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rkived · 4 years ago

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year 22 (m) — jjk

‘‘I knew you’d be standing in my front porch light, and I knew you’d come back to me.’‘

Pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x f!reader

Genre/Tags: angst!!!, drama, a lil fluff, f2l, e2l-ish, pining, slow burn, smut

Rating: M +18

WC: 11.5k

Warnings: time jumps, underage drinking, jk being a douchebag for most of the fic, reader can’t catch a mf break, mention of character death ((no major one tho)). smut in the form of oral (f. receiving), fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex ((wrap it b4 u tap it y’all)), my being called pretty kink making a brief appearance soz

A/N: i listened to cardigan for the first time n had it on replay the whole time i wrote this so ig u should do it too ! this is my first time posting smut on here but who would i be if i didn’t throw in some good angst ? also tysm to @periminkle for being my unofficial beta reader n checking it up for me, she knows i’m constantly looking for her validation n i def wouldn’t post this if she didn’t love it ilu vira thx for being the best ever mwah !!!

You’re five, cowering behind his mother’s legs, sniffing as tears stream down your face. In front of you both stands Jungkook, there’s remorse written all over his face as his mother stares him down with hands on her hips and a look that just screams that this is only the beginning of his punishment.

‘’Apologize to Y/N right now Jungkook, or I’ll have your father have a word with you,’’ she threatens with a stern tone, making her son quickly shake his head no. ‘‘You need to learn how to share your toys.’’

You peek behind her lanky leg and find the slightly older kid looking at you with narrowed eyes, ‘‘I’m sorry, Y/N.’’ He apologizes with a bow, but he’s obviously displeased with the whole ordeal.

His mother sighs and Jungkook pouts at the look on her face. She urges you to come out from your not-so-secret hiding spot and to go back to playing with him, even though you seriously doubt that will do any good to what just happened.

Jungkook’s bedroom door is kept open as he sits back down on his city patterned carpet, you twiddle with your thumbs and stare at the Spiderman poster on his wall. There’s an awkward silence between you two until you feel a toy bump your crisscrossed legs.

It’s the shiny red car he had refused to lend you before, provoking an argument between you two which eventually made you run out of his room in tears as you ratted him out to his mom.

‘‘Wooow,’’ you whisper in awe, taking the car in your hands with so much care, treating it like it’s one of your newest dolls.

Jungkook huffs, crossing his arms as he looks at you with distaste and he’s forced to settle with other boring toys as you giggle to yourself, making the car follow the carpet’s tracks. He learns then to never trust his mother again. If she ever says she’ll bring a new friend for him to play with again, he’ll refuse wholeheartedly.

He doesn’t like sharing his toys, and it’ll probably take him a long time to learn how to.

You’re nine as you hand Jungkook one of the multiple Valentine’s Day cards you carefully crafted the night before with your mother, adding all kinds of pretty stickers and shiny glitter to make each one of them unique. His is different from the rest, though.

You added hearts to the dots in the I’s, there’s a hint of your favorite body splash enveloping the pink construction paper and it fills Jungkook’s nostrils with so much force that he feels he could gag at the smell.

‘‘What do you think?’’ You ask the fourth-grader with a big smile on your face, cheeks tinted with a light shade of red as you see him reading the little message you wrote inside the card.

Jungkook lets out a mocking chuckle, ‘‘Are you serious? You like me?’’ He asks you, but it doesn’t look like he’s looking for answers. Your smile slowly fades away, looking at him with glossy eyes, ‘‘I don’t like you, you’re just a dumb little girl.’’

His card was the one you had invested the most time in and yet it only took him a second to crumple it with his hand, and another five for him to toss it into the trash can near you before he goes back to his group of friends in the school’s playground.

You learn how to hold your tears in then, thinking it’s a great accomplishment and that maybe now he’ll stop calling you a crybaby.

His friends receive him with high-fives and he smiles with gratefulness because they just saw how much of a badass he can be. Once recess is over and everyone’s going back to their classrooms, Jungkook nears the garbage bin where he had thrown the Valentine's card in, but finds it’s now dirty with yogurt someone tossed inside.

He grimaces at the sight and sighs, there’s no way he can save it now.

You’re twelve and you’re the only girl in the treehouse who hasn’t gone through puberty yet. It wasn’t something that bothered you until just recently, when it became pretty evident why none of the boys would even give you a onceover compared to the other girls.

“I don’t know if I want to play,” you mumble after Kim Jihyo suggests playing spin the bottle. You’re the only one who opposes the idea, though you could count Jungkook in given as he just sat there without saying a word.

Park Yerim rolls her eyes, “You’re so boring, Y/N!” The comment makes the rest giggle as you pout at being the designated party pooper.

It’s all fun and games of truth and dares to whoever the bottle lands on and you’ve been lucky enough to avoid the tip of the plastic Coca-Cola bottle to point at you, until it lands on Jungkook who has done a few funny dares so far.

“Alright, Jungkook, let’s make things even more fun!” Jihyo announces since she’s been the one who has assigned most of the embarrassing challenges and questions, “I dare you to kiss one of the girls here for ten seconds.”

The dare makes the boys cheer with excitement and the girls gasp with anticipation, hoping one of them is the lucky chosen one. Your lips part slightly as you stare at him sitting across from you, he’s clearly not comfortable with the dare, but knowing him, he won’t express his current discomfort.

His eyes land on you as you stare back at him with concern, hoping that he’ll speak up to avoid himself the embarrassment. Has he even kissed someone before? If this is his first kiss, you’ll witness it alongside everyone else and you can only imagine how terrifying that must be. Even though Jungkook’s always been a brave kid, you can always tell when he feels under pressure.

“Uhm, I’ll uh—“ Jungkook keeps staring at you and you feel your heart start to beat like you just ran the usual ten laps around the gym in P.E class. Are you about to have your first kiss? With him?

You nod your head absentmindedly, a sign to let him know it’s okay for him to pick you from all the other developed girls who probably have more experience kissing than you do, but it’s okay because you’ve always been a quick learner.

“Yeji,” Jungkook says after what feels like forever, though it’s only been a mere few seconds, “I’ll kiss Yeji.” He adds, removing his eyes from yours and settling them on the girl with the high ponytail and pink colored nails.

You bite your bottom lip hard, breaking the dry skin as you feel yourself taste blood. It doesn’t matter because no one’s paying attention to you and instead they’re focused on Jungkook’s neverending kiss with Yeji.

When you get home that night, you look at yourself in the mirror and frown at your lack of everything. Is this the reason as to why he hadn’t picked you?

You’re fourteen and Kim Taehyung just sent you a message through MSN in which he confesses to have feelings for you. Your eyes widen, rereading the message several times, rubbing at your eyes just to make sure you’re seeing things correctly.

You run off across the street to Jungkook’s house, ringing the doorbell quickly for someone to open up. You’re greeted by him looking at you with an annoyed expression, he had to pause his GTA game to come and open the door.

“What do you want?” Jungkook asks harshly, crossing his arms as he stares into somewhere that’s not your face. He’s anxiously waiting for you to spit out whatever it is you’re there to say.

You calm yourself down by breathing in deep and out, blowing the air right at him, “Does Taehyung like me?” You ask him, making Jungkook’s eyes widen in surprise and his brows to raise.

His reaction tells you that you might’ve just discovered a secret you weren’t supposed to and it only makes your heart beat even faster because if it’s true, then this is a pleasant surprise. Kim Taehyung is one of the hottest boys in the tenth grade and he happens to be one of Jungkook’s closest friends. You think he must know something since you see them hanging out at lunch.

“Uh—I don’t know, Y/N.” Jungkook mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck, finally looking at you and he feels a gut wrenching punch in his stomach at the sight. “Taehyung isn’t a really good guy, you shouldn’t—“

“What are you saying?” You interrupt him with a question, confused as to why Jungkook was painting a negative picture of his friend. “He was really sweet with what he said, he thinks my eyes are pretty when they sparkle — I didn’t even know they did that!”

Jungkook grimaces and sighs, there’s really not much he can do here. You’ve always been so stubborn, so relentless. No matter how many times life tries to tell you something’s not meant for you, you challenge each and every one of it’s obstacles until you take what’s yours.

“Okay, then what are you gonna do? Date him? You haven’t even had your first kiss yet.” Jungkook reminds you with a mocking tone and you furrow your brows together because, how does he know that?

You stammer, “I-I have! I had it at camp last summer, actually!” That’s a lie, but he wasn’t there so he can’t prove the veracity of your statement. “And what do you care? So what if I want to date him?” You add with anger, not understanding why couldn’t he just support you in search of true love.

The thought of dating Kim Taehyung had never crossed your mind, thinking he was way too out of your league for him to ever notice you. But that confession sitting in your MSN chat now served as a nice feeling of knowing you aren’t as invisible as you think you are.

Jungkook scoffs, “Taehyung would never date you, okay? He’s older than you, he’s cool, he goes to parties and has kissed almost every girl in his grade, do you think he’d really like someone as boring as you?” He doesn’t mean to be so harsh, but you’re just so difficult and impossible to get through.

Jungkook’s used to the trembling bottom lip and the teary eyes that you give him everytime he says something that definitely strikes a nerve within you, but he’s always impressed on how you always refrain from crying in front of him. Last time you did that you were both kids and he probably took the last lollipop from your batch of collected halloween candy.

“Screw you, Jungkook,” you say through gritted teeth, and if looks could kill, he’d be dead already.

He looks at you quickly stomp your way back to your house, only heading back inside once you slam your front door shut. Jungkook enters his room to find two new messages in his MSN.

$$ kIm tAaEhyYyuNG $$: it worked!

$$ kIm tAeEhyYyunGG $$: she fell for it xDxD where did u even come up with the sparkly eyes thing?? that’s gold bro rofl

Jungkook sighs, ignoring the messages and shutting his computer down.

You’re sixteen and you’ve been invited to your first party. Granted, it was Jungkook’s, but he knew that if he didn’t ask you to come you’d probably tell on him with his mom. No matter what age he was, he’d always fear his mother’s scolding.

“Drink this!” Park Jimin says with his beautiful smile and you’re starting to realize why they gave him that very same superlative on the school’s yearbook. You take the red solo cup without any second thought, placing the rim straight to your lips and choke once you feel the liquid burn your throat.

“Ugh—What’s this?” You ask, cleaning the droplets of liquid around the corners of your mouth.

He chuckles, “Fruit punch!” The liquid is indeed red like the familiar drink you’re used to, but there’s definitely something else mixed inside. “Oh, and vodka,” he adds with wiggly eyebrows as he shows off the small flask he was hiding in his sweatshirt’s front pocket.

You gasp and hand him the cup back, “No, I don’t drink alcohol, sorry.” Jimin rolls his eyes and it reminds you of the many times you’ve received this same reaction from your classmates before. Always a party pooper. He’s about to take the plastic red cup from you until you quickly drink the spiked punch in one go.

The boy howls in excitement, “Woo, go Y/N! Another one coming right up.”

Jungkook knows he should be making sure everything’s alright downstairs. If his mother notices there’s at least one misplaced object, she’ll know right away something went down in her house while her husband and her were away for the weekend on an emergency trip to their hometown. Leaving him unsupervised only because they both believed their son was old enough to tend for himself.

But Jung Eunha had dragged him into his room with the excuse of wanting to see what it looked like, but the mini tour had turned into them kissing on his bed and Jungkook is thankful he changed his Spiderman sheets in exchange for some boring plain grey ones. Eunha smells like fresh mint and Jungkook is way into his head to focus on properly kissing her.

It’s not until his bedroom door is abruptly open, slamming against the wall that Jungkook literally jumps to his feet, making Eunha gasp as they both look at the person who has interrupted their awkward makeout session.

“Guk-ah, what are you doin’?” You curiously wonder, a hiccup following right after which makes you giggle. Jungkook’s chest rises and falls with quickness as he notices you look different from the last time he saw you twenty minutes ago when you were talking to Jimin. “Guk-ah, were you—you kissin’ Eunha?” You ask once more after not receiving an answer to your previous question.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks in concern, coming closer to analyze your weird state. You stretch your arm out to avoid him from nearing you, making him falter in his place as he studies your expression.

You hum, “Guk-ah, you busy. Sorry,” you apologize in a shy tone, ready to head back down and have more of that fruity alcohol punch you now found tasty, but you stumble and only avoid yourself from falling by holding onto Jungkook's door frame, he’s already reaching out by then.

“Are you fucking serious, Y/N? Get out!” Eunha complains with irritation, getting up from the bed and ready to kick you out of his room, but his free arm stops her from getting near you. “Whu—?”

“Eunha, go back down. I’ll deal with her myself.” Jungkook says as calmly as he can, thinking three’s a crowd and dealing with you wasn’t an easy thing in of itself. She’s about to argue, but he interrupts her again, “Go down, now.”

She rolls her eyes and bumps her shoulder against yours harshly once she steps out of his room, “Whatever, that kiss was shitty anyway.”

He pretends he didn’t hear that and takes you in his arms instead, dragging you to lay on his bed as you cuddle into his favorite pillow and hug it close to your body. How much did you drink? Why did you even do it in the first place? Jungkook knows you’ve never tried alcohol before, which means he’ll be in big trouble if you show up back to your house like this.

When you open your eyes hours later, your head hurts and it feels lightweight when you move it side to side. The room you’re in is familiar, that spiderman poster is still hung on the wall, but there are no more toys laying around the floor; they’ve probably been stored somewhere in his garage or sent off to a donation center under his mother’s demand.

The pillow that you’re hugging smells just like him and any other day you’d hold on to it tighter and inhale his scent like your life depended on it, but you abruptly sit on the bed as you’re reminded of how you got here. The action is not appreciated by your dizzy head, but you look around the room to notice how dark it is and there’s no more music playing downstairs.

You quickly jump to the ground, only to hear a “Fuck, ouch!” from below, stepping on Jungkook’s leg unintentionally. It makes you gasp, looking down to notice the older friend laying on the cold floor, having gotten rid of that childhood carpet of his. His head’s laying on a makeshift pillow made out of a towel and he’s trying hard not to shiver.

“I’m sorry, sorry, sorry!” You quickly apologize, stepping away from his figure as he soothes the shin of his leg you stepped on. “Jungkook, what happened?”

He sighs, “Someone decided to drink like five cups of spiked punch knowing damn well it was their first time drinking alcohol, stepped into my room like a crazy person, and then crashed on my bed like they—What’s with the face?”

“Bathroom.”

Jungkook grimaces while he holds your hair back, you’re throwing away all the liquid you had taken with a few additional snacks you had munched on earlier, “Are you done?” He asks in a tired mumble and you shake your head no.

He feels guilty that you’re in this position. He didn’t even want to kiss Eunha, but she was one of the most popular girls in his grade and he knew that if he turned her down she would most likely put a bad word in with the rest of the girls and the guys would make fun of him for being such a wuss.

That would’ve been better, because after laying you down on his bed he had to go down and tell everyone that the party was over, putting an excuse that the neighbors had warned him and threatened to call the cops. They all cleared pretty quickly, but he knew he was going to be the butt of the jokes come Monday. He even had to call your parents to let them know you had gone home to a friend’s house for a sleepover, which he knew wasn’t totally believable, but it had somehow gotten them convinced that their daughter was alright because they trusted Jungkook to never hurt you ever.

Once you feel like you’ve puked your stomach out, Jungkook hands you a pill accompanied with a glass of water and hands you clothes of his that might be more comfortable to sleep in.

“Good night, Jungkook,” you whisper once you’re laying back on his bed, still hugging the pillow he preferred to sleep with. He makes a sacrifice to make it up to you.

His back is going to hurt by the time the sun comes out in a few hours, but it’s okay if it means you’ll sleep comfortably after the events of tonight. “Good night, Y/N.”

He’s unable to sleep, but finds entertainment in your hanging hand beside his bed. The skin on your palm looks soft and there’s this strange urge inside of him that makes him want to grab your hand in his, but he refrains.

To calm the current chaos in his head, Jungkook finds peace in the light snores coming from his bed.

You’re just about to turn eighteen and your date to the prom is Jeong Jaehyun, who had only asked you out a day before the event because the girl he had initially wanted to take had been asked and he didn’t have a plan B.

Jaehyun is okay, at least he managed to get you a corsage that matched the color of your dress. He even smiles in the pictures your parents take of you both as you awkwardly try to look comfortable with his arms around you even though by then you had only exchanged a few sentences.

The prom’s theme is Summer Nights and you think it’s fitting considering this is the very last event before the graduation ceremony, meaning that you’d most likely never see most of these people ever again. You had purposely applied to a college that was outside of your hometown for that same reason. You’re ready to live the life you’ve always wanted to live, without anyone judging or knowing you.

Your date spends most of the night talking with his group of friends as you’re left alone on your table, looking at your well manicured nails. You knew you weren’t going to get the same prom experience the high school kids on T.V enjoyed, but you at least hoped it would’ve been a little more fun than this.

A tap on your shoulder makes you turn around to see Jungkook trying to loosen the tight tie around his neck. He looks incredibly handsome and you suppose his mother helped him pick the suit out, Jungkook rarely ever wore fitted clothing, so this is one of those once in a lifetime moments..

“Hey you,” you say and he gives you half a smile, wondering why you’re sitting by yourself at an empty table when everyone else was either mingling or dancing. “Where’s your date?” You ask with curiosity, you’re surprised that Jinsoul isn’t trailing alongside him given how she had behaved for the past week ever since he asked her to come with him.

“Retouching her face or something,” he answers casually, “what are you doing sitting here? Where’s Jaehyun?” Jungkook asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “Don’t know, probably talking with the guys of the basketball team. He’s been gone for a while.” Not like you care, anyway. If your conversation with him inside his car on the way to the venue had been any indication of what it would’ve been like for the rest of the night, you’re glad he's not here trying to make any more small talk with you.

Jungkook huffs, thinking he’ll kick his ass if he sees him. He had asked him to invite you so you wouldn’t come alone, and yet here you are, sitting all by yourself while the douchebag’s making a social life somewhere in the crowd. He calms down once he notices how unbothered you are by it, though. You’re a big girl now, you’ve been through too much to be affected by something as simple as this.

“Is there something you wan—“

“Dance!” You interrupt with excitement and Jungkook chuckles.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted something to drink, but—alright, let’s dance.” Jungkook can’t dance for shit, but you took lessons when you were younger and he can still remember how you’d always show him the routines you learned in class. He’d always boo you, but in reality you were pretty good. He wonders why you stopped, he doesn’t recall you ever telling him.

It’s just his luck that once you both step into the dancefloor, the hired DJ stops the up-tempo song playing before and switches to a much slower romantic one, “Alright everyone, I want all the couples on the dancefloor for this one.”

You step away from him with nervousness, it’s couples only after all. But Jungkook holds onto your lower back firmly, pulling you closer into his space. Your eyebrows raise as your lips part, “Uh, s-should we, uh—?”

“It’s just a song, Y/N. You wanted to dance, then we’ll dance.” He tells you with such confidence it makes you feel like this is totally normal and something all friends do. All the known High School couples are dancing together, heads tenderly placed over chests and chins resting lovingly above them. You wait for Jungkook to take the lead because you have no clue of what you should be doing, you might’ve taken dance lessons years ago but you’ve never slowed danced in your life.

Jungkook places his hand on your hip, the touch makes goosebumps crawl in your arms. He pretends he doesn’t notice it as he takes your right hand in his. You stare at the way he delicately holds it like it’s his mother’s fine china. “Place your other hand on my shoulder,” he instructs and you do as asked, your palm coming to rest on the strong muscle.

He’s only slowed danced once before at a family member’s wedding where his mother taught him how to, with her as the teacher. Back then he thought it was incredibly ridiculous, but now he’s sort of glad that happened because he’s the teacher now and you’re now looking at him with your big eyes as you sway alongside him.

You clear your throat, “This isn’t that hard.” Jungkook nods as he stares down at you, noticing how uneasy you are given that you’re looking at everything and not entirely immersed in the moment.

“You look beautiful tonight.” He says out of nowhere, making you look at him like a deer stuck in headlights, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He had never called you that before.

An awkward laugh escapes your lips, looking away from his intense gaze as you try not to take his words too literally, “Ha ha, that was a good one.” To you there’s no other explanation than this being one of his mean pranks on you.

But Jungkook doesn’t falter both his words and gaze, “I’m not laughing.” There’s seriousness in his voice and you have to look back at him again just to make sure he really isn’t, “You look beautiful, just take the compliment.” You nod and there’s silence between you two after that. You’re digesting the romantic lyrics that the singer is talking about and hope that the song ends soon, because you’ve never been this close to him and it’s starting to feel too crowded.

You clear your throat, “So…”

“So…,” he repeats.

“What are you doing for summer?” You ask him in an attempt to break the tension and wanting to take advantage of the little intimate moment since Jungkook rarely ever lets you pry into his private life.

“I think I’ll train before heading off,” he answers. It was more than obvious he was going to earn that sports scholarship he had been aiming for, he was one of the best athletes on the school; though you considered him to be the number one between them all. “I’m kinda scared, not gonna lie.”

You look at him with surprise, tilting your head to the side, “You’re scared?” You ask in disbelief because as long as you’ve known him, he’s never been scared of anything. This is the same kid who instilled your fear of monsters in a closet after watching Monster’s Inc. together, also the same kid who helped you get over it after he realized you had actually taken it seriously.

He chuckles lightly, “Yeah, I’m just scared about starting over.” It’s interesting how his biggest fear is the one you’re looking forward to the most, but you suppose it’s fitting for someone who has never had to worry about what people think of him. In this town, Jungkook has swam freely without any concerns. Out there, he’s just another fish in the big and scary ocean. “Aren’t you?” He questions, hoping that you’re able to relate to what he’s feeling.

“Honestly, I—“

You’re interrupted by Jaehyun clearing his voice in front of you two, making you both turn your heads towards his direction. You quickly separate from Jungkook and he feels his body lose the warmness you were providing.

“If you wanted to dance, you could’ve just asked. I’m your date after all.” He says smugly and you chuckle awkwardly, nodding because he’s right.

Jungkook wants to punch his stupid face, how dare he interrupt you both when he had been ignoring you the whole night? Why does he suddenly want to dance with you when he’s probably still upset at him for asking Jinsoul to the prom before he could?

“Your date’s looking for you, buddy. She doesn’t look too happy.” Jaehyun adds with a smirk as he takes your hand in his and drags you away from Jungkook towards another place on the dancefloor.

He’s left to stare at the way he holds your hand, and he only hopes he’s doing it ever so carefully.

You’re twenty when Jungkook sees you for the first time since you both left for college two and half a years ago. He’s rendered speechless when he spots you in the crowd, there’s a manly hand around your waist as you giggle into the stranger’s mouth before placing a kiss to his lips.

There’s only so much social media can provide him, pictures and stories aren’t enough for Jungkook to keep up with you. He thinks you’ve changed, not only appearance wise but you seem way more outgoing, carefree, and happy. Did he miss the boyfriend announcement picture? He’s sure he didn’t, he checks your profile almost every day and he’s never even seen him in any of your stories.

A gasp escapes your lips once you spot him, completely forgetting about the possibility of bumping into him given that both your schools were playing against each other that night. You tell Namjoon you’ll be right back and he nods, going back to a conversation with the group of college friends you had made.

You surprise him by jumping into him, arms around his shoulders as you hug him from behind. You let out a shrill of excitement and he blushes as his friends chuckle at the unexpected approach from this unfamiliar girl.

‘‘Jungkook! You didn’t tell me you’d be here,’’ you say once he turns around to face you and he’s able to see you better upfront. You look beautiful and he thinks the Instagram pictures are not doing you enough justice. You’re glowing, and it has nothing to do with the highlighter you applied on your face and collarbone area.

The both of you aren’t able to properly talk until you suggest moving to a different area, Jungkook apologizing to his friends as he explained he needed to catch up with an old friend. They don’t complain and instead shoot him teasing looks and small pervy comments that go by unnoticed to you.

Jungkook listens with intent to your ramble about what you’ve been up to. From your courses, to your roommates, the parties you’ve attended, and even the fact that you handle your alcohol better now. He’s happy that you seem so too, but it irks him that you hadn’t been capable of telling him that you had a boyfriend now. Is there a reason as to why you omitted that important piece of information?

‘‘And what about you? How’s college?’’ You ask with curiosity.

He blinks a few times, realizing you had stopped talking about yourself and was now wondering about him instead. ‘‘It’s fine,’’ he answers with a tight lipped smile, the lack of detail compared to you was astonishing, but even though you were still hungry for more you decided not to pry any further.

There’s fear in revealing that he’s been having a hard time catching up with the rest of his peers. College was indeed fine, but it could be better. He’s settled with the idea that this is as good at it’ll get, some things just aren’t like you expect them to be. At least you’re happy, and that fact brings him comfort.

‘‘Was that your, uhm─boyfriend?’’ He finally asks after a while, both about to head back to your respective group of friends.

The question takes you by surprise, looking at him with raised eyebrows and mouth agape. ‘‘Who? Namjoon?’’ He nods, though he doesn’t know anything about the guy he had first seen you with. You let out a wholehearted laugh, ‘‘Hell no, too many commitment issues with that one,’’ you answer and Jungkook’s forehead creases with confusion.

Why were you kissing him then?

‘‘We’re friends with benefits,’’ you inform him as if you had read his mind. ‘‘He’s a nice guy, though. Also, super smart, he’s helped me with a few of my─’’

‘‘You’re not a virgin anymore?’’ He abruptly asks, disbelief in his tone as he internally screams to himself for thinking out loud. Jungkook expects you to berate him about such an imprudent question, but is surprised when he sees you giggling.

‘‘Duh, silly. I think I lost it freshman year?’’ The carelessness in your voice makes him look at you like you’ve gone crazy. Why are you so lax about this? Why are you telling him about losing your virginity without a care in the world? ‘‘Anyway, are you going to be home for the─’’

Jungkook interrupts you once again, ‘‘Was it with your boyfriend at the time?’’ He asks in genuine curiosity and you sigh, rolling your eyes slightly at him.

‘‘No, it was some random dude at this party I went to. Could you please─’’

‘‘Y/N, are you insane? Why would you give up your virginity to some fucking stranger like it’s nothing?’’ Jungkook’s voice raises as he scolds you about being so negligent about yourself, ‘‘You can’t do shit like that!’’ He fumed, making you let out a breathless chuckle.

‘‘Could you stop treating me like a fucking child for once in your life? I’m perfectly fine, Jungkook. I’ve been doing pretty well for myself without you here, actually. I don’t know why you think you have a say on what I do, is it the entitlement you have of me that you still carry around because we grew up together? Because if that’s it then you can drop it, I let go of my little girl who wanted a friend and was treated like pure shit in return complex a long time ago.’’

He knows you’re right, but he thinks he’ll always have this odd sense of protection over the five year old girl who cried to his mom about not lending her his favorite toy. He’ll always want to apologize to the eight year old girl who declared her love for him with a Valentine’s Day card while he ended up breaking her heart in exchange. He’ll always wish to look for help within the twelve year old girl who witnessed him give out his first kiss to another girl who he didn’t even like. He’ll always feel guilty towards the sixteen year old girl who had gotten tipsy on a spiked fruit punch and crashed on his bed. He’ll always hate himself for not asking the seventeen going on eighteen year old girl to prom when he knew he could’ve, but chose not to in fear of ruining your friendship.

You only wanted someone to be there for you growing up and Jungkook had never been the brave boy you thought he was, always running from his fears in hopes he’d have a wide advantage margin from them. Yet here they are, standing right in front of him in the form of a twenty year old you, and they’re there to let him know that you’ve never needed him, yet he’s always needed you.

He can’t even apologize, he only looks at you with wide eyes as he fidgets in his place. Either you’re both too old now to understand each other or you just realized that you’ve outgrown Jungkook.

Your mouth set in a hard line as you crossed your arms, the night’s breeze feeling colder than usual. ‘‘I miss you Jungkook, but I can’t keep playing this cat and mouse game with you any longer.’’

You leave him behind to go back to Namjoon’s arms, seeking refuge in his sweet embrace as you try your hardest to put on practice what you learned all those years ago when Jungkook broke your heart for the first time, you should be used to it by now.

You’re twenty-one when you’re back in your hometown to attend the funeral of the old lady down the street, the one that always scolded you and Jungkook growing up.

You had been scared of her as a child, but always following along your friend’s footsteps when he proposed playing around her garden. It tugs at your heartstrings even if you hadn’t known the woman well. Her death was imminent seeing as she’d been ill for quite some time.

A taller figure stands next to you as you both stand way in the back of the ceremony. He looks tired and you figure that it’s because of the fact he arrived late into the night, you heard his car’s engine from your bedroom window. Dressing in all black, you notice he bought a new suit. You’re sure that the one he wore for prom no longer fits considering he’s bigger now.

You haven’t talked to each other since last year when you both left off on a sour note. The hurt you felt was no longer present, though. You chewed on your bottom lip as you thought of a way you could talk to him again without making things awkward, but you let out a small gasp once he placed his arm around your shoulders, giving it a small squeeze as he sighed and kept his focus on the service.

Watching the casket be lowered into the ground felt weird. She was a human being just like you, but her existence was a reminder of your childhood. Would it be okay to say that her death meant a part of you leaving with her too?

Once it hits you, it’s Jungkook who consoles you by hugging you tight. Your eyes are too blurry with tears for you to realize this is one of those rare moments where he’s holding you close without hesitation. He lets you ruin his tuxedo’s jacket with your mascara covered tears as he brushes your hair as a sign of comfort.

You know things are back in order when he proposes the idea to go back to the old lady’s porch, for old times sake. ‘‘Will we ever let her rest?’’ You ask him with a small laugh as Jungkook sits on the doorsteps of the old lady’s empty home, opening the bag of candy worms he bought at the grocery store.

He shrugs, ‘‘She loved us, always told my mom how much she missed us running around the street.’’ The revelation makes you smile, hoping it was true. He pats the empty space next to him, indicating for you to fill it up with your presence. Once you do, you feel the familiar warmth of his proximity.

Jungkook seems different and you only hope he’s changed for the best.

‘‘When are you going back?’’ You ask him with curiosity, hoping that he’ll be in town for a few more days so you can catch up with him on a better note this time around.

He munches on one of the snacks, ‘‘Tomorrow morning, I have training camp and can’t miss it.’’ His answer makes you sigh with disappointment, but you nod nonetheless. ‘‘What about you?’’ He asks in return, and you inform him that you’ll stay for a few more days to spend time with your family. There’s silence after that and Jungkook can only offer you the gummy worms in the bag, you take one with a small thanks.

‘‘College fucking sucks,’’ he says out of nowhere and it makes you look at him in bewilderement, ‘‘I hate it there, I wanna drop out so bad. But I’m a year away from graduating so it’s too late now.’’ You see his shoulders visibly relax, like a weight had been lifted off them. ‘‘Plus my mom would kill me if I do so,’’ he adds with a chuckle.

Last time you asked everything was fine. Had things changed or had they always been this way and he was just now being honest with you?

You rest your head on his shoulder and focus all of your undivided attention on him as he keeps rambling about what his life has been ever since he left this town. He’s had bad games, bad grades, and bad girls. But he’s also had incredible games, good grades, and a couple great hookups, and yet he still feels empty, it’s not enough.

‘‘I miss you,’’ he mumbles as he faces you, ‘‘I’m sorry for being such a shitty friend, you deserved better.’’ His apology is genuine and you can feel it in the way his voice trembles, sincerity has always scared him after all.

Jungkook’s never known when the time is right, and he misjudges the look on your face. When he leans down to press his lips against yours, he’s blinded for a mere moment into believing that you wanted to kiss him just as much as he had been waiting.

You abruptly separate from him with wide eyes and parted lips, ‘‘Jungkook, I’m─I’m dating Namjoon now.’’ He can physically feel his heart shatter, the revelation coming out like an old newspaper headline he should’ve read a long time ago.

He lets out a breathless chuckle, ‘‘He got over the commitment issues?’’ The rhetorical question is bitter.

You scoff, ‘‘And what about it? I preferred to wait than to rush into getting my heart broken.’’ Plus it’s not like you were expecting Namjoon to grow feelings for you, the whole no strings attached arrangement was named that way for a reason.

Jungkook looks at you with narrowed eyes and he shakes his head sightly. Old habits never die down, still so stubborn and challenging as ever.

He’s startled as you stand abruptly, fuming as you look at him, ‘‘I don’t even know why you care! Did you forget that you threw my Valentine’s Day card into the trash? Or that you kissed Yeji in front of my face? Or that you let Taehyung date me as prank between your friends? Or that you were making out with Eunha while Jimin kept giving me alcohol? Or that you asked Jaehyun to take me to the stupid prom even though I was perfectly fine going without him or anyone for that matter?’’

‘‘We were just kids!’’ Jungkook argues back at you.

‘‘It still fucking hurt,’’ you counter, ‘‘still hurts, actually. You think that by giving me a measly apology and kissing it better I’ll suddenly forget about all of it?’’ Jungkook knows it won’t ever make up for all those years, but he had at least hoped you’d be willing to give him a chance.

He wishes he could say something else. Explain that he had just tried to protect you in his own shitty way from everyone else or himself maybe, he doesn’t know anymore. He wants to speak up again, but there’s disappointment written all over your face, you’re not angry at him...just saddened.

‘‘Hope you have fun at your training camp.’’

Jungkook watches as you leave him sitting by himself on the old lady’s doorstep. A hand runs through his hair as he feels his eyes water, and he can almost hear a whisper in the wind that asks him why he didn’t stop you when he could’ve.

Jungkook didn’t think that his family coming together with yours for Christmas dinner would’ve been a great idea. You’re cold to him at first and it’s fitting for the winter weather, but as always it only takes for him to sit next to you for things to warm up again.

It’s with the excuse that you’ll run over to your house to grab a new bottle of wine from the kitchen counter that Jungkook trails behind you, both slightly tipsy on the different alcohols your families had offered each other.

Years have passed since he last stepped foot inside your home, you used to visit him more often than he did anyway. It still smells and looks the same; the only difference is that there’s new pictures of you hung up on the walls, updated accordingly to the changes you’ve made ever since you left off for college.

You’re sporting a big smile in all of them, which in exchange makes him copy the action as well. His lack of presence in your life has done you better than compared to when he was around, and if that’s the case, then at least he did something right.

There hasn’t been much said since the beginning of the night, just a simple hey out of courtesy. There’s so much he wants to say, but with no clue where to begin. Another apology is due, though he thinks it’s a little too late for that. He also wants to ask about what you’ve been up to since he last saw you, are you still dating the Namjoon guy you had told him about after he kissed you? If he’s still there, Jungkook rather keep quiet and not wonder out loud to you, he’s sure that it’ll hurt if it’s true.

Growing up Jungkook always mistook your bravery with stubbornness and your courage with relentlessness. You’ve always been challenging, but only because you wanted him to do so too. It’s moments like this that prove him that you’ve always been the stronger between the two.

‘‘So, we’re just gonna pretend like nothing’s wrong between us?’’ You ask, speaking directly to him for the first time that night. It makes him look at you like a deer stuck in headlights, surprised by the sudden question and out of all the years of knowing each other, he feels small under your gaze for once. ‘‘How much time is it going to pass until you want to finally talk things like adults?’’

Jungkook gulps the lump in his throat, his brain quickly thinking of the right thing to say, ‘‘I just wanted to protect you from─’’

‘‘From what? From you? Everytime you’ve done that I end up getting hurt in the end. I’m left to pick the pieces up by myself,’’ you interject with anger in your voice. ‘‘It fucking pisses me off that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you kissing me, I haven’t stopped thinking about you and─’’ A sigh, you close your eyes to center yourself again as Jungkook waits for the final blow, ‘‘and you look like none of this has ever bothered you in the slightest because, you don’t really care about me do you?’’

‘‘I do care about you.’’ He’s sure about it, even though he’s been extremely bad at showing it.

Even though your eyes are threatening to spill tears, you still muster up the last bit of what’s left of your courage to step closer to him until you’re a few inches away. ‘‘Prove it, then. Show me that you care.’’

His brain is sent into quick overdrive due to your close proximity. There’s a slight hesitation because he only hopes that what he’s about to do is what you’re demanding him to prove. He doesn’t care if you’re still dating the Namjoon guy because he’s settled with the idea that it’s okay if you don’t correspond, it’s not like he did the same to you when you were both younger.

Once his lips press against yours, there’s no turning back. He’s waiting for you to push him back and let him know that your heart’s still taken, but you kiss him with such fervor that he knows in that moment that you’re right, it’s better to wait than to rush right in.

It’s no fairytale kiss, though. There’s desperation in the way you chase his lips, as if you were to slow down he’d find a way to escape from you. You grip the cotton material of his crewneck into your small fists, holding on to the fabric like your life depended on it. The small kiss you had both shared last year was nothing compared to this, and Jungkook’s taken aback by your neediness.

He doesn’t know how you manage to drag him to your childhood bedroom without missing a beat, only separating once you both realize you need to catch your breaths, and even then Jungkook can’t have a minute to take just happened in because your lips attach to his neck to get more of a taste. His fingers curled around your arm, sighing at the way your kisses felt like electricity on his skin.

‘‘Y/N,’’ he calls your name out in a breathy tone, but you’re too immersed in your little bubble to even realize it.

Jungkook groans when you bite into the skin of his neck, then blowing over the red mark as you kissed it better. It’s going to be bruise and he doesn’t like when that happens, but he’s not bothered at all if it comes from you. He forcibly grabs your chin so you can face him, looking at him with big eyes, a small pout, and with your chin messed with drool.

It’s then that Jungkook kisses you hungrily, making you feel like you’re in a dream-like state, though you could partially blame the Christmas eggnog for that. The way he bites at your lips and how your tongues clash together is an extreme juxtaposition as to how you could describe this moment. It’s as if you’re floating on air, clouds surrounding you in a heavenly embrace, angels singing in the background every time his hands touch, grab, hold and caress every part of your body. And yet, even with such a difference, it’s perfect because it’s Jungkook. You’ve been waiting for this too long, which is why your hands creep beneath his crewneck, touching his tonified abdomen tentatively and enjoying the way goosebumps arise on his skin at the sensation of your fingers trailing patterns wherever they caress.

It’s only fair that he pays attention to yours as well. Jungkook’s lips trail from your mouth onto your jawline, planting wet kisses on each space until he begins sucking on the skin of your neck, making you moan in the process. He chooses then that his new favorite sound is the way you voice out the pleasure he gives you. ‘‘Hurry up,’’ you say, ridding the bottom of the crewneck higher over his stomach, making him shiver at the sudden change of temperature.

Jungkook chuckles before completely getting rid of the material, ‘‘Calm down,’’ he sighs as he gives you a sweet smile, ‘‘You know our moms could talk forever.’’

You ogle his chest, admiring the way his training camps have obviously done wonders to his body. ‘‘It’s not them I’m talking about,’’ you correct him with a teasing smile that only makes his grin grow wider, chuckling at your impatience. Jungkook lets out a small gasp of surprise when your hands grasp at his shoulder blades, turning him around so you can back him until the back of his knees hit the edge of your bed. It’s funny how he lets himself be bossed around by someone who’s way smaller compared to his frame.

Jungkook finds leverage on his elbows splayed against the mattress, your knees resting on each side of his hips as you leaned into him and kissing him just as widely as you had done before. Jungkook could fill just how quick things were escalating, especially the way his crotch area was beginning to become a problem he couldn’t possibly control at the moment, not with your own being directly on top of it. In any other situation he would’ve apologized with an awkward laugh, but his breath hitches once your hips start grinding over him.

His hands make their way on the inside of your knitted sweater, provoking goosebumps on the exposed skin. You let out a shaky laugh, halting your movements so you can quickly get rid of the fabric as Jungkook’s eyebrows lift in surprise at your haste and then at the sight of your bra covered breasts. His hands are still steadily placed on each side of your waist, only brought up because your own had redirected them over your breasts, hoping he gets the message on what you want him to do now.

Jungkook hesitantly squeezed one of the round globes, provoking a small moan to come from out of your lips. He wishes to hold you as close as he possibly can because the idea of ever being away from you again has been his main fear as of lately. But he refrains, you look so delicate and he feels like you could easily break. He stares at your body lovingly and your cheeks heat up at the way his eyes ogle your chest like a kid in a candy story. You give his arm a light slap and he chuckles, leaning over you to place a passionate kiss on your lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he says frankly. It doesn’t help to dissipate the flush on your face, but the compliment doesn’t bother you in the slightest. Jungkook leans in to trail kisses past your collarbones and into the swell of your breasts, making you bite your lip with anticipation. He looks at you asking for permission and you nod quickly with parted lips as you start to become impatient for him to make his next move. Jungkook lowers the cups of your breasts, freeing your hardened nipples and immediately envelopes one of them with his lips. “Mph—!” A sigh escapes your lips as you try to memorize the way his tongue traces over your tit. He pays attention to your other one, fingers rolling over the bud and pinching ever so often.

You can feel your panties damp by then, trespassing into the fabric of the black leggings you’re wearing over them. Reaching behind your back, you fumble in unclasping the hooks of the now uncomfortable bra. Jungkook’s forced to stop the undivided attention he had places on your breasts to look at you like he’s lost, why are you going so fast?

Once your hands delve with the buckle of his belt, he has to hold on to your wrists with a firm grasp, ‘‘What are you doing?’’ He asks with quick breath, you blink stoically towards him.

‘‘Uh─getting you naked?’’ You answer with a nonchalant tone, but his hands don’t let go and your demeanor changes, ‘‘D-Did you not want this?’’ Your voice turns smaller, embarrassed that maybe you had pressured him into something he didn’t want to participate in.

Jungkook quickly shakes his head no, ‘‘No, I-I do want this! It’s just─you’re going so fast,’’ he tries to explain, ‘‘I’ve been waiting for this for too long, I don’t wanna rush.’’ Your eyes lit up at the revelation as he waits for you to answer back, only for his back to hit the comforter with a small thud, giggling at the way you urgently kiss him again, but this time with much more care.

‘‘Why didn’t you say so before, stupid?’’ You mumble with a sheepish look, ‘‘I thought it was just going to be─nevermind, I need you right now.’’ You have to force yourself from spitting out any details that could possibly ruin the moment between you two, deciding to wait instead for any emotional confessions you want to make.

He switches positions between the two, panting as he brings you down to the mattress and Jungkook can feel the goosebumps on your skin, whether from the coldness of the room or because of the sheer electricity of his hands caressing your body like it was molded just right for him. He dips his hand lower, cupping your clothed heat on his hand. It makes you tremble and you whine, encouraging him to keep going.

“Baby, you’re really wet,” he comments with a teasing tone and you pout at him. His fingers hook into the waistband of your leggings and he pulls them down as he travels with them, greeted by the sight of the damp cloth of your panties. He exhales with content, caressing your thighs in an up and down motion. You twist underneath him and he has to hold your hips down to calm you down, “Patience is a virtue.”

“I’ve been too patient, do some—Ah!” Your whining is interrupted once Jungkook moves your underwear to the side holding it with his free hand, fingers coming to trace the slick covering your pussy lips. He becomes entranced with the transparent gooey liquid, bringing them close to his face as he separates his fingers and sees a strand connecting between them. “Guk-ah, p-please…” Your needy voice brings him back to reality, delving his fingers back into your exposed heat but this time with intent.

Jungkook’s thumb lifts the hood covering your clit, mouth coming down to give it a small tentative kiss. That action alone has you writhing above him, it makes him chuckle to himself as he dives back in. The moans you let out are loud and clear inside your bedroom, thankful that it’s only you and him inside your house. Your hand pulls at his hair, making him groan against you and the vibrations are felt throughout your body, only adding to the euphoric pleasure you already possess. His fingers trace the inside of your thighs until they reach your entrance, circling the fluttering hole which makes you pull at his hair harder and with your other you hold on to the bedsheets of the comforter tightly into your fist.

Jungkook’s tongue is still working your engorged bud, but he focuses his eyes on you as he dips the first finger inside you. “Oh—fuck,” you let out in a breathy moan. He tries to maintain a rhythm between his two ministrations, but it’s hard when he wants to focus on all of them at once. “‘Nother, please,” you begged once he let your clit rest, quickly following your request by adding another into your warm heat. He lets out a breathless chuckle as he notices how easy it is to thrust both fingers inside of you, your whole crotch area is covered in slick and his wet chin is a dead giveaway to where he was seconds ago.

He watches you unravel over him with such adoration, not even his wettest dreams or dirtiest fantasies could prepare him for this. Seven minutes in heaven he plans to stay in forever. “Guk-ah, I wan’ you. I-Inside, please.” You plead with teary eyes, and he slowly stops, removing his arousal covered fingers from inside you as he makes you sigh in the process. He kisses you again and again, your hazy brain is probably hallucinating all of this right now, but damn is it good. You tug at the crewneck he’s wearing, he’s too overdressed for this occasion. He tends to your demands, quickly getting rid of all the layers of clothing that stop him from being inside of you fully.

“I don’t have a—“

“I’m on the pill.”

You both speak at the same time, making each other chuckle. Jungkook gulps at the idea of taking you raw as the first time together, and you salivate at his hardened length; the head already oozing precum out and you want nothing more than to wrap your lips around it and lick the tip up. You’re just about to when Jungkook quickly grabs your wrist to stop you from reaching him, you look up at him with the big sparkly eyes he has loved for too long.

“I just—I wanna be inside you right now,” he sheepishly admits, and you smile with a nod; sharing the sentiment. You back up until your head rests on the pillows comfortably, relaxing into the mattress as you wait for Jungkook to ready himself. He places a kiss on your lips before placing a hand next to your head, using it as leverage above you. His free hand takes his cock and rubs the tip along your folds, making you squirm with anticipation. Jungkook chuckles, “Are you ready?” He asks with a sweet smile.

“I’ve always been,” you whisper, your hand tucking a strand of his long hair behind his ear.

A caress to his cheek as he nods, slowly pushing the head of his dick into you. You bite into your lip hard, it’s been a while since you had sex with someone and Jungkook’s size and girth was different from the rest. Your walls are tight around him and he has a tough time trying to reach the hilt with you squeezing him so hard, “Baby, relax for me.” He pleads and you nod apologetically, breathing in deep as you feel him reach parts inside of you, you didn’t know existed. Once he’s all the way in, he waits for you to give him the go ahead while he presses kisses into your heated cheek. You wrap your legs around his waist and give him a nod, letting him know he was allowed to start thrusting.

Jungkook manages to hit all the right places, keeping a steady pace as he enters and exits you each time. You’re left to moan and writhe underneath him, letting him take you as he pleases. Your kisses become messy, teeth biting into each other’s lips, teeth grazing against each other as you both tried to fight for the dominant position. It’s that heavy makeout that incites you to push at his shoulders, making him turn in his back, exiting you in the process. Jungkook pants, chest rising and falling with quickness as you straddle his lap, arms connecting behind his neck.

“You always want to win, right?” He chuckles with half lidded eyes, enjoying the way your pussy lips grinded over his twitching length. You bat your eyelashes at him, offering him an innocent smile. The same technique that used to get you everything you wanted when you were younger. Same determination as you seek for what’s yours. He’s under you after all, still a victim to your charms.

Jungkook takes the bulbous head of his cock and teases it in your clit, if you weren’t holding on to him tight you would’ve collapsed into his chest. And by the way you moan his name out, he knows you’ll always look for him no matter the weather. “What a pretty girl,” he coos into your hair and you pinch his nipple in retaliation which only makes him groan in return. “My pretty girl.” He states before sinking himself deep into you again, sighing at the feeling of your hips circling over him. His rough hands guide them as you bounce up and down his length, moaning every time you rose and hissing when you came back down.

He makes sure to keep this image engraved on his head forever. Your breasts bouncing over his face, your thighs working extra hard to keep up with his thrusts, and the way your sounds bounced off the walls of your bedroom.

“You’re doing s-so good, baby.” Jungkook praises you, kneading your ass cheek. “Taking my cock s-so well,” he falls into a trance of admiring the way his length would appear and disappear inside of you, covered in a thick layer of your arousal. It makes him drill into you faster, sitting properly against the bed’s headboard as he takes your hips with force. He’s too turned on to keep treating you so delicately, and the way you moan and pant at the increase in speed only lets him know you enjoy him like this way more. “I-Is it good, baby? Am I-I fucking you well?” He asks in between rapid thrusts, your thighs had given out by then.

You nod and a whimper escapes your lips, “Y-yes, Guk-Ah. S-so good, feels amazing.” Your praise is honest, the fucked out tone in your voice is a clear indicator of how well of a job he was doing. A minute longer and you’ll be right on cloud nine, never wanting to come back down. “Wanna cum Guk-Ah, plea—“ There’s no need for you to even finish your sentence because his thumb rubs your clit in figure eights, making you groan with the intensified feeling of his hips circling inside you deliciously. You can almost see the blinding white light ahead as Jungkook kisses you feverishly. You feel tears escape the corners of your high, the familiar feeling tickling inside you as Jungkook’s thrusts don’t let up. ‘‘Ah! Yes, yes, fuck,’’ you cry out once your orgasm hits. Jungkook holds you close to his chest, trying to soothe your shaking body with his arms. Your walls squeeze and relax continuously around him, it serves him as the impulse he needs to chase his own high.

‘‘I love you, Jungkook,’’ you confess in between panting breaths, ‘‘so much.’’

His release shoots out and he groans, digging crescent moons into your hips. You hiss at the sensation, but giggle at how his eyes are screwed shut and brows still furrowed together, as if he was holding on to the last of his orgasm. In reality, Jungkook is just hoping that once he opens his eyes you’ll still be in his arms. Your fingers tilting his head to face you are very much real, he sees spots once he opens his eyes as they adjust to the room’s lighting.

‘‘I love you too.’’ He says with a fixed gaze and you coo at how perfect this is.

You’re twenty-two when Jungkook’s finally yours.

You’re both twenty-three and it’s another weekend spent at his apartment, he’s been playing for three hours now and you’ve given up on having him pay attention to you. Deciding to switch your plan around and join him instead, if only he would let you play.

‘‘Jungkook, you said it was going to be my turn five rounds ago!’’ You complain with a pout, crossing your arms across your chest.

His gaze is still stuck on the T.V screen, ‘‘Baby, shhh, you’re gonna make me lose.’’ He mumbles as he tries to remain concentrated on the game in hand, but he can hear your humph’s from behind him, ‘‘Patience is a─’’

‘‘Virtue, yeah, who cares.’’ You interrupt him with a roll of your eyes, familiar with the saying a little too well. ‘‘Hope you remember that for later tonight,’’ you add in a mumble, but he doesn’t hear it because of the loud sounds coming from the game on the screen.

‘‘What did you say, babe?’’ He asks with a raised brow, hitting the buttons of the controller with expert ease.

‘‘I’ll call your mom and tell her you don’t wanna share.’’ You joke with a threatening voice, but Jungkook knows better than to take your words so lightly. He pauses the game and turns to look at you with an are you serious? expression on his face, you giggle as you’ve finally got what you wanted.

He apologizes by covering your face with kisses, pleading for you not to tell on him with his mom. You promise not to do so this time, knowing that the woman was probably tired of having to scold his son at his big age.

Plus, ever since Jungkook surprised you with the almost exact replica of the Valentine’s Day card you gave him all those year back, you’ve taken advantage to tease him even more knowing he’s at your beck and call. You always remind him that he came close because the stickers he used were not like the ones you had, but he remembered to add the hearts on the I’s so that’s good enough.

‘‘Alright you can play, but━!’’ He says after he finishes his attack of kisses, ‘‘I’ll be your guide, I can’t risk you messing my record up, no offense baby.’’ None taken as you nod excitedly, you’ll always take whatever chance he gives you.

Jungkook’s finally learned how to share his toys after all.

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fixeddawn · 4 years ago

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Boy do I love this blog so, so much.

Was there a New Moon in the AU? Or did Bella put a stop to that nonsense immediately.

(Spoilers for the story Clotho (The Moirai Saga) ahead, beware!)

Edward: "Okay so what had happened was-"

-Bella and Alice appear, shoving him out of the way with a squeak-

Alice: "GURL YOU KNOW HE'S STILL AN IDIOT."

Bella: "I- ugh, I tore him a new asshole when he told me he didn't actually love me, and he got me FUCKED up, but he still left. It was rough, especially when my powers started acting up and I started having panic attacks and meltdowns. The wolf pack over here is a bunch of different families, all somewhat Irish, they're descendants of the people of Ossory. Jakes grand-dad immigrated here in the 60's. Actually, OI, JACOB-"

-Jacob shoves into the room, but knocks his head on the doorframe on the way in.-

Jake: "FUCK. Finally man, the Boyz can talk!

Bella: "Eagan (Embry) Got you saying that now too, huh?"

Jake: "Ye, it's funnier. Anyway, shit happened WAY different than in the original plot line. Bella and I still got to be friends, and she hung out with my fam a lot, we have massive bonfires cause my dads the youngest of eight kids.

I helped her find her own place actually! My auntie had a 2 bedroom 2 bath house for rent cheap and she took it on the promise of painting it and shit. Of course then she got mixed up in all of our chaos, especially with the pub my dad runs in town, we got the Blacks, and the O'Clearys and the Udys, three old bloodlines. Bella actually found out about the pack by accident, I uh...I had a massive crush on her and she wasn't ready and stuff got tense and I just...poof, y'know?"

Bella: -makes exploding hand gesture- "Poof."

Jake: "Paul didn't like it at first but she became a member of the pack, we don't really imprint like...romantically, it's super rare, but mostly we imprint familial-y, Bella kept helping Emily cook and clean up and deal with a bunch of rowdy guys. (we got put to work too, don't worry) And she just meshed. She also became our field medic. It got so bad that if we weren't at The Farm, we were probably sprawled out on Bella's living room couch and floor, passed out.

Bella: "It was like snow white and the 7 goofy werewolves, it was great. Leah disliked me at first, but she still went through that thing with Sam, so she was struggling. We actually bonded over the whole "Fuck having a supernatural Ex" thing. Girls gotta support each other, you know? She and Emily also made up with a little time. When I was having my nightmares, facing all the shit that was going down alone and helpless, I told her about them. She's a professional kickboxer! She's fucking badass!! I begged her to train me and kept shoving cash at her until she let me hire her. I was USELESS at first, but she ran me hard, and eventually I could even hold my own in a fight against (human) Seth! All the while, Jake here was finding it hard to keep it in his pants, but he was really my rock, I tried to do everything I could to support him through his change and the aftermath, but it...well. You know who I married. -she cringes, Jake puts an arm around her shoulder for a rough squeeze and a small smile, obviously forgiving-

Jake: My crush was hard man, it still is low-key, (J: 👀 B: 😑) but...well, her panic attacks were still coming. And one night we were dancing, and I...well..."

Bella: "We kissed, I was so desperate to move on, feel something else, but I panicked. It wasn't right."

Jake: "She bolted from the party, ran into the woods, I remember screaming, and then this awful earsplitting sound, and a shockwave.

Bella: "....I kinda, blew down like 30 square feet of the forest around me. Thats when I realized all the popping lightbulbs and shaking surfaces weren't earthquakes...but, well, me. It was the worst panic attack I've ever had. So now, my vampire Bf dumped me, my best friend is a werewolf, and I can fuck shit up with my mind on accident when I'm highly emotional. Queue complete mental breakdown."

Jake: "...Then the redhead showed up."

Bella: "Victoria...she killed my coworker, my friend, horribly, gave him the same injuries James did to send the message. We realized she would start going after the people I was close to if she couldn't get to me. I pretty much hunkered down at The Farm after that, the pack did rounds and tried to protect so much land...I was terrified someone was going to get hurt. When she attacked The Farm, we were blindsided. She caught Seth around his chest and almost crushed him. I was terrified, I managed to use one of my "Bubbles" to blow her away from both of us so I could get him to safety and reset his ribs."

Alice: "And all 𝘐 saw was victoria closing in on Bella from above for a third of a second, when she let out her bubble, so, ofc, I thought she was dead and immediately bolted back to Pullman. Everyone else came too, Carlisle, Esme, Emmett, Jasper... We were so shocked Victoria went after her and 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 ��𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴.

"We found out, when we arrived at her apartment and she was still alive and being guarded by werewolves, that it was because my dumbass brother never gave her my goodbye letter, and lied to both sides about his intentions for what happened that day in the woods. He told the family he was going to tell her the truth, that he was going to take himself away from the situation and see if she couldn't move forward, if she couldn't have a human life. Not that he was going to lie to her that he "found out it was infatuation and not love" or whatever the fuck the Drama-King decided made sense. -steps hard on Edward, he squeaks mournfully-

"Emmett and Jazz were about ready to hunt him down for not giving her a way to contact the family, Esme was devastated that Bella thought we'd just abandoned her, Rose was...well, rose, and Carlisle and I were dissapointed, (mine was more on the murder side tho.)

Bella: "We really didn't think it could get much worse, but Edward's creative."

Alice: "Rose calls him to tell him Vicky killed Bella, because EMMETT NEVER FUCKING CALLED HER. Edward flies into a fucking rage tantrum and ofc, goes to italy. When I told her what was happening, Bella was 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥, like, walls shaking, lightbulbs popping pissed, and tbh I kinda wanted to see her kick his twink ass."

Bella: "...The emotions were wild. Rage, betrayal, relief, fear, it was such a jumble. When we got there, saved him, and got passed the volturi, we stayed overnight- well, over𝘥𝘢𝘺 in one of the dorm room things. I was still in my funeral dress and nylons and had lost my shoes, so they let me shower and sleep. First however, I laid into Ed. I wasn't going to carry the weight of "if I accidentally die, I'm gonna be the fuckin reason Edward is taken from his family too." Especially not as a Human. I informed him he was going to come home, apologize, take his lumps, and cope. He was a grown ass man and he needed to act like one and clean up the mess he made."

Edward, from the floor, muffled: "Safe to say, I learned my lesson. My self flagellation and pity-party was immature at best, destructive at worst. I apologized to Bella and my family, and did not yet ask for forgiveness, just for the opportunity to prove that I 𝘩𝘢𝘥 learned something from all of this."

Bella: "...We didn't get back together at first. I couldn't trust him, and he obviously did not trust me or my feelings. But I still loved him. When he was there for me and recognized/supported my autonomy, over a little bit of time I was able to trust him again. I think we both grew a LOT during the experience, and while it sucked the whole time, it was also a catalyst for better things to come. Jake was upset, at first, but we had a long and hard talk. Honestly about what I was able to give to a friendship and if it would be enough for him. He eventually decided, that it was. We still bro's. He even made friends with Edward."

Jake: -Grins and steps on Edwards head. Edward growls and rolls over to drag him to the ground. The boys play-wrestle in the background, though it looks less playful than others. Growling, gnashing, and the word 'fuck' is heard often from the fray.-

Alice: "Idiots."

Bella: "The Cullens and the wolves actually bonded as Esme and Sam strategized about the newborn war. We're not "natural enemies" after all, just smelly to alert the other we're in the area. So Jake and the pack and I are still close as ever. "

"Sorry if this was long winded, but it deserved an explanation! I'm gonna go break the boys up now, thanks for your question!"

#bella is black #edward cullen #the twilight saga #bella swan #cullen family #twilight #dork #meme #Alice Cullen #Jacob Black #fixeddawn answers #fixeddawn #text answer #art coming soon

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sneezy-cheeseloaf · 3 years ago

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recounting the entire avengers: endgame movie, which i only saw once when it came out, from memory

because i just took the SAT and i want to do anything except think about that so get ready for a fun ride full of holes and my reenactments of scenes and quotes that i remember from however many years it’s been now since endgame came out. buckle the fuckle up

movie opens, clint’s whole ass family fucking dies. cue killing spree fueled by grief and anger. HashTag Relatable

tony is floating through space with nebula and teaching her how to play paper football

holy shit is this how tony dies

“pep” ouc h

oh hey he’s home, dope

The Gang (tm) learns where thanos’s farm is somehow i can’t really remember

“perhaps i judged you too harshly”

“???? thor????” “what? i went for the head”

“five” five what?? days?? weeks??? months???? oh boy i can’t wait to find ou- “years later” HUH???????

steve looks the exact same, so i guess he kept up that workout schedule even through the snap. i mean good for him honestly

and is also running a talk therapy group like sam did

a single smidgen of gay representation but it’s a good start ig

i don’t really remember what everyone else was doing, i just know that tony and pep have morgan now but idk if that gets revealed now or later

the only reason we had a movie is because of a rat. everyone say thank you to Rat for releasing scott lang, please. round of applause

scott’s daughter is all grown up and catch me sobbing over the fact that he wasn’t there to see it

somewhere in here nat is crying and eating a sandwich and honestly girl same

“hey!!! it’s me!!!! scott lang!!! ant man???? also what the hell happened???? lemme IN”

cue scott lang having a single brain cell and bringing up time travel. i think it was him that proposed the idea. maybe not. but imma give him credit

oh yeah bruce and hulk are besties now and bruce is just permanently Like That

and cue everyone being shook at the idea of time travel

time to go see Science Man at his house on the lake

“i wish you had come for anything else.” ouch

gang leaves dejectedly

peter. that’s it. and suddenly tony is all hands on deck

cue science mumbo jumbo in the middle of the night while he eats something out of a bag that i can’t remember

“shit!!” “sHiT!!!” “NO”

“i love you 3000″

Science Man reveals that he has, indeed cracked the code to literal time travel

cue nat, the only person with an umbrella, going to find clint who is busy with murder, as he does

“don’t do that. don’t give me home” stfu budapest man and get in the car.

thor has. enlargened. and is now playing fortnight with korg as a means to cope with what happened plus losing loki, as i think we all would

The Gang is back together and working (surprisingly) coordinately and throwing ideas around and it’s actually very cute. and it makes my heart very happy. and i want to cry every time i think about it because we all know what comes next

scott’s taco gets blown away. bruce gives him another. all is well in the world

and in this exhibit we see the only brain cell in the whole group, which is being used by rhodey at all times

“why don’t we just,,,, (choking motion)” “to a BABY???”

during the time tests someone gets reverted to a baby but i don’t remember who and it’s highkey disturbing

“i consider this an absolute win!!”

cue slo mo walk with the cool white time suits that everyone looks so good in

“see you in a minute” that smile. she looks so happy. sobbing

i think it’s in here that all the color go through steve’s eyes, so let’s just take a minute to acknowledge how pretty he is

“just for the record, that suit did nothing for your ass.” “i don’t remember asking you to look”

“that’s america’s ass.” yes it is scott you’re absolutely right

“i cOuLd dO tHiS aLL dAy” “yeah i knoOoOW”

time for tony to give tony a heart attack and then just stare in what i can only assume is amusement. i’m pretty sure that comes after america’s ass but maybe not

somewhere in here steve is just staring at peggy through blinds and it’s sad when you see it but when you think about it afterwards, it’s so funny for no reason

time to get whacked by a very angry hulk who was not allowed to use the elevator

“NO STAIRS”

tony goes flying. so does the tesseract. loki, in handcuffs, is like “oh bet this is mine now” and. Leaves.

i’m pretty sure it’s bruce who goes and gets schooled by The Ancient One on the multiverse, and i say it’s bruce because i think he’s the only one out of The Gang who could ever actually wrap his head around it

i don’t remember exactly how they get the tesseract but they do

thor and rocket are in asgard and thor has a panic attack, as I think we all would if we had to talk to our dead mother and pretend like we don't know what's going to happen

and remember kids, slapping someone is not the way to handle a panic attack. anyways

a mother always knows

"i'm still worthy!!!!" you always were, thor. you never stopped being worthy

and we have our hammer back

cue sobbing on vormir

“clint. it’s ok. it’s ok.” that smile.

nat’s fucking dead and i’m fucking dead inside let’s keep this party goin

other stones are recovered and i don’t really remember how but hey we got all six

“where’s nat?” cue more sobbing from me and from clint as you can see each and every team member’s heart drop to the fucking floor. especially steve

yeah maybe we’re doing this for half the universe and all the people we lost, but mostly for nat now

tony’s makeshift infinity gauntlet has entered the chat

Green Man is the only one who can physically take the power of the stones, so the fate of literally everything they have ever done up to this point is on him

snap rest in peace bruce’s arm

cue every single person in the theater holding their breath

“guys. it worked.”

cue explosion as their facility gets bombed and i am terrified that it has killed the entire gang

but it obviously has not and i am once again a Class A Idiot

i can't remember if it’s steve or tony who wakes up first but one shakes the other awake and is like “get the fuck up bitch idk what just happened but we got a problem”

everyone is mostly fine. but they’re all alive and that’s what matters

and now we have the setting for the entire rest of the movie basically

oh hey thanos. that’s uh. that’s a big army you got there

i don’t really remember everything that happened with The Past thanos, gamora, and nebula but i remember that gamora once again sees what a twat her adoptive father is and is like “oh hell na”

cue the gang fighting for their lives against Past thanos. literally

oh shit thor’s about to be killed????

OH MY GOD HE HAS THE HAMMER

cue the theater screaming as they should

hell yeah. bonk that giant space grape with the god of thunder’s hammer. you go steve. and look like a badass doing it as you should

shit’s still fucked and they eventually get their asses handed to them one by one

somewhere in here the shield breaks just like we saw in age of ultron. and like damn bro i liked that thing

steve stands up by himself because bitch. you cant kill him unless he says so. he dies on his own terms. he didn’t live for over a fucking century to die like this

our mans is standing up against a whole ass army knowing full well that he can’t win but damn if he aint ready to try

“ok listen strange. you have to open the portal to his left. his LEFT. you hear me???”

“steve. STEVE. on your left.”

cue the most goosebump-inducing scene that i have ever seen and probably will ever see. i would do anything to see that scene for the first time again. that feeling was like nothing i’ve ever experienced

the amazing symphonics are NOT helping my already-about-to-explode-from-excitement heart

now the gang’s ALL here. and we all cry because all of our peeps are back from the dead and we all missed them and highkey grieved for them after infinity war

i can’t remember if steve actually sees bucky yet but i think he does and i wanted to cry on the spot because not only did i miss bucky but man did i just want them to see each other again

cue sick pan of the whole ass marvel roster like smash ultimate, including howard duck somewhere in there

PETER OUR BOY SWINGIN ON IN

“AVENGERS. assemble.” “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

but we all know damn well that not a single person could hear him whisper that shit. like steve bro speak up a little

and the battle for the ages commences

we get to see all our favorite boys are girls fuck shit up and it’s absolutely incredible. wow it really feels like someone’s missing who could that be.

this is now a very elaborate game of keepaway

“catch” “Catch” “CATCH “CATCH”

“hey queens” he remembered. catch me cryin

“hey peter. got somethin for me?” god i love her. flew through a whole ass spaceship. no stoppin her

t'challa remembers clint's name. he did care

oh yeah scott is fucking humongous again, but third time’s the charm ig. maybe he won't pass the fuck out this time

somewhere in here, strange starts holding like. an entire ocean back and i dont really remember where it came from

we get a whole segment of marvel women kicking ass and taking names and i think i just need to take a minute. WE collectively need to take a minute

carol flies straight through a spaceship and everyone is like ???? hello????? where have you been?????????

carol gets literally headbutted by thanos and doesnt move a fucking inch. and that look of murder in her eyes. she could tell me to walk into a pit of lava and i would not question it. the power

“launch the missiles!!!” “but sir, our army-” “DO IT”

damn thanos our expectations for you were low but holy fuck

somewhere in here i think petter quill sees Past gamora and is like gamora???? and she like kicks him in the balls or somethin and is like “this is the ones i picked?????”

the fight continues and honestly a lot of it’s a blur but damn was it not the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.

cue strange knowing exactly how this was gonna go down, and holding up a single finger

i dont think ive ever seen that look on tony's face before

oh shit thanos has the gauntlet and all the stones. fuck.

wait holdup that gauntlet looks a little funky

WAIT HOLDUP

“i am inevitable”

“and i. am iron man.”

the theater, once again holds its breath

all is lowkey calm and everyone is shook

thanos’s entire army slowly fades away. including one of those big worm things that almost eats (i think it was) rocket but like. dusts right as it hits the ground and is a really cool shot

and thanos sits down on a rock. and finally is gone. and it's so cathartic

oh joyous day!! they’ve won!! they’ve done it!!! wait holdup where’s tony. i remember what happened to bruce where the fuck is tony

wait

wait hold on

wait hold on a minute

“we did it. we won, mr stark. we won. please, mr stark”

“pep.”

“it’s ok. you can rest. you can rest.”

i have officially passed away and am a sobbing mess. you can’t do this to me. he’s gonna come back. there’s no way. tony stark doesn’t die. no.

this is a fucking funeral. i am going to combust into tears

“proof that tony stark has a heart”

i just wanted him to be able to see morgan grow up.

but him and nat are eating shawarma together in the sky now.

“i’m recording this in case something goes wrong, which it won’t.”

“i love you 3000.”

oh we’re still rolling. oh we don’t even get a minute to process

steve is leaving??? wait holdup we cant lose both. no

“are you sure about this?” “i have to”

“i’m with you til the end of the line” so that was a fucking lie

but steve deserves to do what makes him happy. so i can’t be too mad. actually, nah i aint even mad i’m just sad

bucky looks so dejected. so sad. someone please give him a hug. he desperately needs it

oh hey steve. but you’re old now. hey then, grandpa. how did you. get there

buck and sam go talk to him as they should

“you wanna talk about her?” “no, i don’t think i will”

“how does it feel?” “like it belongs to someone else”

sam has officially inhered the shield, and by extension, his very own bucky barnes. it’s a packaged deal

clint’s got his family back. and they can finally finish their picnic or whatever they were doing at the beginning of the movies

and steve finally got that dance. finally. and he looks so happy. so content.

and that’s about all i remember

i have not watched endgame since i saw it in theaters when it came out because i absolutely do not have the emotional stability to do it again. but damn the disney plus shows have been bangin

i hope you enjoyed the ride, thank you for joining me in my. whatever the fuck this is

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obxlife · 5 years ago

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Feelings (Rafe x Reader)

A/N: So since I had so many Rafe requests I decided to combine them! I hope that’s fine with everyone that requested! Also, this story happens before episode 1!! Just keep that in mind. I just realized I didn’t completely follow the request! I’m so sorry! I don't really know how to change it so that it can fit the request :(

Pairing: Rafe x Reader

Word count: 3,107

Request 1: could do write something about rafe? i know he's a dick but i kinda like him. i think he's only bad because of his dad and he's truly kind on the inside :/

Request 2: Maybe Rafe and the reader are at the same party at The Boneyard and he dips off to be by himself and she notices and tries to ask if he’s okay - but he’s tries to play it off like nothing and she offers herself up if he needs anyone to talk to. Later on he decides to find her and confide in her and they spend the night talking and stuff??? Hmm idk not sure if that made sense 😂

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, daddy issues (lol)

FEELINGS

The keggers at the Boneyard had started again. You had received a text on your phone from Scarlet, who said a friend of a friend of a friend had told her that John B Routledge and his friends had been and were headed down towards the beach.

You called Sarah up at once, knowing that she would most definitely go.

You listened to the tone beep twice before the phone was picked up.

“Hey, Sarah,” you greeted.

“This isn’t Sarah,” a deep voice said, which you identified at once.

“Hey, Rafe,” you said more hesitantly.

It was well known around Figure Eight that you and Rafe did not get along. At all.

The year you had been born, a large group of Kook moms that got along had decided that their upcoming children would all be friends. This meant hanging out with Scarlet, Sarah, Kelce, Topper, and many more Kookish kids every single day. By the time you were all five, you thought you were best friends forever. And you were. Just not forever.

It was around that same age that Rafe began to tease you. He was a big eight-year-old kid who liked bugging his sister and pushing her around a bit for fun. And in turn, that meant he bothered you.

In the beginning, it wasn’t anything serious. You actually found it a bit funny. It would be simple things like tugging your hair softly until you got annoyed at him, or just poking you enough times to make you storm out of the room.

“Rafe!” you would shriek, which would always make him laugh.

But then Rafe had pushed it too far.

It was the middle of summer between fourth and fifth grade, which meant Rafe was about to go into his last year of middle school. You had been hanging around the Cameron house that afternoon, watching movies with Sarah, cooped up in her room.

More specifically you had been watching Jaws (which looking back now looked completely fake but back then had been terrifying). Because of this, when you and your friend had walked down to the dock where Rafe and his friends were, you most definitely did not want to jump in the water.

“We just don’t want to, Rafe.”

But Rafe wasn’t having any of it. He wanted both of you to stop being boring. Especially you. He thought you were the funniest person to have around. So when you had stopped paying attention to him, Rafe sneaked up behind you and pushed you right into the water.

You freaked the fuck out.

When your face emerged from the water, tears and snot were running down your face as you tried to pull yourself onto the dock again. However, Rafe, encouraged by his laughing friends, tore your fingers away from the ladder and continued to push you back in.

Sarah tried to step forward and help you out, but one of Rafe’s friend, Jason, was holding her back, having a laugh at how scared you were.

“You are such a crybaby,” they were screaming out. Finally, Sarah managed to break free from Jason’s grasp and ran towards the ladder, pushing Rafe into the ocean and tugging you onto land. She grabbed one of the boy’s towel and began to help you dry off.

Tears were still on your face as Rafe emerged from the water. Staring at you he began to feel guilty, but he wasn’t about to show that around his friends. He was too cool for that.

He pushed himself onto the dock where his friends were still teasing you and tried to apologize through his eyes.

You didn’t notice. All you could think about was the humiliation you had gone through. So as quickly as Rafe stepped back onto the dock, you turned around and left, only followed by Sarah. Behind you, you could hear everyone still making fun of you.

“What a crybaby,” they teased.

The next time you saw Rafe and his friends, they greeted you very differently than they had before.

“Hey, Crybaby.”

And just like that, you had been branded as ‘Crybaby’ to the whole preteen Kook community. And the worst part of it all, the nickname still lasted until this day.

“Hey, Crybaby,” came Rafe’s reply through the phone.

You hadn’t let the name bother you for a while now. Sarah had reassured you it was just a name, and that everybody knew you were much more than that. However, you were still pissed at Rafe for turning you into the laughing stock of the Kooks in your groupage.

“Can you put Sarah on the phone?”

Rafe made a sound that sounded similar to a whimper. “I’m offended you don’t want to talk to me!”

You sighed before stating flatly, “Rafe, I haven’t wanted to talk to you ever since you made the ‘Crybaby’ thing happen.”

Rafe laughed a little before saying, “What? I thought you loved being called ‘Crybaby’.”

“Ha, ha,” you belted out sarcastically. “Where did you even get that idea, Rafe?”

Now it was the boy’s turn to sigh. “Fine, I’ll put Sarah on the phone.”

As Rafe stood up to search for Sarah (she had left her phone on the kitchen counter), he tried to ignore the guilt he felt about your whole situation. He had branded you as ‘Crybaby’ and he had never even said sorry despite how he felt.

“Just forget it, bro,” Jason would tell him when he voiced his thoughts out. “She’s probably super over it, anyways.”

Rafe would only shake his head and say, “I don’t think so, man.”

“Dude,” Jason would groan out. “It’s not like everybody thinks she’s really a crybaby. I mean, everybody knows how badass she is.”

Rafe wouldn't look at him, but continue staring straight ahead.

“Rafe, the name just stuck. Sort of like a nickname. Chill.”

But Rafe could never get you completely out of his mind.

Reaching Sarah’s room, he knocked on the door (he did this ever since he had once walked in on her and Topper making out). Once he heard Sarah answer, he opened the door and tossed her the phone that he had been clutching between his fingers.

“It’s Y/N.”

He closed the door behind him and stomped to his room. Sometimes he would wonder if the reason you never left his mind was that he was guilty about you or if it was something else.

As you finished relaying to Sarah what Scarlet had told you she agreed, on the condition that they could get ready at her house because she had some things to do before you the party.

“Yeah, sure,” you replied. “Just make sure Rafe stays off my ass.”

She laughed. “Will do.”

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You were not in a comfortable position. However, you were too lazy to move.

“Sarah!” you shouted up the stairs. “Hurry up! We’re like super late.”

From beside you, Topper squeezed his temples. “God, Y/N. Do you have to be so loud?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was prissy because Sarah had been acting out recently and he didn't want her to do that.

Suddenly, you heard steps coming down the stairs. You stood up, brushing off your outfit (which you were totally rocking) and turning towards the door.

“C’mon, Princess,” you called out to her but were surprised to see hear a deep voice answer.

“Is she still not ready?” Rafe asked looking at Topper, who just shook his head.

“Ugh,” you groaned. “What are you doing here?”

Rafe shrugged, looking into your eyes with a teasing smile. “I’m going to the party with you guys.”

You rolled your eyes again, exhausted from having dealt with him for two seconds already.

“Relax, Crybaby,” he teased. “Or are you going to start crying about it?”

You glared at Rafe, and he thought he might just combust from the heat in your eyes. Rafe raised his arms and made a funny face as if to indicate he would back off.

And then, finally, Sarah trudged into the room. Noticing the tension in the air, she turned directly to the door and called out for the rest to follow her.

The drive to the party was awkward, but a song had played on the radio as if to try to cover it up. Rafe and Top were in the front, as you checked your Instagram stories, showing one to the blonde girl beside you every once in a while.

When you arrived at the beach you jumped out of the car before Rafe had even pulled to a stop.

“Hey,” he called out, but you didn't turn around.

Once at the beach, you headed towards the center of the crowd of teenagers, where you recognized a couple of faces.

For a Kook, you got on surprisingly well with Kiara Carrera and her friends, even if you were still close to Sarah.

“Hey,” you smiled at them JJ, a blond boy with blue eyes, already began to move towards the plastic cups so that you could have a drink.

“Hey, Y/N!” Pope said. That was what you liked about them. They had never, not once, called you ‘Crybaby’. It was a break from your everyday life.

“You guys been busy, tonight?” you wondered as John B took the cup from JJ and filled it to the brim with beer.

They all nodded as Kie said, “Busiest party all summer, that’s for sure.”

“Nice!” you said before taking a big gulp of your drink. “Are you staying here the whole night?”

JJ shook his head. “I’m going over there right now,” he pointed towards a group of Tourons. You let out a laugh before turning to the rest of your acquaintances. You cocked an eyebrow.

“Nah,” John B answered instead. We’ll probably leave now that you’re here.”

You placed on an offended mask but knew exactly what he meant. If you were there, the rest of the Kooks were too, meaning that a fight was sure to rise if they clashed.

“I get it,” you told them before looking around. “Well, I’ll be off. I really want to dance.”

And with that, you left towards the dance floor.

It wasn’t until you were three beers in and two hours of dancing later that you noticed Sarah and Rafe off towards the side of the Boneyard. You began to approach them to see if something was wrong. However, before you could reach them, Sarah had stormed off into Topper’s arms.

You froze, about to go back to the party until you noticed Rafe taking a seat at an even greater distance from the Boneyard than where he had been fighting with Sarah.

You had an internal fight with yourself but finally decided to listen to your guilt and just check on Rafe. God, why am I so nice? you thought.

You threw your cup into one of the many recycling bins that were littered across the beach (courtesy of Kie) before approaching the boy you knew so well. Taking a seat beside him, you pulled your knees up to your chest and asked, “What’s up?”

Rafe scoffed at you before muttering “Nothing.”

It wasn’t a surprise that you sighed, annoyed, at Rafe. “Look,” you began, “I saw you fighting with Sarah and I came here trying to be nice. I’m here if you want to talk.”

Rafe remained silent.

“You better hurry,” you said teasingly, “Because there’s this guy that was flirting with me and I would really like to get back to that.”

His lips turned up a little at the joke you made (he had been staring at you all night and he knew you hadn't talked to anybody). But he remained silent.

After another moment passed you began to stand up.

“It’s my dad.”

You froze for a little while before moving back into your previous position.

“Okay,” you said softly. “What about him?”

Rafe brought a hand up to rub his eyes and then pushed it through his hair. He looked a bit sad and annoyed. And hurt. You had never seen him as vulnerable as right now.

“He just - he puts a lot of pressure on me.”

You nodded, relating to that. “Well, my dad does that too. But he only wants what’s best for me.”

Rafe shook his head. “That’s the thing. It’s not what is best for me.”

You remained quiet before shifting closer to him and gently placing a hand on his back.

Rafe leaned into your hand, then said, “He pressures me so much. Like so fucking much. And it’s into his business, which isn't even what I want to do with my life!”

Not knowing what to say, you continued moving your hand up and down, and placed your other hand near his shoulder.

“He wants me to do everything perfectly and he wants me to do so many things that sometimes are just out of my control.”

You nodded, showing him you were listening. “Have you talked to him about it?”

Now Rafe nodded. “I did,” he confirmed. “But he just won't listen. And I just wish he would pay enough attention to see -”

His voice broke. And you heard him choke on a sob and you saw a tear stream down his cheek.

“Why can’t he see me? Why doesn’t he love me the way he loves Sarah?”

Your heart was clenching tightly in your chest, and you began to move out of instinct. You straddled his lap and wrapped one arm around his back and the other one nestled around his head, bringing it down onto your shoulder. You felt his tears fall upon your exposed skin, as sniffles escaped through his nostrils and his arms slowly came around your torso.

You rubbed his back as softly as you could. “Shh! It’s okay, it’s okay.”

Your reassurances were worth nothing to him. “It’s not!” he exclaimed into your hair. Then, in a whisper, “It’s not.”

Not knowing what to say you remained silent. You both stayed silent for the longest time, and all you could hear were his sniffles, the cool ocean air whooshing by, and the sound of the party that seemed so far away.

Finally building your courage up to say something, you pulled back and took his face into his hands.

“Rafe,” you began. “I want you to listen to me, okay?”

He nodded.

“You are worth loving, okay?” you told him. “And just because you feel your dad doesn’t love you does not mean that you are not deserving and worthy of love.”

Rafe continued to stare at you. You simply continued.

“One day, you will find someone that loves you so, so much that they will prove to you that you are all of those things I've just said, okay? And I want you to know that there are people that love you, right now.”

Rafe was shocked into silence from what you said. “Who?”

“Sarah does, even if she doesn’t show it. And Wheezie. And Jason loves you, even if he is the biggest dick of the century.”

Rafe laughed a little at this, and you joined him.

“And I love you,” you spoke out. And you did. Because no matter how much you pretended to hate him and ignore him and all of those things, you would always care for him. “Even if I’m the biggest bitch of the century and won't show it.”

Rafe laughed out loud this time, joining in on your joke. When both of you stopped, you were serious again.

“I’m sorry if I contributed to making you feel this way.”

The boy in your hands shook his head before moving to your wrists and removing them from his face. He hugged you again and sighed in relief, feeling a lot better than he did before.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered out. You rubbed his back.

“For what?”

“For the whole ‘Crybaby’ thing,” he explained. “I’ve felt guilty ever since, Y/N. And I don’t know why it took me so long to say sorry, but I really am.”

You laughed at him “I don't care about the nickname anymore, Rafe. I was mad at you over the fact that you never apologized. But you have now.”

Rafe smiled softly before you spoke once again, “But you did kind of ruin my life.”

The sarcasm dripping from your voice made him laugh once again. You pulled back and smiled at him again.

“C’mon,” you cocked your head towards the party. “Let’s go back and have some fun.”

Rafe thought it was a wonderful idea, and he waited for you to stand up before moving himself.

He took the hand you offered to him and stood up, almost crashing into you because of the speed he stood up with.

You laughed once again, adjusting your top and looking at him again. His eyes were at the party, more specifically Sarah. The anxiousness that had been invading his eyes before was coming back, so you squeezed his hand.

He looked down at you. The smile on his lips made him smile, and suddenly he felt his impulsiveness push through his common sense. Dipping down, he quickly pressed his lips to yours. Before you could respond (mainly due to shock at his actions and the butterfly feelings in your stomach) he had pulled away.

Oh, I’ve fucked this up, was the only thought on his mind. But when you just smiled at him, his worries left with the wind. The same wind that was moving the tips of your hair around.

Together, the both of you trudged back to the party. Rafe felt happier than ever, and you felt as if all of those years “hating” him had been a waste of time.

You couldn’t believe he had always been right in front of you, and because of your blind rage, he hadn't noticed how sweet and innocent and childlike he truly was.

Regret flooded your insides for a second, but the feeling left when you thought that maybe it had been something necessary. To hate him before loving him again.

Suddenly he stopped and turned towards you.

“I never said it back,” he stated, dumbfoundedly.

“What?”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

You giggled at him and then asked, “What? No ‘Crybaby’?”

Rafe shook his head. “Nope. Not this time.”

You frowned, jokingly. “I was getting used to the ‘Crybaby’.”

Rafe scoffed saying. “No, you weren’t.”

You laughed loudly this time. “Yeah, I wasn’t.”

With that, you both entered the Boneyard once again, but this time, hand in hand, and with a different relationship than before.

#outer banks #obx #obx netflix #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey

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twdbegins · 4 years ago

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Spooked

Simon x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: A lot of pet names in this...haha SHOCKER. Here’s a little early Halloween addition fic! I’ll have more holiday fics coming soon.

Requested by: @birdieofloxley

Word Count: 1,835

“Why would you make up something like that? You really scared me.”

The legs of the chair you were sitting in squeaked as you leaned forward, tuned in to what Negan was saying. It was late October (or at least, you had estimated that it was October) meaning Halloween was soon approaching. Halloween was one of your favorite holidays as a kid. The candy, the trick or treating, the costumes were all part of the spooky experience. As you got older, you cared less about the costumes and more about the scary movies. Almost every Halloween (pre-apocalypse of course) consisted of you curling up on the sofa with a bowl of wrapped chocolate with some sort of scary movie on.

The only downside to this was that you were a bit jumpy. It didn’t take much to get you feeling paranoid and have you checking under your bed for monsters. Which was ironic considering you literally lived in a world where there were horror movie like creatures roaming at every turn.

So you weren’t really sure how you ended up here. Sitting with Negan and Simon outside of The Sanctuary after hours on a particularly cold night, listening to the two of them tell scary stories. Negan was recalling the time he almost became walker food when he was out on a run alone once. His voice was low and deep, his eyes fixed on yours as he spoke;

“Its hand barely had any skin left on it...it was basically all bone at that point,” He described; “For a half rotted roamer, it had a nasty grip on me though.”

Your heart was beating crazy fast in your chest. You couldn’t even imagine how scared you’d be if that had happened to you. The fact that he was able to laugh about it now was astonishing.

“I was able to reach my knife and just as it went to sink its teeth into my calf, I drilled the blade into its head,” He told; “I stabbed it an extra time for good measure. It took me at least a good five minutes to get it completely off of me because I was shaking so bad.”

You were wide eyed now as you processed everything he was saying. Simon sucked in a breath before sighing it out;

“Shit. I don’t even think I’ve ever come that close to being roamer chow,” He admitted. He noticed the chill that went up your spine, prompting him to one up Negan’s story by telling his own; “You think that’s bad? Let me tell you about the time I was chased by my neighbor who was an escaped convict for murder.”

Your head snapped in his direction;

“You’re not serious.” You gaped.

Simon put his hands up in defense;

“It’s true. I swear.” He said with a hint of smirk appearing.

It wasn’t true. As excitedly terrifying as it may sound, Simon had never known any murderers or real criminals in his day. He was just making this up off the top of his head.

“You’re fucking with us. No damn way that happened.” Negan bantered.

Simon chuckled;

“You wanna hear the story or not?” He asked sassily.

You and Negan shot each other glances, before turning your attention back to Simon.

“I was about 18. Just about to go off to college,” He began; “This guy lived about three doors down and had always been a little odd. He very rarely came out of his house, but it was always dark. He had weird vibes all around. All the parents in the neighborhood wouldn’t dare let their kids go play around his house.”

You were nervously chewing on your thumb nail as you listened intently. You didn’t like the fuzzy feeling that was bubbling in your belly.

“It wasn’t a surprise that none of us knew that he had been arrested and thrown in prison. His house was exactly the same when he wasn’t around. I felt bad for the guy. For all I knew, he was just a lonely guy with no one to talk to,” He continued; “So one day I thought it would be nice to hand deliver his morning newspaper to him. I went to the front door, knocked, but didn’t get an answer.”

You didn’t like where this was going. You were quite literally on the edge of your seat as you took it all in. Negan himself even refrained from interrupting, curious to see how this would end.

“I heard some sort of racket in his backyard, so I walked around and through the fence. And what I saw about made me damn near sick,” He explained; “He was in his prison jumpsuit and all. And he was burying a body in his backyard.”

Your heart hit your shoes and bounced back up to your throat. Negan’s jaw dropped and his face went pale. This was the most insane story you had ever heard.

“I was going to just make a run for it and pray to God I could forget about it. But then he saw me standing there like a deer in headlights,” He said rubbing his slightly chilled hands together; “I shit you not, the fucker dropped the shovel and started running at me.”

You were speechless. How had he never told you this story before? More importantly, how did this not traumatize him? Now Negan was just as wide eyed as you, stunned at what he was hearing.

“I swear my feet left the ground before I could even think. I sprinted in the other direction and started screaming bloody murder...no pun intended,” He snorted; “Anyways, to make a long story short, I managed to run out of my neighborhood and found a policeman down the street. Turns out he had escaped his cell that morning and they had been on the hunt for him all day because they were afraid of what he might do. That body was some random guy that he encountered after his escape.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The hairs on your arms and legs were sticking straight up. You suddenly had the eery feeling that someone was looking at you.

“My mom had to come pick me up from the police station. I was convinced she wasn’t going to let me go off to school after that,” He joked; “But once it was all cleared up, things turned back to normal...but I still would get a sense of fight or flight every time I visited home. But, hey, shit happens.”

Simon finished his story nonchalantly. As if he hadn’t just confessed that he had almost been chopped to bits by a psycho killer. You felt like your heart was going to make a leap of faith out of your chest. You had never heard anything like that in your entire life. Negan shook his head to shake the thought;

“You were had a life or death encounter with a serial killer and all you can say is ‘shit happens’? Simon, I may have pegged you wrong,” Negan stated; “You are one badass motherfucker.”

Simon grinned and shrugged. He had been lying, of course, but if it earned him brownie points with the boss, then he didn’t mind dragging it out. You were shocked silent. What do you even say to that? Negan smiled, shaking his story off effortlessly;

“I don’t know if I can top that, but have I ever told you two about the time I fought off a rabid raccoon?” Negan asked with a raised brow.

Simon caught your ghostly and tired look and stood from his chair;

“No and I’d love to hear it, but I think she’s had enough storytelling for one night.” Simon said guiding you up from your chair.

Negan shrugged with a scoff;

“Suit yourself. It’s one hell of a story though.” He said standing from his own seat.

Simon assured him of another time to tell it and finally walked you back inside from the courtyard. Simon had already completely discarded the story he had just burned into your head. He didn’t even catch the slight shiver in your limbs. You were rattled and even a little terrified. You felt like a little kid who swears they had heard a monster under their bed. Simon slipped his hand into yours as you walked back to your floor;

“So, I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” He asked softly in your ear, careful not to wake anybody else up.

He wasn’t going to leave you alone tonight, was he? Surely not after all that. You stopped his trek and looked at him with pleading eyes;

“Can I stay with you tonight? Please?” You asked gently; “I don’t want to be alone tonight.” You confessed.

Now, he realized something was up. He instantly agreed, leading you to his room. He watched as you quietly got ready for bed and crawled under the sheets and covers. He followed suit, pulling you to him. You latched onto him like he’d float away if you didn’t. Simon looked down at you with worried eyes;

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asked sweetly.

You buried your face into his soft shirt and shook your head. You didn’t want to admit you were scared, but you also couldn’t get the thought of being chased by a crazed killer out of your head either. He rubbed your back comfortingly and encouraged you;

“Darlin’, you can talk to me. Always.” He cooed.

You mumbled against him. He rested his chin on your head, taking in the scent of your favorite soap. His brain racked up any ideas of what was making you so fidgety. He finally thought back to the story that he had just told about a half hour prior. He suddenly felt guilty. He didn’t think it would’ve scared you this bad...especially since it wasn’t even true.

“Is it the story I told just a little while ago?” He asked.

When you nodded, he whimpered out an airy sympathetic sound. He held you tighter and admitted his lie;

“Oh, sweetheart, that didn’t actually happen. I just made it up.”

You paused and looked up at him. The way your glossy eyes shimmered and lower lip quivered broke his heart;

“Really? You’re not just saying that?” You asked desperately.

“I promise. The whole thing was just a story.”

Your brows furrowed, suddenly a little annoyed;

“Why would you make up something like that? You really scared me.” You said truthfully.

He kissed your forehead and hummed deeply;

“I didn’t think you’d actually believe it. You always see through my bullshit.” He grinned brightly.

You growled faintly;

“Not always. I literally thought you were serious.”

“I’m sorry, [Y/N], I didn’t mean to.” He apologized.

You nuzzled back into his frame, accepting his apology. You were mostly relieved that didn’t actually happen to him though. You would’ve been scarred for life.

“That’s okay. You really could’ve been an actor, might I add.” You joked.

He scoffed, kissing your skin;

“I’ll stick to storytelling in the courtyard.”

#simon x reader #simon twd #twd simon #simon the walking dead #The Walking Dead #simon the walking dead imagines #the walking dead simon

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the-phoenix-heart · 4 years ago

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How do Deku and Bakugou interact with both being double Lion ?

Oooh boy here comes my rant about platonic Bakudeku and their double Lions! (I also just finished watching Heroes Rising so my BakuDeku feels are stronger than usual-cause I’m a multishipper)

First of all, I feel the need to double down on Deku’s primary. He is a Lion primary. Does he want to save people-yes, but there are things about his character you have to consider. Mainly, he’s more focused on the goal of becoming the number one hero and saving people, than the people he wants to save. He doesn’t bond with communities, he bonds with the individuals he meets. But, he does think it’s the right way to live, so Badger primary model.

And boy howdy do they interact with their double Lions.

Bakugou for the longest time was a Glory-Hound Lion. He wanted to be the strongest there ever was and he wanted to be on top of everyone else. But, deep down he always felt like he was missing something. What he was missing was that Paragon Lion that Deku had. He liked his Glory-Hound Lion and he didn’t understand that you could have both. And he saw not naturally having a Paragon Lion as a weakness in himself, which is why he bullied him (doesn’t justify it but y’know it’s called character development.

Deku meanwhile admired Bakugou’s Glory-Hound Lion. He saw Bakugou’s hunger for power and love of strength, and how it made Bakugou powerful and strong and he loved Bakugou for it (platonically! possibly...).

But they couldn’t understand each other. Bakugou at the time couldn’t let go of his Glory-Hound Lion out of stubbornness and Deku couldn’t understand that his Paragon Lion was causing Bakugou to lash out. Notice, Bakugou only started to grow as a person when Deku left him alone more.

Now, Bakugou did become friends with Kirishima-another double Lion with a Paragon Lion primary-but it was not Deku’s Paragon Lion. Bakugou grew up with Deku and his Paragon Lion and so he couldn’t accept it at the time, but Kirishima (who is has a small dose of Glory-Hound in him) was able to get through.

And their secondaries, ever since the first scene of the show they’ve been standing on opposite sides facing each other down. Bakugou did not like how similar he and Deku were despite their differences, which is why Bakugou burned Deku’s secondary. Once Deku’s secondary was burned Deku turned to a Bird secondary model, which ironically Bakugou probably saw and thought, ‘I can do that better.’ Bakugou then used his Bird secondary model to bolster his own Lion secondary.

And of course we have to talk about how their relationship with All Might relates to their sorting. Bakugou looked at All Might and saw a Glory-Hound Lion primary. This vision was wrong. While seeing that All Might was not wrong, he was wrong in assuming that’s whole All Might was. Deku saw All Might and his Badger primary, and copied it.

And now we get to the Sludge Villain incident, where Bakugou is in trouble and Deku’s secondary unburns all in one day. This is when Bakugou starts to vaguely respect Deku, and it’s because of his secondary and how he just rushed in. It’s also because he doesn’t want to be in debt, but he still has some respect for him.

Except what little respect there was shatters when he thinks Deku has lied to him. Lying is very important to Bakugou, in that he refuses to lie and if you lie to him he’ll kick your ass. Bakugou is pissed and immediately rushes in to fight him about it like the Lion secondary he is, and gets stopped.

Then the first fight in Ground Beta happens, and we see their Lion secondaries really colliding with each other for the first time, they yell at each other and throw punches. Their first fight was not a pretty fight emotionally at all, it was ugly and taxing for both of them.

We see it clearly on Bakugou’s face that his primary took a hit. He’s literally having a panic attack over losing. His primary isn’t burnt, but it has not escaped the fight unscathed. Failure goes against everything he knows about himself (as a gifted kid I relate), if he has failed who the fuck is he?! He gets over this by using his Lion secondary to drag himself out. If he just proclaims that he’s going to be the number one and surpass All Might then it’s gotta be true.

And you see it even more clearly in the Sport Festival. At the beginning of the arc he proclaims to the entire country that he’s going to win. I can never get over this because it’s basically him forcing himself to win. If he fails then he’s a hypocrite and no one wants to be a hypocrite. Once again he uses his blunt Lion secondary to drag himself along. The idea that you can rely on you secondary to keep your primary from burning...that’s kind of beautiful, but I think you can only do that with an improvisational primary.

And in the Sports Festival you see their secondaries on clear display. Especially Deku who breaks his body and yells at a guy until the guy faces years of Mommy and Daddy issues and severe trauma. Bakugou meanwhile fights everyone until his match against Todoroki.

Todoroki is a Snake primary, who’s unsure what his quirk means to him since he’s just now faced his trauma. Bakugou, a Double Lion, gets pissed off when Todoroki ignores him because he’s his opponent and he deserves his attention. Bakugou proves just how un-Snake he is by telling Todoroki that his family and feelings don’t matter and all that matters is the fight. It almost seems like Todoroki has listened.

Until the match happens and Bakugou fights and yells at him to use his fire aspect of his quirk. Todoroki only uses his quirk when Deku, house matched with Bakugou, does the exact same thing. Todoroki does it because it was Deku, someone he had bonded with told him. But, then he still can’t do it for understandable reasons. Bakugou finds out he won the fight, but Todoroki didn’t use his fire and that pisses him off more than anything. The idea that he didn’t win the fight fair and square is painful and pisses him off more than anything. He wasn’t more powerful than Todoroki, Todoroki just held back. That’s not a real win.

and then the school chains him to the podium and forces him to take the medal on national tv BUT THAT’S A TOPIC FOR ANOTHER DAY

(also All Might has no idea how to handle a Lion primary that isn’t modeling Badger. “Take this medal as a wound,” no All Might you’re just gonna mess him up further! He’s not SUPPOSED to be wounded!)

Then there comes the fight against All Might where they have to work together. This is after the internship arc, where Bakugou had a Snake secondary pushed on him (which he did not accept) and Deku finally got control of his power and leveled up. Bakugou sees this and it terrifies him. Why is Deku’s Double Lion loved by all but his is hated? For a while Bakugou doesn’t even try to get along with Deku and just beat All Might himself. Then he accepts defeat because he doesn’t want to fight alongside Deku-to him that would be admitting that he is weak. And Deku does the only thing he can think of to get Bakugou to listen-he punches him and says “LET’S WIN THIS KACCHAN!” Because fuck my emotions.

And then they yell at each other, Deku trying to hype up Bakugou and Bakugou because LISTEN UP WE ARE GONNA WORK TOGETHER MY WAY! And even as they are fight/running from All Might they’re yelling at each other, but it works. They think on the fly and Bakugou fights All Might with all he has until he’s broken. And then Deku, about to win, turns away for a moment and sees Bakugou nearly passed out under All Might and does the most badass thing ever and PUNCHES ALL MIGHT RIGHT IN THE FACE!! HIS OWN MENTOR!! Just so he can save Bakugou. It’s beautiful.

(Now is a good time to mention I’m writing this to the soundtrack for Heroes Rising and IT FUCKING SLAPS-or that’s just me loving instrumentals)

Then Bakugou gets kidnapped, and a little detour, Deku fully understands that he cannot be the one to reach out to Bakugou. Kirishima has to be the one because Bakugou trusts him. Kirishima and him are friends and Bakugou will let him save him, and Deku recognizes that.

And then Kacchan vs. Deku part 2 happens, and it is the most Double Lion fight ever. Bakugou is literally venting his feelings at Deku by screaming and exploding him. Deku in turn is explaining how he has always admired Bakugou by yelling back and punching him. And this is another reason why he think he’s a Lion primary: Deku admired Bakugou not because he was kind or cared about people, but because Bakugou was strong and determined-those are Lion traits he admired.

He also says he starts to talk like Bakugou when he gets really into a fight-which makes sense since his Lion secondary was burned for so long and Bakugou was his main example for years. Rip me.

By the way, Bakugou’s primary had officially burned before this fight. He literally asks if he was wrong to try and emulate All Might the way he did, why he had to be the one to destroy All Might. But, the fight with Deku and winning helps him unburn, or at least recover.

And then pretty much nothing happens in the show for season four but EVERYTHING happens in Heroes Rising and the manga and I can’t TALK ABOUT IT BECAUSE SPOILERS BUT TRUST ME THESE DOUBLE LIONS KEEP DOUBLE LIONING IT UP (and also possibly falling in love idk i’m an equal opportunitist with Kiribaku and Bakudeku)!!

#sortinghatchats #sorting hat chats #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha #mha #this is a load of word vomit and i'm okay with that #because at the end of the day i talked about platonic bakudeku #and lion primaries which i'm starting to realize...might be my favorites?#noooo i'm supposed to hate myself and my primary!!! I'm burned!!

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marvelmymarvel · 5 years ago

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Yandere

Eren x Reader

Yandere!AttackTitan!Eren x Reader

Synopsis: Eren was normally so sweet and soft to you while still violent to everyone else. He never turned that anger towards you, but his titan did.

A/N: You ever read an imagine and it just sticks with you for days and no matter what you do you can't shake it from your brain??? That was this imagine: “Yandere Eren chasing down his s/o in titan form” by SexuallyLevi (Please go check her out, her stuff is amazing) And I wanted to personally thank her for letting me base this story off of that post, I needed to write this it was stuck with me for a good week!!!

He was so sweet to you even though he was a whiny jerk to everyone else, you just soothed him into that zen. He showed his anger issues through his possessive nature when boys got a little handsy, but one touch from you calmed him down instantly. So when you realized your lover was a titan shifter, you simply thought that his sweet nature towards you would translate over into the bigger version of him.

You were wrong.

Your head snapped over to the shot of lightning as you heard Mikasa scream Eren’s name. “Shit” you hissed as you felt Jean shove you away from a titan’s swinging arm. “FOCUS Y/N” Jean screamed as he swung up and sliced the titan's neck. “I’m sorry Jean!” you screamed back as you jumped away from the titan as if fell beside you. Jean landed once more next to you and looked out to where Eren’s titan stood tall amongst the smaller buildings. Even in titan form, Eren’s features were prominent and made your heart race all the same.

“Your boyfriend’s a badass” Jean whispered out and you nodded in agreement, he was a badass but it still scared you. All your life you were taught to be afraid of the tall giants that ate humans for fun instead of for survival and seeing your sweet boyfriend as one of those beasts still shook you to the core. “Wait... what's he doing?” Jean asked and you cocked your head at the sight as well. Eren had taken down a titan, but he was now looking around as if trying to find someone. He threw his head back and let out a shrill screech, causing you to cover your ears in pain. You didn't know what he was looking for.

Until his eyes locked on you.

“Shit” you whispered out as the attack titan started to step towards you, “Jean...” you muttered out as you grabbed his arm for protection. At the sight of the touch, the titan screamed again before taking off in a run towards you two. Levi swung over and grabbed you roughly by the arm, “He’s coming for you... We were worried about this but hoped Eren could remain in control of his titan” Levi hissed as he ripped your hood up and signaled for Jean to do the same.

“PUT YOUR HOODS UP. EREN WANT’S Y/N!” Levi screamed out before taking off as you and Jean followed suit. The ground shook below you as you ran across the rooftops and swung between the buildings. You, Jean and another scout kept switching spots, hoping to confuse Eren to the best of your abilities, but he had his eyes set on you.

“Split off!” you screamed out as you took a sharp turn down an alley. Looking back, you saw Jean and the other scout split off as well down different streets, but you also saw Eren still hot on your tail. “Shit!!” you screamed as you looked forward and saw a titan close by. Swinging up, you missed his hand by a few feet and landed on the rooftop before taking off again. You looked back to see Eren pushing the titan away so he could continue after you, “Come on honey I know you’re in there- OOF”

You didn't see the hand until you felt it grab you. The titan's fingers tightened around you and you began to see your life flash before your eyes as you saw your comrades blood all over its lips and teeth. Its breath smelt of death and you began to feel nauseous from the stench and scene before you. It was around 15 meters tall and you knew you would be dead in seconds if no scout could save you in time. Sadly, you took an alley that had no other scouts and you were most likely screwed. Closing your eyes, you accepted your fate as you began to think about Eren and how much you loved him.

Then suddenly, you were falling.

Your eyes snapped open as you felt Jean catch you and you were in complete shock at the sight in front of you. Eren’s titan held the other 15-meter titan in a grip before he chomped down into the neck. You were in complete hysterics as Jean tried to urge you out of the state. “Y/n... Hey Y/n it's okay” Jean cooed as he landed on top of a house far from where Eren was currently being taken down by Levi and Mikasa. Jean sat you down against a chimney and cupped your face with his hands. You and Jean had been friends since you could talk, and he always seemed to know how to bring you out of the hysteria taking over your body, but it wasn't working.

“My boyfriend is a 15-meter titan who just chased me down through this city Jean... And you’re saying everything will be okay?” you muttered out quietly as you zone out on the red shingles below you two. Jean sighed and nodded “That was terrifying, I’ll give you that, but I think Eren’s titan only wants to protect you-”

“Which endangers everyone else Jean” you hissed through your teeth as your eyes finally met his. Yanking your hood down furiously, you stood up and walked to the edge of the roof, looking to see if the titan was down and Eren was out. Levi gave you the all-clear by shooting off a smoke signal and you turned to Jean shakily as he pulled his hood down as well.

"What should I do Jean?" You breathed out before wiping the sweat that had formed over your brow. Many of the titans were down, but at least 15 were still standing. If only he would have remained calm... Jean let out a huff before standing up and walking towards you, afraid of you blowing up with rage once more. “I don't think you can do anything Y/n... You know Eren would never hurt you-”

“But his titan?” you cut him off coldly, not really wanting reassurance that any of this was okay when it clearly wasn't. You continued to look forward as you watched the other scouts drag Eren to a safe space away from the other titans that were currently making their way towards him. “How can I know that his titan won't...” you whispered to yourself, hoping Jean didn't hear it but you knew he most likely did.

“Y/n-”

The sound of your 3DM gear cut off his poor attempts to console you and in seconds you were swinging through the city once more, leaving your poor friend in his own worries. It wasn't like you to get this way, you were always the one giving hope to the other scouts just by how you appeared, but this side of you was scary. You were focused as you cut into the titans’ necks, now thankful that you had trained under Levi. You were scarily calm as you landed beside the other scouts and a still passed out Eren. The other scouts looked at you in shock as they saw your damage behind you.

15 titans.

“You’re a goddess” one of the new recruits muttered and you shot a glare his way before pushing past him and towards Erwin and Levi. Erwin was talking frantically about the titans coming your guys' way. Levi listened intently, not letting the fear in Erwins voice get the best of him, he knew his strength. 15 was an easy number. “We still have 15 or so more titans left, once we clear them out-”

“Already done” you cut Erwin off as you grabbed Levi’s arm and dragged him towards Hanji who looked at you with wide eyes. The pair had reassured you that Eren would be alright, but you were now certain that they had lied to you. You let go of Levi angrily as you shot a look at both of them. Levi glared at you as if you had just punched him (which you were about to if he kept lying) and Hanji looked at you nervously.

“You lied” you stated firmly as your eyes shot between the both of them, “You told me he was fine during those test runs, but he clearly is not fine.” Levi looked at Hanji blankly, he for one didn't lie, but she did.

“OKAY OKAY, I’M SORRY!!!” Hanji blurted out finally as her hands shot up in distress, she hated that she had to lie to you, but Eren as well as you were two of the most important tools to this working. Since you had trained under Levi and Erwin personally, you gained an edge over the other scouts and were as strong as Mikasa and as smart as Armin. Which was one of the reasons why you got away with talking to Levi and Hanji like they were in the wrong.

Because they were wrong and they knew that.

“Hanji. What did you lie to me about exactly?” you replied calmly, finally feeling some sort of zen come over you now that you had control of the situation and their lies. Hanji looked at Levi with big eyes, praying and hoping that he would help her, but he shook his head. He didn't agree to her lying and if you had asked him for the truth, he would have told you. Hanji made her bed and it was time for her to lay in it.

“Eren’s titan... Is overly protective of you. When he transformed during our tests, he kept looking for someone and we couldn't figure out who. If one of us tried to restrain him he would push us off and keep looking at our faces. One time, you were training with Levi a little ways away, and he saw you at the same time that you were kicked down. Eren’s titan took off towards you, all while knocking 3 scouts into the dirt as he went. It took Mikasa as well as Jean to get him out and under control, and when Eren came to, he had no idea about running towards you. I think the titan cares for you the same that Eren does, but its more... Possessive and scary.”

Hanji’s words were frantic and while your face stayed stoic throughout the whole rant, your insides felt like they were on fire. Levi watched you carefully, afraid that what Hanji just dumped on you would mess you up, but the glare you sent Levi reassured him that you were more pissed than upset.

“Captain! Y/n! Eren’s up!” one of the scouts screamed as Eren’s eyes opened slowly and groggily. You shot a look between the pair once more before turning on your heel and storming towards were your boyfriend laid on the ground. He cracked a smile at the sight of you, but your frigid look caused it to falter in concern. Were you hurt? Did he do something?? You deflected your eyes away to see Jean landing nearby and you took off towards him, leaving Eren with his thoughts.

Eren watched as you talked lowly to Jean and he felt a pang of jealousy run through his blood. “What did I do?” Eren asked coldly to the other scouts. All he was seeing was red, and if you didn’t look at him with a gentle look in the next 30 seconds, he was going to blow. “Your titan... It chased her through the town” one of the scouts finally blurted out, hoping it would calm the aggressive boy down.

But it didn't work.

Jean touched your shoulder reassuringly and Eren was up in an instant. The angry boy raced towards you two with fire in his eyes and hatred in his blood; no one touched his girl. Your head shot over at hearing Eren’s war cry and you pushed Jean away before bracing yourself for Eren’s ultimate collision. He readjusted as his arms went towards Jean but you jumped in the way, causing them to wrap around you instead. You let out a cry from the hit before you both tumbled to the ground. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you successfully got the boy in a chokehold. “I’LL KILL YOU JEAN, I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU-”

“YOU WILL DO NO SUCH THING. KNOCK IT OFF AND GROW THE FUCK UP EREN. OKAY, YOU CHASED ME, NOT JEAN. SO FUCKING STOP BEING A BABY AND GROW UP ALREADY” you screamed in his ear before squeezing tighter around his neck. The scouts around you stood there wide-eyed and Mikasa looked like she was about to jump into action, but Levi’s hand on her wrist stopped her.

“This isn’t your fight. Back off” Levi whispered causing her to nod and rip her wrist from his grip. Eren still thrashed in your grip and there was no sign of him calming down until someone was dead. You looked at Levi for permission to knock him out and got a curt nod in response. Exhaling softly, you let out a little sob. You loved this boy with your whole heart and doing this for the safety of everyone else pained you. “I’ll see you when you wake up” you cried softly into his ear before squeezing even harder, cutting the blood supply off just enough so his brain would pass him. He scratched against your arms to the point of them bleeding but you just stared at Levi with eyes full of such hatred and anger. It was their fault. His hands stopped scratching and his head went limp against your chest.

That was when you broke down.

Your sobs racked your body as the scouts and Mikasa took an unconscious Eren from you. Jean pulled you up and into his chest, he always hated seeing you cry, but if Eren thought something was going on between you two he was very wrong. “We are moving out” Erwin commanded finally to the oddly quiet group of scouts that were still alive. Everyone began to move to their horses and Jean helped you onto his horse since yours sadly didn't make it. The ride back to the inner wall was silent from not only you but everyone else. Mikasa shot glares your way every time you locked eyes, but she saw the way your eyes traveled to Eren's sleeping face and she saw the tears following right after.

You loved him.

Finally reaching the internal wall, you ignored all of the people standing on the sidewalks, watching and whispering about you all as you passed. You just wanted to sleep, even more, you just wanted to forget this day ever happened. Your eyes traveled back to where Eren was laying in the wagon, could you fix this? You closed your eyes, feeling sleepy after the adrenaline rush you had just gone through. Once you got through the people and it was quiet once more, you passed out against Jeans back. You didn't know what would happen when you woke... But in that dreamless sleep.

You felt peace.

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nicocoooo · 4 years ago

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Obey Me: Part 9: A Ferocious Battle

Disclaimer: I haven't written in a while so I'm terribly sorry if these turn out horribly written or short.

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Knock, knock.

The gentle knocks suddenly become more aggressive as each second passes by. The anonymous figure spoke up sharply, screaming almost, "OPEN UP BITCHES!" For someone who just happened to go for a small 'visit', they sure are rude. Their raised voice immediately turned into shouting, "GIVE ME MY CHILD, YOU SHITS!"

The voice appeared to be feminine. She muttered 'fuck it' under her breath and blasted the door open, walking in as if she owned the place. Obviously, someone in the castle heard the loud blast and rushed out of their room to see it. Kauffee.

Kauffee scrambled to the main hall and stopped in his tracks once he saw the witch, standing in front of them like it's so sweet. "Wh-Who the fuck?!" He exclaimed. Ah, great. A witch, here in the House of Lamentation. Could it get any worse? Unfortunately, the answer is yes.

The witch walked in and glared at the human, "Kauffee! Oh, how you've grown!" She said with a sweet smile. There's something off about her. She gives off such a rotten aura that it nearly triggers your gag reflexes.

Kauffee was very uncomfortable but he kept a strained smile to be polite, "Oh, hiiii bitch... how you doin', girl? Uhm, so yeah, did you really need to break in? Also, it's Allyson for you, thanks girllll." The tension between the two only added to the dense atmosphere. He had no clue what the witch was talking about. He wasn't terrified, just weirded out.

The witch was sick and tired of having to deal with this troublesome human and snapped at him, "Oh, shut the fuck up and get your brother. Your brother and sister AND you are leaving with ME."

Kauffee made a face towards her, "Yeaahhh, I don't think so," he was somewhat bored by all of this. He was unamused by the witch's attempts to try and take everything away from his father, Daniel. This was so boring, extremely boring. So boring he might fall asleep.

The witch raised a fist, making a desperate attempt to assert her dominance, "Young man, you BETTER grab your older brother and little sister, RIGHT NOW."

Leviathan yawned as he walked into the main hall, "I thought Kauffee only had one sibling..." he said with a pinch of doubt in his tone.

Kauffee shrugged, "I thought so too but I don't even listen to her anymore, she's kinda crazy. Yeah, anyway, I'm not getting him and what sister you talkin' 'bout, girl?"

The witch grew annoyed by Kauffee's artificial ignorance and began screaming... again, "THE SISTER YOUR DAD JUST HAD IS MINE!"

Daniel raised a skeptical brow, "I ain't had no baby, what the fuck?"

Kauffee rolled his eyes and sighed, "Yeah, she's crazy. I really should have stayed upstairs, this isn't worth any of my time."

The witch screamed, "I KNOW YOU HAVE A GIRL SOMEWHERE!"

Daniel yelled in return, "BITCH, NO!"

The witch's lips curled into a irritated frown as she spoke with cold, condescending words, "Then you're pregnant with one because my spells never lie. THAT WOULD BE MY CHILD THEN!" What? What was she on about? Just like Kauffee stated, she's probably insane.

Kauffee had his nonexistent popcorn in his lap, chewing away at his fictional popcorn. Now, things were getting interesting. However, this is only a mere appetizer. Things were just getting started. He knew this heated argument was going to escalate into something even more powerful than just a simple disagreement.

Daniel was still baffled over what he was currently hearing but he decides to move past it, "How in the fuck... MAMMON, I HAVE SOME NEWS!"

Though, Mammon was still in his private, little thinking bubble, he replied, "Huh?" Shortly after, he zones back in after his brain takes a moment to register his surroundings, "What?"

Daniel awkwardly gestured towards his stomach, "Congratulations, my stalker ex used a spell, you got me pregnant, and now this lunatic thinks its belongs to her," he said with a irritated groan.

Mammon had too much to think about and comprehend, his brain still hasn't finished loading so he doesn't understand at all what's happening.

Kauffee nodded, clasping his hands together, "Oh, so I DO have a sister now, that makes much more sense," he was happy for the endearing couple, completely ignoring the fact that there was still a furious witch in the House of Lamentation.

All of a sudden, Daniel became tired and sighed. He muttered, "I hate labor..."

The witch smirked and grabbed Daniel's stomach, "So, it's mine! You don't want it, so its mine!" She seemed way too confident over this wild claim she made.

Daniel slapped her. Hard. He glared at her, "Touch me again and your uterus won't be the only thing I cut out. I'll gut you like a fish," he growled.

Mammon's instincts kicked in, causing him to fully have a grasp on the entire situation. He slipped in between Daniel and the witch (who is also a bitch), grabbing her by the neck, "Touch him again, I DARE you."

Kauffee conveniently pulled a knife out of his stockings, prepared to defend himself. He wasn't messing around. He was ready.

Leviathan blinked, "Was that the thing that kept poking me?"

Daniel glared, crossing his arms, "Fucking bitch."

The witch coughed, managing to sputter out a full sentence, "It's my baby! Sure, we haven't dated in months, but I KNOW IT'S MY BABY!"

Daniel scoffed, "You're infertile and I've had my period 4 times after I left you."

Kauffee shrugged, "I'm not running around here without a knife, and yeah, it was, Levi. How does crazy does she have to be?"

"Let's see how long I have to choke you for until you can't talk such smack anymore," he growled, deepening the pressure of his fingers against her neck. Before he even realized it, he was in his demon form, with small sparks of fire shooting out of his eyes.

The witch glared and coughed, then blasted Mammon with a fire spell. She smiles as she watches Mammon struggling to keep her in submission. She was confident she was going to win, without a doubt. Then, she will get her baby!

Mammon was almost burned to a crisp. He groaned, but, he could not care less. The audacity of this witch made his blood boil. He was filled with rage. He was like a wild tiger, forcefully pinning her to the wall. He was being so rough with his pinning that the wall nearly crumbled. He didn't want to kill her, he was avoiding pushing her into the brink of death. All he wanted was to weaken her. He suffocated her as hard he could.

The witch coughed and grunted, raising a hand. A circle appeared before Mammon was forcibly pushed away by a great wind. She continued to keep her hand in the air as she collapsed on the ground. She burst out in maniacal laughter, "Holy cage!" She shouted while lights emerged from the floor, trapping Mammon in a cage, made of pure holy light. "Filthy creature... you don't get to touch me.. I am stronger than you'll ever be..."

Daniel ran forward and placed his hands on the bars. He flinches and immediately pulled away. The bars seemed to have burned his palms. He yelled out in pain, "Fuck!" He glared at the woman, then stopped at a certain spot on the ground. He dragged his heel against the ground, making a perfect, magical circle of light. He incoherently whispered to himself and summoned a large, Golem creature with red eyes. He was made from his exact environment. The creature unleashed a loud roar which shook the ground.

The witch raised a hand and blasted the large, fearsome Golem with fire. She watches as the flames consume the monster as it ran forward at Danny. She laughed, holding the ashes that belong to the Golem before making her hands collide, mashing them together. She giggles manically as lightning rose from her finger tips, "I am too strong and disciplined, Daniel. You have NEVER taken any other class other than basic meditation. All of your spells are just the basics CHILDREN learn!"

In the midst of panic, Mammon grasped the bars of the cage he was concealed in. That was a rather stupid move to make. Of course, he immediately flinched and let out an agonizing groan. The only thing he could do was helplessly watch the fight. He was terrified. He was worried about his human. What if he gets hurt? He felt so.. so.. stupid! He was incapable of doing anything to save his beloved!

Daniel glared and sighed as he bitch slapped a fireball that was headed towards him, his hand left spotless, "Let him go..." He was so fed up with her bullshit. He wanted to end this, once and for all.

The witch flinches in surprise, her eyes widened. She brushes off her astonishment and forces her hand forward, casting another bolt of lightning upon Danny.

Danny, once again, being the badass father he was, smacked the flash of lightning out of his way. In less than a second, the bolt of lightning fell to the ground and suddenly became a beautiful pile of golden roses... or rather, roses made precisely out of gold.

Danny took a step forward, continuing to glare at the poor excuse of a witch. The witch stepped back and tried to blast him again. But, instead, her blast was... deflected? Wait, her own spell transformed into something else before her very eyes. A river of man eating pirannhas? Hm, no, try a soothing stream that only contained of koi. Oh, another blast of lightning? How about a shimmer bouquet of flowers made out of gold? Fire? An adorable yet gorgeous, orange bird. A skeleton wielding a sword made out of a magical, spiteful energy? What about a simple, marble statue with golden streaks?

The witch only glared while panting and panting. She was clearly running out of magic. Daniel, however, has an infinite amount of energy. It's time to end this for good.

Mammon doesn't even know what he was doing anymore. He had nothing else to do except spectate the fight... and maybe punch the bars. Yes, that's what this moron was doing. He was punching the bars.

As Daniel continued to glare at the weakened witch, the bars began to fizzle and grew weaker and weaker by the minute. Ah, so that's what he was doing. He was running the witch's energy dry so that she wouldn't be able to keep up with him anymore. She would be too weak, thus, weakening the power of the cage.

Mammon's lips curled into a devilish smirk. He kept on going and going, punching the bars with all his might. He could sense the bars slowly cracking with each solid punch.

The cage shattered like glass as Daniel blasted the witch. This chaos was finally about to end permanently.

Mammon has already reached his breaking point. He pushed himself into the air and let himself fall forward, flying towards the witch at an unbelievable speed. His speed wasn't any different to the bullet of a gun. He gathered up the right amount of speed and then... gave her one good punch to the face — it caused her stiffened body to fall to the floor with a thud.

Mammon stood in front of the fallen witch's body with a malevolent smile on his face. He seemed so powerful. Well, that's not much of a surprise. After all, he IS the Great Mammon. His eyes, which were once a gradient pool of blue and yellow, was now filled with a burning rage that stood inside him.

. . .

It was over...

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starlight-ascension · 4 years ago

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PreCures and If They Would Survive A Horror Movie

Nagisa: would survive. She’s the most competent pink cure both on and off the battlefield, she will destroy the villain and look badass doing it.

Honoka: Her science stuff probably created the bad guy in the first place when it went haywire. And since she would know how to defeat the villain, she would have to die early on for there to be a horror movie at all.

Hikari: Absolutely would not survive. All she does is stand there and sometimes freeze the enemy in place for two seconds. She only transforms when reminded to. Also she’s a blonde and horror villains always go for blondes. There’s no way she’d live. Hikari would stand there frozen in place and scream until she dies gruesomely.

Saki: I don’t know but nagisa survives so i’m gonna say saki does too.

Mai: also don’t know. i’mma say no.

Nozomi: Would not survive. There is no way nozomi would make it out.

Rin: Would survive. After watching Nozomi die, Rin would go full-on enraged feral jock, transform, and set the villain on fire.

Urara: Would not survive. She’d probably go right into the dark place and do the thing where you spot the villain with your flashlight and dismiss it before doing a major double take but now it’s right behind you.

Komachi: Would survive, all the way. She reads a lot so she knows her way around how to survive these things. She writes a lot so she knows shady topics and would think of or know things that if she didn’t know, the whole team would be screwed. And she’s a walking weapon of mass destruction on top of all that.

Karen: She’s hiding in a secret fortified bunker right now with bodyguards and lots of entertainment. She would survive.

Kurumi: Would not survive. When she reverts to fairy form against her own will, the bad guy would pick her up and throw her into some mechanical thing that grinds her up alive and is the main reason for the R rating.

Love: Would last 5 minutes. Seriously, in the first episode she got lost and saw a creepy house in the woods that wasn’t there before and what does she do? SHE GOES IN. If that were a horror movie, she’d be a redshirt designed to be killed off in the first few minutes for the purpose of introducing us to the bad guy and showing how dangerous it is.

Miki: Would survive. Miki has gone up against a villain who came straight out of the horror genre (Northa) and survived. Another horror villain would be no problem. Unless it’s hide time and she can’t hide properly because she’s so tall.

Inori: Might survive. Might end up dying so that the cat in the movie doesn’t.

Setsuna: Setsuna has lived through a horror movie (episode 40 of fresh precure). She’s dealt with some serious heck. She will absolutely survive a horror movie.

Tsubomi: All Tsubomi would do is run. Thankfully, she’s not clumsy like some pinks, and would probably actually manage to make it out by running away.

Erika: Would survive. Erika cannot be killed.

Itsuki: This girl knows martial arts. She fought off a giant monster because it ripped a plushie she thought was cute. Horror villains should be scared of Itsuki.

Yuri: ABSOLUTELY would survive. Did you see her take out an entire group of Sunackies in civilian form? She’s a genius, a badass, and would survive a horror movie hands-down.

Hibiki: Would survive

Kanade: Would survive, but only because Crescendo Tone can bring people back to life.

Ellen: Would survive. Remember how she trolled some villains who were trying to scare her? She’d do the same thing. Except it’s also leading the bad guy into a death trap.

Ako: She’s that little girl who befriends the ghosts or whatever and talks about them casually in a scary way and then either becomes possessed, helps the villain kill everyone else, or just skip ropes on the playground singing terrifying versions of nursery rhymes. She survives, obviously. Forming an alliance with the villains can help you with that.

Miyuki: Would not survive. The reason for this is that by the time she realizes what genre she’s actually in, it would be too late for her already.

Akane: Would survive. Arson queen with the makings of a genderflipped shonen protag and super strength even by precure standards? She will destroy the bad guys.

Yayoi: Would survive. She watches enough anime and toku, reads enough manga and comic books, and plays enough video games to know everything about how to survive a horror movie. Also, she likes ghost stories. She ABSOLUTELY would catch on right away that she’s in a horror movie and maybe even fangirl over the villain a little.

Nao: Would be the only one to realize THE MAGIC TELEPORTING BOOKSHELF and escape.

Reika: Similar to Miki and Setsuna, Reika has gone up against a villain who’s scary enough to be in horror, in this case Joker. And she has won. Several times. Reika would absolutely survive. What’s another horror villain?

Mana: Would sacrifice herself to save her team.

Rikka: Would not survive. She’d obtain information and realize a way to defeat the villain that would 100% work, which means that while she’s explaining it, she’d be killed mid-sentence.

Alice: Would ABSOLUTELY survive. She has a freaking SPACE SHUTTLE, her place is full of traps and secret tunnels, she’s one of the most badass and terrifying cures, AND both she and her butler are Batman. Alice is by far the most likely precure to survive a horror movie.

Makoto: Did the sensible thing and hid out with Alice. Is currently hanging out in a secret room with protection, every light on, and her back to the wall so she can’t be ambushed from behind, watching willcraft monster school on her phone on silent.

Aguri: Dies of overconfidence.

Regina: Is the one to kill the villain.

Megumi: She would transform and be like “AW YEAH I GET TO BATTLE SOMETHING” and then obliterate the villain, surviving the movie in the process. Unless she tried to form change. If she used her dance attacks, she’d be stabbed or dismembered or eaten while she’s charging up her attack.

Hime: Survives the movie itself. Is killed after the credits to show that the villain isn’t really dead and set up a sequel.

Yuko: First one on the team to die.

Iona: Would definitely survive. She’s the only one on her team who’s 100% cool with doing what it takes to defeat the bad guys and she’s a badass.

Maria: Did you see the time she took out 4 monsters at once? She would survive.

Haruka: Like with most pinks, Haruka would probably not survive.

Minami: Would stand there screaming until she gets stabbed.

Kirara: Same deal as Erika.

Towa: She’s a fire cure. Fire often works against these guys. But they have no compulsion about attacking someone while she’s preparing her drawn-out attack sequence, and the extreme impracticality of her outfit could end up killing her. It’s around 50/50 for Towa.

Mirai: Would last 20 minutes if she’s lucky. She’s probably the one who read the creepy old book out loud and released the demon/monster/whatever.

Riko: Has enough knowledge of the supernatural to know how to defeat the thing Mirai summoned. Is targeted as a result. Eventually dies directly after a jumpscare. Is brought back to life by Kotoha.

Kotoha: She’s a literal goddess and she’s got the strongest magic of anyone ever. She will survive without question.

Ichika: Hate to say this, but she would probably not survive. *begins sobbing at the thought of my precious daughter dying in a horror movie*

Himari: Would also probably die. But would last for far longer than Ichika.

Aoi: Would power through an otherwise fatal injury and somehow survive something that definitely should have killed her, because she needs to write a song about this.

Yukari: Old enough to drive. Smart enough to check the back seat.

Akira: Sits in the passenger seat as the two floor it. Checks under the car for villains while Yukari is watching her back.

Ciel: Switches to fairy form and flies so high the villains can’t get her.

Pikario: Gets run over by Yukari and Akira.

Hana: Survives the first half of the movie. Dies when she runs upstairs instead of outside.

Saaya: She spent an entire night just watching horror movies once and now she knows everything about how to survive them. Makes it out alive.

Homare: Survives

Emiru: Is hiding in a security bunker

Ruru: Is hiding with Emiru

Hikaru: She’s really into cryptids and occult stuff, so she knows their weaknesses, and survives the whole movie as a result. Probably hits on the monster at least once.

Lala: Runs right into her spaceship and gets TF out of there.

Elena: Holds out for a good amount of time. Then her phone rings while she’s hiding.

Madoka: Made it onto the spaceship with Lala.

Yuni: Uses her shapeshifting perfume to disguise herself as a corpse version of herself. Successfully tricks the bad guy into thinking she’s dead.

Nodoka: Passes out, dies first.

Chiyu: Survives

Hinata: Would not survive. She’s too much of a hot mess to last in a horror movie.

Asumi: Would die if she remained untransformed. If she transformed, she would survive hands-down.

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side-effect-of-the-meds · 5 years ago

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neil finally gives up his hair as fried and a lost cause and shaves it off without warning. what are the foxes/andrew's reactions?

This took forever and I doubt it was what you were looking for, but here it is love! Thanks so much for your ask.

Allison is PISSED. She keeps insisting that she could have saved it. The rest of the upperclassman were sad to see it go but they don’t give him too much shit about it. Nicky is in mourning. He spends at least, the next two months whining. During each of their breaks, he comes up to tell Neil that there was nothing sexier than the way his hair fell when he pulled it out of a bandana at the end of a game. He insists that it was the only reason he dragged himself to practice. Neil just ignores him.

Aaron has a mental breakdown. He thinks that Neil looks really badass and gets scared because now he thinks he’s gay and has a thing for Neil. It takes him a week and a half to chill out. It’s a good week for Katelyn tho. In an attempt to satiate his fears, Aaron’s been her eating out every day and she’s living for it. Katelyn and Kevin end up liking Neil’s hair too. They like the way it tickles their palms when they run their hands over it. Kevin used to ruffle Neil’s hair all the time, even before he cut it because Neil is his baby brother and he loves him with his whole heart. Recently, he’s been doing it as a stress relief thing. Something about the way it feels now makes him feel better. Don’t ask me to explain this one. I do this to my friend all the time. It makes me feel better and I like projecting onto Kev and Neil. Once Aaron calms down, he shows up at Neil’s dorm before practice one day. Neil frowns but lets him in. He goes into the bathroom and digs the razor Neil used out of the cabinet. Returning with it in hand, Neil finally understands. They lay a towel on the floor and drag in a stool. Aaron hesitates before taking his shirt off and Neil just glares at him. After losing the staredown, he shucks it off and Neil replaces it with a towel.

“What exactly do you want?” Neil asks as he plugs in the razor.

“An undercut,” Aaron mumbles. Neil looks at him with wide eyes and an amused grin. Aaron just scowls. When he flips the razor on, Aaron curls into himself.

“Hey,” Neil says, turning the razor off. He grabs Aaron by his chin and forces him to look him in the eye. “You’ve got to trust me.”

“Trust a liar?” Aaron snapped.

“Look, man, you’re the one that came here. You want me to be honest? I really don’t care about you. You mean absolutely nothing to me. Last year, I needed you so that we had enough kids to make the line-up. This year, however, we’ve got two new backliners. Jack and Sheena might get on every one of my nerves but here’s the bottom line: I. Don’t. Need. You. To me, you are expendable.

“To Andrew though? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he loves you so goddamn much. You think he chose me over you? Wrong. Your brother knew that if he kept holding on to you, you’d only grow to hate him. He saw that letting you be happy would be a show of good faith. He trusted that you’d return the gesture by showing him that he didn’t have to keep you on a leash. And you did. Why? Because I know you love him as much as he loves you.

“Contrary to what you keep deluding yourself into believing, I love Andrew. Andrew lets Katelyn live because he knows you’d never forgive him if he hurt her. I let you live because Andrew would never forgive me if I hurt you. You don’t have to trust that I’m a good person because, let’s face it, we both know that I’m not. No, you just have to trust that I love Andrew more than I hate you.” Neil lets go of Aaron’s chin and leans back against the counter. “So? What’ll it be?”

Aaron can feel his blood boiling. A small part of him knows Neil is right. He came in here. He asked for this. Screwing his eyes shut, he takes in a deep breath. “Do it,” he says, finally. He hears the razor cut on. Every pass it makes scares the living daylights out of him. He’s too scared to open his eyes. He’s just going to have to trust Neil. Beneath the towel, he clenches his hands into fists. He focuses on the way his nails bite into his palms. You asked for this, he tells himself. When the razor cuts off, he feels the towel slide away. A hairdryer is turned on and he can feel it blowing on the back of his neck.

“Done,” Neil says. Aaron pries his eyes open to see himself in the mirror. His jaw drops and he runs his hands over the buzzed sides.

“Damn, I’m one fine son of a bitch,” he whispers. He hears Neil snort behind him.

“You’re the ugliest son of a bitch I’ve ever seen,” Neil replies.

“What about Andrew?”

“He’s the most beautiful man in the world.” Neil’s response is immediate. Aaron turns to look at Neil, dumbfounded. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m just stating the facts. Andrew absorbed your aesthetic appeal in the womb,” Neil snaps. He tells Aaron to shower and dumps some of Andrew’s clothes on the counter for him. The two of them have to walk to practice because Andrew left without them. They arrive just as everyone is about to hit the court.

Everyone is shrieking at the sight of Aaron. He looks amazing, even if Neil doesn’t think so. They all know Neil had to have been the one to do it but he refuses to say anything about it. He hits the locker room to get changed, leaving the others to fawn over Aaron.

Neil slams his locker door shut only to find himself face to face with Andrew. His face is as unreadable as always. Neil’s abrupt haircut was a week and a half old at this point but Andrew still hadn’t said a single word to him since his original comment. Every nerve in Neil’s body screamed for him to reach out and touch Andrew but he knew better. The status of their relationship was up in the air and Neil was too scared to push the subject.

When Neil had first walked into the Foxhole Court with his hair buzzed, Andrew had been the first to react. He had also reacted in what had been simultaneously the worst and best possible way.

“I want a divorce,” he had said. All of the foxes had been stunned. Even Wymack looked taken aback. They’d all burst into laughter moments later but Neil wasn’t sure that Andrew hadn’t meant it. He still drove him around. They still shared a room and smoked cigarettes but Andrew hasn’t touched Neil since his haircut. Not a hand resting on the back of Neil’s now exposed neck. Not a forehead pressed to the back of Neil’s skull. Nothing. Neil was terrified.

“Drew,” was what Neil said. Please was what it sounded like. Andrew hated the word please so Neil had found a way around it. He felt dirty for playing that card but he was getting desperate.

“460%,” Andrew replied as he ran a hand over Neil’s buzzed hair. Neil felt his knees give out from under him. Strong arms wrapped around him and hoisted him up. His legs wrapped instinctively around Andrew’s waist and he pressed his forehead to Andrew’s, feeling himself relax for the first time in over a week.

“It was fried,” Neil whispered. He hears Andrew hum in response. “Is it really that bad?”

“No,” Andrew replied. “It’s actually really badass.”

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god-save-the-keen · 5 years ago

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Fears

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Amy)

Summary: A normal afternoon turns out in Adrian's fears.

Words: 2.135

Warning: Angst / Fluff

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They were walking around Central Park, the stars shining above them as a soft warm breeze that anticipated the summer lifted her dress up her knees while her laughter echoed around them. Adrian took her waist, smiling and gently pinned her against a tree, slowly leaning his head towards her and kissed her. Her smile against his lips, her arms lazily hanging on his shoulders, her hands touching that spot she loved on his nape. Adrian felt like they were the only two people in the park, in the city, even in the whole world while their lips continued moving together and his hands lovingly roamed her body, the fabric of her dress slippery under his palms and her skin soft as silk. She separated a little from him, her gaze fixed on his, as she touched one of his soft curls, twisting it between her fingers, happily grinning.

They stood like that for a long time, enjoying being together until she snuggled closer to him, shivering thanks to an unexpected cold breeze. He hugged her tightly, looking around. Everything was darker, the stars had disappeared from the sky, most of the street lights were off and the air was colder second by second, their breathing and the leaves ruffling on the trees was the only sound around them. Amy looked at him again, cupping his cheek, he could see she was scared and her eyes full of sadness while a heavy worried feeling invaded him.

"Adrian" She said in an almost inaudible whisper that made him quiver, something was wrong, something was frightening her, he knew it, he felt it, but he couldn't tell what it was. When she talked again, the desolation in her voice gave him goosebumps."Never forget that I love you."

"Amy, what--?" A strong hand grabbed the collar of his suit jacket and shirt from behind, tearing him away from her, sending him flying towards a tree and crashing his back hard against it, making it fissure as the bones of his body cracked from the unexpected knock.

He heard her screaming his name so he stood up, grumbling from pain but starting to run to her, his muscles were sore but his fear was bigger. It wasn't until he got closer to their spot that he saw him, standing in front of Amy, her hands up as her power flowed from her palms, defending herself. Gaius sent an energy blast that hitted her, making her groan.

"NO!" Adrian grabbed a broken branch from the ground and ran towards Gaius as fast as he could. Maybe if he moved faster than the last time, he could beat him, he needed to win this time. When he was just a few inches from them, Gaius turned for a brief moment and lifted a hand, freezing him almost indifferently, trapping him in his own body again. A horrible deja vu sensation overwhelmed him as Gaius started to get closer to Amy, sending blast after blast that she could barely contain. "Gaius! Stop! I'm the one you want!" He yelled as he watched how Amy's back touched the same tree they had been kissing against just a moment ago, he fought against his binds without use, only able to watch as his heart beat in his chest painfully fast.

Amy groaned again, her forehead sweaty from the effort, her lips white, the flow of her power weaker, her palms cracked because the pressure and her whole body was shaking. She was losing.

"Gaius!! No!!" He felt useless like that day in the Met, his desperation obvious in his voice as he could only watch like a horrible horror movie. "Please! Not her! Kill me instead!" Gaius sent one last blast of energy that pushed her hard against the tree as she slipped to the ground, his face twisted with hate and pleasure, his factions grotesque looking more terrifying than ever before. Adrian continued yelling at him and fighting against his binding as he took Amy from the neck and lifted her high above the ground, she grabbed his hand, trying to loosen his hold.

"Bring some old memories, Adrian?" Gaius asked as Adrian watched Amy, his eyes wet as some tears started to fall to his cheeks while she stared him back, also crying. Her face showing her pain, her hands still trying to free herself as the rest of her body was hanging there, looking weak and broken.

"A- Adrian…" Her voice was shallow and choking, she was sobbing with difficulty.

"I'll do whatever you want!! I'll be your soldier again! Just let her go! Please!" He pleaded while his tears ran down from his face. This couldn't be happening, not again, not like this. Not when they thought they were finally safe.

"I never heard you beg before, my beautiful soldier" Gaius smiled again, squeezing her neck with one hand and breaking a branch of a tree with the other, grabbing it like a stake. Amy's eyes were fixed on Adrian's the whole time.

Even when her tears were filling them as they ran on her cheek and chin until falling on the ground.

Even when the stake went through her chest and emerged from her back, covered in her blood.

Even when she gasped in pain while her skin turned pale and her body shuddered for a moment.

Even when she started to dissolve in ashes until nothing of her was left behind.

Adrian fell to his knees, he hadn't noticed when Gaius released him or where he was but he didn't care either. The pain he was feeling was unbearable, his sobs shaking his body as he watched the pile of ashes that used to be the woman he loves. This time he couldn't try to turn her, hold her or save her somehow, she was gone forever.

A whisper reached him through the trees, a voice calling his name repeatedly but he ignore it. The voice started to sound louder and more urgent as a warm breeze brushed his face.

"Adrian!" He jolts awake on the bed with Amy next to him, staring at him and touching his face, concerned. "Oh thank god" She sighed relieved, closing her eyes for a moment. "I've been trying to wake you up for the last five minutes." He looked around, the bedroom was dark thanks to the heavy curtains but, except for the two of them, was completely empty, no Gaius or anyone else there. He was soaked in sweat and a few tears still falling from his eyes as he turned and reached for Amy, without saying a word, burying his face in her hair and hugging her fiercely. She sat on his lap, her legs around his waist, holding him as close as possible, while her hands lovingly caressed his head and back. "Want to talk about it?" She asked softly.

"I dreamt that I lost you again. Gaius killed you and I couldn't do anything." His voices husky and muffled from her shoulder, he tightened his embrace around her.

"I'm here, I'm okay and we are together." She cupped his cheeks, drying the remainder of tears with her thumbs, making him look at her. "I'm a badass vampire thanks to you." He chuckled a little despite himself. "And I'm not going anywhere. I promise."

"I hate to feel useless, that I couldn't protect you." She hadn't seen him this sad since the fragment that showed her the day after her death. "I had to watch as he killed you and I couldn't do anything to avoid it! I--" She pressed a couple of her fingers to his lips.

"Adrian, stop. Please." She moved her hand away. "Are you aware of all the times that you have saved me or helped me? Or the fact that if it wasn't for your Turning me I wouldn't be here? You even helped me with Kano's mental test."

"You didn't need my help." He smiled proudly. "You are strong, Amy."

"I know. And so you are. But having you beside me always makes me stronger. And braver." She looked intently into his eyes. "You need to forgive yourself for what happened in the Met." He tried to avoid her gaze but her hand gently held his cheek again, making him look directly at her. "I have never blamed you for that. Not even once. And I'm never going to do it. Don't do that to yourself." Her eyebrows furrowed with sadness, it wasn't the first time that he had a nightmare but they never had been this intense.

"You died because I couldn't protect you." He said frustrated and with a sigh she stood up and started to pace around the room.

"And what do you expect me to do?" She raised her voice unconsciously, she needed him to understand. "Stay hidden watching while he kills you when I could do something?! Would you do that if the table was turned?!"

"No! Of course not!" He followed her, standing in front of her.

"Then never expect that from me! It would kill me to lose you like that! I did what I had to do and I don't regret it!" She looked at him with her eyes sparkling. "I would never watch you die if I can prevent it."

"I know, love. It's just that…" His voice was tender as he got closer to her, taking her crossed arms in his hands.

"Just what?"

"It's just that I feel guilty for constantly putting you in danger. Since you met me, Amy, you have been chasing, kidnapped, attacked, harassed by Priya, even killed." He placed a hand on her cheek, stroking her soft skin.

"That is why you feel so guilty?" She answered in a bittersweet tone. "In his test Kano showed me some kind of alternative universe. In one of them, you didn't hire me, you even asked Nicole to take me out of the room after the interview." His eyes widened with surprise, she hadn't told them that part of the test. "Thanks to that, in that reality, I never found out that I'm a bloodkeeper, I never meet any of you and I'm just a corpse on New York's streets killed by Gaius, like so many when he returned." A single tear fell on her cheek and Adrian dried it. "So the next time you feel guilty for what happened that day, remember that thanks to you I'm actually alive. That you Turned me and saved me."

He wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly, while a few more tears fell from her eyes on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Amy." She hugged him back, leaning her head on his shoulder, sniffing a little. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through that." He kissed her head, closing his eyes. "All of that."

"Just promise me you are going to stop blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault." She was holding him as close as she could. And he was doing the same.

"I promise I'll try. For you." She sighed against his shoulder and he felt how she relaxed in his arms. "You don't have any idea how much I love you Amy. How much you mean to me."

"I love you too Adrian. You are the most important thing in my life." He moved away slightly and took her chin, gently lifting her face before kissing her softly, sweet and slow.

"Want to return to bed?" She nodded and before she could do anything, Adrian took her thighs, lifted her and effortlessly carried her, making her giggled as her legs encircled his waist. He lay her down on the mattress, her legs and arms still holding him as he lowered his head to kiss her, his body putting a pleasant pressure against hers before rolling to the side. She covered them with the bedclothes as she snuggled with him, her arm holding his waist and her head resting on his chest. Adrian hugged her while his hand traced a line up and down, soft and soothing, on her back, her breathing on his skin as she placed small kisses there before finally falling asleep, quietly snoring. He smiled, carefully pulling her close, stroking her hair. He knew how tired she was, even if she hid it so he wasn't worry, she was still mastering her new powers, every training session drained her energy, she was working hard alongside him to resettled Raines Corp after Rheya's last attack to the city and, with their friends, they were helping with the restoration of New York.

But she was right. She was okay, she was with him, they were living together and she loved him. Maybe, after all, it was time to let go of his guilt and simply enjoy.

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ladyreapermc · 5 years ago

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Fic: Too Sober, Enough Sass (John Wick x Unamed OFC)

Summary: you meet a tall, dark and handsome stranger who saves your life

Author’s Notes: So this was supposed to be a drabble based on two prompts I got from @beyond-antares #4 and #83 from drabble challenge, but it ended up developing an actual plot and it might become a series? This would be John before Helen (nothing against her. I think she deserved better) and in my mind’s eye he looks like Keanu circa 2009. Anyway, Nina, I hope you enjoy it.

Wordcount: 2268

Warnings: mild violence, but nothing major.

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

You were supposed to drown your sorrows with your friend Emma by your side to comfort you. She wasn’t supposed to ditch you the second a cute guy winked her way. You weren’t supposed to be left alone at the bar while Emma made out in a corner.

You glanced the couple’s way, noticing they were way past pg-13 and about to be kicked off. With a grimace, you turned back to the bar, signaling for the bartender to bring you another drink

“I’m too sober for this,” you said a little louder than intended and the handsome man perched on the stool next to you snorted and glanced your way.

You've been eyeing him as discreetly as you could since he arrived because he was probably one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. The way his dark suit hugged his well-built frame and the short dark hair and neatly trimmed beard were doing something to your sanity.

The bartender appeared with your ginger ale and you nodded your thanks, taking a sip and sighing. It was as unsatisfying as expected.

“That won’t really help your case,” he said startling you.

You looked over at him and he gestured to your drink with his own glass of whiskey.

“Oh. I have babysitter duties,” you replied with a snort, glancing over your shoulder at your friend. He followed your gaze, before giving you a sympathetic smile.

“That’s bad luck,” he commented and offered you a hand. “I’m John.”

You gave him your name and shook his hand, noticing it was huge around yours.

“So, what brings you here to drink alone, John?”

You turned your body completely to face him. If you couldn’t drink and commiserate with your friend, you might as well flirt with the hot guy in front of you

“Sometimes we are our best company,” John said with a small shrug.

“Wow, that’s...” you paused for a second trying to think on a polite way to phrase it. “really sad and dark.”

John snorted, ducking his head and it was sort of cute, which was something weren’t expecting from a guy like him.

“I guess you have a point,” he said with a smile. “So, you know what that means right? You should have a drink with me.”

You couldn’t help but grin, feeling your cheeks a little warmer. That had been quite a smooth pick up line. But before you could say anything else, Emma appeared by your side, flashing John a smile, before hooking her arm with yours.

“Hi. I have to borrow this lady for a sec,” she said already dragging you to the restroom. “Please, please tell me you have condoms with you.”

You rolled your eyes at Emma. Of course, that was what she wanted. You dug through your purse, finding a solitary foil package at the bottom.

“Are you sure you’re sober enough for this?” you asked and Emma rolled her eyes as she stood on one foot and touched her own nose with her index finger.

“Happy?” she asked, snatching the condom from your hands.

“You do know you’re a terrible friend, right?”

“Oh please!” Emma snorted as she pocketed the condom. “Like you actually mad when a guy like that was chatting you up.”

You rolled your eyes again, more out of habit than anything because Emma was right. Any resentment you had over her actions disappeared the second John started talking to you, but you weren’t gonna give her the satisfaction of being right.

“I’m gonna go. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she said with a wink moving to the door.

“There’s nothing you wouldn’t do,” you pointed out and Emma smirked.

“Exactly.”

With a snort, you turned your focus back to the mirror, fixing your hair and refreshing your lipstick, your heart speeding up at the thought of going back to John.

With one last deep, fortifying breath, you stepped out of the restroom, running straight into John’s strong chest. You stumbled back startled and looked at him, catching a strange, dark expression on his face that terrified you a little, but at the same time sent shivers down your spine.

“You need to come with me.”

His voice was low and deep, almost growly and you were reminded of a predator threatening a prey. You took a step back.

“Excuse me? I’m not going anywhere with you,” you protested, trying to keep your voice leveled as you looked around in panic.

There wasn’t anyone around, but you could hear steps coming closer. John must have heard too because his head turned towards the noise, his eyes narrowed, one hand dropping to his waist, the other grabbing your arm.

You struggled as he pulled you towards the back exit, but his hand felt like a steel cuff around your wrist and no matter how much you dug your heels, John continued to tow you like you weighted nothing.

“HELP!” you shouted, listening to the steps rushing towards you. “SOMEBODY, PLEASE!”

You saw a man turn the corner of the hallway as you and John reached the door. You breathed a sigh of relief, but it caught in your throat when the other man raised a gun at you, and you screamed again.

Faster than you could process it, John spun on his heels, covering you with his body just as you heard the shots echoing in the narrow hallway. You felt him pushing you forward, to the door and this time you went willingly because if a guy took bullets for you, he was definitely on your side.

“Don’t stop, don’t look back. Just come with me if you wanna live,” he said, herding you towards the street, one hand on your lower back, the other on his hip and you could see now that he was armed.

You were both walking fast, not quite running. John was grunting low with each step he took, and you glanced at him with a worried look.

“How are you not dead?”

Instead of answering you, John thumped his own chest with such force, you sucked in a sympathetic breath as a metallic clinking sound reached your ears. You looked back to see several round disks on the sidewalk. You looked back at John with wide eyes.

“Shit! Are those bullets? Oh my God, is this a terminator thing? Am I Sara Connor? I’m not badass enough to be Sara Connor!” You spluttered, panic making you weird and incoherent.

John just ignored you in favor of yanking the passenger door of a slick, muscle car open and all but shoved you inside, taking the driver’s seat before speeding down the street. Good thing it was late enough that there wasn’t much traffic.

“Do you know who wants you dead?” John asked, glancing at you and you let out a burst of hysterical laughter.

“Sure. Let me just check my list of nemeses.” You made a show of patting yourself, before glaring at John. “Oh shoot! Must have left it in my other pants!”

“Enough with the sass!” John hissed and scowled at you.

And maybe he might have seen something in your face, the terror and panic because his expression softened along with his grip on the steering wheel.

“Just think, alright?” His voice was still deep, but a lot less growly. “People don’t just wake up with a contract on their heads. Not regular people anyway.”

“I don’t know, alright?” you replied after thinking for a moment.

You were just an accountant at Wolfram & Hart. The most dangerous thing you’ve ever been involved in was reading spy books and ordering Chinese from the cheap and suspicious restaurant a couple of blocks away from your apartment. And you told John just that.

“Wolfram & Hart as in the investment firm accused of embezzlement last week?” John asked, glancing at you and you nodded.

You were the one that caught the strange proceedings and reported it… oh.

“Shit! My bosses are trying to kill me? When did my life turn into a Tom Clancy novel?”

You looked at him with wide eyes and John took your hand, squeezing slightly.

“You’ll be ok. I promise.”

There was such certainty in his tone and in his intense, brown eyes that you couldn’t dream on doubting him. So, you just nodded, feeling your heart finally slowing down, breathing returning to normal as John pulled up in front of a hotel.

He led you inside and towards the front desk, greeting the concierge with a short nod.

“Mr. Wick,” the concierge greeted with a quick glance your way before his focus turned back to John. “A room for the night?”

John looked at you for a second with a thoughtful frown, before he nodded, and slid a gold coin across the counter.

“That should be enough, but I’ll call in case I need to extend it, Charon.”

The concierge nodded and handed John a keycard. With one last nod towards Charon, John led you first to the elevators, then to a fancy suite on the eighth floor, overlooking Manhattan. If you weren’t so terrified, you’d appreciate the view a lot more.

“What kind of hotel takes gold coins as payment?” You asked as the two of you stepped inside. “What kind of person pays for a room with gold coins?”

“It’s a long story,” John replied. “The only thing that matters is that you’ll be safe here while I take care of this.”

“Why are you helping me?” you asked as the two of you stood in front of one another.

How come you didn’t notice how huge John was? Not only tall but also had broad shoulders and strong arms. His big hands were so big they covered the entire side of your face as he cupped your cheek gently, his palm rough and warm against your skin.

“I don’t know,” he said in a low voice, staring into your eyes, stealing your breath. “Just felt right.”

You were half-expecting him to kiss you and you wanted him to. Instead, John cleared his throat and stepped away from and you immediately felt the loss.

“I have to go now,” he said, glancing at you. “Don’t leave this room until I come back for you.”

There was something in his tone that didn’t leave you any room to question it. So, you just nodded and watched John leave.

As you waited for John, you walked around, exploring every inch of the room until you were bored. You tried to watch TV, but your anxiety didn’t allow you to sit still long enough to enjoy it, intrusive thoughts distracting you all the time.

What if John didn’t come back? What if something bad happened to him? What would she do then? He only paid for the night. It wasn’t like you had any gold coin lying around and you had a pretty good feeling that the hotel wouldn’t take your Visa. What if you went home and they were waiting there to kill you?

With those thoughts swimming through your brain, you were not sure how you managed to fall asleep. But you jumped awake and terrified when John called your name softly. It took you a second to register that yes, it was him. He was alive and well and you’re throwing yourself in his arms without even thinking it through.

“Oh, thank God!”

“It’s alright,” he reassured, hugging you close, petting your hair. “It’s over now. You’re safe.”

For a moment, you just let yourself be held by John, letting all the overwhelming feelings of the night bleed out from you as he comforted you until you finally felt like you could pull back and look at him.

Gone was the intense and focused expression, replaced by a soft look that seemed almost full of wonder and confusion as he watched you and traced the shape of your face with his fingers.

Before you could chicken out of it, you pressed your lips to his and felt him sigh against your mouth before he kissed you back, tongue sliding against yours. You tasted coffee and cigarettes, his beard tickling the skin of your upper lip.

“Come on, let me take you home,” he said as the two of you broke apart and you nodded.

The ride to your apartment was made in comfortable silence. You kept sneaking glances at him, wondering if this was finally the moment you would tell you what the hell happened, who he was and how he took care of your problem.

“Come inside?” you asked once he walked you to your door.

“I shouldn’t.”

You smile fell as John avoided your eyes, taking a few steps away from you.

“John…” you started, but he shook his head, making you trail off.

“It’s for the best,” John sighed and looked up to meet your eyes. “You don’t belong in my world.”

You knew he had a point of course, even if you didn’t understand enough of what had happened, of what he had done for you. But you understood that there was a considerable amount of danger envolved

“Thank you,” you managed, voice breaking as you fought tears. And why were even crying? You barely knew this man. John nodded too, pressed one final kiss to her cheek, before walking away.

You stayed by the door, fingers pressed to the spot on your cheek his lips had just touched until the elevator’s doors finally closed, taking John away from your sight and your life.

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gingerpeachtae · 5 years ago

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Concentric [13]

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Words: 6.9k

Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut (?)

Warnings: none

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: Finally took a break from the angst! This is kinda just a filler chapter but I still hope you all engoy! (also for anyone who missed it I changed Jin’s nickname to ‘Papa’) 💙

You grunted as you and Jimin tossed a body on the ever-growing pile. After wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand, you met Jimin’s brown eyes and nodded to signal you were ready to go find another. You couldn’t help but be ridiculously amazed at you and Jimin right now. There’s definitely nothing quite like hauling a dead person to a bunch of other dead people with your best friend. It was truly an invigorating, one of a kind, bonding experience.

“You know,” Jimin halted his steps and quietly said, “I’m really proud of you.”

You cocked your head to the side; humming questioningly and coming to a stop next to him.

“For coming to a new world, for learning how to fight, for being strong when you’re probably terrified. For a lot of things. Even though I’m scared for you, I’m just… I’m really glad you’re here with me.”

You didn’t say anything, just reached out and gripped his hand briefly as you smiled at him. He returned the grin, eyes squishing closed slightly, before letting go of your hand and walking away. As you watched his back disappear around the corner of a building, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself at how morbid his timing was.

Leave it to Slim Jim to be sentimental while we’re literally stacking dead bodies.

Following your best friend, you went to turn the same corner, but had to quickly dance out of the way of Namjoon and Chungha as they lugged a body of their own to the heap. After skirting around them, you passed Yoongi who was kneeling in front of Mingi as he sped up the healing process for the cut on the guard’s thigh. His hands were hovering right above the wound and you looked away just as a bright, blue light flared up. Letting out a breath, you looked back to Jimin’s apricot head and jogged to catch up with him. He was squatting down beside a dead female and wrapping one hand around the arrow shaft sticking out from her chest. He braced his other hand on her shoulder as he yanked the arrow out and held it toward you silently. You grabbed it and waited as he scavenged the rest of her body for weapons. He pulled out two daggers from the holster at her thigh and pried the sword from her cold, stiff hand. You gathered all of them into your arms and trudged back to Yoongi and Mingi, dumping the weapons into their respective piles near the two Saeni.

You took a peek at Mingi’s thigh, exhaling in relief to see that it only looked like a shallow scrape now. Yoongi stumbled back from the guard and messily sat down with his head between his legs, sucking in air.

After wiping your bloody hands off on your legs, you crouched next to him in concern. “Can I get you anything?”

He shook his head and responded in between his gasping heaves. “No… just… at my… limit.” He gingerly lifted his head to look at you with tired, soft pink eyes. “I’m… running on… fumes.”

Tentatively, you reached out and squeezed his shoulder, telling him to stay seated and take it easy. Then, you rose and went to return to Jimin but was stopped by the leader of the kiela calling your name. You squinted at him through the bright daylight and brought a hand up to shield your eyes as he approached.

With somber yellow eyes, he gently said, “I meant to say this earlier, but… thank you. For saving my life.”

You sent him a tiny smile. “I’m just glad I wasn’t too late.” Behind him, you spotted Chungha brushing hair out of her face as she looked over a dead Saeni, and you hastily dropped your head to look at your shoes. “… Like how I was for Suho. I should’ve been able to do something.”

Namjoon sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Sometimes, there’s nothing we can do, no matter how much we wish otherwise.”

You sniffed once and murmured your understanding, making the Saeni give your shoulder a pat before retreating back to Chungha. Shifting your head to look up at the clear sky, you inhaled and tucked some loose hair behind your ears. The sun warmed your skin and you listened attentively to the quiet, yet loud world around you. The bugs clicked, the trees swayed, and the leaves were ruffled by the wind. Everything seemed to move along normally after the morning’s events, but there was still a hollow emptiness that weighed down on you. It felt sort of like how an overcast, cloudy sky looked. Maybe it was from the lack of conversation among the living Saeni. Maybe it was the forest acknowledging that a great amount of death had occurred, like it was mourning the loss of life. You weren’t sure, but it made the brightness of the day seem substantially duller.

A sudden outcry consisting of your nickname caused you to whip your head toward the grey-haired Saeni sprinting at you. His long legs carried him quickly as his feather earring fluttered in the air. Opening your arms, you braced yourself for impact just before he slammed into you and buried his face into your neck.

“Little scorja, I’m so happy you’re okay! You looked so badass with your bow!”

Laughing, you squeezed him close as you looked past him to see Jin arriving and walking over to Namjoon, Jimin, and Chungha. You pulled back and looked at Tae, checking over him for any injuries. The only one you could see was two parallel scratches on his cheek.

You ran your thumb just below the scratches lightly, your mouth down turning. “What took you so long to get here? I was getting a little worried.”

“Hyung and I checked through the village one last time, just to be sure. Kookie and Hobi hyung are checking the forest.”

You nodded once before planting a soft kiss to his unmarred cheeks and stepping back. Then, you both made your way over to his brothers.

While Tae greeted the others, you gave Jin a smile, “Hey, Papa.”

“Hey, little scorja.” He gave you a nudge with his left arm. “Seems like you held your own pretty well.”

You shrugged and all of you walked over to where Yoongi was still breathing heavily on the ground next to Mingi, who was prodding at his leg in wonder. At your approach, the magic user sluggishly lifted his head to take in his brothers’ states.

He cursed as his pink eyes fixated on Jin’s right side. “Hyung… your arm.”

You swiveled and leaned over to take in Jin’s other side. Your eyes widened as you saw the raven-haired Saeni had a gash on the upper part of his right arm. Something had torn through his sleeve and stained both the fabric and his skin a deep crimson, his flesh ripped open.

Jin only smiled and shook his head at the magic user. “I’m okay, it’s just a flesh wound.”

“But… you’re bleeding.”

“And you’re tired and can barely hold your head up.” The eldest rolled his eyes in an affectionate way. “I’ll be fine. Just keep resting.”

The mint-haired Saeni weakly nodded and brought his head back between his legs while taking a shaky breath. Mingi, on the other hand, released a grunt as he stood and announced he would help move the rest of the bodies. He gave you a pointed look, as if daring you to challenge him this time, but you just shrugged again. You had no issue with him helping now that his leg was better. Once more, you wiped the sweat dotting your forehead and dripping down your face. As you lowered your arm, Tae linked his own arm through yours and Jimin’s; quietly declaring you three would drag the bloody meat sacks as a team. What joy. What fun. Such an exciting thing to do with friends! You groaned as the three of you scuttled over to the nearest corpse as everyone else paired off and went to work as well.

It took around forty more minutes to get through the entire village; collecting weapons and dragging bodies. You also made sure to keep the draikensu separate from the villagers too. Some of the surviving villagers had helped, but a lot of them were in too much shock to do much of anything besides sit or stand around in a dazed state.

You held the back of your hand underneath your nose as you all made your way back to the shack that held Jiae, the parents, and the kids. The putrid stench of death was not being helped by the scorching sun and it was growing more pungent by the second.

Mingi went over to the shack door and slowly opened it, letting those inside know they could come outside. The Saeni began to flood out, the sounds of crying and wailing erupting into the air as they tried to find loved ones and saw the devastation to their homes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jimin rush over to embrace Jiae. Walking to one of the piles of gory arrows, you began picking up a bunch to bring the nearby creek to wash off. You wanted to get away from the screams and smell of decay. You needed to. Even if only for a little while. Tae came up next to you and started collecting his own armful of weapons silently, probably understanding your need to get away for some quiet.

Shifting the arrows in your arms to get a better hold on them, you proceeded to stand up and start making your way to the edge of the village. You hadn’t taken even ten steps before a booming voice startled you so much that you dropped everything with a curse.

You stared limply at the dropped weapons, dreading having to pick them up one by one when the voice yelled out again, this time your name.

Fucking hell, who’s screaming for me?

You looked up from the scattered arrows and saw a fuming, blood covered burgundy-haired Saeni stalking toward you. His jaw was clenched, mouth set in a straight line, and his eyes were bright with anger. His hand was wrapped around the hilt of his ruby dagger, his knuckle bones straining against his skin from the pressure.

The hell is his deal?

You could only gape at Jungkook with furrowed brows as he neared, no clue as to what had him so huffy. When he was close, he reached out with his free hand and grasped your elbow firmly before forcefully tugging you to him. Gasping, you placed a hand on his firm chest to balance yourself as you stumbled into him involuntarily. Taking in his appearance, you noticed he had blood smeared across his forehead and cheek and when you dropped your eyes, you saw he also had splatters of red painting his neck. It was practically coating him. You slowly brought your gaze back up and flinched when you met his infuriated green eyes.

Towering over you, he seethed, “Why did you do that?”

Huh?

“Um, do what?” You blinked in confusion before wincing as his grip tightened.

“Why would you climb on top of that fucking building when I specifically told you to keep yourself hidden?”

“Are you for real right now? Fuck. Ow! That hurts, Coco!”

Tae popped up in your peripherals, a worried pitch creeping into his voice. “Kookie, maybe you should calm down…”

The burgundy head ignored him and stared straight into your eyes. “Answer. Me.”

You tried to yank your arm away, but Jungkook wouldn’t allow it. Instead, he pulled you even closer. His breath now fanned across your face as he glared at you.

“Kook, that’s enough.” Tae tried to wedge himself between you and his brother.

“No, hyung! She could have gotten killed! She was being stupid!”

“Hey-” you started.

“She saved your leader’s life, so I would be a bit more thankful.” You heard someone pipe up.

Jungkook over you and narrowed his eyes at the speaker. “Excuse me?”

Mingi crossed his arms over his chest. “If she hadn’t climbed up that fucking building, Namjoon would be meeting the mother goddess beside Suho right now.”

Jungkook turned his focus back to you slowly but when he saw your face twisting in pain from his grip, he quickly let go of you. The anger in his eyes dissolved and only concern was left as he watched you tenderly rub your arm.

“Shit. Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I ju-”

You pushed him away. “What the fuck, Coco?”

You felt Tae touch your back lightly as Jungkook grew flustered.

“I don’t-I-I’m sorry.”

“Unbelievable,” you muttered while shaking your head.

You took two steps backward, then turned around completely and walked away, scoffing at the male’s actions as you did so. Jungkook must have tried to follow you, though, because you heard Tae sternly tell him to stop.

Stupid, dumb, annoying buttmuncher! I just wanted some quiet… ugh! I can’t deal with him right now. You screamed internally as you stomped away.

“Why does he do that?” Mingi asked when you reached him. “Switch back and forth between being caring and being a dick?”

You rolled your eyes while huffing. “Because he’s an asshat, that’s why.”

A ruckus behind you made you pause, and a low grunt cause you to turn back around. You saw Tae in front of Jungkook, his long, slender hands on brother’s muscular shoulders as he tried to keep him back. The youngest member of the kiela was having none of it, though. Your jaw dropped as Jungkook looked at you past his brother before balling his fists and pushing forward, inevitably forcing Tae backwards. The grey-haired Saeni dug his heels into the earth, but it was futile. The sheer power of a determined Jungkook made Taehyung lose ground immediately. The burgundy-haired male was breathing heavily as he pressed on and made his way toward you, but he still managed to keep his eyes locked on yours.

He kept going, moving like train, until Tae’s butt bumped into you. The archer collapsed to the side, his chest heaving from exertion.

“Sorry, little scorja. I tried,” he cried dramatically.

You snorted at his antics, then looked to Jungkook as if to ask “what do you want now?” A second later, though, you felt Mingi step closer to you protectively and you turned your head to the guard in surprise. You were honestly a bit touched at the gesture. The two of you had barely spoken before today, but after fighting together he seemed to now consider you a friend. But even though you were touched, you didn’t need him to deal with the asshat for you.

Looking back at Jungkook, you saw him glaring daggers at the guard. You gave Mingi a gentle nudge and told him it was okay, but the male didn’t budge. Jungkook’s eyes lowered to focus on where you had touched Mingi and you saw him poke his tongue into his cheek. Rolling your eyes, you stepped around the tall guard and over a still pouting Tae, so you were directly in front of the headache-inducing Saeni. You heard Mingi sigh before heaving a whining Tae to his feet and leading them both away to give you and Jungkook some privacy.

Raising an eyebrow, you tapped your foot on the ground as you waited for Jungkook to say something. The male coughed and looked at the ground before mumbling to himself, as if giving his own pep talk.

The Saeni then lifted his head to look at you with eyes filled to the brim with regret. “I-I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that.”

“No. You shouldn’t have,” you replied bluntly, devoid of any warm emotion.

He recoiled slightly at your tone and his brows drew close as he tried to decide what to say next. He inhaled and looked somewhere past you as a sudden breeze rustled his hair. As it settled down, you noticed that the sunlight made his burgundy hair seem like it had dark pink highlights. You almost smiled at the revelation but stopped yourself. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, smile at him right now. Not until he explained himself at least.

Without returning his gaze to you, he nodded randomly before slowly and shyly saying, “Yoongi hyung said we fight a lot because, um, I don’t tell you the reason behind my actions…”

You waited, foot still tapping.

“… so, um… the, uh, reason why I yelled at you just now was because…” He took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment before shutting his eyes and continuing. “… it was because when I saw you up there, I got… scared. Really scared.”

He was what now?

“I kept thinking I would glance back and see you crumpled against the roof dying and that terrified me. I don’t know why… by I just kept thinking about that and it almost made me lose my damn mind.” He chuckled self-deprecatingly, opening his eyes again but still not looking at you. “Hobi hyung kept having to yell at me to focus, but I could only think of how you could be in danger and I was too far away help.”

Your eyes widened in shock as you listened to him.

“And then everything was over, and I got… I got mad. That you would put yourself in a vulnerable position like that. I was so upset thinking of how you could have gotten hurt or… or worse that I just blew up. And I’m really, really sorry.”

He finally returned his eyes to you and instantly began blushing at your bamboozled expression. He rubbed the back of his neck as his face burned and you continued gaping at him. You opened and closed your mouth several times, at a complete loss for words.

As you stayed silent, his breaths begun coming faster and faster until he frantically said, “Um, yeahsothat’swhyIwentoffpleasedon’tbepissedatmeIknowIdon’tdeserveitbutitwon’thappen-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” You gently cut him off as you held your hands up peacefully. “Calm down, and just give me a sec.”

Okay, so he was worried about me, and that worry turned into anger and that’s why he was so aggressive… It doesn’t excuse his actions, but at least he apologized and explained why he acted like that…

You noticed he was once again avoiding your gaze as he flexed his fingers and almost went to grab his dagger again, but he just fisted his hand instead.

You felt your heart ache slightly at how lost he looked, and you sighed. “Alright, only because you explained it to me, I understand and forgive you.”

“R-really?” His eyes darted to you and you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the hope glittering in his green eyes.

“Yes, Coco. Really. Just don’t let it happen again.” You started to laugh at the way his face brightened but it morphed into a squeak as he swept you up in his arms with a big grin.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, sweetheart! It won’t ever happen again! Promise!”

He spun you around once then set you back on your feet but kept his arms tight around you. He leaned his face in close and your breath hitched as his lips barely grazed your cheek, but then he suddenly pulled back. You stared at each other and you felt heat rushing to your face as you darted your tongue out to wet your lips. He abruptly jerked away, then, after blinking rapidly, he whispered one more thank you before running past you while yelling for Yoongi.

What the…?

You had left the village not long after you and Jungkook talked, leaving the villagers to finish cleaning up after the battle. As horrible as that sounded, the longer you all stuck around, the more likely another group of draikensu would show up and attack. None of you wanted to put the village through more hell. They didn’t ask for any of this. So, after Namjoon spoke with some of the villagers and you, Tae, and Jimin restocked your quivers with cleaned arrows while Hobi found all his used blades, you all gathered your belongings and quickly left.

You walked all day, trying to put as much distance between you and the village as possible. By the time Namjoon called it for the day, you were completely wiped out. Your legs and arms felt like gelatin and your mind was hazy from exhaustion and stress.

Once night fell, you sat on the cool ground between Tae and Jungkook as you ate the stew Jin made for dinner. Before eating, though, the kiela, as well as Mingi and Chungha had made an offering to Exia to thank the goddess for her favor in battle. Each Saeni poured part of the stew from their cups into the fire while murmuring a prayer to the war goddess. After everyone had gone, you had hesitantly voiced your desire to thank her as well, but you weren’t sure if it was appropriate since you weren’t a BTS Saeni… or a Saeni at all. Nobody objected your wish though, so you shyly approached the warm bonfire while clutching your steaming cup with both hands. Whispering a thanks for watching over you and for giving you courage, you slowly tipped your cup until some of the stew dribbled out and fell into the fire. Returning to your seat, you found both Tae and Jungkook smiling softly at you.

Then, Namjoon had raised his cup up and called out in a clear voice, “To Suho, who lived and fought bravely and is now resting with the mother goddess!”

The rest of you copied Namjoon and raised your cups in honor of the fallen Saeni.

“To Suho!”

The rest of the meal proceeded normally after that. Bickering with Jungkook, laughing with Tae, grinning at Jimin, and waggling your brows at Hobi while he fondly watched Yoongi sleep. It was oddly normal, considering the day you just had. But you figured it was best this way.

Once you drained the last bit of stew down your throat, your eyes fluttered with drowsiness. You were just about to go grab your blanket and sleeping mat when Jiae came over and asked if you wanted to go on a walk with her and Jimin. A decline was on the verge of leaving your mouth, but she begged you to come with her light blue eyes opened wide.

“Ugh. Fiiiine,” you groaned out.

Standing up, you pinched your arm in hopes the slight pain would wake you up. It did, but only a wee bit. Sighing, you steeled your mind to stay awake for just a little longer. You walked alongside Jiae toward your apricot-haired best friend, passing Mingi on the way. Though, when the male noticed you two up and about, he sat up straight and demanded to know what you were doing.

Jiae laughed nervously as she smoothed down her lilac hair. “Oh, um… just going on a walk with Chim and Y/N.”

Mingi shook his head firmly. “No, absolutely not.”

“A walk!? I want to come!” A grey head suddenly popped up next to you.

“Yes!” Jiae grinned. “See, we’ll be fine if Tae is with us.”

Mingi still wasn’t convinced.

Tae frowned briefly, but then perked up. “Kookie! Come on a walk with us!”

The green-eyed male yawned and shook his head.

Both Tae and Jiae seemed to deflate as they began to whine, which caused Mingi to throw his hands in the air. “Oh my goddess, okay, fine. I’ll come with so you can go on your damn walk.”

His decision immediately flipped the mood of the two pouting Saeni. Their excited, giddy cheers ricocheted off the trees, and Mingi just sighed in defeat which made you giggle. You offered a hand to help pull the male to his feet, which he accepted with a grateful smile. The five of you clustered together and were about to be on your merry way when Jungkook appeared in your peripherals.

“Um, actually I should probably digest a bit before sleeping and walking is good for that so…”

Rolling your eyes, you tugged him into the group beside you and began talking to Jimin about why the soundtrack from Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron slaps harder than Frozen’s. With your attention focused on the apricot head, you missed the way Jungkook sent a glare to Mingi, who just closed his eyes and brought a hand up to rub his temples as you all began to walk into the dark.

Approximately thirteen minutes into your stroll, the lot of you reached a high outlook that provided a spectacular view of the sleeping forest that stretched on endlessly all around you. You all quieted down as you absorbed the beautiful, moonlit landscape. With one corner of his mouth upturned, Jimin walked to the edge of the outlook and sat down, letting his legs sway in the open air. One by one, the rest of you joined him. Though as you made your way over, you accidentally kicked and tripped over a large lump of dirt you hadn’t seen because of the low light. Cursing, you stumbled a few feet as the Saeni chuckled at your misfortune.

“Hey! Don’t laugh! This is not your average, everyday darkness, you know…”

Jimin sent you a warning look, telling you not to even think of finishing your statement, but you just sent him an innocent smile.

“This is advanced darkness.”

Jimin groaned and dropped his head into your hands as you plopped down with a smug expression.

“What does that even mean?” You heard Tae whisper.

Jimin patted him on the back, telling him not to worry about it as it was just another one of your dumb Earth references.

You jaw dropped as you listened to your best friend insult your childhood.

Right in front of my fucking salad.

“You better not disrespect SpongeBob SquarePants again Slim Jim or else bad things happen. And if you don’t believe me just ask Coco. He has experienced my wrath.”

Just as Jungkook winced at the memory and Jimin went to say something else, Mingi suddenly yelled out in pain and scrambled to his feet. Clutching at his hand, he panted that something just bit him. You all looked at him weird, telling him that it was probably just a mosquito or something. He tried to argue, but you all waved him off. You were about to threaten your best friend once more for disregarding your precious references when both he and Jiae screamed and shot off the ground.

Seconds later, you felt a hot, searing pain on your wrist and you gasped harshly whipping your head down to look at your burning skin.

Crawling all over your hand, wrist, and up your arm were bright red insects that had a blue pattern on the back of their exoskeletons. Shrieking, you began aggressively swiping at them as you got to your feet. As you panicked to get the creepy crawlies off you, you heard Mingi shouting how he told you so as Jungkook and Tae cursed loudly when they were bit too.

Once you thought you swatted all of them off you, you looked at the ground to see hundreds of them, all pouring out of a nearby hole in the ground. The fucking dirt clump you had run into to be precise. Some of the red devils were starting to crawl onto your shoes and up your legs. You yelped as you felt one, two, three more of those fuckers bite you.

HELL FUCKING NO.

You booked it out of there, frantically hitting random parts of your body to try to get rid of the insects on you. You heard the others shout your name before screaming and running after you. You just ran, ran, ran. You didn’t even care if the others were following you or not, you just needed out. Once you deemed you were a safe distance away, you slowed to a stop as you sucked air into your lungs and checked your body. The others stopped with you and did the same, everyone whining about the stinging pain emitting form the bite marks.

“Fuck. Where those what I think they were?” Mingi gasped out as he inspected his hand.

“Yep.” Jungkook confirmed, causing Mingi to groan and curse.

Um. What?

“I’m sorry, but what were they?” You asked to no Saeni in particular.

Jungkook turned to you with an interesting glint in his eyes. “Hurt like a bitch when you got bit, right?”

You silently nodded.

“Welp, that’s because it was a lillaf, which is a nasty bastard that releases a toxin into your bloodstream tha-”

“Wait, what the hell!? Are we gonna die!?”

Death registration? It is I… yet again.

Jungkook rolled his peridot eyes. “For Exia’s sake, no. We’re not going to die. It’s not a fatal toxin, it’s actually more like a drug so in about two mi-”

Jiae giggled loudly without warning and fell into Jimin, clutching at him as if she couldn’t hold herself up.

“Or now, I guess? Anyway, we’re about to get loopy as fuck.” Jungkook chuckled and shot you a smirk as you felt yourself beginning to get lightheaded.

All of you were sprawled on the ground in various positions. You and Tae were on your backs next to each other, giggling at absolutely nothing. Jungkook was curled on his side as he muttered to himself and occasionally looked at you with wide green eyes. Every time he did so, you let out a chortle at how big his pupils were… he looked high as a kite! Off to the side, your best friend was laying on his stomach, head buried in his arms, and Jiae was lounging over his back so they formed a plus sign. The final member of your walking party had his back against a tree with his legs spread in front of him as he continuously blinked and expanded his eyes.

You slowly inhaled as the trees above you began to sway and spin.

Am I on a carousel? You opened your mouth in wonderous amusement.

It was fun… but also made you feel like your whole body was moving… which sort of made you feel a little sick.

It felt like it took forever, but you flopped your head to the side and looked at Tae’s handsome profile. Well, you tried to. Your eyesight was fuzzy as heck, so you couldn’t see him very clearly. You didn’t know why it was like that… but you didn’t really care. You laughed airily at the blurry male; he was doing his signature boxy smile while reaching his hands up toward the night sky and wiggling his fingers. It looked like he was trying to grab the stars.

“Mmmmmmm. You’re so cute TaeTae!” You cooed while looked at his adorable face.

“Hey…” Jungkook unfurled his body and crawled over to you with a pout.

You felt the world tilt around you as you tried to put him in the center of your vision. Giggling at the disoriented world, you gasped when he poked one of your thighs before laying his head down on your lap.

Gazing up at you with large, dilated eyes, he whined, “I’m cute too, right?”

Pursing your lips, you thought hard as his pout grew and overtook his entire face. After a few seconds or minutes, you couldn’t really tell, you had your answer.

“Sometimes.” You blinked numerous times as you heavily dropped your hand down to his head to run your fingers through his hair.

So soft.

He hummed in content as you continued sifting through his hair, but all of the sudden, he frowned. “Why only sometimes?”

You gazed back up at the swirling treetops high above you.

“Because other times you’re the opposite of cute.” The spinning started becoming overwhelming, so you closed your eyes, but you swear it still felt like you were moving.

“You… you mean I’m ugly?” You cracked your eyes open once more and squinted past your chest to see Jungkook’s deepening frown.

“Noooo!” You paused momentarily before slyly grinning and giving his hair a sharp tug, making him release a guttural moan. “You’re like that.”

The male nuzzled further into your thighs, smiling in satisfaction. “Ohhhhh. Okay.”

You closed your eyes again as you continued to pet Jungkook’s head, enjoying the feeling of the soft strands against your fingers.

You heard Jimin’s light laugh and you peeked over to see him squirming beneath the lilac-haired female sprawled out on top of him. “Do you guys feel like super happy too?” His eyes squished closed as he finished his question.

Jiae reached around Jimin’s neck to smoosh his cheeks. “I always feel happy around you, silly!”

Tae abruptly sat up with a loud gasp. “Didn’t we get-”

“Does anyone have snacks?” Mingi’s deep voice inquired softly, yet hopefully.

The light in his hazel eyes dimmed when you all mumbled back different forms of “no.”

From below your waist, Jungkook suddenly asked, “Sweetheart? Why haven’t you gotten your blessing yet?”

“Good question Kookie! I’ve been wondering that toooooo…” Tae giggled into his hands.

“My what?” You lolled your head to the side to look at the Saeni in confusion as your best friend burst out laughing.

“He means your…” Jimin paused to hiccup. “Your period.”

“Do you not get blessings?” Jiae’s tinkling voice floated over and she pushed herself off the apricot-haired boy.

You lifted your head to look at everyone and they were looking at you with intrigue. Even Mingi! Well, everyone except for Jimin, who just looked flat out amused as he rolled his body over like a sausage on a grill and sat up.

You dropped your head back down with a thud, wondering how the fuck the conversation got turned onto your period of all things. Oh right…

It was Jungkook.

You removed your hand from his burgundy locks as punishment and tried to glare at him, but it proved to be a tad difficult since your eyes wouldn’t focus on his face.

Wait… who the fuck decided to call it a blessing? Periods freaking suck man. Hold on… what are periods? Oh, yeah! The things at the end of sentencesssssss. But why are we talking about those?

Jungkook reached up and placed you hand back on his head with a pleased grunt before elaborating. “It’s almost been a full cycle since we left Earth, but you haven’t smelled like you’ve been blessed yet…”

“My very presence is a damn blessing, so I don’t kno-wait… smell me?”

Jungkook moved his head up and down as he tapped his nose. “Mhmm! A blessed female always has a strong, intoxicating scent.”

That’s… ew. You shuddered at the thought.

Slowly raising your head once more, you looked at the burgundy-haired male laying on you before shifting your gaze to your best friend. You gaped at the apricot head with your mouth slightly open and eyes bugging out to slightly ask him if that was true. The half-Saeni just clapped his hands together lightly and raised a brow at you, clearly enjoying your confused, yet horrified expression.

Unable to hold your head up anymore, you let it plop back down onto the cool ground.

Has my head always been this heavy? Maybe it’s because I have a big, smart, heavy brain?

You tilted your head against the ground so you could still somewhat see the others, who were waiting for your answer.

You stilled your fingers coursing through Jungkook’s soft hair. “I just, uh, I’m on something called birth control and it stops me from having my period, er, from being… blessed?’

Jiae instantly straightened and shrieked in a jealous tone, “What!?”

“That’s unnatural.” Jungkook frowned.

Mingi rolled his head, but you think he was nodding in agreement.

“Oh please, it’s not like we can say anything, Kookie. Not because of…” Tae then lowered his voice to a whisper. “You know… what hyung gives us.”

Jiae asked what he meant as Jimin pulled her onto his lap and hugged her from behind. You were honestly curious too.

Tae began blushing and curled up into a ball to hide his face while Jungkook was trying to get you to resume your pets, so it fell to Jimin to explain. “Yoongi hyung makes this magic potion thingy for us every year that allows us to have sex without worrying about impregnating the girl.”

So, male birth control…

That meant they didn’t have to wrap it to tap it, huh?

No wonder you never stumbled upon condoms laying around Jimin’s house or seen one stashed in his wallet. It must be real fucking nice not having to worry about getting your partner knocked up and just being able to go at it with no reservations.

You gasped lightly as your mind was abruptly overtaken with thoughts of Jungkook fucking raw. Fucking you completely raw, to be exact. The way he would groan and growl as his muscles flexed. The way his skin would feel against yours. You inhaled sharply when you felt yourself clench around nothing as a wave of arousal crashed over you. Without meaning to, your hand tightened in Jungkook’s locks, causing him to let out a low groan that sent a flash of heat straight to your core.

As you struggled to get yourself and your dirty mind under control, Jungkook nostrils suddenly flared and he began breathing deeply. Burying his face into your thighs, he released a shaky breath before lifting his now dark orbs to meet your hazy ones.

“Fuuuuuck, sweetheart, why do you-”

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” An exasperated voice cut through the trees.

All of you looked over in the direction the fed-up voice came from with fuzzy eyes and floppy limbs.

“Hewwo?” You asked softly, dirty thoughts forgotten.

Namjoon and Jin came into view, not looking very pleased. But why? Everyone else was so happy right now, so why would they be like that? What did you do to upset them? You didn’t like the thought of them being mad at you. You wanted everyone to be in a good mood, but they weren’t. Namjoon crossed his arms, yellow eyes flashing with both relief and annoyance while Jin sighed deeply and placed his hands on his hips. They really didn’t look happy and you felt your eyes begin to sting and water.

Tae pushed himself to his knees as he excitedly shouted, “Hyungs! You’re here! We’ve been having so much fun!”

“We’ve been looking for you for hours and that’s what you have to say for yourselves? That you’re out here having fun while the rest of us are worried out of our damn minds?” The leader of the kiela didn’t raise his voice, but his tone clearly emphasized his disappointment.

Your bubbly mood immediately crashed, burned, and turned to ash and you released a tiny whimper in return. Jungkook flinched at the sound and began rubbing your thigh soothingly while asking what was wrong. You just shook your head stubbornly as your eyes teared up even more. In the background, you could hear Namjoon and Jin start to scold everyone, but it wasn’t extremely effective as the others were still giggly as ever.

“Illai give me strength.” Jin took a breath to collect himself before turning to you and Jungkook. “And you two! You’re not even listening to us!”

His reprimanding words made you suck in air sharply as a single tear fell down your cheek. Seeing the lone drop trailing down your face, Jungkook cursed and pushed himself up into a sitting position before pulling you against him in a gentle manner. He wiped the tear away softly and cradled you in his arms then glared at his brother while you wilted and breathed heavily.

The raven-haired Saeni looked at you in concern. ‘What’s wrong with her?”

“You’re making her upset, hyung!”

“But I-”

“Why’s my little scorja crying!?” Tae noticed your glum exposition and began crawling over to you on all fours.

The youngest Saeni’s glare was transferred to the grey-haired male as he not so elegantly wobbled over on his hands and knees.

When Tae was by your side, Jungkook hissed. “She’s. Not. Yours.”

Tae just rolled his sharp blue eyes and tried to reach a hand out to you, but Jungkook wrapped his arms tighter around you and even tilted you away from the other Saeni. Your spinning eyes met Tae’s and you weakly smiled but didn’t try to leave Jungkook’s grasp. You felt safe. He felt safe.

Jin could do nothing but watch the interaction in absolute confusion.

Giving up on the others, Namjoon trudged over to Jin as he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What is Illai’s name is going on?” Namjoon whispered to his elder brother.

Jin went to reply but fell silent as Mingi shuffled over to the duo on wavering feet, having to brace himself against the trees and laughing along the way. “There were… the little buggies earlier. Th-”

Jiae snorted and fell back into Jimin while pointing at the guard. “He said boogies!”

“Buggies? Do you mean just bugs?” Namjoon inquired in a delicate voice.

Mingi rapidly nodded, then slumped back to the ground and resting his hands under his head.

Dragging a hand down his face, Namjoon sighed as he took in everyone’s delirious states. “I think I know what this is…”

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