#Not sure how some bones can break never broke any in my life

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ my life with you (that’s way over now)

synopsis. some people get drunk calls from their exes, maybe even flowers with hand written apologies. you get a knock on your front door with two random kids and a murder case

length. 3.0k words (once more it was supposed to be short)

contents. exes to lovers, ex boyfriend! suguru, gn! reader, slightly deviated from canon (he doesn’t kill the entire village + doesn’t defect), slightly a fix-it fic, blood, murder, child abuse + neglect (canon events with suguru and the twins), angst to slight fluff with hopeful ending (pretty much happy tbh), mentions of family + kids, suguru pretty much being a broke and depressed lil guy lollll

notes. idk what this is but it was written for me i just wanted to write it so here. take it and look away

right before you graduate, you and suguru break up. you don’t want to, but he insists it’s only fair—he can hardly be there for you the way you need him to be, he says. something’s changed in him, it has since that day last year. but still—you don’t want to break up.

so you argue, he stays firm, you cry, he doesn’t change his mind, you break up, he leaves, and the world momentarily collapses.

it’s the way things work, you suppose. they don’t quite always go the way you planned. you graduate not long after that, leaving him behind to throw yourself into work while you toe into the baby steps of adulthood. real adulthood—the jujutsu world has a way of thrusting you into that faster than normal, anyway.

by the time it’s late summer, you get your first apartment. it’s a rundown place—the bathroom tiles look dirty no matter how much you scrub, the walls haven’t been repainted in what seems like decades, and the thermostat never works properly to feel like what the temperature indicates.

but it’s yours—you leave jujutsu high fresh into the real world, paying your taxes and buying your groceries all while you exorcise curses for a living. barely an adult, barely getting by, barely alive as you get up each day and live.

and then suguru comes knocking on your door half past midnight.

“hey,” he says nonchalantly, like there’s nothing wrong with standing there—but you know him better than that. you can hear that detachment in his voice as he stares between your eyes, but not quite in them.

“you—” you start, staring at him incredulously before you decide to give up. there are no surprises with suguru, not anymore you suppose. you don’t really know him anymore. “suguru, it’s midnight,” you sigh—and that’s when you see them: two small children that can’t be much older than five.

bruises are clear as day on their arms, even while standing in the darkness outside. there’s also the slight swollen curve of their eyes, and you can’t help but notice how they’re practically skin and bone. children who have probably not yet even lived for five winters, and you almost wonder if they’ve been through more than you have in you’re entire lifetime.

suguru clears his throat before you can stare at them any longer.

“this is nanako,” he gestures at the blonde, “and this is mimiko.” the brunette one seems more shy, curls behind his leg further as her name is uttered.

you don’t know what to say, so you settle for smiling—you’re not sure if it comes out too genuine, but you try. it’s all you can offer, really.

“hello,” you hum for a moment. and then you turn back to suguru, “it’s midnight.”

“i know.”

“you should be at school grounds.”

“i know.”

“suguru,” you sigh, eyeing the blood stained on his cheek. you don’t like where this is heading. there’s a sick feeling twisting in your gut, bubbling, bubbling, bubbling.

bile. you can taste it. something’s not right.

“where did you find these kids?”

“on a mission,” he says simply, “village heads were keepin’ em locked in a cage like animals. can you believe it?”

again, that casual tone. it almost as easy as humming your favorite tune, as smooth as your skin on freshly washed sheets, as quiet as the first day of snow when the world is still. but something about it is hollow—something’s not right.

“why’d you bring them here? instead of school? shoko should look at them—”

“i told them they’d be safe here.”

they’d be safe anywhere, you think. as long as suguru’s there too. as long they’re under his watchful gaze, nothing could hope to beat down on their youth like it already has their whole lives. but you don’t say that—something tells you he won’t believe you.

maybe not right now.

you don’t look at him. you can’t. something’s not right, but there are children present. so you throw on your best smile and open the door wider, offering them to come in.

your apartment is small, just one bedroom and one bath. there’s hardly enough food for yourself for tonight, you still have to go grocery shopping this week. the missions were lined up back to back to back—but that’s just life as a sorcerer, you suppose. most days you hardly have the energy to eat more than a few apple slices when you return home anyway.

you wave your hand at your place dramatically as you say, “come on in, ladies. your humble abode awaits.”

they giggle slightly at that—it’s the first time suguru hears them laugh. you have that effect, he knew you would. it’s why he brings them here and not there. and…well, there’s a more complicated issue at hand. but that’s for later.

right now…well, for right now, he lets you guide them to the bathroom.

“you have money on you right?” you ask. he blinks, staring at you for a moment before slowly shaking his head.

“spent the last of it on cigarettes this morning.”

great, you think, before sighing and trudging over to grab your wallet as you press a few crisp bills of cash in his hands.

“here.”

“what’s this for?” he raises a brow.

“go buy them clothes,” you look at him like he’s stupid. he might be, in all honesty. just a little. “i’m not putting them back in…those once they’re all cleaned.”

“wha—i’ve never shopped for children before,” he gapes, “and i don’t know what size they are, or—”

“figure it out, suguru,” you say tiredly. it’s half past midnight—by now, you’d be passed out from your mission. he seems to take the hint. “and bring some snacks too. should be enough.”

“fine,” he grumbles—and then he’s walking out the door.

for a second, it feels familiar watching him leave. but then you decide not to dwell on it—there are much more important matters at hand.

you turn to the two girls before crouching in front of them with a gentle smile, “who’s ready for bubbles?”

——————

nanako and mimiko have never had a bubble bath before. you decide to let them taste the first tendrils of youth by splashing in your tiny bathtub while you find suguru for some much needed answers.

he sits on your couch, shirt wrinkled and hair falling loose and blood still staining his cheek as he hunches over his legs, elbows resting on his thighs as he thinks. and thinks. and thinks and thinks and thinks.

you wonder about what—what could be plaguing his mind? a lot you’re sure, but this isn’t suguru. not the one you know, at least.

the one you knew, the voice in your mind hisses—do you really even know him at all anymore?

“so,” you sit on the opposite side of the sofa, curling your legs under yourself as you eye him from the side, “care to explain?”

“i killed them,” he mutters. you go still. “the village heads. i did it without hesitating. that’s bad, right?”

“well fuck, suguru,” you breathe, restless, “that’s certainly not good.”

“i had a reason,” he argues, “all i needed was one.”

“there’s nothing that excuses murder—”

“oh, but we can excuse locking kids in cages, is that right? why? cause they’re sorcerers? they’re not—they’re children.”

“i didn’t say that,” you rub your forehead. this is all too much. too, too much.

being a sorcerer is too much. being in front of suguru is too much.

you finish your third year with a broken heart and graduate in spring—at one point you’d hoped graduating wouldn’t change anything between you and your friends, between you and the boy you loved. everything would be the same, even if you’d leave the place that held you all together—you’d still find a way back to each other, you liked to think. but then it all changes before you can even comprehend.

haibara is dead. nanami is hardly coping. gojo is everywhere but here. shoko is in high demand. suguru is hardly present even when he’s right in front of you. nothing is the same and you don’t think it ever will be. you lose the one thing you count on being yours forever, and now, he’s right here again. but not really here—not with you so much as near you.

suguru has killed people, sitting on your couch with you while the two children he finds are bathing happily in your bathtub.

there’s some irony in that—maybe in a perfect world, suguru and you would sit on the couch, much happier than right now, though. maybe you’d be tucked under his arm and curled into his side as you both chuckle at the happy squeals in the distance. maybe in a perfect world.

but this world is cruel. too cruel, in fact. it forces children to grow up too fast during some times and lets adults continue to be children during others. it’s sickening and all too much.

but this is the world you live in. there’s not much to change in that—not much you can change. maybe sitting on the couch with suguru is what you should be grateful for, whether it’s in this world or another.

“i came here because it’s safe,” he mumbles, quieter this time, “i don’t…i didn’t trust anywhere else.”

something tells you he’s not talking about the kids. you look at him for the first time that night—really look at him. you take in the lost weight, the sunken cheekbones and the bruised under eyes from the lack of sleep. the cracked lips from being chapped and the dry hair that’s lost its normal shine.

something’s not right—you won’t be able to mend it, but you think you can keep it from getting worse.

“it is safe here,” you murmur, nodding in assurance, “but you can’t…i can’t let you do that. not again.”

“what? kill people?” he snorts in dry amusement. it’s quiet for a bit—you open your mouth a few times like you want to say something, but nothing ever comes. he finally decides to fill the silence. “i don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong anymore. people shouldn’t kill. but some people shouldn’t live.”

“i think jujutsu is supposed to save people. not everyone will deserve it, but i suppose we wouldn’t be much better than them if we used it for anything other than that,” you whisper. he looks over at you at that, peers at you deep in thought as he contemplates your words.

“that’s funny,” he chuckles, “i used to think that too.”

“what changed?”

“everything.”

“then change it some more,” you shrug, “until you think it again.” he looks at you incredulously at that, eyeing you like you’re crazy.

“you’re an idiot,” he scoffs.

“says the killer,” you scoff back. you look at him this time, in the eyes and full of conviction, full of promises you couldn’t make before but fully intend to keep now. “don’t kill anyone else and i’ll help you. with those kids, i mean.”

“you want to co parent with me?” he chuckles.

co parent—the word makes your stomach twist. even after all this time, after all the hurt and pain, suguru is easy to imagine that with. he’s easy to imagine anything in the future with, really. he’s always been perfect like that, but you’re starting to realize there’s a lot more imperfections to him than you initially thought.

but it’s okay, you think. if you didn’t stop loving him before, you certainly don’t stop now. blood on his hands or not, he’s yours—even if he doesn’t want to be.

“don’t say it like that,” you murmur softly, hugging your arms around yourself, “please.”

you let yourself be vulnerable for just a moment—not because you want to, but because he needs to know. he needs to know how unfair he’s being and how patient you are with him despite it all. you deserve that much.

“sorry,” he mutters—he has the decency to look away and drop his smile.

“you don’t kill anyone, and i’ll look for a bigger place. deal?”

“for us…all?”

“yes. just until you figure it out, i’ll help you out with them. and then you’ll responsibly use your paycheck as a full time special grade sorcerer and maybe send a few checks my way to say thanks to my good will.”

he chuckles at that, shaking his head. “i’ll repay you,” he hums, tapping his foot. he does that when he’s nervous, you still remember—you could never forget anything about him. “i…i owe you, anyway.”

it’s quiet some more. you don’t know what to say, and quite frankly, you don’t want to say anything at all. but once more, he fills the silence for you after a while.

“what if…” he starts, “what if i want to co parent with you?”

“you dumped me,” you point out, unable to hide the bitterness any longer. it cracks from your tongue through your words like honey that went dry. “remember that? cause i sure remember.”

you’re an adult now, just barely, but an adult all the same. you should handle this the mature way—but you’re still young. still hurt. still blanketed in the fresh wave of nostalgia that leaves you aching with grief.

so you let yourself be bitter. suguru can handle that much after he left you to pick up your shattered pieces.

“i didn’t want to,” he says quietly. “i never wanted to.”

“but you did.”

“i didn’t…you didn’t deserve to see me unstable.”

“you’re not very stable right now either,” you pinch your nose tiredly, “you killed people, suguru. but somehow you can manage to have two kids now. but not me.”

“they need me,” he defends.

“i needed you too,” your voice cracks.

you did. you needed him—and you like to think he needed you too. maybe it wasn’t perfect, nothing ever is, especially not when you fight curses and see their ugliness every day. but that’s the best part of having each other—having something pretty amidst the hideousness.

he left you with more ugly than you knew what to do with. it’s unfair, you think for a moment, unfair that two girls who hardly know him at all have more of him than you ever did. he’d never abandon them—that much you know for sure.

you’ve laughed with him, held him and wiped his tears and kissed him under the moon until it became the sun. you’ve seen him with his hair down and his guard lowered. you’ve seen him in every way possible but in the end, he walked away.

they’ve seen him for less than a day and somehow, he’ll be there forever. there’s something unfair about that and you hate that you’re bitter with children but the world in cruel like that.

suguru slowly inches over—it’s cautious at first, and then he fills the gap all at once. you pretend you don’t feel the way your thighs touch.

“i need you too,” he admits, voice small. there’s a small, shaky crack that eats away at your heart, trying to gnaw into the raw part. the easy to reach part. the part you shouldn’t let him see anymore. “i…i always needed you. i’m sorry.”

“we were supposed to need each other,” you sniffle.

“we do,” he slowly slumps his head onto your shoulder. you let him stay there—don’t dare move a muscle in case he pulls away. “you’re the only thing that keeps me stable. i don’t think that’s fair.”

“needing someone isn’t unfair, suguru,” you scoff.

“okay,” he grabs your hand, squeezing. for the first time, he lets it all go. lets tears slowly slip from the corners of his eyes as he slumps into your side. he cries for riko. for kuroi. for satoru and the time he lost him for a moment. for their youth. for haibara. for not being enough even when he shouldn’t have had to be. somewhere amidst all that, your arms wrap around him and he’s pulled into your chest—that familiar feeling of your fingers threading into his hair makes the world start spinning again. “i need you,” he chokes.

“okay,” you say shakily, nodding slowly as you let yourself hope, “as long as you don’t stop this time.”

he buries his face into your chest, and you kiss the crown of his head.

cruelty is an unstoppable force. your love for suguru is an immovable object. neither is going anywhere, but perhaps they can coexist.

“satoru’s gonna have a massive headache when he explains this one to the higher ups,” you snort after a while.

he laughs into your shirt, real for the first time in a long time. “i’ll buy him something sweet. should make up for it,” he hums. and then he looks up, smiles innocently as he asks, “wanna lend me some cash? i’ll pay you back when i’m a responsible handler of money.”

“you’re hopeless,” you chuckle, “but at least you’re here.”

————— BONUS —————

“okay,” satoru starts, holding his hands up in surrender as he stands before the higher ups. damn old geezers, he thinks. “so he did kill a person or two…but—”

“there is no excuse,” a voice hisses.

“he didn’t mean it,” he huffs indignantly, “it was an accident. those can happen sometimes.”

“what—”

“he’s going through a phase, okay? let him work through it, he’ll be fine.”

“that’s not—”

“i’ll let him off the hook this time,” satoru grins, pushing his glasses up his nose as he shrugs, “he’s got a family now, y’know? kids and a spouse, and they’re looking for a home. can’t take that away from them.”

“he’s not even married—”

“it’ll happen eventually,” he insists, “so let’s all just calm down, yeah? great, thanks!”

“gojo—”

“see ya!”

he walks out, flashing an obnoxious peace sign at the higher ups as they hiss at him to return as he’s walking out. that takes care of that, he thinks, as long as suguru doesn’t make his life harder and kill more people, he can handle it—you did promise him kikufuku if he does.

satoru is babygirl defender no. 1 ain’t nobody doing it like my guy 🤞🏽 he would be loyal to you while you were in jail no doubts

[spiderboykingoftheives]

“Risk”

Summary: Peter broke up with you to keep you safe from his life as Spiderman but misses you.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: none

He missed you more then anything. And even though he broke up with you and knew he shouldn’t be mad at the new man you dated, he still was. But the worst part of it all is that it wasn’t just some guy. You were now dating Flash Thomson of all people. Made every bone in his body sick with disgust at him. Not that he had any right to be.

He didn’t want to break up with you. You were perfect and he loved you more then anyone else; but that was exactly the issue. Anyone who figured out his identity would immediately come for you. He couldn’t let you get hurt because of him. So after a long failed fight with Kingpin he didn’t want to risk your life. On that low he left you a voicemail saying something stupid like he never loved you and to never speak to him again. He never felt worse about anything in his life. If he told you that he was actually breaking up with you because he was scared for your life, you would tell him you didn’t care about the risks. But he did and wasn't going to let that happen.

He blocked you on everything after that to make sure you couldn’t contact him. He hoped that you would hate him for it but also felt sick thinking about that.

This is the only way. He tell himself over and over until he believed it.

Of course you were stunned when you finally listened to his voicemail. Not believing it thinking it was some kind of prank. But when your number was blocked you realized what he said was true. Feeling so stupid for thinking he loved you cried for weeks. No one could pull you out of your bed or make you stop listening to breakup songs about getting dumped.

Then finally one day you did. You pulled yourself out of bed and dated the first guy you saw. Flash Thomson.

You now walked around MIT holding Flash’s hand instead of Peters. Sit with him and his friends during breaks. Laughed at his jokes. Do everything with Flash that you should be doing with him.

But Peter also swears that you don’t have that same sparkle in your eye when you look at Flash the way that you sparkles when you saw Peter. Even if it was all in Peters head, it was the only thing keeping him sane.

He never trusted Flash with you. For good reason. He believes that Flash likes the idea of you more then you. More like a trophy he can show off. He knows this because anytime they hang out Flash makes sure it’s in public and make sure to be in contact with you at all times.

Again, made him sick to his stomach. But you were safe. No super villian would go after you if you were Flash Thompson's girlfriend.

Walking down the campus hallways he always sees you. Sometimes he pretends not to notice. Other times he can’t pull his eyes away from you. You still mesmerize him, no matter how many times he tries to tell himself you don’t. Today was worse then usual. You were wearing his favorite skirt. The one you wore on your first date with him. Flashbacks took over his mind and he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to talk to you. Just be near you. Anything. Before he could register it he was standing in front of you.

“Hey,” he said before he got to scared and left. “You look pretty-”

“And you look like my ex boyfriend who told me that he never loved him and led me on for six months” she says shoving past him. Out of instinct Peter grabs her arm stopping her from leaving.

“I’m sorry about that really-“ he says trying to somehow fix the unrepairable damage he caused to you.

“I’m going out with Flash now so I’m going to need you to let go of me,” she says and pulls her arm out of Peter's grasp.

“Why him of all people?” Peter spits out before he can stop himself.

“Why not him? Why do you care, it’s not like you ever cared about me actually from what I recall from that 16 second voice message you left me months ago.” She says and Peter can hear the bitterness in her voice. His plan definitely worked but it’s horrible to see it for his own eyes.

“I care about you more then you can imagine” Peter says back suprisingly gentle compared to the venom she just spat at him.

“That’s not what you said in that voice message. You couldn’t even break up with me to my face like a real man. You’re sick in the head Parker.” she says more angry then ever.

Peter swore he would never tell you the real reason he broke up with you but now it just slipped out but he could catch his words. “I did it to protect you. I’ve always loved you. Everything I said when we dated was true.”

She stands there shocked at his words, take a few moments to register what he just said. “Parker are you lying to me cause I don’t know what I’m suppose to believe-“

“Listen to me now” Peter says not holding you’re hand and pleading “I’ve always loved you. I sent that voice message all those months ago cause I was scared that if we were dating someone bad would hurt you or… worse. After Uncle Ben I just can’t stand the thought of losing another person to my own mistake…”

“Why are you telling me this now?” She says trying to hold back tears from falling.

“Because I wanted you to hate me and never see me again. But seeing you with Flash Thomson is the worst thing I could ever imagine. I refuse to see you with a guy so horrible for another second. And the way you looked at me just now when I walked up to you, the hurt and anger. I never wanted to hurt you. I was so stupid to send that voice message.” Peter rambles on not stopping.

“Peter… I don’t know what to say. I understand your worry but I’d rather live a happy life at risk with you then a safe one without you.”

“I can’t let you get hurt. I can’t.” Peter says looking at you with pain in his eyes.

“The only thing that will ever truly hurt me is you choosing to not love me.” She says.

“I do love you”

“Then you would listen to what I said.” She says looking at him to see if he will change his mind.

But he stays silent. She knows Peter and how stubborn he is, if he refuses to be with her there was nothing she could do. She pulls away from him. “I have to go meet Flash,” she says as she turns around and leaves Peter standing there.

Walking to Flash’s car in the parking lot she greets him with a hug that makes Peter’s stomach twist in a knot.

“That went… so good” he said sarcastically and already kicking himself.

He didn’t mean to do this, but he did it a lot. When on patrols as spiderman he would end up watching you from a rooftop. Just making sure you were okay. Today you spent the whole day with Flash. That’s when he heard about the party Flash was throwing. Peter hated parties but he knew he needed to crash this one.

That night he wandered around until he “accidentally” came across the loud music and flashing lights coming from Flash’s home. When he walked in no one noticed him. Peter made sure to stay invisible and just check on you to make sure you were okay. Peter senses were almost immediately overloaded with the distaste of the party. He scanned the rooms while dodging drunk peoples jumping and crashing into each other until he saw you in the center of the living room. You had a drink in your hand and were dancing to the music without a care in the world. Peter was once again mesmerized by your beauty. He could have watched you like that all day until he heard Flash Thomson from the kitchen making drinks. He looked over to see Vodka and Powerade being poured into two solo cups.

Once again Peter felt sick at the thought of him serving you drinks and getting you drunk. He didn’t care if you were to drink, but him giving it to you was another story. Peter’s worrying thoughts immediately took over as he realized that she was a frat party where so many bad things happen. She was so trusting and always saw the best in people but this was not the place to believe someone cares about you. Peter was ready to step in and take you home somehow but Flash was already there serving her the drink. He watched as you drank it and continued to dance. Flash now joining you and making sure to be as close to you as humanly possible during it.

Peter feeling like he will throw up once again at the sight. The night continued and Peter stayed there despite being tired. He needed to make sure you were safe this entire party.

As people handed you more and more drinks Peter worries grew. He could tell you were a lightweight after the first drink and now you had about three more since then and they weren’t stopping. He sat there and wondered how he could possibly get you out of this situation.

His thoughts were empty, except for one. He went into the bathroom and called the cops. Classic snitch move. But he needed this party to end so that his girlfriend- ex-girlfriend, could be safe.

As soon as those sirens came into view everyone ran like a stampede. Peter watched and waited for her to get up and run with the rest of them but she was now passed out on the couch. Without a second thought he picked her up and swung her back home.

She seriously was tired cause she stayed asleep the whole way home somehow. Or didn’t care enough to open her eyes and say anything.

After that he left and went home. Sleeping finally knowing she would be passed out for the rest of the night.

He woke up the next day to her. “I know you took me home last night.” He didn’t know what to say to her. To that.

“Okay?” Is all he could come up with.

“Thank you for caring.” She says, and he knows she is talking about more than just taking her home.

“It’s my job” Peter replied back.

“As an Ex?” She says, hinting at wanting to hear more.

“As someone who loves you.” He replies again.

“Meet me at the courtyard in ten.” She texts. His heart is racing. He knows she just doesn’t want to have a conversation like this over the phone. He quickly threw on some clean clothes and my shoes before running out my door late, sprinting to the spot.

She is already waiting there and watching me as Peter run to her. She always was early. He was always late. It’s why they shouldn’t work but somehow when they were together, it all didn’t matter.

“What do you want?” She says looking him in the eyes with a serious look.

“I want you. I’ll only ever want you.” He answers truthfully. His heart is palpitating from looking at her.

“Are you still scared to date me?” She says and he can see the pain in her as she says it and it makes him sick.

“Honestly yes. I’m terrified of it. Of what could happen to you cause of it. But I know now that staying away from you completely is not what’s right for us. Whatever comes down our path we can face together.” Peter says, risking grabbing and holding her hand at the end. She flinches pulling it back at first but then relaxes and looks back at him.

“I cant handle anymore heartbreak from you Peter. I barely got through it the first time. I need to know you’re staying for good” she says and he can see tears forming in her eyes.

Peter stomach is in knots again thinking about the pain he caused her. Wanting to take it all away. Take back every mistake made. Every stupid decision he chose. Then he reached for her face and kissed her. His hands wrapped in her hair as he pulled her into him.

“I’ll never make the mistake of letting you go again. You’re always gonna be my one.” He says before kissing her again. When he pulls away and looks at her face to sees that usual sparkle in her eyes back.

“Good cause I still love you so much Parker,” she says before kissing him again.

[resi4skz]

Title: A Promise

Pairing: Chan x femReader

Warnings: fluff

"So that's it?" Chan says. "Just like that, we're over?"

"What do you want me to say? That there's nothing going in between you two?"

"That you trust me enough to know that she means nothing to me. And that she's out to create this obstacle between us."

I gape at him. "Are you serious right now? Chan, I saw you and her together sitting next to each other like she practically was in your lap!"

"Baby, she-"

I raise my hand, stopping him. "Save it. I don't wanna hear any more excuses of what she was trying to do." I grip my shoulder bag. "I'm done."

"Y/N."

"No. I'm done, Chan. I'm done being your second choice."

I don't even dare to turn around. I get in my car and drive back to my apartment.

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"Hey, I was gonna order some fried chicken and pizza. You want some?"

I look up at my best friend turned roommate. "Sure."

"Any preference?" Gia asked.

"Pepperoni please," I smiled and went back to looking at recipes on my phone.

"Y/N."

"Hmm?"

"Han just texted me."

I roll my eyes. "What else is new?"

"We need to go to the hospital."

I peek at her from my phone. "Why?"

"Chan got into an accident."

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You know how some people say their life comes crashing down? Well, that's how I feel right now. I'm staring at the ground, my mind spiralling while my leg bounces non-stop. The door opens, the doctor walks inside as I shoot up, standing on wobbly legs but Gia steadies me.

"How's he, doc?" Han asked. He came with Gia, considering Chan is his best friend.

"Besides a broken leg and arm, he's perfectly fine."

The sob leaves my mouth as fresh tears form in my eyes and I collapse on the ground. Gia drops with me, her arms wrapping around me. "He's okay, Y/N. He's okay."

I felt like my heart was going to rip out.

"Can we see him?" Han asked, again.

"He's currently sleeping off the anesthesia but yes, a nurse will come get you once he's awake."

When the doctor leaves, Gia helps me stand up. "Honey, he's alright. Just broken bones, nothing major."

"I know," I wipe my face.

*Sometime later*

A nurse came to get us because Chan woke up. So she took us to his room. I was the first one to enter. I gasp at the sight in front of me. A cast on his left arm and right leg. A few scratches and brusies on his face and neck. But he still looked handsome.

And he was awake. Turning his head, his eyes meet mine and I can't help but stop at the foot of his bed, tears flowing down my cheeks. "Chan, you scared us," Gia spoke.

"S-sorry." His voice came out raspy and deep.

"Bro, what even happened?" Han chimed in.

"I was on my way to," he glances at me, "Y/N's when out of nowhere a car slammed into me. Luckily my car didn't flip over. I felt my arm break before my leg, though."

"Sheesh," Gia says, wincing at the sight.

He turns his head, looking at me. "Y/N," he raises his non-injured hand. His right eyes was pretty banged up but he still managed to look handsome.

"Right, well, we're gonna get some coffee," Han states, grabbing Gia's hand. "Come on, babe. Let's give these love birds some time alone."

After they leave, I look at him again. "Does it hurt?"

"Like a bitch," he replied, raising his hand again. "Y/N, I-"

"Chan, just...."

"No. I need to say this. I fucked up, okay? I messed up what we had. But I assure you that nothing happened between Jules and I."

"Chan."

"I, ah, fuck damn that hurts," he inhales a sharp breath before continuing. "After you left that day, I broke down in front of Han and Changbin. They had to drive me back to my apartment but I couldn't stay there because that place felt hollow. Alone." He glances up at me. "I wanted to see you. So I promised myself that I would get you back, no matter what."

"Channie, listen-"

But he cuts me off. "But I never knew what jealousy can do to a woman."

"What do you mean?" My gut told me to brace myself.

He closes his eye, breathing in. "When Jules heard I was going over to you, she drove her car into mine."

"What?"

"She's the one who drove the car into my car."

I saw red. I clenched my hand into fists. "That bitch," I turn, he calls my name but I'm already out the door. I frantically look for a nurse but my eye catches her. Sitting in a chair, unharmed as Han and Gia approach me. "You bitch!" I lunge at her but Han stop me.

Jules looks at me, eyes widening. "Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? What am I," I glare dead in her eyes. "Doing here? I'm not the one getting jealous of the person that isn't even yours to begin with!"

"He was mine before you came in the picture!"

Everyone goes silent. "You took him away from me. I was going to confess the day he confessed to you. You just had to accept it, didn't you? You just couldn't stay away!"

"Are you high? Him and I have feelings for each other so you need to get your head out of your delusional ass."

"Fuck you."

"Feelings mutal."

She charges at me. "Fuck you! He's mine!"

But I was quick. Clenching my hand into a fist, I broke her nose. She looks at me as bloods trickles down one of her nostrils. I shake my finger when she tries to lunge at me again. "Try anything and you'll be the one in the hospital bed."

It's enough to stop her and walks away. The pain radiates in my hand. I look down and see some bruising on my knuckles. But I had my number 1 priority in mind.

Once I went back to his room, I found him sleeping. "Dammit," I curse under my breath. Sitting on the chair beside his bed, I prop my elbow on the bed and rest my chin on it as I looked at him. He looks so peaceful, his breathing even. I couldn't get past the blue color of his left eye. It was so swollen that I was worried if his face will ever be the same.

Then he opens his eye and looks down at me. "Hey."

"Hi."

His eye spots my knuckles. "What...what happened?"

"Well," I began. "Let's say Jules will look twice in the mirror before trying anything drastic again."

"No," he faux gasps.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Everyone seems to forget I'm a pro at boxing."

"Uh huh," he says.

"Hey!"

He grins. "Did you break her nose?"

"If you know the answer, why are you even asking?" I grin back.

He raises his arm, cups my cheek with his hand. "I missed you."

I lean into his hand. "I thought I...." A sob escapes me as the emotions come rushing through me all at once.

"Hey," he tips my chin up. Several tears roll down my cheeks. "I'm here."

"I thought I lost you forever," I manage to say as more tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Baby, no," he wipes my cheeks. "Come here." He pats his chest and I waste no time as I dive atraight into his arms. "There is nothing in this world that will separate me from you."

"But-'

"No buts," he says kissing my hair. "I can't lose you. You're-" he winces, his face scrunching as if in pain.

"I'll get the doctor."

But I'm snatched back into his arms when I tried to get up. This time I'm facing him. "Chan. You're injured. Stop."

Even with one eye, he's managed to make me feel like goo. Dammit. He still makes my tummy do somersaults. I blink down at him as his hand slides around the back of my neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispers.

"Chan, wha-"

He pushes my neck down, my lips crashing on his. I squeal in surprise but melt into him, into the kiss. "Mmm, Y/N. Sweet as ever."

My cheeks heated and I buried my face on his chest which made him laugh. "Don't laugh."

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. You're so cute."

"I'm not cute!"

"But you are."

I pinch the skin just above his tummy. "Ow!" He hisses in pain.

I shoot up, thinking I really hurt him. "Ah! I'm sorry! Are you okay?"

He cracks opens his eye and reaches up, pecking my lips. I blink down at him.

"Chan."

"What?"

"I'm still mad at you."

"I see that."

I narrow my eyes at him.

Someone clearing their throat breaks us apart and I turn to see Gia standing at the door. "I see you two are getting along well."

I scramble off Chan, pretty sure my cheeks are red because he pinches my cheek and says, "Gwiyeowo."

This man, albeit partially mobile, still manages to make my insides all warm and fuzzy.

"Ugh, you two are going to give me diabetes," Gia groans as she places a bag on the bed.

"Always a pleasure having your presence here, Gia," Chan retorts. I snort.

"Oh you two think you're funny, huh? Tell me, Chan," Gia makes her way around to the other side of the bed. "Does this hurt?" She lifts his injured arm and lets it drop.

"Ow! Fuck!" Chan hisses in pain.

"Gia, what the fuck's wrong with you?!" I pick up his arm gently and place it over his abdomen. "Are you okay?"

Gia grabs my hand and looks at my knuckles. "What's this?"

"Uhh...." I glance over at Chan.

"Do you want to tell her or should I do the honors?" When I give him a nod of approval, he turns his head. "She punched Jules." Gia's eyes widen at me. "And broke her nose."

"Wow. Just when you know someone," Gia began.

"Hey. She asked for it," I state.

The door opens revealing Han, with another bag. "Hey, you forgot this in the c-" he stops when he sees all three of us. "Uh, what's going on?"

Gia excitedly hops towards him. "Y/N punched Jules and broke her nose!"

I roll my eyes. "Here we go."

"Wow. Really?" Han exclaims, walking over to me. "If only Chan hyung stepped up his game."

"Yah," Chan warns. "I'm already suffering here and you think my girlfriend's punching someone in the face is awesome?!"

Girlfriend.

Han shrugs his shoulders. "I mean she has always been the cool one."

The duo bicker fades as my mind is stuck on one word. He called me his girlfriend. I touch the necklace around my neck. Smiling, I come back to reality as the trio in front of me talk about what to order for food.

"How does pizza sound?"

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It had been several weeks since Chan and I had been back home in our apartment. His arm cast had com

e off a few days ago but his leg cast was still on as he needed to have it on for a few more weeks. He was getting physiotherapy weekly just to keep his muscles relaxed.

The bathroom door opens and he walks out, or rather limp out since he's got the leg brace on now "Babe, have you seen my shirt?"

"Which one?" I ask as I drain the pasta in the kitchen sink.

"The nirvana one."

I peek down and curse under my breath. Of all days, why'd he have to ask now? I touch my necklace, out of habit when I feel the object that's made me think a lot these past few days.

So I take of the necklace just as he comes in the kitchen. "Oh, you're wearing it!"

"There are other shirts, you know," I flex my left hand before turning around.

"Damn."

"What?"

"I'm sorry but how do you expect to react when you wear my clothes?" He groans.

Rolling my eyes, I make him a plate and hand it to him. "Thanks," he says. His eyes widen when he sees my hand. "Wait, is that...?"

"What?" I ask innocently.

"Y/N, are you playing with me? Are my feelings a joke to you?"

Wait, what? "Channie, wha-"

"I have told you so many times that nothing happened between Jules and I. How else can I prove it to you?"

"You're an idiot," I say, going up on my tiptoes and placing a kiss on his lips. "You're an idiot to think I haven't forgiven you."

"Wait, you forgive me?" He blinks at me.

I sigh and let go of him. "I need something sweet before I throw this ring away." I go to turn but he turns me back, caging me in. "What are you doing?"

"The day I gave you that promise ring was also the day I brought something else," he explains as he moves around in the kitchen and opens a cabinet while I'm looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. "Because," he grunts as he grabs a cereal box from top of the fridge. "I knew I was going to ask you one day."

"What are you doing? Ask me what?"

He fishes out a burgundy velvet box. And I suddenly find it hard to breathe. He walks over to me, and flips open the box revealing a diamon ring with purple gems around it. My favorite color. "Channie, what....what..what?"

He chuckles and grabs my left hand. "I'm not going to lie but when I was at the hospital, all I could think about was how I never gave you a proposal."

He slips on the ring on my finger. It fits snug around my finger. Perfect fit. "My answer would've been the same though."

"Which is?"

"Yes."

A/N: was this cute enough? :/

[hazelenergy]

Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post with links to music and/or lyrics describing the following...

Thank you @gorbalsvampire for the tag! Now for some oc brianworms music:

Event that defines your character's past:

Would You Come To My Funeral by the Crawlers Would you come to my funeral And mourn the me you never knew? ... But would you come to my funeral? There's a seat laid out for you I couldn't pass without telling you That I miss you

How your character sees themselves:

Advice & Vices by Chelsea Wolfe Cause I never listen to my own best advice, no Like one thing leads to another Like one heart bleeds for another

As Above, So Below by Sunshine Blind Another few weeks and I'll be somewhere else Another city or another country Out of money wearing dirty laundry ... Another few words and I'll be someone else My face depends on the storytelling What I am will be what I'm selling Who forgets who? May be just as well I may forget you I may forget myself

How others view them: going to be honest, there's a lot of feelings towards hazel, heres a few:

E-GIRLS ARE RUINING MY LIFE! by CORPSE, Savage Ga$p "Man, I swear these goth girls finna fuck up my life"

I Hope You Die in a Fire by Grand Commander [self explanatory]

Warm Shadow by Fink Won't you stop breakin' in Red sky, red light, awakenin' And I don't want another day to break, no no no Take our, steal our night away

Wolf Like Me by Lera Lynn ft Shovels and Rope Baby doll, I recognize Your hideous thing inside If ever there were a lucky kind, it's You, you, you, you

Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic):

Anywhere but Here by PVRIS Smells like jasmine and clover Blood rushin' over And over and over Now we drop our composure Drunken or sober Just take me home 'cause I need you now

A major fight scene:

This one is less of a fight scene and more of a humanity drop moment with her 1st coterie: My Name Is Human by Highly Suspect Get up off your knees, girl Stand face to face with your God And find out what you are

Sabotage by the Beastie Boys this one has a particular scene from Hazel's first chronicle. She and her coterie discovered the headquarters the SI in Atlanta. The coterie all knew they were the Cam's favorite scapegoat, and decided to make sure the problem was uprooted before word ever reached their most merciful Prince's ears... or worse, their adoptive sire. Cue molotov cocktails, chase scenes to lure hunters into danger, computers being blue screened and harddrives smashed, and one explosion with three thinbloods not turning back to look at. It was almost perfect. Almost.

Opening credits song:

Atlanta: Six Feet Deep by The Warning But it's way too late, nothing left to hate Such a bitter taste, what a shame ... Yeah, what you gonna say when you're choking on my name? 'Cause it's over Six-feet deep I'll be seeing you underground! Got you figured out! Can't get any lower now 'Cause it's over Six-feet deep

Miami/Tampa: can u see me in the dark? by Halestorm, I Prevail Broken bones and blood shot eyes I hope you like my new disguise We're not the same, you and I So don't you dare forget In this crowded room alone In the search of things unknown The face I wear is not my own So don't you forget .... Come feast your eyes on me .... So can you see me in the dark? Are you watching it all fall apart?

OKC Interlude: Aint Killed Me Yet by Adia Victoria … So pour me one last drink And lit me one last smoke And keep the jukebox paid 'til we both go broke Now, it's a hard way of living but The living ain't killed me yet

@tommysdiner @duskbornbitchqueen (if yall havent already done so, tag youre it!)

[soupieoopieisloopie]

I always wonder how Beetlejuice would react to someone who looks very sweet and soft but is actually really hardcore. Like death metal, rage room, loves extremely gorey and disturbing media, constantly wanting someone to pick a fight with them so they could pummel them kinda hardcore.

It would be funny if they scared Beetlejuice a bit more than beetlejuice would scare them haha

Here's some drabbles just to get this idea out of my head lol I'm no writer so aa yeah DJSBJZ idk if I captured his Beetlejuice-ness enough ee

No pronouns used but a little (and I mean very little) nsft bc it's beetlejuice lol

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"Hey babes! Ya miss-?" He'd ask as he suddenly appears in their room, loud gutteral screaming stopping him in his tracks for a split second before he basks in it. His breather is glued to the TV as he sways over to their side on the couch. Bloody cries and begs fill the silence between them.

Beetlejuice looks between the TV and his sweet breather, dressed in hello kitty pajamas with a stuffed animal under their arm. Kitten socks on their feet and a bunny hair band holding their hair from the puppy print face mask they have on. Such a stark contrast from the bloody murder playing on the TV. He chuckled to himself as he sat back and continued watching with them, laughing occasionally.

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"I'm going out, Beej. Please behave." You absentmindedly say as you grabbed your keys, heading for the door.

"Where'ya goin? Can I come?" Beetlejuice would say hopefully as he shot up from his place on the couch. You were wearing sweats with one leg covered in cutesy anime Chibis and some logo for the anime you were currently obsessed with and a tank top that read 'BE KIND' In bright letters with stars and smily faces surrounding it (If you have long hair it'll be tied up) you weren't dressed up fancy so he didn't have a clue where you'd be going. It was your day off and he couldn't recall any plans that didn't include suffocating you with his 'love'.

"I'm going to a rage room, helps me decompress." You said with a chuckle, wanting to see how he'd react since you knew he didn't think you had a violent bone in your body. You'd shoo out any bugs that got inside, choosing to let the spiders you'd see around your place be as they helped with other bugs, you weren't overly confrontational either and he'd only ever see you cry when you were really mad. He looked at you from across the room confused but intrigued.

"Rage room? Is that some breather code for orgy?" Beetlejuice sat up on his knees from his previous sitting position, looking dopey and cocky as per usual.

"If you wanted one babes all you had to do was-"

"No! That's not what that means!" You cut him off with a laugh, you always appreciated the demons enthusiasm and humor.

"Its a room where you break stuff! Hence 'rage' room." You explained as you put on your shoes. If he wasn't already interested in joining you, he sure as sugar was now. He'd never seen you take your anger out on anyone or anything for that matter. You tended to cry it out, take a moment and sometimes you'd yell a bit while venting to him but usually he was the one who broke things so he was definitely going to tag along for the ride.

"you can come, but I don't go easy on the stuff in there. Also if appreciate it if you didn't distract me. It's the only time I can take my pent up rage out and have zero consequences." You laugh as you pick up your bright bag with some first aid, water bottles and your wallet and things for your phone Incase you were there for longer than you planned.

Cut to you demolishing every piece of furniture in the room, the safety suit hiding the rage and fire behind your eyes as you yelled out and screamed all the things you'd wish you could say to the people that come in and out of your life. Beetlejuice watching in fascination and a little bit of 'im going to screw their brains out when we get home'

He loved this side of his sweet and cuddly breather.

______

You were listening to your usual music when beetlejuice decided now would be the perfect time to yank your headphones from your head and see what kind of cutesy music you were listening to as you went about your day. Safe to say his hears almost bled with the volume of the music, looking at you as if you were an imposter.

"Who are you?? Where's my precious breather??" He'd cry out as he took whatever you were working on from you and held it protectively.

"Beej, stop playing around I want to finish that!" You'd laugh out, only making him back away from you further.

"No! You're not allowed to touch (Y/N's) things!" He'd hiss as he playfully ran around your shared space. He only let up when you managed to bribe him with a few kisses.

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I'm not a writer so djsbjxhs sorry if this is bad LOLOL I read lots of fan fics tho (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ this was pretty fun to do instead of working out tho haha

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME ⟶ IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME / RAZZMATAZZ always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.

"Big shot, so what?"

"You took the money but the money couldn't buy a friend."

"I want you to leave me alone."

"They say the devil that you know is better than the devil that you don't."

"You're a big shot here but nobody else knows."

"Go fly a kite until you're tangled in the hanging tree."

"Four in the morning but we've having such a lovely time."

"Mad as a hatter with a dagger and a dollar sign."

"Tip your hat and break your mother's heart."

"When the sun comes up you'll find a brand new god."

"You'll never gonna stop me."

"I'm never gonna quit."

"Lose yourself inside the city."

"Lose your mind inside the week."

"We can live while we're alive."

"Come inside, twist the knife."

"I'm a voluntary victim."

"Watch your colonial tongue."

"I'll watch you tighten the noose."

"Don't you lose all your control."

"You can't get into heaven if you haven't got a soul."

"They'll replace you with machines."

"Paralyzed by the sum of your parts."

"Abstract with a human heart."

"I'm captivated, but I'm so confused."

"Come and see the opening band."

"No one likes an opening band."

"Chances are they won't go far."

"Career is sure to end."

"Unfamiliar things will make us nervous."

"You've got the devil on your shoulder."

"You better shut your mouth just like I told ya."

"You've been controlling me through fiction."

"I got to break you like a bad addiction."

"I can't say no, I'm losing control."

"I'm having bad dreams."

"Nothing you can do will keep the bad things away from me."

"Despite your good intentions."

"I am just the new invention."

"Feels like you're running out of holy places."

"It's a miracle I'm standing."

"You're dragging me back."

"You're beautiful and evil too."

"You're sinister and vile."

"For you I'd die, or kill myself."

"I'd swing from the gallows and wave."

"I'd carousel into my grave."

"You're right down vicious."

"I can't help it, but I still wish I was with you."

"I'm a teenage beauty queen of sorts."

"I'm calculated, cold, without remorse."

"Only if you'd like me, I could fall in love with you."

"You're a holy quarantine."

"Could it be that it's only in my head."

"Give me something more for my wild imagination."

"Tell me that you're more than a sick fascination."

"You're with me all the time."

"I don't care about anything at all."

"I know that girls like you don't come with guarantees."

"You've got to spend your time, won't you spend it with me?"

"I hope we kiss goodnight."

"It might just end my life."

"I'll be a gentleman, or you can show me the door."

"I don't want to spend my life with anyone else."

"Pardon me if I forget your name."

"Is that any way to talk to me."

"Corrupting the young with your uncivil tongue."

"What a shame if you misspeak now."

"I need you here."

"There is no other place in the world I would rather be."

"Can't you stay right here forever, pretty please?"

"Where do you go when you're not home?"

"If I'm out of line, just show me the door."

"Don't hold your breath for goodness sake."

"You've got parliaments filled with parasites."

"Let's go paint the town on our way home."

"The blinking lights are breaking bones."

"Then you have that good old fashioned razzmatazz."

"You broke my heart again."

"Some things just cannot be fixed with sparkled tongues and politcs."

"In a fascist little paradox, we all become anonymous."

"I would say I'm sorry if I thought that it would change your mind."

"I know that this time I have said too much."

"I've been too unkind."

"I tried to laugh about it."

"I covered it all up with lies."

"I tried to laugh about it, hiding the tears in my eyes."

"Boys don't cry."

"I would break down at your feet and plead forgiveness, but I know it's too late."

"There's nothing I can do."

"I would tell you that I loved if I thought you would stay."

"I misjudged your limits."

"I pushed you too far."

"I took you for granted."

"I thought you needed me more."

"I would do most anything to get you back at my side."

[silverhallow]

Strangers All At Once: Burning

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Pairing: Sophie Beckett x Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: Sophie's lying to herself and everyone around... and how does Benedict really feel? Can they sort out this mess or will someone have to meddle?

Can't even begin to explain This all too well familiar pain That comes, and it goes, but it gets in my bones all the same, mmm Well, maybe I'm a fool for falling in love with you When I had nothing left to lose And nothing more I could give, went down with your sinking ship Now I don't think I'll make it through, through Now it's only the beat of my heart That reminds me not to stare at the sparks Can't set fire to my soul Just to keep ya, keep ya, keep ya from burning alone

How Sophie made it home she’d never know. She’d cried all the way home, she was sure of it.

How could she have been so stupid? She’d felt like she’d had nothing left to lose, felt like there was nothing left in her heart and soul to break but she’d been wrong.

She’d somehow, in the space of four weeks, fallen back in love with Benedict, or perhaps she’d never fallen out of love and her head finally gave in to remember what her heart had always felt…

She felt like a fool for falling in love with him.

He was a Bridgerton. A fucking bridgerton and she was a nobody. She was an orphan. She was a bastard. Her parents had never been married. A man like Benedict Bridgerton would never love someone like her… Araminta had told her that and she’d refused to believe it and she’d let herself hope. Convinced herself that he did love her but then she’d heard him say what he’d said…

And she’d left, heartbroken and wrecked… thinking that nothing would hurt as much ever again…

But then this time… standing there and hearing him saying the same things… how it had clearly meant nothing… 

It broke her all over again and what was worse to her was that Violet had seen and heard…

Sophie wondered if she’d even be able to make it through the wedding…

But as she lay in her bed that evening she realised that even after the wedding… if she wanted to be in Kate’s life… Benedict was always going to be there…

Christenings for any of Kate’s kids, family gatherings for Kate’s birthday… he was going to be Uncle to those kids, he was going to be Kate’s brother in law. She’d never escape him.

He was going to be there, the memories would always resurface every time she saw him and she knew in her heart that no matter what… she was never getting over him.

The following morning she made her way to the cafe, michael and phillip had arrived early to help her set up and with the bread orders for the day and had asked her about how dinner had gone, Michael saw the pain in her face, the gaunt look behind her eyes and he knew something had gone wrong.

Sophie just shook her head “it’s fine. Just… if a Bridgerton comes in today… i am not here” she said and disappeared into the back and refused to talk about it.

The pain she felt was all too familiar, it was a pain she’d thought she’d left behind. She didn’t even know how to explain it to them, they would never understand. But it was a pain that went down to her bones.

It was too much and she knew she’d have some decisions to make about if she was to even stay here or if she should leave England forever.

~*~

Benedict had hated lying to his family, he rarely lied to them but when it came to Sophie he had to play his cards close to his chest.

Dinner had been amazing, they’d joked about, they’d flirted a little and he’d even held her hand for a moment when Simon had made a comment about how nice it was to have everyone together again and they had almost kissed again in the kitchen, he’d leaned over her to get the wine glasses from the top shelf and he’d nearly dropped one on her head and he’d rubbed her cheek with his hand and when he’d gone to move it away, she’d placed her hand on his and they’d leaned in, closer and closer and then the door flew open and Kate had come in…

Sophie had froze and fled and Benedict had been lost in his own world as Sophie had gone to help his mother clear the cakes away and that was when his siblings had started. He knew it was from a place of care and love and Kate had backed him up but when he snapped at Colin “It doesn’t matter what it looks like. It was 3 months two years ago. It meant nothing. If she means nothing to me she should mean nothing to you! She’s Kate’s friend, so we have no choice but to be nice to her” he’d known it was a lie. It was said in a panic and was the only thing he could think of to get his siblings off his back. 

It was a lie, every word but his siblings didn’t know what it was like. To love someone who just… left you high and dry without even giving you a proper reason. He just wanted them off his back.

He wasn’t over it. He was never going to be over it. He loved her. He was always going to love her. It had been everything to him and she meant everything to him now. He’d just hoped that maybe… just maybe that she felt the same way. 

But after his outbreak and Kate’s scowl and threat of pain of death if they did anything to scare off her best friend and maid of honour… they’d backed down, just as his mother returned, a rather serious look on her face as she’d said Sophie’d had to leave for an emergency at the cafe and he felt disappointed that she’d left without saying goodbye.

What confused him even more was his mother asking Kate if she could have a private word with her.

Benedict had tried to message Sophie to ask if everything was okay but the reply didn’t come through until the following afternoon saying everything was okay and it was just a faulty oven.

He’d asked her if she wanted to meet up and discuss plans for the wedding but she said she had too much to do over the next few weeks… but they could text and it had upset him and he wondered if something had happened.

He’d tried to visit her a few days later but Phillip had just said she wasn’t there and she was busy… even when Fran, El and Colin had all tried to go to the cafe, none of them had been able to see her or allowed to see her, though Eloise was sure she’d seen the blonde curls duck behind the counter and disappear out the back before she’d entered the cafe and the entire thing just confused Benedict even more.

He felt like Sophie was avoiding him and when he’d asked her as much she’d replied saying she wasn’t but she was just busy as Kate’s wedding cake wasn’t the only one she was doing…

He felt forlorn and shattered and like she was pushing him away all over again and to top it all off, his mother and Kate were both being off with him and he had no idea why but he knew he had other things to worry about at the moment… tomorrow night was the hen and stag do and though they were going out separately they were all supposed to meet up and he was hoping, he was planning to try and talk to Sophie then, she was a friendly and flirty drunk and he had a bit of a plan… he just hoped that he’d be able to pull it off.

~*~

Sophie felt pleased with herself, she’d avoided anyone with a connection to any of the Bridgerton’s for a week.

She still had no idea if she was going to leave or stay once the wedding was over but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to avoid them forever.

She’d gone through the last five weeks in her mind, the way they’d grown closer again, laughing and joking over Anthony getting stressed about flowers and napkins for the tables. Talking about Benedict’s best man’s speech and they’d even talked about how they’d been instrumental in Kate and Anthony getting together once they realised they knew one another.

They had skirted around the subject of them, their past but they’d come close but never as close as they had in the Aubrey Hall garage.

They’d even nearly kissed twice. The first time had been an almost magical moment, Sophie had been showing him her designs for the wedding cake, it had been based on one of Benedict’s sketches, a drawing of Aubrey Hall and the pall mall game that had ultimately gotten Kate and Anthony together, it had been a magical day and both of them had been lost in the memory. It had been the first time Sophie had really met his family, they’d distracted one another during the game and they’d ended up in the tree house and spent the night below the stars, making love and whispering sweet nothings to one another…

Both of them had been lost in the memory, drawing closer and closer together and then Michael had burst into the office…

And then the second time had been the night he broke her heart again, in the kitchen where she’d been so close to telling him that she loved him, where she’d gushed to Violet that she had fallen in love with Benedict only two days before she’d left, before he’d broken her heart the very next day.

She’d hoped she’d be able to avoid any connection to the Bridgerton’s until the night of the hen and stag do’s but she had to know the Gods were not on her side.

She was sat in the office late the night before the Hen do, doing paperwork and balancing her books and she’d assumed that Michael who had been on the late shift had already left when her door flew open and when she looked up, expecting to see Michael in there with his usual smirk saying he was done and telling her he was off on a date as was the norm on a friday night but instead was greeted by the face of her best friend.

“Kate? What the hell are you doing here?” Sophie asked, confusion on her face.

“Well you’ve basically barred any Bridgerton seeing you all week and i know there wasn’t an emergency here last week when you left, though why Violet covered for you i’ll never know… but honestly Soph, i’m a bit worried about you and i wanted to make sure you’re okay” Kate replied

“I am fine, just busy getting all this done and ordering all the things for your wedding food and cake” Sophie said evasively.

“I get that, but that doesn’t explain why you’ve had the chuckle brothers saying you’ve not been here all week… at least to anyone who is a Bridgerton. Mary saw you in here yesterday” Kate replied

Sophie sighed “it’s complicated Kate, it’s just… been a bit harder than i thought seeing Benedict and all the Bridgerton’s again and I just… needed a bit of space”

This was close to the truth. 

“I don’t get how it’s that complicated, I saw you guys, if i’d been a few seconds later I’m sure i’d have walked in on you snogging Ben’s face off…” Kate replied

Sophie sighed “it just is” she replied, avoiding mentioning that almost kiss.

“Soph, what the hell happened between the two of you… i’ve known you for years and you’d never been happier than you had been with Benedict…then you just… upped and left! I know you loved him, I heard you talking to Violet… So what the hell happened?!” Kate demanded, her arms crossed

“Nothing happened. It just… wasn’t working. It doesn’t matter if it is in the past. It meant nothing to him, it meant nothing…” Sophie swallowed, fighting back the tears “it meant nothing” she repeated, hoping that if she kept repeating it that it wouldn’t hurt anymore and that she herself would start to believe it.

“Bull shit” Kate called “Sophie, if it meant nothing you’d have not fled to France”

“I’d been planning to go before I met Benedict, I just postponed it. It was always in my plans to go…” Sophie said

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“I tried but whenever I tried to bring it up before Benedict you were just complaining about Anthony, even when you got together and I tried to mention it before we left Aubrey Hall, I tried to tell you… i tried to tell you what was going on, but…” Sophie said

“But I was too wrapped up…?” Kate said feeling guilty, wondering if Sophie had tried to talk to her about Benedict and what was going on there as well and she’d just been wrapped up in her new relationship, besting Anthony in Pall Mall… and everything in between.

Sophie just shrugged a sad heartbroken look on her face “it is what it is Kate, but honestly, don’t worry, it’s in the past” 

Kate saw the look on her best friend's face and she knew there was more to this than she was letting on. She wanted to bring up that Violet had talked to her, that she knew Sophie had overheard Benedict’s tirade to his siblings but she had no idea how Benedict felt and she knew if she pushed Sophie into saying something to Benedict, about how she felt and he didn’t feel the same, though she was sure he did, it would shatter her best friend and she’d never see her again.

But she had to find out what had happened between her and Benedict in the first place, Violet had told her of her assumptions and theory and she knew she had to get Sophie to open up. To tell her everything…

There was one thing in this world that would get Sophie talking, to get her to tell her what was going on, something she’d learned at University and how she found out about this shit Araminta put her through… 

And that thing was tequila…

[mllenugget]

Hey!

I'm looking for tips on improving my art. I'm currently a broke-beginner but really want to improve. Any advice or drawing tips?

Oof beginner art tip ? Uhm 🤔 My Too Long Didn't Read take is : Fill your head with lots of references from real life photographies, movies, comics or any other artists that inspire you and analyse how they work and why you like them As well as practice practice practice ! Explore and experiment ! There's a LOT of free art ressources on the internet and specific tutorials for what you may be interested in Some of my personal favorites are ARVEN92's My rambling answer is :

Personally, I know that my art level stayed stuck for a very long time because I kept drawing the same things over and over again. I used to never get out of my confort zone.

Exploring new horizons is hard and frustrating and sometimes it takes a dozen of failed attempts before you finally make something look just like how you want it to (I sure did) But I can't recommend practicing and experimenting enough !

Look up artists' who inspire you and study their pieces in order to understand what you like in them (watch their speedpaints if they have any to check out their process)

Google photography of people and analyse how the lighting works. Find painting of landscapes and try to understand why such cluster of pixels looks like a bush from afar, how can you replicate that with your own hand ?

Take/Print multiple pictures of the same animal and TRACE IT, that's right don't be scared to do so ! It's a taboo topic in art communities but it shouldn't be ! As long it's not from a fellow artist and as long as you don't claim it as yours then it's perfectly fine ! So trace over it and try to get a grip of how the anatomy work and where the bones are and how the muscles wrap around all that mess. Then try to replicate that same drawing but without the model. Compare the result to the image again… See what might be off Then do it again, this time try to stylize it and shape it however you like !

Photography source

Also, don't hesitate to take a step back. You won't notice your improvement right away because, just like your own face : you see it everyday and thus may not notice the slow changes as you grow, yet they are still there ! If you feel exhausted from practicing, take a break for a couple of days and come back with a fresh eye and mindset I used to think I never changed my way of drawing horses, but once you look back how far you've come you only realize that is simply not true

[loosesodamarble]

Hi Erika! For your ask game, would you mind if I asked for 2 (since I couldn't choose a fandom 😅)? Could I have headcanons for Sanemi from Demon Slayer and for Gordon from Black Clover, please? Thank you so much, friend!! 💖

Of course you can ask for headcanons from two series, Acacia! And one is from Demon Slayer, thank you!

(Spoilers for the Demon Slayer manga. Nothing big but a mention of future injuries.)

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Sanemi Shinazugawa

Realistic Headcanon: When Sanemi is angry, for any reason whatsoever, he asks to go on more missions. An angry Sanemi is a restless Sanemi and he needs to do something! Unless every bone in her body is broken, Sanemi will want to go out on a job. He doesn't care how far he has to travel for a job, he needs to vent by destroying. Alas, the poor demons who Sanemi faces while he's doing a vent mission.

Not realistic but hilarious Headcanon: Sanemi had the worst track record for breaking swords back when he first started. His technique wasn't atrocious per say. But his fighting style has always been very aggressive and the swords he got couldn't take the punishment. He broke so many swords and the poor sword smith assigned to Sanemi was inconsolable at how often they had to make a new blade. Within a couple years though, Sanemi chilled out and his reputation for sword breaking eventually went away.

Heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends Headcanon: Sanemi started a family, some born to him and his wife but also some adopted. And he named his children after each family member that he lost. His mother and siblings have always been in his heart and he wanted to give their names another chance to be used. When the kids are old enough to understand, Sanemi tells the kids where their names came from and asks them to always treasure their names. His mother and siblings are his mother and siblings. His children are his children. They're all distinct individuals but Sanemi wants his kids to feel connected to a family they'll never get a chance to know.

Unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own Headcanon: Sanemi's love for ohagi and sweets in general leads him to opening a wagashi shop when he settles down as a normal citizen. He learns how to make mochi, anko, agar jelly, etc. Learning to use the tool for shaping and decorating the sweets was hard since he lost two fingers, but he managed. He uses his savings from the Corp to buy a little shop space. And he sells sweets until the day he dies. No one who visits the shop can believe that wild looking guy like Sanemi would make the gorgeous mochi and manju that's sold up front.

...

Gordon Agrippa

Realistic Headcanon: Gordon remakes each doll of the Black Bull members. Any little change that they get to their appearance means a brand new doll for Gordon to make. New outfits? New dolls! When Finral dyed his hair? New doll! And Gordon looks forward for the chance to make a new doll. He likes seeing his friends grow and change and making the dolls to reflect that.

Not realistic but hilarious Headcanon: Gordon can't remember ever getting sick. It's not he's got the immune system of the gods. It's that Gordon has some kind of illness amnesia. Whenever Gordon gets sick, even for a small cold, his brain leaves him entirely. He could still function somewhat normally, like get himself water or wash himself, but he will have no recollection of what he did while sick. Gordon gets sick and once he's better, it's like he's lost a day or two from his life. The Black Bulls are understandably weirded out but the Agrippa family is like "ah yeah, runs in the family."

Heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends Headcanon: Has nightmares the of the squad one day dissolving and just forgetting each other. He’s not afraid of being left out. He’s afraid of the whole friend group just not being friends in the future. He understands that everyone is sure to drift apart a little as they grow and establish lives outside of the squad (because for a lot of them their lives are mostly in the squad and it can’t stay they way forever). But he doesn’t want there to be a day when the BB just stop talking to each other entirely. Even when families are started or someone moves away, that they’ll remember each other. It took a while for everyone to fully accept each other, but they’ve become friends. To imagine their lives just moving so far apart and irreversibly… it scares Gordon so much that he wakes up in tears sometimes because that thought haunts his dreams.

Unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own Headcanon: Gordon's palette and stomach are made of iron! He could drink sea water without batting an eye. Spicy wings challenges are no big deal to him. He wouldn't flinch at the darkest, most bitter espresso. And he digests everything like a champ. The only upset stomachs that Gordon has ever gotten were from being nervous. The food he eats never has and never will give him a tummy ache, no siree!

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Headcanon ask game

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

310 of 2023

Does it annoy you when people make their default of them kissing someone?

I gnuinely don’t give a fuck. Why would it even annoy me? It’s none of my fucking business.

Are there any names you can think of that just go well together?

I’ve never been overthinking it. My names don’t, that’s for sure.

Do you enjoy museums?

I do, but it depends what kind.

Have you ever met anyone famous?

No, I haven’t.

Describe the scariest dream you can remember?

Don’t want to go into details, it’s triggering.

Have you ever been to a mint where they make money?

What is that even? I’ve never heard of it.

Do you ever get really, really hyper?

Yeah, I tend to get the zoomies on occasion.

Are you left or right handed, or ambidextrous?

Used to be ambidextrous, but then shit happened and I had to use my right hand by default.

If ambidextrous, do you prefer writing with your right or left hand?

I  used to prefer writing with my left hand, but now I write with my right hand.

What is your favourite subject at school?

I’m not in school anymore, but it was physics.

Do you ever use Yahoo! Answers? For seriousness or for trolling?

Does it even exist anymore?

Have you ever stepped on a thumb tack?

More than once lol.

Do you have a username you use for everything? Or does it change each site?

I have different usernames for every site.

Are you in Miami bitch? :D

I’m not even in the US.

How did you break the last bone you broke?

Never broke a bone in my life.

Have you ever used Nexopia?

Never heard of it.

What has been the best year of school for you so far?

2020, in uni.

Do you have any disorders or disabilities?

Yeah. I have Marfan syndrome, epilepsy and left hand paresis.

Do you ever watch How To videos?

Sometimes, for tips.

Do you enjoy trolling?

Pff I’m too old for that.

Have you ever been to an emergency room? If so, what for?

Yeah. Once with brain haemorrhage and twice with prolonged seizures which I£ had after my neurologist messed up with my medication.

Which emoticon face do you use most often?

:D I guess.

Are you a musical sort of person? I mean, are you musically talented?

Kind of, I have great memory for melodies.

How did you break the first phone you broke?

Probably threw it to the wall because I was frustrated.

Did you have a tree house when you were a kid? If so, did you ever fall from it?

Never had a tree house.

Have you ever been on vacation to a snow field?

No, I’ve never heard of it either.

When you go on vacation, what mode of transport do you usually use?

Car, or train.

What is the worst show, in your opinion on MTV? The best?

I couldn’t care less about MTV.

Do you like Jason Derϋlo?

I’m not familiar with his work and I don’t know him in person.

Are there any movies that just creep you out so much?

I don’t watch movies.

Have you ever had a close encounter with a shark?

No, never.

Do you have any hotties on your walls?

What is hotties?

Do you ever wish dinosaurs came back to life and there were cute and snuggly?

I don’t care.

How many countries have you been to?

Six in total, but all in Europe.

How many states have you been to? In all the countries you’ve been to?

Never been to the US at all.

What is a song you heard long before it became popular and everyone liked it?

Can’t think of anything, I’m not that interested in popular music.

Do you enjoy designing things? Anything?

Yep, digital art and some music.

Do you know anyone who has gotten themselves into a serious accident?

Yeah, myself.

Can you play anything on the violin?

No, but my sister can.

Do you know what a raincheck at stores is?

No idea, don’t feel like checking. Probably something I know in Dutch.

Whose funeral was the last you went to?

One of my workmates, three years ago.

Who got married at the last funeral you went to?

Married at the funeral?? That’s fucking creepy.

What do you think of excessively long names? What about their shortenings?

I couldn’t care less.

Do you ever get hay fever?

Yeah, I’m allergic to pollen.

Do you know anyone with the last name Pilbeam?

Never heard of that name, surely it doesn’t exist in my country.

When you were little, did you have those magnet letters on your fridge?

No, but I’m a grown adult and my fridge is covered with magnets from my travels.

Have you seen the Techno Jeep video on YouTube?

Never heard of it.

Does your house have a wood fire?

Yeah, but it’s not in use and even out of order.

Do you know what a Pibgorn is?

No idea.

Can you learn the lyrics of a song by ear, or do you have to search them up?

By ear, it’s easy for me.

Do you like the name Amy?

Honestly, I love this name. I even had a cat with this name.

Have you ever got an x-ray? How about a brain scan?

I’ve had both plenty of times, especially after that brain haemorrhage. MRI machines make cool noises.

[vaovalis]

Here I am, on Man’s Road. I watched this movie tonight. Listened to its music. Thought about it a bit. I don’t see myself in any of the characters, but I see bits of them in myself. Even the Unicorn.  How long has it been since I spent any time thinking the thoughts or feeling the feelings that I’ve long just strangled to death for seeming to revolve around feeling sorry for myself? I’ve never seen much use in it, but maybe...maybe I’ve been wrong? Maybe feeling sorry for myself isn’t the thing, but being nicer to myself? Listening to myself? Hearing myself as I try to Hear others? When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain, I might still be here. When the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain, I might still be here. I think I need to take better care of me.  I don’t think I’ve been awful to myself, but I think...I’ve just assumed that I’m fine, I can deal, I can take it; that I have to be fine, that I have no choice but to deal, and that I MUST take it. If I were another person outside of myself, what would I say to me, knowing all I do about myself? I’d try to be pretty nice to me. I’ve had a hard life. I’ve seen shit and lived through shit that often broke, ruined or otherwise destroyed others; others that were strong, powerful, solid people that were not at all the sorts to break, to crumble or to die easily. I’ve lost things I don’t have words for, and I’ve done things nobody should ever have to do in this or any life. I’d admire the shit out of me. I don’t do that though. I don’t dislike me either; it’s not like one of those simple black and white things. If it were, I think I’d have figured it out long ago and on my own. I take myself for granted. I just...assume I’ll always be fine, that I’ll deal and that no matter how bad anything is, I’ll be able to take it.   And I do believe those things.  I’m not pretending to be as sure of myself as I am. Scratch that surface and all anyone will find is more surface. But deeper than bones?  I’m not my own friend either.  I don’t cherish me. I don’t dislike me, but I don’t especially like myself either.  And I think that is worse than if I simply hated myself, because it’s so fucking insidious that it’s taken me decades and getting dropped on my head in a whole new dimension to begin to realize it about myself. If I were standing outside of myself, looking at me, standing in a place like Pocket D talking to me, knowing all I do about who that person is right there? I’d marvel at how she could even function, nevermind be anyone’s friend or even conceive of being friendly and kind anymore.  I’d be dumbfounded at how utterly driven she is to not be a monster even though we’d both know that if she wanted to be a nightmare, she’d be a nightmare that none of these people in this shining world are much prepared to deal with. I’d want her to know that she isn’t wasting her time trying; that she’s fucking amazing for still trying at all, even if nobody else in this whole world ever knows, or ever can know.   Or ever should.  Or would even care if they did. I’d tell her to be a little more proud of herself than she is. As arrogant as she might seem to some, it’s because she’s just that certain that she can deal with it, whatever ‘it’ is, and not because she’s so proud that she thinks she’s better than anyone or everyone else. I’d want her to know that nothing she ever did was wasted time and effort because, if nothing else, she learned from it all.  And I’d tell her that she learns like a ravenous sponge soaking up reality, cracking its bones and sucking the marrow out because she’s just that hungry to understand.   I admire her.  I think she’s one hell of a woman that has never let anything crush her spirit or put her fire out, and I’d tell her that I’d love nothing so much as to go with her, because that lady right there in my mirror? That lady’s going on the best adventures.   It’d all be so easy to see and acknowledge and feel and say, if it were all to someone else outside of myself, and I’d mean every word of it.   Can I tell that lady in my mirror all of this and let myself mean it, or will I just be one more person in her life that’s looked at her but never SEEN her, that’s heard her but never Listened at all and that took her for granted without a thought or a care for how that would make her feel?

Nobody’s ever going to care about her if I don’t.  Not really.  Everyone else has their own story to live, their own secrets that can never be spoken, their own inner self that nobody will ever see or hear or know if they don’t.  Her story is my story though. Her life is mine. Nobody can know her like I do. Nobody can, or will ever, care about anything she’s felt, known, been or done like I do.   Nobody but me can give her that Knowing and that absolute, unconditional Understanding.   This is not the kind of thing anyone else could ever give me. I have to give it to myself. Let’s take a walk, me.  Let’s go to those secret places we like so very much and tell us the secrets we’ve never dared whisper before.

[u3pxx]

i forgot abt this poll ngl bc i didn't get notified when the timer was up DGHDJ so which one's the lie? well, let's start with the least-voted to the most-voted option!

got banned from the angry birds wiki bc made an account while being 8 yrs old

yea that happened DFGHD

not too sure if i was exactly 8 but definitely happened around that age.

i was looking at many of the wiki's mods' profiles and mimicked how they were formatted and bragged about being the youngest person on this site in my bio. and then i got banned LMAO

used to shriek "SHUT UP" so LOUD in class break bc everyone was too damn noisy

and everyone was too damn noisy!

and uh. embarrassingly, that also happened ASKSKS i don't remember when i started doing it but, as a kid, i was very proud of the fact that i had a very loud scream and, yea.

some old classmates asked me once too if i can do that rn bc everyone was too rowdy but that was at the point of my life where i realized how embarrassing that was wheezes orz

broke arm during a high jump competition and was very SAD to not be drawing :(

ach you saw through my lie! how did you do that? did i ham it up too much with the :(? ASKSKS i may have hurt myself a lot in sports but i've never broken a bone in my life.

instead, this happened to my old classmate when we were both competing in high jump.

that kind of made me a lil traumatized tho and was one of the things that pushed me to be just a lil bit more scared of doing sports like that, couldn't help but fixate what breaking all your bones feels like, whoopsies!

congrats to those who guessed right! wheezes. my life isn't very eventful but i'll try and think of any silly things that happened to me that i can make into this game if i'm bored again lmao <3

edit: oh i should say you have to pick which one is the lie DFGHDJD

[onceuponastory]

3am - bucky barnes x reader

And now it's 3AM and you're calling me up again And you wanna know if I meant every word that I said - 3am by you me at six

Plot: One night at 3am, Bucky Barnes gets a call about his ex, Y/N. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Being drunk, injuries/broken bones, a tiny mention of vomit, and a few mentions of Bucky’s past as the winter soldier (but nothing too graphic). As always, if I miss any triggers please let me know! Notes: Thank you to my bestie @staticscreenwriting / @astartothemoon for my dividers. Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

One winter night in the middle of Brooklyn, Bucky Barnes is fast asleep. For once, things around him are quiet, and he’s finally able to get some rest after the years of pain and torment he’s been through. Yet soon, the phone rings, startling him.

“Hello?” He murmurs, still half asleep.

“Hello, is that Mr Bucky Barnes?” Bucky’s brows furrow, not expecting to hear his full name at three in the morning.

“Yes…it is. How can I help you?” He expects this call to be inconsequential, at most a prank being played by Sam or the kid. However, when the voice on the other end speaks, Bucky realises that this call will be everything but insignificant.

“This is the hospital. I’m calling on behalf of Miss Y/N Y/L/N.” At the mention of her name, Bucky sits up, immediately awake. Y/N is his ex-girlfriend. He hasn’t spoken to her in months since they broke up. Since he got scared that he wasn’t good enough for her because of his past and broke up with her a few months ago. And now, the hospital is phoning him up at 3am to ask about her. Concern floods Bucky’s entire body. Although they broke up, he still misses her dearly, and would move the ends of the earth to make sure she’s safe. Despite this, he hasn’t said anything to her about it, wanting her to let her get on with her life rather than being laid down with him and his issues. Honestly, he thought she had moved on a long time ago.

“What happened? Is she okay?” He asks, speaking a mile a minute.

“Yes sir, she’s okay. She got quite intoxicated, and had a nasty fall which resulted in her breaking her ankle.” Bucky breathes a sigh of relief. This is better than expected. She’s okay. She’s not dying. “I’m calling because she has you down as her emergency contact, and she has no way of getting home.” His words make Bucky stop. Even though he’s an Avenger, Bucky and Y/N never spoke about things like this, about what would happen if the other was hurt or in danger. It was just assumed that he’d take care of her and she’d take care of him, like any boyfriend or girlfriend would do. When they broke up, they were focused on bigger things, like coming to terms with almost a year of their lives suddenly meaning nothing, or moving stuff out of each other's apartments. Neither of them thought about the little things like this, how they could suddenly be confronted with each other once again. Yet, breakup or no breakup, Bucky would still do anything to make sure she’s safe. Picking her up from the hospital is nothing. “Mr Barnes? Hello?”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Bucky makes it to the hospital within ten minutes, furiously searching for any sign of Y/N. When a nurse points him to the right room, he almost pulls the door off of its hinges with the speed he opens it. As the door opens, Y/N turns around, looking at the new entry to the room. As soon as sees Bucky, her eyes light up, and she grins. The same smile that Bucky has missed for so long. Immediately, he starts smiling too, and butterflies start to flutter in his stomach. Maybe, just maybe, her happiness at seeing him isn’t just because she’s drunk. Maybe she misses him, too.

“Bucky! What are you doing here?” She gasps.

“I’m still your emergency contact, doll. You okay?” 

“Ohhhhh! And yeah, I’m fine.” Y/N nods. Bucky already knows she has no idea what he’s saying. And judging by the moon boot she’s wearing, her ankle is definitely going to start hurting soon. Alcohol is a hell of a drug. Yet, seeing her so happy despite everything still makes him smile. It reminds him of before, when they were both happy together. Back when things were still good between them, when they could speak to each other without devolving into arguments. He misses those days more than anything in the world. In all honesty, if he had the chance to go back in time, Bucky wouldn’t go back to the 40s, before his life changed in the worst possible way. Before he became a weapon of mass destruction. He’d go back to when he lost Y/N, and try to make things right, rather than running at the first sign of trouble. 

He’s good at that. At running.

As the doctor explains the break and the healing process, Bucky listens attentively, ensuring he’s ready to support Y/N and her needs. He’s not been good at much throughout his long life, especially not talking about his feelings. But he can be good at this, at taking care of the woman he loves. He can at least give her that after their relationship broke down. And then, something brushes against his hand. And then it does again. It’s only then that Bucky realises that something is Y/N’s hand. Feeling her fingers brushing against his still sends shivers throughout his entire body. Even though he’s been alive for decades now, Bucky swears that Y/N is the only one who makes him feel alive.

Soon, the doctor sends the pair away, and Bucky wheels Y/N towards the elevator. Immediately, he feels the atmosphere change. At least when they were with the doctor they had a middleman, someone to do all the talking to prevent them from speaking to each other. Now, it’s just them both, brought together again after being apart for so long. “This is fun.” Y/N mumbles with a giggle. 

“Just trying my best to make the ride as smooth as possible for you.” Bucky replies, chuckling to himself. Yet soon, the smile fades. Sure, they’re getting along now, but that’s largely because Y/N’s drunk and doesn’t remember that they’re broken up. But what happens when things go back to normal and she does remember? When this little pocket of happiness is gone? Honestly, Bucky can’t bear to think about it. But then, Y/N starts laughing again, and he can’t help but smile once more.

Maybe he can stay in this happy time a little longer.

Soon, the pair reaches Bucky’s car, and he lifts her into the passenger side, buckling her in before crossing over to his side and buckling himself in. As he drives, the pair sit in silence. For a while, Bucky thinks Y/N has fallen asleep, and is about to check on her, until:

“You know Bucky….” she trails off, and he raises a brow. “I miss you. I don’t know why we stopped talking.” The words are murmured, but Bucky hears them loud and clear. And they almost make his heart stop. Of course, he knew she had forgotten why they’d stopped talking, but he wasn’t expecting to hear the first few words. And it hits him like a bucket of cold water. She misses him. Maybe he has a chance to fix this. 

“I miss you too. More than you’ll ever know. I regret what happened every day.” He tells her. But then, Y/N goes back to her drunk mumbling as if nothing happened, as if both of them didn’t just admit that the pain and heartbreak of the last few months could’ve been avoided. Bucky sighs. He’s probably right. She’s just drunk, and her words mean nothing.

When they reach Y/N’s apartment, Bucky helps her up the stairs and into her apartment. She still keeps a spare key under a plant pot, just like she did when they were dating. Bucky still remembers warning her about it, how anyone could find the key and break in. To his surprise, though, she simply laughed.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got a super soldier to protect me…and he’s really cute, too.” She laughed, pulling him close for a kiss. That was the day she’d been making cookies, and she tasted like cinnamon and chocolate. Remembering the memory, Bucky smiles. At least he still has those to keep him happy.

Once inside, Bucky helps her towards her bedroom and into bed. “Thank you Bucky.” She murmurs. And almost as soon as her head hits the pillow, she falls asleep, snoring softly. Bucky sighs.

“I know you’re just drunk. You’ll wake up tomorrow, and this whole thing will be just a dream, and you’ll hate me again. But I’ll deserve it.” He sighs. After checking on her again, he leaves the room, ready to spend the night on her couch. Of course, it’s not the most ideal situation as her ex, but this way he can make sure she’s safe, and that she doesn’t hurt herself any more. 

As he gets himself comfy, Bucky glances around the room. All the pictures Y/N has with him are taken down. The sight makes his heart sink. He knows that keeping pictures of you and your ex-boyfriend around after you’ve broken up isn’t something people do, but seeing them all gone is like the final nail in the coffin. The ultimate confirmation that all hope of them having a happy reunion after this is gone. And Bucky knows he only has himself to blame.

So, with tears stinging his eyes, Bucky settles down to try and get some sleep.

The next morning, Y/N limps into her kitchen, rubbing her eyes. When she sees Bucky leaning against her counter drinking a coffee, her eyes widen.

“What happened? Why are you here?” Bucky sighs. He’s been awake for most of the night, trying to figure out the best way to explain the events of the last couple of hours and coming up empty. 

“I’m still your emergency contact, so I got a call from the hospital at three this morning saying you had broken your ankle and needed a ride home. So, I came and got you.” He explains. “The doctor wants to see you again tomorrow, so I can drop you off if you want.”

“Oh…thanks for doing that.” 

“Y/N, you were drunk. I wasn’t going to leave you alone in the hospital. I brought you home and put you to bed. I know we’re broken up, but I uh, I crashed on your couch to make sure you didn’t fall over or throw up during the night. Hope that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks…again.” She nods. And just like Bucky predicted, things between them are back to being awkward. There’s no way she remembers her admission to him last night. Although he knew she wouldn’t, he can’t help but feel disappointed. Part of him was expecting them to make up right here, like they do in the romcoms.

“I’ll just finish my cup of coffee, and then I’ll go. Don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.”

“No! No, you don’t need to go.” She gasps, the quickness of her reply making Bucky raise a brow in confusion. Is she really that upset at the thought of him leaving? Does she really want him back, after all? “Not yet, anyway. You can stay a little longer.” Bucky nods, helping her sit down at her table and passing over some coffee.

“Do you want some breakfast? I could make you some pancakes, or we could order something in.” He offers.

“Some pancakes would be nice, thanks.” Bucky smiles.

“Coming right up.”

“You know….” Y/N sighs, stopping only to finish her last bite of pancakes. “That was really nice. It was just like how things used to be. You made me these every Saturday morning, remember?” The faintest hint of a smile twitches at the corners of her mouth. Bucky can pick up on the melancholiness in her voice, and how she misses their past. After all, he’s feeling the same way. 

“Yeah, I do. Those were great.” He sighs. All he wants is to tell her right then how much he misses her, how he’d give all he has to go back to those days, back to when they were both happy. He just doesn’t know how to tell her. The words just won’t link up to his mouth.

“How was I last night, by the way? Did I say anything, or was I out of it?” 

“No, not at all.” Bucky insists. She doesn’t have to know the truth about what she told him. Yet, his words make her furrow her brow.

“Well, you’re saying that Bucky, but I can tell you’re hiding something. I always could.” Bucky gulps.

“Yeah, you could.” He laughs awkwardly, and Y/N nods.

“So there’s that, and there’s also the fact that I wasn’t drunk enough to forget everything I said to you last night. At first, I thought it was a dream, but now you’re here....” Shit. “So, I’ll ask you again. Did I say anything to you last night? Like…about missing our relationship?” Bucky stammers, his eyes widening. 

“Yes. You did.”

“And you weren’t going to tell me?” She demands. “What, you were just going to let me carry on like I didn’t tell you the truth about how I’ve really been feeling?!”

“I didn’t think you meant it or that you’d remember! I thought it was just the alcohol! And besides, I wanted to say something, but the last thing I wanted was for you to wake up still hating me, and then find out you said something you didn’t mean.” Bucky explains. Y/N sighs.

“I never hated you, Bucky. Maybe at the beginning, but as time went on, I just realised how much I miss you. And I still do.” Bucky gasps, and he scoots his chair forward.

“I miss you too, Y/N. More than anything. I hate how things ended, and how I ruined everything. I’ve regretted it ever since. I was just so worried about hurting you, because of my past, but I ended up hurting you even more. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He sighs. To his surprise, Y/N starts chuckling.

“You know, we really should’ve told each other this before now.” She says, and Bucky nods, unable to stop himself from laughing too. It feels weird, being comfortable and laughing with each other after being apart for so long. Maybe though, the fact they’re able to do this shows that things might be okay between them both after all.

 “Yeah, you’re right. You know…if you’d like to start over, I’m okay with that.” When she doesn’t reply at first, Bucky gasps. “But if you don’t want to, that’s totally okay. We can take things as slow as you want.” Y/N smiles.

“Sure. Maybe after my appointment tomorrow, we can go get a drink or something?” 

“Yeah…I’d love that.” Bucky smiles.

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[kentolove]

iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre: exes reunion, angst, barely there fluff tbh but I think it can count as fluff, Just iwa being in love :(

summary: He turned away. Your heart is no longer his, but his will always be yours.

1.2k words

a/n: my lovely Lily or @9kenma​ wrote a very very beautiful kenma exes fic (which u should read [i’m forcing you to] so here is the link to it) pleasee go read her fic cause it’s the sole reason as to why this exists lol!! (also binge her masterlist as well she is v v talented)

also very subtly co-inspired by the song, “Andromeda” by Weyes Blood!

He took your heart and left for a foreign land.

That was nearly five years ago, and you like to say that you’ve recovered. Your heart is no longer tied to a man who did not love you as much as you did him.

He took your heart; he held it, then later spat on it and all you had sacrificed for him. But you’ve healed. It took months and months of work, tears, and loneliness for you to get to where you are. You haven’t felt heartbroken, weak, or defeated in years. You’re good.

But you hate the look your friends are giving you. They stare at you as if you are fragile, as if your heart will break at the mere mention of him.

“He’s coming back in two months,” Matsukawa starts. “You haven’t seen him in almost five years.”

You give him a look. “I know.”

“I’m just informing you that your ex-boyfriend — who shattered your heart, might I add — is coming back soon.”

“Don’t speak about Iwaizumi like he’s not your friend, Issei.”

“He’s my friend, but I still don’t like what he did to you.”

You roll your eyes and give him a playful shove. “Whatever happened between him and I is between us. You don’t have to hate him on my behalf. I don’t hate him myself.”

He’s analyzing you. His eyes pierce your soul, looking for any form of insincerity. You have never been able to fool him, for he is too observant for his own good.

“Issei,” you place a hand on his shoulder, “I’m okay. I promise. I stopped hurting a long time ago.”

And you’re honest. Your heart hasn’t called for his in years. You’re okay.

-

He left his heart with you in a familiar land.

Five years ago, as he graduated high school, he left behind the person he was sure he would spend forever with. He packed his bags to pursue his dreams, but along the way he lost what once meant the world to him.

He broke your heart on a beautiful day. The sun was shining and the flowers and leaves were falling from the trees and creating an assortment of bursting colors on the ground. He remembers how you smiled at him that day: eyes as bright as the burning sun. You were glowing — attached to him by the hip.

The two of you were inseparable. You spent your youth together; watching each other grow and bloom into the adults you would eventually become. You were there for every moment of his life. The day he broke his first bone, you walked alongside him and reassured him that the pain would eventually subside. When he poured his heart and entire body into volleyball, you cheered him on by the bleachers.

You were his everything, yet he foolishly let you go. He let you cry, and he let the distance drift the two of you apart.

His heart has been calling for yours since he left. It’s always been yours, laying invisible in the palms of your hands. He knows you’re worth it. You’re the only one he would trust with his whole being — his heart. Even if you may not accept him a second time, he will always give himself to you. 

He will always be yours.

-

You’re beautiful, he thinks, as he stares at you from across the room.

It’s his welcome back party, and he can’t believe you actually attended. He knew there would be some type of reunion (for his friends are far too overdramatic to not throw an over-the-top party), but he never knew that you would attend. That you would be here, in all your glory, leaving Iwaizumi speechless.

He stares at you until Oikawa interrupts him.

“Gonna stand there and keep staring at her like some pervert?”

He receives a slap to the back of his head.

“I was kidding!”

“You’re not funny,” is his only response, before his eyes move back to you. You have always moved with grace — such admirable elegance and poise. After being away from you for so long, your movements are somehow enhanced. You’ve grown as has time has passed, and you’ve become more of a wonder. 

He wants to know you again, familiarize himself with your body and mind once again.

“She doesn’t hate you,” Oikawa gently says, and it’s a tone Iwaizumi is not used to hearing. “She healed.”

Iwaizumi smiles. You’ve always been strong, never letting anything falter your movements.

“That’s good.”

“Go talk to her,” Oikawa encourages. “It’ll be good for you.”

With a nudge to his back, Iwaizumi is forced to make his trek towards you. You look so vibrant, laughing with one of your old high school friends that Iwaizumi forgot the name of. You were always so sociable — adapting to every and all situations thrown towards you. He envies you. He loves you.

You notice him before he reaches you. You had once told him that you would always recognize his presence: whether that be by footsteps, breath, or voice. He curses your receptiveness, however, for he wishes he had more time to admire you.

“Hey,” he greets.

He’s nervous. Anyone around him can tell, for his eyes look anywhere but at you. You wish there was a cloud of comfort surrounding the two of you, but there isn’t. It faded and dwindled long ago, when the man packed his bags and left you with tears and a shattered heart.

So you create that cloud of comfort. With a step towards him and two arms wrapped around his torso, you create a haven. One that takes you both away from the crowd — from the overbearing music playing through the speakers.

“I missed you,” you whisper into him. Iwaizumi knows what you mean. You don’t yearn for him as he yearns for you, but you still love him. Not with as much force and passion as you once did, but the love is still there. Alive and burning, but not with the same urgence as it did five years ago.

His heart shatters.

He holds onto you with strength. You know what he means. He years for you in a way that you don’t for him. He wishes that he could take back his past mistakes and find solace in your presence like he once did. 

But your heart has healed and no longer cries for him.

“Yeah,” he pulls away from you, “I missed you too.”

“I hope you’re happy, Haji.”

You’re cruel. The nickname brings him back to a time filled with laughter, kisses, and promises. Promises that he broke and that he will never be able to mend again.

“I will be,” he smiles, “one day.”

Minutes are spent gazing and admiring one another. After so many years apart, the two of you spend time familiarizing yourselves with one another. You notice his stature, his muscle, and his sullen eyes. He notices your calm persona, your smile lines, and your bright eyes.

“I love you.”

“I know you do,” you take his hand in yours. 

You pause. 

“I love you, too. But not in the way you want me to.”

He knows. He could never hate you for it.

[jtrokujo]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐂¿

paring: Mikaela Hyakuya x fem!Reader

(they’re 18+!!!)

word count: 4k

warning: this story contains sexual content

gerne: smut

summary: there are days when they get along well but there were also days when they hated each other like the plague and even though they love each other?

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The weather is neutral, but I wish it got better.

The sun is obscured by the gray clouds, but it's not windy or anything.

You could even go out with a top.

However, y / n decided to take a seat in the four walls with a number of different books and a tall pile of books right next to them.

As she gently leafed through the pages of the somewhat older book, she felt a stab.

Of course it didn't hurt since no one was attacking her, but it felt like someone was watching her.

Without presenting her feelings, she took some books and put the rest where she got them.

Immediately after leaving the library, she stopped in the middle of the path and said with an annoyed sigh, "Bathory, I know you're here."

He stands grinning in front of y / n, but could hardly show a disappointed face.

With his head tilted to one side, he looked at his prey and smiled at her immediately. "I prefer you to call me by my first name, dear."

“I do what I want and not what you want, Bathory. Besides, I have better things to do than waste my precious time being influenced by you. "

When they told the vampire, she continued on her way, or at least intended to.

As quickly as he came, he grabbed her arm just as quickly. "But y / n, why is it in such a hurry?" asked the vampire, amused, pressing more and more on hers with every second, so slowly you could hear her bones. Y / n had to react immediately!

Without thinking for a second, she dropped all of the books on the white floor and immediately grabbed her gun. "You should let go of me!" y / n's voice rang out down the hall and immediately shot the vampire in the arm.

His blood spurted around her.

Y / n got his blood on her face as well as on her clothes - it was the same with Bathory, also the wall and especially the floor got his blood.

"Disgusting." mumbled y / n and wiped the blood on her face, although she knew herself that it would be of no use.

"What's going on here?" Everyone but not him.

"Hello Mika!" said Ferid with delight and turned to get a better look at him.

"Have you lost your nerve again?" he asked me annoyed, but he only looked at me for a few seconds and immediately saw Ferid's blood spatter.

"What do you mean 'again'?"

Even if we've known each other for a long time, we both have to admit that one and the other have diverged. Sometimes it was his fault, sometimes it was me. There were of course moments when we got along really well, but in the end they weren't enough in my opinion.

"Since you've lived with us, at least one vampire must have got something from your weapon."

Said the blond-haired vampire while his eyes stared at me.

I'm not understating when I say that his eyes alone make me feel naked.

Mika only manages to control me through his eyes, even though I should be the one who should control every vampire or the various books I spend most of my time on just one more bad joke.

It was enough for vampires to exist and more than hundreds of people took their own lives just to be able to enjoy themselves. To this day I cannot forgive any of the vampires for what they did to me or those around me. I know myself that there are bad ones, but what is their goal?

Or do you have a goal?

"Y / n." I heard his voice.

Awakened from my trance, I see his eyes again. However, they do not have this previous aura, no, they are a little stricter this time. When I gave him a sign of his attention, the lecture immediately came, "You are old enough to know how to behave and with whom to behave. If you show this behavior to someone else, I'll let that person do it . " and do what they want, because I haven't had the nerve for someone like you for a long time. So finally know your limits before I use my weapon against you! "

Impressive. From sentence to sentence his voice grew louder and louder. Seriously, I never expected or even had the idea of ​​this side of Mika in my life, but here it is. Wonderful y / n, now you have managed to sink deeply with Mika, which is actually the very last thing I ever wanted to achieve in my life, but life has never been a paradise.

With a chuckle, Bathory put his arm and my shoulders and spoke to Mika.

"But, but Mika shouldn't be so strict with her. She's just a little girl again, not even now, is she?" "If I were that little girl, you would surely have two arms instead of one." After saying my sentence, I picked up the books that were still on the floor and didn't say goodbye to anyone, why should I?

Bathory is nothing more than an idiot who uses his satisfaction to see others suffer rather than provoke them too.

While Mika nudges both children like a father, although the other is to blame for everything.

When I got to my room, I put the books on my table and sat on my bed, thinking about the old days. However, I don't think of the days with loved ones that I lost, but of those that I spent with Mika before he gave me a “better life”.

I could leave it all behind at any time and either not start an old or a new life, but I love to have him in my heart for it.

Sighing at my thoughts, I give up and stood in front of my closet for the next minute.

While the lukewarm water felt the white bathtub, my clothes landed on the floor.

This life is more of a calling expected of others than a life of its own. A break does no harm to anyone.

I said to myself and after a few seconds I closed my eyes.

After my bath or a break from the real world, I'm just choosing which book to read.

As I was about to start the new book, someone knocked on my door.

Hesitantly, I said the door was open and waited for the person behind it to appear. Please leave it all but Bathory.

Sighing, I immediately put my hand on my left breast and saw him, Mika.

To be honest, I'm happy to see him, but I'm not, but I don't need an explanation. "Good evening." he said in his usual tone. Without making a big head out of it, I repeated it myself, but added if he needed anything from me.

Shivering, I answered my question in the negative and came up to me with slow steps.

The only thing I could do was do nothing. I stopped. When our faces are a few centimeters away, his arm came slowly towards my body, until he reached for something, when he had this in his hand, he came back with a few steps and immediately held a book in my face.

"I really recommend it, I have to say, you have pretty good taste when it comes to books. I've read it several times because these stories, the writing style, the plot and most of all the characters are up to me." uniquely well written down to the smallest detail. "

I looked at the vampire in amazement. "You read that too?" "Y / n, if I hadn't read it, I wouldn't have a clue either."

A little ashamed of my oh-so-intelligent question, I also looked at the floor.

The whole time there was nothing to be heard, neither a little intoxication, nor even breathing. But after a few seconds, Mika also broke the embarrassing silence by taking a few steps and holding out his arm to me. I don't understand it about myself. When Mika is around, I either act annoyed or neutral. However, countless butterflies gather in my stomach when I think of him alone!

"Y / n ... y / n?!" Mika looked up, gave me a neutral look and at the same time held a few strands of my hair and asked me if he should tie my hair up with a towel. I gently took the wet strands of hair from his hand and began to giggle at my discomfort and nervousness. The thought of me being weird was always out of the question.

"I think I'll blow dry my hair. I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow."

"I'll see you at dinner or tomorrow." repeated Mika before she disappeared from my room.

Locked in the room and caught in his deepest thoughts, he stared over the ceiling.

The reviews of that day haunted him to this day when he also dreamed them.

Sleeping now wouldn't be for him, even though it is shortly before 2 o'clock.

But what can you do about it?

The vampire rose from the bed, stretched out, and decided to go for a walk immediately.

As he walked through the empty corridors, he always hoped not to meet anyone.

Whatever stays that way.

Bored and hands in his pockets, the floor caught his attention. It didn't take long, however, because he was amazed to get up when he saw the light coming from someone's room.

He was more than sure whose room, or rather chamber, it was.

It was Y / n's.

He stopped in front of it, thinking, held out his hand and wanted to knock on the door. At the same time he quickly put his hand in his pocket. This scenario takes about 3 minutes. But it wasn't the vampire's nervousness that was unusual, no, why should he be at y / n's door? This is funny.

Doesn't he often seem annoyed or stern in your presence?

Well, he doesn't even know what's going on in his head.

After an eternity, the vampire finally knocked on the human's door and immediately heard "Come in" from the other side.

Without telling himself twice, he opened the door and saw her. He saw her spread out on the large bed with several notes and books.

Stressed out. You can't see it from the outside, but even Mika can confess that he thinks it is strange to see y / n at this time.

"Do you need something?" she asked him and fixed him with her gaze.

"Shouldn't you be sleeping long ago?" he asked and at the same time crossed his arms over his chest.

"Mika, I could ask you that too, don't you think?" sigh y / n and slowly start piling up her notes and books together.

When Mika offered her help, she politely declined and slowly and carefully put the things on her desk.

"If you have nothing special to do, you can always keep me company, you know?"

Yes, even if there is an argument between the two, they still get along well. However, they don't seem to be as close as they used to be. Without saying anything, Mika accepted the offer and sat next to y / n.

Was that really wise?

The smell of y / n gets over his head, but he's not as easy to lose control as other vampires.

Breathing hard, Mika rubbed her eyes and hoped that this unbearable smell would go away any moment.

Easier said than done.

If only I had drunk blood in the last few days. The vampire cursed.

Y / n noticed his unusual behavior and tried to communicate with him, but to no avail. She called his name several times, tapped him on the shoulder, and shook him a little. He seems trapped in his own world. For the first time she seemed to see someone so trapped in his own world. When will he regain his senses?

Annoyed, she hit his skull with her fist, which led to a groan of pain from Mika's mouth. "What does this mean?!"

“If you are tired, please go to your room and sleep there.

Both rolled their eyes in annoyance.

"You have nothing to say to me, human."

"Oh really? What are you going to do about it, vampire?" It wasn't a mistake by y / n, but rather Mika's mistake. If he hadn't called her a human, she wouldn't have called him a vampire. Nobody except Mika knows right now how much he hates vampires and yet he is one himself, but you have to remember that he never wanted to be one. Not everyone is lucky in life.

As I said, even if it was his own fault that she reminded him, he completely lost his nerve. Slowly she approached y / n, she already felt the dark aura coming towards her. However, y / n did not want to show the fear that is in her and slowly rising above her head. She will regret it. "Repeat when you have the pity." "What is the problem? You called me human and I called you a vampire, but you know what makes me be silly, get out of here, vampire. ”Without further ulterior motives, Mika grabbed her wrist and squeezed the bones with her hand listened from print to print. When she wanted to reach for her gun, which is under her top, Mika was a second faster and threw it directly to the end of the room. When Mika immediately released his hand from Y / n's wrist, she saw an emotion in his eyes, sadness.

He was hurt, but shouldn't he care? What should a little person who plays with little guns do against a vampire, ask him about a game? However, he saw her more as a person, he saw her as someone he can love, with whom he can laugh, of course he had had these people before in his life, but they have long since disappeared. Oh how much he loves her.

If only she knew how many letters he wrote her, but never gave them to her, but hid them in his room.

"I'm really stupid." Mika muttered trembling to herself. Y / n heard it and slowly walked up to him "Mika, that was very childish of me and, to be honest, I'm sorry." When she tried to touch his shoulder, he knocked her away and looked into her eyes, it was their fault.

“I don't want your decisions! I never wanted to be a vampire! If you don't know anything about me, please be quiet and think twice before you open your door! ”The whole room went quiet, pretty quiet. It was rather uncomfortably quiet for y / n, but she preferred to keep her mouth shut because it looked like Mika was looking for the right words. "Why do I love you? Tell me Y / N, how can I love you when you hate me so much?" His voice was fragile and it was tormented to hear it that way. "Mika, I had never hated you before." Exhausted, Mika sat down on the floor and looked at the gun at the other end of the room. "Every time I see a gun like that, I hate myself even more." “Even if it sounds a bit clichéd, for example because of the current situation, I have to and want to admit that I love you Mika. You are in such pain and apparently you have torn old wounds. You didn't deserve that, nobody deserved that. ”Y / n sat like Mika on the floor and hugged him. Her warm body against his cold one. As if in slow motion, their faces stood a few inches apart until their lips met.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

With my hands on the back of his neck and my tongue seeking his, his fingertips dance from my thigh under my top.

Only he managed to make me shiver everywhere in a few seconds with the help of his touch. Not through his ice-cold skin, no, only through him. In keeping with the mood, the cold raindrops hit my window pane. "Waiting." he whispered to me.

Not a second later it was pitch black in my room. The butterflies in my stomach just like Mika don't know when to stop, but I love it, never let it stop! His lips kissed every inch of my skin and whispered to me how divine my body was. His hands slide up my top until it finally brushes over my head. The first item of clothing is already on the floor. My legs were around his waist so he could pick me up and lay me on my bed. When he did that, his lips were still on my skin.

As I lay down comfortably, I watched his clothes land piece by piece on the floor. His belly is built like that of a Greek god and although it is dark the moon shines on him. One could have immediately thought it was a godsend. The boxer shorts were the only items of clothing that remained. While I was about to take off my pants, Mika took my hands and indicated that he could do it himself. When my pants peeled off my skin, he looked at my legs in admiration and immediately threw my pants on the floor. Now stand half-naked in front of my bed. The red cheeks on his cheeks were clearly visible. "Are we really supposed to pull this off?" I asked Mika and looked him in the eye. His lips approached my ear and he breathed softly, "Y / n, the question is not, we should, but we can. A human and a vampire, is that a good chemistry?"

"Why don't we want to find out?" I whispered and kissed his shoulder in time. Now he looked at me again, but with clearly red cheeks you could have thought he had a fever, but I can't blame him, because even when his ice-cold body is on top of mine, my body manages to have a hot temperature.

As our tongues played with each other again, our hands explored each other's bodies. While one hand pinches my buttocks, the other is right on my bra clasp.

Moaning slightly, I also pinched his buttocks and felt my muscles tense. A low gasp left his delicate lips, which made me even weaker. My temperature rises more and more with each of his touches.

I can not stand it anymore!

He knows very well that he has the upper hand!

When my bra, like the rest of the clothes, landed on the floor, his ice-cold hands brushed my arms up to my hips and brushed the last piece of clothing across the floor.

I was breathing hard down in my zone.

His hands were on each thigh so I couldn't pinch my legs together. Apart from the horniness, I could hardly move my legs because of his strength, you can not say that he is so strong. The horniness in me is going like crazy! With every breath Mika takes against my area, the butterflies in my stomach fly crazier.

When his tongue brushed my cervix for less than a second, I let out a gasp. Immediately afterwards he pressed his tongue against it and danced with it at the same time. That I'm getting wetter is not only clear to me, but also to Mika, when he was his tongue in my entrance, she explored every single inch inside.

Overwhelmed by shame and lust, I pressed one hand against my mouth so as not to make a noise from you, and the other on his white-blonde hair.

Every time his tongue penetrated deeper and he spread my thighs wider and wider, it honestly hurt, but I don't care about that at the moment because as good as he makes me feel no one is going to do it and I want it too nobody does it because I just want them. Because I just want Mika.

When I thought it couldn't get better, I was wrong. When he started sucking, I was done. My lustful moans got louder every time I sucked, but I do my best that nobody but Mika can hear it. When he freed his tongue from the entrance again, he stuck his middle and ring finger in the next second and didn't give me a second to get used to it. The speed of his fingers is unique!

No matter how much I press my hand against my mouth, my moans stay louder.

Several times his name groaned, which only drove him to increase the speed. My orgasm is nourishing. When I groaned and said I was about to be there, he didn't stop but continued. His tongue dances on my cervix and his fingers successfully hit the G-spot every time, it's just breathtaking!

When my orgasm came, I screamed his name with relish and breathed heavily as I stared at the ceiling.

His beautiful face approached mine, but he devoted his lips to my ears and whispered, "A second round won't hurt you." Aren't my trembling legs enough for him? In the middle of the kiss, I slowly felt his member inside me, but my nails clawed behind his back in pain, we continued the kiss. Now it was Mika who groaned in the middle of the kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed my chest as his hips began to dance. Is it still normal for him to make me feel this way? Because on the one hand I can no longer, on the other hand I want more! Mika's one hand is on my thigh while the other is on my chest. The way he plays sensitive nipples is superb.

I don't know how he makes me feel so good, but I want him to never stop. "Mika, don't stop." I moaned in his ear and wrapped my legs around his waist. When he saw me, I didn't know how to feel. Because his eyes are blood red! He slowly approached my neck. That cold breath worried me even more. He didn't bite me, however, but instead scratched his designated spot with his fangs as the blood flowed from the wound, so it propelled him and made him much faster than before. The clap of our skin was just as loud as the satisfying moans from our mouths. "Y / n." he groaned my name and immediately turned me around. Now my back was visible to him. With both hands on our hips, our bodies clapped together. When I moaned his name one last time, the orgasm came, Mika pulled his member out of me and rubbed it with his hand until finally the white sperm speared out of his body.

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏

After Mika helped me cleanse my body, we are back in bed naked. "Do you think we can do it?" Mika asked out of nowhere. “I don't think so, I know, Mika. And I think you should too. "The vampire looked at me lovingly and finally kissed me on the lips and immediately afterwards whispered" Good night, y / n. " "Good night, Mika."

[lubdubsworld]

The Devil’s Own.

Jungkook x OC

Mafia Au!

Warnings : Non-Con ! Manipulation, Degradation, Shitty hero with no redeeming Qualities you have been warned. ( i mean he does get better but not much.) 

Summary : Just Mob Boss Jungkook doing mob boss things. 

Chapter 1

“ Sign it. ”

I glared at him, feeling sick at the tone. The entitlement.

“No.” I said sharply and I could feel his anger swelling, morphing into something dangerous and deadly but I couldn’t care anymore. I was tired. Exhausted. This cat and mouse game had gone on , long enough. It wasn’t an even playing field, in any sense of the qword.

If today was the day I died, so be it. I would accept it. I would even welcome it.

I was done.

He had everything : an empire at his beck and call , enough money to pave the streets of Seoul in gold and an army of loyal associates behind him. His face was plastered on Billboards across the country , the President posted pictures of him on his fucking SNS and delegates from other countries had to wait weeks , just to get an appointment with the youngest billionaire South Korea had ever seen.

And yet none of those white collared dignitaries saw this side of him. The dirty, violent ruthless man who had more blood on his hands than anyone else in the country. My father’s. My brothers’.

Jeon Jungkook was both the most revered business man in the country and the undisputed king of Seoul’s criminal underbelly.

“You defiance only makes me want to break you in other ways Elena.” He said warningly and I felt my throat go dry. I stared at him, wondering how someone could look so expensively gorgeous and yet, like a hardened criminal.

The expensive silk shirt, the fitted slacks and the handmade shoes ought to clash with the dark ink that covered his entire arm and neck, the piercing on his eyebrow and the glint of metal on his tongue but it didn’t.

It just all came together to make him the most attractive man in existence.

I took a deep breath. Perhaps begging was the way to go?

“ You have my father’s company. You have my brother’s Hospital and you have the family mansion. It’s all yours. This bakery belongs to my mother. It’s all I have left of her. My sister in law is pregnant , due any day. She needs a place to stay and I don’t… I don’t have money to rent anywhere else.” I said desperately, thinking of the paltry wage I earned waiting tables. I could barely afford food for myself let alone for Jisoo and the baby on the way.

The bakery was abandoned but it had a roof. The furniture was crumbling but I could fix that. If I didn’t have to worry about rent, I could save up enough to make it livable. At least till I got a better job.

“I’ve offered you solutions for all of that.” He reminded me softly, eyes trained unblinkingly on me and I stared at him.

“I’m not going to be your whore.” I felt my voice shake.

He grimaced.

“You aren’t qualified to be my whore. And I don’t need one either. Whores are not my thing. I have a beautiful fiancée, don’t you remember? ” He grinned. I felt my heart ache because that fiancée was once my best friend. The only person I had trusted with my entire life. Lisa had betrayed my trust, had spied on my father’s operations and brought him down and I had the horrible, horrible inkling that she had also had something to do with my father and brother’s untimely death in a car crash.

But I couldn’t think about that. Every time I thought about her my heart broke and head spun, and I had to be at my maximum mental capacity if I was going to deal with her heartless fiancée.

“ If you ask me, you’re not fit for anything more than a back alley blowjob for a couple bucks. But Hoseok thinks you have potential. Join his agency, there are a lot of very wealthy men who have a bone to pick with your father. He made a shit ton of enemies. Most of them would love to fuck the defiance out of you. ”

His words felt like worms crawling all over my skin and I could feel the nausea churn inside me.

“I’m not signing the bakery over. You can call the creditors. I still have another year and half to pay the one remaining loan and they won’t come for me till then.” I felt my head begin to throb and Jungkook sighed.

“Suit yourself.” He stood up and I stayed still, watching his tall frame tower over me with ease. He gave me a small bitter smile. It was fraught with hatred and I stared back at him, knowing the emotion was probably mirrored in my gaze.

“Beautiful Elena. As pretty as the day you left me at the altar.” He smirked and I flushed.

“Your vengeance is petty and pointless and unfair…just like you.” I said angrily, frustration building u at his words. The way he talked about our broken engagement like it even mattered. It hadn’t even been real. We had hardly spoken and my father had called the wedding off at the last moment. But apparently, that had been the last straw for the Jeons. They had come after my father’s entire existence with a single minded intent to destroy him and they had succeeded. The man was dead . His two sons were dead.

But apparently it wasn’t enough.

Jungkook stared at me, slipping his hands into his pockets.

“Maybe. But it’s also deadly and potent. And it won’t rest until I see you reduced to nothing but a whore on the streets, spreading your legs for every man who can afford you.” He laughed. “ Saying no is a luxury , one that you’ll soon be unable to afford.”

I refused to be cowed, refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words scared me. Because they did.

They scared me so damn much.

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“This bed is so lumpy… I’m so sorry, unnie..” I said apologetically but Jisoo shook her head quickly, palms cupping my face as I held her elbows, gently lowering her to the bed. I stared at her feet, feeling my heart race at how swollen they looked. That can’t be normal, a voice whispered and

I didn’t know if that was normal and I had no money to take her to a clinic. The social center we usually went to only allowed three visits per month and we had used it all up. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and spend the thirty thousand won it would take but that would mean no groceries for a week and surely bread and eggs wouldn’t stretch that long, even if I could sneak meals in the restaurant for myself.

“I’ve been feeling a little dizzy…I’ll just sleep.” She said tiredly. She was thirty six weeks along, not due for another four weeks but her blood pressure was erratic. Her lab numbers were oscillating and there had been talks of an emergency c section. Even with insurance it was way more than I could afford but I had my own jewelry, a few expensive trinkets from my teenage years. I’d been obsessed with diamonds and my father had indulged me and I had a pair of earrings left. I’d already sold the rest but this would take care of the medical bills for the birth itself.

“My shift starts in ten minutes. I have to go. Give me a call if you need anything…” I said softly and I saw the familiar blank and listless look come into her eyes. I knew she was depressed, dealing with grief and pregnancy and loss but there was nothing I could do for her. Nothing. I had applied for a bunch of other jobs but they never wrote back. It wasn’t easy, being rejected over and over again but it wasn’t like there was much else I could do. And the truth was I was resigned to this, accepted that at some point I would have to take more loans and be stuck in an endless cycle of debt for the rest of my life.

And I had made peace with that.

There was no future for me. And I was okay with just surviving.

If only Jungkook would let me.

Apparently, watching me wipe down greasy tables and mop up floors and toilets trying to earn just enough to get a few square meals didn’t soothe his anger. It only fueled it. Jungkook couldn’t fathom that it had been six whole months of me on the streets of Seoul and I wasn’t completely destitute yet. I’d kept myself and my sister in law alive, safe and it pissed him off.

He wanted to see me broken and on my knees, begging him for help. The idea of me somehow surviving despite him taking everything away from me, it just didn’t sit well with him.

I couldn’t afford to have him as an enemy so all I could really hope was that one day he would wake up and give up. One day he would just wake up and decide that I wasn’t worth it.

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When I walked into my shift and noticed a familiar pair of high heeled Louboutins , completely out of place in my seedy place of employment, I knew I was in trouble. Lisa sat against one of the booths and her gaze was fixated on the door which meant she was waiting for someone. And when her eyes narrowed at the sight of me, I just knew I was the someone.

She wants to get me fired.

It wasn’t rocket science and I felt the urge to turn right back around and leave.  But I tamped down on it. I could get through this. I would get through this. Lisa and Jungkook got off on invoking reactions and I wouldn’t give them that.

Except it wasn’t that easy.

It was a nightmare, watching her demand and reject and walk all over me but the sleeplessness from the past few days made spacing out easier and I just stared away at the wall as she yelled and complained and made a scene.

“You’ve stopped fighting? Finally giving up? Good…” She hissed when the manager apologized to her and told me to meet him after my shift and I felt myself tremble in indignation.

“I won’t fight you or Jungkook, you and I both know I can’t afford to.” I said quietly and she went still, something flashing in her eyes for a second. It was gone before I could fully process it but it had been there. Guilt.

Lisa wasn’t a terrible human. She had been a dear friend. We had grown up together and she had even hugged and teased me when I’d been betrothed to Jungkook, all those years ago. I had been twenty back then, naïve and spoiled. While Jungkook had taken my father’s entire legacy apart, piece by piece, Lisa had been nothing more than a pawn. I remembered all the times I had let her home, how she would disappear for lengths of time.

Planting bugs all over the house. All over his office. Jungkook had been smart. Someone like Lisa, so fascinated by thr wealth she had grown up around would naturally jump at the idea of more. It wasn’t greed. It was human nature. And with her help he had destroyed everything my father had built over decades.

I shuddered. My father hadn’t been a good man. He had been greedy, yes. But he hadn’t deserved to die. And Jungkook would have to pay for that sin, someday.

“There’s a job waiting for you in Hoseok’s club.” She smiled cruelly , “ you don’t need this one.”

“The fact that you want to take it away from me, tells me that maybe there’s nothing left in you save.” I said blankly and she turned her nose up at me.

“I have Jungkook. I don’t need to be saved.”

I shook my head. She was so naïve. Men like Jungkook cared for nothing but themselves. But I wondered if women like her didn’t care for anything but the money that came with being his. Money was precious, I thought bitterly. I’d never realized how privileged I had been until I’d had it all ripped away.

“He’s the one you need saving from. And one day you’ll realize that.” I shrugged, not in the mood to offer her anymore life advice.  If she was alright with being a trophy wife in exchange for a few pretty shoes that was her prerogative.

Before she could reply,  my phone rang.

“Hello?” I asked nervously and I felt my heart drop to my knees when I heard who it was.

I turned on my heel rushing inside and my manager gave me a look of surprise.

“ My sister..she’s… she’s sick. I need to go.” I said desperately and his eyes narrowed. It was the worst timing. He was already annoyed because of Lisa and I stared in disbelief as he quickly shook his head.

“No. I’m sorry Elena…I just can’t let you leave like that…” He said sharply.

It was so unfair.

“I haven’t taken a single day off in five months…” I said desperately..” Please, she’s pregnant..She needs me, she-“

“If you leave, you won’t have a job to come back to. I can’t do this.. First you make trouble with a customer and now you just want to walk out in the middle of your shift without any notice…”

“Fine. Fire me.” I snapped, because I’d just had enough of it. I was exhausted, and tomorrow I’d go knocking on some other tore and I’d get a job. I lived in Seoul …How hard could it be? For now, I had to get to Jisoo. I had to get the hospital and things would be okay.

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It wasn’t okay.

“I… You want to keep her in? So soon?”

“Her blood pressure is through the roof. There are signs of severe pre eclampsia and we want to get her started on a magnesium drip. Steroids to help the baby’s lungs incase we need to deliver…”

“Deliver..?” I couldn’t breathe.

“Yes, I’m sorry…. If her blood pressure doesn’t come down we’re going to have to deliver.”

I nodded, glancing at the bed where Jisoo was sleeping, her face swollen and I knew that she was sick. Really sick. She looked pallid and ill.

“Is she going to be okay?” I asked hoarsely.

“We’re going to do what we can… But I’m going to be honest, we’re looking at a c section, a lot of meds and also some time in the NICU for the baby…. Can you afford it? Your sister’s insurance only covers 80% .”

I blinked, completely thrown. White noise rushed through my ears,  a dull throb settling right at the base of my skull and beginning to spread all the way to my arms and back. It was panic mixed wth anxiety mixed with despair and I couldn’t quite cope. The earrings wouldn’t cover all that.

“Oh… Oh..yeah.” I said dully, “ Of course I can… Let me just…. Can I have a moment? There’s somethings I need to do.”

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I carefully slipped the cash into the envelope, swallowing as I sat on the pavement. I’d got another call from the hospital, they had administered the steroids but Jisoo’s condition seemed to be worsening. They wanted to try inducing labour soon but they wanted me to pay for the room and for the medicines, and apparently, the earrings weren’t as valuable as I thought they were.

I fought nausea wrapping arms around myself as I stared at the cars whizzing by, the putrid city air clogging my lungs as I tried to come to terms with what was happening. Jisoo needed help. She was the only one left and she carried my brother’s son. I felt my throat clog when I thought of Daehwan. He had been a good guy. I had loved him. It wasn’t fair, what Jungkook had done to my family, I thought miserably .

And the only reason I wasn’t driven by vengeance or anger was because I was nothing like Jungkook. I hated him. I didn’t want him to live in my head, didn’t want to waste any part of myself on him , not even my anger. But it was hard when he wouldn’t let me breathe, always at my heels like a wolf : jaws snapping and blood thirsty eyes trained on me at all times. I couldn’t fathom his obsession sometimes. Surely, his hatred was uncalled for now? He’d taken everything from me anyway.  

There was a dull roaring in my ears, one that said that this was not really a surprise. I’d thought about it way too often, had considered it countless times. Had even spent one absolutely horrifying evening scouring the streets of Seoul’s red light district just to see how sex workers behaved.

I’d also realized that in the face of desperation, dignity didn’t hold much value.

You are going to pay your debts on your back and on your knees.

The first time Jungkook had thrown it at my face, eyes glinting with glee, my stomach had rebelled so hard. I’d been absolutely infuriated, had thrown a vase at him. And it had been awful,  watching him catch it out of the air with ease, his mocking laughter making my bones rattle as he shook his head, “ That’s how this ends, Elena. Mark my words.”

And it was pitiful ,  that he went through life so consumed with hatred and vindictive cruelty that he couldn’t leave me alone . He was pathetic. That’s how I saw him. A pathetic child who refused to stop tormenting the helpless ant on the floor although it was no match for his cruelty.

At some point Jungkook was going to win. And his idea of winning was seeing me stripped bare of the one thing that kept me alive : my freedom.

It had just happened sooner than I’d thought.

Because I knew what it would mean, to go to Hoseok. He would own me. Hoseok’s whores were all slaves, tangled in his web so badly that there was no hope of escape. He wasn’t cruel but he was smart. No one left the his ‘ agency’ once they went in. I would be lost, forever. And I couldn’t stomach it.

I stared at my knees, fists clenched on the fabric of my skirt. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the contacts. I considered it carefully. I had to do this on my terms. Had to make sure I retained some sort of control here.

And I knew just how to do it.

Hoseok picked up on the third ring.

“Hello.”

“I need help.” I croaked out.

The deep chuckle made my skin crawl.

“Elena Gong. What a wonderful, wonderful surprise. What can I do you for?” He drawled.

“Well sweetheart, I’m all out of charity so you’re going to have to make it worth my while.”

I took a deep breath.

“I’m a virgin.” I whispered.

The line went completely silent.

“What?” The amusement in his voice died.

“You heard me and I’ll let you cash in on it. I’ll let you auction it off…” I tamped down on the burning protest in my lung, the screaming inside my head that said it was horrifying, that I was considering this. “ But only if you keep my terms.”

“What makes you think you have a say in that.” He said sharply and I laughed.

“I belong to your world, Hoseok. Did you forget that we were friends, once.” I whispered and he didn’t reply.

Laughter, kindness, a big brother I could always count on, hobi oppa, nine year old me with my fingers curled around his wrist as we ran all around the gardens , a smile so wide that he could spread sunshine on the gloomiest days. Different from Jungkook and Namjoon and Yoongi and the others. Willing to include a ‘ girl’ in his playtime. Lisa and I the only girls, not even fazed watching as the rest of them wielded toy guns and mock interrogation scenes, pretending to kill and maim and torture because that was the world we were born into.

“We’re not friends, Elena. Let’s get that straight. The only part of you that holds any value to me is th part between your legs. So tell me, what do you want.”

“When was the last time you auctioned off someone’s virginity? You know how much money you can make off something like that. Not just from the sale itself but from the entire night. Your club… Your gaming hell…. All of it.”

“You expect me to believe you’re a virgin. At twenty seven.” He scoffed.

“Put the word out, everywhere. If you find one man who says he’s slept with me , I’ll back off.”

“That would require me to tarnish your  family name. And you’re alright with that?”

I smiled biotterly.

“Isn’t that what you and your precious Jungkookie want? To see the last living Gong, be labeled as a whore and a slut.”

He didn’t reply.

“I’ll give you that. You can do it… You know that will only interest more people. As Jungkook so eloquently put it, most of them would love to fuck the defiance out of me.”

“What’s the catch. What do you want. ”

“2 billion won.”  I said firmly “It will be one night. One night only and I want enough money to pay off every one of my father’s debts, to get me an apartment for my sister in law and to support her and her baby for a year at least.”

“Done.” He said without missing a beat and I went still. What must it be like, to throw around money like that without a care in the world. And it sickened me that Jungkook was probably ten times as rich as Hoseok , the money my father owed him and his associates not even pocket change in comparison to his gargantuan wealth and yet, he stayed on my heels, snapping his jaws like a dog with a bone.

“And Jungkook doesn’t get to watch.” I said softly, knowing exactly what Jungkook would get off on.

That made Hoseok laugh.

“You know him too well. I keep forgetting he was madly in love with you once.”

I resisted the urge to vomit. Jungkook didn’t know love. He knew ownership. He didn’t love me, he thought he owned me. That I was his to play with…. For the rest of his life. And when my father had denied him that, just like a toddler in a toy store being denied a shiny toy to break and trample on, he had thrown a temper tantrum.

Except his tantrums always ended in death and destruction.

“That’s the deal. He doesn’t turn up there to gloat.”

“He’s heading out to Switzerland for a week , two days from now.” Hoseok said evenly.

“Good then. My sister in law…she “ I swallowed. “ She’s in a hospital in Yongsan. I’ll send you the address.”  

“I’ll take care of it. But I want you here tonight. I’m not going to drop a couple billion won on your head without making sure I’m getting my money’s worth. And I can’t have you changing your mind and bolting either. My reputation is on the line here. If I put out the word that I’m serving something so fucking delicious and then back out, they’re not going to want to buy Hobi’s wares anymore. You understand what I’m saying darling?” Hoseok drawled and I knew exactly what he was saying. If I agreed to this, it was blanket consent for him to whatever he wanted.

“I won’t back out. I can’t. But this is one night. One night with whichever bastard you choose and that’s it. I want out.  I don’t want you or Jungkook hounding me again. Ever.” My voice shook as I dug my fingers into my knees.  

“My men will be there in ten minutes. Sit tight, princess.”

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I stared at Hoseok as he carefully poured me a finger of whiskey, neat. He gave me a smirk and I shrugged.

“you remember.” I said casually, throat itching because it had been way too long since I’d had quality alcohol. I missed the burn,  the warmth , the numbness that followed.

“Of course I do. You could drink all of us under the table with little effort. It was spectacular.” He laughed and I leaned back against the couch, letting my head fall back.

“I was half certain that you would have a doctor around to make sure I’m a virgin.” I stared at him and he shrugged. “ Pointless. You’re twenty seven, you’ve probably had stuff up there anyway… Not like your hymen’s still going to be intact.”

I thought it was rather horrifying, that I didn’t feel nearly as mortified as I should. This was how Hoseok talked, matter of fact and open and that was why he was so popular. Anytime an important person came into the country, Hobi was the one who offered entertainment for the night. Hobi’s girls were always the prettiest, most well behaved and perfect. They were educated, knew what they were talking about and he didn’t force them into the life. They loved it, enjoyed it and it showed.

Not to say he was a saint.

Far from it.

Hoseok knew how to dine with kings in castles  but also how to wrestle with  swine in the gutter. The seedy brothels in Seoul’s back alleys were his as well, and he ruled his kingdom with an iron hand. The prostitutes there feared him, one look or word enough to silence any rebellion, any thought of escape.

He was called Hope. And yet somehow that was exactly what he denied the women under him. There was no hope here. There was only lust and power and money. You came to Hobi…. You never left .

I took the glass he offered, taking a small sip, savoring the taste.

“But you believe me. I wonder why.” I watched him closely and he scoffed.

“Between your father and Jungkook, no one ever really had the pluck to come anywhere near you  did they?”

Undisputable.

I sighed, leaning back to stare at him.

“Do you think dying hurts?” I asked softly.

It was frightening, how his entire body went stiff, eyes wide and jaw dropping.

“Elena, what the fuck-“

“Its just a question. You’ve killed people. You’ve watched them die… how do you think they feel?” I asked , curious.

“None of them wanted to die. If that’s what you’re asking.” The look in his eyes made me nervous.

I stared at him and the question was obvious. None of them wanted to die, but do you?

I didn’t.

“I’m not thinking of killing myself , oppa.  Stop looking so horrified.” I laughed. He shook his head.

“ Don’t joke about that. It’s not fucking funny.”

I sobered up, remembering with a jolt. Ah, of course.

“I’m sorry. I forgot.” I said quietly.

Hoseok’s little sister had killed herself when I was seventeen. She was a year older than me and her father had lost her in a wager to a seventy year old man, known for torturing his bedmates. She had heard the news, taken a deep breath and taken a deep dive off the seventeeth floor of the condo where she lived with her mother.

I’d been engaged to Jungkook by then. And I had almost wanted it. Jungkook wasn’t old at least… twenty one to my seventeen.

“Just so you know, he’s going to find out. And he’s not going to like it.”

I shrugged. Three years is a long time to be preyed upon and now my mind was resigned to a life of being hunted. Hoseok was right. Jungkook would find out and he wouldn’t like it.

Good.

“I don’t care what he does anymore. All I care is that Jisoo and the baby are left out of whatever plans he has…. If you promise me you’ll keep them safe , I’ll cooperate.”

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It was a baby boy.

I stared, fingers itching to hold the baby but it was impossible, the little one whisked away to the NICU right after with respiratory distress and Jisoo had gone into a seizure, eyes rolling back into her eyes.

She as alright now, resting in a VIP room with the best care money could buy. Hoseok had asked me if I was happy with the arrangements, and if I would name the boy after him.

I stared at the room, large and breezy and filled with flowers and gifts, toys and baby stuff and I knew right then that I had sealed my fate. I was going to have to go through with this. I could imagine how much Jisoo would protest when she came to her senses. The only relief was that it would take her a few days to be good enough to fight or protest. But then this would all be over and done with.

Jungkook would leave this afternoon. His flight was at three.

I would reach the club at five. The patrons would arrive at seven.

One night, I reminded myself , staring at the gentle rise and fall of Jisoo’s chest as she slept, my fingers playing with the soft skin on her wrist. The IV line went through her veins and I watched the gentle drip of it.

One night.

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I didn’t know how auctions happened and while I’d been prepared for the worst kind of humiliation,  Hoseok assured me that he wasn’t going to make me stand naked on some podium or something.

“Generally, I would do something like that simply for the flair of it but consider this a favor ….a respite because you were, as you said, once a friend.” He gave me an even smile and I could only nod in mute relief.

I was grateful. Beyond grateful.

And what was more, he hadn’t told anyone, who I was.

That stunned me. Because wasn’t that the selling point? The murderous, greedy mob rat Gong Hyo Suk’s only daughter forced to spread her legs for one lucky stranger? If Hoseok had cashed in on that he would have made a fortune. But he hadn’t. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Would , whoever it was be upset if he recognized me?

I was led to a bedroom, large and tastefully decorated with silky satin sheets and dark curtains and dim lighting that lit up parts of the room and left other parts plunged in darkness. Hoseok had told me to wear whatever I wanted and I realized with a pang that he really didn’t see this as some sort of transaction. He was trying to make it as easy as possible without making any decisions for me. Offering me choices and options and some illusion of being in control.

I didn’t have anything fancy so it was just a dress shirt that I borrowed from Hoseok. I’d left the underwear off, eager to merely get the whole thing over with. I felt a sudden overwhelming urge to laugh out loud.

If Jungkook were here he really would have lost his damn mind, simply because of how little this whole thing affected me. And that was it, really. He was always desperate for a reaction.

Earlier when this whole thing had started, I’d obliged him with that. I would scream, rant and yell….launch myself at him like a wildcat, scratching at him , fists flying  and it was obscene, how much he seemed to enjoy that. He would press me up against walls and tables , fingers choking the breath out of my lung, just so he could see me struggle and push back.

He fed off from every negative reaction I offered him and it had taken me a long long time that the way to beat him was to become passive, unresponsive. I would go limp in his arms, stare at him blankly as he tried to manhandle me and that…that had pissed him off. Because that meant I wasn’t playing his game anymore.

If the prey wasn’t playing, the game wasn’t fun anymore. It was drab.

Boring.

And I knew that Jungkook kept raising the stakes, kept tightening the noose around my neck….just to bring that girl out again. The one that had wanted to put up a fight . The one that wanted to mouth off even with the muzzle of a gun pressed against her head. The one who would spit in his face in front of all his associates, even if it earned her a vicious strike of his hand across her face.

I shuddered. They weren’t memories I liked reliving.

Well, if that was who he wanted, I’d make sure he would never see her again.

The door opening made me jump and Hoseok came in , with a wide grin on his face.

“Baby…. Your guest for the night.” He said softly and I peered over his shoulders, my heart and mind grinding to a halt when I caught sight of what had to be the most breathtakingly beautiful man on the face of the planet.

I felt my heart begin to pound, fear taking over because this wasn’t okay. Not really. I was okay with old, creepy and disgusting , not able to get it up for more than ten minutes.

I wasn’t okay with someone who looked like they stepped right out of the latest issue of GQ.

Hoseok left quickly, closing the door behind him and the man stepped into the light, the brightness lighting up his perfect features even more. I felt my throat go dry, and fought the urge to get up and run. Growing up as the daughter of a mobster , I’d learned how to trust my instincts over appearances.

And right now, every single one of those instincts screamed at me that this man was absolutely dangerous.

“Well, you are beautiful. I’ll give you that. “ He said casually.

“Thank you.” I said stiltedly, watching as he tugged on his tie, pulling it off his neck deftly . Instead of tossing it aside , he wrapped it a bunch of times around his wrist over and over as he smiled at me.

“Don’t thank me yet. The only reason I like beautiful things is because of how easily they break.” He smiled.  “ I haven’t been with a virgin in a while…. I miss the screams.”

And there it was the full blown panic that came with stark terror. I crawled back on the bed, staring as he moved closer and there was no mistaking the look on his face, the harsh grip of his hand on my ankle telling me that I was going to regret every one of the choices that led me here.

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“Hoseok wasn’t at the airport.” Jungkook observed casually, glancing at Yoongi as the latter finished cleaning his gun carefully, eyes fixed on his weapon with utmost concentration.

“He’s holding some sort of auction tonight. Some chick …” Yoongi said casually and Jungkook hummed. It was not the kind of thing he was interested in. Anonymous bids were often boring : actresses or female idols past their prime, desperate to make some money to survive. He had no interest in those but he was a little peeved that Hoseok hadn’t told him anything about it.

Hoseok was one of Jungkook’s most trusted friends. He was almost as powerfully rich as Jungkook and the only reason Jungkook reigned supreme was because Hoseok had no interest in challenging him for the throne. Hoseok was dangerous and cunning and loyal and Jungkook was grateful to have him on his side and he had hoped to see him before leaving. Just to ask him to keep an eye on Elena.

He grimaced, hating himself.

God, he couldn’t go two hours without thinking of her. It fucked with his head, the amount of space she took up inside him. Jungkook , for all his wealth and power, was driven solely by his need to prove himself. He wanted to be powerful and terrifying yes, but more than that , he wanted people to know.

He wanted people to look him in the eye and acknowledge him for what he was : the most dangerous man in the country. He liked seeing that fear, that worship, that admiration. He got off on it. He wanted it , craved it and for some reason he craved it more from her , than anyone else.

And instead of giving him what he wanted, instead of begging on her knees for mercy, instead of licking his shoes and begging for him to let her live….she ignored him. She looked at him with defiance and pride, her chin straight and her back unbending, her gaze locked right on him like she was his fucking equal….

And Jungkook, he’d taken a lot of insults. Taken more than his fair share of hits in life …..

But when she looked at him like that , like he was something stuck to the bottom of her shoe….

Fuck it drove him wild with fury.

It made him want to teach her a fucking lesson, to remind her that he owned her because he owned everything. To break her down, snuff out the flames of defiance that burned so bright in those ember eyes… Take her into his bed and brand her with his body. Till she was on the floor, on her knees covered in his spit and cum begging for mercy….

Because no one looked at Jeon Jungkook like that and lived to tell the tale..

“Seokjin’s here. Landed in Korea a couple of hours ago. ” Yoongi said casually and Jungkook smiled a bit at that. He loved his older brother, technically a step brother and growing up he had only saw him when he visited his mother in China. That meant a couple of months a year and now as adults,  a bit more often because Seokjin loved Jungkook and liked to visit him often.

Seokjin was a celebrity trainer, working with actors and athletes and he did a good amount of modeling as well. He was rich,  handsome and well liked and the only thing that gave away the Jeon blood in him was the fact that he was a sexual sadist.

The face of an angel with a devilish streak, he had a penchant for sadism and inflicting pain on his partners and while Jungkook didn’t particularly enjoy indulging him, he knew there were women who were into that and usually had them arranged for when Seokjin dropped by in Korea. His hyung’s visit seldom lasted more than a few weeks at a time and it was a pity that he would miss out one whole week of it .

But the issue in Switzerland was a little pressing and Jungkook had to be there in person to sort it out.

He leaned back against the seat, staring out of the window, sighing.

“An unsullied dove ….What the fuck is this shit..” Yoongi muttered and Jungkook turned, curious.

“What?”

“Hoseok’s been hyping up some new girl for the auction and Seokjin hyung’s bidding on her.”

Jungkook laughed at that.

“Jungkook…..” Yoongi’s voice is completely stunned, his eyes confused as he looks up at Jungkook.”  Its Elena.”

Jungkook’s thought process came to a grinding halt.

There’s a sound between his ears, a dull rushing sound like the wind in a storm and he can’t quite comprehend what he just heard. Even Namjoon who had been buried in his laptop , looked up then, tugging an airpod out of his ear.

“Wait…did you say Elena?” His eyes were wide , lips parted in shock. Yoongi and Namjoon exchanged glances, no doubt bracing themselves for the explosion that was to follow.

Jungkook took a deep breath.

“Turn the fucking plane around.”

That jolted Namjoon out of his stunned stupor..

“Turn-? Jungkook what…. We’re on a fourteen hour flight-“ Namjoon began but the look on Jungkook’s face made him stop.

“DID I FUCKING STUTTER?”

Namjoon swore.

“Fucking hell… alright just calm the fuck down, Jesus…just put a fucking bullet in that girl’s head and spare us all the headache fuck…” He growled, unbuckling his seat belt and rushing to the cockpit and Yoongi groaned.

“ Let me guess you want me to get in touch with someone in Seoul and ask Hoseok to hold off on letting Seokjin near her…”

Jungkook glared at him.

“If you already know that why the fuck are you still here…” He growled and Yoongi gave him a look.

“Just tell her you’re in love with her and let us live, Jeon Jungkook.”

In love….. what the fuck….

He glared at Yoongi’s back, his asinine words making him madder. God he wanted to crush someone’s skull into dust with his bare hands.

And right now, in his head , that skull belonged to Jung fucking Hoseok.

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 “What just happened?” I asked, frantic staring at the door as Hoseok’s men casually led a fuming Seokjin away while the man himself stared at me, looking pale as parchment.

“ Jungkook found out.” He said shortly and I felt my heart drop although I was half relieved because there had been something insane in Kim Seokjin’s gaze when he’d reached for me , a cruel glint of hunger that told me he would have hurt me really badly if Hoseok hadn’t barged into the room , frantic and worried.

He had given Seokjin a wide smile and then, “ I’m so sorry. We were waiting on her blood results and turns out she has a…. well, certain occupational disease that is very infectious.”

Seokjin’s mouth had dropped open even wider than mine.

“I thought she was a fucking virgin.” He had snapped, and I flinched at how cold and furious he had sounded.

But apparently there was a reason this whole thing had happened.

“What do you mean Jungkook knows? What does that mean?” I asked frantically, fear taking over.

“ He’s heading back here… He wants to see you.”

I felt my entire body go ice cold as I shook my head…

“No…fucking no bring Seokjin back here , he can fuck me that was the fucking deal, Hobi, please don’t../…”

“Elena , I’m so fucking sorry.. Seokjin…he’s fucked in the head…. He likes hurting his whores, likes making them bleed and he would have fucking destroyed you…”

I gaped at him horrified.

“What?!” I hissed shaking my head in disbelief.

“He’s Jungkook’ stepbrother. I’ve arranged whores for him before, I knew he was a little crazy but I’d never seen him before and I didn’t know he was the Kim Seokjin…fuck he outbid everyone and fucker looks like a fucking angel, how the fuck was I supposed to know he’s unhinged? Thankfully, I messaged Yoongi and …. Fuck… Listen… I know I paid for your sister’s surgery but you’re going to have to pay me back….”

I felt my body convulse in rebellion.

“I can’t.. You know I fucking can’t…”

“I can’t make an enemy out of Jungkook…. I can’t.” Hoseok shook his head. “ You can get out of here now if you want but I’d advise you to stay. If you run it’s only going to make Jungkook angrier.”

“WHAT DID I FUCKING DO TO HIM?!!!” I screamed, feeling my composure crumble into smithereens. “WHAT THE FUCK DOES HE WANT FROM ME?!!”

Hoseok flinched, stepping back and holding his hands up.

“Whether I want to or not, I answer to Jungkook.  I shouldn’t have done this in the first place , I’m sorry Elena.” He shook his head and stepped back like the coward that he was and I wanted to hurt him. To shake him and ask him to fucking remember who I was. That I had nothing to do with my father’s sins . That I had been a fucking marionette in his hands, had wanted nothing more than to be left alone.

I stared at him in disbelief.

“So much for being a friend…” I whispered.

His jaw tightened. But he didn’t look guilty. None of them ever did. It was like guilt didn’t exist in their world. They did what they wanted to whoever they wanted , whenever they wanted and they got away with it because that bastard’s word was law. What Jeon Jungkook wanted, he got.

“I’ll get your clothes sent in.”

I watched him leave, the door slamming shut behind him and sagged against the bed, staring at myself. What had just happened?

Was I born to endless misery and misfortune?

Couldn’t I catch a fucking break?

I’d agreed to sell myself hadn’t I? Would have even let Seokjin hurt me if that was what he wanted. Because it was one night. It was one night of this…whatever the hell this was and then freedom. That was the deal.

The door opened again and I stared as a young girl brought me a pile of my clothes neatly folded.

“Do you work here?” I said sharply.

She blinked before bowing her head.

“Yes, mistress.”

I scoffed.

“Don’t call me mistress , I’m here to get fucked, just like you. Tell me does Jungkook ever use the women here.” I demanded.

She looked trapped, glancing at the door, clearly wanting to run .

“Tell me.” I snapped and she flinched.

“I..uh..yes. Sometimes.” She said softly.

“Can you tell whoever fucks him next to kick him in the fucking balls?”

The girl bowed deeply and all but ran out and I sighed, feeling myself shaking. Jungkook was on the way here and I wanted to yell and scream and rave at him but I knew that was exactly what he wanted. I wanted to deny him the satisfaction …wanted to act all cool and composed in front of him but it was impossible…

Because I hadn’t realized just how tired I was of this whole thing, till right this moment, when the end had been in sight. I was supposed to get my two billion won pay off all the debt , give Jisoo the rest of the money and disappear. I was so tired, so tired of this life I’d gotten trapped into, slaving over for hours on end just to afford a couple of meals a day. No friends, no boyfriends, no hope of a future …..

The door banged open and I jumped, crawling back when I recognized the man who had just entered.

“Yoongi-“

“Jungkook wants to see you.” He ground out and I swallowed.

“I need to get dressed. Please just wait outside.” I said shakily.

And then the door opened further and a tall looming shadow stepped in familiar and vomit inducing.

Jungkook looked livid, piercing glinting through the dimply lit room and I stared at him. He was dressed in a tight black t shirt, he sleeves stretched thin over his biceps and the tattoos stark against his skin.

“Leave us.” He said softly and Yoongi moved away to the door leaving me alone with the devil himself. I cursed myself for not putting at least my panties on, I was naked underneath this shirt and although it was big it left nothing to the imagination.

Jungkook’s eyes raked over my form before resting on my face.

“You think you’re smart enough to outsmart me, Elena?” He whispered softly.

I swallowed.

“Send you brother back in. He can fuck me and I’ll pay you back.”

Jungkook hummed, stepping closer and grabbing my clothes from the bed, he grabbed the plain white bra and the pastel pink underwear and then to my complete and utter mortification he brought the clothing up to his face, breathing in .

“Fucking pervert!!!” I screamed, feeling the action like a physical touch and wanting to claw his eyes out and the smirk on his face told me that this was exactly what he wanted but I was too fucking gone to care.

“If you want me to be a whore, fine. I’ll be a whore. But on my terms…” I spat out and he shook his head, laughing.

“I don’t just want you to be a whore, Elena. I want everyone to know that you are one…” He dropped my clothes and moved closer, holding a hand out. “ Come here.”

I stared at the inked fingers, adorned with sterling silver rings and bracelets with the motifs of his gang. I shook my head.

“No. I’m not playing this game with you.” I turned my face away.

His hand shot out gripping my upper arm with enough strength to bruise and I screamed, agony shooting up my arm and shoulders as he dragged me off the bed and onto the floor. I landed hard, hips and elbows bruising from impact and I stared at him in disbelief.

“I’ve been to gentle with you. You’ve forgotten your fucking place.” He bent over and grabbed me by my hair, yanking me to my feet so hard that it felt like my scalp had been ripped away from my skull.

“Okay…okay…Okay Jungkook..just…!!” I said softly, flinching because my pain tolerance was almost zero and Jungkook’s grip was so hard that my eyes were beginning to water now. He let me go, grabbing my panties off the floor and tossing them at me.

“I’m going to count to five. Put those on and get out.”

He walked out of the door and I stumbled a little fumbling with the fabric before quickly, slipping my legs in and yanking it up to my waist. I made to put on something else but his voice came, loud and impatient.

“Get the fuck out here.”

I walked out of the door and he was standing there next to Hoseok. I couldn’t meet either of their gazes , hating how they had so much power over my life. I stared at the floor. It was tempting to yell at them and scream but that never led anywhere.

“ I’ve asked them to stop the payment on the Hospital bill. Seeing as Elena hasn’t kept her end of the bargain.”

I felt my breath hitch at that, willing down the tears as I glared at him.

“What do you want?” I snapped. “ Tell me who you want me to fuck…. I’ll do it. Let’s get this over with so you can go back to whatever sewer you fucking climbed out of. ….”

Hoseok’s breath caught like he couldn’t believe what I’d just said and the look in his eye was a warning but I was sick of this. Sick of them all.

Jungkook turned to Hoseok with a laugh.

“You see hyung? See why I can’t let her go? If I let her scot free, everyone’s going to think I’m a pushover….that any worthless bitch can talk to me any way she wants and get away with it….” He shook his head, staring at me with a glint in his eye. “ I’m not going to choose. They are. You think you can charm your way into Hoseok’s heart and get special treatment? You think you’re ready to be a whore, Elena? Let me show you how a real whore gets treated in Hoseok’s club.”

He gripped my wrist, yanking me behind him as he stalked off down the narrow corridor that opened up into the club. I let myself get dragged out into the club dismally aware of the fact that I was wearing nothing but Hoseok’s shirt. I could feel eyes on me but I kept mine on the back of Jungkook’s head as he dragged me all the way to the front. I knew what he was going to do and at this point I was just numb.

There was no point reasoning with the devil.

I glared at him as he pointed at the stage. “ Get up there.” He whispered harshly.

I stared back at him, not moving. I saw Jungkook’s jaw clench.

“Either you go up there by yourself, with your clothes on. Or I carry you up there, after stripping you naked. What’s it going to be? ”

I glared at him, pursing my lips before climbing up using the small stair in the side. I moved to the center, right in front of the stage lights, so the rest of the room would disappear. I had no wish to see any of the bastards in the room.

“I think all of you recognize this little beauty here, don’t you?” Jungkook’s voice was cheerful, friendly even and I bit my lips, fists clenched. “ Well, if you don’t let me tell you . This is Gong Hyo Suk’s daughter. Remember that bastard? He put a hit out on my father. Killed him and my mom on the night I was supposed to be marrying his fucking daughter. A daughter who later called off the wedding, because I was too poor now, to give her the life she deserved. ”

I felt the familiar ice cold guilt in my vein. I was seventeen, I wanted to scream. I was seventeen and all I did was say what my father asked me to say, do what my father asked me to do.

“ That was nine fucking years ago… and you know what I told myself…. I told myself, that a greedy little bitch like this, doesn’t deserve shit.” He laughed. “ If money’s what she values the most, then the only thing she deserves is to be treated like the whore she is.”

“Why don’t you guys tell me, how much money you’d be willing to spend, to fuck her? Come on, Hobi’s been treating you guys so well lets help him make some money tonight… be generous. ”

I could barely hear what they were calling out but when Jungkook climbed onto the stage next to me, I jumped. Moving back instinctively, I winced when brought a forearm around my throat nearly choking me as he dragged up against his body.

“90 million won….That’s a lot.” He grinned. “ Jihan hyung….. that was you right? You’re gonna pay 90 million won for her?”

I felt my heart race, it was a lot. More than enough for the Hospital Bills, would even leave extra to get a decent apartment somewhere... I grabbed his wrist as it pressed into my throat, trying to pull his hand off me but he just wrapped his free hand around my waist, wrapping his entire body around mine and chuckling into my hair.

Jungkook pressed his head against mine and I froze, hating the close contact.

“Okay…but since I’m feeling a bit left out here…Why don’t I pitch in… 500 Won.” Jungkook said loud and clear.

I froze. An eerie silence fell over the club, laughter stilling and the clink of glasses slowing down.

What.

I struggled to get away from his but his hold tightened.

“Anyone else?” He called out. “ Come on… Not even thousand? Surely you think this one here’s worth a thousand won? Aren’t you going to outbid me?”

No one responded of course they didn’t. Jungkook’s anger was palpable and no one was going to get on his wrong side …..

“Ahh… is that it then? Bid’s going to close for 500 won then…. Hear that baby?” He whispered against my ears and I swallowed. “ 90, million won to five hundred won in a few seconds… What does that tell you?”

“It tells me you’re a fucking psychopath in love with your own voice… Get off me.” I hissed.

“No. What it tells you is that only I get to decide how much that body of yours is worth, not you. . You don’t get to go sell your fucking body behind my back for two billion won and then pay off all your debts and ride off into the sunset, that is not how this works….”

I went limp in his arms fighting tears because he never played fair. Never.

“Hear that Hoseok-ah… I win her for the night for 500 won…fair and square…. Is that alright?” He called out into the darkness and I felt the first inkling of dread begin to seep in.

“No.. No… get off me.” I hissed and he laughed, dragging me off the stage with ease. I screamed, kicking out in disbelief.

Jungkook grinned at me, before grabbing both my arms and yanking them behind me, and I whimpered, unable to move as he easily pulled me along to the door that opened into the hallway. Behind us I heard Hoseok’s voice.

“Jungkook, don’t be impulsive. Think about whatever you’re going to do.”

I flinched at that, panic building.

“He’s not going to do anything. I’ll fucking kill him if he touches me , I-“

“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch.” He shook me hard till my teeth rattled and I sobbed out.

“Jungkook…” Hoseok warned but he merely snarled.

“I know what I’m doing hyung, just…. Don’t disturb us. And make sure everyone here knows that she’s open for business.” It was loud enough to carry through the club and I felt humiliation burn my throat, acrid like acid.

I froze in disbelief.

“Jungkook …” Hoseok’s voice held a tone of reproach.

“ And tell them that her body is amazing. Tell them she spent the night with me , the best fuck I’ve ever had , mouth made for cock.”

I stared straight ahead as he pulled me all the way to the room we had left earlier and I tripped when he shoved me inside, landing on my hands and knees . I quickly rolled back around to land on my ass, crawling back as he slammed the door shut and locked it from the inside.

He stared down at me, mouth grim.

“You do owe me a wedding night. I was so ready to fuck your tight cunt, nine years ago… I think I’ve waited long enough yeah.”

I stared at him in disbelief. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, to yell and scream and protest and fight so he could get off and forcing me…. Fucking psychopath.

I took a deep breath and nodded.

“If you pay for my sister in laws bills, and give me an apartment sure. “ I shrugged. “You’re not any different from any of the bastards here. I don’t give a damn which one of you idiots wants to rut into me like the absolute animal that you are…. I don’t care…” I said softly.

“you don’t? Really? You want me to tell you what your brother said when one of my men put a gun into his mouth…. He begged for his life…said he had a kid on the way….” Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. “I told him it was better than what his father did…. My sister was six months pregnant when his lieutenant gunned her down on the streets.”

I shuddered, wrapping my arms around myself.

“Why are you telling me this…” I snapped.

“Because she didn’t deserve it did she, Elena? She didn’t fucking deserve to die like that , like a dog on the street when she had nothing to do with any of this…. She didn’t deserve it.” He growled, bending down and gripping my chin hard.

“Maybe she did deserve it.” I spat out. “ If I deserve to be here, maybe your sister deserved to die too. “

He snarled, hand flying to my hair and dragging me up off the floor in one sharp yank. I whimpered as he pushed me on the bed, before climbing on top of me. I felt like every bone in my body was about to snap in two, the weight of him unbearable on me.

“I won the bid tonight…. I won it fair and square… You signed the waiver didn’t you…that you agreed to the auction…I won and I’m going to fucking collect.” He growled, and I kicked out, trying to buck him off of my body.

“Get off me.” I hissed. “ I’m not letting you fuck me for 500 won.”

“How about for your Jisoo then?” He whispered and I went still.

“What?”

He chuckled, reaching down and I felt my pulse pound as he pulled his phone out, dialing quickly and turning on the speakers.

Yoongi’s voice made me go ice cold. Everyone knew what Yoongi did for Jungkook.

“Daehwan’s wife is in a hospital room in Yongsan. Hobi’s got the details. I think she’s served her purpose.”

“No!! JUNGKOOK NO!!” I  screamed , thrashing so hard my head began to spin but he grunted pressing down into me harder.

“Are you serious? I’m not home yet… I can take care of it tonight.” Yoongi said, voice casual and I sobbed, shaking my head in sheer terror.

“Okay… I’ll behave.. I promise.. please just don’t…”

Jungkook hummed.

“Well, that was easy… Yoongi-yah… why don’t you stay on the phone yeah…. Going to get that wedding night I’m owed and if my baby doesn’t co operate you know what to do, yeah?”  

I bit my lips, glaring into the sheets as he gripped my waist, pulling me up.

“Ass up like the bitch that you are, baby.” He whispered and I felt my entire body shudder in disgust. It was worse because I hadn’t done this before. Didn’t know what to expect. But I couldn’t let him know that. If Jungkook knew that I was a virgin, I could just imagine how much fun he’d have with that info.

Hands gripped my wrists, pinning them to the bed and I turned my face away when I felt the press of his lips on my cheeks. He gripped both my wrists with one hand, keeping them pinned over my head and I flinched when I felt his fingers pulling the fabric of my panties aside, just enough for the blunt head of his cock to press against my slit.

“Yoongi, you there?” Jungkook said softly and Yoongi grunted over the phone. I felt my face flame in embarrassment.

“You’re a sick bastard but I’m used to it. What’s up?” he said casually.

“Remember how we used to wonder just how tight Elena’s cunt was… back when we were in school.”

Fucking monster, I thought in disbelief. I hate him I hate him I hate him….

“Good times…” Yoongi chuckled lightly .

Jungkook pushed into me in one hard thrust and pain shot straight up my spine, my insides burning like he’d fucked me with a knife and not his body. I couldn’t stop the cry of agony that got torn of me, my eyes tearing up and tears spilling over onto my cheeks.

“Damn Jungkook, she okay?” Yoongi’s chuckle made me want to claw his face off, and just the urge to kill was growing inside me.

“Well, I can confirm that it is, in fact just as tight as we thought…” He grunted, thrusting into me at a pace that was inhumane, every push and drag of him rubbing my insides raw and I bit down on the sheets under me, afraid that I would do something absolutely humiliating, like beg him to stop.

“Good, you should let me take that tight ass for a ride someday then. With her permission of course…. I’m a gentleman after all. Big on consent.” He laughed and I swallowed the urge to tell him that I would puncture his balls with a switchblade if he came anywhere near me.  

“Oh, she’s going to do whatever I ask her to….aren’t you baby…” He grunted, “ Turn around so I can see you.”

He pulled out of me, his weight lifting off my body as he moved away. I couldn’t move, limbs numb and insides throbbing in pain . His palm landed on my thigh, hard and the sharp sting of it made me jump.

“I said turn around, I want to see your face when I fuck you.” Jungkook growled. I stayed limp, breathing hard and he grunted impatient, fingers sinking into my hair , yanking me to my knees and the movement made my legs scream in protest.

“How’s she so quiet? You fucked the voice out of her, kook-ah?” Yoongi asked amused and Jungkook pulled me by the hair, dragging me to the center and pushing me down till my head landed on the pillow.

“Hyung you should see her right now, all fucked out …. Like she’s never had a dick in her before.” He shook his head, “ Fucking slut. Take that off and hold yourself open for me.”

I stared at him, uncomprehending and he grabbed both my hands, placing them on my knees.

“Grab your knees and pull your legs back… So I can fuck that tight cunt the way I want to.” He said slowly, like I was a dog he was trying to train and I stared at him , defiantly.

“ Go to hell.” I whispered.

Yoongi’s laughter came from somewhere to the right.

“Your dirty talk needs work, Kook ah… Tell her she’s a precious little kitten and she makes you feel really good…. Bitches love that shit…”

Jungkook hovered over me, grabbing the back of my thighs and spreading them wide enough to make me whimper in pain.

“Is that so babygirl? You want me to tell you that? That you make daddy’s cock feel good?” He cooed, nudging the tip against me again and I had never hated anyone so much in my life. I stared up at his face, and he smiled at me, a cheeky little grin that made his bunny teeth stand out and for a second he looked so deceptively angelic and the glimmer of his piercing caught my eye.

I couldn’t help but swallow, gaze trained on the glint of metal on his tongue.

“You like that?” He grinned suddenly, sticking his tongue out for me to see, I felt my eyes widen at how sinfully good he looked .” Hyung she likes my tongue piercing.”

“Show her how it feels on her clit.” Yoongi laughed and I could barely fully process what I heard before Jungkook was crawling down my body, arms, curling on my thighs and yanking me onto his tongue .

I felt the press of his tongue on my slit, licking right into me and the jolt of pleasure was so unexpected, the pleasure so unwanted and yet so overwhelming and I couldn’t stop the way my body thrashed against the streets, lips parted as I practically mewled out in pleasure.

“Definitely a kitten…” Yoongi called out and I shuddered as Jungkook slipped two fingers into me , the ice cold press of his ring inside me making me jump. I wanted to pull away, grab his hair and yank him off but I couldn’t because it was

“Next time I’ll put the dick piercing in too, yeah? Fuck you with a bit of metal on my cock so you can feel that up there…. ” He laughed into my thighs and I screamed when he bit into the flesh there , hard.

“I’m getting bored… Either turn on facetime so I can at least jerk off to this , or I’m hanging up…” Yoongi called out .

“Hyung she clenches down on me every time she hears your voice… Just stay on for a few more minutes yeah, she tastes so fucking good, I’m gonna cum soon….” Jungkook added another finger, slipping in deep before spreading them apart inside me. I whimpered when he pushed his tongue in between the wet digits, licking into my walls and I could feel the ball of his piercing drag against my walls, ice cold and hard.

Was it fucked up that I did clench down on him again, my body apparently a slave to my base desires even as my mind screamed that he was the absolute worst bastard on the face of the planet.

“Elena, you owe me a blowjob at least for this…” Yoongi called out and I glared at the phone.

“I’ll bite your fucking dick off if you come anywhere near me.” I snapped.

“Fuck, I could get off just to that mouthy fuckhole of hers…..” Yoongi grunted.

Jungkook pulled away, climbing back up over me and lightly slapping my breasts.

“Now, how about you open that mouth and let me fuck it?”

Yoongi snorted from behind us and Jungkook glared at the phone before glaring at me again.

“Well?”

“You want to know how hard I can bite?” I said sharply, the pleasure ebbing away into nothing and resentment taking it place, the momentarily physicality of the situation fading and the reminder of who he was and who I was entering my sex addled brain.

“No.. You’re right…. But you know what, I’m not feeling it anymore. I was right.. you really aren’t qualified to be my whore. Your body…it’s frigid like a fucking popsicle…such a fucking turn off. ” He reached over and hung up on the phone.

“Now…”he whispered, leaning in closer and I yelped, when his fingers closed over my throat..” Shut your mouth and take what I give you like a grateful bitch.”

I swallowed when he pushed into me again, his pace steady as he fucked into me, eyes closed and I realized that he was almost fully dressed having just unbuttoned himself enough to get his cock out.

When he stiffened, spilling into me his eyes blew open and he locked eyes with me, wide eyed and for one horrible second he looked young and vulnerable and hurt.

I blinked as he pulled out, the sticky warm mess of his cum dripping down my inner thighs and onto the sheets.

“Well, that was much worse than I thought it would be.”  He said and I stayed on the bed as he grabbed his phone and buttoned himself back up.

He smirked at me and then reached into his pocket.

I quickly pulled myself together, ignoring the aches and pains and getting to my knees before reaching for my dress on the bed. it was kind of pointless because I still had Hoseok’s shirt on and I wasn’t going to take that off in front of Jungkook.

“Well, I’m a man of my word , Elena so…here you go..just as we discussed.” He tossed a coin on the bed and I stared at the engraved 500 on the shiny surface, feeling my rage swell inside me.

“If you still want to work out a payment plan for your sister’s bills …. Why don’t you come to my office tomorrow?” He tossed his card on the bed before  moving away to the door.

Fucking bastard.

Author’s note : My whole life is filled with regrets .