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[yawnderu]

K-9 — Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader | Chapter I

Sick as a dog, and just as vicious.

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Simon Riley and his pathetic efforts to get close to the new medic will earn him a scar or two

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Simon Riley is crushing on an uninterested, tired medic.

''I don't mean to be rude, but I'm getting tired of seeing you here.'' Your blunt words are met with a quiet chuckle, the masked man looking up at you with pure amusement in his eyes.

'' 'M trying not to get injured, bird.'' Oh, but he isn't. He's actively getting injured just so he can drop by and get your help. It's stupid, really, how his obsession with you began. He thinks about the first time he saw you, standing right next to Price, an unamused expression as he went on and on about his team, telling you stories of their missions and time together and despite how bored you looked, your attention was solely on him.

He took that chance to look at you, to truly admire you, noticing the way you pull up your glasses every few minutes even when they're not sliding down your nose, the way your eyes were focused only on Price, paying attention to no one but him, legs crossed while sitting next to Price, your face resting on your hand.

''Clearly not trying hard enough.'' He can't help the way his cock twitches at your bored tone, the small frown on your lips just making him think how pretty you'd look with his cum all over your face— he shakes his head softly, trying to get his mind out of the gutter, focusing on the fast and professional work you're doing on his injured arm, pulling the skin back together with a beautifully done stitchwork.

''It's hard being out there.'' He tries to make conversation and all you can do is hum in acknowledgement, gaze focused on the way the needle digs into his skin, coming out of the other side just to be pulled back together with the thin, transparent thread.

''Y'know Gaz was hanging from a chopper by a bloody rope?'' He knows you're close to Gaz, he has seen you talk to him often, and so he tries to desperately make conversation again.

''Scared the shit out o' the old man.'' His efforts work as a small snicker escapes your lips, stopping working on his stitches as you collected yourself. You look up at him with an amused glint in your eyes, nodding your head. God, he has never seen something quite as beautiful.

''Cap told me about it. Poor guy had his whole waist bruised.'' You let out another small laugh before turning your attention back to the deep cut in his arm.

''If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're getting injured on purpose.'' His heart almost stops as your cold eyes look back up at his, an eyebrow raised, yet there's a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you notice his lack of response.

'' 'M not.'' Is all he can say, the knowing look you give him enough to make his blood boil, traveling all the way down to his throbbing cock, thankful for the black hoodie sprawled across his lap to prevent the blood from leaking into his jeans. You ignore all the... beige flags, knowing he's not stupid enough to actually get injured on purpose. You finish stitching him up, throwing away the tools used and the bloodied gloves.

''Keep the wound dry for 24 hours, if any of the stitches come off or the wound opens, come to me.'' You softly pat his shoulders, a small yawn escaping your lips as you look up at the clock on the wall; 0200.

''Tired?'' He asks sarcastically, earning him a way-too-hard pat on the shoulder. Simon woke you up at 2 in the morning, claiming his wound couldn't wait. It wasn't even as bad as he made it seem, though you appreciate your work with the TF141 more than you let on, so you decided to help him. It isn't the first time he wakes you up at outrageous hours, claiming to need help for things ranging from a pathetic paper cut to a gunshot wound. This time, his arm was the only thing affected, a cut big enough to need stitches.

''Very. Now get out.'' Your hand sneaks into the back of his uniform, tugging softly and he gets the message, standing up and allowing you to guide him out of your office like he's a child. He doesn't care if it's you.

''Goodnight, Simon.'' You can barely keep your eyes open and he feels a slight sense of guilt at keeping you up, knowing you'll have to be awake again in less than 3 hours.

''Night, Doc.''

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[eternalxvenus]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ broken promises pt. 4 ࿐ྂ

summary: Rafe promised to take you out and spend your birthday with you, but you don’t hear from him all day and then suddenly he shows up at your door trying to explain.

wc: 1.8k

notes: i really hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! part 5 will be the final chapter for this series! (there were a few people who asked to be in the tag list but i can't find the asks in my inbox anymore im so sorry!! if you happen to see this comment/message me again to be added!)

previous chapters: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

You woke up this morning and felt so much better than you had in the last few days. Rafe not only cleared everything up, but he also practically poured his heart out for you. Now you both would head back to OBX and hopefully everything will be normal. Both of you know Topper lied and you'll probably have to talk to him about it, which is something you weren't looking forward to.

Leaning over the bed you glanced down to see Rafe's shirtless body still sleeping. You got off the bed with your blanket and snuggled up next to him on the floor. Immediately, you question how he was able to get any sleep down here. As you tried to get comfortable, Rafe stirred awake. You looked up at him with an apologetic expression. "Good morning. I wasn't trying to wake you."

He groaned softly, looking down at you before smiling at you. "Sure you didn't. Good morning, sweetheart." Rafe rolled on top of you, leaning in to give you a kiss before you stopped him.

"Morning breath," you said with a shake of your head, placing your hand over your mouth. He gives you an unamused look before moving your hand away.

"I don't care about morning breath. I gotta make up for all the time I spent not kissing you these last couple of days."

Rafe gave you one long kiss on your lips. It was so soft and caring like he wanted to express all his love for you with the feeling of his lips on yours. He slid his hands down to your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. "God, I missed you, baby. You have no fuckin idea," he whispered.

You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face. "I missed you too." Sitting up, you moved from under his hold and leaned against the side of your bed. "But we aren't having sex in my parents' house, especially while they're here."

He placed his head in the crook of your neck before sighing, "It's okay, I can wait." 

"Alright, let me up so I can go brush my teeth and get ready," you giggle, pushing him off you lightly. He rolls onto the floor dramatically. "I'll be here waiting."

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While you were going around getting ready, Rafe's eyes followed your every move. He knew that he probably looked creepy staring you down like this, but he was just appreciating you and how he was so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend. Rafe was attracted to you the moment you both met at the country club. Your confidence, your style, even the way your perfume still lingered in the air even after you left.

He'd never admit it but you had him wrapped around your finger the minute you agreed to go on a date with him. You were too good for him, so accepting and supportive even when he'd try to push you away. Love wasn't enough to describe how he felt. He was fucking obsessed. Willing to do anything and everything for you. His personal heaven.

The sound of snapping brought him back to the present. "Hello? Did you hear me?" Rafe shakes his head. You roll your eyes, something he can never take seriously when you look so damn stunning. "I said I'm ready to go."

He gave a brief sign of acknowledgment so you'd know he heard you, but his eyes were focused on eyeing everything from your hair to your shoes. "C'mere, I wanna hold you for a bit," he said softly. He rarely ever heard himself like this, the soft side of him being reserved for those special moments with you. The moments when his heart felt like it was beating so fast it would come out of his chest, or his face would heat up with a light tinge of pink on his cheeks.

You made your way over to him and straddled him on the bed. "What, you miss me giving you all my attention?" you teased.

Rafe gave a small smile before kissing your forehead— He knew better than to mess up your lip combo so soon— "Yeah, something like that."

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Since Rafe had brought his truck with him to the mainland, he drove you both back to the ferry going to OBX. He didn't talk much during the drive or the ferry ride back but he kept his hands on you at all times— holding you in his lap, putting a hand on your thigh, or an arm around your shoulder— he was keeping you close.

Once you arrived on the island, you thought Rafe would take you straight home or to Tannyhill until he mentioned having to stop somewhere first. You didn't think anything of it but when you saw The Boneyard coming into view you looked over, confused. "Rafe, what are we doing here?"

"I just gotta take care of something alright? Stay here I'll be right back." He got out of the truck and started making his way toward the sea of people drinking and hanging out.

With a sigh, you got out of the car shortly after, following behind him. Immediately you saw him heading in Topper's direction, making you pick up your pace to catch up to him.

Rafe reached Topper just before you did and was staring him down with his arms crossed. "What's up, Top?" he said in a harsh voice. Topper gave a confused look at his attitude before trying to seemingly move on. 'Hey Rafe, what's good, man?"

When you reached them you put your hand on Rafe's arm in an attempt to pull him away. "Come on Rafe, please just do this later." You didn't want to make a scene with all these people here or risk him getting in trouble, but he ignored your attempts.

"Do you wanna tell me why you told my girl I cheated on her?" his voice was eerily calm as he spoke, you almost wished he were yelling instead.

Topper looked at Rafe in silence before he shrugged. "Listen, man, you were coked out of your mind and got all up on your ex. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't even remember. But it's on video and everything, I was just trying to look out for her and do the right thing."

By this point, a few people who were close enough to hear the conversation had started watching, eager to see what was going on. Kelce, who had been standing next to Topper, looked just as confused yet interested as everyone else.

"Oh, so you have the video? Let me see it then." he urges.

Topper rolls his eyes but takes his phone out and plays the video. It's the same one he had sent to you that you now know is old. "See man? I'm sure you regret it or whatever but it happened. You fucked up." he has a small smirk on his face as he said it like it was the hard truth.

Rafe licked his lips and nodded. He pulled his phone out and showed Topper the photo that was actually from the party. "You took this photo at the party, right?" Topper nodded "So?" A chuckle left Rafe's throat. "So... I'm wearing two completely different outfits. Why don't you show me the date on the video Top."

Topper was silent for a few moments before his smirk dropped and an angered look took over his features. "You don't fucking deserve her, Rafe! You know she'd be better off with me. You'd choose drugs over her, you would choose yourself over her!"

Your eyebrows shot up at his outburst. Topper was jealous. Rafe got closer to him, getting into his face. "I should've known you'd go after her. You were the one who convinced me to do the coke after I told you I'd quit you fuckin' prick!" Topper shoved Rafe but he only stumbled a little before lunging at Topper and throwing a punch. Kelce and a few other Kooks who were close by rushed over to try and break it off but Rafe wasn't letting up.

"Rafe! Stop, let's just go!" you shouted, trying to get his attention. Someone had finally gotten them off of each other, and Topper was bleeding from the mouth with and his eye was starting to swell. You could see the blood on their clothes and on Rafe's knuckles. It was unlikely someone would call the cops but you wanted to get out of there before things could get worse. Before you could get far enough, you heard Topper yell "She's just another piece of ass anyway!"

Pulling Rafe away from The Boneyard and back towards the truck, you sigh, noticing the bruise forming on his cheek. Both of you got into the truck and Rafe started to drive to your place, still pissed off.

"You didn't have to do that Rafe..." you tried to keep your voice soft, not wanting him to think you were angry.

Rafe scoffed, "That fucker deserved it. He's lucky I don't kill him." You said nothing for the rest of the ride, and neither did Rafe.

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After what felt like forever, you saw your house come into view. The truck rolled to a stop, and Rafe shut off the engine, placing his head on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry," he muttered. It almost seemed like he felt... ashamed?

"I'm sorry for doing that... I let him get to me. I shouldn't have gone in the first place." he explained. You felt bad that he was beating himself up for letting his anger get the best of him.

You leaned over the center console to place a kiss on his non-bruised cheek. "It's okay. Let's just get inside and forget about it."

Rafe nodded, and you both got out of the truck to head inside. You made him take off his dirty, bloodied clothes and put them in the wash, leaving him in his boxers. With a little convincing, he allowed you to tend to his busted knuckles and ice his bruise for a while. There was a silence between you that was both comfortable and strained up until you'd gotten in bed.

You were laying on his chest tracing shapes along his skin while he stroked your back soothingly. "Hey Rafe," you spoke softly looking up at him. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"I thought of something you could do to make my birthday up to me, at least a little bit."

He opened his eyes looking down at you lovingly. "What is it? Name anything and I'll make it happen."

You bit your lip to try and suppress your devilish smile while climbing on top of him in a straddle position. Leaning in close, your lips ghosted his as you whispered, "How about some belated birthday sex?"

part 5

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[blessedbyahuntress]

Warrior of the Sun and Moon

Chapter One: The Blessing of the Sun

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A/N: HEHEHEHEHE (Ya that's all I got [I'm high on caffeine, if you can't tell])

Warnings: Handsome immortal alert! Handsome immortal alert!

Word count: 850

When you were nine, you snuck out of your room for the first time. You’d been ordered to stay in the chamber under the watchful eye of your servant, but you felt jittery and restless.

You needed to get out of the palace, abandon these stone walls for a little while.

The afternoon sun shone through the beautiful stained glass windows as you kept your head down, back pressed against the wall. If what Telemachus had accidentally told you was true… 

There it was. Your hand wrapped around a lever, the metal cold on the palm of your hand. You pulled, a harsh jerk of the wrist. There was a loud scraping sound of stone grinding against stone, and you cursed. Your servant would find you soon if you weren’t fast enough.

You turned, slipping into the secret passage that had opened next to you. 

The darkness that engulfed you made you nervously drum your fingers on your leg, nails skimming over the hunting knife that was hidden in the folds of your dress- the dagger you’d stolen from your older brother the time Telemachus had allowed you into his room.

You swatted away a cobweb that was trying to get entangled in your hair. Your steps became faster, more determined to get out of this awful space.

A breath of fresh air hit you in the face, the wind running its chilly fingers through your locks, tugging at your hair playfully. 

You took another step forward, and suddenly you were falling, sun blinding your eyes as they stretched wide in panic. You landed on your back, all of the breath knocked out of you.

“Holy-”

Someone above you tsks. “Is it really appropriate for such a young lady like you to be cursing?”

You jolt up, banging your head against someone else’s forehead. You lay back down with a groan. “Who the hell are you?”

“You shouldn’t answer a question with a question, princess.”

You cross your arms over your chest, head still pounding. “Mine seems more important,” you argue. “Who are you?”

You feel a hand rest gently on your forehead, and the ache begins to dissipate. 

The person chuckles lightly. “Well,” he said- you figured it was male, though he spoke in more of a sing-song. “Maybe you should open your eyes before asking such things.”

You frown, earning another laugh from the unknown person. Slowly you blink, your eyes adjusting to the light. Standing above you was the tallest man you’d ever seen. He was bathed  with a golden glow, bright blue eyes gazing into your own. A laurel wreath shone atop his head, perfectly tan arms crossed over his muscular chest.

Somehow you knew this was a god, though it wasn’t his appearance that gave him away- rather, it was his presence. 

“Apollo?” You whispered softly, as if you believed if you stirred the air too much, it would scare the god of the sun away. 

The addressed deity threw his head back, a booming laugh escaping his lips. “Yes, that is I, little mortal.” 

You stood, dusting off your dress. As quickly as you rose, you dropped into a grand curtsy. “Lord Apollo, to what do I owe the honour?” 

“You are smarter than you look.” You weren’t sure whether to be proud or offended by his words as he circled you, studying you as a king observes his prize bull. “Tell me, little mortal, how did you know that I am Apollo?”

You tilt your head. “You feel like the sun,” you stated bluntly.

That got him to chuckle again. He paused his pacing to look you in the eye. “I suppose. But I have come to answer your prayer.”

You blinked. “What prayer?”

Apollo furrowed his perfect brow. “What do you mean, ‘what prayer’?” He questioned. “Y’know? That prayer that you sent me when you were two, wishing you could be like your father, the mighty Odysseus?”

“Did I?” You try to remember what he was referring to, but you come up empty. “Sorry, but I don’t think I even knew you existed at such a young age.”

“Ah.” Apollo waves this off. “It doesn’t matter whether you remember it or not, for I am here to make your dreams come true.”

“Uhm,” you said. “No offense, Lord Apollo, but how…” You trailed off as the god held up a golden bow, fitted perfectly for the palms of your hands to grip. 

You reached out to touch it, mesmerized by the curve of the limbs and the string that seemed to change colors in the sunlight. Apollo held it closer, as if urging you to take it. You didn’t need any further encouragement, small fingers wrapping around the weapon. 

As you grasped the bow, a shimmering belt appeared on your waist, a quiver full of arrows attached. You gasped, running your fingers up and down your new accessory. 

When you looked up, mouth opening to speak, you met Apollo’s shining blue eyes. “Thank you,” you murmured, tone filled with emotion and gratitude. 

“Anytime, Y/N,” the immortal said, shooting you a wink as he faded away. 

“Anytime.”

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[simplyraeblue]

King and Captive

(Hunter and Hunted Spin-Off) read here

modern au a chance meeting with Sukuna quickly turns into a nightly routine you can't escape. as the lines between game and something more blur, you start to wonder—how long can you keep playing, or will Sukuna make you his next conquest? !Sukuna x !femreader

chapter warnings/tags: swearing, light suggestive themes, use of "princess", "she" pronoun used, a few more characters appear, Sukuna and reader are both hot for each other, a hot mess if you squint lol A/N: what does it say about me that my dreams are now occupied by this fic three chapters in? anywaaaaays, hope I did the guest appearances justice with their personalities (｡- .•) I try to remind myself this is a modern au and I can't just allow Sukuna to be too "King of Curses" like lol. index part two | part four

part three word count : 2,711

Sukuna had always thought that love wouldn’t be something he easily fell into. he was torn between the idea that no one would be right for him – or that he would never be right for anyone. last summer felt like it had proved the latter to be true, even though he knew why things ended up the way they did.

but now, you kept coming back. back to that bar every day, back to his thoughts constantly. he couldn’t stop thinking about you and the feelings he got whenever you were around. excitement, intrigue, and most of all, awe. you took his playful insults and dished them back tenfold – something he was growing used to enjoying.

and yet you were still flustered around him. and that made him even more thrilled. whenever he’d get your cheeks to flush, or your gaze averted from him, he counted it as a win, just because he got to see your expression change. and when it did, he could tell that slowly, but surely, you were falling as fast as he was.

despite your best efforts, you were. the idea that after work you could meet Sukuna at the bar made the day go by much faster. you were even finding yourself primping in the mirror before leaving. and god forbid, your dreams at night… filthy. and filled with him.

you had denied yourself long enough right? he was interested in you, wasn’t entirely crazy, and was very very attractive. maybe it was time to finally kick your vengeance act into gear – Sukuna was the perfect candidate.

imagine your surprise when you stepped out of work, expecting the usual walk around the corner to the bar, only to find Sukuna leaning casually against his motorcycle, waiting for you. the sight sent a shiver down your spine. he held the strap of his helmet loosely with two fingers, slung over his shoulder like he had all the time in the world. when his crimson eyes met yours, that wicked grin of his spread across his face.

“well, this is unexpected,” you said as you approached, arms crossed in mock suspicion. “escaping our bar again?”

“you said our bar,” Sukuna pointed out, clearly relishing the words as he repeated them, his grin widening. “I like the sound of that. has a nice ring to it.”

you rolled your eyes. “don’t get used to it.”

“too late,” he shot back smoothly, his gaze fixed on you with a glint of mischief. “but I had a better idea today. you up for a little adventure?”

you raised a brow, glancing at his bike. “this isn’t one of those adventures where I mysteriously disappear and end up on the evening news, is it?”

Sukuna chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent warmth curling in your chest. “damn, you caught on to step six of my evil master plan,” he said, smirking.

“step six? what happened to steps one through five?” you asked, playing along despite the butterflies in your stomach.

“oh, those are just the warm-up,” Sukuna replied, leaning closer, his voice dipping just enough to send a thrill through you. “but don’t worry, princess. you’ll enjoy this.”

you hesitated for just a moment before nodding. “fine. but if this so-called adventure involves anything sketchy, I’m out.”

Sukuna’s grin only widened as he handed you the spare helmet, the same one you’d worn the night before. “relax, you’re in good hands. now, hop on.”

you clung to him a little tighter on the ride than you wanted to admit, the warmth of his back and the cool wind rushing past making for a strange, intoxicating contrast.

when the bike finally slowed, you glanced up, expecting some scenic overlook or hole-in-the-wall restaurant. instead, Sukuna pulled into the lot of a sleek, modern building. neon lights illuminated the name of the business: Cursed Ink.

“a tattoo shop?” you asked, sliding off the bike as he steadied it on the kickstand.

“my tattoo shop,” Sukuna corrected, pride lacing his tone as he pulled off his helmet.

you followed him inside, the smell of antiseptic and faint hints of ink filling the air. “wow,” you murmured, your eyes drifting to a wall of framed photographs showcasing some of the shop’s best work. “this is… impressive.”

“told you I’m full of surprises,” Sukuna said, watching you with an expression that was almost unreadable. he gestured toward one of the tattoo stations, where a black chair sat beneath a lamp. “that’s my spot.”

your gaze followed his hand, taking in the neatly arranged inks, the well-worn sketchpad sitting off to the side. “so, what? you brought me here to show off?”

“maybe,” he said with a shrug, but his grin hinted at more. “or maybe I figured you’d like to see a different side of me. you’re always so quick to think you’ve got me figured out.”

you turned to him, crossing your arms. “and what side is this, exactly?”

“the real one,” he said simply. “you’ve seen me at the bar, running my mouth and messing with you. but this? this is what I do. it’s what I’m good at.”

there was something uncharacteristically earnest in his tone, and it caught you off guard. you glanced around again, your gaze lingering on the bold, intricate designs hanging on the walls. “did you do these?”

“most of them,” Sukuna said, his voice tinged with cockiness. “the others are from the team. they’re good, but…” he trailed off, his smirk returning. “let’s be honest. I’m better.”

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “of course you’d say that.”

“wanna see for yourself?” he challenged, stepping closer, his crimson eyes gleaming.

your pulse quickened as you caught the implication in his words. “what are you suggesting?”

“I’m saying,” Sukuna said, leaning against the counter, “if you’re feeling brave, I could give you a little something. something that’ll remind you of tonight.”

you hesitated, glancing at the tattoo chair, then back at Sukuna. the way his crimson eyes gleamed with challenge sent a rush of heat to your cheeks. “yeah, no,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. “I’m not letting you put a needle anywhere near me.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “scared, princess?”

“scared?” you repeated with a scoff. “of you? hardly. but I’m not about to let you permanently mark me just because you feel like showing off.”

he chuckled, the sound low and rich as he leaned back against the counter, arms crossed in mock defeat. he planned to mark you one day alright, just not with ink. “your loss. you could’ve had something to remember me by.”

“oh, trust me,” you shot back, narrowing your eyes. “I think you’re already impossible to forget.”

his smirk widened at that, his gaze lingering on you just a little longer than necessary. “good,” he said simply, pushing off the counter and motioning for you to follow. “guess I’ll just have to show you around instead.”

you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and trailed behind him as he led you through the shop.

the place had more personality than you’d expected—walls lined with artwork, some of which you learned were Sukuna’s own designs.

“alright,” you admitted after he finished showing off a dragon piece that stretched across an entire back. “I’ll give you this—you’re good. like, really good.”

“finally, some recognition,” Sukuna teased, his grin smug. “I was starting to think you didn’t appreciate my talents.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you replied, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.

suddenly, the bell at the front door chimed, signaling someone had entered the shop. you glanced at Sukuna, raising an eyebrow as his mouth tugged into an irritated frown.

“sounds like the rest of the clowns decided to show up,” he muttered, his tone dripping with exasperation.

“Suku! saw your bike out front!” called a cheerful male voice, loud enough to echo through the shop. Sukuna’s eyes rolled so hard you were surprised they didn’t get stuck.

“should I be worried about your friends?” you teased, but the grim look on Sukuna’s face made you half-wonder if it was a legitimate concern.

“they’re not friends,” Sukuna corrected, his irritation palpable. “they’re my partners. Suguru and Uraume. and along with them is Suguru’s best friend—who also happens to be the most annoying brat I’ve ever met—Satoru.”

right on cue, three figures appeared from around the corner. the first, Suguru Geto, was tall and composed, with long, sleek black hair tied back. next to him, Uraume stood with an air of quiet confidence. their sharp gaze darted between you and Sukuna, as if assessing the situation before speaking.

trailing behind was Satoru Gojo, whose striking white hair and smug grin made him an instant attention-grabber. he wore round sunglasses despite it being nighttime, and his energy was as loud and brash as his voice.

“well, well,” Satoru began, striding forward with his hands in his pockets. “what’s this? Sukuna actually entertaining a guest? didn’t know you had it in you, buddy.”

“shut the fuck up, Gojo,” Sukuna snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Suguru gave you a polite nod, his tone smooth as he said, “don’t mind him. Satoru’s personality is… an acquired taste.”

“hey asshole! I heard that!” Satoru chimed, leaning forward to get a closer look at you. “so, who’s this? did you finally manage to find someone who doesn’t hate your guts, Sukuna?”

your lips twitched at the jab, but you stayed quiet, letting Sukuna handle the chaos.

“that's none of your business,” Sukuna growled, stepping slightly in front of you as if to shield you from whatever nonsense was about to follow.

Uraume’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before they turned to Sukuna, their voice calm and neutral. “you didn’t tell us you had company tonight.”

“I don’t need to tell you everything, do I?” Sukuna shot back.

“you never do,” Uraume said, the faintest hint of a smirk gracing their lips.

Suguru chuckled under his breath before addressing you directly. “forgive the intrusion. I’m Suguru. and the loud one is Satoru.”

“I’m right here!” Satoru protested, waving dramatically.

“and this is Uraume,” Suguru continued, ignoring the interruption.

you nodded at each of them, feeling the weight of their scrutiny but refusing to let it show. “nice to meet you. I guess.”

Satoru grinned, leaning toward Sukuna with a mock whisper. “she’s feisty.”

“say one more thing, and I’ll kick you out myself,” Sukuna threatened, his patience clearly wearing thin.

the group laughed—well, mostly Satoru and Suguru—while Uraume merely shook their head, as if used to the chaos.

Suguru leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze flickering between you and Sukuna. “didn’t peg you as the type to bring someone here, Sukuna. let me guess, you’ve been bragging about how you’re the best artist in the city?”

Sukuna smirked, his annoyance ebbing slightly. “don’t need to brag. everyone already knows.”

“yeah, yeah,” Satoru cut in, waving a hand dismissively before plopping himself onto one of the tattoo chairs. “but damn, what’s the deal? you’ve been dodging our calls, and now we find you playing tour guide?” he turned to you, grinning like a cheshire cat. “what kind of blackmail material do you have on him?”

you couldn’t help but snort at the absurdity. “I think he just likes tormenting me in person.”

Satoru laughed loudly, slapping the arm of the chair. “oh shit, she’s funny. I like her.”

Sukuna shot him a glare that could’ve withered a plant. “you’re testing my patience, Gojo.”

Uraume stepped forward, their tone as cool as ever. “should we expect you to actually focus on work tomorrow, or are you going to be… otherwise occupied?”

“I don’t report to you,” Sukuna snapped, his crimson eyes narrowing.

Suguru raised his hands in mock surrender, the picture of calm. “alright, alright, we’ll stop prying. but next time, maybe let us know when you’re busy, so we don’t interrupt your – ahem – quality time.”

Sukuna groaned, clearly regretting every life choice that led to this moment. “you’re all insufferable. I swear, one day—”

“yeah, yeah,” Satoru interrupted with a grin, spinning lazily in the chair. “one day you’ll kill us all. heard it a million fucking times. anyway,” he turned back to you, “you must be special if you’ve got the king of grump spending his evenings with you.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the shift in attention towards you again. before you could respond, Sukuna stepped in, his voice sharp. “she’s not here for your entertainment, Gojo. don’t you have some other poor soul to annoy?”

“not tonight,” Satoru replied cheerily, leaning back as if he owned the place.

Suguru gave you an apologetic glance, his expression softening. “he means well. most of the time.”

Uraume, meanwhile, was silent but observant, their gaze never straying far from you or Sukuna. you got the sense they were assessing something, but what, you couldn’t tell. their gaze made you feel… uneasy. like you were a specimen under a microscope.

“I think that’s enough,” Sukuna said suddenly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “you’ve seen me. I’m alive. now get lost.”

“aw, don’t be like that, Suku,” Satoru teased, standing and stretching dramatically. “we were just starting to have fun.”

“I’m serious,” Sukuna growled, his patience officially gone.

Suguru chuckled under his breath but relented, motioning for Satoru and Uraume to follow. “alright, we’ll leave you to it. but don’t think this means we’re done with you.”

Uraume cast Sukuna a long look before turning to you. “it was… interesting to meet you.”

“likewise,” you replied, though you weren’t entirely sure what to make of them. did they hate you already? did you have something on your face?

with that, the trio finally made their exit, the bell chiming once again as the door swung shut behind them.

the silence that followed was almost jarring. you turned to Sukuna, raising an eyebrow. “so… that’s your crew?”

“unfortunately,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “don’t let them scare you off. they’re more trouble than they’re worth.”

you smirked, leaning against the counter. “I don’t know. I kind of liked them.”

Sukuna groaned. “don’t encourage them. especially Gojo. that idiot doesn’t need more fuel for his damn ego.”

despite his grumbling, you could tell there was a begrudging fondness buried – deep – beneath the surface. it was strange, seeing Sukuna interact with people who clearly knew him so well, even if they drove him up the wall.

“alright, enough about them,” he said, his tone softening as he turned back to you. “where were we before the circus rolled in?”

you laughed softly. “something about me not letting you give me a tattoo?”

his lips curled into a smirk, the playful glint returning to his eyes. “right. you’re still a coward for that, by the way.”

“keep dreaming,” you shot back, but the warmth in his gaze made it hard to keep the smile off your face.

Sukuna leaned closer, his smirk sharp as ever, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “you know, you can’t avoid it forever. one day, you’ll let me leave my mark on you.”

“don’t count on it,” you replied, trying to sound defiant despite the way your heartbeat quickened.

“hmm,” he hummed, leaning back casually. “we’ll see.”

the tension hung in the air, thick and electric, before Sukuna finally grabbed his helmet and tossed it your way. you barely caught it, giving him a questioning look.

“come on,” he said, already heading for the door. “let’s get out of here, it’s getting late.”

you rolled your eyes but followed, the sound of the shop’s lights clicking off behind you.

as you climbed onto the back of his bike, your arms instinctively wrapped around his waist, the motion feeling almost second nature by now. it was startling how natural it felt—being this close to him, fitting into this unpredictable rhythm he’d drawn you into. a thought crept into your mind, frustratingly persistent: would you feel disappointed if he didn’t show up tomorrow?

the answer lingered in your chest, heavier than you expected.

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[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 97)

A plan was formulated, perhaps it was risky-but when a horde of infected wandered within visual range of the workshop before being burned to crisp by N and V. Some risks needed to be taken.

V would lead a group to pick up one pod and Khan would lead another, Thankfully two more seemed to be the last they need for parts. All that would be left would be wiring the guts and... taking off.

Of course taking off implied that there was somewhere to go, and so Uzi and N went on their own mission, a mission deep within territory already claimed by the eldritch growth consuming the planet. Into a satellite hub that tracked the coordinates of human colonies likely once used to send a receive transmissions between them, though at this point had fallen silent for over a decade.

So while the last of the materials were being salvaged from the pods, N carried Uzi on his back, flying high and fast through the soured air, the atmosphere of Copper-9 itself becoming stained with the scent of rotten flesh, following his navigation system almost mindlessly. Tera was being babysat by none other then Delilah, who had offered as an apology for their last playdate going so wrong.

The wind bit at his visor and through his wings as he pierced through it, Uzi shuffling slightly in her sleep- she'd begun to get far more sluggish as of late, sleeping the moment it was quiet enough and calm enough for her to relax. He was expecting her to go into labor any day now; part of what made this mission so risky.

But waiting any longer would make it more and more dangerous.

Uzi made a noise in her sleep. Something between a whimper and a sigh, her visor glitching from purple to yellow and back to purple again.

Uzi was... somewhere familiar, but not.

The walls were ancient, well kept hardwood, the windows so clean you could convince yourself there was simply no glass; and silhouetted by velvet curtains the spilled lusciously onto red, satin carpet. She felt taller then usual, every step making a light click on the floor as her hair bounced off her shoulders and back. It was a different color too- black, long.

She was wearing a dress that felt a little too tight on her skin- and her wrists were raw and sore.

She was also looking for something; though quietly as if she was scared about what would happen if she was heard. In a voice that wasn't hers, but achingly familiar, she called out a name. "J! J!... Where are you? Where did everybody go?"

The only response was the pitter-patter of rain falling outside.

"Master... [Error- Not Found]"

She whipped around, coming face to face with a much shorter, much kinder looking J. Though whatever the worker had called her had merely sounded like static to her ears.

"J!" Joy instead of rage filled her, and she wrapped the worker into a tight embrace. "Oh thank god. I couldn't find anyone! Whats going on?"

The worker blushed briefly, it was yellow; it had always been yellow.

Then why did she think it should be white?

"You shouldn't be awake, Master will be... displeased" J replied, ignoring the question, this was weird, everything felt... off.

"I can't even find them! it's like everyone's dissapeared!"

J's visor remained exactly the same, cold, though Uzi could have sworn she saw her mouth twitch as if she was trying to say something other then what came out of her mouth.

"I can take you to them, they're waiting for you downstairs."

Uzi blinked in confusion. "This is the ground floor... you mean the basement?"

J nodded, it was stiff, robotic, not like her at all.

"What are they doing in the basement?"

J didn't respond, just took her hand and lead her away.

The next moment there was darkness, she couldn't see herself, feel herself, like her consciousness and her body had disconnected...

And then;

Pain.

It was searing, all consuming, paired with an intense bright yellow light that seemed to bind with her very being, she screamed louder and harder then she ever had in her life. It was unrelenting, coming from inside as it felt like she was being ripped apart piece by piece.

And there was laughing- disjointed, glitchy, monotone.

"Laughter. Don't Worry. I will help you."

She snapped awake with a yelp, nearly letting go of N's back and plummeting to the ground, but he gripped her tighter, flipping his flying position so that she laid on his chest instead. His tail resting on her back. "Everything okay?"

It took her a moment to resettle into her conscious, robotic body, the pain slowly ebbing away into a dull ache in the back of her head. She sighed.

"Weird Dream" was the only explanation given as she nuzzled into N's coat, content to try and sleep again as her processors demanded she conserve as much energy as possible. She heard N sigh and move some hair out of her face. "Were here, can't go back to sleep honey, sorry." He hummed, and that's when she realized he had begun just hovering. She grumbled, everything telling her to stay snuggled up on his chest until... something.

She looked up, eyes focusing on the huge satellite dishes below them... though in worse shape then what she would have liked. One dish had crumbled to nothing, only jagged pieces being visible poking out from the infestation of gently pulsating ground, another was tangled in vine after vine of organic black, pulling the dish inside of a sinkhole that had opened up, in a few days- it would likely be gone.

The third and final dish was mostly untouched, baring some growths at it's base. Thankfully, the building that housed the control panel was mostly fine as well, a hole was torn in the side, and tendrils were making their way inside, but the roof and most of the walls were flesh free.

N landed on the flat, concrete roof as softly as possible, taking care to not disturb the still inert- sentient flesh.

"Right... Lets do this."

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December 2023

There are a lot of things the Academy can't teach you about this job, and chief among them is the fact that they do not prepare you for the amount of parties you're going to crash. It's sometimes funny, always awkward, and usually only necessary because of entirely avoidable situations brought about by the stupid consequences of even stupider actions. 

Tonight, they're crashing an office party. Fully geared up and clearly not invited, they burst into a tastefully decorated lounge filled with smartly dressed people holding beautiful cocktails. Tipsy laughter and shallow smalltalk grind to a halt, and then all eyes are on them. Buck elbows Eddie and leans closer, close enough that his breath warms the side of Eddie's face when he whispers:

"Here comes the stripper question."

Eddie elbows him back. "It's an office party."

"So?"

"So I'm sure they won't think—" 

"Uhm," someone pipes up, a thin man in an expensive looking suit. He looks shell-shocked and a little bit flushed, which could have something to do with the empty cocktail glass in his hand. "We didn't order any—" 

"LAFD," Bobby interrupts him, while Buck throws a triumphant smirk in Eddie's direction. "Sorry for the disturbance. As you were."

They had to take the stairs, for reasons that are about to become apparent, and the stairs spit them out here, but their call is happening down the hall, so they shuffle past the still and still mostly silenced crowd, into a hallway that's clearly not part of the party anymore given the lack of sophisticated, workplace appropriate holiday decorations.

Heavy doors separate them from the party guests now, and next to Eddie, Buck breathes out a laugh. 

"Guess we know what they're gonna be talking about at the watercooler tomorrow."

"Do offices even have water coolers anymore?" Ravi asks, looking around. 

Bobby shushes them, and then they hear it—muffled yelling and the rhythmic sound of someone's fists slamming against a door or a wall. It doesn't take them long to find the elevator, but when they pry the doors open, they're faced with a dark and unfortunately empty space. 

Bobby sticks his head in. Eddie looks down too. The elevator got stuck between floors and it sits below them, the roof a few feet away. They'll have to open the hatch at the top to get to the caller. 

"Catherine?" Bobby calls out, in his best, calmest first responder voice.  "My name is Bobby. I'm with LAFD. We're here to get you out."

"Oh thank god," comes a muffled voice from inside the elevator, high pitched and slightly hysterical, "John, they're here."

Eddie looks at Buck, who raises a brow. They didn't know there would be two people stuck in this thing; it seems Catherine forgot to mention that when she called 911.

"Thank god," John echoes Catherine, and he sounds just as done with this situation as she does. "You have to—we were—please get us out of here."

"We, uh, we bumped into the stop button," Catherine says. In Eddie's periphery, Buck's raised brow climbs even higher. "And now we can't—" 

"Please/ get us out of here," John repeats. 

"As fast as we can," Bobby assures them and steps back. 

The elevator roof is within jumping distance, but Bobby still tells Buck to harness up. Safety first. Buck follows the order with a minimal amount of grumbling and lets Eddie help him tighten the straps. When Eddie takes his place by the winch, Buck catches his eye and smirks at him. Eddie swallows as Buck drops out of sight. 

"Alright," Buck calls out, voice bouncing off the walls of the elevator shaft. Eddie snaps to attention. "Catherine? John? I'm right above you. I'm gonna open this hatch, so if you feel some movement, that's normal, okay?" 

There's a muffled reply, followed by the sound of metal scraping against the elevator roof. 

"There you go," Buck's voice echoes, followed by, "alright. Who wants to go first?" 

His voice is warm and Eddie has seen that reassuring first responder smile so many times he can picture it clearly even now, even when Buck is down there in the darkness and Eddie is up here, focused on the red line wound around the winch. 

"Me," comes a male voice from below, "I'll go first."

"Oh, that's typical," Catherine gripes. "No, no, it's fine. You go first."

It's not a complex rescue, and Buck makes quick work of it. A few minutes later, John emerges from the shaft, pale-faced and wide-eyed, followed by an annoyed-looking Catherine. They both look pretty rumpled—on John's smart business shirt, two button holes are missing their partners, and Catherine's silk blouse is wrinkled and halfway pulled out of her pencil skirt. Eddie would give them the benefit of the doubt—they did just climb out of the roof of an elevator—except Catherine's smeared lipstick perfectly matches the pink stains on the collar of John's shirt. 

"They were playing Blue Christmas," John says, after a quiet moment. 

"It's our song," Catherine adds helpfully. 

"Well, that's very—romantic," says Hen, and steps in to get started on her check-up. 

With the callers safe, Eddie turns his attention back to the elevator shaft. He steps up to the doors and holds out a hand for Buck, who smiles up at him before he takes it. Even through the layers of their gloves, his palm is warm against Eddie's. Eddie pulls and Buck pushes himself up, and then he's out, stumbling just a bit when he doesn't stick the landing entirely, his body a familiar weight against Eddie's side. Eddie steadies him easily and only lets go when he's sure that Buck is fine. 

"Thanks," Buck says. 

Eddie turns to look at him. They're still standing very close, their thighs still pressed together, Buck's wrapped up in harness straps that Eddie tightened for him. He accidentally brushed Buck's outer thigh when he did it. He was hard and muscled there, his skin radiating heat. 

Buck smiles. 

Eddie smacks his shoulder and steps away. 

Later, in the engine, Hen says what they've all been thinking. "Blue Christmas?"

"Maybe they met at a Christmas party," Bobby suggests. 

"Maybe they only hook up at Christmas parties," Buck says.

"Scandalous," says Chim. 

"I think it would be romantic," Buck argues. He's sitting across from Eddie and every time the engine turns, their knees bump and Eddie shivers. "Like—they work at different branches and they only see each other once a year or something." 

"For someone who doesn't know any movies, you sure have an active imagination," Chim replies.

"I know movies," Buck says. "I just don't know any old ones."

"Documentaries don't count," Chim answers, and then the conversation steers away from office scandals and towards Buck's lack of pop culture knowledge, and Eddie almost forgets all about Buck's smile so close to his own.

Written for the @911countdowntochristmas - this was supposed to be 24 drabbles but the Buddie NDE speculation going around pre 8x08 inspired me and now it’s a 24-mini-chaptered fic instead. And definitely more hurt/comfort than fluff. Oops.

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Jump then fall | Steve Harrington x reader

Chapter one - everything has changed

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Summary - after 7 years of being split apart from your childhood friend Steve you return to hawkins after your younger sisters tragic death, and parents messy divorce. But the Steve you came back to isn’t the same Steve you left behind.

"Steve!" Steve was surrounded by two of his new friends, Tommy and his girlfriend Carol, as I skipped up to him. They were both in 8th grade like Steve. carol looked me up and down as I stood in front of the trio. Steve had an annoyed look on his face from the moment I opened my mouth. Ever since he became friends with Tommy and Carol, it seemed as if I was just another inconvenience for Steve. "What?" the words are harsh as they come out of his mouth, almost like he was stabbing me right in the heart. But despite the achy feeling in my chest, I continued to talk. "wanna come over after school? My dad is working, so he won-"

"God, you are so annoying," Steve scoffs, which makes my brow furrow together in confusion. Steve has been a sweet boy ever since the moment I met him in kindergarten, but the moment he entered the 8th grade it was like a switch flipped inside of him. He no longer cared about his mother or his real friends he only care about popularity, girls, and being an absolute asshole to everyone around him. "Wh-what?" the words come out quiet and meek, the confusion still setting in as my eyes flicked from him to Tommy and then to Carol. Both his friends chuckled, probably because of the tears pooling in my eyes. "I said, you are fucking annoying! can't you go find someone else to cling onto?"

It seemed like time had stopped. Everyone around us stared, some laughed, and some whispered. Was I sent into a parallel universe because this wasn't the Steve I had grown to know? My chest heaved as I blinked back tears. "I-I'm sorry I thought-I thought-" I couldn't get the words out fast enough because Steve was shouting again before I could finish my sentence. "What that I was, your friend? I only hung out with you 'cause I felt bad that your sister died" This wasn't about Sara. He didn't need to bring her up. He knew it was a sore subject. The wound was still fresh. He knew it was still fresh. This felt like he was sticking a knife into that barely healed wound.

I want to punch him; I want to tackle him down to the ground and kill him just because he brought up my sister. "Your mom didn't even like you, so why should I? She dodged a bullet, leaving you." Maybe it was my mind making it up, but it felt like everyone around me was cackling at his words, at my tears, at my fists clenching and unclenching themselves. it hurt, it hurt so bad because I trusted him. I thought he was my best friend, but he wasn't. he was an evil lying bitch.

Before he can say anything else, I'm running away. I ran out of the school and to the group of telephones that stood outside against the school. I immediately punched in my father's work number as heavy sobs racked through my body. The phone rang a good three times before the secretary, Flo, answered the call.

"Hello, this is Hawkins police station. My name is Flo. How may I help you?" Flo was an older lady with dark hair and big, round glasses that sat on the brim of her nose. I sniffled before wiping my eyes. "He-hey Flo, can I talk to my dad?" I asked. Flo must've not noticed I was crying because she instantly transferred me to my father. The phone rang once before my dad answered, "Yeah what ya need?" Dad asks, "Da-daddy can you-you come get me?" I asked through sobs. I could almost hear the confusion in his voice as he asked, "What's wrong? What happened?" I don't answer due to the sobs that continue to erupt from my body. My brain was asking the same question repeatedly. Why would he do that to me? I thought we were friends. "I-I-please Dad," he grumbles quietly, "alright I'll be there in a few minutes."

I stood on the sidewalk with my arms wrapped around my body, waiting. Tears were still streaming down my cheeks when my dad's blazer pulled up beside me. I quickly get into the car, throwing my backpack in the back seat, and slamming the door shut before curling up in a ball, leaning my head against the glass. My father didn't immediately begin driving, instead deciding to interrogate me. "What happened? Did someone say something to you?"

"Steve," I whispered as more tears fell down my cheek. "Wh-what'd he do?" he asked, brows curling into a furrow. Dad knew Steve as a sweet boy, not someone who could ever hurt me. "He-he said...said I was annoying a-a-and that I was clingy." I said through sobs "And he-he said he was only my friend because he fe-felt bad because Sara die-died, that, m-mom didn't like me so why should he, a-and that she do-dodged a bullet leaving." His blood was boiling, I could tell. His face turned red, and he clenched his fists. Before I could even ask him what he was doing, he was already out of the car and halfway towards the front door. 

-

I wasn't a total nerd or loser. I was just normal, but I wasn't a Heather or a Carol. I was just me. I wasn't even the attractive type of normal person like Nancy Wheeler. I was just average. I was standing at my locker waiting for my friend Stephanie. We always met up at my locker before walking to English. Steph was popular. Sometimes I ask myself how I scored a friend like her. She was beautiful and kind. Everybody liked her and everybody had a reason why. The boys liked her because she was pretty, and the girls liked her because she was kinder than the other popular girls. Her curly hair bounced as she sauntered up to me. Her lips formed in a sweet smile as her hands pressed against her hips.

Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and a green bow was placed in her hair to match her green cheerleading uniform. "You coming to the game tonight?" she asked as she leaned her body against the locker next to me. "Maybe I Dunno. I have a lot of homework tonight," I whisper. I'm momentarily distracted by Steve walking by with his arm around his new plaything, Lisa Franklin, a cheerleader like Steph, but unlike Steph, Lisa was an absolute bitch. Despite the hurtful things Steve Harrington said to me, my crush on him never completely disappeared. Sometimes it felt like it was hidden away, but it was always there, simmering beneath the surface. 

Whenever I saw him walk by or heard him speak in any of our shared classes, my heart would skip a beat and my feelings for him would come flooding back. It was frustrating and confusing, but I couldn't help the way I felt. I feel two arms wrapping around my body, drawing my attention away from Steve. I glance over and see that it's Shawn Peterson. My relationship with Shawn is a bit complicated. We do things that most people in a romantic relationship do, but we don't use labels because he 'doesn't like labels'.

Shawn's a football player who's popular enough to be kind of friends with Steve. His hair is a dark, chocolate brown that falls in natural waves, framing a face that is both masculine and handsome. But it's his stunning brown eyes that steal the show, sparkling with an intensity that could make any girl weak in the knees. "So, you coming tonight?" he asks as he presses a kiss to my neck. I shrug my shoulders. "Maybe still Dunno though," I whisper. He groans as he presses a kiss just below my ear. "c'mon my parents aren't home tonight; we can go to mine afterward," I hum as I turn so I'm facing him. If I go, I have to tell my dad I'm at Steph's house and if I do that, I have the risk of him calling her parents to verify.

despite the risks, I smile up at him and whisper, "yeah okay sure." 

-

I sat on the bleachers watching as Steph cheered. my hands were buried deep into my pockets as I zoned out. No matter how much I loved Steph and Shawn, I'll always find high school football games a little boring. I didn't understand football and no matter how many times Shawn tried explaining it to me, I always left the conversation a little more confused than I was before. I feel someone sit down beside me, but I don't care enough to look to see who it is.

"hey," an all too familiar voice whispers. That makes me look up because I haven't heard that voice talking to me in years. Steve Harrington sat next to me, dressed in the same outfit he had been wearing at school earlier that day. I couldn't stop my heart from beating a mile a minute, and my hands beginning to shake. I can't tell if I'm nervous because I'm scared or because I have feelings for him. "What?" I mutter back, my voice a little harsher than I expected. Despite the fact he had been so mean to me back in 7th grade, I never wanted to be mean back. I couldn't get myself to do it.

"You here for Shawn?" Steve asks, his left hand tapping away at the metal bench. I nod replying "Yup" he hums as he nods awkwardly "Sooo...is he your y'know boyfriend?" I shrug "It's complicated..." he nods, a quiet hum coming from his lips. Why did he want to talk now? He hasn't talked to me in 3 years, but now randomly he wants to talk like nothing ever happened, like he never whispered to his friends when I walked by or spread rumors about me. "Why are you talking to me?" I ask brows curling in confusion as I stare up at him.

"wh-oh I-I just wanted to talk," he mutters back. he didn't want to talk for years before this, so why'd he want to talk now? After everything he's done to me, why now? I'm silent as I search his face for any signs that he's messing with me. But there's nothing, not a smirk, or some type of glint in his eyes, just brows furrowed together in confusion. I decided to look around to see if any of his friends were nearby snickering to themselves, but still, I didn't see any of them.

"wh-what are you looking for?" he asks. I quickly pivot my body towards him again. "Are you fucking with me again Steve?" he lets out a shocked little gasp before hurling into saying "No, no I'm not I just thought we could talk y'know since we haven't in a while" That infuriates me because he knows damn well why we aren't talking. "You know why we haven't talked in a while," I mutter as I scoot away from him. "c'mon y/n that was so long ago," he says, elongating the 'o' at the end of ago. I scoff rolling my eyes. "Yeah fuck you," I say as I scoot away from him a little more. He sighs defeated before asking, "How's your dad?" I shrug, muttering a quiet "fine," he nods awkwardly "You still live in the same house?" I shake my head. "No, moved a few years back."

We sit awkwardly, both of us not speaking as the football team comes running out on the field. Most of the people around us roar in applause and shouts of excitement, including Steve. he stands to his feet clapping before cupping his hands together in front of his mouth and shouting "Yeahhh Shawn!!" I cringe a little inside. Steve, like every other popular guy and athlete at the school, were filled with so much school spirit it made me physically cringe. he sat back down looking at me, as I stared at my feet trying to hold back laughter. "What?" a smile cracks to his lips as I let out a few quiet giggles. "Nothing...nothing" he laughs, and for a few quick minutes our old dynamic came back.

"Seriously? C'mon, what?" cover my mouth with my hand as I continue to laugh. I shake my head, refusing to say anything as our laughter dies down. And just like that, we were back to two estranged friends who hadn't held a conversation for more than 2 minutes for the past 3 years, almost. "y'know your dad punched me that day?" I look up at him, brows furrowing as I whisper a quiet "What?"

"He punched me when I was in eighth grade. " It all comes back, my father storming into the school after admitting to him what Steve had said to me. "good" I wouldn't normally expect my father, a grown man, to punch a 13-year-old, but in that instance, I don't blame him. If I was him and a guy like Steve had told my daughter the things Steve had told to me, I would've done more than just punched him. Steve laughs almost as if he was agreeing with me "Yeah...I was an asshole" I roll my eyes, was? Steve Harrington was still an asshole. "still" I say correcting him. Now it's his turn to ask "What?" I roll my eyes yet again as I say, "You're still an asshole", he frowns as he nods slowly "Yeah...I guess" At least he could admit it. 

-

Once the game ended, I bid Steve a quiet goodbye and went to the parking lot. I wait by Shawn's car for about 10 minutes until I see Shawn walking towards it, duffle bag swung over his shoulder, and hair damp. Steve walked next to him, both chatting about who knows what. Shawn drops his bag onto the hood of his car before scooping me up into a kiss.

Returning his kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck. I try to enjoy the kiss, but unfortunately, I can't because I can practically feel Steve's glare. I pull away, eyes meeting with Steve's. His brows are knitted together in an angry, or jealous type of furrow, and his arms are crossed over his chest. "You did so good out there," I say, pretending like I wasn't zoning out every 10 seconds. "mhm" Shawn hums before pressing his lips back against mine.

Steve clears his throat, making Shawn and I pull apart yet again. "well I'm gonna go. "See ya later, dude... um, nice talking to you again, y/n," Steve says before he starts walking towards his BMW, that was parked a few cars down.

The drive to Shawn's house is short and quiet. The only noise present is the low hum of the radio, and our breathing. When we get into his room, his hands are almost immediately all over my body. His lips touch mine, and his hands slide up and down the sides of my body before deciding to rest comfortably against my hips. The room is already somehow hot, and we're both out of breath when the sound of the phone (which sat on his nightstand) begins to ring.

BRINGGGG, BRINGGGG, BRINGGGG.

The sound of the phones rings is shrill and cuts through the quiet house like a knife. Shawn groans before pulling away from me. He crawls up his bed before answering the phone. Leaning against the headboard, he says, "Hello?"" in a very annoyed tone. "Oh, hey dude...no you weren't interrupting anything." the last bit drips in sarcasm as he says it.

"Yeah...yeah she's here, what'dya need?" I know he's talking about me because no one else is here, but I don't have a clue about who he's talking to. His brows furrow in confusion as the muffled sound of the other person talking comes out of the receiver. Then he scoffs as he shakes his head. "No, I'm not gonna do that sorry Steve." Steve? Why would Steve be asking about me? "Dude, you can't just ask me to do that" Shawn's eyes flick over to me before he whispers "I've gotta go alright? yeah, yeah, see you later." Shawn says before hanging up the phone.

"What was that about?" I ask. He hums quietly before hesitantly saying "Um...he just wanted to ask me if he could copy my homework" My brows furrow. There's no way Shawn would have made a big deal out of copying homework. They always copied each other work, so there was no way that's what Steve had asked. There was no world in which Shawn would have answered like that to needing to copy his homework.

As I press my hands into the soft cushion of Shawn's mattress, I sigh and whisper, "I should go... my dad's gonna be pissed if he finds out I stayed out late." Shawn nods before asking "Need a ride?" I nod, pushing myself up off the mattress and to my feet. "Yeah, but drop me off a few miles out. Don't need my dad knowing you're there."

A few years back, after my father's divorce was settled, and I was adjusted in school, my father sold our old family house. Claiming there were too many bad memories there, then he promptly moved us out to a cabin in the woods, much to 12-year-old Me's dismay. The cabin had supposedly been my grandfather's. his father, aka my grandfather, skipped out on the 'wondrous' opportunity to live in the shithole, so it had been abandoned for years since my great-grandfather died. It's a shitty log cabin, two beds and one bath that sat in the middle of the woods.

I hate being at that place alone. The doors creek, and the trees around it whistle with every gust of wind. I swear I'm going to be murdered one day in it and it'll be all Dad's fault for moving us out there. I didn't know why he couldn't have just moved us into some moderately shitty apartment or even keep us at the old house. 

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Shawn's car slowly drives down a dirt road in the middle of the woods. His high beams shining ahead of us to make sure there wasn't some animal (or person) in our way. About halfway towards my house, Shawn stops the car. From there, it would be about a 10-minute walk up to the house. "I can walk you up there if you want me to," he says, his voice quiet as if he thought my father would somehow hear him all the way out here. "No, I'm fine...but thanks anyway. See you on Monday," I say as I push open the car door. I sling my bag over my shoulder as I begin the walk towards my house. Shawn waits until I'm out of sight from his car to turn around and it's the 5-minute drive back to the main road.

I arrive at my bedroom window. I don't even notice my dad stood leaned up against the door frame until I'm fully inside my room. I'm left staring at my father, who has his arms crossed over his chest, angrily glaring at me. "WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU?" my mouth gaped open as I began to say something but decided it was better not to. "GO ON TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU WHERE" I let out a groan as I matched my father cross my arms over my chest "I was at the football game," I say with an eye-roll as I toss my backpack on my bed.

He scoffs "THE FOOTBALL GAME ENDED AT 8:30 SO TELL ME WHERE THE FUCK YOU'VE BEEN FOR THE LAST 2 HOURS!" his voice echoes through my room as I begin to talk, "God you're being so dramatic. A few friends and I went to Shawn's to celebrate after the game." his face is red, and his fists clench and unclench before he begins to shout again. "YEAH, WE'LL SINCE YOU DONT KNOW HOW TO FUCKING PICK UP A PHONE AND TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE I DON'T WANT YOU OUT OF THIS HOUSE FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS!" my eyes widen as I shout "What! that's not fair! I'm babysitting this weekend!"

"well, you're going to call whoever you're babysitting for this weekend and tell them that you can't make it anymore, and I don't want you using this phone this weekend either," he says as he goes to unplug the phone from the wall. I let out a loud dramatic "ugh!" which is then followed by me shouting "I hate you!"

As he walks out of the room he says, "Yeah well I fucking hate you too" I dramatically sit down on my bed before shouting again "You're such a fucking asshole!" he turns brows furrowing as he says, "What did you just call me", I'm not scared of him, I never have. He thinks I am, but I never will. "I said you're a fucking asshole," I repeat as my arms cross over my chest. He scoffs as he says, "I'll show you how much of an asshole I can be" before slamming my bedroom door behind him. 

I sit on my bed, arms crossed like a bratty toddler as tears pricked in my eyes. it wasn't fair. I've gotten home late a handful of times and he never gotten angry any of those times, why did he always pick and choose when he wanted to blow up? I wonder what it would be like right now if I was still in New York with my mother. would she be blowing up on me right now too? would she be cool about things like this? or was she strict? but I guess I'll never know because she gave up on me and our family.

I feel bad after fighting with him, I always feel bad. I know deep down he loves me; he just doesn't really know how to show it anymore. I crave that fatherly love that gets rationed out from time to time. I think that's why we fight so much; I crave the affection; he doesn't know how to show it. when he's not working, he sits on his chair, or in his bedroom practically in a catatonic state staring at the tv or a wall, we eat dinner in our separate rooms we don't talk unless we're screaming at each other, or I've got my head laid in his lap as I profusely apologize for what had happened. we're both traumatized i know that we both lost so much, but he should at least try. he knows I don't have any other parental figures in my life, and he still chooses to be distant and cold.

I sigh arms falling to my sides, pressing against my soft mattress. sometimes in the spur of the moment I wish he had died, and I know he thinks the same about me. I always feel bad afterwards though. even though I live with him, I don't know my father at all, he's a stranger to me. the only time we feel like father and daughter is when he's bossing me around. it's absolutely bazar that I feel the same way about my father that I do my absent mother. it's actually like they're both absent in their own ways, dad emotionally, and mom physically. he totally gave up after sara died, I mourn my father in the same way i mourn my dead sister. I just want the old him back, the dad who chased us around the park, and took us out for ice cream, the dad who never even thought to yell at me even if i had stollen a car.

I just want him back.

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[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 6 - Prologue for a New After-Life

Excerpt from "The After-life for Gods and Monsters," location of book unknown.

[flashback]

It should be said that the space between universes was not a bar. You couldn't just stumble in whenever you wanted and pour yourself a drink.

Even if you were the most silver-tongued of creatures.

Even if you were fast as the fae.

"Akira Kibo, the after-life is not a free-for-all," Substance huffs, folding her arms. 

"Yeah, and if you ain't want visitors, you shoulda been faster closing the door." 

It was a technicality. But then again, technicalities were the lifeblood of the fae. 

Substance rolls her eyes, “Your father was like you. Fast enough to slip in here and take something that was ours. I hear the birds are still eating his liver."

"Sounds about right,” Akira smirks, “He was kind of an asshole.” 

And there, the creature standing before the Divine Creators demonstrated that he knew the foundational rule of the universe: 

Fuck around and find out.

“Akira Kibo, last one left,” Time observes in her honeyed voice. "Ancient upon ancient. Cursed with the speed that made you at once a harbinger and a relic. You must be lonely."

“I don’t gotta be,” Akira replies. “The Reaper's scythe is not a requirement for a new life.”

It was a law so arcane that the Divine Creators almost forgot they made it.

"You’ve done your reading," Substance allows, "And what would you offer in exchange for this new life? Would you get back what your father stole?”

"In exchange, I will make sure that what my father took ends up where it belongs."

As far as deals went, it left a lot to be desired. The fae can't lie, which wasn't the same as saying they don't lie, so that single statement presented loopholes upon loopholes.

But it was as close to satisfaction as the Creators were going to get. 

"It's tricky, starting a new life without death," Time purses her lips. "All this experience will be muscle memory, a life you feel but can't remember. You and your sister will be in between."

Akira shrugs. "We got over losing godhood. Pretty fuckin' sure we'll survive this." 

"So confident!" Time quirks a brow, "Alright. Have your new life, Akira. But first, a question. Who would you be in a whole new world? What would you do with a new set of circumstances?"

"I wouldn't be the last."

“I would keep them safe.”

It should be said that the Divine Creators were not usually chatty. Usually, they did not tell you shit. But sometimes, when you made a thing, you had a soft spot, and so, just before Akira reaches the doors, Time calls out:

“They will be unruly, Akira. And loathe to listen. They will make you break your rules and forget your vows. They will test your boundaries and leave you wanting. Death will come for you. And woe be unto the creatures standing in the way of the Hunt for your heart.”

With those parting words, the Creators watch as Akira walks out the doors and falls into his next life.

"The screaming is always so loud. We should change things up," Time muses. "What about a nice bayou instead of a warehouse? We could drown everyone in a lake instead of dropping them onto concrete."

“It won’t work,” Substance grumbles.

“Of course it will. I already have the perfect piece of property picked out.”

"Not your swamp. This plan. I don't like it."

Time is unphased. She sinks to her knees behind her wife, placing a steadying hand on her hip. "You worry too much."

“And you don't worry enough,” Substance tilts her head back. She bites down on a moan, fighting against the distraction. “You promised me an eternity of torment, and now we’ll have to free him because if the son exists, so too must the father.”

“You are too tense,” Time plants the softest kiss at the base of her wife's spine, “Remember when we killed all the gods and replaced them? This is like that. It's a good plan."

"But my birds are—"

Another kiss. "The birds won’t go hungry for too long. Akira will remember his task.”

“The living don’t remember shit.” Substance snaps, but her voice is breathless. "And anyway, he's too fast. Cursed with it."

“Then Death, my love, will just have to catch him.”

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(I was going to have them pour each other wine, but then this pose by @fallstaticexit came for my throat, and it is PERFECTION)

[heretek-birth]

Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 3)

Part 3, Chapter 2 Part 3, Chapter 4 The Whole Story

Late next morning:

"There you go, that's good. Doing so good." Dave helps support Sarah from the front, holding on to her arms while she squats deep on the floor of the hospital room.

"NNNNNGAAAAAH-" Sarah feels her baby's head bulging out of her, held fast in place by a strip of fabric running between her legs, attached firmly to a band of thicker material just below her waist.

"Do what you need to do. I'm right here." He helps hold her upright while she bears down.

"HNNNNN- NNNN- NNNNNNNNG-" The cloth between her legs has a little bit of give; Sarah can feel her lips spreading open even wider as she gives her full effort, as her baby moves down just a bit more before she runs out of breath.

"Still doing good?"

"Yessssss. God, Kelly wasn't kidding when she called this thing a 'medical chastity belt'." Sarah reaches a hand between her legs to feel the head slowly pressed inside her by the tight cloth. "Why didn't we get one of these?"

"Alas, what could've been." He helps pull Sarah to her feet, sticking close to her as the two of them pace around the room.

"I love how it lets me move around. You can only push on your back for so long, you know?"

"I'll take your word for it." Dave chuckles to himself as the two of them keep walking. Sarah waddles noticeably as she moves, keeping her legs as wide as she can to ease the pressure in her over-full pelvis.

"Nnnn- Again-" She feels her belly start to harden.

"Alright. Squatting?" He helps lower her to the ground when she confirms it. "Arms up here for me." Sarah spreads her feet as wide as she can, bracing herself while she wraps her arms tight around his waist. Every instinct of hers screams at her to get her hands in position, ready to catch her baby, but she holds back the urge as she starts to bear down. Why should she need to catch her baby, after all? It's not like she's going to give birth any time soon. "There you go, just like that. Let the belt hold it." Dave keeps a firm grip on her as she starts to push in earnest, his steady touch giving her the reassurance she needs to bear down hard, to feel herself stretch more and more, to push her baby's head against the tight, stretchy fabric. "You're so beautiful like this." He cups her cheek in his hand, forcing her to tilt her head upwards. "Always so beautiful." Their eyes meet, and she has no choice but to hold his gaze while she gives another hard push. He watches with adoration while she struggles with the head, with the pressure deep inside her, bearing down hard against the restriction between her legs, fighting for every inch of burning, hard-won progress. "So good for me." He strokes her cheek again and- there it is. That smile. That fucking smile. That's the whole reason she's in this mess, why she's pushing like a madwoman and can't get enough.

She's at just the right height to notice the swelling in his pants as her contraction ends. The way the head is pressing- She can't look away. She reaches for his zipper before his hand stops her.

"Hang on a sec- Here-" He reaches and hands her a towel; she folds it and kneels on top, with her knees cushioned from the hard tile of the floor. "Okay. Go ahead."

She can feel it. Her baby -Their baby- sitting huge, hard, and so, so low between her legs, so close and yet so far from being born into the world. Soon, she'll be pushing with all her might, struggling to bring that time just a little closer. Right now, though, all she can focus on is what's in front of her. She can feel it, stiff and eager as she pulls aside the layers of clothing, as she comes face-to-face with her prize. This is for her- Because of her, full and heavy and struggling so much. A look upward confirms it, and she feels him press against her lips as he puts a gentle hand to the back of her head.

His toes curl a little as he feels her mouth and her hand. "Ohhhhhhh- Good girl- Goooood girl-" She starts slow and he lets her, relaxing into the warm, wet feeling enveloping him. She can feel how he fills her mouth, thick and hard- can feel how much more there is, how much more she'd have to- a shiver, nerves and anticipation, runs down her spine at the thought. "Shhhhhh, don't worry." His eyes meet hers. "We'll do that slow, don't worry." But they will do it- Another shiver.

"Mmmmh- Nnnvbgmmmm-" She feels her belly start to harden.

"I know." He tightens his grip on her head just a little. "I've got you, you'll be okay." He pulls her head a little bit towards him, and she feels him start to press against the back of her mouth. "Can you be a good girl for me now?" There's pressure, so much pressure, but - 'good girl' - she wants to be, so, so much. She can't- She has to- She can. She nods almost imperceptibly, and she feels his hand start to pull her forward again. "There you go, you're doing good." She does her best to relax her muscles, let him press himself deeper and deeper. "Doing so good." She can do it. She's had a lot of practice with this, in her recent 'condition'. "That's so good. Just let it in for me." More and more- Halfway- Filling her throat- Pressure! It's too- She can't- "Go. Push. Like this." There's no way- It's- "You're okay. Push for me now." He keeps a hand on the back of her head, keeps her from pulling back as the pressure inside her builds more and more. "Theeeeere you go, that's good." She can't help it. She shudders, shakes, spreads her knees as wide as she can and feels her body start to give in. "Ohhhhhh, that's it, push hard for me." She can hardly stand it, just spreading her knees and bearing down, fighting down the primal urge to reach between her legs and catch her baby, but she holds back- holds back because she wants so, so badly to be a- "Good girl. Such a good girl." He lets out a moan as she feels her throat tighten around him, as she bears down hard, feels herself start to burn even more as she forces her baby against the stretchy cloth between her legs. He keeps his hands on her head as he closes his eyes in bliss, pressed deep inside her mouth as she bears down hard, straining so much trying to deliver their child. "Goooood, that's perfect, Sarah." He feels her breath start to give and gently eases her head back, enough to let her take deep, gasping breaths through her nose as her contraction starts to wind down.

Their eyes meet, and he cups her cheek while she shares a questioning look.

"Next one, okay? That felt so good, I couldn't give it up just yet."

She rolls her eyes up at him.

"Besides, I can't make this too easy on you, can I?"

She gives as much of a laugh as she can with her mouth full.

"You are okay though, right? While you're pushing-"

She swirls her tongue in response.

"Fuckkkkk- I guess you are-" He moans again. "Push hard with the next one. Stretch for me."

She nods, and goes back to using her tongue.

It's not too long before Sarah's belly starts to cramp again. Her moan of discomfort alerts Dave, and he puts both hands on the back of her head. "Not just yet." She nods, and starts to line up her head, relaxing her throat as she feels him start to push deeper once again. "Good, that's good." Sarah does her best to stay relaxed as the pressure inside her builds and builds. She can't pant, but she does her best to just let the fullness inside her grow, waiting as best as she can while he presses himself deeper and deeper. "Just keep your arms around me, I've got you." Halfway. Her body is screaming at her to push, to bear down hard and get her baby out, but she holds back as much as she can. She knows she only has enough breath for one good push, so she needs to make it count. "Come on, a little more for me." Hard, thick, filling her deeper and deeper. She feels his hands pressing her head closer and closer to the base. "Nearly there- Almost- Alllllmost-" That's it, she can feel her forehead pressing against his stomach. So much pressure. It's too much. She can't- "Push! Ohhhhhh- That's it-." She doesn't wait before she bears down hard, forcing the head down with the pressure in her hips. "Push- Fuckkkk- Push- Push hard for me-" He takes a tight grip on her hair and pulls her head against his crotch, reveling in the tightness inside her as she starts to stretch more and more with the head of her baby. "Thaaaat's a good girl."

He starts to thrust just a little, pulling her head back and forth as she struggles with their baby. "Oh- God- Push for me!" She feels her lungs start to burn as he picks up the pace, feels her opening burning even more as she forces herself to stretch even farther, feels that incredible, overpowering urge to get ready to catch her baby. "Push! There you go- Push-" She feels him thrusting more and more, pulling her head faster and harder as she feels herself running short of breath. She can't fight it. She can't stop it. All she can do is give in, so that's what she does. She shuts out the tightness in her chest, the need for air that she can't do anything about. She gives in to the hardness in her throat, thrusting deep again and again. She gives in to the pressure in her hips, gives everything she has to forcing her baby down and out, to letting the head come just like this, to forcing herself wider and wider, enough to make her scream if she had any breath at all. She feels herself start to shake with the effort, pushing and pushing and pushing with everything she has until she hears the moans from above her. "God, Sarah-" She feels him press deep, as deep as he can get. "Good girl- Push for me-" She feels a twitching, pulsing in her throat, feels warmth spurting inside her, making her swallow even as the head pries her open. "Push- Push- Come on-" She feels her vision starts to darken as he holds himself deep and she keeps up the effort, spread open wide while the cloth between her legs holds the head firmly in place, while his hands hold her head firmly in place against him. "Such a good girl…" They stay like that a moment longer, her mouth as full as it can get, her lower lips stretched wide and burning so much as she forces the head downward with everything she has. He watches carefully, searing the image in front of him into his brain for a moment longer before he finally pulls her head back. He leaves her mouth with a wet pop as she gasps for air, the fading pressure in her hips long forgotten.

"Shhhhh, there you go. You're okay. I've got you." He kneels down in front of her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder and slump against his chest as she recovers her breath. It takes a long time before she's able to speak again, long enough that she grunts and pants her way through the next contraction while she leans against his chest, wrapped in his arms while he whispers in her ear. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"Mm-hm…"

"Good. Just making sure." He can feel her start to smile even as she's still pressed against him. "I'll be here. Stay like this as long as you need."

[definitelynotshouting]

So I just started playing In Stars and Time because I got curious about the sad little blorbo you occasionally post about and afshdjdkrn

I just. Wanna hug them. So badly 😭

Siffrin isat my everything my cinnamon fucking apple WKDNWKDNEKEKSK HE IS SOOOOO SQUISHABLE...... THEY NEED A HUG SO BAD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

Incredibly pleased im helping spread the isat propaganda like the dev rlly just Made a whump fic in video game format huh....... for tumblr girlies by a tumblr girlie.... my gods we respect the grind as if i could EVER be normal abt that

I'll be so real ive already written little tidbits for a longer au oneshot i want to write in between chapters of hunger au, and the exercise in 2nd person pov is SO MUCH FUN im enjoying myself immensely :] here, a snippet for both fun and profit (and more fun):

"Siffrin...." Odile says, and it strikes a sour chord, a ripple of dissonance that screws rivets around your chest and tightens. She shouldn't have to say your name like that, with that kind of weight— as if all the Craft in the world isn't enough to carry it. Pure reflex ducks your chin into the collar of your cloak; you avert your gaze back to the rubble-littered floor of the tunnel, tracing dark crags in the stone where sputtering torchlight fails to reach. There you go again, stardust. Loop's voice is an ephemeral echo in your ears, a byproduct of months, years worth of past loops gone by. It isn't real. Gone and made yourself another person's problem. It isn't real. "— need you to start taking this more seriously." Odile bites out each word with the same deportment of a dog tearing off chunks of meat, clipped and cutting. Her brows knit together, mouth pulling down in a sharp curve; the lines around her eyes are tight, carved from the knife's edge of her own disappointment. Her disappointment in you. You almost miss the next sentence as well. "I have no way of helping you if you don't speak to me," she says. "And when you minimize these things you went through— you realize that's going back on your word, yes? Gems alive, Siffrin. We want to help." You speak before your mind has caught up with your mouth, hundreds of loops sanding down the words into something practiced, rote. "But there's nothing to help me w—" "Stop lying to me." Odile snaps, and your jaw shuts so fast you miss biting your tongue by a mere hair's-breadth. Your lungs threaten to buckle— inhale. Exhale. Come on, stardust, Loop's imaginary voice sneers, can't you do something as simple as breathe? Or are you just that blinding useless? ... Shut up. Odile's eyes slip shut. She raises a hand to meet them, kneading at the soft skin between her brows. "I'm... sorry, Siffrin," she says, halting, stilted. "I shouldn't— that wasn't productive. I apologize." Tentatively, you say: "You don't have to." "Yes, I do." Odile straightens once again, tucking a strand of sweat-slicked hair back behind her ear with a grimace. "It's not... conversations like these are... hard. Yelling is pointless for both of us. I'm sorry." "But you didn't—" "Siffrin," she says, and this time the syllables of your name twist, a rise and fall that cracks wryly in the middle. One sharp eyebrow arches up into the canopy of her hairline. "You're supposed to say you accept the apology." You stare. She stares right back. Oh. She's serious. "I..." you look down. "Um. Accept?" "Excellent," Odile says brusquely, and bends to peer at an invisible speck of dirt clinging to her forearm. She brushes at it with absent, studious flicks, the epitome of single-minded focus. "Then now we can move on with our lives."

[cherrycola27]

false god

Series Warnings: Mythology!AU. Language, alcohol, drinking. Military inaccuracies. Mutual pining, unrequited love. Allusions to and full smut. Minors DNI. 18+. Individual chapter warnings will come as needed. Banner Credit @thedroneranger

Specific Chapter Warning: Death, Dying, Grief

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Chapter 19: I Lived

Smoke clouded around you and singed your nostrils as you felt the fires from the depths of the Underworld surround you. To anyone watching or listening, it would look and sound like your jet was hit with a missile, presumably killing you because there would be no evidence of an ejection.

By now, the Daggers and others on the boat would be coming to terms with the fact that you were dead. In a way, you already were. Transforming to save Bradley would seal your fate.

You accept it.

Your bones creaked and snapped with each flap of your powerful wings as you gasped for air. Each breath you drew in felt like you were swallowing a thousand suns, but you had to push through the pain. You had to make it to Bradley.

You could see him struggling, just up ahead, desperately trying to slow his decent. You flew fast towards him, stretching out your arms, reaching for him desperately before—thwack— his chest collided with yours as you pulled him close to you.

Normally, his weight wouldn't be an issue for you. But you were so weak. You struggled to hold onto him. You looked around. Frantically hoping for some place to land. You caught sight of some cliffs, just on the horizon. You could make it. You had to make it.

You beat your wings harder. Trying to get to the cliffs before your body gave out and you returned to mortal form. They were getting closer and closer, but as you approached, you could feel your power slipping. The flames surrounding you snuffed out. Dark spots clouded your vision before everything went black.

.............

A smokey, bloody cough and the sound of Bradley's voice slowly brought you back to consciousness. You could feel your body swaying. The light hurt your eyes as you slowly opened them, letting out a groan of pain. Glancing to the side, you could see that you were tangled in the ropes of Bradley's parachute. Looking up, you could see that the two of you were snagged in some stray branches growing out of the cliff you'd tried to fly to.

"Angel, hey, there you are. There's my girl." Bradley said as he smiled down at you. You focused on him, trying to check his counter, but it seemed as if it was glitching, flickering between the fifty years he'd had when you first met him, and just over thirty minutes.

As you watch the times change, never settling on one, you realized two things. One, a choice that Bradley would make in the next half hour would determine his fate. And two, that choice had to do with you.

"Bradley, Love." You croaked out. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. "I'm right here, Honey. I can't reach you to untangle you. Just stay still. I triggered my ESAT tracker. Search and Rescue will find us and get us home." Bradley assured you.

That's when you knew what choice Bradley would have to make. There was no way you'd live long enough to be rescued, and you didn't have faith in the ability of the branches you two were tangled in to hold both your weights. Your arms were pinned to your sides. There was no way for you to cut yourself free. Bradley was going to have to.

Bradley was going to have to let you die.

"No." You breathed out, fighting to keep your eyes open. "They won't make it in time."

"What do you mean. We're fine as long as we don't disturb these branches holding us." Bradley says, his voice wavering slightly.

"There's not enough time." You say as a violent cough racks your body as you struggle to breathe. Blood sputters out of your mouth and splatters on your face, and Bradley's cheek."

"Hades? You're hurt! Just hang on, everything will be okay!" Bradley cries out. He uses your real name. It's funny, really. It's been so long that you almost forgot what it sounded like when he said it.

"I'm not hurt, Bradley. I'm dying." You say in as soothing a tone as you can manage.

"No, you can't know that. You're a Goddess. Mortal things aren't supposed to hurt you!" Bradley tries to argue back.

"Bradley, Love, I've been keeping something from you." You sigh, about to come clean. " A few weeks ago, for the first time, I saw my own lifetime counter. It showed me I had a few months left. I was going to die on my birthday. Minthe came to visit me and said that the Fates told her my lifeline was crumbling because I spent too much time on Earth and because I was tethered to a mortal." You tell him. He swallows thickly.

"Minthe said I could ask Hera and Aphroditie to cut my tether to you, but I refused to. The Fates said if I completed my quest for worthiness, I'd be resorted. I thought I would be able to figure things out before something bad happened. But I didn't." You chuckle before coughing again.

"Minthe also warned me that if I turned into my true form, it would take too much of the life force I had left, and it would kill me." You tell him.

"Why—why didn't you tell me?" Bradley asks you. You see the tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"Because you would have told me to cut my tether to you. To go complete my quest. That being with you wasn't worth my life." You shake your head. Bradley opens his mouth but quickly shuts it again because he knows you're right.

"But you're wrong about that, Bradley. That my life is more important than loving you. Because the truth is Love, I didn't have a life before I loved you. I was living, but I wasn't alive." You smile at him. "You gave me purpose."

Bradley smiles and lets out a small sob. "Why did you save me? Why did you save me knowing that it would kill you?" Bradley asks you tearfully. "You're my reason for living. You're my purpose, Bradley. Now that I've lived in a world with you in it, I couldn't imagine one without you. You're worth more to me than immortality." You tell him truthfully. "I love you."

"I love you too, Angel. There has to be a way to fix this. I can't lose you." Bradley sobs.

"It's okay, Love. I've accepted my fate." You sigh. "Bradley, I have had more than a hundred lifetimes. I have done and seen so much. And even though I have been alive so long, this is the first lifetime I have truly lived in. This is the only one I have enjoyed. I have loved and been loved by someone. I have made friends and been a friend to many, and most importantly, I learned to love who I was and that I am enough. You and our friends have given me more than I ever could have imagined." You say as you feel your own tears streaming down your face.

"I am not afraid to die, Bradley. And you shouldn't be afraid for me either. I know I'll be okay, and you will be too." You smile at him. "How am I supposed to live without you?" Bradley asks you, desperation in his voice.

"I'll always be with you. I promise." You assure him.

The wind blows the two of you, and you hear the creak of some branches snapping.

"There's not much time left, Love. I can't do it myself." You tell him as you struggle to try and reach your dagger.

"Can't do what?" Bradley asks you, panic in his voice.

"These branches can't hold us both. And I can't reach my dagger. Bradley, I need you to get the knife out of your boot and cut me free." You tell him. Horror flashes across his face.

"No. No! No, no, no, no! You can't ask me to do that, I won't!" He shouts through tears.

"Bradley, you have to. If you don't, we both die. And it's not your time, Love." You tell him.

"Hades—please don't make me." He cries.

"I wouldn't if there was any other way." You try to comfort him.

"It's okay. I promise. This is my choice. It's my choice." You assure him. "But—" He stutters.

"So much of my life has been decided for me. I've only really gotten to choose two things for myself. Loving you and my own death. I don't regret either of them. Please, Bradley. I need you to cut the rope." You try to persuade him.

You hold eye contact with him for what feels like ages before he slowly reaches for knife. You keep telling him it's okay over and over again as tears stain both of your faces.

He moves to grab one of ropes, holding you. He drags the blade over it a few times before it snaps, and you drop a few inches. He repeats it three more times. When he gets to the last rope, you stop him.

"Love, before I go, I need you to promise me something." You say to him. "Anything." He tells you.

"You have fifty years, six months, three weeks, five days, and eighteen hours left. Promise me I won't see you in the Underworld a second, too soon." You say to him. It feels odd saying his time out loud. You've never told him before.

"Hade��Angel—I" He trails off.

"Promise me, Bradley." You insist.

"I promise." He finally relents.

"Thank you. I love you. Remember, this isn't goodbye, this is see you later." You weep.

Bradley moves his knife to cut the final rope. Tears spill from both of your faces as you whisper "I love yous" to each other over and over again until the final stroke of his blade.

You don't feel yourself falling. It feels more like flying than anything. You look up just in time to see Bradley's time go back up on his counter, and you smile.

You stretch your arms out wide, accepting your fate as the air rushes around you. You're not scared. For probably the first time in all your centuries of life, you're at peace. You don't dread dying. You've been around death so much that it feels more like a memory, like an old friend welcoming you home.

You don't feel yourself hit the water. You don't feel the icy sting of it. Instead, you feel warm all over, like being wrapped in a blanket. You don't feel the water filling your lungs. Instead, you focus on watching the sunlight overhead start fading, more and more, until it all goes black.

............

The knife falls from Bradley's had as he tries to reach for the ropes attached to you, immediately regretting what he'd done. But it was useless. The cord slipped through his fingers as he cried out your name.

He could feel his heart breaking as he watched you fall further and further down. It shattered the moment he heard you hit the water.

Bradley was forced to dangled there, alone, staring at the waves you disappeared under for another two hours until he was rescued.

His eyes were red and practically swollen shut from the tears he cried. His throat was raw, and his voice gone from screaming in agony.

Maverick was waiting for him on the chopper. All it took was one look at him, and Maverick knew that Bradley knew you were dead. Only Maverick didn't know you died in front of him. He assumed that Bradley saw your jet explode. That's what everyone thought.

Maybe it was for the best, though. How would Bradley ever explain the truth?

When the rescue helicopter landed on the carrier, there were no cheers or victory celebrations. Instead, the Daggers, Cyclone, Warlock, and several others stood on the flight deck, all wearing matching somber expressions.

Maverick got off first. Bradley followed. His large frame practically dwarfed his uncle as he leaned on him for support. Hangman and Bob quickly rushed to his side, each grabbing an arm to help hold him up.

"Rooster—I—Bradley—I'm so sorry." Jake is the first to speak. "It's my fault. I'm so, so sorry." His voice cracks.

"It's not your fault, Jake. She knew the risk. We all did. She made her choice. We can't change it. All we can do is accept it and prove ourselves deserving of her sacrifice." Bradley tells him before wrapping his arms around Jake and letting out another sob and dropping to his knees on the flight deck.

It takes the Daggers and Maverick almost an hour to get Bradley back to his bunk. And even though it's beyond cramped, none of them dare leave Bradley alone. They're all too afraid of what he might do if he's by himself.

Maverick sits beside him on his bed. And even though it's small, Bradley manages to curl up with his head in Maverick's lap as the tears silently stream down his face. Maverick runs his fingers through Bradley's hair, trying to soothe him. It's the same thing he did back when he was a kid after Goose's death.

Maverick has to fight his own tears. He feels so bad for Bradley. Almost everyone he has ever loved is dead. Maverick knows he is the only family Bradley has left. He worries about what will happen to Bradley after he's gone. You were supposed to be there for him. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

...............

The rest of the deployment goes by in a blur for Bradley.

He's numb to everything around him. He doesn't remember debriefing about the mission. He just goes through the motion.

When they finally get back home, Maverick drives him to your house.

Penny and Amelia are there waiting for them with Hydra and Cerberus. When Bradley walks through the door, the two animals immediately rush to greet him. Bradley walks by them and sits down as they both stare at the door, waiting for you to walk in.

"She's not coming home. She's never coming home again." He tells them as he chokes back another sob.

Hydra and Cerberus each whine before coming over to the couch and sitting with Bradley. "She's gone, Hydra. She's not coming back, Cerby." Bradley tries to explain to him. He doesn't know if they understand yet, but he knows they can tell something is wrong. They don't leave his side for the rest of the evening. Not even as Penny makes dinner and cleans up or as Maverick makes himself comfortable in one of the guest rooms.

Neither of them leave Bradley's side as he trudges up the stairs to shower, nor do they leave when he flops onto the bed and burries his face in your pillow.

They are still there when Maverick rushes in later that night because Bradley woke up screaming from yet another nightmare.

He doesn't go back to sleep after that because every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is you, falling to your death and all he can think about is what he could have done differently.

.............

You thought you might have been in pain when you first woke up in the Underworld, or maybe cold. You'd never thought to ask the souls that stood before you waiting for judgment what it was like when they first found themselves there. It never occurred to you that you might be in their shoes one day.

But you certainly didn't expect to feel smooth silk sheets under your fingertips or a velvet pillow under your head. Nor did you think you'd be in such a pleasant, calm space. But that's exactly where you were as you slowly regained consciousness.

You sat up and stretched your arms out and discovered that your hair had been braided and you were wearing a flowing white gown with a gold belt around your waist.

"Is this what happened to everyone when they died?" You wondered.

You sat up from the bed you were laying on tentatively putting your bare feet on the floor. Taking stock of yourself, you were thankful to find that you still had all of your tattoos, the anklet from Bradley, and your wedding ring, but something felt off. You couldn't quite place it.

Standing up, you looked around the room only to realize that you weren't alone. There was a man standing a few feet away, looking out a window.

"Hello?" You called out to him timidly. He whipped around, and the tension from your body immediately melted away as you recognized him

"Poseidon! Brother!" You cried running to hug him. "Hades! Sister, you're awake!" He sounded startled as you jumped into his arms.

You pulled back and smiled at him, happy to see the brother you cared for and the only person from Olympus you actually missed.

"Si, it is truly wonderful to see you. Oh, how I have missed your brother!" You said as you hugged him tighter.

"Hay, I have missed you too, sister. You are truly a sight for sore eyes." He smiled down at you.

"Si, as happy as I am to see you, I'm curious as to why you're here." You tell him. "What you mean?" He asks you.

"I mean, why are you in the Underworld Poseidon? Why are you not with the others?" You ask him. He furrows his brow before he realizes what's happening.

Poseidon takes your hands in his, and both of you sit down at a stool in front of the window. "Hades, dear sister, we are not in the Underworld. You have been restored. We are on Olympus. Welcome home."

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200mph: part five | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.3k

rating: pg

warnings: swearing, kissing, fluffy fluff fluff jk and reader are too cute

summary: all doubts have been thrown out the window, it’s just you, jungkook, and the overflowing love you two have been holding from each other.

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Was Jungkook dreaming, or did he just kiss you?

Not only did he kiss you, but you kissed him back! You were a blushing mess, but he loved it, loved the way you looked so content with him, so happy with him.

Oh, he definitely felt like the man now.

As he walked back to the house, he couldn't help but curve his lips into a small smile, bringing the tips of his fingers up to his lips, remembering yet missing your soft, gentle touch. He wished he could feel you more often.

Some time ago, he wasn't quite sure what he wanted, in terms of a relationship, with you, just friends, maybe even friends with benefits? He knew he started to gain feelings for you, fast, but also thought you saw him as nothing but a horndog, a fuckboy as Jimin would say.

Thank god he was wrong.

You were such a sweet person, and seemed genuinely interested in him the same way he felt for you. Hell, you wouldn’t have kissed him back if you didn’t.

He couldn't rush into things though, couldn't bring you too deep in his world just yet. As much as he wanted to, there was a lot more about his street racing than you were aware of, a lot more danger that he didn't want to put upon you. Was it fair to be selfish, to put this upon you because he couldn’t seem to turn away? Not really, but then again, he wouldn’t be questioning himself if he didn’t think things would become serious with you two.

He'd have to save that conversation for a later date.

Making his way up the unkept front lawn, he noticed most of the frat house lights were still in use on the first floor, meaning almost everyone was still up. So much for trying to get decent sleep tonight, he thought.

Nonetheless, Jungkook greeted them all with waves when he stepped foot through the door, quickly heading upstairs and turning into the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror and brushed his hair back, letting out a sigh of relief as he rested his elbows on the counter.

“I kissed Y/n. I kissed Y/n.”

He then started to worry, panic. What does he do now? Should he text you? Would you think he was being clingy?

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, rubbing his forehead.

The night ended so fast and of course he wanted to come in, spend more time with you, but he can't. At least not yet. Deciding it wouldn't hurt to text you, he sent a simple message.

kook: Had a great time tonight, would love to see that pretty smile again soon. Goodnight, Y/n.

Surprisingly enough, you had messaged him back within seconds.

you: dw, i’m sure you will!! :)) sweet dreams kook xx

Sweet dreams indeed, especially with his mind full of nothing but you. Your eyes were so pretty, millions of stars shining through them. And your smile, fuck your smile was so gorgeous. Your lips, just so kissable. He was in way too deep.

Shutting the lights off, he slowly made his way to his bedroom. Spotting the smaller man across the room laying on his bed reading, he chose to ignore him. That is, until said man spoke up first, dropping his book onto his lap.

“Hey! We were all wondering where you were earlier? Thought it was weird for you to miss a party, and not even tell us.”

Jungkook scoffed quietly at him, rummaging through his drawer looking for a pair of sweat shorts. “Can't a guy go out for a night without everyone up my ass about it?”

Jimin's words were muffled slightly behind the closet door as Jungkook changed. “Just seemed odd. For you to miss stuff like that.. I mean.”

“Who's to say I wasn't having a good time elsewhere, huh?” He smirked at Jimin once he came back into their shared room, taking off his shirt and throwing it across the room and into his overflowing hamper.

“Because she'd be in here with you right now, and I would've had to find another bed to sleep in.” Jimin said quietly, shoving his face back into his large book.

If only Jimin knew who that girl could've been, unknowingly talking about his best friend and the idea of her sleeping with his roommate. But if that's the way he talks about Jungkook with the people he brings over, all hell will break loose if he actually did find you in Jungkook's bed.

He slipped under the covers, turning back to Jimin one last time for the night. “Joke's on you, I'm not like that anymore. You could say I've turned over a new leaf,” he laughs.

“I'll believe it when I see it.”

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“Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself in disbelief, leaning against the door to your dorm as it closed shut. You stood there without moving, frozen and in shock.

Jungkook kissed you. And you kissed him back!

You walked over to the bathroom, checking your appearance in the mirror. You noticed your lips were faintly swollen, sporting a slightly darker red hue on them, similarly to your blushed cheeks. Hopefully Jungkook payed more attention to your lips and didn’t notice some of the mascara that was on your under eyes.

Speaking of him, why didn’t you invite him inside! Yes, you’d been moving fairly fast, but it was very obvious that the both of you feel something with each other, way more than a friendship. Would he have said yes though, would you have been disappointed if he would have said no?

You would’ve made sure the two of you didn’t go any further than kissing, but it would’ve been difficult to hold back the lust you have for him. The man was beautiful, it would’ve been difficult for anyone to keep their hands off of him.

The buzz of your phone on top of the sink broke you out of your deep train of thought. It’s almost as if he knew you were thinking about him. Picking up the small device, you smiled at his message, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

kook: Had a great time tonight, would love to see that pretty smile again soon. Goodnight, Y/n.

Geez, if he didn’t have you wrapped around his finger before, he certainly does now.

This was a different feeling for you, getting all giddy over a simple text message. Of course, you immediately texted him back, making sure you messaged came across as cute as possible.

you: dw, i’m sure you will!! :)) sweet dreams kook xx

Fuck you wanted something more with him.

How could Jimin say such awful things about Jungkook? Maybe it’s because they’re roommates, and he has to deal with him way more than anyone else? Or was there something that Jimin knew and you didn’t?

It confused you, but you couldn’t ask him about it. If anything was going to happen with you and Jungkook, Jimin would have to be one of the last people to find out.

It hurt you a little bit, knowing that you couldn't ask Jimin for advice, since he'd been suspicious of you for a few days now, or anything about Jungkook in general.

You wanted to know more about his racing, what made him get into this kind of sport, how long he had been risking his life for, was he tied to anything else? You also wanted to know about him personally, who were his close friends, what were his relationships like with his family members? There was so much more, and yet the only person who could really give you the answers were Jungkook himself.

It also scared you that you would lose your friendship with Jimin. If he found out about you getting involved with Jungkook, what would he say, how would he feel, would he leave you? When you even mention Jungkook's name, you feel.. almost hatred coming from Jimin’s end, there had to have been deeper issues between the two of them that you weren’t aware of.

As much as Jimin claimed he "wanted to protect you," it just seemed like he could have been hiding something. But what though?

You rubbed your forehead, sleep getting the best of you after the long day you’ve had. No matter what happens, you know Jimin would never leave you like that, and if Jungkook truly felt a certain way towards you, he wouldn't either.

Just one step at a time, you thought.

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The library was quiet, only a few students had been in and out while you’d been sitting here, tucked away lounging in one of the corners.

One of your afternoon classes had been cancelled, opening up a perfect spot to get some time in to study. It’s not like you wanted to study for your physics class, but there really wasn’t any other choice.

Thankfully, your phone buzzed, startling you from the sudden noise in the quiet room. A message from Jungkook appeared on your home screen.

kook: Are you free rn? I wanna see you for a little bit.

Thank god for him, physics would just have to wait.

you: yeah, i’m in the library. back corner by the windows

kook: Be there soon, pretty.

Not even five minutes later, Jungkook came jogging through the aisles of bookshelves, whispering “sorries” to the other students. A huge grin took over his face once he caught sight of you.

He began whispering to you, grabbing your hands and helping you up from the chair. “Lemme borrow you for a minute, you can leave your stuff here, I’ll bring you back.”

You weaved your fingers with his, looking up, admiring his side profile. “Is this your big plan to secretly murder me, getting me away from everyone?”

He stifled a laugh, “Yep, been plotting all day.”

He led you out of the library and down the hall a few feet. Opening the broom closet door slightly, he looked down the hall both ways, checking for anyone around before gently nudging you inside.

He shut the door behind him, turning on the light to the small boxed room. You noticed he seemed a little nervous, sweat coated his hairline and he was breathing slightly heavier than normal.

He took in a deep breath before letting out his troubles. “I wanted to do this in person, but I didn’t know when we’d see each other again and honestly I didn’t wanna wait any longer,” he let out a small laugh.

He brushed your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ears as his hands made their way down to yours, locking your fingers together once again.

“From last night I think it’s easy to say we both have feelings for each other,” he said, looking down at his feet. “I was up all night thinking about you, about everything that I want there to be with us, and it scares me that things have been moving so fast but I just.. feel comfortable around you. I just don’t wanna continue to push for anything if you’re not ready.”

You quickly shook your head no, smiling up at him. “Trust me Kook, I feel the exact same. Last night kinda helped confirm everything for me.”

He brought his hands up to your jaw, cupping your cheeks gently, “I know you’re friends with Jimin and I’m sure he’s tried to persuade you away from me, but I can’t worry about that anymore, I can’t have people push me away from things in my life, from you.”

“Then don’t let them,” you whispered.

He quickly stole a glance at your lips, leaning forward slightly before the two of you met intimately once again.

His thumb moved slowly, lovingly, along your jawline, while hips lips kissed yours so gently. His other hand was around the back of your neck, pulling you closer into him.

You wrapped your arms loosely around his waist, moving your bottom lip, sucking on his slightly. Before things could get too heated, he pulled away, still keeping a close distance with you.

“Y/n, before I go crazy please.. please just tell me that you’ll be my girlfriend?”

He asked, his eyebrows barely pushed together as he raised them, a look of hope was painted across his pretty face. His chest rose and fell as he was breathing heavily, looking deep into your eyes.

Jungkook’s fingers continued to rub back and forth against your cheek gently, patiently waiting for you to answer his question. He was nervous, but also was confident in your answer.

You had to think, of course you wanted to be with Jungkook. That wasn’t even a question. No matter what Jimin had said, he didn’t know Jungkook like you did, he didn’t know how well he was treating you, how happy he made you feel, how loved he made you feel.

This wasn’t Jimin’s relationship, this was yours and Jungkook's. And you were willing to make things work with him, whether that would have consequences with other friendships or not.

Nobody is perfect, everyone is allowed to have flaws. Even though Jungkook seemed close to it, he wasn’t perfect either. You had done stupid things in your past, and if what Jimin had said was true, it wasn’t fair for you to hold that against Jungkook, it would’ve been so hypocritical of you.

Licking your lips, you gave the tall man a small smile as you soothingly ran your hands up and down his muscular back, in hopes to calm him down, comfort him even.

“Yes,” you whispered, lightly pecking his lips. “I'd love to be your girlfriend.”

And in that moment, you had never seen Jungkook look happier.

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a/n; thank you so much for waiting for part five🥺 it’s been so hectic but i’m glad to have gotten this out when i could🤍🤍please leave me feedback and let me know if you wanted to be added to the taglist for future updates!!

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Rivers and Roads

Chapter 4: Complications

Everything feels like it’s in fast-forward once you arrive at the hospital. You pull up to the birthing center and Price runs in to grab you a wheelchair. He’s got two nurses with him when he rushes back out and as they get you situated in the chair they ask you a flurry of questions. 

“When did your water break?”

“Have you been timing your contractions?” 

“How far along are you?” 

You do your best to answer but the pain of your contractions has you crying out. 

The nurses get you into a birthing suite and help you get into a gown and onto the hospital bed, preparing you for the doctor to come to check on you and the anaesthesiologist to come with your epidural. 

Five minutes later the doctor comes in and introduces herself. She quickly gets to work checking your cervix to see how dilated you are. “Well, you’re only two centimeters. Once we get the epidural started we can get you a birthing ball and adjust you for now to get you moving in the right direction. If that doesn’t work we will have to administer Pitocin.”

After that, there is more flurry of activity once the anaesthesiologist arrives. Not twenty minutes later you’re on your side in the bed with a peanut ball between your legs. Price is next to you holding your hand as you doze. The pain tremendously lessened now, allowing you to relax. 

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You're covered in sweat, tendrils of hair sticking to your face and you swear you swear you can still feel your left side despite the epidural. It must be wearing off. You've been at this for what feels like days despite only pushing for 45 minutes.

You arrived at the hospital that morning and it’s probably the middle of the night now, you’re unsure. Honestly, the beginning of your labor was easy, you mainly laid in the bed waiting for yourself to be dilated enough to push. It’s definitely not easy now. 

This wasn't how you imagined the birth of your baby. One partner whose remains had drifted over that beautiful cliffside and the other god knows where who chose to walk away from you. Still, you are grateful for the man holding your hand beside you now.

John Price never imagined he'd be in this situation. Your hand gripping his (quite painfully, god your grip is strong), and him wiping away your sweat and tears. He knows he isn't the man who should be here and he knows that he shouldn't have sent Ghost to chase a lead so close to your due date even though the man doesn't even know you're pregnant at all.

He watches you flush, tears leaking from your eyes through another round of pushing and cursing, and thinks he is quite possibly the biggest bastard on earth for keeping this secret for you. 

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You're exhausted. Worn out. Dead beat tired. The doctor between your legs encourages you with each contraction. Only a few more pushes she says and you're almost there. You sob, heaving breaths as sweat and tears run down your face. Squeezing Price's hand you start to push again, praying that this is the end.

The relief of hearing your baby cry for the first time is overshadowed by the blood rushing through your ears and the sudden dizziness you feel. You can't make out what the doctors are saying over the buzzing in your head. 

"What...what are they saying," you slur, tongue feeling heavier than lead in your mouth as you roll your head over to look at Price. "Where's my baby, why can't I see my baby?"

Price arranges his expression into something neutral and tries to reassure you but the room erupts into chaos around you. The monitors attached to you start to wail.

"BP is dropping."

"She's hemorrhaging." 

"We need an OR stat. Page them and tell them we are on the way."

"Sir, we need to move her. You need to leave now.”

The last thing you feel is Price's hand leaving yours before you slip under into a cool abyss.

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Ghost never made a habit of bringing his personal cell with him on the job but sitting outside a cafe waiting for his contact he needed a means of distraction. He’s been too in his head lately. He misses Johnny. He misses you. He regrets the things he said but he has no idea how to fix it. He sees how you look at him. With anger and sadness and something else he can’t seem to identify. He knows a simple “sorry” could never be enough. 

His thoughts are interrupted by the unexpected ringing of the phone in his hand. He doesn’t recognize the number but not many people have his personal contact. “Hello, this is Simon.” He answers. 

“Hello, this is Anna, I'm a nurse at Christ Hospital. I’m calling regarding your wife?”

He is immediately at attention. “Yes, what is it?” 

“Sir, we need you to come in immediately, your wife is in emergency surgery after giving birth and we need to know her wishes and next steps.” The woman sounds apologetic. 

“Yes of course. I-I’ll be right there.” Simon hangs up the phone in a daze. There’s obviously only one person they could be calling about. But you weren’t pregnant…were you? 

“Watcher this is Bravo 7-0, over,” he says into his earpiece. 

“Bravo 7-0 this is watcher send traffic, over,” Laswell replies smoothly. 

“Watcher I need immediate extraction, over.” 

“What? Bravo 7-0 your contact is en route.  Are you compromised? Over.”  

“Damnit Laswell! Get me out of here immediately!” He yells, walking away from the cafe. 

“Copy that,” She answers, her voice hard. 

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You’re so still lying in the hospital bed, pallor not quite right due to the blood you lost. The doctor told him that you needed two separate blood transfusions. He knows you’ll be fine but he wants you awake. To confirm to himself that you’re still here with him. 

Despite your complications, the doctor reassured him your little girl is healthy. Six pounds seven ounces and nineteen inches long, she is absolute perfection in his eyes. He can’t stop staring at either of you, comparing your features. Simon is almost positive that Johnny is this child’s father, and for that he is grateful. 

The baby starts to fuss and he prepares a bottle just like the nurse showed him earlier. Once done he gently lifts her and cradles her in his left arm as he grabs the bottle with his right. She latches on with a little trouble but eventually suckles gently and surely at the artificial nipple. Once done he gently burps her before she settles back down into sleep. 

Forty-five minutes later Simon is standing by the window gently telling the baby all about you when he hears you. A soft raspy “John?” coming from your throat has him stiffening. Not quite ready to face the music.  

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[queer-as-used-by-tolkien]

LIGHTBULB MOMENT!!

When I'm reading fiction, there are usually stopping places, either because of pacing or chapter breaks or whatever. Sometimes it's just "Ok I've had enough for now" or "YIKES I need to sit and think abt that and then get distracted."

Its quite possible to Stop Reading and Go To Bed if I really so desire. I'm realizing the inherent hypocrisy of that statement. But staying up all night reading is a PLEASURABLE activity that I CHOSE for myself. Even if I regret it later, it was still enjoyable and I did get something out of it and, usually, at least in some small part of my mind, it was worth it.

Doomscrolling social media? No. Not. Ever.

Its unpleasant at the time, because I'm worrying about going to bed but unable to really log off. It's miserable when I DO get off and am trying to sleep, because I can see so clearly now all the time I've wasted and how could I have been so weak-minded. It's miserable in the morning with less than ideal sleep because I know I didn't lose sleep for any good reason. And it's miserable the whole day because there was nothing I gained from staying up all night doomscrolling, nothing positive added to my experience, absolutely zero reasons I'd ever choose to do so again.

And then I DO do so again, that very same night, and I'm cursing myself and hating myself because why, why, WHY can't I just go to bed???

Social media scrolls endlessly. There are no ups and downs, no stopping places, and even IF something profound comes across my dash and I want to stop and think, it takes GREAT WILLFUL EFFORT to actually do so.

Natural fiction has its peaks and valleys, it's slow points and fast points, it's build-ups and climaxes.

Human brains are wired for that sort of natural diversity in pacing. That's why books do it that way!! Because life is like that! Life has ups and downs, relationships have ups and downs, the day and the week has ups and downs. Relationships grow and deepen, work, effort, reward works on similar paths and cadences, even sex is supposed to have a build-up and a climax and then it's OVER, it's DONE, you can stop and rest and go about your day. Children are born, grow old, have their own thrills and "best day of my life" and then it all winds down in death, you can stop, you can rest (eternally in the presence of God if you so desire).

Social media robs you of the down-points, the lows, the valleys, the resolutions after the climaxes, the quiet peace of everyday life. Social media just has one thing after another after another after another, and yeah some posts are longer than others.

But none have the slow rolling quality of real fiction that sits comfortably in your mind, ready when you are to come back, and pick up where you left off, and explore the next nook or cranny of life and human experience.

[demontime09]

Faded - chapter 3

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I wake up, my mouth dry as fuck. I groan and sit up, my sheets are a mess, Chris's clothes on the ground. I sit for a second, rubbing my eyes, yawning, and it hits me.

Chris kissed me before he left. He held my hands, told me I did good, let me cuddle him, and then he..

He kissed me. And once again I am reminded that through everything, even with his problems and his troublesome actions, I know he cares about me. And that is enough for me to stay.

I get up, order breakfast, make coffee, and while eating I notice we never finished the joint. It's sitting in my ash stray completely put out. "That doesn't make sense. That was- that's his weed." I thought. I creep over and see, a note?? "Finish this off for me, ma. -C" I can't help but smile cheesily.

It's just like Chris to gift me leftover weed.

My phone chimes. It's my friend Eve.

"Theres a party tonight

at my place Char,

ur man might be there too"

"Thanks but I might skip"

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My shoulders slump. I always hate letting down my friends but partying with Chris means I'll have to take care of him and ill be anxious all night. Which isn't all bad, I do love making sure hes all right. I'd just rather pick him up and do it in my own home.

My phone chimes again.

"Cmon Char, we miss you."

I huff out a sigh, I miss them too.

"Okay you've

convinced me, what time?"

Chris's POV

I have 0 clue where I am. My eyes focus on the object in front of me. Furry.. gray, it squeaks. My face scrunches as I sit up, disgusted. UGH that's like the biggest rat I've ever seen in my life. I find my footing, the pounding pain in my head worsening. Where's Charlotte with a glass of water and medicine when I need her. Charlotte. Where is Charlotte? At home I assume. I feel my pants for my phone, it's not there. I panic for a second before I see it on the ground a few feet away.

It takes about 30 seconds for my eyes to focus on my phone and 30 more seconds for my thumbs to move across the screen. I'm definitely high.. when did I get high? I blink a bunch and as I'm about to call Char my phone chimes. It's my old friend Eve from highschool.

Eve

Chris come to my party tonight.

Char will be there.

Alr

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Oh god Charlotte, she's all I need right now.

She'll know what to do, I think as I stumble back to my car.

I call her as soon as I'm sat in the driver's seat.

"Hello?"

"You home?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I'm coming over, I need some help ma."

And with that I hang up and almost speed to her house.

Before i get there, I pick up a bottle of rum and scotch, my favorites. Along with a huge can of pepsi. Why not start the party a little early?

I'm smart enough not to drink while driving, but as soon as I get into Charlotte's house I'm mixing my drink and chugging it to dull the pain in my head. She tiptoes out to me, looking as gorgeous as ever, but I'd never say that out loud.

I kiss her lazily on the temple. "Hey ma" "what do you need help with?" She immediately asks. Straight to the point, classic Char. "I jus' don't feel great and I need to be okay for that party tonight" I cringe at how needy I sound but Charlotte's eyes brighten immediately. "What kind of help?" She asks gently.

The alcohol must take affect very fast because before I know it my lips make contact with hers as my hand grabs the back of her head. I tilt it back to get a better angle as my other arm snakes around her waist, and then on her ass, and the back of her thighs. We smash against the fridge and she yelps on impact.

I pull back, nod toward the bedroom, my chest heaving. She looks a mess but it's so so hot. I take her hand and lead her there, where I spend the next 30 minutes inside her. She takes me from behind like she always does, I'm not an intimacy guy. And once I'm done she doesn't try to ask for aftercare or cuddle. She lays there for a short time before cleaning herself up, redressing, and waiting for my next move.

"Um, yk ma, I wish I could stick around but I-" "I know." She cuts me off. Her face neutral. "Alright, I'll see you at that party later then.." she smiles, her eyes tired. I leave quickly and for the 1 thousandth time, cuss myself out for not being different for her.

Authors note :3

Don't start complaining abt how the sex scene had no detail, there will be more. 😈😈

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 45

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 8,728

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 45 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Fingering, Angst

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Waking up today you realize your stomach doesn't hurt as bad anymore. Still Hoseok wants to take you to the pharmacy to take your meds out.

Like many other places you've never been to a pharmacy before. Anything you needed because you were sick was given to you by Ji-Woon or one of the other maids. It's moments like this where you realize that you very much lived a sheltered life back at the Baeks'.

The weather is surprisingly warm so you dress in short sleeves but carry a cardigan with you. Hoseok is dressed similarly to you with a short sleeve black shirt and jeans. It's his need to want to show off that you're a couple by matching clothes. You could care less for things like that but it's what Hoseok wants and you can't deny him because he won't allow it.

You're sat in the passenger seat of his car and you watch as he readies everything before setting off.

"If you're good maybe we can get something to eat on the way back home," he says.

You shoot a look his way he doesn't catch as he starts up the car and drives.

If you're good. As if you were a child. He always does this. Gods he infuriates you.

"You say that almost every time we go out."

Hoseok exits through the gates before giving you a quick look. "I'm just letting you know is all. Especially after your-"

"Escape attempt. I know." You roll your eyes before looking out the window.

You hear him sigh as he continues to drive.

"I know you want me to trust you more it's just," he pauses. "I'm a little paranoid that you might try again. You can't blame me for feeling this way."

You want to huff an indignant laugh but you refrain from doing so. Instead you shake your head.

Hoseok reaches out for your hand to hold onto your lap. His grip isn't too tight nor too soft but enough to know you can't shake him off. He lets go of it from time to time when he needs to use his hand for something else but holds onto you quickly after.

When you reach the pharmacy Hoseok states you are there. You don't know what you were expecting but when you reach the red and white building with 'Pharmacy written across it it doesn't seem real.

Hoseok grabs your scripts he left rolled up in the cup holder and gives you a quick look. "Come on," he says when you don't move.

You unbuckle your seat belt and slip out of the car slowly as you look around. You can see through some of the foliage that there's a lake by the pharmacy. You'd like to check it out but Hoseok cuts off your view with his body.

His hands come up to cup your face before kissing your forehead.

"Please be good," he whispers across your skin but you hear him all the same.

He grabs your hand and leads you inside the building where the air is on. It doesn't feel as cold as it did in the hospital so you don't regret leaving your cardigan in the car. Your eyes dart here and there as you try to take everything in but Hoseok is walking fast towards the back of the pharmacy so you don't have a chance to. It makes you pout a little but you say nothing.

When you look forward you see Hoseok took you to sealed off area with openings for people to talk through with the pharmacists. No one is in line in the named 'Drop-off' location so Hoseok takes you directly up to it. There's a pharmacist right before you and she's typing on the computer and doesn't acknowledge you at first. You figure whatever she's doing is too important to stop and so you wait as you look around.

There are so many things around you. Mostly made up of necessities but you see a section of toys as well. Your attention is everywhere so that when the pharmacist speaks up you jump a little.

"How can I help you today," she asks.

Hoseok hands her your scripts with a small smile.

"Just need these two scripts, Cindy."

She smiles as she begins to type in the information from the scripts. She doesn't say anything as she does this and Hoseok doesn't try to make a conversation with her.

You look off towards your side and think about the lake.

Again, like many places, you've never been to a lake. Not any body of water to be exact so no oceans either. Anything you know is from media and you find that you're wanting to check it out. Hoseok seems to realize your attention is somewhere else because he squeezes your hand for a second to draw your attention to him.

You hum questioningly as you look at him.

"Something on your mind, pretty girl?"

You haven't heard him call you that in a while so for a moment you're caught off guard before you look off towards the front of the building.

"There's a lake here."

Hoseok nods. "Yeah. It's called Newton Lake. A nice little area to fish in or just to relax around."

Your attention is still facing towards the front of the pharmacy and it seems like he's getting where you're going with this.

"Do you want to go to the lake?"

You look up at him and nod.

He smiles. "Then we'll go. But first your medicine and then we can grab something to eat and come back for the lake, okay?"

You nod your head again.

That sounded good enough to you.

A minute later Cindy asks for you birth date and you tell her. She writes it down onto the scripts and tells you the wait would be 15 minutes. Hoseok isn't bothered by it and leads you over to a seating area where you both sit down.

You slip your hands under your thighs as Hoseok rests his arm over the back of your seat. His legs are crossed and he sighs when he leans back.

"Have an idea of what you would like to eat," he asks.

Shrugging your shoulders you look at him. "I don't know what there is around here."

His brows raise slightly and he nods. "Well there's the Korean place, McDonald's, Friday's, pizza - it's up to you."

You're not unfamiliar with some of the ones he's mentioned. You've been taken to them if not by him then one of the other guys. McDonald's is new to you believe it or not so you shrug your shoulders again before you speak.

"McDonald's I guess."

"McDonald's it is then." You can hear the smile in his voice. "I don't think I've ever taken you there, right?"

"No you haven't."

"There's a first for everything." He sits up a little in his seat. "It's not something I try to eat all the time but it's pretty good. There's a variety of things but it's mostly made up of burgers and fries but there is a salad and nuggets if you prefer that."

You've had homemade burgers before but that's it. You'll see what variety they have when the time comes.

You cross your arms and lean back. It seems like you're going to be spending most of your time today with Hoseok. You were hoping you'd be spending it with Namjoon so you can talk to him. After your talk with Yoongi last night you came to the realization that something must be up. He's warned you against his brother before but this is the first time he's divulged that much information about it.

He's prone to lying... You don't want to believe that. Even Minjeong said how Namjoon couldn't be trusted.

A heavy feeling settles into the pit of your stomach.

You really don't want to believe them or maybe they're right but things are different with you because Namjoon likes you. How far would a man go for a lie? It just didn't make sense to you and if it were a lie what are his motives? He loves Hoseok. He wouldn't hurt him, right? What the two of you have is something that was built over time. He couldn't help the way he fell for you. The same way you fell for him.

There are so many things you want to believe and not want to believe. You're not going to break your head over it right now because you don't want Hoseok asking you questions on why you're so quiet - on why you seem so worried. You'll save this for another time. For a time when you know you'll have Namjoon to yourself.

Hoseok spends his time playing with your hair and look down at his phone. Your time is spent with you spacing out and it's with a pat to your back that you snap out of it. You look around and towards Hoseok who smiles at you.

"Your meds are ready, baby."

"Oh," you say as you stand up.

Time went by fast. You're actually grateful for that because you no longer have to sit here and wait in silence.

You join Hoseok by the register where they ring you up. Everything is fine as Hoseok signs electronically and pays for your medicine. You don't have health insurance since you're not under the Baeks anymore but Hoseok doesn't seem to mind to pay for you. He does mention though that he'll have you under his health insurance too. You don't say anything about it. You can't find a reason to other than some day you won't be needing it once you're gone but that's for another time.

Once everything is done you two head out.

"I'll give you your medicine once we get something to drink. You said McDonald's, right?"

You nod your head with a hum.

"McDonald's it is then." He smiles widely as you both get inside the car.

He pulls out then to drive you off towards your destination. "After we get something to eat I'll take you to the lake. Be forewarned though, the geese there are kind of mean. Meaner than most. So hopefully they don't bother us while we eat," he chuckles.

You hum. "I've only seen geese once before. They flew into the garden and the servants had to chase them out."

From the corner of your eye you see Hoseok give you a quick look.

"In our garden?"

"No," you say. "Back at the Baeks'."

He makes an "Ah" sound. "Well thankfully that hasn't happened to us. The only issue we ever had were moles but that's been taken care of years ago."

It's your turn to give an "Ah" but no words follow after.

"You okay, my love?"

You look at him then out your window. "I'm fine. Just don't know what to talk about."

He hums. "I thought you were upset or something."

Shaking your head you look out the dashboard window and see as you come up to a series of restaurants that line up your right. One of them is McDonald's and you visibly perk when Hoseok drives into the drive-in.

You see that there's a big menu on Hoseok's side and you lean over to check it out. There's a person right in front of you talking through a speaker box which briefly catches your attention.

"Get anything you want. Just as long as you get something to drink too for your meds."

You purse your lips as you eye the menu the best you can. There's a variety of burgers to choose from and you guess on what they must taste like. Both that and you see the other stuff Hoseok had mentioned as choices. It takes you a minute to figure out what you want and you tell Hoseok who smiles. The person in front of you moves forward so Hoseok can come up to the speaker box and reiterates what you told him along with his own order when prompted. After he's told the price he moves around the building to pay for it all.

"I think you'll like your choice," he tells you. "It's actually Jimin's favorite to order."

At the mention of his brother's name you scrunch up your nose in distaste. Hoseok catches it when he looks over to you and laughs.

"It's okay to have things in common with him. Even if they're minor."

You huff. "I don't know if you remember correctly but I have a reason not to like him."

"Don't think I don't know." Hoseok says seriously. "I haven't forgiven him for that. I don't think I ever will. Even though he's my brother he fucked up. You're my everything and I wouldn't want you to feel so unsafe like that ever again."

Your eyes draw over to him. He doesn't look as bubbly as he did earlier. The contrast between his emotions then and now are bold. He looks like he means every single word that comes out of his mouth and you don't know how that makes you feel.

The brothers mean the world to each other. They forgive each other for everything and make excuses for all of their faults. To hear Hoseok condemn Jimin for his actions and hear how he's defending you in all of this - it all seems unreal.

Hoseok pulls up to the second window and thanks the person for the food and drinks. He doesn't see the way you stare at him.

You don't know how this news makes you feel but you know for sure that Hoseok is still Hoseok. He still gave you his saliva knowing what would happen and he still took you from your home. It's disappointing really.

You watch as he drives off and when he turns his head to look both ways he catches you looking at him and makes a questioning sound.

"What," he asks.

You shake your head before looking out the window. "Nothing."

"You were staring at me. Why?"

"It was nothing."

You don't catch the way he smiles as he drives off. It's probably best that you didn't.

"Well let's head off towards the lake. I know a good spot. It's usually Seokjin's go-to when he wants to fish near home."

You can only hum in response.

Hoseok turns on the radio but keeps the volume low. Something to fill the air of silence you guess. He flips through every station with a quickness. Whether it's because the radio DJ is talking or because he hears a beat of music he's not into, he quickly changes it until he finds one where the person rapping catches his attention. His fingers tap against the steering wheel to the beat and you figure he's heard this particular song before.

"I never took you for a rap person," you say.

He chuckles. "I like it. Yoongi got me into it."

You figured as much. Yoongi and Taehyung seem to be the only ones that has express their interest in music but as the one who actually dabbles with it on a personal level Yoongi must have some influence on his brothers.

"How about you?" Hoseok interrupts your thoughts. "What's your favorite genre of music?"

You shrug. "I'm fine with anything really but I really like rock."

To this his brows raise high as he takes a quick look at you. "Really? Never would have thought of that."

"What do you think I'd be into?"

He smiles. "I don't know. Pop mostly, not rock. Are you into the heavier parts of rock Iike metal or is it just regular rock?"

"I like some metal like heavy metal but I'm fine with just rock in of itself."

"Okay," he says with a nod. "You should introduce me to some of the bands you like and maybe in turn I'll show you which rappers I like."

You catch yourself smiling. Is it because you're interested in that proposal or is it because that day may never come? Right now your sanity is relying on Namjoon. If he turns out to be who Yoongi and Minjeong claims he is you don't know what you're going to do about that. You'll have to rely on Minjeong or maybe even Yoongi to get you out of Hoseok's clutches. You really hope their wrong though because you really did fall in love with him.

You're going to give him the benefit of the doubt because he's really shown you how much of a sweetheart he is. Yeah you two are doing things behind Hoseok's back which is wrong in some ways but you believe that you and Namjoon are just meant to be. That's why you'll hold onto hope that Yoongi and Minjeong are wrong. Maybe he's changed. Maybe...

A few minutes later you pass the pharmacy and roll around near the lake. You see some people fishing here and there and the geese Hoseok was talking about. They're out and about without anyone bothering them as your eyes try to take in everything around the area. Hoseok finally pulls up next to the curb and from there you see a nice shaded area that sticks out towards the water.

"Here," you ask.

"Yup." He takes off his seat belt. "But first, your medicine."

You look back towards him and look at the paper bag he picks up to open. Two small bottles come out to which Hoseok reads before popping them open.

"This one you have to take twice a day," he says as he hands over the pill. "I'll give it to you again before bed. And this one," he checks the bottle before opening it. "You take this one once a day."

You take the other pill from him as he puts a straw into your cup of soda before handing it to you.

You're quick to take the pills and wince a little at how strong the carbonation is.

"All done?"

You nod your head.

"Good. Grab your drink. I'll grab everything else."

The first thing you do is put on your cardigan. The area you'll be sitting at is shaded and you're worried you might feel chilly. After that you grab your drink and slip out of the car and wait for Hoseok to join you. When he does he leads you over to his brother's fishing spot.

Looking around you take in everything around you. Two small trees hang over the landing you're standing on with bits of sunlight peeking through the leaves. Two sets of benches rest on either side of the cement landing that sticks out into the still water. It's such a nice area that you can't help but to give a nod of approval. It's beautiful.

Hoseok sits down on the bench on the left and invites you over to sit down next to him.

"Here's your food, baby. Eat up."

You sit down and take the food from him. It smells good and the first thing you find yourself eating is the fries and then the burger. It's actually really good you can't help but to hum in content.

"You like it?" Hoseok asks after swallowing his food. He's smiling in an enamored way.

You nod your head before swallowing. "I like it."

"Good," he says before taking another bite of his food. "That makes me happy to hear."

The two of you enjoy the sound of leaves rustling as you eat. It feels peaceful out here and you watch as a man and who you assume to be his son paddling through the water with fishing poles hanging off the side. They're enjoying themselves, talking and laughing happily.

It's a bit odd you think. How everyone's lives just keep going while yours is far from that level of normalcy. It's a bit depressing to think about so you try to ignore it. You've done enough worrying that can last a lifetime and all of that can be dealt with another time. Not now. You just want peace.

"Maybe some day we can come here to fish. I know Seokjin would love that."

You raise your eyebrow in Hoseok's direction. "That's if he likes me."

"What makes you think he doesn't like you?"

"Hoseok," you start. "The majority of your brothers don't like me. Taehyung has been nice but he's made it very clear that he'll drop me for any small reason. Jungkook is self-explanatory and so is Jimin. Yoongi and Namjoon are the only exception."

"But what about Seokjin. I feel like he's been nice to you." He takes some fries to eat and talks around them. "Unless there's something I don't know about?"

You purse your lips as you think about the day when Seokjin basically admitted to spying on you. And of course yesterday when Yoongi caught the maid listening in for Seokjin. It makes you cringe.

"I'm just entertainment for him. Nothing more."

Hoseok sighs before straightening his back a little. "We're all entertainment for him but that doesn't mean he doesn't care." He takes a sip of his drink. "He has an odd way of showing it but trust me he cares."

You roll your eyes. "Whatever you say."

Hoseok giggles. "I mean it. One of these days let's go fishing with him. He'll like it and I'm sure you will too. Let's do it before it gets too cold though."

You won't deny or agree with him. You'll just let it be. Let him believe what he wants to believe.

You finish up your burger but still have some fries left. Hoseok is in the same boat and you both eat them in continued silence until you hear it. The calling of geese.

They slowly make their way across the water and you think they would ignore you but it seems the smell of food is what's drawing their attention.

"Oh no." Hoseok says. He bags your trash and scoots himself to the edge of the seat.

"Maybe they're just passing by."

The one in lead of the geese flaps its wings as they draw closer. Once they're near the edge of the landing Hoseok stands up.

"Move Y/N."

You're about to stand up when you hear one of the geese hiss and flap their wings at Hoseok.

Hoseok lets out a scream you've never heard from him before. It startles you a little but it also makes you laugh.

The geese hiss again and you think it's about to bite Hoseok until you grab your fries and and toss them into the water. They immediately move towards it and begin fishing it out to eat. You don't know if they can eat fries but it was the first thing that came to your mind to do.

In the moment of their distraction Hoseok snatches your trash.

"Get up, get up! Let's go!"

You're not in a hurry to leave. At least not until you stand up and one of the geese turns towards you to hiss. You yelp when it comes over for more food and nearly trip when Hoseok grabs you by your hand and tugs you away.

You're out of the way now on the grass. When you look at Hoseok he keeps shaking his head saying "No, no, no." You can't help but to laugh.

"Why are you laughing," he asks.

You just laugh some more. "You really don't like geese do you?"

He shakes his head again. "Not these ones. I told you they were really mean."

Your eyes close as you laugh and the sound of it seems to calm Hoseok down though because not a second later he begins to laugh too.

The two of you must look like a pair of weirdos laughing the way you are laughing. Like you didn't just come across one of Hoseok's fears and battled against it with some fries in hand. You don't know why it was so hilarious but seeing this new side of Hoseok caught you off guard.

He eases off from laughing and looks at you lovingly before straightening out and tugging on your hand.

"Come on. Let's go back home."

He pulls you along with him but you dig your heels into the ground.

"Wait!"

He turns to face you with a questioning look to which you answer.

"What about our drinks?"

His eyes follow the way you thumb back towards that hellhole flock of geese and he gets a chill that runs up his spine.

"Leave it. I don't like littering but today's an exception."

Your brow raises in his direction and you can't help but to huff a laugh.

"Sure whatever."

Hoseok tugs on you again and brings you into his side where he kisses your temple. You know he's over the moon having gotten such a positive reaction from you. You couldn't help it though.

You two toss your trash in a nearby bin before heading home. Today, so far, has been okay. It's been filled with entertainment despite your situation and despite how bad you want to have the chance to talk to Namjoon you keep your cool.

When you reach home you give a long, big stretch once you step out of the car. Hoseok rounds around the car to step in front of you and slips his arms around your waist.

"Did you have a good time," he asks.

Yeah actually you did so you nod.

He smiles. "That's good."

He gives you a look of endearment before leaning in to kiss you.

With every movement of your lips your hands climb higher and until they grip his upper back tightly. The motion makes his lips part and hungrily do you accept his tongue as it slips between your own.

You weren't expecting him to give you a hit so early into the day but he is and you're all for it. Maybe you should laugh more often if that's the case. Even though this time was actually at his expense.

Your tongues mingle and dance with one another as your head swims in ecstasy. You're flying high as your knees almost buckle beneath the sweet pleasure but Hoseok holds you close to him. He'll never let you fall.

He pulls back slightly so he can nip your bottom lip to which you whimper. His tongue laves over the spot before he hums in content. Slipping his hands towards the back of your thighs he hikes you up so your legs wrap around his waist and he holds you tight.

He gives a small laugh at your predicament. "I didn't mean to do that but kissing you is too much fun."

You hum as you bury your face into the juncture of his neck.

He laughs again and carries you off from the garage into the house where it doesn't feel as chilly.

Your arms slip from behind him and around his shoulders so you can hang onto him better. You feel the way his arms are secured around you and so you only sway the slightest bit as he carries you around.

"Where to, my love?"

It takes you a second to realize he was talking to you. You rub your face into him and shrug.

"Anywhere. I don't care," you slur.

He doesn't say anything in response. You just let him carry you off towards wherever.

When you start to wind down a little you see he's taken you to his room where he lies you down gently on top of the bed. He hovers above you with his hands pressed on the mattress on either side of your head.

"Hi there," he says.

"Hi."

He leans in to press a kiss to your forehead then the tip of your nose. You think he's going to kiss your lips again but he sighs instead. The reason behind it you'll see comes in the shape of his brother.

There's a knock on his door where Hoseok welcomes them in. You can't see his face from where you lay but you hear Seokjin's voice.

"I see that I'm interrupting something but I need you."

Hoseok undoes your legs from around him. "For?"

"It's time for a restock."

"I thought we had some time before so?"

Seokjin hums in a disagreeing manner. "I thought so too but someone bought in bulk so we're running out stock a little faster than we originally thought."

Sighing Hoseok looks back down to you and he looks like he's fighting with himself. Should he stay or should he go? Seokjin seems to realize this because he comes up with a solution.

"Namjoon is on his way home right now. If you want leave her here and he'll come and fetch her. I'll have him restock his portion later."

There's a pause.

"You know I wouldn't bother you if it weren't for the fact that yours is one of the more popular ones people prefer."

"I know. I know." Hoseok says.

He leans over you again and presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"Can I trust you," he whispers to you though you know Seokjin can still hear him.

The high is slowly slipping away but you understand what's happening and so you nod.

"Words, baby."

You lick your lips. "You can trust me."

His eyes bounce back and forth between your own like he isn't sure, but you don't know what it is he sees in them. Whatever it is leaves him feeling sure and he's convinced you won't run away.

"Okay," he says.

He gives you one more kiss before he pulls back and leaves you alone on the bed so he can join his oldest brother.

The door shuts gently behind him and the sound of it being shut is all that joins you in this sudden silence. You look around you as the high begins to dissipate.

Hoseok left you alone. Maybe back then you would have escaped but without a sure enough plan you know it's best to wait.

Despite the high that lingered in you you're sure you heard Seokjin say Namjoon is on his way. The thought of him soothes one side of you but another makes you feel a little anxious. Maybe this is the chance you were waiting for. You'll ask from him the truth. Is Minjeong lying? Is Yoongi lying? You're honestly a little afraid of the answer. You hope they are lying but then if they are then what is the reason for that?

You sigh and pull out your phone and access your contacts. You search for Namjoon and begin to type him a message. It's a few times do you type something out then erase it until you settle for something a little more lighthearted.

You: Seems like you're on baby sitting duty today."

It takes a couple of minutes before your phone pings with a message from him.

Namjoon: I heard. Seokjin rang me up a minute after you texted me.

Namjoon: I don't mind though ;)

You huff a laugh before sitting up.

Namjoon: Head to my room. I'll see you in a few.

Your brows raise slightly.

This will be the first time you'll be alone in a room that isn't Hoseok's. Namjoon must really trust you. Just that thought makes you feel a little bad because your trust in Namjoon is wavering a little.

With that thought in mind you stand up and head to his room but that's not without you looking around to make sure no one spots you. It'll be known with Hoseok and even Seokjin that you'll be spending time with Namjoon but you don't appreciate people sneaking up on you the way that one maid did yesterday with Yoongi. No one is around though and so you take the chance to hurriedly make your way over to Namjoon's.

The first thing that hits you when you open the door is his soft scent. It comforts you as you look around before deciding to sit on his bed. You don't want to touch anything in case it breaks.

When you look down at the sheets you note it's the same ones he had on the first time he touched you. Of course it's been washed since then but it doesn't stop the warmth of embarrassment to coat your cheeks.

You pull out your phone and reread his message to you a few times before deciding to erase it. If you want Hoseok off your back you can't keep any of the messages you send out and receive. Especially when it's with Namjoon.

You're about to sigh while you wait but then the door suddenly opens to reveal Namjoon. He wasn't kidding when he said he'll be home in a few. It doesn't stop you from jumping when the door swings open.

He's dressed in a button-down long sleeve shirt with cufflinks that shimmer beneath the light. His pressed slacks cover his long legs and you catch yourself staring for too long to which he chuckles.

"Hey there, princess."

You smile up at him. "Hey."

It's like all of your problems seemingly wash away at the sound of his voice. You're disgustingly in love with this man.

He walks over to you and places a kiss onto your forehead before pulling back to undo his shirt.

You can't help but stare when he reveals a thin shirt he has beneath the long sleeve. His arms are bare and you note the way his muscles flex with every movement he does. You clear your throat then as you try and find something to talk about.

"I um... I hear that you guys have to stock up."

Namjoon pauses by his hamper as he went to toss his shirt away. His head slowly turns towards you and he has a frown.

"Something wrong?"

Your brows furrow together. "What do you mean?"

He slips his other shirt off and reveals to you his body. You can't help the way your mouth dries up at the sight of his toned abs.

"You never like talking about work so I thought something might be wrong."

He's right. You don't like talking about his work. His look of worry let's you know he's concerned and for a short minute you wonder how you could ever doubt his interest in you.

Namjoon walks over and sits down in front of you. His hand comes up to caress your face where you lean your head into him. Your hand comes up to cover his own and he smiles.

"Talk to me, princess. What's on your mind?"

You smile back at him but it wavers a little with your thoughts. Thoughts filled with his brother's words. He's prone to lying. It makes your heart feel like it's stuck in your throat. You have to ask him.

"Do you," you start. "Do you like me?"

His brows furrow as he throws a look your way. Like he finds what you said to be funny.

"Of course I do." He scooches closer to you. "I like you. A lot."

His words make you smile. "That makes me happy to know."

He shines a brilliant one your way. "I like everything about you." He removes his hand from your face so he can hold your hand and bring it up to his lips. "I like your smile." A kiss. "I like your laugh." Another kiss. "I like your body and the way you writhe around me when I'm fingers deep into you." Here he nips at your fingers.

You can't help the way your heart beat picks up the pace and the way arousal starts to pool into your center.

"But most of all I like how trusting you are."

Trusting. You're not all that trusting if you want to confront him for answers and he seems to notice something is wrong because he puts your hand down.

"Hey. Hey what's up?"

You shake your head. "I don't know I just-"

"Whatever it is. Do you need me to make it go away?"

You look deep into his eyes and the concern within them just makes your heart shatter and so without a second thought you nod your head.

"Yes."

That word. That single word makes him move. Makes him lean over so he can kiss your lips.

The kiss starts off soft as he cradles your face with both of his hands. You lean into him and part your lips to try and deepen it and he allows you to. Allows you to wrap your arms around him to draw him in closer to you and to drag him down on top of you. He follows easily as your tongues go to meet and for the second time that day you feel the high. It feels all the more pleasing to know it's coming from him. So much so that you moan out loud. Namjoon grunts as he lets go of your face to hike you up the bed so that your head rests against the pillow.

You kiss for a while like this before you feel his hand grip your shirt and cardigan and tug on it.

"Off," he says.

You know what he means and for the second that your lips part he helps you take it off.

His hand creeps across your arched back as he goes to unhook your bra. He frees you from it and takes that chance to pull back so he can take a hardened nipple into his mouth. You whine at the feeling and it just makes him suck harder.

"Ah Namjoon!"

"Shh," he shushes gently. He pulls back to look at you. "Don't want anyone to hear us."

In your heightened state of mind all you can do is nod. You'll try to be quiet.

You can tell he likes your obedience because it makes him smirk.

"Let's take these off, yeah?"

You nod again without knowing what he's talking about until he takes off your shoes and socks with your pants and underwear following after. When you're bare before him he groans.

"Look at you," he says. "So fucked out and I barely even touched you."

He begins to chuckle as he slips two fingers into your center in one go. It catches you off guard and makes you gasp out loud. The stretch is a little tight with his thick fingers but he makes up for the slight sting with a slow pumping pace.

You whine at the way he fills you up and writhe the way he said you do just a couple of minutes ago.

"That's it, princess. Come on. Fuck yourself on my fingers."

You grip the sheets with both your hands as you move your hips. Rolling back and forth and squeezing him tight as he presses up into your upper inner wall. Until he finds what he's looking for and it makes you moan in a salacious manner.

He continues to drag his fingers across your sweet spot as you gyrate your hips. The feeling along with the high is overpowering and you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter by the minute.

Your walls pulse around him and it makes him laugh.

"You're close. Are you going to come for me?"

You nod your head with a whine.

"Good. Give it to me then."

You moan out loud despite him wanting you to stay quiet. You can't help it. You're so close. You want this so bad but you're not getting there just yet. He seems to realize this because you feel him move so he can situate himself between your legs where he brings a hand up to stop you from moving and flicks his tongue against your pearl.

A loud moan is ripped from you at this. You're even closer than before. The high is slowly leaving you but the pleasure from him remains.

"Namjoon I'm gonna come."

He grunts and pulses his fingers faster and harder into you and just like that you snap.

You gasp a few times as you begin to come around him. You feel the way your arousal slips out of you to coat his tongue and fingers. He takes it joyously as the pleasure from your orgasm thrums in and around you. You feel so overwhelmed from it all that tears slip out of your eyes when you clench them shut. Your body shakes from residual pleasure and you have to push Namjoon away for him to give you a break.

You try and calm your breathing as Namjoon slips out of you. He crawls up to sit next to you and kisses your cheek a few times before pulling back.

You appreciate him letting you calm down before you two do anything else. You really need to so you can be at your best to please him in return.

Swallowing, you open your eyes and look up at the ceiling as thoughts slowly start to creep back into your mind. Thoughts you wish you didn't need to think in a time like this. You can't help but frown when it's Yoongi's words that hit you. He's prone to lying. Again and again and it makes you frown. Namjoon notices and he sighs.

"You okay?"

You close your eyes and nod.

"Did I - Did I do something wrong?"

The absolute concern in his voice makes you feel bad that this is the way what you two did ends.

You go to sit up and turn towards him. Giving him a sorry smile you place a gentle hand onto his thigh.

"I'm just stuck up in my head," you say.

He nods slowly before grabbing your hand on his thigh with the one that wasn't just in you.

"I guess what we did was just a temporary solution," he laughs.

You laugh along with him.

"If it bothers you so much we should talk about it."

"What about you?"

Namjoon smiles. "Don't worry about me right now. Hoseok will be a while. Stocking up takes time so we have some time with each other." He pats you on the shoulder. "Let me just wash up. You get dressed and then we'll talk."

"Okay." You stand up to grab your clothes he threw to the floor and get dressed.

You feel bad as you watch him go to his bathroom. All he wanted to do was clear your mind and there's no other way you could have ruined that than the way you just did. You guess you should have talked about this beforehand anyway.

You dress up again but leave your shoes off so you can keep your legs crossed on his bed. It doesn't take him long to join you and when he does he picks out a shirt from his drawer to wear. When he's done he comes over to lie down next to you and grabs your hand to keep held in his.

"So," he starts. "Talk to me. What's on your mind?"

How are you going to go about this? You need the truth either way you spin it and so you start with Yoongi.

"Yoongi has been worried about me," you say.

Namjoon raises a brow. "What's he worried about?"

You bite your lip. "About us. You. Specifically."

Namjoon purses his lips but he lets you continue.

Looking up at the ceiling you sigh. There's no other way to go about this.

"He warned me about you." Your hand squeezes his. "He said you have the tendency to lie." Your voice shakes a little. "I don't know. He just seemed really concerned. I guess he doesn't want me to get hurt is all."

Namjoon doesn't say anything at first. He just stares at your hands. His thumb caresses the back of yours mindlessly. You know he can hear your heart beating powerfully against your chest and it just makes you nervous.

Should you bring up Minjeong as well? You don't know if that's the right move to do seeing as she's an outsider so why would her opinion in all of this matter to him?

You shake your head and sigh. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up."

"Do you believe him?" He sounds void of any emotion and it's startling. "Y/N?"

You don't want to believe Yoongi or Minjeong but what do they gain from the lies?

You cover your face with your other hand as you take in a shaky breath. "I don't want to believe him. You've been nothing but nice to me. You've come to mean everything to me. I-" Don't say it. "I'm in love with you."

The stillness in the air is suffocating. It's even worse when you hear laughter.

You remove your hand from your face and look at Namjoon. Really look at him as he laughs.

Your brows furrow. "What?" It's all you can ask.

He falls over onto his back and covers his face with both his hands as his laughter grows louder.

"Namjoon? W-Why are you laughing?"

His laughter still rings around you until he takes a deep breath in and uncovers his face to sit up on his elbows.

"I was thinking," he starts. "Yoongi really knows how to spoil the fun but when you said you fell in love with me? Maybe I've been a little too good at my job."

Your blood begins to run cold beneath your skin and your hands begin to shake. "What do you mean?"

Namjoon looks at you and gives you a sympathetic look. "Oh Y/N. You're just a little too gullible aren't you." Not a question but a statement.

Your eyes begin to grow watery. What did he mean? No. What did he actually mean?

"Na-Namjoon." You shake your head. "What are you on about?" But you think you know.

He closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose in amusement. When his eyes open again he huffs a laugh and raises a brow.

"Yoongi's right, princess. I do have the tendency to lie. A lot."

You sit up on your knees as you go to face him. "But you've never lied to me... Right?"

Namjoon nods. "Oh I have. Every step of the way."

"But - But why?" You're beginning to hyperventilate. "Why would you lie? You like me. You told me you like me!"

To this he hums. "I do like you but in a way a kid likes their pet rat. You're just too fun to mess with."

Tears are shed from your eyes as your mouth hangs ajar.

How could this be? No, this is a joke. But the longer you wait for him to say that this is a horrible prank it never comes and your heart aches.

You lick your lips and they taste salty with the tears that come streaming from you.

"Then what was everything? Everything you ever told me? Every time you touched me and I touched you?! What the fuck was all of that?!"

"Acting, princess. Acting."

"Buy why?!"

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "It's all for fun. I like to see how far I can get away with things." He shrugs. "Can't do much of that with my brothers since they already know but you were new and oh so willing. So so gullible. All I had to do was whisper pretty little things into your ear and just like that you were hooked on everything I had to say." He begins to smile. "Getting in your pants? Oh that was just a bonus. But to know you fell in love with me? Now that's a joke if I ever did hear one."

You feel like you're going to be sick. Your hands are shaking and you feel disgusted. Disgusted with him and disgusted with yourself. How could you have let him get away with it this far? He's right. You're so gullible. So so stupid. How? Just how? You should have heeded Yoongi's warning from the first time then maybe you wouldn't be feeling all of this now.

You hiccup as you go to wipe your tears and stand up on wobbly legs.

"Where you going, princess?" He actually seems interested to know and it pisses you off.

"Fuck you!"

He grabs his chest as if you wounded him but then he laughs. "I should have gotten you to jerk me off before breaking the news."

A broken sob escapes you before you snatch your shoes and run out of his room. You slam the door behind you. Hard. Anything to drown out his disgusting laugh.

Your view is blurred by all of your tears and you can't help the loud sobs that come from deep within your chest. You're heart broken and you can only blame yourself for that. You do but no matter who's to blame it doesn't ease the ache from deep within.

You run down the hall and through your tears you're barely able to see who it is you collide with but their arms come to wrap around you as your knees buckle beneath your saddened weight.

"Y/N?"

You look up at the voice and see that it's Yoongi and seeing him only makes you cry harder.

"N-Namjoon," you cry out feebly.

It seems like he puts two and two together because he lets out a sigh and holds you closer.

"Why," is all you can ask.

Yoongi rubs your back gently before helping you into a room. A quick look around shows that it's his room and you briefly wonder if he's been here all this time.

You know he can smell Namjoon all over you and you don't know if he knows about what the two of you did. Embarrassment courses through you as well as sorrow. You feel like such an idiot.

Yoongi holds you close and just lets you cry in the middle of his room. There's so much to unpack right now. You don't want to but you can't cry to Hoseok about this. Not if you value your sanity. Not if you value your life. Just the thought of that makes you cry more.

"It's going to be okay." Yoongi says but you don't even know if he even believes that.

"It hurts," you say.

"I know. I know."

You keep crying until there are no more tears to be shed. Until you're left feeling like a husk. Until all you can think about is how this has to be a nightmare but you know it isn't. It's your reality and it hurts so bad.

You push away from Yoongi lightly and he lets you. When you look at his face he holds no emotion until he gives you that stretched out half smile of his. You can't bring yourself to smile back.

"Sorry," you say.

"You have nothing to apologize about."

"No. I do. You warned me about him but I didn't listen. It took Minjeong getting into my life to start asking questions."

Yoongi sighs. "I'm not here to say I told you so so if you're expecting that don't. I'm just here to comfort you."

Why is he so sweet? Should you even trust him? You don't know anymore at this point. The only thing you know is that you're hurting and you don't want to be in this house anymore. Not if its occupants are just here to torture you.

It's sad how far this little thing you had with Namjoon went. Despite Yoongi knowing you were close to his brother he doesn't exactly know how close you two actually were. Should you tell him? Will he tell Hoseok? You have to get this off of your chest though. Maybe this will send Yoongi into overdrive and convince him to help you escape.

You look into the man's eyes before you and you see nothing but a calmness.

It was now or never right?

"If I tell you something will you promise to help me leave?"

Yoongi's brows rise up his forehead before he gives you a neutral look. You know he's thinking about it and it makes you nervous the longer he stays quiet. But then he goes to sit down on his bed and invites you over with a pat of his hand.

"Tell me," he says. "And I'll do my best."