and influential yet close-knit and suffocating, something he thought he wanted to escape from. a trip back home to the circle of wealth and snottiness for his best friend’s million dollar wedding has reminded him of all the reasons why he wanted to leave in the first place… and all the reasons he should stay — the main one being you, the spoiled rich girl he knew was utterly perfect for him.

➣ genre/au: jungkook x model!reader [she/her, female anatomy], old money au, smut, plot [soft on the e2l/f2l tropes]

[loosely inspired by ‘crazy rich asians’ movie/book by kevin kwan]

➣19.7k words

warnings: heavy plot. smut. model oc. jk is a wander but he’s really just a rich guy in disguise. oc and jk got heavy tension but good banter. oc is kinda snotty but not really? namjoon x oc [not y/n]. rich, old money snotty bts. sex on a yacht. teasing. foreplay. oral [f and m receiving]. jk goes to town on oc. cunnilingus. unprotected. missionary. oc on top. jk is tatted up in a polo. heavy makeout. breast play. fingering. dirty talk. oc goes down on jk while he’s on the phone with hobi 😭. jk’s villain arc as he slowly turns back into a cocky rich boy hehe. jk gets sex flashbacks at dolce and gabbana

“Come on, it’s my wedding and I want you as my best man. Do it for your best friend.”

The sky had been clear when he landed, a bright blue cloudless sky that resembled the clarity of the sea he had left behind. The air already seemed stiffer and the bleakness of the airport brought his mood down almost immediately.

The only thing to make him somewhat happy to be home was the sight of the person in front of him, a huge grin on his face as he saw him. The man was dressed casual in a pair of sweats and a hoodie but the small details of his watch matched with the luxury car parked outside brought unwelcome attention to Jungkook when people stared.

“I was worried you bailed last minute,” Namjoon said with a grin as he pulled him into a hug, “It’s good to see you.”

“I wouldn’t,” Jungkook reached into the pocket of his oversized black hoodie and slid his face mask off, taking a cigarette and lighting it once they were outside the airport, “It’s been too long without seeing your beautiful face.”

“Yeah, don’t tell Yeonwoo, but I’d marry you if you weren’t such a man,” Namjoon joked, playfully flirting which Jungkook just laughed off.

“Too bad you’re not my type,” Jungkook patted his shoulder apologetically, “Besides, where is the bride?”

“Getting her hair done for tonight,” Namjoon said as they got into a Bentley Mulssane, “Also, please drive, I’m scared.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook scoffed, taking the keys anyway, “If you hate driving so much why buy an expensive car?”

“Yeonwoo liked the color,” Namjoon said as he got in the passenger’s seat of his own car, “Are you staying with your parents? I could still find you an apartment.”

“For a week? Don’t bother, I’m staying at a hotel,” Jungkook said, turning the engine on and driving out.

Namjoon sighed, “So you really are leaving again?”

“Was there ever a doubt I was?” Jungkook asked in surprise.

“Duh, kid. We miss you, you rarely call, you never visit, you barely respond and we know nothing that goes on with you,” Namjoon said, “I thought once you got your fill of life experiences, you’d come back.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything at that, sniffling uncomfortably as he tried switching the subject, “So, who’s my partner?”

This time Namjoon was the one to freeze up, staring out the window with sunglasses on and his jaw locked. With a shy smile, he asked, “Are you gonna bring a date?”

His brows furrowed as he looked at his friend, “Who’s the Maid of Honor?”

Namjoon released a nervous laugh, “Y/n L/n.”

The silence in the car was loud and from the way Jungkook’s jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed, it was easy to see he wasn’t happy about that. You? You were the Maid of Honor and his partner down the aisle?

“You know, her and Yeonwoo are close and Yeonwoo’s always thinking about who looks the best next to her on camera and obviously she’s gonna choose the runway model but listen,” Namjoon could barely catch a breath, “Y/n’s matured more now and she’s going to be there tonight so please be on your best behavior.”

“Tonight? What’s tonight?” Jungkook’s tone was sharper now and Namjoon huffed in annoyance.

“The rehearsal dinner on the pier, it was all in the catalog I sent you,” Namjoon said, “It’s for press. Our parents want to get it on Forbes and Vogue, they want to make it the Wedding of the Year.”

They both laughed at that and Jungkook sighed, “So there’s gonna be cameras?”

“Yeah but don’t worry they won’t focus on you,” Namjoon said with a smirk, “The attention’s going on me.”

When Jungkook pulled up to the hotel he would be staying at for the week, Namjoon left him to settle in with a promise that he would make it tonight so he had no choice not to. A letter from a close friend was sitting on the coffee table and he set his things down to get it.

It was a big envelope with a card and a few things rattling inside that made him curious. Jungkook turned the envelope down so the contents would fall onto his palm and a roll of condoms slipped out.

‘Welcome home buddy, enjoy the penthouse and may all your frustrations come undone — Jung Hoseok.’

The note itself made him scoff in disbelief. His womanizing friend making jokes before they’ve actually reunited. He left the things on the table and left to shower, doing what he could to make himself look presentable for tonight.

Tonight was the beginning of a soon-to-be hectic week of photoshoots, brunches, parties and finally the wedding. You were one of the ones front and center, never taking the limelight from the bride but carrying your own sense of grace that had people turning heads when you walked into a room—or in this case riverwalk.

You vowed to appear your best tonight and opted for a silk, powder blue Prada dress paired with Swarovski crystals on your neck. You did your part as Maid of Honor, directing all attention to your friend, polite smile and gentle assurance when needed in front of a crowd. Yeonwoo found it comical how well you fit into character when you need to.

“The perfect friend,” Yeonwoo joked as you dabbed smeared lip gloss from her lips, “What would I do without you?”

“Oh, I hope you never have to find out,” You said in a gentle voice that feigned innocence and longing. Yeonwoo laughed as she was called toward other people and you let her go as you found the nearest server holding a glass of champagne. You took a glass, turning toward the railing overlooking the shore, tipping your glass back and chugging as much of the drink as possible.

“So this is where the Maid of Honor will be spending her night?” A familiar deep voice spoke up from behind you and a mischievous smile grew on your face. You set the glass down, straightened your posture and turned to him with a soft gaze.

“Now you know that’s not fair, Joon, I’ve been with Yeonwoo most of the night,” you told him, already motioning for another server to give you a glass, completely ignoring the man standing beside him.

“I believe you, darling, now why don’t you come say hi to the Best Man,” Namjoon pushed Jungkook forward who just glared at him in response, “You remember Jeon Jungkook, right?”

“It’s been two years, not ten,” You said, finally looking at Jungkook with a glimmer of annoyance in your eyes, matched by his stare of unamusement.

“Alright well why don’t you two get reacquainted while I search for the gorgeous love of my life,” Namjoon said, making his escape as quick as possible.

“You counted?” Jungkook asked, taking just one step toward you, trying to stop his eyes from trailing down your figure.

“Of course,” You said sarcastically, “I’ve just missed you so.”

He couldn’t stop the roll of his eyes as he turned to the water, “You knew we were partners?”

“Obviously, I know everything,” you said with a scoff that had his tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly annoyed, “Like how you’re staying at one of the Jung’s hotels instead of home. How you plan on leaving still, where you landed, how long you’ve been her—“

“So you’re stalking me?” Jungkook asked, only half joking.

“Don’t you wish,” you laughed, “You’re all over the news.”

His smile dropped. When he had nothing to say, you grew bored and left him behind, making sure to lightly graze your fingers against his arm as you said, “And just remember, you’re the one who despises me, not the other way around.”

With that, you left without looking back and he was left watching the sway of your hips when you walked away.

Money rules the world, even when people want to say it doesn’t. The people who have it are living the dream and the ones who don’t, want the dream. It doesn’t even have to be the luxurious wonders of the world, it could be as little as financial stability or surviving. At the end of the day, it was a Rich Man’s world and this group of individuals were born lucky.

First, the groom: Kim Namjoon. The man with it all, the money, the family, the education, son of millionaires with three hospitals in their name and a line of pharmacies all across the globe.

The bride: soon-to-be, Kim Yeonwoo. The heiress to half a dozen airlines, an airport funded by her family for decades and a beautiful island in her name off the coast.

Kim Seokjin, practically a prince, generations worth of politicians, the highest education and a trust fund worth millions. He was the one you’ll see with the president or in Australia, golfing with men in charge.

Jung Hoseok, the hotel heir to a chain of ten thousand hotels across the globe. He was the one you’ll most likely catch partying in Venice with a princess whose name he couldn’t actually remember—or maybe giving a waitress the night of her life.

Min Yoongi, eldest son of an elite banking firm formed a hundred years ago. He was private about his life, similar to Jungkook, he only came out when he was summoned by one of the others.

Kim Taehyung was wild as Hoseok but more quiet about it. He’ll soon be heir of the billion dollar empire his family built in the Art world of museums and curations and performing arts.

Now, Jungkook’s story was a bit different from the others. His family worked in land development, most of the country being built on the backs of the Jeon’s who brought cities to rural areas and avoided the public’s eye.

They had the kind of old money that everyone knew, even when they tried to stay out of the news.

It was the kind of old money, people could never stop talking about and you understood what that meant most.

There was a mystery to the fortune of your family, it was old money, so old nobody knew where it came from. Some say oil, some claim aristocrats but it was too far back, and too private for any to know. All the public knew were the generous and loving philanthropists and their perfect daughter, the Nation’s Sweetheart, you.

You really were loved by all, the camera, the press, everyone. They all saw the kind, innocent girl in the public’s eye but only a few saw the snotty, spoiled and downright disrespectful side of you that was real.

Where Jungkook craved independence and isolation from his family name, you soaked in it. The attention. The money. The dependence, you were the complete opposite of him and it drew him insane.

One might ask why he was around you if he really did despise you, but for a long time it wasn’t up to him. The group didn’t all become friends one magical night when you compared your family’s net worth.

No, this bond had grown between galas, private academies, horse riding lessons at the country club and family businesses. It was a very elite, classist society where only the ultra rich could really only trust in each other and keep a country afloat off of it.

Do you think Namjoon would have been allowed to marry Yeonwoo if her parents weren’t as rich as they were?

Do you think Seokjin would have married his wife that he met at Oxford if her family hadn’t been international shipping magnates?

It was like a spider web, they were all connected in some way, all controlled and that’s what Jungkook hated.

He loved his friends, truly, but he hated the control. Not a single one of them had real freedom and every little thing they did came with a price and he couldn’t live that way anymore. He understood his own privilege and how lucky he was to grow up in such a way but he knew there was more to life than just that. When he left home for the first time, he didn’t expect to feel so free. It was like a sense of independence he’s not sure any of his friends have felt and now that he’s back he’s reminded once again of how suffocating it all is.

There had to be at least a hundred guests in attendance tonight and he couldn’t find a moment of silence. The suit he wore felt uncomfortable and he hated the way it seemed to confine him, make him more rigid and stiff.

“Please Jungkook, I was only being funny. Did it bother you that much?” Hoseok asked with a tinge of mischief in his voice.

“No,” Jungkook shrugged as he looked around the banquet hall, “I just found it unnecessary.”

“Really? I would’ve assumed the opposite considering you’ll be spending a lot of time with Y/n this week,” Taehyung said with a shrug as the three of them stood off to the side, talking amongst themselves as the guests of the charity banquet focused on your parents who stood on stage making some speech about the importance of giving.

As if on cue, the spotlight turned toward you where you smiled politely and acted shyly for the cameras.

A scoff left his lips as he pulled his gaze away from you, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Hoseok chuckled, “Oh come on man, everyone knows you have a thing for her—you’re really bad at hiding it.”

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook stepped away from his friends, “You guys don’t know anything.”

He didn’t have a thing for you.

Sure, you’ve known each other for a long time but that means nothing. He’s known them all for a long time and if anything he's made his distaste toward you pretty evident. When you were younger it was only because you were so spoiled and the attention had to always be on you. He hated watching everyone fall for your sweetness and do whatever you asked of them. He almost fell for it himself a couple times but then he would see the way you judged or looked down on people and he just despised you more.

There’s nothing about you that attracts him aside from your looks…

Tonight you were dressed more modestly in a Chanel sweater and skirt set that looked like you would soon be relaxing at the country club. You wore a black headband with a bow on it and satin gloves, looking as polite as ever while you talked to anyone who approached you.

You were the perfect, doting daughter and anyone with eyes could see that.

“So how mad are you?” Yeonwoo asked once you had settled back in your chair next to her and Namjoon. Even Namjoon seemed to listen in on the question, waiting to hear what you would say.

“What do I have to be mad at?” You asked with a tight smile as you reached toward her to fix a slight smudge on her cheek, “ Jungkook?”

“Well, we know you have some sort of disliking toward each other but…” Yeonwoo bit her lip nervously, “Joonie and Jungkook are really close.”

“We know you two don’t like each other but you should have expected this, right?” Namjoon chuckled nervously, “You’re both our best friends and…”

“Am I saying anything?” You asked.

They shared a look with each other, “I guess not.”

You smiled, “Okay, then let’s just make sure everything runs smoothly this week.”

You did in fact feel a type of way about Jeon Jungkook but you weren’t going to admit that right now surrounded by so many people always lingering around trying to listen. You’ve learned to be very careful about how you act in public and there’s no way your friends will get you to act out by asking about him.

Jungkook was not someone you wished to exhort so much energy on. He wasn’t worth anything to you and despite how many years you’ve known him, you’ve never wished to get to know him. You don’t care where he goes when he’s not home or who he talks to, nor what he does. He doesn’t cross your mind at all through your normal day to day and you surely weren’t going to let him in this week. All he has going for him is his money and his looks.

Ever since you learned he would be the Best Man you thought about what that would mean and accepted that he would be the one to walk with you down the aisle. Despite not being happy about it, you managed to hide your resentment quite well.

You know how he feels about you and over time that’s made you develop a disliking toward him which you find only fair. He might dislike you for being spoiled but you dislike him for being so entitled.

For some reason, he thinks distancing himself from this life means he’s better than everyone else and you hate that. He thinks that by moving away and making his own money suddenly makes him different than the rest of you but that’s not true. He just wants to act like he’s self made so he can feel superior to all of you trust fund babies and that is what annoyed you.

After some time third wheeling, you were getting tired and slightly annoyed watching the couple act lovey dovey. You hated couples, they grossed you out even if they were your best friends.

“Mind if I keep you company? You look like you need it.”

With a furrow in your brows, you turned to face the person who felt the need to whisper in your ear and get close to you without permission. A smile spread across your lips at the man standing directly behind you, his arm draping over your front and hugging you.

“Hello, darling, I’ve missed you,” Jimin’s voice was soft yet sultry and you gave each other kisses on the cheek in greeting as he moved to the empty seat beside you.

“I didn’t realize you were back,” You said to him, “How was Paris?”

He released a sigh, “Oh the usual, shopping… a few events here and there.”

“Mhm, and when’d you get back?” You asked, now intrigued by his presence.

“Just last night. I was planning on visiting you earlier but things came up,” Jimin said, adjusting the Swiss watch on his wrist, admiring the shine, “What has happened since I was gone?”

“Oh God, he’s back,” Hoseok rolled his eyes from across the room, “I ran into him in Marseille the other day and the guy wanted to act like he didn’t know me.”

“He’s been insufferable since Uni,” Taehyung muttered under his breath, “I don’t understand why Y/n puts up with him.”

“Who?” Jungkook asked, only half curious. He hadn’t been paying attention until he heard your name and his reason for hearing it was purely coincidental.

“Park Jimin,” Hoseok clarified, making Jungkook look closer at the man who sat very close to you, making you smile and touch his arms when you spoke.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” Jungkook seemed indifferent as he looked down at his glass of champagne, trying to resist the urge to look back at you.

“Not at all,” Taehyung said, “He’s just some guy we went to Uni with here. I don’t know how he met Y/n though, probably at some shitty party but he’s nobody that matters.”

Well… Park Jimin was the son of starlets. His great grandmother, his grandmother was an actress, his mother was an actress and he’s been in a few independent films here and there. He spends most of his time sailing on yachts or speaking of the Cannes Film Festival. He’s insanely rich, but he’s still not rich enough despite his accumulated generational wealth.

Unlike Jungkook’s wealth which held actual value especially in real estate, Jimin’s just didn’t compare to his or any of his friends for that matter. So why did you seem captivated by him?

He is aware he shouldn’t think this way, it’s only him reverting back to his old self which was all arrogance and entitlement. He shouldn’t think about how much wealthier he was compared to Jimin.

Unfortunately, Jungkook couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from the pair as he tipped his champagne glass back, liquid pouring down his throat.

“Do you think she’ll take him to the wedding? I doubt Namjoon or Yeonwoo would ever invite him themselves,” Hoseok said and the three seemed like a group of gossips, the way they huddled around each other.

In Jungkook’s defense, he was barely listening to his friends. He was too busy watching the interaction happening not far from where he stood, eyes narrowed trying to understand what was happening.

First, he didn’t like you. He found you unbearable and you were the epitome of everything he hated about the High Society he had been raised in.

Second, he was only looking because you were next to his best friends. Maybe he wanted to see how in love Namjoon and Yeonwoo were but he couldn’t see because of you and your… friend.

Third, he wanted to know how you managed to stand out in your outfit despite the room being filled with people in extravagant clothes.

“I’m not sure, actually, rumors say she might,” Taehyung said and Jungkook couldn’t help but look over.

“What?”

“We’re just wondering if the Maid of Honor would bring her little boy toy to the wedding,” Hoseok said, looking at Jungkook as his jaw tensed, “What do you think?”

“I don’t care if Y/n brings anyone, we’re just dates for the pictures and ceremony,” Jungkook said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“So are you going to take a date too then?” Taehyung asked.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said as a server came around holding a tray of champagne glasses and he switched his empty one out for a full one. He didn’t bother to look back at his friends as he began walking away, “I’ll be back.”

“It’s so hard for him to act like he doesn’t care.”

“Kook! Come here, man,” Namjoon said with a wide grin as he saw his best friend walking by them. Jungkook didn’t bother glancing down at you as he greeted his friend.

“Kooky, I haven’t seen you all night,” Yeonwoo stood up to hug him, “Please don’t seduce my future husband, everyone has already RSVP’d.”

“Oh Yeonie,” Jungkook softly caressed her cheek, tipping her chin up to look at him, “If I wanted him, I would have had him by now.”

“Joon!” Yeonwoo whined clinging to Namjoon who just winked at Jungkook, further amplifying his fiancé’s feigned sobs. Jungkook smiled watching her squirm and without him meaning to, he let his gaze fall toward you.

“Y/n.”

You met his intense stare with your own and you could hear Jimin say he was going to get a drink but you didn’t look at him. You looked down at what Jungkook was wearing—a plain black Prada suit, how boring. “Jungkook.”

“Is that who you’re bringing to the wedding?” Jungkook asked, looking back at the infamous Park Jimin who stood with Taehyung and Hoseok, all three of them pretending to enjoy each other’s company.

“Maybe, we do get along very well,” you said with a sly smile as you stood up, not yet reaching Jungkook’s height but he didn’t intimidate you, “Is that a problem?

“No,” Jungkook said, voice low and deep, “I was just curious.”

“And why were you curious?” You asked, a mocking tone in your voice that he didn’t like, “Do tell me, how often are you curious about what I do?”

A scoff left his lips as he looked away from you first, “It was just a question, don’t get ahead of yourself and think you matter to me more than you do.”

An evident pout appeared on your lips and for a second his expression changed with worry but the moment was fleeting. You just laughed [giggled, actually] and with a gentle touch to his arm, said, “No need to lie to yourself.”

His eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up inside him when he heard a shutter of cameras going off, flash in his face and without thinking, he took your hand in his and left.

“If you plan on kidnapping me, it won’t work,” You said teasingly as you left to some dark corner behind large pillars.

“I’m not going to put up with a week of your games,” Jungkook said as he let go of your hand, missing the way your eyes fell to the black ink on his knuckles—something you had never noticed before, not even on the yacht when it was dark out.

“Then stop playing into them,” you said with a laugh, “If I drive you crazy, why bother talking to me at all? I think we’re both very capable of ignoring each other enough to not have to say a single word.”

“What I mean is, you can put on this act of yours for the cameras but don’t drag me into it,” Jungkook told you, ignoring the idea you had thrown out there. He was referring to your strange smiles and touches you give him when in the public.

“I’m not dragging you into anything,” You rolled your eyes, “And you seem to forget all eyes have been on you since you got back—heir to the Jeon Corporation. What do you think people will say when they find out you dragged me out here all alone? The Big, Bad & Rebellious Jeon Jungkook and The Nation’s Sweetheart, me.”

His eyes shut with a hint of anger that he tried to subdue, “Sweetheart?”

“That’s what I said,” you smiled sweetly to prove your point making him scoff.

“You’re not a sweetheart, you’re a spoiled brat,” Jungkook said, looking down at you in your pretty clothes with your pretty jewelry and your pretty face.

“Nice of you to finally notice,” you said bitterly and with a roll of your eyes, you pushed into his shoulder on purpose as you walked past him, “But we’re all the same, aren’t we? Just some of us like to act all high and mighty because you leave home craving independence, ignoring your privilege to seem like better people.”

Jungkook felt the jab of your words but he let you walk past him without a rebuttal.

With a sense of frustration, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to collect himself to rejoin High Society and finish the night with his head held high.

When Jungkook left his hotel the day of the Bachelor Party, he hadn’t been sure what to expect. Hoseok had done most of the planning for it since he had been abroad and when it comes to Hobi, you never know what to expect. It was almost two days of festivities and it was only toward the end that everyone would separate into their respective groups. That meant that once again he was forced into the same place as you.

The yacht sailed toward the private island the events would be at and as big as it was, he couldn’t escape you. There were the main group of friends that were always together and a few added guests, mostly Yeonwoo’s friends. Hoseok had already been hyping up the party tonight more than anything and everytime Namjoon would grow more worried. He didn’t need a big party thrown by his notorious womanizing friend.

“So what do the girls have planned?” Jungkook asked Namjoon as they sat at a table, looking at everyone aboard. Some people wore little clothing, others casual clothes, you wore something in between. It was casual yet attractive.

“ I don’t know, something probably calmer than what Hobi’s got for us,” Namjoon said but his friend had tuned him out after the first part, “Y/n planned it all and leant us the Yacht for the guests.”

“The yacht?” Jungkook asked, looking around at the luxury super yacht.

“14.7 million dollar yacht for Y/n’s birthday last year,” Namjoon explained to Jungkook, “She wanted a Booze Cruise.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but scoff, “So Y/n got a yacht?”

“It comes in handy, doesn’t it?” A soft voice spoke from behind him and his breath hitched. You looked over to Namjoon, “Yeonie is looking for you.”

“The wife calls,” Namjoon said with a cheesy smile as he left you two behind.

“So, are you ready to go party with Hobi tonight?” You asked with a laugh, “I heard he’s got some former Miss Universe models coming in.”

“Oh, fun,” Jungkook said, slightly sarcastic.

“Kook, you’re not old enough to not like partying with models,” You teased making him look over at you. For a moment he wondered if what you said had a double meaning considering you were a model but he didn’t want to speak up about it.

“I’m sorry, I’m not a party animal,” Jungkook said truthfully, only a hint of joking as he looked around at the packed floor, “I think even this is too much.”

“Wow, how could you be a former Socialite if you don’t like partying?” You asked, “Is it all that time in the jungle or desert you spent alone that changed you?”

Jungkook could hear the sarcasm in your tone but he knew it wasn’t in an offensive way. He had backpacked to a small village in Indonesia for a few weeks before leaving to Nevada or Dubai—and he hated that you knew it all. He enjoyed traveling alone and experiencing things alone; he doesn’t need parties with too loud of music or too many drunks. He’s like Namjoon, they want to celebrate with their small group of friends rather than a party full of strangers who don’t even know what the occasion is.

“It might’ve,” Jungkook said, clearing his throat and checked the time.

You didn’t say much else after that and he got the impression that you grew bored talking to him. He looked at you still waiting to see if you would say something else but instead, you just looked off into the distance, not bothering to hide the sudden boredom you must have felt.

He’s sure he could have found something else to say to you but it was no use when he could see you beginning to slip away when you looked down at your cellphone with a bright smile. You didn’t utter out a goodbye as you left him behind to answer your phone, “Chimmy, I’ve missed you. How’s Morocco?”

“Warm,” Jimin said, “I’ve just finished a shoot and I believe I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Oh I won’t be home, remember?” You said as the final thing Jungkook was able to hear from you before you walked away.

Jungkook couldn’t help but look after you, thinking about who might’ve called you and how things were handled and he had to be honest, he was curious. He wasn’t attracted to you but he found you attractive… He thought you were charming and charismatic but not enough for him to want you, maybe…

The two of you just seem so different. He’s seen as the Black Sheep of the group, not because he’s not wealthy or attractive but because his past decisions have apparently been awful ones.

He was never one for parties so he wasn’t wild and defiant. He did make a declaration to leave all the money behind and pursue his dreams—something rich people were not allowed to do. Especially not if you were next in line to inherit it all like Jungkook was.

You are more free than he is and yet you like being in your bubble. You like the glamor and the responsibilities because unlike him, you know how to play both sides. Do your parents care that you’re out wasted at European raves or sailing on your yacht with a foreign prince? No, why? Because you know how to act like the innocent, perfect princess you’re supposed to be.

Jungkook can’t pretend that well. He can’t hide his tattoos or piercings or signs of nonconformity.

So, yes, he finds you attractive but he can’t let himself fall for you when he thinks you’re too different from each other. It just doesn’t stop his brain from thinking about you though.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked Taehyung who had been sandwiched between two women he couldn’t name.

Taehyung, evidently drunk, shook his head no, “Are you ready to confess your undying love for her?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, scoffing as he said, “Fuck off.”

All Taehyung did was laugh, making the girls he had his arms around laugh too and Jungkook left feeling annoyed. He was just curious to know where you were, that’s all. Namjoon and Yeonwoo are busy making their rounds, greeting and thanking everyone on the boat and his other friends were off doing their own things. He’s already spent too much time sulking by the railing, staring down at the dark blue water that he can’t take it anymore. He doesn’t want to drink to the point that he’s drunk so really, his last hope is you.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Jungkook asked as he went to the rooftop where Hoseok was sitting in a hot tub full of strangers. Hoseok looked like such an asshole [something Jungkook had permission to say] with his designer sunglasses and Vacheron Constantin watch, just barely above the water surface.

Hoseok barely glanced his way as he said, “I don’t know, check downstairs.”

That was all Jungkook needed to know before he was heading down to find you. It took a while of asking any person he passed by, where you might be and through all this, he couldn’t remember why he was looking for you in the first place.

He had no idea where he was going, he just found himself walking down what felt like endless corridors of rooms, following the directions of whatever housekeeper he could find. The boat really was big, and he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that this was a simple birthday present.

“Now, who do we have here?” You looked down the empty hallway toward the man in front of you. It pained you to see just how attractive Jeon Jungkook really was.

You have to admit, he really knows how to dress for occasions. The rare times he’s photographed in some news article, he’s dressed casually, clearly trying to hide from the public eye but now that he’s back it seems his fashion has picked up. He wore a striped black flannel Dolce & Gabbana shirt tucked into cream colored slacks, and matching velvet black slippers from their newest collection.

“I’m just… wandering,” Jungkook cleared his throat, whatever excuse he had made up earlier, completely out of mind, “What happened to your dress?”

A large red stain adorned the front of your pink dress from the chest down your torso. You looked down at the stain with a roll of your eyes, “Some stupid bitch worker. She’s off the boat tomorrow.”

Jungkook widened his eyes, feeling you brush past him and down the hall, “So you’re firing someone for spilling a drink?”

“Um, this is Valento? Do you know how hard it is to get rid of a stain like this?” You asked with a slight scoff as you went to the door straight at the end, pushing your key card in to open it, “It took the dry cleaners ages last time.”

“I didn’t take you as an Outfit Repeater to be worrying about things like that,” he stopped at the door, already looking around at what was evidently the master cabin. The water out the windows was a dark, midnight blue and it reflected into the room of silver and gray. It had a walk-in closet, and king sized bed with a view of the open water and a private deck. He didn’t dare go in and put himself in personal quarters with you.

You gasped, stopping your movements of rummaging through your closet to say, “I am an environmentalist.”

He couldn’t tell if you were being serious or not and he had to fight back a grin at how un-woke you sounded considering you were ruining the planet with a private yacht of this size.

You pulled out an off-white dress, a Jaquemus piece, ‘La Robe Artichaut’, “Ugh, after this week, I am firing a lot of people.”

“What happened this time?” Jungkook asked, leaning against the doorframe watching you, waiting for you to kick him out but you just went toward the windows overlooking the dark blue ocean. As much as you claimed to not get along, you talked like old friends.

You reached your hands toward your back, attempting to undo the back of your dress on your own, “I told my assistant not to pack anything close to white and she packs this dress? I swear people can’t do anything right.”

“If people ask just say you’re supposed to match me,” Jungkook said referring to his slacks, “Yeonie won’t be mad her Maid of Honor is wearing off-white.”

“I guess,” you sighed, letting go of your dress and not bothering to look back at him as you said, “Undo the back.”

Jungkook stood silently at the door, staring at you with dark eyes. The fabric of your dress was thin and soft to the touch—he could just tell with the way your figure had so effortlessly shaped the dress. It is a real pity you had to change out of it, he’ll admit that, but now he’s been asked—no, demanded—to help you to take it off.

He has no idea why you think you could just boss him around but this seems to have always been the case. The two of you were never close in the past but the very few times you would run into each other… as much as he hated it, there was always some sort of tension there.

With your back to him, you hadn’t seen the way he silently made his way across the room, shutting the door behind him as he went right to you. You could sense his presence behind you, see his reflection in the dark window and feel his rough fingers brush against your back.

“I meant to tell you, I like your shoes,” You said casually, his fingers beginning to work the knot that tied the ribbon of your dress, “My friend wore them in Paris just a week ago.”

“Friend?” Jungkook raised a brow curiously, his eyes trained slowly on the ribbon he was ever so slowly pulling loose. His gaze shifted to your reflection in the window as he pulled a little rougher than earlier, “Is this the one you’re always running off on the phone with?”

“You mean Park Jimin?” You asked, not bothering to react at all to his roughness or his speed, “Yes, him.”

You could feel Jungkook’s deep exhale as he pulled it as loose as he could while still being appropriate, “Are you seeing him?”

A mischievous smile couldn’t help but make its way to your face as you turned to face him, holding your arms around yourself modestly, “Is that what you wanted to talk about all along? You could have asked me earlier instead of spending who knows how long looking for me.”

He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself agreeing with you, and with a tense jaw he asked again, “Well, are you?”

“I’m going to get changed,” you motioned toward the door, telling him to leave, “Unless you want to help me with that too.”

A scoff left his lips as he took a step back, annoyed that you wouldn’t just answer his question and annoyed he even cared enough to ask. What did it matter to Jungkook if you took a date? He wasn’t in a relationship with you and he barely considered you a friend.

When he wasn’t here and he was traveling, he was perfectly fine not knowing a thing about you aside from whatever article or magazine you appeared in. Why now that he returns and he sees how… glamorously beautiful you are, is he curious about you?

“And just so we’re clear, no, I’m not seeing Jimin,” You told him as he walked toward the door, stopping midway to listen to you, “Because I know it would make you jealous.”

To be honest, you didn’t think he would actually be jealous, it’s just a joke. Something about you just gets under Jungkook’s skin and it wants you to push his buttons that much more. As obvious as it was that he wasn’t at all amused by your sweetness, it was your arrogant charm that seemed to get him every time.

You knew you were beautiful, you knew you had every right to be arrogant and as much as Jungkook could deny he’s attracted to you at all, it’s very noticeable. You’ve never been told no a day in your life. You’ve never been rejected either and you know Jungkook wouldn’t dare reject you if you actually went for it.

Despite how vocal he is about his distaste toward you, you can’t help but still get giddy in his presence. You just want to rile him up and know that he’s attainable to you. You’ve always had a thing for him, he was an absolute gorgeous man and he was wealthy, extremely wealthy. He was educated and had class but at the same time he was rugged and intimidating. You’ve seen the small glimpses of ink on his knuckles and you just know that under all his long sleeves, he had more to show.

Whether you felt seriously for him or if you just figured it’s a spur of the moment situation, you want him.

“Jealous?” Jungkook attempted to scoff but the word caught in his throat with some truth to it, “Why would I be jealous?”

“I don’t know,” You shrugged, sliding the strap of your down your shoulder, “Because then you would have to share my attention with someone else.”

Jungkook knows he should leave. You had asked him to leave yet you kept going back and forth, and it was stopping him from doing so.

He should go.

He needs to go before he does or say something he’ll regret.

If he caves in to your taunts then he’ll be disappointed in himself, like part of him was allowing his return to his old lifestyle of luxury and privilege.

“Y/n, you always say things you don’t know,” Jungkook asked you with a deep voice that had you smiling, practically feeling him give in. His gaze was dark and there was no hiding the growing tension, “And you must think you’re real cute trying to act out now that we’re alone.”

“No, I know I am,” you said, not backing away from the eye contact. “And you know it too.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook loomed over you, eyes tracing down the curve of your nose and to the slight part in your lips, “I think… I think you’re…”

You blinked up at him, “Well say it, or are you too busy thinking about kissing me?”

An annoyed huff left his lips as one of his hands pulled you toward him at your waist and the other tilted your chin up until his lips were grazing over yours. You reached toward him, making the first real press of your mouths together and there was no use in acting like he hadn’t been in fact thinking about kissing you.

Jungkook let his eyes fall shut as yours did and he pulled you closer into his chest with the hand on your jaw sliding down toward the curve of your neck, making sure you didn’t pull away just yet. You kept up with the pace he had set of slow yet hungry kisses, pulling on your lips or letting his tongue slide against yours tenderly.

“Well?” You gasped feeling his soft lips kiss along your jaw, his soft black hair brushing against your face, a light scent of his shampoo or cologne that left you feeling intoxicated. The hand he had on your waist tightened at your words, pulling away with a quiet grunt, he looked you in the eye.

“Don’t ask me any more questions,” Jungkook groaned, the taste of your lips still on his tongue and there was a light sheen of gloss coating his lips from yours.

It’s shameful for him to admit how easy it was for you to break him down into every other man who seems to fall at your feet when given the chance. This is exactly what he didn’t want and now he’s pulling the godforsaken stained dress he undid and watching it slip down your body, revealing your naked form to his hungry eyes.

Above your bedroom was a deck filled with people celebrating the soon-to-be newlyweds while the Best Man and Maid of Honor are in the master cabin, half undressed, and stumbling onto the bed.

Jungkook was gentle but firm, he wasted no time popping the buttons of his shirt open, exposing the toned muscles of his body and the ink covering most of his arm. Your eyes scanned the markings, surprise and wonder evident on your face with how well he managed to hide how much he’s gotten done since he left.

“Surprised?” Jungkook asked, eyes low when your hands ran over his slacks, pulling at his belt and nails lightly scratching at his abdomen. His voice dripped with arousal when you sat up from beneath him, pressing light butterfly kisses to his abs and tattoos.

“You always surprise me,” You admitted, not as teasing as before but with a hint of playfulness still there. You looked up from his chest, the height of your sitting form and his standing one looked endless as he towered over you. “For instance, I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you in my bed.”

You kissed along his neck now, sitting on your knees to reach him better and nipping at his sensitive spots. His hand tightened around the neck of your head, not pulling your hair but definitely getting your eyes on his, “Why do your words sound so dirty when you say them so… “

Jungkook couldn’t even finish his sentence before succumbing to you once more and kissing your lips. With little force applied, he was laying you back down on the bed with his tattooed and muscular body just melting into yours effortlessly. With one hand on your neck and the other sliding down to the curve of your thigh, it felt like he was all over you.

“Let’s take this off you,” Jungkook murmured between kisses down your neck as he began to finally take off the ruined dress that had been in his way since you got him to undo it in the first place, “You’ve been teasing me with this since earlier.”

“Maybe because I wanted to see you get worked up,” you sighed as you made yourself comfortable on the king side bed, your body slowly unveiled to his hungry eyes. Once he had pulled the dress off you completely and threw it to the side, sitting up between your spread legs and staring.

Jungkook didn’t bother with discreteness as he eyed down your naked body still in shock that he was seeing it before him. Your breasts were on full display and the only piece of fabric hiding you was a thin lace underwear that felt so nimble and soft under his fingertips, so easy for him to just tear off of you. You looked gorgeous laying so pliantly underneath him and he couldn’t help but let his hands slide down from your bent knees to your inner thighs.

“Did it work?” You asked just above a whisper as he hovered over you, leaving needy kisses between your breasts while he tugged at the hem of your panties until he was sliding them down your legs.

“It really fucking worked,” Jungkook groaned as he cupped your boobs in his hands, letting his tongue lick at your pert nipples and feeling the way they stiffened underneath him. Your hands went to his hair, legs nearly wrapping around his torso when you felt his teeth lightly press into your nipple, sucking and tugging when needed.

His kisses began to run down toward your navel with his hands replacing his lips and kneading your breasts in the palm of them while he moved down to lay between your legs, “I want a taste, pretty girl.”

“Then get one,” you said in a whiny tone that had his big rounded eyes turning to look at you with surprise. A knowing smirk falling on his lips as he lifted your knees and pulled your thighs apart as far as they could go until he was eye level with your pretty cunt. Jungkook was never one to stop and tease when he needed sex, he had a tendency to get a little rough and take what he wants but it’s so hard to move it along when he’s met with the sight of you laying so pretty for him. He could tell your patience was running thin with how long he was taking to do anything and just before he felt you close to snapping at him, he leaned into you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped in surprise with the sudden swipe at your clit by Jungkook’a flattened, long tongue and you’ll admit it caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You couldn’t see the way he smiled as his hands circled around your thighs, repeating his teasing flick of his tongue, feeling the way your folds began to react to him.

He felt your fingers run through his soft hair for anchor and for some reason that slight grip you had on him had his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let himself get lost in the taste of your pussy. No longer up for any sense of teasing, Jungkook lets his mouth fall open, kissing your wet heat with his tongue pressing between your folds and finding your clit. Your hips were slowly bucking into his face, showing him just how much you liked his tongue and he knew just what to do to have you coming undone underneath him.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, his lips wrapped around the hard bud while his tongue swiped against the tip of it. He began a repetition of that and grazing his teeth ever so softly against your sensitive folds knowing he found your weak spot when he sucked your labia into his mouth and had your soft moans filling the cabin.

“Jungkook,” you moaned softly, fingers tugging at his hair roughly, “Oh god.”

He didn’t dare pull his mouth off you to give you a response and instead let his actions grow rougher. He unwrapped a hand from around your thigh and slipped it down to your pussy where he let his finger begin to draw patterns into your labia, so close to your entrance that he could feel your arousal quite literally leak out of you.

Your body was filled by pleasure that Jungkook was bringing you and you couldn’t help but bring your free hand to your neglected chest, trying to fill the void that Jungkook’s hand had left as you groped your breasts. Jungkook looked up completely enamored with the way you played with yourself while he ate you out and without any second thoughts, he pressed his long middle finger into your waiting cunt.

“That’s it,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss along your pelvis, “Cum for me, darling.”

“Jungkook,” you whined as he pushed a second finger in, hooking them upwardward just past your pubic bone and finding that soft, spongy spot with ease. With the way your walls fluttered around his fingers, he knew you were close and all it took was his lips around your clit while thrusting into that pleasure spot of yours, for you to wrap your legs around his shoulders and shake with release, “Oh my god.”

“Mm,” Jungkook groaned with pleasure, feeling your arousal flood his fingers in your release. He looked down at his wet hand, bringing it to his lips where he licked off the release that threatened to drip down his forearm, “Sweet.”

You looked like a mess trying to catch your breath and come to understand what had just happened between you to think too long about the fact that he was pressing his fingers into your waiting mouth till you licked your own release off him. He lifted a brow as your tongue circled around his fingers while sucking on them with your cheeks hollowed in. It had his breath hitching, trying to pull his fingers back out before he came just from that and began to pull at his own pants.

“Condom?” He asked in an unusually low and raspy tone. You blinked, “It’s fine, I’m on the pill.”

He didn’t press for more as he kicked his slacks and briefs off, hard cock pointed up stiffly. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from it. You wanted to wrap your lips around him and take him deep in your mouth because his dick was surprisingly so fucking pretty you just needed it desperately.

With your mind decided, you attempted to sit up when he pushed you back down, cock in his hand as he gave himself a couple strokes to relieve some tension and pulled your legs apart, “I need you now.”

“Impatient, are we?” You asked with a laugh, making yourself relax when you felt his cock head brush against your exposed clit. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to what you said as much as he was to the way his mushroom tip fit perfectly between your folds.

A soft gasp left your lips as he pushed it against your clit, playing with your labia and letting the clear liquid that dripped out of his tip, coat your clit.

“Fuck,” Jungkook took a deep breath as his cock nearly slipped inside of you, playing with your earlier release to cover his length in it, “Such a pretty pussy.”

With an annoyed roll of your eyes, you grew tired of his teasing and with a quick hook of your leg around his slim waist, you pushed his cock into you eliciting a deep groan [almost growl] to slip from his lips, “Fucking hell, Y/n.”

“You were taking too long,” you moaned, legs falling back again as you tried to ease the slight pain that came from his thick member entering your tight walls. Jungkook’s hair was brushing against your face as he looked down at the way you took him in, “I was trying to be gentle.”

“Did I ask you to be?” You asked with a scoff. Jungkook rolled his eyes, spreading his legs further apart and digging his knees into the bed for support as he covered you with his body, laying down to plant a quick kiss to your lips. “Brat.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” your manicured nails traced down his back until your hands were under his thighs as if ready to make him move on your own, “Are you going to fuck me yet?”

He couldn’t help but scoff in disbelief, an amused smile on his face and without saying a word, he pulled out until on his tip was past your ring of nerves, and suddenly pushed back in. Your lips fell open in a silent gasp as your eyes locked with his and he smirked.

“You need it that bad?” Jungkook asked as he pulled your legs up, pressing them toward your chest and holding them down with his arms as he kissed your neck, dragging his cock back out, “How bad?”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, trying to move your hips but in this position it was useless, “Start moving.”

“Make me,” he kissed the tip of your nose, slowly sliding himself back in just a little. You rolled your eyes, moving your hand to hide your face as you felt yourself getting annoyed.

Jungkook was smiling like this was all just so amusing to him and with his lip pulled between his teeth, he thrusted in with little restraint, starting a slow yet steady rhythm, “Don’t hide your face, darling. I wanna see the Y/n L/n moaning for me.”

“Fuck you,” you shook your head feeling your pussy tighten around him with your legs pulled to your chest unable to escape his thrusts that were becoming more rough by the second.

“Come on darling, you can do it,” Jungkook groaned, feeling like he was on cloud 9 from the way your pussy took him in. He doesn’t know how to explain it but he felt really fucking good right now. He’s not sure if it’s that he hasn’t had sex in a while, or if it had something to do with the fact that it was you, but he was fucking you with all his energy, letting himself relax and just feel good in the moment.

“Jungkook,” you moaned his name, hand slipping from your face so you could wrap it around his neck, “Kiss me.”

“Kiss?” He asked, out of breath as his rhythm faltered and without thinking, he let go of your legs and let them fall back onto the bed as he tilted your chin up with a hand to kiss you. He set his other hand down on the bed for support, getting lost between your lips and your tight pussy.

Jungkook’s tongue licked against yours swallowing your moans, “Y/n, it’s s’good.”

“Mhm,” you circled your legs around him, “Fuck.”

Jungkook kissed down your neck, hands sneaking down to your waist and with one swift movement, rolled onto his back with you on top. He needed a change of pace because if he kept going, he would cum sooner than he wanted to and he needed you to cum one more time for him so if that meant letting you get in top, he would.

And it had been such a good idea because the sight of you sitting on his cock, leaning back and placing your hands on his thighs instead of chest, made him more excited. Your knees dug into the bed and with your fingers scratching at his muscular thighs and raised your hips, lifting yourself off his cock before plunging him back in.

“Fucking hell,” Jungkook groaned throwing his head back into the pillows, a hand on your hip but not daring to take control, “That’s it darling, fuck yourself on my cock.”

“Jungkook,” the new position was having him reach newer parts inside you that had your thighs shaking, “I’m so close.”

“Take it,” Jungkook growled, holding you in place as he dug his feet into the mattress and began to fuck up into you, “Take my fucking dick, fuck.”

“Oh my god,” you fell forward, hands scratching at his chest, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, “I—I can’t. Jungkook, baby, oh my—“

“Take it,” he groaned, grabbing your hips harshly and moving once again so he was on top, thrusting into you despite how hard it was getting to pull out of your tight walls, “Take it.”

“I—I,” your lips fell open in a loud cry, pinching his biceps for stability, and felt your walls come undone. For the second time in less than hour, your orgasm hit you hard. Jungkook released a string of grunts, feeling your pussy convulse around him and his cock was greeted with a flood of warmth that had his legs shaking, trying to support him but he couldn’t take it. He barely had time to slip out before he was letting go, his cum dribbling down to your thighs as he let out one final moan of your name.

His body seemed to collapse down next to yours, panting and out of breath, “Fuck.”

The two of you were a mess, sweaty and sore and all you wanted to do was lay down and possibly sleep but where you were did not go past you unnoticed. You searched around for your cellphone, knowing you set it down somewhere before trying to change and found it on your nightstand with six missed calls from the Bride-To-Be.

Jungkook took a deep breath, sitting up and looking down at the mess the two of you made on the bed. He got up, not bothering with covering himself up as he found a towel and tried cleaning himself off with it while you got on your phone.

“Duty calls,” you joked with a sigh as he came to your side and began to wipe down your thighs. Yeonwoo sent you a dozen messages talking about a midlife crisis of some sorts. You sat up carefully, thanking him for handing you your robe and you slipped it on.

“What happened?” Jungkook asked with an awkward clear of his throat as he began putting on his clothes again. He’ll admit he was taking his time getting dressed and you left to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I don’t know, something with the gift boxes for everyone. I think Yeonie’s assistant forgot them,” you told him as you found new underwear to wear, making sure you were cleaned before putting them on. You left the door to the bathroom open to talk to him but you still changed into the white Jacquemus dress from earlier.

You walked up to him and he got the memo about zipping your back up and this time he couldn’t help but lean down to press a kiss to your shoulder blade, “Are you going up yet?”

“I’m gonna touch up my makeup first,” you told him honestly, “You go ahead.”

When Jungkook reached upstairs again, finding the party just as he left it earlier, it’s like nobody noticed he had even left for so long. They were all too focused on your new dress — which Yeonwoo absolutely adored on you. He found a glass of champagne and tried to escape from the swarm of people trying to hold a conversation with him when he wasn’t thinking clearly at all.

Unfortunately for the two of you, the matching off-white shade of your clothing and the sudden mark on his neck wasn’t lost on anyone else. Soon, pictures from every angle possible would paint a story neither of you wanted.

There was a sense of guilt that came with disassociating yourself from your best friend’s wedding plans. Jungkook could barely remember what they had done once they got to the island after a surprising night of visiting your cabin.

He hasn’t had an actual conversation with you since that night and he has to be honest and say, he barely remembers the actual wedding. He hadn’t seen you since the yacht before being dragged away by Hoseok the following day to do some activities for Namjoon’s groomsmen. You had gone to do your Maid of Honor duties and he’s felt out-of-loop since.

The entire day had been packed with things to do and he’s aware he looked dashing in every photo the photographers took of him in his 12,000$ Kiton suit. The matching suits they all wore made the groomsmen look classy and cohesive while the Balmain dresses the bridesmaids wore made them elegant and surreal—well at least for you.

That’s what he thinks is the problem.

His best friends got married and yet all he was able to think about was you. It didn’t help that despite the wedding being on a private island, there was still press everywhere, capturing every angle of this beautiful matrimony between nepo babies.

The reception had been filled with various questions from various interviewers that left all your shared friends staring at you suspiciously—especially when questions of the hickey on his neck came forward.

As awful as it sounded considering the 46 million dollar wedding in the mountains of an island was stunning, he could barely remember half of what hadn’t been photographed. He left the day after the wedding with an excuse that he had things to take care of where he’s currently at and his friends bid him farewell.

He got to the mainland a day before the others and it gave him time to return home before he left on another voyage alone.

“How was the wedding?” His older brother asked, swinging his mallet just slightly, trying to find his nail before shooting the ball through the hoop, “I can't believe I was caught up in meetings all week in Tokyo.”

Jungkook looked oddly bright today compared to how he felt and he didn’t want to say it was because his casual and boring clothes he wore abroad stuck out here in ways he didn’t like. That’s why today—his last day home—he visited his family’s 150 acre estate for a game of Croquet and possibly tennis, wearing a matcha colored Loro Piana cashmere polo with short sleeves.

“Um, it was great,” Jungkook said as he brought his cigarette to his lips and lighting the end before inhaling.

“That’s it?” JungHyun asked with a scoff as he motioned for Jungkook to take his turn and he took his brother’s cigarette, “Did you have an orgy with any models or were you your usual gentleman self that won the crowd against me?”

His older brother had been well known in his younger days for many reasons, his partying, his charm, his youth and education. When he was in his mid twenties, you could always catch him in some article their parents tried taking down in regards to driving under the influence or insulting a server. Unlike Jungkook who preferred a quiet life he could escape to, his brother did not and now he’s some big shot finance guy because his attitude growing up had ruined his chance of inheriting everything from their grandparents. Now it will all go to Jungkook—something they’re all aware of—and maybe that’s why JungHyun makes snide remarks here and there.

He’s not asking about the wedding because he’s curious, he’s bitter that despite his perfect appearance and Jungkook’s more intimidating kind, Jungkook was still the most well-mannered of the two and therefore the favorite—if only he stayed and fulfilled his duties.

“No orgy,” Jungkook said with a hint of disgust as he finished his round of the game, one step closer to winning, “Just Y/n.”

JungHyun had been mid-swing when he mentioned you and his aim went astray making him miss the next ring, “What do you mean just Y/n?”

“I slept with her—“

A loud and annoying laugh cut him off as JungHyun let his mallet go, “Ah, so you can’t remember the events of your best friend’s wedding because you were too busy sleeping with the nation’s sweetheart? Oh I cannot wait till father hears about this, maybe your wedding is next and then you’ll finally step up to the plate.”

Jungkook scoffed, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means now that you’re back, and dating the richest girl in the country, there’s no way Father won’t hand you down the company now,” JungHyun said bitterly, “And everyone said you running away would be a bad thing, but clearly it’s reminded you of who you are.”

“I’m not… I’m not staying,” Jungkook said, “I leave tomorrow but I wanted to see you all. And Y/n and I aren’t going to date, it was a… um.”

“Mistake?” JungHyun asked, “Jungkook, don’t be an idiot. You’ve been obsessed with her for years.”

“I have not.”

“You have, you just don’t want to admit that all your talk about being independent and leaving the money behind to be free was complete bullshit,” JungHyun said with a scoff, “Or why would you mess around with her of all people. A relationship with Y/n is going to put you at the top once again and there’s nothing that won’t be handed to you—and she’s someone mother would approve.”

“You’re dramatic,” Jungkook huffed, “One night doesn’t mean we’re dating or getting married or any of that other shit. I still don’t want to run the business… I just want, I don’t know.”

“Yeah, you never know what you want,” JungHyun said, “But whatever, if you’re set on running away again, so be it. I’m tired of trying to make you see how you blindly follow along with everything you seem to hate.”

“Master, your wife is on line three and she’s wondering who is picking up the kids.”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” JungHyun groaned, annoyed and no longer interested in talking to his little brother, “The driver?”

Jungkook watched his brother leave him behind and with a defeated sigh, he left.

“So are you leaving?” Youngi asked him as he watched the bubbles in his pink champagne, “Or have you changed your mind?”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” Jungkook said stiffly as he fixed the suit jacket he was currently getting fit into, “I’m just postponing my leave but I have a few things to take care of here.”

“Like with you and Y/n?” Youngi asked, making sure the fitting room at Dolce & Gabbana was empty aside from just them two. Jungkook didn’t even flinch at the mention of you. Since the two arrived at this store his vision has been filled with large framed photos of you and your dear friend Park Jimin all over the store. Apparently you were one of the brand’s favorite Ambassadors and they made it known you modeled their products. Right now he’s facing the mirror with a picture of you modeling a satin baldonétte bra and high waisted panties. You looked beautiful and seductive and its been hard for him to not just stare at all your pictures since he got here. Now Yoongi is attempting to bring you up and he refuses to give in to the extent his relationship with you has gone.

You haven’t even spoken since the wedding and even that had just been an exchange of pleasantries and no real depth to either of your words.

“No, with my father,” Jungkook said stiffly as he shrugged off the suit jacket and called in the stylist to find something else. Yoongi sat up in his seat slightly more interested, “Really? About what? Don’t tell me you're back in the running.”

“We're going to discuss it,” Jungkook mumbled to himself.

He wanted to make one thing clear, his decision to seek out his father and work out some sort of plan where he can get back into the job he had been assigned to do, while also having freedom had absolutely nothing to do with you. It has nothing to do with the fact that you’re here, and he’s interested in you, and that it would be his parent’s dream for him to stay and be in a relationship with you and also take over the business finally…

This was his decision because his brother’s right. He can't just keep running away.

“And what do you mean, with Y/n?” Jungkook asked, clearing his throat awkwardly as he glanced up at your five foot photo framed above the mirror, remembering the shape of your body against his, moaning his name and tightening your walls around him.

“Haven’t you heard the rumors?” Youngi asked as he got on his phone, “It seems as though you have competition.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told more as he took Yoongi’s phone from his outstretched hand and read what was on the screen with furrowed brows.

At the end of the article, in big, fat letters, the conclusion said: ‘Now the question is, will L/n choose the best friend, Park Jimin, or the elegant and influential Best Man, Jeon Jungkook—possibly as the country’s newest IT couple?’

When he gave Yoongi his phone back, there was no denying the sudden irritation that contorted his features. It’s not like he expected this to not happen but… he doesn’t like what they’re implying. Yoongi studied him closely to see if he would get a response, but Jungkook gave nothing away. Instead he just ordered the tailor to pack the two suits he tried on so he could buy both, “I’ll meet you out there.”

Yoongi left Jungkook to get changed and while he stood alone in the fitting room staring up at your boudoir photos framed around him, he took his phone and dialed your number.

“Hello?” Your end of the call sounded hectic, louder and busier than his did. You were in the middle of an interview for Vogue and were taking a short break. It seemed like he called at just the right time since you were getting your makeup touched up.

“Are you busy?” Jungkook asked with a sharp tone that fell on deaf ears when the call went silent for a moment. He really did admire the photo of you, remembering just what it was like to trace his hands along your figure.

“Who is this?” You finally asked, making his jaw clench slightly.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Oh you see, I wouldn’t have known that considering you didn’t even say a hello or anything,” You told him in a sarcastic tone that made him want to smile but also roll his eyes, “Besides, I am busy.”

As if on cue, the call of your name in the background made your claim concrete. He bit his lip in thought, wondering what it was you were doing and how long it would take, “When can I see you?”

A smile played on your lips as you held up a finger to your assistant who was trying to hurry you along, “Did you make an appointment with my assistant?”

He couldn’t help but scoff as his gaze turned toward a glare, practically imagining that picture of you smiling at him, “I didn’t know I needed one, darling. When can I schedule one?”

“I’m not sure, i'll let you know,” you said and before Jungkook could respond, the call ended and he was left in shock that you just hung up on him. He gathered his things and met Yoongi outside to pay, completely bewildered by the fact that you just hung up on him so easily. He knows you haven’t spoken since the night of the wedding where you were forced to speak but this is all he gets?

“What took you so long?” Yoongi asked as they left Dolce & Gabbana with new things.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: Appointment scheduled for, 6:30 pm today, L/n Residence @ the Northbrook Estates

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief at the confirmation of an appointed meeting with you tonight.

The night on the yacht had been unexpected yet also long-awaited and now that its done with, neither of you seemed to know what to do about it. You wont lie and say you didn’t enjoy that moment with him but you were also realistic. You and Jungkook would just never work out, you’re too different on the outside and that’s why you’re so confused now as to why he called you.

“So, Y/n, its been a busy season for you this year,” an interviewer said as the camera zoomed in on your expression as they continued, “Not only did you walk thirteen shows but I hear you also celebrated your close friends wedding. How was that? You must have been exhausted.”

“You know it was a lot but it was exciting, I hold my friends dearly and I’m just thankful I was able to make time for such an event,” you said and you’ll admit your response sounded scripted. You didn’t dive too deeply which is what you’re sure the interviewer wanted. You should have known that this stupid interview wouldn’t just be about your newly established modeling career.

Whether you’ve become Model of the Year for your catwalk, or for nepotism, you didn’t are much either way. All you cared about was the fact that the interviewer has found a way to slip in questions they didn’t need to know. It’s like you can just sense the things they’ll ask and have already prepared and calculated the exact responses you need to give.

“Of course, and what a star-studded party,” the interviewer continued, “The Best Man being Jeon Jungkook must have been exciting for you.”

“Well, we’ve all known each other for a long time now so…” You cleared your throat, looking a bit disinterested.

“Yes, of course,” the interviewer said with a nervous laugh, “And pardon me, Y/n, but I just have to ask, did anything happen between the two of you on this very intimate trip?”

Your smile strained but you never looked anything less than sweet as you said, “We are all just very close friends. Most of them have supported me in modeling.”

It was a clear attempt on your part to direct the conversation back to what it was supposed to be about. She ignored your last comment and said, “So… I guess we’re all curious, some pictures from the parties were released of the two of you awfully close in certain open waters, and an evident hickey on his neck—not to mention the matching clothes, please, is there something between you and the heir of Jeon Corporation?”

“Nothing that should concern you, no,” you smiled sweetly and the interviewer seemed to freeze up, unsure if she had gone too far in her questions.

Silence filled the space around them and there was no way to cut these parts out since it was a video shoot and after a while of the interviewer struggling to find which questions to ask, a person who worked for you stepped forward, “How about another short break?”

The interviewer released a shaky breath while the both of you made your way off camera and your glam team was quick to touch up your hair and makeup as the director of the shoot approached you, “Y/n darling, how are we feeling?”

“Annoyed,” you answered honestly, “I thought this was supposed to be about my modeling.”

“You’re absolutely right, darling, we apologize for any mistake we’ve done on our part, I—She must have taken it as an opportunity to ask her own questions and I promise you, we will have a deep conversation about this. We aren’t TMZ…” the director said and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m done filming if she’ll be the one continuing the interview,” You told him as you began to walk away from him, not caring for the excuses or whatever and you can hear your publicist repeat your words to him.

It wasn’t even that she was bad at her job or that she asked anything too deep but she just quickly got on your bad side with her persistence to not let the subject drop.

In the end you got your wish and filming ended smoothly before you were driven away to whatever was next in your schedule, trying not to think about the interview or the fact that there was a chance you would be seeing Jungkook later.

Things are evidently strange between you two and its not like you’ve been blind to the articles or posts about you but you don’t want to address anything. That night on the yacht seems like a fluke and like it shouldn’t have happened at all despite how you felt in the moment. Your parents aren’t the type to be invested in what is put in the tabloids but when their lifelong, country club going, friends call them and ask if there’s anything between you and Jeon Corporation’s Jungkook, they’re going to want answers.

It was just one night, one night where the two of you put aside whatever indifference you had toward each other just so you could release tension and this is the consequence for that. Of course everyone would want to know and of course no one was able to turn a blind eye to you. Even Yeonwoo managed to ask what you had been doing in the cabins withJungkook or so long that night and even when you tried to ignore her she kept pressing you for an answer.

In truth you had nothing to say. You were both adults and it didn’t matter if anyone else was dying to know if there was anything going on between you.

You resented each other.

You had sex.

Plus, he’s going to leave soon and you don’t think that bothers you?

When your driver pulled up to the tall skyscraper you called home, you headed inside alone.

“Good evening, Miss L/n,” the lobbyist held the door open for you, “You have a visitor waiting in the lobby.”

Your brows furrowed, checking the time before heading to the library where sure enough, Jeon Jungkook was sitting by the fireplace reading whatever magazine was set out for him. At the sound of your Miu Miu kitten heels, he turned staring at you with his big rounded eyes being the only thing you could see beside his face mask, “You’re early.”

Jungkook wrapped an arm around your waist as he pressed his lips to your cheek in greeting and you did the same, he joined you in the elevator and said, “I like to get to my appointments early.”

“You’re lucky my shoot ended early or else you might have had to wait outside like a dog,” you teased as you pushed the button for the top floor where your penthouse was located. As part of the infinite amount of wealth your family has, you also dabble in real estate, mostly in the country as luxury apartments but you do have some homes overseas: Paris, New York, Argentina, etc.

The place you call home is a top floor penthouse with terrace and rooftop. The floor in which it was located was completely shut off for just you and included a private gym, yoga studio, three walk-in closets, and on top of that an elevator parking garage with a Mary Kay Pink Rolls Royce sitting pretty inside it.

Jungkook has never stepped foot in your home before and it was overwhelmingly stunning with four bedrooms, two living rooms (one on the top floor and one on the main floor too), an open kitchen, poolside terrace, and five bathrooms. You lived in ultimate modern luxury with traditional themes throughout the home like its hand carved wooden furniture and expensive marble walls.

“Is this different from your little magic treehouse in the woods you ran off to?” You asked, tempted to push his buttons as you removed your coat and handed it to your housekeeper who waited at the door.

“Well, considering my magic treehouse is worth 2.6 million dollars, no I wouldn’t consider this that different from it,” Jungkook couldn’t help but boast, feeling like he’s competing. It’s like when he was in school and the students would brag about whatever exotic trip they got to go in the summer and he would have to make sure to tell them what he did was better. “Maybe I’ll bring you with someday.”

Fuck. Why did he say that? Why is he indulging in any of this in the first place? You and Jungkook should never be together, right?

“Speaking of which, I thought you would have ran off now that the wedding is over,” You said as you mumbled something to the housekeeper making her leave, “Drink?”

“Water is fine,” Jungkook said as he made his way down to your 70’s inspired talking pit of suede Anabei sectional couches, “And I thought I would have been gone by now too”

“What changed?” You skied curiously, “Don’t tell me it's because you would miss me.”

You held your hand to your chest as if to seem touched by the thought and Jungkook just rolled his eyes as you continued, “How would all the other girls feel knowing I’m keeping you here?”

Jungkook scoffed as he practically pushed your legs off his lap, “Can you not joke for just one second?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, even if part of you felt confused wondering if this was supposed to be a serious moment or not. Jungkook huffed, running his fingers through his black hair, “I’m here because I wanted to talk to you about all those articles. My parents are working on taking those down, are you okay?”

Your eyebrows knitted together with confusion, “Me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’ve never seen anything bad written about you and suddenly you’re being painted as a two-timer by spending a night with me while also… doing whatever it is you do with that friend of yours.” He was not jealous. He swears.

To be clear, there really is nothing going on with you and Jimin. You’re just two friends in the modeling world who happen to like attending secret parties together and maybe making out drunkenly every now and then. That’s it. You’ve never slept with him and Jimin has too many girls on his line for you to ever consider him.

“I’ll survive,” You mumbled as you looked over at him, seeing him in deep thought.

“I’m thinking of staying a while longer,” Jungkook said suddenly with a clear of his throat.

Jungkook was not the shy type and to be honest he’s not even sure why he’s letting you know [as if it made a difference] but the words just slipped out.

He did not like you.

Well, he didn’t like you like that. It sounds harsh he’s well aware of that but he was never romantically attracted to you before so how is he going to suddenly feel that way after only a week in contact again. Maybe it was just unresolved sexual tension after years of feeling that way but that can’t be the only thing that’s making him want to revert back to what his life was like before he left to live on his own.

He escaped all this so that he could live somewhere quietly and do what he really wanted to do without worrying about anything else. Now he’s contemplating moving back and possibly involving himself with his father’s business again. Too much is going on for him to understand why.

“For how long?” you asked as your fingers began to softly run through the ends of his hair making him look at you. You couldn’t hide your curiosity and how close the two of you are.

When he had pulled you down to sit with him, it was with your legs thrown over his lap which he had been caressing every now and then.

An arrogant smirk formed on his lips as he licked them, tapping your calf lightly, “How long do you want me here?”

Fuck, Jungkook is staying to get back in business… not for you.

It’s not for you.

It’s not for yo—

His breath hitched as a sudden weight shifted to his lap, his hands immediately went to your waist, helping you get comfortable on him. It’s embarrassing the way Jungkook didn’t hesitate to reach for you when you sat on his lap feeling your arms thrown around his neck, “Here as in…”

You looked down at the short skirt you wore which rolled up a little from how your legs straddled his thighs and said, “Under me?”

A scoff in disbelief left his lips as he couldn’t help but laugh, sliding your hips closer, “Yeah.”

It was attractive the way your conversations never seemed to fall unless you wanted them to. It was a constant cat and mouse game, banter back and forth and he catches on quickly.

You couldn’t help it, okay. Anytime you would see pictures of Jungkook since he left, he was always in a hoodie and sweats or something that just hid his entire body. Right now he’s wearing this Christian Dior white button-up shirt [which he rolled the sleeves up at some point since he got here] and it was messily untucking from his black slacks and he looks so hot right now. His hair was messy in a sexy way and he looked just like he used to, except this time with tattoos and a different sense of maturity.

Without wasting another moment debating if you should or shouldn’t, you leaned down and kissed him. Jungkook’s lips parted against yours, stretching his neck to kiss you with more need. Unlike the first night you kissed, this one wasn’t as rushed and angry. He took his time longer, pulling your bottom lip between his and doing it over again.

You pressed your chest against his, with your tongue swiping against his lip teasingly until you met his. Jungkook’s hands pinched the satin fabric of your skirt, feeling it tighten and rise, unable to stop the growing desire he was feeling for you. His briefs were getting tighter every time you shifted on his lap and whatever he had been thinking before you started making out.

“You want to play?” He asked, shifting his head to deepen the kiss without bumping noses. You pulled away feeling desperate to catch your breath as his kisses began to travel down toward your exposed neck, licking and nipping under your jaw while beginning to make

“Maybe,” you sighed in pleasure, running your hands through his hair when you felt him kiss down your collarbone, closer and closer down the deep-v in your Miu Miu chiffon top. The strap to your shirt slipped down your shoulder as Jungkook’s rough fingers traced down the side of your arms.

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to go back to kiss your lips as you felt his growing erection press into you. It was hard for him to ignore the fact that the only thing covering what was under your skirt was a flimsy, thin piece of lace he shifted you closer until his bulge was tucked between your legs, placing your hips right over where he wanted them to be. Now that he moved you, his outline was more evident and had you grinding along him.

Jungkook released a groan with a sharp breath once he felt that sudden move and he couldn’t help but buck his hips against you, feeling the fabric of his briefs constrict his hardened cock. It was a frustrating feeling yet he felt so eager with his tongue down your throat and his covered dick tucked nicely between your covered folds that he couldn’t even think to stop and remove the layers.

His lips were feeling swollen against yours yet he didn’t want to pull away, the friction he was getting from the way you humped him was turning him on with how needy it felt. You kissed along his jaw, grinding against his aching dick while your nimble fingers began to unbutton his shirt.

“God damn,” Jungkook groaned as he threw his head back, relishing in the way your hips moved expertly against him while kissing down his naked chest. He slid his ass down your back, stopping over your butt and pulling your skirt out of the way for him to get a better feel of you underneath. With firm hands, he turned your sensual grinding into harsher and more deep movements that he met with his hips.

He’s not sure he could take just this any longer. Anytime he’s with you now it’s like he can’t do anything but fall for you and despite how annoying it is, he doesn’t do anything to stop it. Instead, he welcomes it and right now all he wants to do and rip off the remaining layers between you so he could have your legs wrapped around him once more. It’s only been days since the first time and he has not been able to stop thinking about it.

The day of the wedding he had been so distracted by you that he barely remembers any of it and now his best friends are on their honeymoon and he’s here thinking about you again.

Giving up on arguing how much he wants to have you, he wanted to get your clothes off and you were letting him. His hands had barely made it to the end of your top, ready to pull it off, when a loud ringtone cut through the living room, echoing off the walls and hard to ignore. The two of you looked at each other confused.

He sat up, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out his phone, annoyed that someone had thought to call him.

“Answer,” you said breathlessly as you looked at the caller, already sliding yourself off his lap.

“It’s just Hobi,” Jungkook said, letting out a huff in annoyance as he set his phone back down, turning to kiss you but it rang once again. Your eyes met his and he begrudgingly grabbed his phone and swiped to answer, “Hello?”

“Hey man, I just got off the phone with your Yoongi,” Hoseok said as he sat in a large closet filled with designer clothes, “And why am I always the last to know if you’re leaving or not?”

“What?” Jungkook looked visibly annoyed with his scrunched brows and tense jaw and for some reason that made him hotter to you. His shirt was undone completely and his belt was halfway pulled off and with his legs spread, it was very hard to ignore his hard on.

Your eyes softened with curiosity and you couldn’t help but bite down on your bottom lip as you decided to just go for it. First, your hand rested on his thigh as he listened to whatever Hoseok said, but slowly you made your way toward his bulge.

“You’re gonna start working with your dad again?” Hoseok asked, unaware of the way Jungkook’s attention had drifted down to the palm of your hand, right over his dick. Your fingers pressed against the underside of his member, massaging your palm into it and feeling the way his hips raised. “What happened to not caring about the money and the company and all that blah blah blah?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes, snapping back to his friend instead of what was going on. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, tightening their grip as if in warning. It was a useless attempt considering he tried helping you pull his belt off and saying, “Come on man, it was never like that.”

He could hear his own tone falter somewhere between lying and having his cock free from the confines of his tight briefs with your hand feeling him.

Hoseok laughed, debating what suit he should wear, “No, it’s exactly like that.”

Jungkook’s hand went to your head, softly caressing you as you kissed down his navel, your hand wet with spit, jerking him off while licking just above his dick. He didn’t bother with a response to his friend as he continued speaking anyway, “Is it true you and our princess are messing around? It’s all over the tabloids.”

Sarcasm was evident in Hoseok’s tone but Jungkook was too focused on your tongue licking up the length of his hard cock, wetting it with spit that made your hand movements smoother.

“Look I get it, you’ve had all this tension something was bound to happen but damn, why didn’t you tell me that either?” Hoseok asked with evident shock, unaware of the blowjob his friend was receiving on the other end. Your lips were wrapped tightly around his length and with your hand too, it was hard for Jungkook to keep his reactions to a minimum.

“Hobi, I—I, yknow I just,” Jungkook cleared his throat uncomfortably to hide an evident groan. He was beginning to fidget under your ministrations, especially when you squeezed under his cock, massaging his balls, “Sorry.”

“Sorry?! That’s all you gotta say after chewing me out for giving you condoms as a joke.” Hoseok was lying in a pile of Louis Vuitton suits on the floor, engrossed in his one-sided conversation, “Our friendship seems one-sided buddy. I thought when you came up to me… I thought, ‘Hey, maybe my good buddy Jungkook will get in this dandy hot tub with me’ but no, you know what you do instead? You ask where Y/n is! God I should’ve known—“

Jungkook threw his head back in a mixture of pleasure and obvious irritation that he couldn’t take it anymore. His finger pressed into the red button and the call was cut to end suddenly. As soon as his phone hit the couch, you pulled off his length with a deep huff for air, “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

“He’ll get over it,” Jungkook mumbled as he reached for your hand to pull you toward him, “Come here.”

“I’m not done,” you leaned away from the kiss he was trying to give you but his hand held your head in place, not caring to kiss the lips that had just been around his hard dick. Jungkook wasn’t as gentle as his need grew heavier and with a strategic pull at your top, it ripped down the back, “Jungkook!”

“What?” He asked with a giddy smile, tempted to be playful, “It was in my way.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting up to take your skirt off yourself and prevent another hazard while Jungkook finished undressing himself. “It was custom, asshole.”

Jungkook’s smile dropped with worry, lips parted in surprise until you burst out into a laugh and fell onto his lap, “You should see the look on your face.”

“Ha ha, don’t scare me like that,” Jungkook chuckled, “I was already thinking about the fortune I would have to pay to fix that.”

“Jungkook,” you ignored the fact that the two of you were naked, in the middle of an intimate moment and asked, “What did you mean earlier?”

“When?” Jungkook asked, caressing your leg, “About staying? Yeah, I’m serious.”

“You are?” You crossed your arms over your bare chest, “Why?”

“Why?” He was visibly taken back, “What do you mean why?”

“I mean… just a few days ago you were adamant on leaving right after the wedding and when you left the resort before everyone else we all kind of figured you had left but you’re here now and…” You took a deep breath in thought.

“Do you want me to leave?” Jungkook asked, sounding more hurt than he intended to. All this time pushing and pulling his feelings for how he felt about being here and seeing you was getting to him. He’s very aware how confusing he is and spending a night with you shouldn’t have changed his mind this quickly while he also refused to admit.

“We didn’t talk about what happened at the party,” you said suddenly, feeling Jungkook drape his shirt over your naked figure as the conversation shifted drastically.

“I know,” he dropped his head, “I’m sorry, I was really confused and I couldn’t tell what I was feeling or how you were feeling and I was mad and… I thought you probably didn’t care.”

“I mean, I didn’t,” you shrugged, “But because I figured it was just a one time thing since you were very obvious with how little you thought of me and now you’re saying you’re staying longer while visiting me at home and it just… I don’t get it.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jungkook was in his slacks again, trying to fix whatever mess he might have made over time, “I just… I was just being dumb. I wanted to act like I wasn’t into you at all because I was mad at everyone else and it wasn’t fair that I took it out on you but I thought you didn’t like me either.”

“And you’re right, you were mean to me,” you nudged him with your foot, “So really, I shouldn’t even be in this position with you right now.”

Jungkook didn’t dare argue when you called him out, “You always pretended to hate me even when you’d get jealous if someone else talked to me and you could never take your eyes off me.”

His brows furrowed, reminded of the trip and how everyone always joked that he wanted you when he was so stubborn on saying he didn’t. He didn’t like how predictable his life was.

“Because I knew everyone thought you were perfect,” Jungkook tried pulling you toward him, “And they didn’t know how you liked to push my buttons and say things you knew would get to my head and how you were actually so unbelievably perfect that it pissed me off everytime I let you get to me.”

“Don’t sweet talk me now,” you teased when he leaned over to lay between your legs, content with the sight of you in his Dior shirt, “How are you gonna repay me for being such a dick?”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook admitted, “Say the word and I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I have everything I want,” you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Come on Y/n, don’t make this hard on me,” he whined playfully, “Everyone else is already making it hard and I just want to spend the night with you. I’ll let you use me.”

Your brow raised and with a soft laugh you pulled him toward you for a kiss, “I get to use the Jeon Jungkook? What will everyone say?”

“That they saw it coming,” Jungkook chuckled as he pressed his lips to yours, “So don’t stop the inevitable.”

You rolled your eyes, feeling your arousal from earlier slowly make its return, “You’re so spoiled.”

“I know.”

Jeon Jungkook now knows what an awful liar he’s been these last couple of years. All of this talk about wanting to be different, break free from his family’s influences and the world of money and power, was meaningless in the end. He tried, he really did but his rebellion of running off and doing whatever he pleased, refusing to acknowledge the company, the wealth and the people in it was short lived because he never actually wanted to escape it.

He was still going to be friends with the people he grew up with and fall back to his old routine of country clubs and parading on yachts or private islands.

He was still going to take over his share of his father’s company and dress himself up in designer Kiton suits that he used to despise wearing.

He was still going to fall for you, the person he despised simply for being an exact reflection of himself. You were perfect for him in every way on paper and that made him want to push you away but in the end, he still fell for you like he knew he would.

Some people dream about having the life he does, or growing up the way he did and yet here he was selfishly wishing it all away. It was perfect, it was so insanely perfect and unfair that Jungkook ever thought he wouldn’t be happy with what he had been handed down to him for simply being born.

“This person gathered valuable experiences in the world and has shown such a strong will to portray it all into commitment for the company and that makes me a proud father,” A deep voice spoke from behind a podium with an echoing mic that had the attention of over a hundred people, “Please, welcome the newest V.P. for Jeon Corporation, my youngest son, Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook had an arrogant smile on his lips as he walked onto stage, thanking everyone for congratulating him on his quick and easy advance in the company—even surpassing his older brother.

“Honestly, it is a big thank you to everyone close to me, for helping me see how ready I am to step into this role and fulfill my duty as a member of this corporation,” Jungkook said confidently, looking at all his friends who had a mixture of confused yet knowing smiles on their faces.

“What a brat,” Hoseok joked with Namjoon, “And I blame you for this.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen someone get pulled back into the country’s good graces so easily,” Namjoon laughed, remembering all the articles about how my ridiculous Jungkook was for publicly stating he would never be a part of the company.

“That’s because he’s spoiled,” Jungkook’s older brother chimed in, “Even after he says he’s gonna walk away from it, he’s still gonna be welcomed back with open arms.”

Taehyung released a playful sigh, “I want to be Jeon Jungkook when I grow up, the perfect life just handed to me and I’m just too blind to appreciate it.”

“Tae, you’re rich,” Yeonwoo whispered to him, Taehyung grinning at her reminder and sitting up straighter.

“How was it?” Jungkook asked his friends as he looked around the table.

“Well rehearsed,” Taehyung gave him the thumbs up, “Also, where’s Y/n? I thought she’d be here.”

Jungkook checked the time on his watch, his leg already bouncing underneath the table, “Yeah, I thought so too.”

It shouldn’t be that big of a deal to him. This was all just some flashy way for his father to make Jungkook’s debut in the business widely anticipated and you had other things to do than be here. The two of you aren’t even officially together yet so it’s not like you owe it to him or anything.

“Y/n,” Jimin whined as he watched the valet open the limo door for you, “Please don’t ditch me. I’m your best friend, imagine how much fun we could be having. Everyone’s going to ask where you ran off to after the dinner.”

“Well you can tell them,” you hurried to finish applying your lip gloss, “That I had more important things to do than get drunk at some fashion party.”

“Right, just throw me to the side like I mean nothing,” Jimin said dramatically, “Is this how you treat friends now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing he was only trying to cause a scene. Jimin knew you would be calling it an early night but he just wanted it to be difficult. With a small sigh, you double checked that you looked fine in the mirror and said, “Okay, wish me luck, I’m hoping I get laid tonight.”

“I also hope you get laid tonight so that I don’t have to listen to you talk about how much you want to see him,” Jimin said as you made your way out the car, “Goodnight.”

By the time you got to the banquet, the cameras had been long gone from the entrance and so you were able to make your appearance quietly. You would have been here earlier if there hadn’t been an ambassador dinner tonight that you had already agreed to do before Jungkook decided on staying and you just couldn’t miss it.

You felt bad because Jungkook had asked you to come be his date but he understood why you couldn’t make it right away. If anything he should be happy that you hurried over from dinner to the banquet without an outfit change. Despite the number of attendants, it was really a private affair with only a couple people from the press but nothing too grand and over the top. It made arriving late less miserable and finding Jungkook and your friends much easier.

And when you first involved yourself with Jungkook in this way, you should have known it wouldn’t all be easy. You were now somewhat seeing the most eligible bachelor in the country and nobody knows about it aside from speculation. Speculation won’t stop spoiled rich girls who want him to themselves and that’s what you saw when you found him.

“It’s so great to have you back Kooky, it’s like… the best thing to ever happen,” some girl gushed at him from the once empty seat to his left. She seemed unaffected by the stares she received from around the table and didn’t care at all that Jungkook wasn’t even glancing her way. He doesn’t know her, she’s probably just the daughter of some wealthy couple who thinks she has a chance with him.

Jungkook stared forward, watching his friends’ faces as their eyes softened, no longer listening to the girl who said, “Maybe we can get together some time.”

A gentle hand touched his shoulder, soft lips brushing against his ear as you said, “Maybe we can get together some time too.”

There was no denying the smile that grew on his face as he turned to look at you and how close you were to him. Jungkook’s lips parted in pleasant surprise, ready to talk to you when someone else spoke up.

“Excuse us, sweetheart,” Namjoon said to the girl, “It seems our table is full, maybe you can try somewhere else?”

She left with an annoyed scoff, making room for you to sit down, “Sorry I’m late, did any of you miss me?”

You had a sweet smile on your face, a camera clicked somewhere else in the distance surely capturing how close you were to Jungkook specifically, who was tracing his hand along your thigh.

“Dearly,” Jungkook said as he leaned into you for a quick kiss on the lips, “Thanks for coming.”

“I told you I’d try and make it,” you said to him, “I missed the speech didn’t I?”

“It was nothing special,” Jungkook’s hand began to slide down the space between your legs—or at least as far as your dress would let it, “Just the usual talk about how amazing I am, it was all very boring.”

“But I love talking about you,” Your tone was sarcastic yet flirty, your hand falling over his in warning when he began to pull up your dress just a little. You were sitting at a table with a large draped tablecloth that hid your legs underneath but you were still very aware of the fact that your friends were all around the table.

“Y/n,” Hoseok called for you from across the table, “How does it feel to have the Jeon Jungkook wrapped around your finger?”

Jungkook turned to his friend with a harsh glare, knowing he was just poking fun at it all but still managing to get under his skin. You looked at Jungkook with a knowing grin, “Like nothing I didn’t expect.”

He scoffed, squeezing your thigh possessively, “I think the feelings are mutual, darling.”

You leaned into him, not caring for being around so many important people with cameras trying to capture whatever moment they can, “They are.”

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a/n omg it took me literally forever to write this and idk how I feel about it but yknow what 😭it’s finished and that’s what matters. I was in the mood for some rich kdrama feel fic and I hope I managed to pull that off at least a litttlleeeeeeere

thanks for everyone that waited patiently and please feel free to lmk what you think <3

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cute-sucker · 6 months ago

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note: this is an unofficial part 2 of this boxer!rafe and his sweetheart <3

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boxer!rafe can't stop thinking about you pregnant, and some would say he got more protective when you did get pregnant.

you weren't showing yet, but he was always keeping a watchful eye on you, protective hand wandering to your midsection.

after the scare you gave him at the games, he watched you all the time, willfully bringing home more food than was needed, feeling willing to come back home when he heard your whines through the phone, and buying you the most beautiful sundresses ever.

sometimes the two of you would spend more time together, looking out the balcony as he smoked a cigarette, and you looked outside with a dazed expression, hand stroking your stomach. he watched the way your nose wrinkled when a trendil of smoke reached your nose.

you made a screwed face, and then looked back at rafe with a pointed look, "i don't like that."

the next day all the cigarettes in your house were gone, and he went back to boxing. it was sweet the way your small proclamation could command him to do anything. sometimes you couldn't help but test it. test how much he loved you, and how willing he was go to. you knew it was bad the way you were acting, but you ached for the attention.

so it was all to plan when you woke up craving a burger.

not just any burger. it needed to be homemade, or even one of the burgers that rafe had made you during your first date. you remember it so clearly, the way his hand scimmed past your back as he helped you chop the cucumbers, a soft hand twirling a tendril of your hair.

it was all in your head, and suddenly you needed the burger with your life. you were pawing at his chest, soft whines leaving your mouth. he woke suddenly, taking a deep inhale of air.

"what's wrong?" he muttered, words slurred with sleep. you couldn't feel but feel bad as you pouted at him. you were wearing a pretty nightgown with a bow at the top. you watched him scan your swollen body.

you were pulling all the routes as you lowered your voice, "i need a burger."

he looked at you incredulously, eyebrows raised putting his rough hand on your shoulder, "right now?"

you frowned, before rubbing your stomach, "yes."

he groaned, falling back to head head first. you bit your tongue to stop giggles from spilling out of your mouth. he was so soft with you now, and you knew that months ago he would never act like this. but you couldn't help but tug at his arm as a grunt fell from his mouth.

"do you really need it, mama?"

now you couldn't stop your smile. you loved it when he called you 'mama,' and you loved the gentle tilt of his mouth when he called you that. and you rested your head back, nodding. finally, he gave an annoyed sigh before getting out of bed.

"goddamn it," he groaned, pulling a cleaner shirt up his head. you rested at his feet watching him put on his clothes. there was something so domestic about the whole scenario. tanyhilll was full of pictures of the two of you, small pieces of the two of you.

finally, as if he realised you were watching him, he scowled looking at you. still in your nightgown with a frenzied look on your face, he seemed to sigh again.

"ah, don't you think you should change?" he murmured, hands skimming over your top. you melted at his touch, practically hopping into his lap with eagerness. he let out a laugh before gently pushing you away, "listen. you gotta change out of that. can't have you looking like that."

you gave him a cheeky smile as if it was the middle of the day instead of three in the morning. somehow you found increasing amounts of energy and rafe was always confused about how you did it all.

"look like what?"

he shook his head, eyes flashing with slight annoyance, "nah. 'm not doing that today. get up bun, 'n go change."

although he sounded demanding you couldn't help but feel your heart drum harder at his words, biting your lip as you pulled on one of his old sweatshirts.

that night you got your burger, and he got you.

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peakyltd · 2 years ago

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Peonies

I wrote this one shot for K’s (@runnning-outof-time) 'Tales from the Flower Garden, 3K Celebration'. The prompt I used can be found in italics (I might’ve even used it twice) 🤭

A/N: I wanted a challenge and I got one but no challenge is too big, right? It's my first one shot and it contains way more words than I expected, I didn't know I had it in me 😂 Now after rereading it a few times, I've became a bit unsure about it so I'd love to hear your feedback/tips/comments/anything! I hope that you guys like it! 💓

Extra note: The start of the story is set before the war.

Warning: Mentions of war. A bit of angst.

Wordcount: 3851

(Gif by: @thesoldiersminute. I take no credit for the gif!)

1913

“Goodmorning miss (Y/L/N).” A familiar voice rang trough the small flower shop, greeting her. (Y/N) recognized it immediately. “Goodmorning Mr. Shelby.” She giggled while turning around to face him. “What are you doing here so early in the morning?” Tommy leaned against the desk. “Nice to see you too (Y/N).” She rolled her eyes playfully.

(Y/N) and Tommy knew each other since they were kids, they were only 2 years apart and both grew up in Small Heath. She often played on the streets with the Shelby’s as kids and when they grew older, they hung out frequently. She worked in a flower shop in the neighborhood and Tommy loved to visit her there when he had the chance.

“I’m here to pick up some flowers.” He continued “Are you really?” (Y/N) asked him. “Have to make up something to Pol. I broke her expensive plates. She was furious.” He chuckled. “M' laughing now but I thought I was going to see god.”

Tommy was a soft and charming guy with a side full of mischievousness. (Y/N) loved that about him. He was easy going and she always had a good connection with the 23 year old Shelby. They had been friends for years after all. Although some feelings had kind of changed. It made her nervous, he made her nervous.

(Y/N) laughed. “What happened?” “Plates were on the table, Arthur was being an ass, I pushed him, he bumped against the table, you can guess the rest.” He explained to her. She shook her head, chuckling. “Poor Polly.” “Mind you I was almost a dead man, just saying.” He chuckled, while walking trough the small store.

“I think I'll go for these.” Tommy stated while picking up a small bouquet with pink roses and walking back to the desk, laying the flowers on top of it. “Aunt Polly will completely forget what you did if she sees these Tom.” (Y/N) joked, smiling at him.

While she wrapped the flowers up, he took a package of cigarettes out of his jacket. “Roses are you favorite too, right?” She looked up at him. “Yes an-” Tommy cut her off. “And Peonies. I know that.”

(Y/N) looked up at him. “Maybe I'll buy them for you one day. Would also look great in your bridal bouquet.” He looked at her, a cheeky smile on his face. (Y/N) gave him a confused look. "My bridal bouquet?" "Yeah, you know... for our wedding."

(Y/N) blushed, not knowing where to look or what to say. “Oh...” she muttered. Tommy took a cigarette out of the package, a big grin on his face.

“I uhm… yes they would look nice in a bouquet.” (Y/N) awkwardly stammered while she put the roses he chose, back on the desk in front of him. Tommy put the cigarette in his mouth, an amused look on his face. "Are you free tomorrow evening?"

(Y/N) nodded. "You planned the wedding already?" She joked, trying to ease down her own nerves but mostly hoping that Tommy would forget about her reaction.

"Not really but we can if you want." He laughed "I was thinking about going out for a walk. I want to show you something. You'll love it." "Okay."

"I'll come pick you up after dinner." He answered, as he takes the roses and puts the money on the desk. "See you tomorrow then." She smiled at him. "See you tomorrow miss (Y/L/N)." He said while walking out of the store.

Tommy was late, it was slowly getting dark and she was still waiting for him. Maybe he forgot, she thought until she heard knocking at her door. She got up to open it.

“I thought you wouldn’t come anymore.” She told him as she put on her coat. “I would never forget about you, eh." He defended as she walked out the door. "I hope not."

"You're questioning it?" He asked her whilst bringing her in for a hug. She giggled, hugging him back. Although she was nervous, his strong arms felt safe. She wouldn't mind just holding him the whole evening.

"Just kidding Tom." "I know." He mumbled as he kissed her forehead. "Ready to go?" Y/N blushed at his sudden move. "Yes."

The walk took a bit longer than she expected, it got dark pretty quickly and she still had no clue about where Tommy was taking her. Until they both ended up in front of a wall that seperated them from whatever could be behind it.

(Y/N) wanted to ask Tommy what they were doing here but before she knew he had already climbed on top of it and reached out for her hand. She hesitately grabbed it as he helped her onto the wall, making sure she could sit down safely.

On the other side was a beautiful garden with many flowers, lit by the moon that was now fully visible. A small greenhouse stood next to it and in the distance was a big house. It was barely visible because of the lack of lights.

“It’s beautiful Tom but I really think we shouldn’t be here.” She whispered. "It's fine (Y/N), nothing to be afraid of." He assured her while jumping off the wall.

"We're on someone else's property Tommy, I don't want to get into any trouble." (Y/N) pleaded whilst looking around, afraid that someone would caught them.

"Come." Tommy grabbed her hands and carefully helped her off the wall. "But I-" "Now look at these flowers and tell me what kind they are." He disrupted, eyeing her to see if she finally got why he brought her here.

When she realized what he meant she looked up at him. "Peonies..." Not knowing what else to say. "Your favorites." He smiled at her. "How did you find this?" "Came across it once while helping uncle Charlie and I thought you'd like to see it." "I do." She breathed out, looking at the flowers. Tommy took her hand and strolled with her trough the garden.

"They are so pretty, I'm sure their colors are even more beautiful in the daylight." (Y/N)'s fingers slided carefully over the peonies. Tommy took his coat off and layed it down on the grass, in the middle of the garden. The space was surrounded by the many gorgeous flowers.

"You can sit here if you want." (Y/N) turned around to face him and smiled at his gesture. "Oh, thank you." She walked over and sat down on Tommy's coat, he sat down next to her. "We could come back to see them in daylight." He offered.

"I would love to but I don't think the owner would like it." She mentioned as she eyed the house in the distance. "They don't have to know." He stated, looking at her.

She shook her head. "They will, if they see us." "I'll think of something." Tommy moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She felt the butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she leaned against him. "If you forgot your worries about people finding us here, what do you think of it?" He asked while stroking her hair. It was soft between his fingers.

"I love it. Thank you for bringing me here. It's very special." She admits as she looked up at him. His blue eyes meeting hers. "Special place for a special young lady." He beamed, stroking her rose tinted cheek gently with his thumb.

(Y/N) giggled, putting her hand on his chest. "You're making me shy." She softly admitted. "Nothing to be shy about, love." He told her as he held her gaze.

"You look beautiful in the moonlight." Tommy leaned in confidently but carefully, afraid of scaring her away. (Y/N)'s heart was beating fast, breath stuck in her throat. "Can I kiss you?" He asked her softly. "Please..." She whispered.

Tommy pressed his lips softly against hers. She returned the favor and slowly moved her hand to his neck, pulling him closer. Blood rushed trough her veins as his hand moved down to her hip, holding her firmer as he deepened the kiss.

She had dreamt often of this moment but never thought it would be this good. His lips were soft and his touch so gentle, she melted. He smelled like cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes, so familiar but this time it hit her different.

Tommy slowly pulled away from the kiss, a smile on his face. (Y/N) looked up at him, beaming as she took a deep breath. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Tommy confessed. “Me too.” (Y/N) admitted, placing her hand on his cheek.

Before Tommy could say anything else, Y/N had pulled him into another kiss already, this time a little more fiery. Her nerves seemed to have made place for more confidence. Tommy placed one hand on her lower back as the other grabbed her jaw gently. She moaned softly, her hands roamed trough his hair, pulling softly on the ends.

It felt like they were the only people in the whole world that moment. Just them, as if they were meant for each other.

This time she was the first to break away from him. slowly lowering her hands down to his chest. Tommy pressed his lips against hers again for a quick kiss. "I fancy you even more than I already did." He confessed to her as he looked into her eyes.

"You fancied me?" "Wasn't it obvious?" He laughed. "Well... I don't know. I thought I... I thought you didn't l like me that way." She stammered.

"And I wasn't sure about you fancying me until the day I came in to buy flowers." "What do you mean?" (Y/N) asked him, hoping he wouldn't bring up her awkward response.

"When I started about our wedding day, I never saw someone's cheeks that shade of red." He teased, grinning at her. "Tommy!" She gently pushed his chest, laughing at his comment. "Just kidding, love. But honestly, that was when I knew I had to shoot my shot."

A blush creeped onto Y/N's cheeks again. "Well I'm happy you did." She confessed to him, looking down at her lap, fumbling with her dress. "Don't get shy." He chuckled as he lifts her chin with his finger. "Now before I'll walk you home, I just want to do this one more time." He smiled at her before kissing her again.

Months went by since they shared their first kiss and they couldn't be happier. Tommy officially asked (Y/N) to be his girlfriend during a dinner he made. He made sure he wore his best clothes and had the house to himself. He had begged his family to let him have the house for a few hours. He tried to make her favorite dish because he knew how much she loved it and he wanted to impress her

(Y/N) showed up very excited for whatever surprise Tommy had planned for her. Candles had lit the small dining table and he made sure he had a fresh bouquet of flowers for her. Of course her favorites.

After dinner, they ended their night in front of the fireplace where they shared plans for the future, their future. After a while they decided to move to Tommy’s bedroom, not wanting to be bothered by any of the returning Shelby’s.

It was a perfect night, even though Tommy didn't turn out to be the best cook.

1914

"I saved a piece for you." (Y/N) said as she takes a piece of pie, neatly wrapped, out of her basket. "I know it's your favorite." She added as she hands Tommy the piece.

They agreed to meet at the cut in Tommy’s break. He was taking care of the horses to make some extra money. The cut was also the place where they could escape both their families for a while and spend time with one another. The faint sounds of the town in the distance.

"You didn't have to." "I wanted to. It's made with love." She giggled. "Thank you." He mumbled as he kissed her cheek, earning a smile. Tommy unpacked the piece of pie. "Don't you want a piece of it?" "No, it's all yours Tom."

A few birds flew by, Y/N watched them. "I wish we could be as free as them." She said, looking at Tommy as he eats a bit of his pie. "We could go wherever we wanted." He didn't react, his mind somewhere else. "Tommy?" He looked up at her. "Hm?" "Are you okay?" He nodded.

"Are you sure?" She asked him, worry on her face. He acted different and it confused her. "I have to tell you something" He eventually confessed. (Y/N) nervously played with his fingers. "I-I signed up for the military." He told her, staring at the water.

He knew he was going to hurt her and he dreaded telling her. He knew she would understand eventually. He just had to do it.

(Y/N) didn't know what to say. Many people had already been sent off to fight but she didn’t expect Tommy to go. Or at least she hoped he wouldn’t have to.

“Arthur and John will be joining too." He added.

“Oh.” She whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. “Where will you go?” She whimpered. “France.”

She fought against her tears but lost. Tommy put the pie next to him, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in for a tight hug. Her soft sobs the only thing to be heard.

“Don’t cry, love. It will be okay.” He tried to assure her as he rubbed her back. He didn’t know if it would be okay. He didn’t know anything.

“How can you say that?” She softly says. Tommy gently grabs her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Because I’ll make sure it will be.” (Y/N) looked at him, taking a deep breath.

“You have to promise me that you’ll come back. Alive.” Her voice shook, desperate for some kind of assurance. “I promise, darling. I promise you that I will come back.”

(Y/N) snuggled into his chest, softly sniffling. “Why, Tommy?” “I have to do it.” “Do you really?” “I want to.” He shortly explained.

“When will you leave?” “In two weeks.”

They held each other for a while, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time. Tommy stroked her hair as she stared at the water, not fully realizing what he just told her.

“Would you like to go out for a walk tonight?” He asked. She sat up and wiped the new fallen tears of her face. “Yes.” “We could go see the horses as well eh, they like your company.” He smiled at her, trying to lighten the mood a bit. “I’d like that.” A small smile on her face.

She got up and took her basket. “See you tonight then.” “Do you want me to walk you home?” “No, thank you. I’ll be alright.” She told him, straightening her dress. Just as she wanted to walk off, he called her name.

“Y/N?” “Yes?” “You can’t leave without giving me a kiss.” He said, looking up at her, a grin on his face. Despite the situation, she couldn’t help but smile.

1918

(Y/N) was nervously waiting on the trainstation. Today was the day Tommy finally would come back home. At least she hoped so, it had been weeks since she received his last letter and she didn’t want to think about what could have happened in the meantime.

She joined Polly, Ada and Finn who had missed their nephews and brothers. They all lived years in uncertainty, something that wouldn’t end until they were here. Back in their arms.

She remembered the last time she was here, sending the love of her life away. Not knowing if he would ever return. Tommy tried to cheer her up with his jokes, saying that it would be okay and that he would be back before she knew it. It still upset her when she thought about it. He wanted to be strong for her but she saw the fear and sadness in his eyes when they said their last goodbyes.

As the train approached, people started to gather on the platform. Most of them were finally able to see their loved ones again. Or at least they hoped so.

Once the train had stopped, a crowd had formed already. (Y/N) moved closer to to see if she could find Tommy. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to look over the crowd.

No sight of Tommy so far. Patience running low as she walked back to Polly. The woman saw the anxiety in (Y/N)’s face. “Just a few more minutes.” She tried to comfort her.

(Y/N) nodded, watching how soldiers walked over the platform, looking for their families. Others had already reunited with their loved ones. But there was still no sign of Tommy.

Minutes never felt that much like hours until she spotted a familiar face between all the uniforms. He seemed different, his hair was shorter and he looked older but it was him. “Thomas!” She yelled out, running to him, tears brimming in her eyes. He was finally home. Alive. Like he had promised.

She flew around his neck, Tommy wrapped his arms tightly around her. “I missed you so much Tommy.” She sobbed softly. “I missed you too, love.” He told her, pulling her in for a kiss.

(Y/N) looked up at him, wiping away her tears. Tears of relieve this time. When he met her eyes, she smiled at him. Soon realizing that something had changed. The little twinkle had made place for a kind of dull, emptiness in them.

Tommy stroked her hair, pulling her in for another kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moving her fingers trough his hair. Finally being able to have his lips back on hers.

“I’m glad you didn’t forget about me.” He mumbled against her lips. “I would never.” She stated, happy to have him safe back in her arms.

It had been two weeks since Tommy came home. Although she was very happy to have him back, things had changed. His demeanor was cold and distant and he talked less.

She knew he had seen horrible things in France, things that caused his sleepless nights and gave him awful flashbacks. Somewhere she hoped that it would take time for him to recover in some way but deep down she knew he had changed forever. The only thing she could do for him, was loving him. Be there for him when he needed someone. No matter what.

So that's what she did. She'd listen to him when he did want to talk, show him how much she loved him and take him out if he wanted, trying to clear his mind in some way.

(Y/N) stood in the kitchen, making sandwiches. As she wrapped them up, she put them in her basket. She decided to take Tommy out for a picnic, it was a sunny day and she hoped he would enjoy to spend some time outside.

She took her basket and went outside to meet him at his house. When she arrived, he was already waiting for her. “I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.” She said as she kissed his cheek. “You didn’t.” He assured. “I do have a meeting this afternoon so I can’t stay all day.” “That’s okay.” She told him.

“Where are you taking me?” He asked her. “You’ll see.”

Their walk was quiet, the wind blew softly and the sun warmed their skin. “We could’ve gone to the cut.” Tommy stated. “We could but we won’t. We’ll be going right there.” (Y/N) pointed at a gate.

He recognized it faintly but it still seemed different from what he could remember. Once they got closer he knew why.

The gate used to be a wall. The wall he helped (Y/N) over to surprise her with the beautiful garden that was hidden behind it. As he looked at her to say something, he saw her taking out a key. She took it to unlock the gate and opened it for him.

Tommy frowned, a confused look on his face. (Y/N) chuckled. “Are you going to ask something or shall I just explain it?” “Just explain it.”

“My boss bought the house. The land came with it and now we sell the flowers in the shop.” She explained to him. “I told him I wanted to take care of the garden and he let me. That’s why I have this.” She said, dangling the key before putting it into her basket.

Tommy nodded. "I came here often when you were away. It reminded me of you." (Y/N) told him as she took his hand. She brought him to the middle of the garden, just like he had done for her. She sat the basket down, taking the blanket and layed it on the grass.

They both sat down and she handed him a sandwich. “I made your favorite.” Tommy took of his cap. “Thank you.” He answered, looking around the garden. “I never took you to see them by daylight.”

“Now I’m taking you to do so.” She smiled at him. “We did lots of other nice things.” She added. “But I still should have taken you.” Tommy said, eating his sandwich. “You can still do it. It’s not too late for that.” She assured him. "We can go anytime we want now."

A comfortable silence fell over them as they finished their sandwiches. The sounds of birds and rustling of the leaves were calming on both of them. It made her think of life before war. Before Tommy had changed. She wondered if he could ever be happy again, dealing with such a trauma. It’s been a long time since she had seen a genuine smile on his face.

“Are you getting used to the life at home again?” She softly asked him. He looked at her. “Yes.” He answerd as he layed down.

“Come, I want to hold you.” He told her as he patted the spot next to him. (Y/N) layed down, her head on his chest. He put his arm around her, stroking her back. “I love you.” She told him softly while drawing circles on his chest with her fingers. “I love you too, Y/N.”

They stayed like this with each other for a while, enjoying each other’s company, until Tommy asked her if she could check his pocket watch. “It’s 2.30 PM.” She told him. He groaned softly. “I’m sorry, I have a meeting at 3.” He said, both of them sitting up. “I’ll stay here a little longer.” She said. “Are you sure?” (Y/N) nodded. “I’m sure Tommy, don’t worry. I'll get home safely.” She smiled at him.

Tommy got up and put his cap back on. “Thank you for… this. I appreciate it.” He said. “I’ll see you tonight, eh?” “I’ll see you tonight.” She answered as she watched him walk away. “Tommy?” He stopped walking and turned to her. “You can’t leave without giving me a kiss.” She told him, grinning. Tommy looked at her, a smile on his face.

One that she had been longing to see for weeks.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby one shot #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinders one shot

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ma1dmer · 8 months ago

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Cyberpunk - Elizabeth and Jefferson Peralez NSFW

i have two hands for a reason...

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): they sit with you, chatting about their plans, Elizabeth offers you a cigarette, if you are in a hotel they get some room service, if they are back home, Jefferson opens up a bottle of wine

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Jefferson loves legs, he digs his fingers in your thighs and your calves whenever he spreads your legs apart, kissing up he length of them, giving his wife the same sort of treatment. Elizabeth is similarly fascinated with your lips, she gently bites the bottom of your lip with every kiss.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): Elizabeth hates the mess, and the clean up, so its quite common for her to urge Jefferson to cum inside of you, either spreading your legs further apart until she can feel the muscles tick in your thighs from exertion or pushing your head down the length of his cock until it hits the back of your throat while ordering you softly to swallow

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): they love a good roleplay session, you as their cute little secretary, being ordered around by them, maybe you are their secret affair partner being caught in bed, or sometimes, mixing up things, Jefferson on his knees for you and Elizabeth, her lovingly tying him up for the two of you to use

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): They both have plenty of experience, they've been married a while so they know their bodies inside and out, if they wanted to simply cum they could be done in minutes, but where is the fun in that, you bring in something different to their dynamic

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): Jefferson likes you from the back, doggy style, pulling your hips back towards him, Elizabeth prefers you on your side, her thigh over your hip, her arm around your chest, most nights they compromise

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): definitely more serious, they aren't above being cheesy or joking around a bit, but its just enough to be relaxed, they are there for a reason and like to stay focused though

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): both of them keep themselves trimmed, Elizabeth lets a nice little landing strip

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): they never shy away from being affectionate with each other, maybe Jefferson pulls Elizabeth a bit too softly to kiss her above you, maybe Elizabeth holds his hand a bit too tenderly during the scene , whispering into his ear. Depending on your closeness to them you might be privy to this affection as well. However no matter what they still treat you to some nice wine every so often. Or send you a bouquet of flowers with another invitation.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): they have each other and you, they are usually offering each other a helping hand with that, so they don't need to be doing that

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): roleplaying, ropes, obviously threeways etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): being such public figures, they need their privacy, that doesn't mean they don't like to spice things up, they'll buy out a private space in one of night city's clubs just for you three to have fun, Jefferson is not above asking you to visit him in his office, something Elizabeth isn't too fond of, not liking the risk of you being seen coming and going by yourself

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): my wife and i saw you across the bar and we loved your vibe

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): i think they both would be into the idea of having pictures of the three of you having fun, but they would never risk being exposed like that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Elizabeth loves face sitting, she'll pull her panties to her side climbing over you without even taking off her skirt before taking a seat, when it comes to Jefferson she loves guiding your head, telling you exactly how he likes it, how to use your tongue, how to take him deeper, pushing against your throat to feel the shape of him inside your mouth

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): They like to take their time with things, they clear out their entire night for you so there is no point into rushing, its languid and depends if they take turns or gang up together

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): They like them, but usually you are not as easily accessible so they stick to being with each other when the need arises, if you pop up into their minds they'll use you as a conversation topic in their dirty talk and when they are done, they' ll make sure to call you up to plan for your next rendezvou

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): in theory yes, in action not much, their lifestyle doesn't let them and even when you are doing some sort of scene with them they drop it quite quickly in favour of chasing their pleasure

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): Elizabeth usually lasts longer than Jefferson, she'll always take over the second he is done, with her fingers, mouth or anything else to help you get off

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): almost a necessity, they are both big fans of them, Elizabeth with her strap on and Jefferson to keep you plugged up sometimes, never mind all the more special ones, like gags and ropes

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): this falls up to you, if you enjoy being teased, they are fully on board with itJefferson toying with you and then snatching his hand away when he feels you tightening around him or his fingers with a chuckle, Elizabeth gets a bit more creative, avoiding touching you where you want her the most altogether, playing with your chest or stroking your thighs instead

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): they are very talkative, especially with each other, lots of praise towards you, asking each other rhetorical questions about you, as if you aren't even there, merely an object to be used, Elizabeth is also more likely to order you around, even when you are topping Jefferson she still tells you what to do

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): between the two of them Jefferson is the more kinky one, Elizabeth having a few of her own kinks but usually quite happy to go with what he enjoys, or finding the middle ground for the both of them, Jefferson enjoys being a switch, while Elizabeth specifically enjoys being in control, so having you there is perfect for both of them

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): not very high, but the stress of their job gets to them, usually thats what makes them call for you, either something to celebrate about, or some stress

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Depending on your relationship with them you might be asked politely to leave or stay the night with them, if you do get sent away they always make sure someone has you escorted back to your place

#cyberpunk smut #cyberpunk #cyberpunk x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 x reader #cyberpunk 2077 smut #elizabeth peralez #jefferson peralez #jefferson peralez smut #jefferson peralez x reader #elizabeth peralez smut #elizabeth peralez x reader #.writing

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puddingyun · 10 months ago

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lighthouse . ݁₊ ⊹ j.wy

wooyo x reader

: 1k words, roadtrip, "runaways", fluff, homesickness, getting together, alcohol :

requests open ♡

From where you sat on the pier you could see one star twinkling among the grey-blue clouds, far away in the navy blue blanket of the night sky. As a breeze blew against your face, smelling of sea water and coconutty suntan lotion, you kept your eyes on that one star; a lighthouse shining at the other end of the sky, signalling so that you wouldn't get lost in its vast expanse.

"Here you go."

Wooyoung's voice startled you, drawing your attention away from the star keeping your feet on the ground. In one hand he held a bottle of cheap flavoured vodka (Vanilla, the label read in swoopy, curly letters) and in the other he held two glass bottles of Pepsi, clinking against each other as he set them down on the pier before sitting down next to you. You smiled at him, his dangling feet brushing against yours, and picked up a Pepsi.

"Thanks, Woo."

The smell of cigarettes wafted off of Wooyoung from where he sat beside you, the way it had for months now. Specifically, the smell was that of L&M lights, which Wooyoung insisted didn't linger as much as other kinds. Your nose wasn't skilled enough to tell the difference though, and so the smell of Wooyoung merged with the vague smell of tobacco and burning.

"You think we'll be here long?" you asked, the fizz of Pepsi still fresh on your tongue.

Wooyoung glanced at you with a little turn of the head that you nearly didn't notice, and then looked out back to the sea with his bottle of Pepsi between his thighs while he screwed off the cap on the vodka.

"I don't know. I like the ocean," he paused to take a swig from the bottle and grimaced. He let out a sharp, hot hiss of breath. "We could stay for years or leave tomorrow. Whatever you want. Nobody even knows our names here."

You smiled, putting some Pepsi into your mouth before you took the bottle of vodka from his hands and poured it in alongside the sticky soda. You gulped the mixture down, pretending it didn't taste foul.

"I'm getting kind of tired of nobody knowing our names," you admitted quietly. You looked out into the sky and saw that one star gleaming in the sky still. "Even the stars have names."

"I never thought of it that way," Wooyoung sighed. He turned to look at you properly this time, a small smile appearing on his lips the longer he stared. "You know... We can stay a while if you want."

"Really?" you asked, meeting his eyes. He nodded, keeping eye contact with you while you swallowed a mouthful of vodka straight.

"We could find a room to rent instead of staying at the motel. I could get a job, and we'd meet on the beach every afternoon. Buy some swimsuits or swim in our underwear," he mused. You could picture him in his boxers, holding onto your hand and squealing as you both ran into the cold ocean. You pictured both of you drying beneath the sun, sand in your hair and between your toes. It looked a lot like a dream come true.

"I could buy herbs to grow on the windowsill, and we could eat ice cream everyday until we got sick of it," you said, giggling after.

"That'd take a while... You know what I've always wanted to try? Root beer floats," he said, voice trailing off into a wistful mumble. You could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking of the life you'd both left behind, full of dull but comforting constants. When you'd set off on this roadtrip you hadn't anticipated what it would be like not having anything to rely on except for each other. When Wooyoung's eyes turned soft and worried like they did now, you were the only one who could reassure him he hadn't made a mistake.

You reached over and laid a hand on top of his, stroking your thumb back and forth against his skin. Slowly, his eyes focused more, staring out at that lone star just like you had been while you waited for him.

"We could learn the names of all of the streets. Make friends with the neighbours," he murmured. "Rent movies and fall asleep watching them."

He glanced over at you, looking for your smile of approval. When he found it, he grinned.

"It's not what we planned but... I'd be happy if I could build a little life with you," he said, his shy expression illuminated by blue moonlight and the orange glow that came from the street that seemed so far away from the end of the pier. "Anywhere you want would be fine with me."

You felt your stomach squeeze anxiously and took a sip of your Pepsi to quell your nerves. Tentatively, you leaned your forehead against Wooyoung's shoulder. He smelled like cheap detergent from the last motel you'd stayed at, ocean spray and cigarettes. Beneath those things, though, he smelled like himself: a little sweat, cologne that had worn off throughout the day, and the soft smell of his bedroom that lingered no matter how much time had passed since you'd been on the road. You inhaled deeply. He smelled like home.

You lifted your head and admired his profile. He was your home.

"We could stay here a while," you whispered softly. He turned his face, your noses bumping together as he did so. You both giggled, soda and vodka breath in each other's faces. He was so close, you felt you could breathe him in if you inhaled deeply enough. Instead you leaned forward and sealed the space between you both with a kiss. He made a small noise of surprise but made no move to pull away.

He laced his fingers with yours and leaned into the kiss, deepening it so you could taste his last mouthful of vanilla vodka. Even miles away from where you'd grown up, you finally felt as though you were coming home, your heart slotting into place in your chest. Wooyoung's lips turned upward into a smile against yours, excited for the life you were going to build.

In the sky, that lone star continued to twinkle its lighthouse glow, guiding you to where you belonged.

#pirateeznet #jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung fluff #ateez x reader #ateez fluff

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lixxen · 1 year ago

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Danny Fenton and his gas station job

This is a joke I made in the Ecto-Implosion server and had made pictures for. This is a Headcanon list for that.

Specifically made for @lavendarlily

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Danny got the job originally because he did not want to get a job at Nasty Burger with Valerie. He needed money to pay for things, as his parents were starting to take away his allowance.

Danny doesn't actually hate working at the gas station. It's not horrible pay and not a lot happens at certain times of the day.

He can't use the trash compactor, since he isn't 18. But he enjoys doing trash. It gets him off register and his coworker can cover reg until they have to work the compactor.

He hates making coffees. They take forever and Danny simply doesn't have the attention span to remember that he had coffee running.

He forgets to pull the coffee a lot.

Danny gives out free slushies to his friends and family. He doesn't get the point of charging them, especially if he gets them.

He likes to mix banana and mountain dew flavored slushie. He did it originally to make Sam pissed, but now he genuinely likes it. He committed too hard to the bit.

He hates IDing people. The company passed a policy where you have to ID everyone and it is the bane of his existence. Everyone argues with him, even if it isn't his fault.

Danny now judges people on what cigarettes they smoke. Oh? You smoke L&M Menthol longs? What are you. 45 and divorced? Marlboro NXT? What are you, a 28 year old frat guy? Get out of here.

When Vlad caught wind of his new job, he makes a purpose to stop in and bother Danny. He orders too much and makes Danny bring out fresh everything. It makes Danny's blood boil.

But Danny got his payback when Vlad went to buy wine and his ID was expired. No wine for Vlad. Not that he'd drink gas station wine anyways, let's be honest. He bought it to piss Danny off.

Danny has arguments with people all the time, as best as he could while keeping composure.

One time a lady complained about how the cold creamer she added to her smoldering hot coffee made it slightly less hot. He had to calmly explain 10th grade chemistry to her.

Danny has had to chase off exactly 16 birds that have wondered into the store to steal food. Six. Teen. Birds.

He's also experienced bird on bird violence that ended with a cup of ranch and other stuff on the window. They held a funeral that day in the fuel shed.

Danny has never been robbed at the gas station. The movies lied and he can't tell if he's disappointed or not.

Danny is always one fussy customer away from going intangible and knocking out a tail light if someone tells him the wrong pump for gas. Just one. He'll do it.

Danny hates the uniforms, by the way. They're itchy and he can only reasonably wear long sleeves underneath during the winter.

Also, the hats are ugly. He hates them. Why does he need hats?

His coworkers are pretty cool, though. They take smoke breaks (camel crush menthols or L&M full flavor shorts) a lot. Not that he minds, but he thinks it's ironic in all honesty.

Ghosts for some reason never show up while he's at work. He wishes they did because it can get boring.

On boring days, him and his coworkers will take pickle slices and throw them at the roof to stick them up there.

There are six pickles on the roof.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #gas station au #gas station

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namuneulbo · 1 month ago

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week one hundred and fifty four

i looked forward to the student pubs this week. i went to both the tuesday one and the wednesday one but he wasn't at either. m couldn't join me to the pub this week either so i went with my classmate a. she joined on wednesday as well along with j. i joined them after i finished work. went by the convenience store to get some cigarettes for a. i've never bought cigarettes before. they didn't even id me!

once i got to the pub, a bought me a beer (and the two others i had that evening as well to even out the cigarettes). i was feeling fairly happy and confident and with a little hyping from my friends, i ended following his insta. he accepted my follow request and followed back a few minutes later. i freak out a little bit and end up dming him just a few moments after us following each other.

"hi !! i stole some cards from u during exploding kittens last week. ur quite cute!"

after having sent that i throw my phone in my bag and take a bathroom break and then went to buy another beer. i come back. i fix my makeup. i try to drag out the time as much as possible but j catches on and just goes "CHECK IF HE'S TEXTED YOU!". so i do.

and he has.

"ah, i knew i recognized you from somewhere."

"you're quite cute yourself ;)"

so we texted actively for the entire time i was at the pub. he's been replying slow these past few days though. he didn't even text me once on friday. it's odd because when he does text me, he's very into it. so i don't know. he does to be fair seem like a guy who probably doesn't have his notifications on and probably doesn't use his phone a whole lot. green flag, i guess? we texted a little on saturday as well. he very tongue-in-cheekily sent a picture of ACTUAL feminist literature and went "oh no, i dropped the feminist literature i'm reading right now (170 cm btw)" and i feel like him being short truly ties it all together. he's so unserious TT

the two red flags he do have are his music taste frankly being quite horrible and him following a centrist political party on instagram. see, usually, that's enough for me to leave. i'm never going to date someone who's not a leftist like me. however, he also follows the socialist party and the green party. also lots of accounts about politics in general so i think he's pretty actively interested and i know many leftists who are really into politics also follow parties they don't support just so they can keep up with them. i'll need to smoothly start talking about politics with him.

kent are having some reunion concerts next year. sooo many people i know are going to try to get tickets. i hope i get some. i'm planning to go with l and l :D

h dmed me on thursday asking if him and his friend could get a discount at my job. i said yes. he followed me again. we talked for a little bit. it's a weird feeling talking to him. like, exes (or technically not because we we're never officially together but you know...) in general i guess because it's like "yo, you've seen my entire naked body and you've seen me cry but now we're just having the most simple small talk ever". it's weirdly beautiful.

l texted me as well on friday. i mean, l and i still talk quite a lot. moreso interact, i guess? we reply to each other's tweets and send each other tiktoks and stuff but this time we talked. for hours. we're still friends in that sense. sometimes i'm embarrassed about how i'm not really over him yet. i am, mostly. enough to date other people and like other people. i think i view our time together with very rose-tinted glasses. like... i mourn memories more than him as a person specifically. i think it'll always be that way. same for h.

i miss lying in l's tiny bed, his hand gently rubbing my exposed stomach while we listened to cds on his cd-player. i miss sleeping with h and waking up to an asleep him pulling me even closer in the middle of the night. i miss coming home to l's and having dinner with his family even though i was so shy and awkward. i miss teasing h by pulling away whenever he tried to kiss me and he'd get so frustrated and it was so adorable.

i recognize that these are all moments i will most likely have with whoever else i end up dating in the future. it's not so much about the person perse. i just miss having a connection like that. i just want affection and someone to show it to.

today i had a boring day at work. it just felt like i had no energy for anything. my boss kept nagging me and even though he's so kind, it still felt like it was so passive aggressive. some of my coworkers really despise him. i don't think he's that bad. he's not bad at all actually but you know... he's still my boss. it's intimidating working with him sometimes.

bff l called me soon after i got home. they caught me mid-piss while ordering ubereats. we talked for like two hours. it's nice catching up with her. now i'm in bed, preparing for a day of pure relaxation tomorrow. it's my first day off in over a month. i've always had work or school. tomorrow i have nothing. i should study but i decided to genuinely give myself one day with no obligations. i'll enjoy sleeping in and playing games all day.

sotw: kent - det kanske kommer en förändring

#namuneulbo #diary #tumblr diary #diary blog #online diary

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nokingsonlyfooles · 1 year ago

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WTYP: The Shandor Building, Part 11

[Do you like the colour of the fanfic? This is long and if you expand it you're gonna get the whole thing, because Tumblr hates you. Don't say I didn't warn you!]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 11: Shake Hands with Gozer

[Beware of strong language, mention of all kinds of death, gore, and Lovecraftian horror.]

[SLIDE: Shandor Studios, with the All Hail Gozer logo.]

[faint sound of a car alarm]

L: Oh, heck, it’s Gandalf…

[chirp-chirp]

[car alarm ceases]

A [dismissive]: You know, this is really not doing it for me anymore. The whole deal. Not even with a camera. No. Fuck it. Your personality is a real turn-off.

R: These chairs are still really comfy, though.

[rumbling, squeaking]

G: [muffled, into phone]: UH-HUH… UH-HUH… IN MY DEFENSE, THEY INSULTED MY DOGS AND SUGGESTED I ASSOCIATE WITH ELON MUSK, ABI… YES, ADMITTEDLY, BUT THERE’S NO NEED TO BE RUDE… MM-HM. WHAT’S IT CALLED? “CLIMATE CHANGE”? [with sudden excitement] OH! “GLOBAL WARMING!” YES! HOW LONG? OH, THAT’S NOT LONG AT ALL! NO, NO, I REALLY APPRECIATE THE IRONY. DIY APOCALYPSE! OH, YES, WE MUST GIVE THEM A CHANCE, MUSTN’T WE? HA-HA-HA. BUT, UH, DO YOU THINK THERE MIGHT BE… A LAKE OF FIRE? EVEN A SMALL ONE? [laughter] WOW! THAT SOUNDS AMAZING!

L: I don’t like where this is going…

A: Rocz, where the hell are my cigarettes?

R: I fed them to a dog.

A: What?

G: SO ABOUT SEVEN BILLION YEARS ON THE OUTSIDE? WELL, I GET BORED, ABI. YOU KNOW I GET BORED. WILL YOU KEEP PODCASTING AND KILLING THE SMARMY MORTAL “JAMES BOND”? HA! ALL RIGHT, I SUPPOSE I WILL MANAGE…

D: Did… Did Abi just say we’re going to keep doing KJB for the next seven billion years…?

L: Sounds like the fate of the world kinda depends on it…

A: Where is my fucking Slimfast bar?

R: Ibid.

V: Will you have a slice of meat bouquet, Lord Alice?

A: [screams]

R: You two gotta stop doin’ that.

Z: Lord Alice is mortal, Vinz Clortho. You are supposed to feed the mortals frozen peas. It is good for them. The demon David Tennant says so.

L: I think you’re a little mixed up about that…

R: Your dimension gets Amazon Prime?

Z: All hell dimensions have Amazon Prime. Where else are we supposed to get our blood plasma?

V: But we have no frozen peas to give, and we must depart our mortal hosts soon!

Z: You may rub our tummies, if you wish. It is good for your mortal brain meat.

L: Aww!

Z: Not you, Vengeful Mortal of Insults!

L: Well, this has been a total fucking waste of time!

A: Get away from me, you smell like Marlboros and despair.

V: It is the Slimfast bar…

Z: You want some of this, Frodo?

D [coldly]: No thank you, Sigourney.

R [warmly]: Good Terror Dogs… Good, good puppies…

G: HA-HA, RIGHT! THESE THINGS HAPPEN! WELL, I’LL SEE YOU AT THE CLUB TONIGHT. CIAO, BESTIE!

L: “Bestie”?

A: [sigh] It’s Mesopotamian rock-paper-scissors, don’t worry about it.

D: To think, all this time, all we had to do was summon Abigail Thorn…

G: VINZ CLORTHO! ZUUL! STOP BOTHERING LORD ABIGAIL’S FRIENDS!

V: Farewell, doughnut-giver!

Z: Never buy copper from Ea-nāṣir!

[electricity, crackling]

MILKSHAKE (M)]: آیا من یک سگ بودم؟ [TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Okay, it’s in Persian, but Google Fonts doesn’t do cuneiform.]

R: Oh, hey, it’s my cats!

PIZZA BOY (P): پدر!

R: Nah, don’t eat that meat bouquet, I have no idea who or what that is…

M: این انصاف نیست.

R: Say, Gozer, is this here permanent?

G: ALL CATS CAN SPEAK WHATEVER LANGUAGE THEY WANT, WHENEVER THEY WANT.

P: Das ist ein süßes Kopftuch.

A: Um… Danke?

M: Никогда больше не трогай мой животик.

A: [snickers]

G: SO! [claps hands] SORRY FOR THIS LITTLE MISUNDERSTANDING. HOW CAN I MAKE IT UP TO YOU?

[brief pause]

G: WHAT?

[crosstalk, complaining, “We are covered in horse viscera!” “Clean this shit off!” etc.]

G: RIGHT. SORRY.

L: And I want to keep my new van!

G: YOUR VAN BELONGS TO ISHTAR, BUT I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO. WOULD YOU LIKE TO FINISH YOUR PODCAST, MORTALS?

A: Oh, yes! Of fucking course we would!

[Rapid scrolling through 10 slides or so before landing on an image of Ivo Shandor.]

A: And in conclusion… Ivo Shandor can eat shit, I’m glad he got ripped in half, art deco architecture is hideous, I disavow everything Sumerian — except Liam’s van and possibly Abi — and billionaires contribute nothing of value to society! [panting] Does anyone have anything else?

L: Pronoun checks will save your fucking life! If any of you out there ever give us shit for the pronoun check ever again, I got a [bleep] with your name on it!

G: SERIOUSLY. THAT COLONEL-SANDERS-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER SUMMONED ME OUT OF A HOT BATH AND MISGENDERED ME ON PURPOSE — I’M GLAD I RIPPED HIM IN HALF TOO!

R: [drawing devil horns and an unflattering mustache on Shandor with the mouse] We have a segment on this podcast we like to call Safety Third…

A: What?

L: Oh my God, Rocz…

D: Fucking seriously?!

R: I’m sorry, but rigidly adhering to our unhinged podcast format has just saved our lives and possibly the entire world — and if we’d just done our goddamn intros we would’ve avoided that whole mess — so we’re going to do a Safety Third! Alice, the drop, please.

[“Shake hands with danger” drop]

[SLIDE: A pastoral oil painting that seems to be missing a figure with a shepherd's crook.]

G: OOH, THIS LOOKS FUN. CAN I PLAY TOO?

WTYP: NO.

D: And clear the slime out of my awesome control room.

G: OF COURSE.

D [suspiciously]: Be honest with me. If someone were to press a button and cover you in boiling hot lava, would that be an inconvenience?

G: OOH, DO YOU HAVE LAVA? I JUST LOVE LAVA!

D [slowly fading, walking away from the mics]: This has been a fucking waste of time!

[door slam]

R: “Dear Justin, Alice (or name pending)…”

G: IS THERE NOT GOING TO BE ANY LAVA, THEN?

R [with determination]: “Dear Justin, Alice (or name pending), Liam (yay, Liam) and potential Guest.”

G [distorted, too close to the mic]: HELLO, MORTALS! I AM PODCASTING!

L: Shut the fuck up.

R: “...I am an art-restorer by trade, a profession which, I’m sure you know, has its dangers. Apart from the usual face-melting chemicals, we deal with a lot of paintings of dubious provenance, many of which come into our hands with curses or angry spirits attached. It’s a little like working at the humane society. Most of them can be cleaned up and rehabilitated if you’re careful, but a select few will try to kill you. It’s not their fault, but you do always need to be aware of the hazard. For example, the attached image once contained the figure of a little girl who would slowly approach the foreground of the painting over a period of weeks, before crawling out of the frame and attempting to strangle everyone in the room with her shepherd’s crook.”

A: Oh. Yeah. Pretty standard.

L: Get a new bit, ghost children!

G: I TOOK THE FORM OF A DEMONIC LITTLE GIRL ONCE!

A: No one cares.

R: “We gave her a juice box and some crackers, and let her watch a Disney video (Aladdin, but I’m not sure if you can say that)...”

L: Dammit, how many times do we have to tell you? Do not write it if you don’t want Rocz to say it!

A: Was the time he almost finished reciting that Ashanti death curse not enough for you people?

L: You’re just goddamn lucky he mispronounced it!

R: “And now she’s happily attending the local junior high school. A lot of attached spirits are just hungry, or bored, or both, and are easily dealt with. After they’ve lived through a few near-misses like that, some of my colleagues start to become jaded and sloppy. For example, my boss, whom we will call Timothy Q. Jackass (the Q stands for ‘Clueless’)...”

L: Good. Good name.

G: I ONCE GAVE A JACKASS THE GIFT OF PROPHECY!

A: Go away.

G: …HIS NAME WAS TIRESIAS OF THEBES! WHAT? NOTHING? NOBODY?

L: Get some new references.

A: Read another elegy.

G: DO YOU HAVE A RIMSHOT IN HERE…?

A: Touch my laptop and die.

R: “One morning, Mr. Jackass rolled up to the studio with a tinted etching (image not attached for reasons which will become obvious).”

L: Vigo.

A: Fucking Vigo.

G: THAT CARPATHIAN CUNT AND HIS GODDAMN ART COMMISSIONS. NOBODY WANTS TO PAINT YOU, VIGO, NOT WITH THAT HAIRCUT.

[stifled laughter]

G [hopeful]: …OR THOSE SHOES?

A: [clearing throat] Don’t press your luck.

R: “I recognized a certain Carpathian with whom you are no doubt familiar…”

G: HA! YOU CALLED IT!

L: Interrupting is a privilege, and we will mail you a certificate when you have earned it.

R: “...and, of course, I advised Mr. Jackass to douse it in holy oil and set it on fire, as per the established procedure. Imagine my surprise when he told me he wanted me to clean and restore it.”

L: No. Don’t do it.

A: Step away from the abyss.

G: UNIONIZE.

[pause]

G: WHAT? ARE YOU MORTALS FUCKING SCABS?

A: …Alright, I am not autistic — that I know of — but I have no idea how to deal with this situation.

L: You enjoy human suffering but are pro-union?

G: YOU HUMANS WILL TOUCH A CAT’S TOES UNTIL IT BITES YOU OUT OF FRUSTRATION, BUT YOU WILL STILL FEED THEM AND PET THEM.

[pause]

R: Milkshake, Pizza Boy, will you ever forgive me?

M: Lo mismo ocurre con nosotros, cuando os enseñamos el culo antes del amanecer.

R: Is that a yes?

A: All I know is how to order a beer and ceviche…

L: Rocz, for God’s sake, finish the letter so we can get in my van and go home.

R: “I told Mr. Jackass what he could do with his etching, in language that is not very podcast-friendly, and he replied, and I quote, ‘Don’t be a pussy, it’s just an etching. It’s probably Latvian or some shit.’”

G: VIGO THE LATVIAN MAKES A DAMN FINE BLOOD SAUSAGE.

[stifled laughter, a certain amount of snickering]

G [wounded]: WHAT? I AM BEING SERIOUS. SAY WHAT YOU LIKE ABOUT JELLYFISH AND CEPHALOPODS, BUT IF YOU COME AT VIGO THE LATVIAN’S BLOOD SAUSAGE, I WILL END YOU.

[hysterical cackling, even from the cats]

A: Oh, God, oh, fuck no… Xe tried to kill us!

L: And xe’s doin’ it again!

R: It’s called catharsis, Alice! Laugh or cry!

[pandemonium ending in sniffles]

R: Ah… Ah… Oh, God… Lemme see here… “I reiterated my refusal, forcefully, and Mr. Jackass decided he’d teach me a lesson by restoring the etching himself. The next few weeks were remarkably quiet, with regards to Mr. Jackass, save for occasional instances of chanting. He rarely left his office and appeared to be sleeping there. He was also going through a lot of black candles. There was a single attempt to order ‘an unsullied infant boy’ from DoorDash, which was not successful. The next day, Mr. Jackass called in sick, so I figured he was at the exorcist’s and that would be the end of it. Imagine my surprise when I turned on the six o’clock news and found him declaring his candidacy for City Comptroller. From what I could gather, his platform included human sacrifice and a ‘skull throne tax.’ I had my hand on the phone to call an exorcist and report him, but my mean streak got the better of me. ‘Let’s see how this plays out,’ I thought.”

L: Did… Did he win?

R: “Don’t worry. Vigo the Carpathian, running as Mr. Jackass, suffered a resounding defeat and eventual exorcism. However, we restored and reclaimed so many paintings during his extended sabbatical, that before Mr. Jackass even had a chance to dye the blond bleach job out of his hair, the higher ups called him and told him, and I quote, ‘Don’t come back.’ That is how I became head of the art restoration department!”

[cheers, applause]

R: “The moral of this story, if there is one, is, ‘never interrupt your stupid boss when he is making a mistake.’”

G: A MODERN DAY SUN TZU!

R: “Love to you all, and be well.”

A: Aww, that’s actually very nice.

L: I hope Vigo fried that guy’s hair so bad he never recovers.

G: DAMN, I COULD GO FOR SOME BLOOD SAUSAGE.

R: This concludes Safety Third.

[“Shake hands with danger” drop]

R: Does anyone have any commercials?

L: Rocz…

R: Our podcasting format saved the world.

L: Okay, okay, but I got nothin’.

A: Same. You know where you can find us.

L: Right, we live in your basement. We’re watching you right now.

G: SAME!

R: If we want more Gozer the Gozerian, for some reason, where else can we find you?

G: IN YOUR NIGHTMARES!

R: Of course.

[SLIDE: The Amityville Horror House.]

R: Our next episode…

G: OH! OH! WAIT! I ALSO HAVE A TUMBLR!

A: Oh, my God, I have got to get off that hellsite…

R: Our next episode is on the Amityville Horror…

G: OOH, I LOVE THAT ONE! CAN I FIND IT WHEREVER PODCASTS ARE FOUND?

R: Uh…

A [tightly]: Don’t tell xem, just end the episode.

G: WHAT? TELL ME WHAT?

L: End the episode! END IT BEFORE DEVON HITS THE LAVA BUTTON!

G: HI MOM! HI GRANDMA! I LOVE YOU!

[soothing public domain music]

D [not drunk enough to stop being annoyed but still very drunk]: This is Future Devon… Fuck, I mean Present Devon. I have consumed all the liquor and ice cream I demanded from Gozer, and I am going to bed. If, as I suspect, this has all been an epic-length fanfiction from the diseased brain of some individual out there on the internet, when I wake up in the morning, I expect not to exist. This version of me, I mean. So, I would just like to take this opportunity to say: Fuck you. You will die alone. The pet raven in no way makes up for any of this bullshit — although I cherish him and have named him after Sir Ian McKellen. All these fucking Chekov’s guns all over the place, and you didn’t let me use my lava button even once. I will never forgive you for this. I am so done with podcasting, and everything Sumerian, but apparently I still have several billion years of Kill James Bond to go. [sigh] Okay.

[shuffling, sound of a laptop closing]

D: Come on, Sir Ian, let’s go to oblivion.

[long pause]

SIR IAN (I): This is Sir Ian, I am the raven who is talking now, my pronouns are he and him, and I thought you’d all like to know I work for Pazuzu. Don’t tell Dev, it would only upset them. I suppose I’ll put this up on the Patreon for them…?

[click]

[END OF TRANSCRIPT]

[And if ya liked that, I got a whole serialized story for ya. You let me work with my own characters and I get even more unhinged, just so's ya know.]

Thanks for reading!

#wtyp #well there's your problem #ghostbusters #long reads #fanfic #fanfiction #crossover fic #gozer the gozerian #alice caldwell-kelly #liam anderson #justin roczniak #devon #engineering disasters #podcast

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chicanomick · 2 years ago

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Hey Yadi!

Ho ho ho! Ready for some Gallavich holidays headcanons?

When was the first Christmas I&M spent together? Did they sneak to see each other as teenagers? Was it when they lived together?

How did they celebrate in prison?

What was the first Christmas gift they gave each other?

What did they get each other this year?

When was their first new year's kiss?

Merry Christmas! As is the Hispanic tradition I celebrated Christmas yesterday, didn't go to bed until 1 in the morning, and I spent all-day today recovering. Anyways thank you for your ask! I got a little carried away xoxo

Ian and Mickey have constant disagreements on their "first" Christmas.

Ian thinks their first Christmas was when they were teenagers. Ian snuck out of the Gallagher house to meet mickey under the L to smoke weed and make out in peace. They made out until the clock hit midnight and Christmas eve became Christmas morning. Ian pulled away at exactly midnight, looked at Mickey who had his eyes half-lidded, shivering against the cold, with kiss-swollen lips, and said "Merry Christmas." Mickey took a drag of the blunt they were sharing to hide his smile and mumbled out a quiet shut the fuck up before shotgunning the smoke into Ian's parted lips and kissing him again.

Mickey claims that since they technically weren't dating it doesn't even count.

He desperately wants their first Christmas to be normal and perfect, everything he craved as a kid watching Christmas movies at home alone, hearing the stories during the show and tell after the holiday breaks at school. So, despite never admitting it and always getting embarrassed when Ian mentions it, he goes all out once they get their own apartment.

After an entire month of decorating, buying presents, and worrying about making everything perfect all the Gallaghers pile into their apartment on Christmas eve and prepare for Christmas morning. It's chaotic, messy, and loud but after everyone has opened their presents Mickey pulls Ian into the kitchen. Hugs him and kisses the words Merry Christmas on his lips.

In prison, the Gallaghers came for visits throughout the previous week, one at a time to wish them a merry Christmas, so the day of it doesn't feel any different. They try to avoid accepting 'gifts' from other inmates and essentially spend the day like they normally do, Ian to the infirmary and Mickey to the laundry room. At the end of the day they pull out the goodie bags, which prison staff handed that morning to all inmates and they eat in peace. Exchange cookies and candies as they talk all night.

The first Christmas gift Ian gave Mickey was a goodie bag! In it was a cd he made containing songs that reminded him of Mickey, candy, a pack of cigarettes, and a shitty Christmas ornament he made in his third-period art class. Mickey called him gay but stole a CD player and listened to the cd titled Mick on repeat for weeks and hung the ornament on their Christmas tree at their apartment.

Mickey's first gift to Ian was also, surprisingly, when they were teens. It was a bag of weed and a shitty dollar store Christmas card that probably had a crude pun about jingle bells, but Ian was over the moon regardless.

This year Ian got them matching pajamas. Specifically for mickey though Ian got him an apron that says kiss the cook, new work boots, and a homemade get out of washing the dishes pass that Franny clearly helped him make. Mickey got him a candle for Ian's growing collection, gardening gloves, and a shitty Christmas card that has a crude jingle bells joke on the cover and a very heartwarming written message on the inside that makes Ian teary-eyed, and he refuses to let anyone else read claiming and quickly putting it under his pillow.

Lastly! Their first new year's kiss was in prison. With everything going on in their lives I don't think Mickey was ready for cheesy "gay" stuff like kissing at midnight, and when he finally did come out the whole thing with Ian's bipolar and trouble with the military started. So on December 31st, everyone has to be in their cells by 9pm but the guards make it very clear that they don't care if they go to sleep or not so almost everyone stays up and waits until midnight. They have conversations with other inmates and when the clock hits midnight Ian pulls Mickey for a long kiss while the jail is overtaken by loud yells and hollers in celebration of the new year. They officially survived one year in prison. One year together again. Mickey breaks the kiss by pulling Ian's shirt off, grinning, "Let's start the year off with a bang big boy." Ian follows him towards the bottom bunk and pulls out a packet of vaseline he was able to swipe from the infirmary. One year down, the rest of their lives to go.

#Thank you so much for sending this ask! love you!!1 #gallavich headcanon #gallavich #yaya writes

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thekrows-nest · 2 years ago

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(anon)

I’m puzzling for the third reason Gabby would be difficult to take out, and came to the conclusion that it would just plain be too suspicious.

Krow is a crafty guy, (not sure if canon but) his targets are usually people involved in criminal/unwise activity and alone at night with few witnesses. Easy targets. Police wouldn’t look too deeply into it due to their risky lifestyles and Krow could go in with his team later to clean up any evidence he missed the first time.

Now Gabby’s normal life would raise too many flags, and she is connected to Krow through Dove. (And if Dove works at the same cafe he has absolutely been seen there, is possibly even known as a regular.)

There would be no chance to grab her unless it was in broad daylight or breaking into her home which are too risky. There may be cameras outside work. She would have no compunction in screaming and making a scene the moment she sensed something was off, alerting witnesses before he could silence her. She would be too stubborn and rude to lure off alone or to ‘help him load the truck’. She wouldn’t let him close enough for chloroform or accept a drink.

People would be aware of Gabby’s suspicion of Krow. I can’t imagine she hides her disdain. If something happened questions would be asked. As a suspect his home could be searched and his side hustle discovered. She doesn’t seem to be the type to have a lot of friends around her all the time but maybe she still has a couple aside from Dove, and it would be quickly noticed if she didn’t go to work or buy her regular cigarettes. It’s just too risky for a smart criminal.

But now I see Gabby also might have a powerful ally who would go after him?! 👀🫣 (She doesn’t seem like the type to be with another yan. Undercover cop? Bikie family? Huge buff gun nut family member or partner? Something supernatural? As much as she swears otherwise.)

As for Dove believing Gabby. Unfortunately I think my Dove is a gullible naive dumbass who thinks Gabby might be a bit paranoid. (Or even a bit jealous! Ehehehe! *throws handfuls of drama on the situation and further pits Gabby and Krow against each other*) Gabby protecting Dove all the time may have even led to this sheltered worldview, and many warnings have dulled their credibility.

It’s probably at the early stage where Krow has slowly and carefully become familiar in a non-threatening setting, he’s an acquaintance that subtly flirts but hasn’t done anything too forward, and his charm works. He’s flown under the radar.

Even for someone smart as Gabby proof would be incredibly hard to get. She’s operating on a hunch and would have no idea what to look for, would be unable to figure out his deal or even follow him home. (She’s probably dead if she managed to get that far.)

If somehow proof were produced Dove would be incredibly torn and confused, thinking it was a misunderstanding. They wouldn’t be able to keep a poker face about it and would have it drawn out of them or even stupidly confront him.

Naturally Krow would gaslight them (A-are you sure Dove? Y-you know s-she doesn’t l-like m-me m-much. Have I ever d-done a-anything to you?) and if that failed then Dove might just get kidnapped and Gabby dealt with if possible.

It is not looking good for Dumbve. 😔

God damn a whole analysis here. /pos

That all does fit. Gabby would be difficult to get rid of for all of those reasons. Much too suspicious and too close to Dove. Gabby is not at all quiet or subtle about her disdain for Krow, and Krow is smart enough to know that if anything bad happened to her, he would be a likely suspect. He would have to be VERY careful and methodical in getting rid of her if he were to do so.

Buuuut you are getting close with the true reason why it'd be difficult to take her out when you said she may have an ally. 👀

As for Dove and Gabby. Gabby just sighs at Dove's naivety and overall... dumbassery. Probably why she would be so keen on warning and protecting them in they're just too gulliable for their own good. If Dove ever suggested that Gabby was jealous of Krow though, she would thoroughly and greatly insist that no, she is far from jealous of him.

In all when it comes to Gabby and Krow, it really would be a game of cat and mouse in one trying to stay a step ahead of the other. Krow trying to make sure he leaves no evidence, Gabby trying to find any dirt on him she can. There's varying factors for both of them that make it difficult for each other.

And yes, of course Krow would gaslight Dove and have them believe he could NEVER do such a thing! Him? Do something so terrible? Never! And Dove, you know that Gabby doesn't like him. You know that sometimes she can be overly paranoid and a worrywart. ):

DUMBVE JFGGB;GJKDFGN That nickname my god.

#gabby asked and answered #krow asked and answered #the krow's nest verse #the krow's nest #winndy talks #dove aviary

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mrlenesmck · 2 years ago

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( florence pugh , 20 , 10 april , cisfemale ) ϟ ━ woah , i think i just saw MARLENE MCKINNON ! there’s been so much happening lately that i totally forgot about the HALF BLOOD but i am glad to see HER still around . they always had wanted to be A HIT WITCH , i wonder how that’s going. the last i heard about them was that they might be involved with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX , but i’m not sure how true that is. besides, they always seemed UNFLINCHING and COMPASSIONATE . although , now that i think about it they were also RECKLESS and SELF-DESTRUCTIVE . still the GRYFFINDOR alum always reminded me of EVERYTHING I WANTED by BILLIE EILISH and THE SEA BREEZE BATTERING DOWN YOUR WINDOWS , THE KIND OF WARMTH YOU FEEL IN YOUR BONES , CIGARETTE ASH ON YOUR TONGUE. i hope they haven’t changed too much !

I N T R O

full name ➵ Marlene Mórrígan McKinnon.

nicknames ➵ Marls; Kinno; Marley; Lena; Mick; Mickey.

pronouns ➵ she/her/hers.

birthdate / age ➵ 10 April, 1960, 3:07 am / 20 years old.

birthplace ➵ Blochairn, Glasgow, Scotland.

childhood home ➵ The House of Scar, Sanndaigh (Sanday), Orkney, Scotland.

current residence ➵ Diagon Alley, London, England.

sexual orientation ➵ Bisexual, Biromantic.

blood status ➵ Halfblood.

occupation ➵ Hit Wizard.

affiliation ➵ Order of the Phoenix.

P H Y S I C A L

height ➵ 5 feet, 3 inches.

body type ➵ slim figure; soft natural kibbe body type.

hair ➵ dirty blonde or dyed brown; soft and straight or wavy.

eye color ➵ green.

dominant hand ➵ right.

FC ➵ Florence Pugh.

voice ➵ Laura Fraser ( natural Scottish accent ).

special characteristics ➵

prominent freckles on shoulders;

birthmark shaped like a stone on her left thumb;

tattoo of arrows pointing down on her left forearm just below her inner elbow;

tattoo of a bee on her inner left wrist;

tattoo of a match stick on her inner left wrist;

tattoo of a doe for Lily.

smells of ➵

salt and seaweed;

apple shampoo;

dragonhide leather;

cocoa butter lotion;

coconut body wash.

E M O T I O N A L

zodiac ➵ aries sun; capricorn rising; virgo moon.

MBTI ➵ ENTJ (“The Commander”).

positive traits ➵ dauntless; compassionate; family-oriented; unflinching; adventurous; dedicated; observant; vibrant; benevolent; loyal.

negative traits ➵ self-destructive; reckless; overprotective; dogmatic; relentless; ruthless; restless; impatient; stubborn; blunt.

likes ➵ arguing; Firewhiskey; Fantastic Beasts & Where to Find Them (the book); dueling, family; cobblestones; buying records; bell bottom jeans; the Montrose Magpies; protecting her friends; Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans; apple crumble; Quidditch World Cup; Led Zeppelin; salted popcorn; coffee; red wine; going to rallies; parties; smoking (of any & all varieties); making her dad proud; her owl.

dislikes ➵ having to follow instructions when she knows she’s right; bigotry; Pepper-Up Potion; silver masks; the color orange; fake banana sweets (c’mon, really); any team other than the Scotland National Team (because Scotland is FAR superior, losers); losing; being asked why she supports the Magpies when her great great grandmother (maternal side) was a Parkin in blood (of the Wigtown Wanderers); mayonnaise; foods that are too spicy; strawberry jelly; disappointing people; funerals.

amortentia ➵

broom wax;

apple cider vinegar;

leather;

the sea;

water lilies;

shortbread.

M A G I C

blood status ➵ halfblood.

wand ➵ Aspen, White River Monster Spine core, 12 inches, unyielding.

Pottermore, Ollivander: Wand-quality aspen wood is white and fine-grained, and highly prized by all wand-makers for its stylish resemblance to ivory and its usually outstanding charmwork. The proper owner of the aspen wand is often an accomplished duellist, or destined to be so, for the aspen wand is one of those particularly suited to martial magic. An infamous and secretive eighteenth-century duelling club, which called itself The Silver Spears, was reputed to admit only those who owned aspen wands. In my experience, aspen wand owners are generally strong-minded and determined, more likely than most to be attracted by quests and new orders; this is a wand for revolutionaries.

Aspen ➵ ‘yearning for justice’ comes out as them being executors; adaptability is core trait; least associated with death compared to poplar and black poplar; communication comes easy for them; highly aware of own mortality; elemental composition is primarily fire and ice based; talent for charmwork, dueling, martial magics, ancient rituals and magics; best subjects include charms, defense against the dark arts, history of magic, ancient runes and arithmancy; aspen wand owners work best in groups and are energised by the presence of other people.

Pottermore, Ollivander: American wandmaker Thiago Quintana’s harvesting of White River Monster spines initially raised concerns of over-fishing, but because he was the only one who knew how to lure the creatures, the ecological impact was not severe. They were no longer used as a wand core after Quintana’s death (in new wands), as he took the secret of luring the creature to his grave. This core produces spells of force and elegance.

White River Monster Spine ➵ often choose masters who are steady, observant and passionate, who choose what is right over what is easy, are unafraid of hard work and enjoy challenges but also stubborn, stubborn enough to feel like they have to go it alone even when they don’t have to and have strong instincts that make it difficult to accept being told to stop when they believe they’re in the right, are self-sacrificing and far too willing to play martyr, good at adapting to tragedy and putting aside their own feelings, highly attached to certain places and people and will defend them to their utmost ability; masters are often sensitive to people’s and creature’s vibrations and are good at judging the intentions of others and their presence in general and if trained could be able to distinguish between vibrations of different creatures, at highest level this would bean differentiating individual being’s vibrations; elemental composition of this wand is water and plant based, with earth as secondary element; talent in magic with transformation, travel, protection, regeneration, agriculture and sensing; best areas of magic include transfiguration, herbology, defense, magical creatures and potions (divination may be too overwhelming for them); ivory, navy blue and black ripples are emitted during spellwork and magic smells of algae, water lilies and a tang of apple cider vinegar; possesses ability to self-heal after being injured; highly attuned to owner’s favorite places and can act as a compass, pointing their owner towards home.

Ellie, McKinnon lore: Aspen and White River Monster Spine is a very rare, if nigh on impossible to find, combination. Quintana took the secret of acquiring the spines to his grave, and no other attempts since his death in 1934 have ever been successful. Only 3% of his wands were ever created pairing the core with Aspen. Some years before his death, the then 74 year old Chalmers McKinnon purchased 6 of Quintana’s wands - one Aspen, one Poplar, one Lilac, one Sycamore, one Sea Buckthorn, & one Black Locust - at the request of his wife, noted Seer Ismene McKinnon, all of which were ended up locked away in the McKinnon family vault until the newest generation of McKinnon’s turned 11 and were able to attempt to find their match. Until Marlene came along, only two of the wands ever found their master - her father, and her aunt, Iola. The rest of the wands still remain unclaimed, and after her father and her aunts deaths, both wands were buried with them.

Combination ➵ makes for an excellent and complementary combination; the owner is a passionate revolutionary who are never content with the state of things and are persistent and steadfast in their desire to change the world around them; reliable wixes who perform best under pressure, who are strong willed and refuse to back down from just about anything, which is especially true if they are defending or protecting something or someone; good at compartmentalizing and focusing on a mission to the point that people can believe they are cold and unfeeling but the opposite is much closer to the truth as they put their all into their beliefs, often stretching themselves thin, are horrid on relying on others and will work themselves to the bone if permitted; martyr complex is woven through their very being; observant, not much gets past them, and are excellent judges of character like a ‘human sneakoscope’; can be excellent leaders or followers if they are being led by someone they consider competent; don’t care much for material objects; excellent reflexes and above average pain tolerance; elemental composition of this wand is fire, ice, water and plant based; talent in magic with transformation, rituals, travel, protection, regeneration, agriculture, vibrations, dueling and charmwork; overall an excellent all-around wand; silver, black and periwinkle ripples are emitted from this wand during spellwork and its magic smells of snow, water lilies and cinders; works well in all temperatures and does not need special products for hot temps like other aspen wands; when grouped with other aspen wands they will communicate with one another and can perform group spells if required; core is territorial against other white river monster cores and the cores feed into each other during duels (the longest duel of such endured for 12 straight hours); has the ability to self-heal after being injured; wand can act as compass.

patronus ➵ Hippocampus.

animagus ( would-be ) ➵ Horse ( Thessaly breed; white with grey dopples ).

E D U C A T I O N

Hogwarts class ➵ Gryffindor, 1978.

extracurriculars ➵

Gryffindor Beater / September 1973 - June 1978.

Wizards’ Chess / October 1973 - June 1973.

Duelling Club / September 1974 - June 1978.

Remus Lupin Appreciation Club ( unofficial club ) / September 1975 - June 1978.

Duelling Club President ( unofficial position ) / September 1977 - June 1978.

courses & exams ➵

O.W.L.s

Ancient Runes - O

Arithmancy - O

Charms - O

Defence Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

History of Magic - O

Muggle Studies - E

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

N.E.W.T.s

Ancient Runes - O

Arithmancy - O

Charms - O

Defence Against the Dark Arts - O

Herbology - O

History of Magic - O

Potions - O

Transfiguration - O

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

health ➵

suffers from an undiagnosed panic disorder.

pets ➵

Apostolos; the Eurasian eagle owl.

handwriting ➵ Signerica.

F A M I L Y

Chalmers McKinnon ➵ b. 1828, d. 1945; great, great - grandfather; Ravenclaw; deceased; pureblood

Ismene (née Dumont) McKinnon ➵ b. 1830, d. 1960; great, great - grandmother; Beauxbatons; Seer; deceased; pureblood

Kinloch McKinnon ➵ b. 1868, d. 1954; great grandfather; Hufflepuff; Mermish translator; deceased; pureblood

Astraea (née Greengrass) McKinnon ➵ b. 1869, d. 1979; great grandmother; Slytherin; stay at home mother & socialite; deceased; pureblood

Phillip McKinnon ➵ b. 1899, d. 1980; grandfather; Ravenclaw; Unspeakable; deceased; pureblood

Amaryllis (née Parkinson) McKinnon ➵ b. 1907, d. 1980; grandmother; Apothecary; Slytherin; deceased; pureblood

Sebastian McKinnon ➵ b. 1933, d. 1976; father; Gryffindor; Cursebreaker; deceased; pureblood

Clothilde (née Watkins) McKinnon ➵ b. 1935; mother; Ravenclaw; retired Healer; alive; muggleborn

Iona (née McKinnon) Moody ➵ b. 1942, d. 1979; aunt; Ravenclaw; Auror; deceased; pureblood

Alastor Moody ➵ b. 1943; uncle; Ravenclaw; Auror; alive; pureblood

Marlene McKinnon ➵ b. 1960; herself; Gryffindor; Hit Wix; alive; halfblood

Alexander McKinnon ➵ b. 1962, m. 1980; younger brother; Ravenclaw; Unspeakable-in-Training; missing and presumed dead; halfblood

Ambrose McKinnon ➵ b. 1962; younger brother; Slytherin; Tattoo Artist; alive; halfblood

Iris McKinnon ➵ b. 1965; younger sister; Hufflepuff; student but also a Seer; alive; halfblood

T L ; D R

Gryffindor 1978. Seeker (‘73-‘78), Wizards Chess (‘73), Duelling Club (‘74-‘78). Graduated (mostly) with O grades and despite a less than stellar detention record.

Eldest child of Sebastian & Clothilde, older sister to Alexander, Ambrose and Iris McKinnon. She was taught piano at a young age, though Iris had more musical talent than Marlene ever did, and Alexander used to pretend he knew how to play the bagpipes, when he did not. Alexander and Ambrose were a Ravenclaw and Slytherin respectively, and Iris was sorted into Hufflepuff. (She’s always been fiercely protective of Iris - she once punched someone who called her a duffer.)

Parents are Clothilde (Hilde) and Sebastian, Hilde being a former Healer (having retired after giving birth to Marlene) and Sebastian remaining a high profile Cursebreaker until April 1980 and his untimely death. Hilde often referred to Marlene as her ‘wilder’ child, though Alexander and Ambrose were both plenty wild in their own ways and often roped Marlene in on their games and vice versa. Sebastian was very proud of his children - he considered them the best of him, and he was open about it, to a fault.

She’s very proud of her family. She always has been. Being sorted into Gryffindor only bolstered it - she’s proud to take after her father, to be like him in so many ways that infuriated her mother almost to no end (and also endeared her to the same extent, too). It was there that she met her other family - the only family that she now has left. She didn’t like them all, not at first, but she loves them, deeply, down to her bones.

She came out when she was 15. She’d been caught behind the greenhouses with her hand down Florence’s blouse when they’d been caught by Sprout - which ended with her nearly knocking all of them out with the potted Mandrake she was holding and, also, two weeks detention for skipping class. She wasn’t scared, really, to tell her friends - she was more apprehensive about what her brothers would say. (Her first kiss with a boy was with a fellow Gryffindor.)

A couple of months after that incident, Marlene’s father died - the details she was given were sketchy, and she was the one who had to forced her way into being there when her siblings were brought out of class to be told about it. The only person she let see her cry the day they buried her father was her aunt Iona. Her mother needed her to be strong for the funeral, her siblings needed her to keep them together (especially poor Iris), and she refused to let them down.

She once made the girls - Mary, Lily and Dorcas - promise that they’d be friends forever. It’s gotten a little harder to keep that promise over the years, but she loves them - and the boys (men, now) - more fiercely than she loves almost anyone else in her life, even if it’s all so much more complicated now than it had been when they were at Hogwarts, when they were just children, not people forced to grow up too fast, to fight a war.

For Marlene, graduation couldn’t come soon enough, but then tragedy struck: her favourite aunt died after there was an attack on her and her husband’s home. The grief was too powerful for her to put into words. The anger and confusion she felt, the blame she felt was on not only Alastor but herself for being too slow to answer the call for help (despite not being law enforcement at the time). It was all devastating for her, and led to somewhat of a downward spiral for several months.

She applied in December 1978 to be a Hit Wizard under then Head Archwilt, having been a bartender for a few months in self-imposed exile (she refused to see her favourite uncle Alastor when all she could feel when she looked at him was that he was to blame) - when she was accepted, she, of course, got blackout drunk and woke up in Hogs Head. (She has since developed somewhat of a rapport with Aberforth.) (He would not entirely agree, but begrudgingly allows her to stick around on her days off. She enjoys the time with his goats.)

More recently, her younger-but-eldest brother, Alexander, just a month after graduating and being accepted to become an Unspeakable, disappeared without a trace. They searched and searched and searched - Marlene all but begging the Auror Office to keep the case open, but nothing, yet, has been found. Suffice to say, it’s a blow that Marlene doesn’t think she’ll ever fully recover from. The Order has been more than a safety net for Marlene: it’s the one place where she feels like her grief, her anger, her heartbreak, is even being heard anymore.

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dinohenry · 2 years ago

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Today was quite a pleasant day, a normal day at school. I had a little problem with cigarettes, they don't taste as good as before. I always smoke L&M blue, today I bought green. For the last week of my illness I did not smoke anything, after the first cigarette after the break I had convulsions. It passed quickly, I hid in an alley (I'm posting his photo here). I like pipes, smoking is my moment for myself, to think. I go behind the gallery next to the school, I can serve in peace and quiet. I hate noise.I also noticed that I started to distance myself from friends, not enough to lose contact but I gave myself more time for myself. It's nice Once, when I was 11, I considered spending my breaks alone a failure, that I am a loser and no one wants to spend time with me, now that I have matured, I decide for myself how I spend my time and with whom I spend my time.

After school lessons I had a very bad headache, I thought I was going to throw up. At home, my boyfriend called me right away, he was making music (he's making very good music). I was terribly grumpy, I feel stupid now because he's a good guy, I don't want to take it out on him.

I bought a new keyboard and headphones with a microphone today, good buy hahah

#cigarette #nostalgia #zdrowie psychiczne #polishcore #polish

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reddogf13 · 1 year ago

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Outlast 2: Deliverance CH 6

Also on A03

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - Dead Dove Do Not Eat This takes place in the Outlast 2 universe after all.

Previous chap: Ch: 5 Deluge

Next chap: Ch: 7 Badlands

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~Ch: 6 Apothecary~

Without any more incidents they traveled across the mountains. Rain poured down on them the whole time causing fear of more mudslides before they reached sparser areas of the forest. Taking in the view of the land off the last mountain peak they were to climb over. Temple Gate couldn't be seen, but ahead they saw the outside town. Surrounded by nothing much but open scrub land. Its space easier to cross between the mud than when in the forest. Rushing themselves to make it in time they reached its edge by sun down.

Blake spoke to John and Marta. “You two stay here. I don't want too much attention on us.” Mainly Marta, but he didn't want to leave her alone. Pushing forward with Jacob and James to find some farming supplier first before closing. Basics for survival were priority on the list. Making a deal on a used, but good hauling truck he convinced the seller to take cash, no questions asked or involving any paperwork. Loading that same truck with bags of seeds James looked over. Down some aisles Blake was grabbing tools by the arm full. Noticing shelf's holding packages of water testing kits. Shoving a bunch of those into carts to test the lake when they returned. He'd know for sure then what was safe to drink or not. Moving next to the gas station they bought a fuel tank they strapped down to the back. The bags of seeds helped to secure it. Although Blake was terrified of the journey back now. Imagining the whole fuel tank rolling off down a mountain or slamming into the front and leaking.

“How much you think this will last us?” Blake asked Jacob in terms of fuel. Following him onward to the doctors office.

“Six days if you reconnect everything. Twice if you leave disconnections. Good enough I say, but we can take a second trip w-w-with the truck if we wanna.”

“That's it? I thought it'd get us closer to a month.”

“I told you, to haul a week's worth back you'll need a truck. Temple Gates generator needs 2,208 gallons to fill it. That would last us little over a month with e-e-everything plugged in.”

“Shit, a truck ain't enough. Need a goddamn tanker to bring that much back.”

“Mmhm, you can see why Knoth only had us buying this much now and again.”

“You can drive, right? Check out another truck for fuel, go back to grab more cash when this is done. Then drive back to buy and load up.”

“You think you got enough for that? Gas itself will be the k-k-killer on cost.”

“Think so. That fat bastard has so much stashed away.”

“We heard he got money from some loyal f-f-followers from the outside, but only ever saw what he gave.”

“He's got followers on the outside too?”

“Not any more. Before Temple Gate he taught us some people were after him and destroyed the last place. A l-l-lady who gave him a ranch to preach on. She gave him the money to run everything. M-m-must've grabbed it before he ran.”

“Sounds right.” The two headed into a small white office to the front. A lone clerk at the front smoking a cig dress in white baggy clothes and a few gold chains around his neck. Soon as the clerk saw Jacob a huge grin stretched across his face. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth. “Aww shit, if it ain't one of those righteous followers. Haven't seen you in a while, where's the rest of your posse?”

“Gone, here to fill out-” Pulling out the branded patch that was waved right off.

“Yeah yeah, don't need to show me that thing every time. What's with those two?” Waving to Blake and James.

��New travelers.”

Pointing to Blake in particular. “He don't look like one of you.”

Blake gave a crooked smile. “New to the cause.” Unwilling to explain his whole situation up to now.

He eyed Blake suspiciously. “How so? That town out there don't like new faces moving in.”

He took a deep breath to lower his growing annoyance. “Like you, I don't want a lot of questions. Old management got a sudden retirement of six feet under from me and now I'm running things.”

“Mm, I gotchu Mr. manager. I'll fill out your prescription.” Putting the cig back in his mouth he stood to head for the back.

Being stopped by Blake. “I'd actually like an appointment with the doctor. I need to change my prescription.”

“Mm.” The clerk blew out a cloud. “Doctor don't like sudden prescription changes. Unless it sounds urgent enough for him.”

“It is. My prescription isn't lasting long enough. I need a couple refills.” Removing his bag to show the bricks of cash inside.

“Oh yeah, that definitely sounds urgent enough for the doctor. Lemme set you up an appointment.” Disappearing into the back for a few minutes before returning. “Aight, doctor will see you now, but only you two. Third boys gotta stay out. Doctors in the office end of the hall. Don't go nowhere else.”

Doing as they were told they headed into the back office. James sitting behind in the waiting room. Blake and Jacob were greeted by the doctor dressed far more professional than his clerk. Balding with thick black rimmed glasses dressed in a white coat over a dark vest and red tie. Having a gold right canine in front of where another tooth was missing in the back. “Nice to see you again. My clerk told me things were different back at the church. That why you haven't been back for your prescription?”

“Yes.”

He faced Blake. “Then you're the new patient I'll be treating from now on?”

“Yes.”

“Good, my name is Dr. Luke and I'll be taking care of your needs. Your name?”

“Blake.” Glancing down at the doctor's gold desk plaque. “Not going by your last name doctor?”

“Prefer not with anybody honestly. Forget bad apples, my family's a whole rotten orchard.” He laughed. “Nice to meet you, now onto business. You wanted a change on the usual order?”

“I need the same thing, but a shit ton more.”

“How much more? A bag of bottles?”

“No, I mean like crates. I need crates of this stuff to help a whole town's worth.”

“Goddamn son, what was old management doing out there?”

“Can you get that much?”

“Of course I can. It's all about cost and whether you can pay it.” He pulled a calculator from his desk. “Roughly, how many you think are sick? And when do you want these crates?”

“Let's say 200, soon as possible. Town needed this years ago.”

“That'll hike the price to the extremes.” Typing in numbers. “Okay, for a single crate of 200 bottles. 40 pills each. Adding on a delivery within this week. It'll cost you $83,000 per crate delivery.”

“FUCKING HELL! It's not that much!”

“This covers everything from pills, shipment, bribes to pass it through the red tape. Insurance that you're getting the real thing and not sugar placebos.”

“And profit.”

“Heh, that too.” He grinned.

“Lower it.”

“What? I can't do that.”

“Yes you can, it's not that much.”

“Of course it is.” The doctor laughed. “What do you kno-”

Blake grabbed onto the doctor's coat to yank him across the desk. “I'm a fucking reporter! You know how many drug cases I had to follow. How many officers I know and interviewed on this stuff. I could walk into a police station right now and have your ass arrested in minutes!”

“Of fucking what? They can't arrest me on the words of some crazy cult.” Attempts to free himself of Blake's grasp halted by the next threat.

“After all the ungodly stuff I've seen. If I can't get those meds then there's no point in keeping you around. I will skin you right here and now on this desk.”

“Okay, okay!” Luke pacified Blake's deadly rage. “Best I can do is $42,000.” Sitting back in his chair when let go.

“Better. I don't have enough cash on me right now. Can I put down a deposit to get the order going and tomorrow afternoon I can pay you the rest?”

“How much you got on you?”

“$13,670.” Setting the bag in front of him.

“I'll need to count it. If it's at least that It'll work.” Gathering up the still damp bill stacks. Each of them startled back by the door rammed down.

“Marta?!” Blake surprised by her appearance. “Why'd you do that?!” He motioned at the door off its hinges.

A nervous James behind her. “Heard a lot of yelling and banging around. So I fetched her.” The doctor's clerk glaring from down the hall.

He sighed. “Everything's fine.” Turning to the doctor. “Sorry about that, I'll pay for the door.”

Luke didn't answer, stuck squinting up at Marta.

Which agitated her greatly. “What?” She snapped.

“Your neck, never seen wire embedded into people. Neglected dogs at most when their collars got too small.”

Blake took a look at the wound. Her skin already growing over it. Its sight made Blake feel a phantom pain around his own. Should get that taken care of. “Can you treat it?”

“Yes, those college papers on the wall aren't fake believe it or not. Was easier to have a real business made, but prescriptions is where the real money is.” Snickering about it. “Let's head down to the actual office.”

Marta got the wires cut free from her neck. Needing Blake to repeatedly tell her everything was okay. Left behind were two large rings that would eventually scar. Soaked in a cleansing solution before being wrapped. Reminded again what the doctor gave her was safe. A shot of antibiotics and one for tetanus. Her ankle looked at next. A dislocation that was fixed by a loud snap back into place. Reaching the limit of her patience it was left unwrapped. Told that she should expect to walk normal again in a few months. Doctor checking next on Blake who was covered in twice as many wounds. From holes in his hands, a still bleeding gash on his head, his stabbed leg being the big ones.

“Whoever packed your leg did a good job. Bleeding stopped without any inflammation.” Luke commented after washing out the gash. Giving Blake the same shots he gave Marta. Everything else cleaned and properly bandaged. Blake noted to himself that they still needed a lot more supplies. Batteries, food, bandages and definitely more fuel. Rubbing his face by the time they left the doctors place. Grouped back at the truck.

“S-s-should we start driving back now or in the morning?”

“Morning, when we can see the forest. I don't want to rough it off road in the night. Stay here, I'm going to buy us some fresh food.” Leaving to a nearby diner he saw staying open. Putting in an order of burgers with cups of water. Using the last bit of money on him he pulled from his back pocket. Happy to return with something hot and not from a can. “It's not steak, but I think you'll like it.” Passing a take out tray to Jacob. The small traveling group enjoying the finer meal before going to bed. Sleeping in the truck or by a campfire nearby.

Traveling back first thing in the morning was nerve wracking. Traversing rough terrain with a full load shifting back and forth. Threading it through trees at an angle that could have sent them rolling down if a tire slipped. Patches of old driven paths gave a moment to relax before the next rough patch. Blake gave himself another task of building a road. Driving into Temple Gate earned them a lot of looks. Seeing who it was stepping out, people returned to their daily tasks. Farming supplies all dropped off for James to start. Gathering up more people to ready the fields. Gas emptied into the generator stuttering itself dead when they came. Disconnected set back onto the power grid. More money collected for a second trip to the outside. This time only between Jacob and Blake. Marta placed back on patrol, refusing to rest after her ankle was set back. John headed out with his son to catch more food. Temple Gate, managing well on its own, was able to gather enough for soup again. The Voltaire's had stayed away, purely focusing on the traveling party was Blake's guess.

Their next visit to the outside didn't last nearly as long. Meds were paid off, trucks loaded up with a variety of fresh canned foods. First aid kits of all kinds along with boxes of batteries. Taking up a short tanker truck to properly haul gas. The amount he spent that day would have had his past self die of a heart attack. Traveling back was a whole other mission with the tanker. They couldn't just off road it like the truck. Taking up the goal to carve a road earlier than first planned. Logs chopped just enough to pass through. Boulders chained and pulled from the earth out of the way. Threading a few trees they couldn't do anything with.

“Okay, this better fill the generator for the month. Because I'm not doing this again anytime soon.” Blake mentioned to Jacob after parking by the generator.

“Should do it.”

“Should have bought a plane. It'd be easier to air drop supplies.” Joking to himself. “But I sure as hell ain't flying in it.” Checking in on how the town was doing. A lot of buildings fixed up to at least be stable for living. With how ramshackle some were he wanted to improve them into actual homes, from their current shack made of scraps. Is there a carpenter around here? Searching to ask Marta if she knew anyone who fit.

“Liam was a builder.” She pointed to someone.

Another older man with a head full of gray hair. One of his eyes permanently shut from a crushed socket done long ago. Him and Blake talked it out on what was needed. Wood was the first major thing. Given the permission to clear trees from what would be their road to the outside. Solving two things in one. Liam was given a group of workers for assistance and as apprentices for future needs. Blake, being run down these past few days, went back to his storage room for much needed rest. Time disappeared to the next day for further planning on how the town was managed. Gathering the kits he bought to test the water for everything imaginable at separate points. As James told him before, the upper river rapids were perfectly safe. The lake itself not so much with its high mercury levels and the southern river shouldn't have anyone going near it. Being the main end of the mine's old runoff. Testing the few wells in town he was happily surprised to find them safe. Passing along that news to the whole town.

Taking more pills he stared down at the bottle in hand. How to get in and out? Tackling the quarantine area. They should be helped like everyone else was. Last time I was shot at, buried and almost eaten. I need some armor before I go in. Even if Nick and Laird are dead, someone else could have picked up the crossbow by now… And those who've been sick far too long… Should I go back to town on my own? Tell the government about everything? What would happen to them? If the law saw all the crimes committed here would any of them not be put in jail? Some kept a clear enough head to know what was going on, but had no choice if they wanted to survive. Law may not care too much about that. People won't react well to strangers coming in. especially the Voltaire's. That'll be a massacre in the woods for sure. As for the land itself, its occupation is completely illegal. Everyone would be immediately evicted, and then what? None of them can survive the outside. No street smarts or a shred of paperwork to get help. No, best not hand the reins over to the government. Tossing that idea away.

I enter quarantine, then what? Convince them I'm there to save them, this time, as long as they don't eat me. Hand out pills to those who can still take them. Others… Could I decide?… Leaving them would be cruel and the meds can't take back the years of organ damage. Rubbing his eyes of a developing headache. Really living up to my Angel of Death moniker. I shouldn't force them to stay in that death camp. That place needs to be burned down for sterilization. New place should be built where they can be watched and treated. Move them there after giving pills. Wait it out then reintroduce them into Temple Gate. Shoving the pills away to go find a length of barbed wire. Inspecting how thick the entwined sections were. I think this should be enough. I got a week to bend this down into something usable.

“Sir.” A woman's voice caught his attention. Facing her he saw her hands out with a piled set of neatly folded clothes. “Made these for you.” Smiling when she handed them off.

“Wow, thank you. You don't have to give me anything though.”

“I know.” She held her smile as she left.

He took his new gift and the barbed wire back to his room. Changing into one of the new sets immediately after not having a change of clothes for twelve days. Fresher than he's been in a while he looked over the old clothes. Gotta wash these after a soak in bleach. Will marinating in mercury lake kill anything on it? Snatching a bucket and some dish soap off the shelf's he wandered over to the southern river. Scrubbing the fabric ten times over to the point his hands were turned raw. Least I got more clothes now. Plopping his old set on a shelf. Should make this into an actual bedroom sometime. Grabbing a pair of wire clippers to use. Snipping down the bundle of barbed wire into a pile of mini pieces. Turning those into rings he layered along to other rings. A square of them forming the start of a chain mail vest by the end of the day. Tired from the intricate work he went to check on everyone else.

The grand hall filled with people eating another meal of soup. “Evening, sir.” Greeted by Mathew, John's son, cooking in the kitchen. He was the youngest of them all from what Blake could tell. Maybe having turned fifteen recently. He was covered in scars as much as the rest, but nothing too noticeable.

“Evening.” He greeted back as he scooped himself a bowl of soup.

“We couldn't find much today so I threw in a few bags of rice. If that's okay.”

“Yeah, long as everyone gets to eat. Hopefully soon we can live off farming and leave the pantry for emergencies.”

“Would be grand. My father says your getting medicine for the scalled. Are you going to save them?”

“Going to try. I don't think we should call them scalled anymore, they're just sick. When they get actual medicine they'll get better.” Taking a bite.

“Have you seen the quarantine before?”

“Entered it once on the way to heretic mountain.”

“Could you look for my mom? She was sent away a few years ago.”

Blake choked down his current spoonful of soup. “I - I'll uh try. I can't promise anything.” Gloom settled thickly in the air. “I don't think I'll be able to save everyone, to tell you the truth. The longer Knoth let them suffer the less of a chance they have. If it comes down to it, where medicine can’t help...”

Mathews' gaze turned to the floor. “I understand.” Head brought up to ask. “Can I come with you when you go? If nothing can be done I can at least say goodbye.”

He didn't want anybody following him in, but how could he say no to that. “Sure, but it could be dangerous. Last time they tried to eat me.” He warned through a nervous smile. Doing his best to eat his meal.

“I'm not afraid, I'll be with an angel.” He nervously smiled back.

“Oh yeah…” Mumbling the next bit. “Angel of Death.”

“You're doing a shitty job then, sir.” Raising a laugh from both of them.

“Night Mathew.” Leaving the kitchen he passed Marta. “Have you rested your ankle at all?” Knowing full well she didn't.

“The wicked get no rest, so neither do I.”

“It won't get better unless you do.”

“Someone has to watch the night.”

“When do you sleep?” Asking earnestly with her being up both times of the day. The look she gave him didn't help. “You have to sleep sometime. You should pick some people.”

“I can stand on my own.” Huffing at the suggestion. “You think I'm not strong enough?”

“I don't want you dying from exhaustion. What happens if you fall sick? If you can't do anything at all, then what? We should have a guard to enforce some law around here. Stop trouble before it devolves into another riot.”

She mumbled some verses, but tuned into his suggestion. “What does the angel want?”

“Pick at least twelve people who can keep watch. Fast runners with muscle. If something goes wrong they can help. If they can't, then they can run to you. You'll be in charge of them, to train them on what you know. When you feel they're trained enough, put them on a watch schedule. six for the day and six for the night. If they end up doing something you don't like. It's your choice how to punish them. You won't have to come to me.” Hmm, should make a proper jail somewhere. Need to put someone somewhere if they break the law. Knoth's jail wasn't fit for even a dog kennel.

“I will do what the angel asks.” On her way to pick a few souls for the duty.

“Thank you.” He spoke. returning to his room where he finished his bowl of soup. Jumping into bed for another night's rest.

Halfway through the night Blake woke to running thoughts. Bits and pieces he looked over that were important for later on. Need more housing to be made. For the newcomers and for the ones whose houses burned down. Curing them won't matter much if we suffer a repeat. Wanting to be shot with an arrow rather than run a sex ED meeting. Unable to sleep anymore he went back to his work desk. Making more links to chain together on the small patchwork he had ready. Focusing on that long enough for the sun to rise. Aware of the time because the light reached under his door. He stretched with a yawn to go find Liam.

A brief meeting to discuss what also needed to be made. A full list of orders that needed some to “Be finished by end of the week.”

“End of the week?” Liam was taken aback. “With all your asking, it'll take a few months.”

“This is really important. What if you had a lot more helping you?”

“It'd help, but with so many not knowing the trade it could still take longer than a week.”

“Take as many as you need. Quarantine area should be finished first. New houses can wait a while longer. In a week I want to move the scalled out into the new quarantine area. After fourteen more days I want to move them into new houses.”

“Where do you want these new houses?”

“Somewhere around here. Any extra land you clear of wood set them there.”

“You want to bring the scalled into town?”

“They won't be ill anymore at that point. The goal of the new quarantine is to set them closer. Where they can get proper care without being forgotten and neglected. I have meds coming that can cure them after fourteen days.”

“Mm.” Liam let out a grumbling growl. “Long as I don't have to get near them. Should I surround it with wire to keep them from wanderin'?”

“Chain link only, wire won't be necessary.”

“What if they try climbin' over?”

“If they want to run I won't stop them.”

“I mean if they want to spread their disease to us livin' better.” His bitter tone souring Blake's own mood.

“I think they only want to get better. Don't you think?”

“If I were them I'd want everyone to suffer as I have.”

“I wouldn't.” Turning the topic. “When they're brought out of quarantine, safe and healthy to interact with. They'll need houses to move into. Wherever you can clear flat land.”

“I got it.” Unenthusiastic about details. “It'd be easier reclaiming the rot for 'em.” Shot a glare he clarified. “I don't mean a trash heap. There are buildings out there that have rotted from mismanagement. Won't be long before they're a pile of junk. The walls need to be completely rebuilt, but the foundation and inner workings should be fine. Wires to the power lines, pipes, sinks, stoves and what furniture that survived the years. They'll take half the time compared to a scratch build.”

“Work on those then. Know how many there are?”

“Whole districts worth. 18 houses we can fix up from rot. Maybe 20 more if not too far gone.”

Breaking down the area to Blake. Working out a firmer schedule to get things ready. More men brought over to have a whole task force to get the job done in time. Crossing paths with Marta and her newly selected guard on the way to check on others.

“Will they do?” She asked for Blake's final word.

Each one had some muscle on their tall frames. Held back by a lack of good diet Blake was sure of. Still not a single one scraped the height Marta stood at. “They'll do.” Dipping his head in approval toward them as he headed off. Scouring the mountain he found the hunting party led by Mathew. “Where's John?”

“He's setting traps along the mountain. He didn't like bringing too many because it startled the food away. Left our scent all over the area that made traps useless. Did you need to talk with him?”

“No, just checking in. Everything's getting so big around here I'm afraid I'll miss something if I don't.”

“If it's about orders, could give 'em through the radios.”

“Ugh.” His skin crawled at the mention. “I rather not, it disconnects me from people. Makes me become a faceless voice spitting orders to everyone. I rather meet and hear about any issues in person.”

“What about making deacons?”

“Huh?”

“Deacons, they were under Knoth to pass messages. Paul used to be one, before he was ordered dead, we brought issues to since he was of the few Knoth listened to. Same for Laird and… Val, when they were chief deacon.”

“Yeah, that's a good idea. I don't think I could call them deacons though. I don't flow much with the religious thought Temple Gate had before.”

“Lords then, runners of land and its people under the king?”

“Works for me.”

“Can I be a lord?” His excitement warmed Blake.

“Maybe, I'll think of who should get a title. Good luck hunting.” Waving goodbye. Passing down the mountain he saw the building team clearing trees. A huge line of road cleared surrounding the tire tracks. Sections of trunks chopped to haul easier back into town for further processing. On the wind he could smell the fresh cut wood. Breathing easier through his asthma. Ruined by more rain pouring down. This place ever stay dry? Isn't this supposed to be the desert? Rushing through to avoid becoming soaked. Stepping down the great hall to pick up his work at the desk. Sighing tiredly at the dull work of ring links he took a break first. Wanting to carve something to relax from all the stress of running a town. I should choose who should manage what. Chipping away to carve out a simple rabbit figure. Then a few small chickens. Focusing back on his chain mail when his carvings felt finished.

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