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rina-writes · 3 years ago

Note

jack sits down for an interview and reader walks in and sits down and jack’s stunned by how naturally beautiful she is and as the interview goes on, she’s asking amazing questions and he’s now definitely sexually attracted to her and he just has to tell her… so the interview never airs.

idk what you’re gonna do with this lmao i was just word vomiting

A/N: Okay stay with me here LOL I know these are completely different concepts, but they came in around the same time and I was like omg an angst to fluff waiting to happen. Hopefully, I pull this off and you both like it because I had to bend your ideas a little to make them fit together.

The Real You

Warnings: Fem!reader, model!reader, angst-to-fluff, lyrics quoted out of order, one reference to “healthy eating”/”diet”, suggestive towards the end, long-ish fic (6k+ word), a bit lazy on the proofread -- expect typos.

You fought back the tears as the waitress put down the chocolate dessert, a reassuring smile on her face as she said, “On the house”. You heard stories of how people pretended to get stood up in order to get free food or discounted bills. There was an entire process. First, you would ask for a table for two. If you wanted to go the extra mile you could make a reservation for two. Every time the wait staff came to take your order, look longingly out the window for someone and just order another beverage. Then, finally, after an hour or so, resign yourself to order a meal. Extra points if you look sad the whole time. The result: the wait staff would take pity on you and give you a free dessert. Or a 20% discount. Or whatever is in their power as the almighty wait staff. You weren’t the kind of person who had the guts to try something like this. You didn’t have the best luck these days. You were sure there would be a strange turn of events where they would somehow figure out you were lying and not let you in ever again. Your image would be posted in the employee lounge with a note that said “Do not serve this person.” And, surprisingly, that outcome was less pathetic than actually being stood up at a restaurant.

Since this trick had become more widespread in the last few years, you assumed that restaurants no longer gave free food to lonely people. However, here you were eating your “rejection brownie” as you so affectionately dubbed it in your head. It was warm, with a rich dark chocolate fudge and generous helpings of whipped cream. The moment the softness of the cream hit your tongue, a tear rolled down your cheek. You dapped it away quickly with your napkin. A small cough left your lips and you raised a fist to your lips to silence it. You chewed slowly while trying to control your emotions. You refused to cry in an Applebee’s. You felt pitiful enough without the added though of crying at a family restaurant. What made it worse was your booth was between a family of three and a senior couple who both seemed to be having the times of their lives.

You sat there for a moment longer. You were 100% sure the wait staff were huddled in the back, peeking out at you. You just needed to end this humiliating display, especially since they had been so nice to you. You gestured for the server to come over.

'Cause nothing's going right And everything's a mess And no one likes to be alone

“Thank you for this.” You managed to choke out without a wavering voice. All that acting training must be finally kicking in. “Could I get a box? I’d like to take it to go. And feel free to bring the check when you’re able.”

The server, who’s nametag said Kristina, gave a solemn nod with a sad smile. You appreciated the fact that she didn’t acknowledge your misty eyes. You paid your bill, put on your jacket, slung your bag over shoulder and grabbed your take out container in a plastic bag. You raised the plastic bag toward her, appreciatively, before heading out the door.

You peered down at the bag, surprised to see a plastic bag. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been handed a plastic bag since the switch to paper. The moment you felt the droplets on your head, you realized. It was raining. Of course, it was raining. You dug into your purse and checked for an umbrella. Your favorite large, black and white umbrella stared back at you. You were always prepared for everything--except getting stood up on a date.

You put on your headphones and made a call to your best friend. She answered immediately. You could hear she was breathing heavy from the way she said “Hello?” You imagined her diving over her bed toward her nightstand to answer the phone, probably shaking from anticipation about your date.

You made a small sound as you opened your umbrella and raised it over your head.

“How did it go?!” She asked, not beating around the bush.

“Uhm...not great.” You confessed, feeling yourself choke up again. You started walking to nowhere in particular. You just needed to feel the cool air sting your cheeks.

“Catfish?” She tsked. “I knew he was too good to be true. I mean you were talking for six months and no FaceTime? No pictures outside of his Instagram? And his voicemail was definitely a Google Voice number...”

“Well, I wouldn’t know if he’s a catfish or not.” Your voice was thick as your throat seemed to close up. “I got stood up. Again!”

“Oh, Y/n...” You heard the genuine disappointment in her voice. Even if your best friend didn’t understand why you were so invested in this internet relationship, she knew how much you were looking forward to this meeting. Tristan promised that he would come this time. He even chose the location, a three hour trip from your neighborhood. And like a fool you accepted.

You let out a shaky breath. “I don’t even know why I bother!”

“Are you crying?” She asked you.

You scoffed in response. Everyone knew that phrases like “are you okay” and “are you crying” would just open the flood gates. That is exactly what happened.

You felt your knees get wobbly. You let out a gasp. You darted under the awning of a nearby building. You closed your umbrella, letting it dangle from the strap hooked around your fingers. You rested your back on the brick wall, feeling the hard, prickliness through the thin, black rain coat. You bit your lips to hold back your sobs. Your best friend didn’t torture you by asking you to speak. She filled the silence with words of supposed reason.

“Y/n, you know you have to drop this guy, right? I mean, I know he was a huge support when you first joined Em Models, but you’ve outgrown him now. He’s a coward that suggests Applebee’s for a first date with a model. He’s not worth your tears.”

“I like Applebee’s!” You wailed, which made you sob harder, mostly at the pathetic sound of your own voice. You didn’t even try to stop it this time. The tears were coming down faster than you pull your arm up to wipe it away. Not that it would help much given how damp and slippery your coat was.

“Okay...okay...” Your best friend said in her most soothing tone, you could hear her sitting up and adjusting on her bed. “I do too, but damn, I don’t really like it that much.”

“It’s not like my favorite restaurant or anything...” You said, calming down a little. “...it’s just so normal, you know? After getting scouted by Em Models, everything changed. You and my family are the only constants in my life. I lost so many friends and gained so many “admirers”. Being invited to Applebee’s to eat regular food with a regular, albeit very cute guy, was exciting to me.”

(tw: slight reference of dieting/restricting)

“After all, every time I do get to eat something that isn’t going to compromise my figure, it’s always some boogie restaurant that’s $75 a plate for a couple of leaves and a morsel of steak.” You let out a groan. “I hate this industry.”

(tw end)

You sniffled loudly as a punctuation. Your best friend let the silence linger. You heard a beeping sound telling you there was a call waiting. There was a bench, most likely for people who were waiting to get into the establishment, next to you. You place our container of food on the bench to free up your hand to fish into your pocket. You pulled out your phone gasped.

“It’s him. He’s calling me.” You told your best friend.

“Don’t you dare pick up.” She warned you.

A silence fell between you two. You heard her sigh. “I’ll forgive you.” She conceded. “Come home afterward. I’ll be here.”

Your heart warmed at the fact that she knew anywhere she was felt like home to you. This was doubled by the fact that your best friend’s parents’ house was actually a second home to you and you were excited to get the cup of hot cocoa her mom always warmed up for your arrival.

“Thank you...” You whispered before switching the call.

“Hello?” You asked, not hiding the venom in your voice.

“Y/n?” Tristan’s voice came through. “I’m sorry, I was scared. I walked into Applebee’s and I couldn’t do it. But I’m still here. Can you meet me on the bridge?”

You sighed. There was only one bridge in the area that people talked about it. It was basically the place where people would meet to hash things out. However this was in the summer, when it was warmer and not raining. Still, you could not help yourself. If he was really trying to make amends, you had to see it through. You thought you were in love with this guy. Vanessa Carlton was willing to walk a thousand miles, you could walk 0.75.

I’m standing on the bridge

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes.” You paused. “You better be there too.”

“I promise.” His deep voice rang in your ears. A smile stretched on your lips against your will. You were hooked again.

I'm waitin' in the dark I thought that you'd be here by now There's nothing but the rain

You stood on the bridge for 30 minutes. Mostly because your feet were so icy cold that walking made your toes all prickly. Your hands had molded around the umbrella handle and takeout container bag, unable to feel any sensations. Tears stung your eyes again. You assumed that your tear ducts had frozen over because as much as you wanted to release them, they would not fall. You found the strength to walk, ignoring the buzzing in your pocket. It was probably Tristan with another lie. You trudged along, knowing that this was finally over. You were leaving all the feelings you had for Tristan on the bridge.

Isn't anyone tryin' to find me? Won't somebody come take me home? It's a damn cold night

The chill in your bones reminded you that you needed a ride home. You decided to go to a nearby Starbucks to call an Uber. You walked in and took a deep breath. There were a few tables that lined the windows. It felt like there was a giant billboard on your head telling the world that you had been stood up twice. It made you hang your head slightly, your eyes darting upward to look at the menu. As you walked past the groups chatting at the tables, you spotted someone with brown, curly hair poking out from a light pink hoodie.

You whipped around, sure that you had imagined it. You took a few steps back to stand in front of the table. Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. You would know those curls, those bright blue eyes, those round cheeks...those everything...anywhere. It was the lock screen on your phone, the contact photo you talked to every night, and the person you envisioned before falling asleep. The whole world was twirling around you. There he was, sitting with a few people and laughing it up.

“Oh my god!” You yelled. “What are you doing here?”

“Uhh...” A soft chuckled left Tristan’s lips. A smug smirk tugged on his lips. His friends, three other young men, were chuckling as well. “Hi...”

“Hi?” You asked, the volume of your voice increasing with every word, “Hi? I have been waiting for you for HOURS. I came all the way out here, alone in the rain and dark, waiting for YOU.”

Your hands would have flailed more if they weren’t anchored by your soaked umbrella and the bagged container of pity brownie. You were making a bit of a scene, but you didn’t care. Suddenly, being the center of attention wasn’t a problem if it meant that you could let off the steam that had been building for the last few hours.

Tristan’s smile had fallen. and his dark brows furrowed. He stood up slowly, his wide frame towering over you. You swallowed, you didn’t expect him to be so tall.

“I’m sorry. Because of the rain, we didn’t think anyone would be outside.” He pressed a hand on his chest. “I’m happy to take a picture with you and buy you a cup of coffee.”

A dry, sarcastic laugh left your lips. “B-Buy me a coffee? Take a picture with me?”

Tears welded in your eyes again. Apparently, your tear ducts still worked.

“I waited for hours in that Applebee’s. Then...instead of just saying that you couldn’t make it or didn’t want to meet me, you asked me to stand out in the cold to wait for you again. What was going to be the excuse this time? Another car accident? A family emergency?”

You were monologue-ing, but you didn’t care. “I waited so long to talk to you, Tristan. We’ve been dating for months and the most you think to say after standing me up TWICE in one night is a cup of coffee?!”

“Dating?” One of Tristan’s friends echoed.

“Months?” Another chimed in.

“Tristan?” Tristan pointed at himself confused. “I’m not Tristan. My name is Jack. Jack Harlow.”

“W-What?” You were confused. You heard the name Jack Harlow before. He was a rapper. He had quite a few hits and was known for being charming. You didn’t follow him, but you definitely knew of him.

There was no way you could mistake Tristan for someone famous. It was one thing to fall for catfish that used influencer pictures. That was an innocent mistake because no one you could know every influencer in the world. But, Jack Harlow was a real celebrity and he didn’t fit the man you had been talking to for the past few months.

The Tristan you knew was a carpenter. He was a builder that promised to make your dream bed in your dream home one day. He was this down-to-earth guy who couldn’t believe a model was interested in him. There was a dorkiness to his photos that no celebrity would ever post. Most of the photos had him with glasses! This couldn’t be true. He was a doppleganger, that had to be the answer.

You placed your umbrella on the ground and Tristan Jack picked it up for you. You were too enthralled in searching for your phone in your coat pocket to remember to thank him out loud. You pulled up the Tinder profile and showed it to him. Jack’s lips pressed into a flat line as he read the bio and swiped through the photos.

“Those are my pictures, but that’s not me. I have never lived in Texas. And I’m a country boy, but my passion is definitely not fishing.” He gave a soft chuckle. “I’m sorry to disappoint you. But the only thing me and this guy have in common is our profile picture and...apparently...our taste in women.”

Your brain didn’t process the compliment. You were swirling. Not only did you find out that Tristan was a catfish, but he was catfishing you with images of a celebrity. One Google Image reverse search would have told you that. But, you knew you never looked it up because you were afraid. Deep down, you worried that this would be the outcome. Not exactly this, but this general scenario.

Everything came crashing all out once. You felt the shame burning your cheeks. How much time had you wasted on someone who lied to you? And now, you had confronted some complete stranger in public. A handsome, famous stranger. Once your agent got wind of this you were going to be in big trouble. No one would want to book you because you would be blacklisted by everyone in the entertainment industry --either for accosting Jack Harlow or because you were the only basket case still falling for catfishes in this day and age.

You covered your face with your hands to hide your tears. Jack pulled you into a hug. Your heart swelled at the gesture, making the sob come on even harder.

“I’m so sorry...” You wailed. “For accusing you and crying on you. Y-You don’t have to do this.”

“I’m just doing what the asshole who stole my pictures should be doing.” Jack cooed in your ear. “No reason to make such a pretty girl cry. He’s trash.”

You kept your face pressed into his chest. You felt Jack’s chin, that was resting on the top of your head, swivel slightly. He spoke to one of his friends.

“Can you order her something to drink?” Jack’s chin rested on your head again as he addressed you in a gently voice, “You like chai tea?”

You nodded weakly. Jack turned to his friend again. “Urban, can you grab her a venti chai tea?”

You heard someone get up from the booth. Jack pulled apart and ushered you to sit down. He let you sit on the outside, rubbing your back slightly.

“Well, this is embarrassing.” You said, aware of how bloated your face must be from crying. Your eyes stung from your waterproof mascara not living up to its promises. You tried to pat your cheeks down, forcing a smile. Unbeknownst to you at the time, Jack found you to be completely adorable. “My face feels so bloated.”

Jack grabbed his phone and switched it to camera mode. He turned it so you could use it as a mirror, using both hands to prop it up for you. You gasped, your face was indeed puffy, along with your eyes and lips. Your eye makeup was clinging by a thread. You placed the take out container on the far end of the table and dug in your purse for a makeup wipe.

“Thank you...” You said apologetically, as you tried to wipe off your makeup as quickly as possible.

You tried to ignore the way Jack’s eyes watched you, unblinkingly. It made your throat a bit dry. After all, this was the man you had been fantasizing about for months. At least on the outside. And he looked much more handsome in person. You gave him a little nod and he put his phone down, locking it.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jack consoled you. “Honestly, I’m just glad you weren’t this mad at me. Like the real Jack Harlow. I really thought you were going to punch me in the face.”

“I was.” You joked. “Maybe strangle you as well.”

“Be careful...” One of his friends said, “I’m pretty sure that gets him off.”

The friend in question had a dead pan expression which only seemed more serious thanks to his buzz cut and icy blue eyes. He was wearing a dark hoodie and sat slightly hunched over the table, one hand holding a black coffee.

“Ignore my little brother, Clay.” Jack said, glaring at Clay before giving him a smug look. “But he’s also not wrong.”

The two of them laughed, high fiving, most likely at some inside joke. You couldn’t help but smile. The similarities seemed so clear now that it was brought to your attention. They had the same infectious laughter and the same gorgeous smiles that split their serious faces in two.

Jack’s friend, Urban, came back with your chai tea. He didn’t fit the vibe of the table. Urban had long blonde hair, that was wavy and slightly unkempt. His eyes were a bluish green and he was the most tan of the four men. The last friend at the table was bald with a red tattooed arrow on his head. He was the most quiet, just watching the situation unfold. Urban smiled at you as he placed the giant cup in front of you.

“I’m really sorry about this.” You apologized again, picking up the cup. “I can’t begin to explain how humiliating this is.”

“Well tell me about this fake me.” Jack propped his head up with the help of fist pressed into his cheek, his elbow resting on the table.

“Tristan...” You said the name softly. “If that is his real name, is a carpenter. He DM’d me on IG and asked me about this picture of a bird feeder I made. It was some stupid arts and crafts thing that I posted on a whim and he was the only person who gave constructive feedback. Most of it surprisingly positive.”

“Oh yeah, that sounds nothing like Jack.” Clay shook his head. “He’s definitely not the Bob the Builder type.”

You smiled, glancing at Jack’s hands. “I should have known from those fingernails. You don’t look like you’ve done a day’s of hard work in your life.”

“I’ll have you know, I’ve been told I have magic hands.” Jack raised his eyebrows slightly, wiggling the fingers of his free hand at you. “They may not do hard labor, but these puppies can relax even the tensest of shoulders.”

“Is that an offer?” You quirked a brow, feeling a bit bold as you sipped your tea.

“Maybe...” Jack smiled. He glanced at the package behind you. “What’s that?”

“Oh...” You opened the bag and pulled out the container. You showed it to them, opening it away from you so they could have a better look. “This is another gift I got because of Tristan. I call it my rejection brownie...”

As you rattled off the events of the night, you started to feel a bit lighter. It stung a bit when one of the guys’ made a joke that felt a bit too real. But overall, you were feeling warmer on the inside and not just because you filled with chai. There was part of you that didn’t want this moment to end. It turned out that Jack Harlow was far more your type than Tristan. Maybe you wouldn’t have to change your phone background after all.

I don't know who you are But I, I'm with you I'm with you

It wasn’t until the Starbucks staff informed you that they were closing that you realized how long you were sitting there. Jack offered to drive you home, but you insisted on taking an Uber. Your plan was to show up at your best friend’s door, open your arms and wait to be hugged. That didn’t need an audience. Especially not one comprising of Jack and his entourage there as well.

As you walked outside, your Uber five minutes away, you heard Jack complain about not having an umbrella to Urban. You smiled and offered him yours.

“Here, take mine.” You smiled. “It’s the least I can do after accusing you of standing me up.”

“But they match your shoes.” Jack commented.

You glanced down at the black and white plaid pumps. You blushed softly. You didn’t expect a guy to notice a detail like that. There was part of you that was thrilled that someone noticed your outfit coordination. If only you could have shown Jack the little black dress you had on underneath, but you were too shy after everything that unfolded. You were glad you didn’t waste it on Tristan or whoever that person was.

“It’s alright.” You grinned, tap your shoes together. “Every time I wear them, I will be reminded that while “Tristan” sucks, Jack Harlow was pretty great.”

A soft smile spread on Jack’s lips. You wanted to kiss them. You had thought about what your first kiss with Tristan would be like for months. Even if you allowed yourself to entertain the idea that you were being catfished, you never expected that you would meet the man in the pictures before the man behind the profile. But despite chatting for hours, Jack Harlow was a stranger. A stranger you yelled at, potentially humiliated, bummed a chai off of, and only rewarded with embarrassing stories, a cold brownie, and, now an umbrella. Which, as long a he didn’t press charges, wasn’t a bad trade.

“I-” Jack started to say, but was interrupted by the view of a navy blue sedan in his peripheral vision. He looked up, directing your attention as well.

Jack walked with you to the car opening the door for you after checking the license plate. He held the umbrella over your head, letting it shield you for once last time.

“Goodbye, Jack!” You waved at him before closing the door. “Thank you for everything.”

Jack waved as the car pulled off. He turned back to his friends. He looked starry eyed, a silly smile on his lips. His free hand kept smoothing the hood of his hoodie absentmindedly. As they turned to walk to his tour bus, Jack finally said,

“Yo, I maybe in love.”

Urban and Clay rolled their eyes at the same time. Urban answered for both of them, “You say that once a week.”

Jack chuckled, a toothy smile appearing on his face. “But I mean it this time. I have all these butterflies in my tummy. I mean how many girls are like that? Feisty, but also sweet.”

“Any girl under 5′4?” Clay joked, earning a shove from his brother.

“I’m serious! I mean she’s pretty easy on the eyes, that’s for sure.” Jack bit his lip. “I was trying not to look too much, but that Tristan dude is an idiot for standing her up. I would have loved to see what was under that jacket--”

“Well, you wanna feel real dumb?” His friend with the red arrow tattooed on his head, Copelan, teased, cutting Jack off mid-sentence.

“What?” Jack asked with a frown.

“What’s her name?” Copelan asked.

Jack’s eyes widened as his hands connected with his curls. “Oh fu--”

Your best friend sat on her bed, her mouth hanging open. It had been forty-five minutes since you arrived. You were both sitting on her plush comforter, the same one she’s used in this childhood bedroom since she was in her early teens. You had borrowed a t-shirt and shorts from her and was already on your second cup of hot chocolate. In between the changing and getting comfy, you told her the events of the night. Now, sufficiently warm and comfortable, you realized how ridiculous this must all sound to her. And, like any best friend should, she let you know.

“Remember?!” She pointed at you. “Remember how I said he looked like Jack Harlow?”

You rolled your eyes. “You say that about every white boy with curly hair. Before that you would say they looked like Lil Dicky or Bob Ross or The Burger King or Robbie from Victorious...”

“Okay, but there’s tiers here.” Your best friend explained, gesturing levels by raising her hand. “And Matt Bennett, not Robbie, and Jack Harlow are top tier curly boy compliments.”

“Whatever, my point is that we both got bamboozled...” You said, trying to toss blame on both of you.

She pursed her lips, not accepting it. “No, you were delusional. You didn’t want me to run his phone number, you didn’t want me to reach out to his other followers--”

“I know everything that I did. I don’t need a recap.” You groaned, letting your back hit the bed as you stared up at the ceiling. You could see the glow-in-the-dark stars you two had jumped up and down the bed to place in middle school. The only ones left from your failed attempt to remove them in high school which ended in both of you wearing twin casts junior year.

“You know what’s the most unbelievable thing about this?” Your best friend asked, grabbing a bag of chips and leaning on one of her many pillows to sit up right. “That you didn’t tell Jack your name or give him your number. Make it make sense, Y/n.”

“I was embarrassed!” You said for the fourth time. “And scared. My agent always said that if you get into trouble, don’t tell the person you are in entertainment. We live in a litigious society and I am not made of money.”

“I don’t think that rule qualifies for other celebrities.” Your best friend paused to crunch on a few chips. “I doubt Jack would sue you. I mean he basically called you pretty like three times. I’m sure he would have just wanted to get to know you.”

“Well...” You felt your cheeks heat up. “I have this fantasy. That I’ll be this mysterious girl that he will talk about in interviews and ask his fans to find. And then, he’s see me in a magazine and tell his friends, that’s the girl. And we’ll meet at the Met Gala and....”

A pillow landed right on your face. Along with another that hit you square in the stomach. You sat up right throwing a glare at your best friend who glared back at you.

“Y/n, that is the dumbest thing I ever heard. Jack’s whole image is being a cool and charismatic guy. Pining over some anonymous chick isn’t something he’s going to do. Especially not in an interview.” She gave you a disappointed shake of the head. “You know that story that Tyler the Creator tells about the woman who comes up to him and says how much she loves his music? The punch line of the story isn’t that the woman talked to him. It’s the fact that the woman is Rihanna.”

“I’m not Rihanna!” You tossed the pillow back at her, careful not to hit the bag of chips. You didn’t want to die. Wasting chips was a cardinal sin in this household.

“Not yet!” Your friend shot back. “And that’s besides the point. The thing that makes the interaction special is the person. I mean for someone who was lied to about someone’s identity for six months, I would think that you would understand more than anyone the importance of putting a face to a name.”

The feeling of shame made your cheeks heat up. You cleared your throat. You knew she was right. If there was a world where Jack Harlow was obsessing over you like you did Tristan, he was not crushing on the real you. It was a you he had conjured in his imagination. And you perpetuated that false image because you were afraid he wouldn’t like the flaws that came with you being an actual human being. Suddenly, you understood why Tristan hid behind a mask. You didn’t forgive him, but you understood.

“Well, what should I do?” You asked her.

“You can DM him on IG,” She suggested with a shrug. “I’ll help you draft the message.”

You two spent hours drafting the message. You felt catapulted back into your high school years, giggling and blushing over word choices and emojis. You both got wrapped up into stories of the past and catching up with the present. You ended up falling asleep on the bed, tired out from all the laughs.

You promised that you would send the message the next day, but you never did. You pretended that you forgot. But every time you got a little tipsy or a real great moment in your career occurred, you would go back to the message and hover your thumb over the send button. Only to chicken out, close the app, and go back to your fantasy land.

Six months later

Jack adjusted his collar as he sat anxiously in the interview chair. When he was offered the cover spread in Vogue, he never imagined it would be because of his fashion sense. He knew that it was thanks to his connections with Tommy Hilfiger and the talents of his amazing stylist that he had this opportunity. He told himself he wouldn’t pretend to be a fashionista. He would be true to himself and answer questions honestly. It was what his fans would want from him anyway.

Jack looked at himself in one of the many mirrors around the interview space. He was wearing another Tommy Hilfiger original: a dark purple velvet suit that fit him like glove. He adjusted his black tie in the mirror, the PG ring on his finger glistening in the light. He had just finished the photo shoot and decided to put on his glasses for the sit down interview. He was glad because now he could enjoy the view of a room full of gorgeous women.

The large white room was split into two. Where Jack was seated, was partitioned around the front and sides like a cubicle, leaving his back open. The rest of the area was where models were running back and forth shooting concepts for the rest of the magazine issue. Apparently, there was some issue with the original photos and now they had to do it all again, quickly. He was enjoying the view of beautiful women darting behind him in next to nothing as the changed from outfit to outfit.

As he ogled in the mirror, one young woman caught his attention. His eyes followed her naturally, his mouth agape. She stood out because she was so nicely proportioned. A lot of the other models looked like they were made to wear clothes, but she was the only one who looked jaw-dropping gorgeous in those skin tone colored granny panties and matching strapless bra. Once he managed to move his eyes away from everything below her neck, he realized that she had blue hair. It was a dark blue. The color that reminded him of a raven’s feather’s. In the currently lighting, it looked mesmerizing and gave her sweet facial features a daring edge. As Jack studied her, he couldn’t help but feel like she looked familiar. His first assumption was that she maybe famous, but there was something telling him that it was a different kind of familiarity.

The interviewer, a petite tan women with a dark brown pixie cut and sharp chocolate brown eyes, sat down in the chair opposite Jack. She had a list of questions on her legal pad, a pen twirling in her fingers as she looked at him. Her camera person set up the equipment in the background.

“Hi Martha.” Jack said with a smile, willing his eyes to make eye contact with the interviewer and not zoning in on the curves of the blue-haired model.

“How are you feeling, Jack?” Martha asked, taking a sip of water from her water bottle.

Jack nodded a bit, “Good, excited. The photo shoot went pretty well.”

“The photographer had a blast.” She grinned, nodding. “He said you’re very charismatic and picture well.”

“I dunno about that, but I’ll take it.” Jack smiled back.

“Well, let’s get started. I have a bunch of questions...” The interviewer cued the videographer to begin.

Jack’s eyes darted toward the mirror again. The feeling that he knew this model was still nagging at him. “Say, before we get started, who is the model with the blue hair?”

The interviewer gave a knowing smile. It was the kind of smile people gave when asked an expected question. She didn’t bother to remind Jack that they already started.

“That’s Y/n Y/l/n, a model with Em Models.” She explained.

Jack twisted his lips slightly. He didn’t recognize the name or the agency. Maybe he didn’t know her in-person.

“She’s beautiful.” Jack remarked. “Like stunningly gorgeous.”

“She has been getting popular lately because of her shape. Not all models can do commercial, couture and lingerie, but she has the features for all three. They do usually cover up her hair for most campaigns.” Martha smiled. “Designers don’t like anything to take away from their work. Bold colors don’t do well in that regard.”

“It’s daring...” Jack said, finding you in the mirror again.

You had gotten zipped up in the dress you would be wearing. It hugged your body in a way that made Jack lose himself a bit.

Jack licked his lips as he continued to speak, “...but it’s not noticeable unless you look at it in the right light. I like dark hair myself, but didn’t expect dark blue to be a new favorite.”

“Okay...Jack...” Martha’s tone showed that she was a bit uncomfortable. She cleared her throat, but Jack wasn’t done. He was in a world all his own.

“Damn, she’s fine. Do all models have a booty like that?” A bright grin showing off his straight white teeth flashed on Jack’s face as he gestured to Urban who was sitting off-camera, also turning to get a better look. “Might need to check Em Models a bit more. They understand what I like...”

“Uhm, Jack...” The interviewer cleared her throat once again, this time to hide her blush. She was not expecting him to be so enraptured by the models. If she had known she would have picked another location. “We’re rolling...”

Jack’s eyes snapped back to the woman, finally breaking his gaze on you in the mirror. “Oh...”

He could feel his face heating up. Urban’s head snapped back to Jack, eyes wide. Jack face mirrored his friend’s. He looked around for his manager and his publicist who were both hiding their faces with clipboards and chuckling into them. The two seemed to humored to be thinking about damage control. This only made him panic more and he took a deep breath.

“Can we cut that out?” Jack asked, nervously, his voice uncharacteristically high. He was more asking his publicist who should be ready to argue this in court if necessary.

“Of course, Jack.” Martha confirmed, making a scissors with her fingers in front of the camera to signal to the editing team later. “The purpose of this interview is not an exposé, but to honor celebrities that have grown into their style and become trailblazers. I don’t have any questions related to romance here.”

“Whew--” Jack let out a breath of relief.

“However,” The interviewer warned making Jack bite his lip nervously. “If we were Cosmo or Vanity Fair, this would have been over for you. I hope you will reward us for our discretion with ample promotion?”

“Absolutely.” Jack confirmed. He glanced up in the mirror again to see you had disappeared. “Shall we get started then? For real this time?”

“Alright...” Martha sighed.

Jack finished up his interview and stood up to stretch. If Vogue kept their promise to cut out his simping, this would be one of his best interviews yet. He turned around to see if you were still there, disappointed to find no sign of you. Just as he turned to face his team, he heard high heels walking toward him.

There was a lot of buzz around the dressing room about Jack’s remarks. You didn’t have the guts to tell anyone that you had met Jack Harlow half a year ago. You wanted to tell them that he probably just recognized you and was complimenting you because he saw you as a friend and wanted to hype you up. But, you didn’t want to believe that was true so, you couldn’t vocalize it. You wanted to think he meant it. You did make a mental note to fire off a text to your best friend that Jack was the type to talk about a girl in an interview despite her doubts a few months ago. Maybe the other parts of your fantasy would come true too.

You changed into your own outfit. You had a meeting with your management team prior to the shoot so, you were dressed a bit more professionally than usual. You had on a cream colored blouse, black wide legged slacks, and your black and white pumps. You were now free to enjoy the rest of your day, nothing inhibiting you from saying hello to Jack.

After psyching yourself up, you spotted Jack as he got out of his chair, forgetting how tall and wide he was. You smiled to yourself seeing him with glasses on. You remembered how you fell for Tristan’s catfish because he used pictures Jack with him wearing glasses. Jack wore them well. They gave you businessman vibes which was further emphasized by his tailored suit. Wow, he looked handsome.

A pit in your stomach developed as you close the distance between you two. Somehow you seemed too close and yet too far at the same time The gnawing feeling of worry only grow why his sky blue eyes flickered in your direction. You worried, as he stared at you blankly, if he didn’t remember you. You had changed a bit since you last saw him. The biggest thing was that you dyed your hair, but there were changes on the inside too. You weren’t the broken person he encountered that night. You had been super glued to make a new, sturdier Y/n, and you were proud of that.

You smiled at him sheepishly, not breaking your stride as you stood in front of him. Jack’s eyes zoned in on your shoes, his eyes widening. He knew those shoes. He gestured to his team for his bag and someone ran to him with it just before you stood in front of him. Jack fished in the bag and pulled out the plaid black and white umbrella. It was the only umbrella he carried these days. It just so happened to have a chance of rain today. He waved it, a childish grin on his face.

Your heart swelled. All the negative emotions developing in your gut turned into butterflies. Whenever you wore these shoes, you wondered what Jack was doing or where he was. Seeing him with your umbrella, something told you that he did the samething.

“Hi Jack...” You grinned widely.

“Y/n, right?” Jack asked. “You never told me your name that night, you know.”

“I figured it was embarrassing enough without you Googling me later and finding out I was an aspiring model.” You blushed softly.

“You think that’s embarrassing? You won’t believe what I accidentally said about you on camera...” Jack shook his head.

“Oh I’ve heard...” You chuckled. “...I guess my blue hair must have taken you for a loop, huh? Since you didn’t even recognize me despite seeming to notice every other part of me...”

“How much did you hear?” Jack started blushing again.

“Nothing much...” You shook your head. “...it’s just all the buzz in the back room that Jack Harlow was asking about me.”

Jack let out a sigh of relief. “Well, I did tell you that you were gorgeous the first time we met.”

“Strangely, you didn’t mention how nice my booty was, though.” You remarked, pretending to look into space as you tapped your chin.

“Sounds like you heard a lotta much...” Jack muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Jack stared at you for a moment, his brows furrowing ever so slightly. “Speaking of the last time we met, have you spoken to the fake me?”

“I told him I knew he was a catfish and reported his Instagram.” You shrugged. “My best friend wanted me to expose him on Catfish the TV show, but honestly, I was embarrassed enough for one lifetime because of that guy. I didn’t need to go on national television to make it worse.”

“Good for you.” Jack nodded. “I wish he suffered a bit more though. I feel like he got off kinda easy.”

You shook your head. “To pretend to be someone you’re not, you have to be going through a lot. I’m sure life’s already gotten to him.”

“Whoa, so deep and mature.” Jack grinned. “Where’s the girl who nearly bit my face off for offering to take a picture?”

“Oh gosh!” You covered your face. “Can we please not relive that? It’s so awkward”

“Not as awkward as having video evidence of you drooling over a girl.” Jack muttered under his breath.

You smirked, wanting to retaliate. “The makeup artist said that you stared at me with your mouth hanging open for like two minutes.”

Jack closed his eyes, shaking his head slowly, biting on his lower lip lightly. There was smile on his lips showing that he was enjoying the teasing despite his embarrassment. How was he so attractive? “I’m just lucky these pants are loose fitting or else people would have had a real good idea what I was thinking about.”

You blushed, your eyes widening. “Oh...”

“Yeah...” His voice was deep, his eyes opening to find yours. He maintained eye contact shutting down any potential thought of yours that he wasn’t shooting his shot.

Jack stepped forward, towering over you again like the first time he stood in front of you in Starbucks. You bit your lip, looking up at him, willing him to touch you. You saw his hand lift slightly, but he resisted and let it fall back to his side.

“You really shouldn’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” Jack’s voice was still low as he adjusted his tie, “May give me the wrong idea and make me forget my manners.”

“Maybe we should sync up on what ideas you have...” You smiled. “We may be on the same page.”

“Are we?” Jack quirked a brow, staring down at you through his lashes. You were both practically whispering, but because you were so close, it was perfectly audible.

As if suddenly realizing that you weren’t just in public, but also, technically, in your workplace, you decided to move this along with a bit of a joke. You smirked as you said, “If I remember correctly, you like getting choked, right?”

Jack sputtered out a laugh, thinking back to his brother’s comment that night. “No comment. But, if it’s these pretty little hands...” Jack took one of your hands in his and gave it a soft kiss on the back. “I may consider it.”

You blushed, surprised at how the tables had turned back again so quickly.

Take me by the hand.

“Wanna get out of here?” Jack asked. “My schedule is pretty clear after this.”

He was already signaling to his team that he wanted to leave. They also seemed to get the idea that he wanted to leave alone...with you.

Take me somewhere new.

“I’d like that...” You smiled at him. “I’ve waited a long time to get to know you, Jack. The real you.”

“Me too, Y/n.” Jack smiled back.

I don't know who you are But I, I'm with you I'm with you

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Gradation (V-Day drabble) | JJK

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Pairing: JJK x Fem!reader

Rating: M (🔞); NSFW

Genre: marriage!AU; established-relationship!AU; mature content; fluff; angst; smut; NSFW

Word count: 4.3K+ words (okay--a little over to be a drabble but whatevs)

Warnings: marriage; long-term relationship; jealous JK; unprotected sex in a committed, monogamous relationship; soft-dom OC; soft-dom/sub JK; oral (m-rcv); light bondage; switch!; minor degradation (sorry); pregnancy symptoms; pregnancy test; pregnancy announcement; excessive cussing; some angst; tooth-rotting fluff in the end

Summary: It's your first Valentine's Day as a married couple and you get into a little tiff the night before. You figured that a little makeup-sex was warranted.

A/N: Okay so...I didn't plan on this so this is completely un-beta'd and not fully proofed--if you see typos, pretend you didn't see them!

It was a random idea and I just decided to straight-shot it this evening. I missed these two so much and in honor of breaking 400 notes on the series, I thought I'd write a dirty drabble for them for Valentine's Day (well--technically after Vday since it's past midnight as I'm posting this LOL). Enjoy!

You and Jungkook are having a quiet Sunday movie night in. You typically went over to your parents’ for dinner but since you both just got back from your own work-related trips this week that you just wanted to spend some quality time together.

You also hadn’t been feeling well since returning from your trip. You thought that maybe you had caught a bug or something. It was that time of year, you thought–and being on a plane with a bunch of strangers–it was inevitable that their germs would get to you.

You sat on the couch–your feet resting on his lap while a bowl of popcorn sat on your belly as you both munched. You were scrolling through your social media right when Jimin forwards a meme to you that instantly had you in stitches.

“Kookie, look at this meme,” you giggled as you showed your phone to him.

He leans over to look then laughs at it until he sees a little notification pop on top of your screen.

worldwidejin liked your post.

His smile quickly falters and turns into irritation. “Uh–looks like somebody just liked your post,” he mumbles as he slumps into the couch and pouts, shoving popcorn angrily into his mouth.

“Hm?” You were curious as you pulled your phone back towards you to view who it was.

“Oh.” You forgot that you and Jin still followed each other on Instagram. It’s not like you communicated or anything. Just the occasional ‘like’ or ‘cry-laughing’ emoji comment.’

“‘Oh’?” He echoed mockingly. “That’s all you’re going to say?”

“What’s the big deal?”

“What’s the big deal? He’s your ex,” Jungkook says pointedly.

“Okay, and? I’m married to you.”

“But he still gets to ‘like’ your social media posts,” he retorts.

“Kook–I don’t see what the big deal is. You’re clearly all over my posts…“ you said as you showed your phone screen to him and scrolled through your posts. ”And our wedding photos are on there. I don’t get why you’re all butt-hurt about it.”

“I just…you guys used to have sex.”

“You and Lisa also used to have sex and yet she was our wedding guest while Jin was not so–what are we arguing about here?”

“But you and Lisa are friends–”

You scoffed, “So? It doesn’t change the fact that you used to be in love with her and chased her around Paris!”

Jungkook sighs deeply.

“What is this about, really?”

“I just–I just don’t like how he can still look in on you every now and then.”

You shrugged. “It’s not like he and I split up on bad terms. It’s not like we actually talk or anything–”

Jungkook groans. “Ugghh—I don’t know. I just don’t like it.”

“You and Lisa still talk?”

“It’s not the same though,” he almost says with a childish whine.

“How is it ‘not the same?’” You deadpanned.

He shook his head. “It’s just not!” He gets up abruptly, your ankles landing on the floor with a thud before he heads into the bedroom in a huff.

You scrunched your face in utter confusion. You turned the TV off before getting up to follow him in.

As you stopped by the threshold to your room, you found that he was already under the sheets, in the dark, and laying on his side. You lifted the sheets and got into your side of the bed. Jungkook always slept without a shirt on so you immediately raked your hands up his bare back.

“Babe, what’s wrong? Talk to me,” you coaxed softly while kissing the base of his neck.

“I’m just tired and I want to go to sleep,” he mutters without facing you before he crawls up into a ball, pulling farther away from your touch.

You rolled your eyes. You’ve had little fights before and some of them didn’t get resolved before bedtime. You sighed, thinking that this would be one of those nights, needing to sleep this off instead.

******

The next morning, you woke up to find that he was already gone. No goodbye kiss, no text, or note…whatsoever. It was also Valentine’s Day which was unusual for him. On your last Valentine’s Day, he took you to a fancy revolving restaurant. You were not much for ‘thrill rides’ but it seemed like a unique enough experience to intrigue you.

But this was your first Valentine’s Day as a married couple and you were disappointed that he chose to act childish over something that wasn’t even really a big deal to begin with.

With a huff, you sat up then suddenly gasped from the pounding headache that just came over you. You didn’t drink last night–thankfully–but it sure felt like you did.

You gingerly got up from your bed then padded over to the bathroom to wash your face. After finishing up your morning routine, you suddenly had a hankering for kimchi and rice.

During weekdays, you typically skipped breakfast at home in favor of coffee and maybe picking up a pastry on the way to the office.

You dug into your fridge, remembering that Jungkook’s mom dropped off some homemade kimchi last week. You found the container and set it on the counter. You grabbed a bowl then checked on the rice to make sure that there was still enough. You scooped some into your bowl then doubled back to where you set the kimchi. You opened the container and as soon as you got a whiff of the pickled scent, you started to gag.

Maybe it had gone bad? That seemed weird, you thought. It’s only been a week and you kept it sealed in the fridge. You smelled it again and it made you dry-heave.

It was strange, really. A moment ago, you were just craving it–and now it made you want to–

Bleeecchhhh…

You barely made it to the kitchen sink before you threw up chunks of your dinner from last night. You turned the faucet on and ran the garbage disposal, hoping your vomit wouldn’t clog your plumbing.

After you gargle and wash your mouth, you take a deep breath. You thought that maybe the incubation period of whatever this bug was was short and that you were already feeling the symptoms. You decided to call out of work for the day, not wanting to get anybody else sick.

You walked over to the medicine cabinet in your bathroom, checking for any antacids–it seemed like you were fresh out.

Luckily, there was a grocery store around the corner from your building that doubled as a pharmacy as well.

Although your head was pounding, you managed to make the trek out to the end of the block. You didn’t want to linger in case your stomach decided to do somersaults again. You didn’t want to embarrass yourself in public.

You walked straight to the pharmaceutical aisle and picked up a bottle of the gross, pink, bismuth liquid to help settle your stomach. That was all that you needed so you turn on your heel to make your way down to the checkout line. Halfway down, you spotted some tampons, suddenly remembering that you needed to pick up some since you ran out last month…or was it–You suddenly pulled your phone out to check your calendar.

Shit. What day was it?

Then you realized…change of plans–this wasn’t going to be a short shopping trip after all.

******

Your headache all but forgotten, you came back home with a few additional items including three dozen roses, a bagful of candles, and three small boxes.

You left the rest of your things on the counter, taking those three boxes with you to the bathroom.

After fifteen minutes of waiting on the toilet, you look over at the three sticks that you set flat on your bathroom counter.

You fought the urge to call Jungkook and decided to set a plan in motion.

After scattering rose petals all over the floor, you laid down across the foot of the bed–noting the full-length sliding mirrors right in front of it. You had switched out your normal barn-door style closet doors soon after you and Jungkook moved in together. It certainly added more interest to your bedroom antics.

You picked out a lacy, fire-engine red lingerie set��very festive, you thought. You took those nude, lace-up sandals that he loved to fuck you in and put them on as well.

You then took your position–bending your knee up slightly so your lace-up heels would come to view. You had one arm held up above your head while you allowed your hair to cascade down the sheets. Your other hand held your phone, aiming at the mirror to take a few sexy shots for your husband.

You switched positions and took a few more shots. Once you decided on the sexiest photos, you attached two of your best shots–one where you laid down and the second where you knelt on the bed with your thighs parted–your lingerie in full view with a caption to him–”Only for you,” before you hit ‘send.’

******

Jungkook busied himself all day. He was pissed last night. He knew that he was being unreasonable and childish but he’s made it clear before that Jin has been a bit of a sore spot for him even though it’s been ages since you broke up.

He was fully aware that it was Valentine’s Day and yet here he was at the office, pouting and trying to avoid picking up his phone most of the day.

“Jungkook-nim?”

He looked up from his computer screen to find his assistant Melanie leaning against his doorframe.

“Hey, Mel. What’s up?”

“Uhm–I was wondering if I could dip a couple hours early? I’m sorry it’s kind of a last-minute ask but…it turns out that Jimin surprised me with some dinner reservations at Pirouette. It’s incredibly difficult to get a reservation and–”

“Of course,” he chuckled at her unnecessary babbling. “And yes, I know what the waitlist is like.” He had brought you there for your first Valentine’s Day–it was a rooftop restaurant with a revolving floor, offering 360-degree views of the city. It seemed like an odd concept and you thought that the spinning restaurant concept would make you feel sick. But you hardly felt the revolutions and itt ended up being such a fun date-night for both of you.

“You go on ahead, Mel. Have a great Valentine’s Day.”

“Thank you. I hope you and YN have a good one, too,” she says with a quick bow before she walks back to her desk.

Suddenly, he felt bad for the way he acted last night and this morning. He goes to retrieve his phone, which he hid in his drawer to stop it from distracting him. As soon as he turns the “do not disturb” function off, he sees your text come through.

“Holy fuck,” he gasps.

******

It took all of Jungkook’s energy not to speed through every red light on the way home from the office.

The elevator dings up to the 8th floor and he jogs down the hallway. He slows to a halt, his shoes squeaking against the tiled floor as he stands right in front of your door. He stood there with a single red rose in one hand–reminiscent of your first date over a year ago–that he bought from a flower cart that he spotted close to his office.

He tried calming his heartbeat–pushing his hair back, wiping away the beads of sweat that had formed on his hairline–not just from rushing over but in anticipation of what he was about to see behind this door.

He retrieved his house key and pushed it into the slot to unlock your door.

The blinds were drawn so the room was kept dim and illuminated by at least 30 pillar candles around the kitchen and living room. You went a little crazy at the store, not gonna lie.

Rose petals adorned the floor beginning from your front doorway leading down to your bedroom. He could hear soft music playing coming from the room–in which the door was ajar.

He took a few steps and found you laying on your back across the bed.

“I didn’t think you’d show,” you said with a little hint of disappointment.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, baby” he said sheepishly as he stood by your feet.

“A minute longer and I would have dusted off the vibrator,” you said lowly.

You didn’t really mean it. You haven’t used the vibrator for solo-play in a long time. If you whipped it out, it was only to enhance your playtime with him.

You sighed, before turning over onto your belly–your ass in full view, barely covered by the lace material of your thong.

He hissed before taking his suit jacket to set it down the corner armchair in the room. He loosened his tie before sinking his knee into the bed and slowly crawling up to you. He touches the rose on the backs of your thigh, to the swell of your cheek, up your back until he reaches the top of your shoulder where you feel his breath on you.

“I said I was sorry,” he says before kissing your shoulder.

You crane your neck to take a look at him and are greeted by the rose that he held up to you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day. I was a complete idiot last night,” he says softly.

You turned your body over slightly to get a better look at him then hold up your left hand to his face. “You know what this is, right?” You asked him, referring to the rings on your finger. “In case you forgot–this means that I am yours and only yours–for life, Jeon Jungkook.”

He gives you a half smile. “Sorry. I was just–”

“You’re lucky I think you’re sexier when you’re all possessive and jealous,” you said, cutting him off.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Is that right?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“So you’re saying,” he slowly reaches down to palm your ass cheek, “You like when I get territorial?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“I was really pissed off, you know.” His eyes turned dark with lust. His hand shifts to your hip, turning you over, flat on your back.

“I know you were.” Your breath started to get ragged in anticipation of his next move.

“I’ve been thinking of ways to make you pay for it.” His voice was dangerously low now as he hovered over you.

You bit your lip as your heart started to race. “Show me,” you breathed out, heat already pooling between your thighs.

He gives you a smirk before he takes his tie off his neck. You eyed it carefully–it wasn’t the first time he’s bound you.

You weren’t deep into BDSM kink but every now and then, you dabbled in sensory deprivation since Jungkook loved to surprise you so much by blindfolding you, you eventually tried it in the bedroom. Unsurprisingly, it brought a whole new dimension to your sex life.

You presented your wrists to him but he shook his head ‘no.’ You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“Don’t you want to make me pay for it?”

“No. I was bad–so I want you to punish me,” he says as he hands you his tie.

You could have orgasmed after hearing him say that right then but you bit the inside of your cheek to contain your excitement.

“O-okay,” you said with a hint of hesitation. You didn’t really know how to top from the bottom but you were game to try it. You glanced at the tie in your hand then back at him and your expression turns serious. You realized he was still fully-clothed.

“Stand up,” you ordered.

“Yes, ma’am,” he complies and gets up from your bed, awaiting further instruction.

You got up slowly and sat on your heels. “Strip for me.”

“As you wish,” he says, never taking his eyes off you. His button-down shirt comes off first. You drank him in, eyeing his chiseled torso–with that tattooed sleeve in full display. He unbuckles his belt then undoes the top button of his trousers and unzips them–achingly slowly–until he pulls his boxers’ waistband down to tease you further. Your mouth has already started to water, embarrassingly enough but you didn’t care.

He was all yours.

“All the way off,” you commanded.

He complies, pulling his bottoms all the way off. His cock standing at attention right in front of you. You fought every instinct to take him deep into your mouth.

So you cleared your throat in an attempt to stay focused–you were not good at this at all but you kept up the ruse. “Good. Now get on the bed–back against the headboard.”

He obeys, crawling back to the bed, just as you ordered.

You take his tie and gesture at his hands. He presents his wrists to you and you thread his hands through the loop and tighten the knot.

Since moving into your place, you had switched out your queen-sized mattress into a king–you liked to cuddle but let’s face it–you also liked your space. But it also gave you more room to play.

With the new mattress came a new headboard purchase. This new one conveniently had a bar over the tufted cushion.

You pulled his bound wrists over his head then fed the loose end of the tie around the bar and knotted it there.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” You asked him.

He nodded.

“I want to hear you say it, Jungkook.”

“Yes, YN,” he rasped.

“Good boy,” you grinned slyly. “Hmm…so what should we do with you,” you wondered out loud as you caressed his chin with your finger.

“So…you were mad because some guy that I don’t even think about anymore liked some pictures on my phone?”

He nodded his head.

“What was that? I can’t hear you.”

“Yes,” he said.

“Did you–like the pictures that I sent to you this afternoon?”

“Yes,” he said tenderly this time.

“Do you think–maybe…I should have sent him some pictures, too?”

“No,” he said with a clipped tone, followed by a low rumble within his chest.

“Well, I wouldn’t have done that.” Your hand rested on his torso and slowly slid down his abdomen. “I told you–” his cock twitches as you lift your hand right before landing on his crotch.

You move your hands up your waist until they rest on your breasts. “I’m all yours, Jungkook.” You moaned softly as you gave them a squeeze.

He gives a soft grunt and you feel him buck his hips slightly against you.

You reached around your back to unclasp the hook of your bra, slowly shook it off and tossed it to the side.

You palmed them with your hands, pinching and pulling on your hardened nipples. “You like what you see?”

“Yes,” he says as he licks his lips. It absolutely gutted him that he couldn’t touch you right now.

You started to roll your clothed crotch against his.

“Is that good,” you asked.

He moaned softly. “Hmm…yes.”

You stilled your hips then took the base of his cock with your hand and began to stroke. He hisses with the contact. God, he was so hard for you.

“Does that feel good?”

“Fuck…yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking on the pre-cum that was already beading there.

He groaned while his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. You then ran the flat of your tongue from the base up to the tip before taking him into your mouth.

You took him in deeper until the tip hit the back of your throat.

“Aahh–what the fuhh–”

You bobbed your head up and down his length, his hips slowly thrusting into your mouth. He moans in between ragged breaths as you hollow your cheeks and sucked him in deeper. It turned you on so much, you were already soaking wet.

You decided that you weren’t strong enough for this. You were losing control and happily wanted to relinquish control back to him. You were aching to feel him in you. You wanted him to handle you.

You released his cock from your mouth with a pop before sitting up to lean over and reach up to the headboard. You loosened his restraints and freed himself from his tie. He watched you intently as you leaned back slightly to strip your soaked underwear off you before turning over the bed on all fours.

“I need you to fuck me hard, Jungkook,” you practically begged him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he obeys as he moves swiftly behind you to pull your ass up higher and pushes back into you. You were so slick for him that it didn’t take much effort at all.

He started to pump his hips–thrusting in and out of you, teasing you with shallow plunges.

“Harder,” you said.

You felt him dig his fingers into your hips before pulling out, stopping right at the tip. “Like this,” he asks before slamming hard into you.

“Fuck…yesss…” He repeated this twice until he got into this torturous rhythm. My god, you loved it when he was so deep like this.

He continued to rail into you…over and over, stroking your trembling walls relentlessly–claiming you as his and his alone. You were firmly pinned to the mattress by his grip, and his weight–completely at his mercy.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet–is that all for me, hm?”

“Yes, yes–” you rasped.

“You like being a dirty slut just for me, huh?”

“Hmmmfuucck,” you whined.

“I can’t hear you, baby. Are you a dirty slut for me,” he says as he fisted your hair into his fingers while he continues to drill his length into you.

“Yes, fuck!” You snapped as your orgasm neared. Your fingers found your aching bud and you rubbed it with perfect pressure–just enough to bring you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you’re getting so tight…are you gonna cum hard for me?”

“Gooood, yes,” you groaned. A few more swipes of your fingers and hard thrusting of his hips, you were writing in pleasure underneath him.

He continues to slam his cock into you a few more times until his hips still and he lets out a long, drawn out moan as his climax rippled through his body.

He pulls out of you slowly then collapses on the bed next to you while you slowly roll over to your side, facing him.

As you both came down from your highs, you smiled at him even though you were completely spent.

His eyes fluttered, suddenly filled with concern. “A-are you okay? Was that too rough?”

“No,” you said simply. “That was great!” You both chuckled.

After a beat, you attempted to get up to go to the bathroom when he stopped you.

“No, stay–I’ll grab a towel for you,” he says as he gets off the bed to make his way there instead.

You had fully intended to go back in there to retrieve something for him but he was already ahead of you. Oh well–he’d see it anyway.

“YN,” he yells out.

“Yes?” He seems to have found them.

“What the fuck is this?”

“What is what,” you asked, acting stupid while trying to stifle a giggle.

He walks out of the bathroom with three sticks in his hand. “What is–what is this,” he asks softly.

You sat up, leaning against your elbows to see what he was referring to. “Uhm…” you bit your lip.

“Are we–are you–”

You grinned before you nodded. “Yes,” you mouthed.

His hand flies to his mouth with a gasp. “Oh, shit,” he laughs. “Are you serious?”

“I mean–there’s three different tests. One of them is digital and actually says the word on the screen,” you laughed.

“Holy shit–we’re going to be parents…I’m going to be a dad. Oh shit,” he babbles. He was clearly in shock.

“A-are you excited?” you asked apprehensively.

“Am I excited? I’m fucking over the moon!” he cups your chin to kiss you. “Oh my god–oh my god, I love you so much,” he says in between kisses then freezes all of a sudden with a look of terror in his face.

“Fuck! And you just let me fuck you like that and cum in you after you already knew? What if I hurt it? Oh shit…and I called you names–fuck!” He rakes his fingers through his hair in a panic.

You fell in absolute stitches.

“Fuck, YN–this is serious! What if I damaged the baby?”

You rolled your eyes. “Jungkook–I’m telling you, lots of people have sex while they’re pregnant.”

“Not like that,” he shrieks.

You giggled. “Don’t worry–the baby didn’t hear it, I promise.” You weren’t sure if that was true but you wanted to calm your husband down and not alarm him further.

You grab his face in your hands and look into his eyes. “The baby will be fine, okay? I called my OB this morning to confirm–she said that we can still have sex like we usually do–based on comfort level.”

You figured you might have to adjust your positions once your belly started to swell but you were a ways away from that.

You gave him a soft, lingering kiss. “Are you calm now?”

He nods then sighs. “Yeah. Sorry for panicking, bub. And…I’m sorry again for the way I acted last night.”

You wave him off. “It’s all in the past, Kook. I’m having your baby now,” you beamed.

He smiles back at you then looks down at your belly. He reaches out to rest his hand on it while you put your hands over his.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jungkook. I love you,” you smiled.

He plants a kiss on your abdomen and smiles before looking up at you. “I love you both.”

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taestefully-in-luv · 4 years ago

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Always You | JJK (One)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader, slight Taehyung x Reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack

Word Count: 10.2k (yikes, I know) (I will try to shorten future chapters, ya girl is sorry)

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, puking, reader is a drunk cry baby, reader is kinda embarrassing, jk is kinda jelaous, mentions of sleeping around, reader and jk are pretty affectionate, jk’s thighs are mentioned—that’s like, a warning in itself right?

Notes: hiiiii, the first part is here! Once again, really nervous about this so please go easy on me but mostly, just enjoy! :) also sorry for any typos!!!!

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The sun is a magical thing. It lights up and warms the Earth, it enhances your mood, it helps plants grow, it literally provides for life. Without the sun, life on Earth would cease to exist. What the sun also does? The sun also shines down on us and lights up the most beautiful things. The sun today, however, is especially highlighting the most beautiful thing. The way the glittering rays gleam through the windows you can see how todays sun focuses on him.

That’s right, you guessed it. Kim Taehyung. His skin is absolutely glowing in the rays, his eyes sparkle in the light that shines down. Yes, Kim Taehyung is an other-worldly being. The way he just stands there and shimmers you can’t help but stare but also like, shy away because his beauty is so god damn blinding. Wait…was this dramatic? This might be dramatic. You’re too far gone to care though. His boxy grin, the way his hair falls into his eyes, the mole on his—

“I just want you to know, you are fucking drooling.” You hear the scoff of the man across from you, Jeon Jungkook, also known as your best friend.

You lazily shake your head as the two of you sit nice and snug in the booths of your favorite coffee shop. It’s one of the colder spring days, the breeze biting at your skin when you were outside but now, you have Jungkook’s scarf wrapped loosely around your neck and hot coffee in your hands.

“I mean, I get it. He’s gorgeous but do you really have to go this far?”

You bring the white mug full of black coffee to your lips. It’s hot and burns the tip of your tongue, but not anything you’re not use to.

“Yes.” You state plainly. You know exactly to what he is referring to. You don’t usually come here at this time, in fact you are usually a creature of habit and come at the same time on the same days… Tuesday and Thursdays in the evening but its Friday and like 1pm. But you knew Kim Taehyung was going to be here when he snapped a picture of the famous white mug with the shops logo on it and posted on his story. You bring your hand up to your forehead, saluting to the sky, “Thank you Snapchat.” So yes, naturally when you saw he was at this coffee shop you hurried to make sure you were too. Maybe it is fucking desperate. Okay it is. But could you blame a girl? He was one of the hottest guys you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

“This is ridiculous,” Jungkook huffs into his own mug, “You could just talk to him…”

Now it was your turn to scoff.

“As fucking if!”

Jungkook smirks into his mug, taking a sip of the burning hot coffee. “That incapable, hmm?”

“It’s not that I’m incapable JK,” You blow on the drink nonchalantly, “I am simply just not worthy.”

“You are so stupid, I swear.” He huffs into his mug again.

“What do you mean?”

Jungkook breathes out slowly, biting his lip as if contemplating what to say.

It’s like, what can he say? He wishes he could tell you a million things that would ease your mind, that could possibly give you the confidence you need or maybe just slap the reality on you that Taehyung doesn’t deserve you. But then he will get asked ‘why’ and he can’t have that.

“What?” you whine into your cup before setting it down.

“You’re really cool and also pretty?” he says quirking a brow in question. Because apparently that’s all he can come up with.

“That’s a question? Also am I dying? You’re complimenting me?” you tease, giving him an exaggerated look of satisfaction.

“I just mean…” Jungkook runs a hand through his messy dark locks, “You have nothing to worry about, ya know?”

Nothing to worry about he says! What does he know? He can literally get any girl—or guy for that matter—that he wants. You dip your head, frowning at the idea.

Jungkook has been your best friend since your freshmen year and there’s nothing you treasure more than his friendship. You bite your lips and tilt your head trying to recall his first presence in your life…oh! That stupid frat party freshmen year…you met at a frat party during your first semester and totally hit it off. Did he try to get into your pants? Okay, yeah maybe. He offered a room just up the stairs that night, but you refused…seemingly too shy. But Jungkook was nothing but understanding. He pat your back and said he knew a better place, and that was the 24 diner down the street. And the rest is history

“Obviously I don’t know and oh my god don’t look but—” You try saying before Jungkook is completely turning his head around to look. Classic Jungkook.

“Oh hey Tae.” Jungkook says in The Kim Taehyungs direction. Taehyung walks up to your table, you thought the sun only highlighted his beauty but up close he is the sun. You knew it was a magical thing.

“Hey guys! “ Taehyung stands there as bright as a fucking light, waving at you and your best friend. Oh yeah, did we forget to mention Jungkook is also friends with said Kim Taehyung? Okay, so maybe talking to Taehyung shouldn’t be that hard, since you share the same fucking friends. And you guys are technically friends too.

“Sup dude.” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly, picking up his coffee mug once again. His long fingers wrapping around the porcelain, warming him up. You watch as Jungkook takes a sip of his beverage with his doe eyes on you, he nods his head towards Taehyung and winks at you as he gulps down the drink. Of course, he’s teasing you.

“Hey y/n!” Taehyungs smile shines so brightly you want to actually kill yourself. What is up with this dude and being so blinding?

“Hey Taehyung…” you gulp your coffee awkwardly, giving him a small wave of the hand.

“y/n I told you to call me Tae!”

“Right…” you chuckle into the coffee creating bubbles of the liquid like the fucking pathetic lil thang you are.

Yeah, talking to The Kim Taehyung is not your specialty. Never was.

2 years ago

Your head is buried in books on the table of your campuses library with Jungkook fast asleep next to you. Statistics shouldn’t be this hard but it fucking is and you are groaning into your book, on the verge of pulling your hair out when a deep voice that rumbles your insides interrupts you—actually fuck it, you don’t feel like getting into a flashback. Just know that you met Taehyung (officially through Jungkook) and he ended up calling you pretty and you’ve thought about it every day since. Because you are pathetic. What’s new?

And that was it, that’s all it took for you to gain a massive crush on the boy.

“What’s up dude?” Jungkook asks again. He is now scrolling through his phone, probably swiping through Tinder, if you have to guess. And you’re right because he’s turning his phone towards you showing you some random girl, his wide eyes asking for your opinion. You roll your eyes and nod your head ‘yes’. As you can guess, this happens quite often.

“Ummm…” Taehyung runs a frustrated hand through his hair, you slowly tilt your head to soak him in when you notice he looks almost…panicked? “I need help with something actually,” but he isn’t looking at Jungkook as he says this, no. He’s looking at you.

“You see that girl at the counter over there? The one with long hair, not the other one.” He nods his head in the general direction while still remaining discreet.

You tilt your head to steal a glance at the counter and yes you do see the girl he is referring to. She’s got long brown hair that reaches her waist and man, she is gorgeous. Big, bright eyes. Full, pouting lips. Long legs and yeah, the works. Taehyung sure knows how to pick them. Did he need help to get her number of something? Like a wing woman? You mean, does he really need the help?

“Yes, I see her.” Is all you say to him and you expect him to ask you to go over there but instead he says,

“Great. I need you to be my girlfriend.”

You blink lazily at him as you process his words while Jungkook chokes on his drink.

“You want her to be your what?” Jungkook is the first to speak.

“My girlfriend.” He says again before his eyes go wide, “Like, like my fake girlfriend.” Taehyung turns a wonderful shade of red before his hand is reaching to scratch the back of his neck, chuckling to himself. “This girl—Anna…she is a bit obsessed? Ya know? Won’t leave me alone type thing and …and I have tried saying I have a girlfriend but she followed me to this coffee shop when she heard I was here. Like, who does that?”

Now it’s your turn to turn red, because you. You would fucking do that.

“That’s horrible Taehy—” you begin to say before Taehyungs large eyes pierce into your own, “Please y/n.”

“Anna???” Jungkook cuts in setting his phone on the table. “Like Anna Anna?” Jungkook squints his eyes at his friend before scoffing. “...She’s not doing it.” his eyes go between Taehyung and this girl Anna. “Don’t involve her in whatever game you—"

“I’ll do it.” You say, even surprising yourself. “I mean, it’s just pretend and for this moment so why not?” you begin to explain yourself. Plus for a few minutes you can pretend you’re really his girlfriend and your delusional mind will thrive off that.

Tae is quick to straighten his back and smile widely before he is ushering you to scoot over in the booth to let him in. “Scoot scoot” he whispers, grinning from ear to ear.

“Tae, you can’t be serious—” Jungkook is quick to say something, anything. His hands scrambling to grab his phone and hands it to Taehyung from across the table. “Here. Call up some other girl to do this. Don’t involve y/n.” Taehyung gives Jungkook a look of panic before Jungkook speaks up again, “Plus, y/n would be the worst fake girlfriend,” And that’s it. That’s all it takes. Jungkook’s constant negativity pisses you off so much that it drives what you say next.

“No need Taehyung.” You snatch Jungkook’s phone and shove it back in his hands. “Why don’t you call up one of your girls yourself and leave us alone?”

Jungkook looks at you shocked, his brows furrowing so deeply you are almost concerned for his face and the wrinkles that might set in.

“y/n…?” his stupid doe eyes look at you with so much confusion.

“I just mean, I can do this Jungkook. Don’t have to be so concerned.”

At that, Taehyung lights up.

“Great!” and his long arm wraps around your waist and when he was sure Anna is looking he leans in to plant a soft kiss to your cheek. “Thanks for doing this…” he whispers in your ear before placing another kiss.

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s shocked ones. He looks like he just saw a ghost, all the color drained from his face as he watches you and Taehyung.

“Uh….” You don’t have any words for Taehyung—or Tae as he likes to be called.

You don’t even have the balls to glance his way, you don’t even have the balls to breathe in his direction.

“Look at me?” Taehyung’s finger is on your chin, guiding it towards his face.

“No…” Jungkook spurts out, “I mean, y/n don’t we have to go?” Jungkook looks at you with a look you’ve never really seen before. Maybe it’s desperation but you don’t really care.

“We don’t actually” you respond nonchalantly.

And with that you turn to face Taehyung more properly. His face is so close to yours it’s almost suffocating.

“What is it…Tae?” you try out his nickname for the first time. His cheeks flush and he scoots back just an inch.

“Thank you for doing this but…” his eyes slide to the side, eyeing Jungkook. “I was thinking we could do this for a couple of weeks, at the least. Ya know, to make it believable.”

Surprising you and Taehyung, Jungkook rises from his seat at the booth,

“y/n let’s go.” He simply states, not even looking at you. Taehyung looks panicked as you look between the boys.

“Tae…” you started to say before Jungkook reaches over the table to grab your wrist, “Come oooooooonnnnn” But you are quick to yank it back.

“Stop Jungkook, you’re being childish.”

Taehyung tightens his hold on you, “Yeah Kookie, sit back down…please.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes at Taehyung, giving him a look that screams ‘are you serious?!’

“Childish? Okay.” He gives you a look of disappointment before grabbing his phone and his bag and walking away from the table. You watch in disbelief as Jungkook’s figure disappears from your view. What was up with him?

“Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on with him…”

“Right…” Tae responds quietly, his grip on your waist loosening up. “He’s just really protective over you, huh?” Taehyung bites his lip in contemplation, “y/n. I’m serious, let’s do this. I’ll pay for your coffee for the next month if you do this with me. Please, I am quite literally begging you.” He breathes out through his nose in an attempt to laugh. “She won’t leave me alone otherwise.”

You bite your lip in deep thought, your brows pulled together. Taehyung couldn’t help but find you cute.

“For a month? What happened to a few weeks?” you ask, a playful smirk gracing your features.

Taehyung couldn’t help the grin that made its way on his face.

“1 month.” He breathes out. “Unless you fall in love with me during that time and beg for more time….” He pokes his tongue out, his teasing tone going straight to your lady bits. If only he knew.

“Fine, but we should set some ground rules…don’t you think?”

“Okay. Like what?”

“Oh…I don’t—”

Taehyung raises a brow, “Don’t say something stupid like ‘no kissing’…because we want to make it as realistic as possible, don’t we?” he leans in just a bit more. Without Jungkook around Taehyung seems a bit more confident.

“Oh, you want to kiss me then?”

“It’s just for show. We don’t gotta think too hard about it.” His face inches closer and closer.

“Love…” you say, in a complete daze. Too lost in Taehyungs big brown eyes.

“What about it?” he doesn’t blink, just continues to stare into your eyes.

“We…would if one of us catches feelings? Then we should stop it, right?” You choke out.

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut as an impossibly cute giggle escapes his lips, “You’re so cute. How many romcoms have you watched to come up with that line?”

“I’m serious.” You push your head back, “This could become hurtful if one of us falls in love…” You say this knowing it’s you. Well, obviously. Just because Taehyung called you pretty 2 years ago doesn’t mean he likes you.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Taehyung gets close again, “I’ll tell you.” And then he leans in, just an inch from your face. His lips hovering over your own and you can see his eyes still on you, like he’s silently asking for permission. You can’t help the nod of your head and you, yourself don’t stop yourself from leaning in.

Taehyungs lips are just as soft as you had always imagined. His lips only peck yours, the kiss is short but sweet. Once he pulls back you see his eyes slide to the counter where that Anna girl stands, and a look of relief washes over his features.

“Thank God, she bought it. She looks pissed,” he laughs loudly, “She saw us and is totally storming out!”

Oh, right. This is all for show.

“Oh, good.”

“Thanks y/n!” Taehyung’s smile is so wide it takes up the entire booth. He goes in for a quick hug, pulling back he smiles again before reaching his hand to pat your head.

“You’re a good girl.” He says and slips out of the booth. Welp, you wish those words didn’t go straight to your vagina.

“Uh, thanks.” You sputter out, not entirely sure what just happened.

“See you later?” he asks then his face lights up, “I’ll bring you a coffee.”

“Well, that is the deal.” You shoot him some pathetic finger guns.

You stare down at your now cold coffee, and look across from you at the now empty booth where Jungkook once sat.

“I’ll text you with more details later!” he shakes his phone in his hand,

“Bye bye…girlfriend.” He finishes off with a wink and skips, yes fucking skips away.

You are left alone at your table, with an empty seat across from you and a cold coffee. And now a fake boyfriend with the guy you have a massive crush on. This couldn’t possibly go all wrong, could it?

~~~

“This is definitely going to go all wrong, you realize that, right? This is a bad idea y/n and you know it.”

Jungkook’s legs are swung over your own as he lays on the couch, his focus on his phone in his hands. He wears his gray puma sweat suit you love so much and smells exactly the same as always—clean laundry and his own musk. You can’t help but eye him over, his dark strands of hair falling into his eyes as he bobbles his head to rid himself of the stray pieces. You aren’t blind, Jungkook is like, crazy hot and sometimes your staring can become a problem.

“Like, ‘we can’t fall in love with each other’” he mocks, “What sort of bullshit? You already in love, aren’t you?” he peeks over his phone to get a look at you waiting for some sort of rejection of his words.

“It’s just a crush, Jungkook.”

“Sure.” His eyes go back to his screen. “You’re pretty dumb for doing this.”

“Did I mention we kissed?”

“Only 100 times now you sicko.” Jungkook rolls his eyes and you can’t help but giggle.

It’s no secret that Jungkook is against this—whatever this is. He always has been…ever since you mentioned it 2 years ago sophomore year.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?!” you ask in disbelief.

You just confessed your little crush on Taehyung to Jungkook, the two of you sitting across from one another in the library when he rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed.

“Can you not yell? We’re literally in a library. And I don’t feel like getting kicked out this week…again.” He rolls his pen between his fingers as he speaks.

“Okay one: that’s your own fault for getting caught with your hand down some girls pants. And Two: what do you mean ‘no’?”

“Taehyung is off limits for you.” He says, totally unbothered.

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“It means, he’s my friend for one so gross, and also he’s kind of like…emotionally unavailable.”

You chew on your pen, wondering what that could mean. Like, he doesn’t date? He doesn’t ‘do’ relationships? He’s already in love with someone else?

“I’m not telling you.” Jungkook’s pen slides against his paper as he writes, “His life.”

Oh, you asked that out loud.

“Whatever Jungkook, it’s just a crush.”

It feels nice to have a crush on someone other than…

Ding

Your phone goes off and you hurry to check it. What? It could be Taehyung wanting to go over the details of the ‘plan’. But much to your disappointment it was just Jimin.

Jimin 9:42pm

Where are you guys? Party has BEEN started girl

Y/N 9:42pm

We’re about to leave babe, see you soonish

Jimin 9:43pm

You guys fuckin? *smirk face emoji*

Y/N 9:43pm

Did you just…write smirk face emoji instead of putting the emoji itself

Y/N 9:44pm

Also how many times do I have to tell you JK and I aren’t like that

Jimin 9:45pm

Whatevs, see you soon babe xoxo

You set your phone down in your lap, your fingers going to massage Jungkook’s calves as you sneak a glance at him, he closes his eyes in satisfaction as you continue massaging the muscle.

“We gotta get go—also, that’s now what you’re wearing right?”

“Not going tonight. But have fun.” Jungkook sets his phone on his chest, letting out a long breath while folding his arms behind his head. He looks comfortable like, you almost believe him that he’s really staying in.

“Yeah, okay.”

“I’m serious.”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N why don’t we just stay in tonight?” He whines, he unfolds his arms and reaches for your hand. “Let’s go buy a 12 pack, get fucked up and just ya know, stay in.” Though this doesn’t sound like a bad idea, it also sounds like every Friday night with the two of you and you want to do something different tonight. But it would take some convincing. You interlock your fingers with his and he melts at your touch, his dopey smile growing.

“It’s a good idea, right?” he says, blinking up at you.

You smile back, tilting your head just the slightest before your smile drops altogether.

“No.”

“Ugh!” Jungkook throws his head back on the sofas armrest, “Why are you like this?”

“You still love me.” You chirp swinging his legs off yours and standing to your feet.

“Now get dressed and I promise that I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the weekend and you can bring whatever poor girl back to the apartment.”

Oh yes, your best friend is also your roommate. You’ve been living together for the last year—it just made the most sense. He was always over at yours or vise versa. So it made the most sense to save money and just room together. It worked out almost perfectly—almost. He paid his half of rent on time, he cleaned the dishes, he did laundry. Wait a minute, what the hell did you offer? That’s beside the point, the best of all he was always there when you needed him. The one downfall…the girls he brought over.

It got so bad that you couldn’t even sleep. You get it, your best friend is obviously…gifted. If the girls whines and moans and screams were any indication. So you had to set some rules for your sanity! For one, the other must always warn the other when bring home a person for the night. And two, its best if the other is already like, not home. Jungkook quickly agreed…something about how he doesn’t want to hear you either.

So, offering to be gone all weekend so he can have as much sex in his bed as he wants is probably going to be convincing enough.

You study Jungkook’s features, his brows pinched together almost comically, and his lips formed into the cutest pout.

“All weekend?” he asks, kicking imaginary rocks with his feet. “Like, no interruptions?”

“No interruptions you absolute whore.”

“Fine, deal.” He looks into your eyes and something flashes across them that you cant pinpoint. “I guess I’ll get dressed…but wait, where will you stay?”

“Probably with Jimin.” You shrug.

“Hm, okay.” Jungkook walks towards his room while lifting his sweatshirt over his head and throwing it behind him, the article of clothing landing on the floor. “And you’re doing laundry.”

“Brat.” You say rolling your eyes but you can’t help but smile.

You don’t take long to get ready yourself, you settle for a casual look tonight…okay, semi-casual, meaning you’re wearing jeans but you are wearing a nice, low cut blouse that shows a generous amount of cleavage. It’s your go to titty shirt. You aren’t really looking to get laid tonight or anything but you do want onlookers to wish you were.

You bounce your knee up and down while sitting on the sofa as you not so patiently wait on your bff, you call out for him but he only yells back that you need to like, chill out. After what feels like forever, the creak of his bedroom door opening can be heard and you quickly stand to your feet to face him.

“Woah.” Is all you manage to say as Jungkook walks out of his room, his cologne filling the air around you. “You look…” you can’t even finish your sentence without Jungkook’s stupid smirk already on his face. His pants are skin tight, the material practically melted on to his thick thighs that are deliciously exposed thanks to rips and holes. His plain white tee is accompanied by a fine leather jacket and his hair is split down the middle, the waves adorning his face. He looks damn good. And you both fucking know it.

“I look?” he teases, walking closer to you. His cologne suffocating your nostrils but you aren’t upset about it.

“You look…fine. You look better than before at least.” You choke out. It’s not that Jungkook is capable of making you nervous but sometimes he has this aura about him…no, you don’t even want to get into it. Those are thoughts you’ve trained yourself to push away.

“Whatever.” His eyes skim over your body shamelessly, “You look fine too.” He winks, walking past you.

“Ready to go?” he calls out over his shoulder. You can’t help but watch his tight ass walk away. Did you really say tight ass? Well it is!

“Yeah, lemme grab my purse and uh, uh we can go. You’re driving.”

~~~

“About fucking time, sluts.”

“Hello to you too, Jiminie.” You crack a smile as your friend goes in for a quick but tight hug.

When Jungkook finally introduced you to all his friends the one you hit it off with the most was good ol’ Jimin. He immediately became one of your closest friends.

“Yo Park.” Jungkook’s eyes are all around the place, not even sparing Jimin a glance. No doubt looking for his girl for the night already. What? It’s a safe assumption.

“Jeon.” Jimin rolls his eyes playfully. “You guys took forever, too busy fucking?”

You hit Jimin’s shoulder with your own, giving him a look that says you’ll scold him later.

“She wishes.” Jungkook finally puts his attention on the two of you, a wide smile growing on his face.

“Shut up.”

“What? It’s true! Oh my god Jimin, you should of seen her face when she saw me walk out in this fit.” Jungkook stands tall, hands grabbing onto the material of his leather jacket,

“She was like “oh my god Jungkook you look so go—” You go to hit his stomach with your fist but thanks to his rock hard abs you only end up hurting yourself. “Fuck! Ow! What’s under your shirt?” you yell over the music.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He says with a wink.

The words ring a bell of familiarity in your head, each syllable echoing softly. A small smile forms on your lips and Jungkook gives you the softest smile in return. Did he just say the same line he used on you 3 years ago when you two met?

3 years ago

The music is booming so loudly you can’t even hear yourself think. This isn’t your first frat party and probably won’t be your last but you just can’t get use to it. You let your dormmate drag you to this stupid party only for her to ditch you in the first 10 minutes. Great.

You weave through the crowd trying to locate the kitchen to get your hands on the strongest drink you can find, lord knows you need it.

The kitchen is just as crowded as the rest of the house unfortunately. So many bodies. Bodies doing shots. Bodies doing shots off other bodies. Bodies playing games. Bodies grinding against other bodies. So many fucking bodies. It is honestly overwhelming. You walk towards the punch bowl, reaching for a red solo cup when another hand bumps into yours.

“Whoops sorry, go ahead.” The hand is attached to this boy—or man? Should you say man? He sure looks like one. He eyes you up and down before smiling down at you.

“Freshmen?” he asks.

You slump your shoulders, “Do I really look that outta place?” you pout.

“It’s not that…I just have a way of knowing.” He laughs. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

Namjoon, huh? He is cute that was for sure. “Y/N.” you say placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Pretty!” he smiles, then his eyes look behind you. “Ay! Jungkook! What did I say?! No more Keg stands!!!!” Then Namjoon’s eyes are back on you, “Sorry Y/N gotta go, gotta take care of this brat.” Then walks past you to this mysterious Jungkook person.

Your eyes follow Namjoon as he rushes to whoever this Jungkook guy is. Namjoon pulls him to the side obviously scolding him for apparently doing too many keg stands. Jungkook looks like a small child who is about to get grounded, and you can’t help but giggle. Unfortunately, this caught Jungkook’s attention. He looks straight at you, his eyes narrowing. Wait a minute. You recognize him! He definitely looks like the same guy from your Lit class on Tuesday and Thursdays. Yup, you get one long good look at him and he is definitely the same heartthrob of a dude from your class. All the girls go crazy for this guy, you mean, you guess you get it. He is really hot. He’s got on a black t shirt and some ripped jeans, and tousled hair.

Jungkook looks at you again with furrowed brows then smirks. Fuck, you were staring. And got caught. You see Jungkook pat Namjoon on the shoulder a few times then walk past him, much to Namjoon’s annoyance.

And he’s walking towards….you. FUCK. In a total panic, you twirl around to face the wall, yes the fucking wall when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“’Scuse me?” a voice says from behind you. You’re not going to play dumb, you know who the voice probably belongs to. You stay facing the wall, like a fucking weirdo.

“Wanna turn around?” his voice is light and teasing and you can’t help the long release of breath before turning to face him. Wow. Up close he’s even more handsome….

“Hi?” you sputter out, completely unaware of how lame and shy you sound.

“Hey, like what you see?” he nods his head in the direction he just came from, clearly amused.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Apparently playing dumb is how you decide to go about this. You stare at him with a blank expression, swaying from side to side. Lucky for you it’s in beat with the music so you look kind of cool. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“I mean, you kept staring at me so.”

“No, its…it’s not like that”

“Then, what’s it like?”

“I just…I thought I recognized you so…” you wipe your sweaty hands on your black denim skirt. “That’s all.” You finish, still looking at him like you haven’t done anything weird tonight.

“Anderson’s Lit class right?” he asks with a pointed look. “I recognized you too.” His smirk does things to your lower half but you shouldn’t be admitting that right now.

“Oh?” is all you manage to say.

Jungkook studies you for a few moments, his gaze so dark and intimidating and you feel so flushed with his eyes on you. Then he groans with fingers rushing through his messy hair,

“Do you understand this week’s assignment?”

He…he wants to talk about school?

“Yes, I do. Because this assignment is wack as fuck.”

OH. You must of asked that out loud.

“Yes, you did.”

Oh, that too.

“Umm, yeah. What aren’t you understanding?” you finally say something relevant.

“It’s just more like, I think it’s a stupid assignment.” He chuckles, “Oh, you got something—” he reaches his hand forward to your hair, his fingers brushing through your long strands, pulling back with a piece of string. “Got it.” He says with a sly smile.

HOW CHEESY!!!! But like, it still made the heartbeat in your vagina go boom boom.

“Ya know…” he begins, his eyes never leaving yours as he talks. You actually don’t even know what he is talking about but his lips move so quickly you try to follow them. Your eyes on his lips the whole time, you don’t even realize it.

“…and that’s why I think it’s stupid.” He finally finishes with an obnoxious laugh. “Hey—hey are you even listening?” he says, his lips in a pout. You would know because they are all you’ve been staring at.

“Huh?” you blink lazily up at him, “Oh. Yeah. I totally agree.”

Jungkook stares at you seriously for a second before breaking out into a cackle, yes a cackle like he’s some hysterical witch. Which sounds really unattractive but honestly you’re digging it.

“It’s okay, you weren’t listening. I guess I’m not that interesting, huh?”

“No no! You are!” You’re quick to say, your hands waving frantically in front of you.

“Oh? So you do find me interesting?” he smirks, folding his arms across his chest.

You scoff at his words, appreciating his moves on you with a sly smile.

“Are you always this smooth?” you ask, a light teasing tone laced in your voice.

“Oh baby, you can find out. Should we go upstairs? I know a room.” He teases back.

Feeling so at home lost in your memories with Jungkook, you finally break free from the flashback. For some reason that’s a flashback you don’t mind reliving.

“Smooth.” You grin at Jungkook, you can’t help the blush that paints itself on your cheeks.

“For you? Always.” He grins back. You two just stare at one another, basking in the memories of your friendship.

“Okay, enough.” Jimin cuts in, his hands on both yours and Jungkook’s shoulders, “Either actually get a room and finally fuck or get on with your nights.”

You and Jungkook exchange awkward glances before turning towards the living room to join the party. Jimin is left at the houses entrance by the front door, totally dumbfounded. “these two idiots…” he scoffs under his breath, his eyes rolling so far back into his head.

Hours pass and you know what? The party isn’t as lame as you thought it might be. You are lost in the music on the living rooms dance floor with a red solo cup in one hand and your phone in the other.

“y/n!” you hear the call of one of your closest girlfriends.

“Trina!!!” you stumble towards her with a lopsided grin, you reach for her bringing her in for a long hug.

“Woah, someone’s drunk.” She laughs her loud laugh that you love so much. “And damn, the titty shirt is out tonight? Nice.”

“Not drunk” you giggle, and then continue to giggle again for no apparent reason.

“Right…” Trina slaps your back enthusiastically, “Where’s…” she then lowers her voice with a smirk, “lover boy?”

“who? Jungkook?” you ask with the tilt of your head.

Trina’s head pushes back with a confused expression, “What? No! I’m talking about…” she lowers her voice again, “Taehyung!”

OH. Right. You had texted Trina as soon as the whole ordeal with Taehyung unraveled. She knows of your long time crush and totally supports the idea of fake dating because as she puts it:

“Girl! This is your chance! Show him what a great girlfriend you would be, he would totally fall in love with you for real for real.”

And you have to say, you like where her head is at. Complete opposite of what Jungkook is always saying.

“Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t see him around.” You sway side to side, your lit up phone catching your attention.

Jungkook 1:22am

Don’t come home tonight ;)

You can’t help but roll your eyes. How is he so quick?

Y/N 1:23am

Alreadyasydy tslked 2 Jiminie, staying w hum toniteeee.

Jungkook 1:24am

y/n…you’re not too drunk right?

Jungkook 1:27am

y/n????

You are back to shaking your ass with Trina by your side, the bass of the music thumping so loudly you can feel it vibrate your whole body. Body after body pushes into you, causing you to stumble every few seconds. But your grip on your refilled solo cup doesn’t loosen, not as you chug back your drink.

“Gonna grab another!” you slur, nodding your head towards the kitchen. Trina only gives you a thumbs up as she continues to dance with some random girl.

The walk to the kitchen feels like it’s taking forever, the way the walls swirl around you makes you feel sick. You stagger through the kitchens walk way when you feel two arms wrap around your middle.

“My girlfriend!” You hear the slur of words in your right ear, loud and clear.

You turn in the man’s hold with squinted eyes,

“Oh hi Tae.” You giggle, encasing him in a hug. Drunk y/n is way more confident. For some reason seeing him like this you don’t feel as nervous or awkward. Then you feel it. The weird, uncomfortable pang in your chest. Why is that? You look up at Taehyung when the sensation of guilt begins to surface. You remind yourself of the mission you’re on, completely ignoring the inner truth that tries to bubble over and smile at him.

Taehyung looks down at you with a goofy grin, his fingers digging into your waist to keep you steady.

“Oh, you’re drunk drunk.” He teases.

“Am not!” you shake away your confusing thoughts and giggle some more. “wanna take a shot with me?” you excitedly ask him, nodding in the direction of the liquor bottles.

“Hell yeah girl!” he says, taking your hand and leading you towards the counter.

“Y/N are you okay????” Taehyung voice is laced in concern as he holds you. Yes, the Kim Taehyung is holding you. “Shit, I shouldn’t have let you drink this much….” But like in a totally pathetic way.

“You…” you lean back, hitting his chest with your pointer finger, “Don’t tell me how much I can or can’t drink!” your voice buzzes as you fall forward but Taehyung catches you again.

“Right right…” he chuckles but then he looks concerned again. “We need to get you home…let’s call Jungkook.”

“No! we caaaannnnoottt do that…” your words are all jumbled together, Taehyung has a hard time understanding you.

“Where’s your phone?”

“Back pocket.” You wink. Like a fucking sleaze.

Taehyung looks conflicted, but in the end he reaches around for your phone and turns it on.

“Holy shit y/n… you have 8 missed calls from Jungkook. And whole lotta texts.”

Jungkook 1:30am

Are you okay??

Jungkook 1:40am

y/n…Youre a big girl so ill just assume youre okay.

Jungkook 3:02am

Just talked to jimin and you aren’t with him?? where are u??

Jungkook 3:18am

Answer your fukin phone

Jungkook 3:23am

Are you still at the party?

Jungkook 3:41am

You aren’t with Trina either? y/n where are you?

Jungkook 4:00am

Don’t make me go back there….pls just answer your phone so I know if youre like, idk fucking alive

Jungkook 4:10am

Fine im going to look for you

“Fuck.” Taehyung hisses under his breath. “I gotta call him…I’m gonna call him okay?”

Your eyes go comically wide at Taehyungs words.

“No!”

“too late” he says, the phone to his hear.

“Hey man, no its me…Taehyung, yeah…yeah….she….” Taehyung eyes you carefully as he speaks on the phone, “She’s fine. She just has had maybe too much to dri—” Taehyung drags a hand down his tired face, “No for fucks sake I didn’t do anything to her. Really dude?”

You lean into Taehyungs space, trying to put your ear to the phone as well and Taehyung can’t help but laugh.

“I read all your texts to be honest…if you have a girl over…what? No, I’m saying y/n can just stay with me…”

Stay with Taehyung? That should make your heart race but—

You think all the alcohol is catching up to you at once and the world becomes even more blurred and a spinning mess. You would give anything to be cuddled up in your blankets with Jungkook taking care of you—wait, no. You don’t need Jungkook to take care of you. You have a perfectly good Taehyung who just offered his place to you.

“I swear man, I’ll take care of h—” Taehyung rolls his eyes, “she might be too drunk to talk….okay, I’ll ask her.” Taehyung lowers the phone and faces you.

“y/n.”

“Hm?” you blink lazily, swaying into Taehyungs chest. Oh no. You feel it, you feel the nausea building up in your tummy, making its way up your chest. On a scale of 1 to 10 how dead would you die if you threw up on Taehyung?

“Do you want Jungkook to come pick you up?”

Jungkook? Like, your Jungkook? Unfortunately for you, your eyes gloss over and probably also unfortunate for Taehyung as well as he looks at you with an alarmed expression . You feel sick. You want to go home. You want to sit on your bathroom floor and throw up in the toilet with Jungkook sitting next to you while he hums a soft tune to soothe you.

“Y-Yes.” You murmur shyly, you begin to sniffle and Taehyung begins to panic.

“Okay man yeah come pick her up.”

“want Jungkook…” you say as a few tears spill over. You are trying your hardest to keep the puke down but its threatening to exit your poor drunk body.

“I think she’s gonna be sick so please hurry…” Taehyung rushes to say over the phone before hanging up.

The next few minutes are a blur, you know Taehyung rushes you to the bathroom. He is overly sweet the whole time you see nothing but blurred, spinning images. He holds your hair back as your body threatens to release tonight’s dinner and says comforting words but nothing makes you feel better. The puke won’t make its guest appearance and your whole world is spinning at a inhumane pace. You’re about to give up on life and fall to the bathroom floor of this gross frat house and try to sleep when you hear him.

“Lemme in dude.” It’s Jungkook. You stir from your sleepy state and turn your head towards the door. He barges in, his eyes landing on you and they soften. He immediately falls to the floor to caress the back of your head and you immediately begin to sob. The tears are out of your control as they slide down your cheeks.

“Don’t...don’t...feel good.” You say between wails, gripping desperately onto his shirt.

“I know baby, I know.” He pulls you into his chest, his hand soothingly running up and down your back. “Has she thrown up yet?” Jungkook looks up at Taehyung with expectant eyes. Taehyung is so caught off guard while watching the two of you.

“uh, no.”

“Okay, can you leave us alone for a while?” Jungkook says somewhat harshly then his features soften as he whispers “She will probably be embarrassed later if you saw…”

“Right.” Taehyung says, his worried expression not going unnoticed by Jungkook. Then Taehyung is on his way out, but he turns one last time to get a look at you.

“feel better y/n” then he is out the door, shutting it behind him.

“Okay y/n…remember what you gotta do?”

“finger?” you slur.

“Yup. Put your finger…yes like that,” he says as you begin to push your finger down your throat to get yourself to throw up.

“I promise you’ll feel better.”

You begin gagging on your finger as you finally throw up in the toilet, Jungkook rubbing your back the entire time giving you words of encouragement.

“Good girl, good girl.” He whispers.

Your face is a fucking mess. Your makeup smeared beyond belief. The black streaks from your tears marking your cheeks in the most horrific way. Jungkook watches you as you cry into his lap on the floor, his heart breaking at the sight. He hated when you drank too much and got like this. He should of never left you alone tonight.

“Jungkook?” you choke out, your tears still spilling from your dark eyes.

“Hm?” he responds, his fingers brushing back your hair.

“Did I ruin your night? Or did you still get some?” you chuckle pathetically.

“Don’t worry about that.” He brushes more hair out of your face, he lifts your head up and places it on a towel. He stands to his feet at the sink, reaching for a towelette and running it under warm water.

“Gonna clean your face okay?” he warns softly.

“kay…” you close your eyes when you feel the wet warmth of the towelette on your cheek. Jungkook is careful to clean you delicately, wiping away the makeup and leaving you spotless.

He’s back under you, your head in his lap and his hands back in your hair.

“you told me you were going to be with Jimin tonight yet you were with Taehyung…”

“It just happened like that” you whisper, sleep beginning to take over.

“I was…really worried about you when I didn’t hear from you, stupid.”

You smile at his words, his touch making you melt.

“Ya know, you’re not the only one allowed to get some Jungkook. I can be like you and have sex too if I want.”

“What are you talking about?” his hand stops in your hair.

“Would if I was getting some? That’s why I didn’t answer?”

“Were you?” his voice is low.

“Well, no—”

“Okay good.”

“Why is that good? Hm?” you open your eyes just a little bit, taking in the hazy world. “Wish it was you I was getting it on with?” you say quietly.

“You’re drunk.”

“I wanna go home.”

“take a nap first, okay?” his fingers begin playing in your hair again, “I’ll wake you up in 30 minutes.”

Your eyes are already closed when he says this, sleep already welcoming you in its warm embrace. “Kay” you murmur.

Jungkook plays with your hair as you snooze in his lap, he watches the rise and fall of your chest and wonders what it would be like to lay his head on it and sleep too.

Bbrrrr bbbrrrrr bbrrrr brrrrrr

A phone call. The most horrifying buzzing occurs next to your face as you sleep peacefully in your bed. Wait, how did you get home last night? You remember drinking and dancing the night away, you remember hanging out with Taehyung…oh no, you remember Jungkook coming to the rescue. Oh no...

You try to open your eyes, but the light from the sun is too damn blinding. You squint at what is in view. Right in front of you, you see black locks of hair poking out of the blanket, a dark blue blanket. You recognize this blanket. Jungkook’s blanket. You are in Jungkook’s bed. With Jungkook. This isn’t so surprising, you imagine you had refused to sleep in your own bed last night—

Bbbrrrr bbbrrrr brrrr brrrrr

Right. Your phone.

You fumble the phone trying to pick it up and answer it when Jungkook groans next to you,

“Hurry up and answer it” he says, sliding deeper under the covers.

“Hello?” you croak out, your voice hoarse and honestly? Disgusting.

“Hey y/n!” This voice is way too damn chipper for whatever ungodly hour it is.

“Tae?”

“Good afternoon sleepy head! Did I wake you?” Afternoon? What time is it? You pull the phone away from your face to check the time.

2:06pm

Holy shit, you’ve slept the day away.

“No no,” you lie, “Just in bed…” you say sitting up from where you lay.

“Great! Do you think maybe I could…come over? We can discuss the whole fake dating thing.” He chuckles into the phone. COME OVER? Immediately you begin smoothing down your hair with your free hand and start to peel back the covers to get out of bed.

“Umm, when?” you glance over at sleeping Jungkook, his face mostly hidden behind the blanket.

“Maybe around 6? I could cook you dinner? I know you had a rough night…”

Fucking great. You don’t want to think of last night, you will die of fucking embarrassment.

“yeah…listen, you don’t have to do all that—”

“I want to!” Taehyung is quick to cut you off, “As your boyfriend—fake boyfriend it is my duty to take care of you!” you feel like you can see the boxy smile on his face. It makes you motherfucking swoon.

“Okay then, 6.” You smile into the phone. “Bye tae.”

You bring the phone down into your lap, clicking the end button. Dinner with Taehyung? Like a date? You can’t help but feel internally giddy at the thought. You squeal for a second before Jungkook speaks up.

“What’s at 6?” he peeks from under the covers, his voice husky and groggy.

“Oh… nothing” you sing, a bright smile on your face.

“Something with Tae?” he begins to sit himself up as well.

“We’re just going to have dinner and talk about the whole fake dating thing.” You beam.

“You’re still doing that shit?”

Automatically you go from super excited to annoyed. Only Jungkook can do that to you.

“It’s harmless, Jungkook. Plus…”

“plus what?” he raises a single brow.

“Trina says this is a good opportunity…”

“y/n I have told you not to get too involved with this guy, but you don’t listen to me.” Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest, then bows his head down in defeat.

“But whatever, learn your fucking lessons by yourself.”

You can’t help but feel like Jungkook is once again looking down at you, like you aren’t good enough for Taehyung. Your breaths become unsteady as you just stare at your best friend like he isn’t constantly hurting your feelings on the matter.

“I—I will be fine. I want him, Jungkook. And this is—this is a good opportunity to show him I can be a good enough girlfriend ya know—”

“Just stop.” Jungkook cuts you off in a harsh tone. “I never said you weren’t good enough? You’re just not what he wants.” Jungkook can see how his words break you further. “Fuck. Forget I said that, y/n…”

“Why can’t he want me?”

Jungkook hates just how quietly you ask that…he hates how defeated you sound, how defeated you look…your head hanging low with no attempt to even look at him.

“He’s just…”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t answer that” You stand from the bed and begin walking towards his door. You look down to see you’re wearing nothing but Jungkook’s t shirt and some panties, you groan at your own shamelessness when you hear the rushed ruffling of the comforter behind you and the plop of feet landing on the ground. Jungkook stands behind you, his fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Just move on y/n…”

I’m fucking trying to, is what you want to say but instead you opt for a harsh ‘leave me alone’ as you exit his room.

You spend the next couple of hours pampering yourself, you had a rough night and you totally deserve a piece of cake, this bubble bath and face mask. You want to feel relaxed but you can’t get the image of Jungkook out of your head. You hate it when the two of you fight. You mean, to others this would hardly come off as a ‘fight’ but you and Jungkook never really have negative energy. So, yes. It’s a fight. He’s the last person in the world you want to fight with. Yet here you are.

But then the image of Taehyung cooking you dinner enters your mind and somehow you feel a little more at ease. Was this a date? You giggle to yourself, blowing bubbles that reaches your lips as you sink deeper into the tub. You have an hour before Taehyung was to arrive at your apartment…your shared apartment. God, you hope Jungkook takes a hint and goes and hangs out with Jimin or something.

You finally rise from the tub and dry off your now freshly cleansed body. The scent of lavender fills the air and you feel satisfied with how your bath turned out.

You read the clock…5:30pm and you know it’s time to get dressed.

You settle for some high waisted shorts and a white tank top with a purple bralette where the straps are generously shown. Looking into the mirror, you decide to do light makeup and tinted lip balm. You don’t want to try too hard for the boy you’re trying to woo.

And bam. 6pm right on the dot you hear the door being lightly knocked. You begin walking towards the front door but stop to see if Jungkook is in his room or not. He’s not. Relief washes over you as you continue to walk towards the front door. But where did he go? You’re relieved he isn’t home but feel anxious that you don’t know where he could have gone. Maybe to Jimin’s? Maybe to some random girls? Somehow this makes you feel more anxious. You shake away those thoughts and swing the front door open.

“Hey there.” Taehyungs boxy grin is enough to get you pregnant. Like, god damn. He looks amazing. He’s got dress pants and some floral shirt and his hair looks slightly wet. That’s not the only thing slightly wet. You internally cringe at your thought.

“Hey Tae, come on in.” you open the door wider to let the boy through. He walks past you and makes himself comfortable in the kitchen, setting down a bag of what you assume is probably groceries.

“You like spaghetti?” he asks excitedly, almost like a child.

“Who doesn’t?” you smirk walking his way and sitting down at the breakfast table. “Need any help?” you offer.

“Not at all.” Taehyung begins unpacking his things and gets to work in the kitchen. You watch in awe, your head nuzzled in your hands as he does his thing.

“Dinner was amazing Tae.” You go to compliment the chef. It really was. The noodles were long and soft and the sauce was very flavorful. Did you really just compliment the length and softness of fucking noodles? Wow, you are whipped. You almost wish Taehyung was your roommate and not useless in the kitchen Jungkook. Oh. Jungkook. The thought of him enters your mind and it has you hurting. You may be having a blast with your crush but you and your best friend are still in the middle of a fight. About said crush. But this really is your chance. You can get Taehyung to like you, maybe even fall for you. And you need this. You need this. So you can’t give up, no matter what Jungkook says.

“Not as amazing as you” Taehyung winks but then his face drops, “Sorry that was cheesy, wasn’t it?” he drags a hand down his handsome face. “I suck at flirting.”

You look up at him, completely intrigued.

“You’re trying to flirt with me?” you can’t help but to smile slyly.

“Of course I am!” Taehyung laughs loudly then reaches for his backpack in the chair next to his and pulls out a notebook.

“So I wrote some ideas for this whole fake dating thing.” He becomes just a tad more serious as a nervous grin lights up his face.

“Oh really? Should I have a look?” you say reaching for the notebook with grabby hands, “Gimme!”

Taehyung chuckles while pulling the notebook to his chest, “No! Miss Greedy.” He teases. “How about I just read them and we can discuss?”

“fine.” You pout, “Whatever you say.”

“Whatever I say? I like the sound of that.” He smirks then his eyes fall to the paper in front of him. “First, we should go on dates…like all the time. The more time we spend together the more believable it’ll be. Ya know?”

“Okay, makes sense. Makes sense.”

“Second, we should attend all parties together and leave together too.” Then his eyes go wide, “I just mean—like don’t worry, I’ll make sure I get you home.”

You can’t help but giggle, nodding your head to his words.

“Third, we should post each other on social media! For example, I can take a picture of tonight’s date and post it on the gram.”

“Tonight was a date?” you ask, a delighted smile making its way on your face.

“Well, yeah…” he answers shyly.

“anything else?” you question, leaning your head in your hands as you look into his big brown eyes.

“Well….. there is one more thing I wrote down….” He answers awkwardly. His eyes sliding to the side to avert your gaze.

“oh? What is it?” you try to take a peek at the paper, curiosity getting the best of you—as usual.

“I’ll just let you read it…” he then pushes the notebook on the table in your direction, you excitedly pick it up and skim the paper. You look at all the things he wrote down, smiling because he even added his own tips.

Buy her flowers.

Movie dates?

Netflix and chill

Cook her dinner

How cute. He even added little doodles. Your eyes continue to skim the page as your smile grows at how much thought he has put into this. Your heart is beating out of your chest…you know this is all fake and for show but you cannot help how happy its making you feel. You continue to smile and hum as your eyes skim lower and lower until you see the last thing on his list.

No Jungkook.

Huh? Your smile begins to falter. No Jungkook? What does that even mean? You look up to meet Taehyungs eyes. He’s already anxiously staring at you.

“I don’t understand?” you breathe out, “What does that mean?”

“No Jungkook.” He half whispers.

“You—you realize he is my best friend? Why no Jungkook?” you pinch your brows together in confusion.

“It’s just…” Taehyung begins to explain himself, “You two are awfully close. And people already get the wrong idea about you two. Like, all the fucking time. Even I think sometimes…that’s not important. It just means for one month, you’re mine. And I don’t want people to get the wrong idea if you’re always with Jungkook.” He pulls at the hair at his neck. “Is this making sense?” Taehyung looks flustered trying to get out all of his words.

“It would make me look pathetic don’t you think? That my supposed girlfriend is always with some other guy? I mean, y/n it’s just for one month…”

One month without Jungkook? Would you really choose a boy over your best friend? Even if only for a month?

“Tae… I don’t know.” You look down at your hands as your breathing begins to pick up.

“I can’t just abandon my best friend for an entire month…”

“I mean, you guys live together so it’s not like you won’t be seeing him. Just in public…ya know?”

Taehyung has a point, you try to reason. If you have a boyfriend it’s only natural to spend most of your time with them. But it still felt wrong. But… a part of you feels like this is a good idea, actually. You’ve always been meaning to put at least some distance between you and Jungkook, ya know, for your own sake. But this feels wrong. You’re about to decline his request when you hear the front door open and Jungkook’s shuffles in. He has his airpods in and doesn’t even spare you a glance. He walks straight to his bedroom and slams the door shut.

You feel embarrassed in front of your guest that your roommate and also yeah, your best fucking friend didn’t even acknowledge you.

“Uh, he’s in a mood” you try covering for Jungkook. Then you feel the buzz of your phone and you go to check it

Jungkook 8:02pm

Watching you fawn over him is just pathetic, but like, good luck.

All you see is red. Jungkook once again shitting on your love life and raining on your god damn parade. You know what? This is your chance with Taehyung and you aren’t going to let your bratty best friend ruin that for you.

“You know what, Tae?” you say setting your phone on the table.

“Yeah?”

“You’re right. I agree with your list.”

“Wait—you do? Even the Jung—”

“Yup.”

Taehyung tilts his head to the side as a wide grin makes its way across his face, “should we shake on it?” he asks with his hand pushed out in front of you.

You take his hand in yours, squeezing tightly before you pull him in and seal the deal with a quick kiss. Taehyung’s shocked expression makes you giggle, “Thought that would make it more official”

“I like having you as a girlfriend already.”

One month without Jungkook? Bring it on.

#bts #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #taehyung #taehyung smut #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader

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s0seo · 3 years ago

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Attitude Adjustment Pt.2

Pairing: Roommate!Jk x Reader x Roommate!Taehyung

WC: ~10.8K. Rating: M.

Description: After hearing an argument between your two roommates, you are a bit shocked to hear that they both have feelings for you. Add a bit of possessiveness and a dash of domination and you have one heck of a trio.

Genre: Smut. It’s literally just smut Bit of exposition, but it’s a filthy mess.

Warnings: little to no editing, swearing, bit of humor, dirty talk, a bit of guilt, hair pulling, slight choking, rough sex, low key masochism? (Idk they like their pleasure and pain), possessiveness, jk is sweet for a few seconds, unprotected sex (please be responsible), nipple appreciation (love to see it), praise kink (Taehyung is a good boy), soft dom vibes, use of a wall, oral sex (f&m receiving), scratching, mentions of jealousy, possessiveness, mentions of yoga, usage of the words: princess and baby.

A/n: I hope you all enjoy! And as always I hope everyone stays happy and healthy. If you see a typo, no you didn’t, and if you don’t like fics like this, then don’t @ me I told you it was filthy.

A/n 2: I really want to send a shoutout to @mwitsmejk . Tbh I’d you hadn’t commented on the post I wouldn’t have written this, so I guess you could say this is for you ❤️😉

A/n 3: I’d also like to give a big thank you to @hobeemin and @jimidol for giving this a glance and making sure it was good enough to post.

“God, you’re so beautiful.”

You feel the words being whispered against your skin, pulling you from your slumber. From the gravelly tone, you're pretty sure it’s Jungkook.

For a moment, you think it’s just your imagination. After all, you were alone when you went to sleep last night, weren’t you?

A featherlight touch on your shoulder brings back everything that happened last night; the movie, the sex, god the sex, and ultimately falling asleep together.

‘Fuck,’ you think to yourself. ‘Why the hell did you have to make a move on both of them? And at the same time!’

This is definitely going to change things. But now, the only question is, how? You know that you’re interested in both of them and vice versa, but would they be willing to share?

God, just the reminder of the word makes you cringe internally at yourself. Telling Taehyung to share probably wouldn’t be that hard, but Jungkook… That needs to be handled...very, very delicately.

In retrospect, telling him that if he wanted you, he was going to have to learn to share while teasing him and making him watch as Taehyung fucked you was probably one of the worst ways you could have approached the subject. Well, you live and you learn.

The more you think about it though, the more you realize you don’t regret any of what happened. If anything you felt a bit satisfied at the look on his face as you took his ego down a few notches. What was it that Jungkook said to you last night right as you were falling asleep? “If it came down to it, you’d be all mine.”

Figures, you were a fool to think that just one night of teasing would get his ego under control.

A warm arm wraps around your body and you feel Jungkook’s muscular chest pressing against your back as he whispers, “I know you’re awake. If you want to avoid me, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.”

Maybe you’ll get another chance to play with his ego sooner than you thought. After all, putting him in his place and making him squirm has always been so much fun. If you didn’t know any better, you might even say that he enjoys it just as much as you do.

You release a quiet chuckle at his words before slowly sliding your body further back against his. If the firmness against your ass doesn’t tell you that he knows you’re awake, then his quiet groan in your neck certainly does.

Slowly opening your eyes, you hold back your disappointment as you find the space in front of you empty. Taehyung must have left early this morning to take a few photos. You know he’s been working on a photography project, but you thought he might have woken you up before he left.

“Morning,” you hear Jungkook whisper once more, his voice still scratchy from sleep. His fingers trace circles over your stomach, and as he presses his lips into your neck, you rub your ass against the hardness behind you, smiling to yourself as he releases another quiet groan. The sound alone brings warmth to your core.

You slowly turn over and look up at him. He stares into your eyes from behind his messy waves, his hand on his fist as he smiles playfully down at you.

“Hi there,” he says softly, and this time, his fingers slide along the curve of your waist. His smile is infectious. You’re almost tempted to run your hands along his body and turn his grin into a whimper. Almost.

“Tell me, were you pretending to be asleep because you regret what happened, or because you were hoping I’d wake you up with something other than words?”

His implication sends a wave of heat through your body, and you imagine just how good it would feel to be awoken by the feeling of his lips on your skin while his fingers tease you.

You return his smile as you admire his messy hair along with the visible bruise in between his throat and his collarbone. A small part of you knows they’re going to be an inconvenience for him, but you don’t really care. If anything, it only makes you want to give him more. Slowly, you reach up and brush your finger against his collarbone. He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against yours.

“Neither. I was just waiting for you to leave so I could have the entire bed to myself again.”

You take the opportunity to give him a light playful kiss then trail your lips down to his neck.

“I guess that’s not going to happen now is it,” you pout playfully against his skin.

His arm wraps around your body, pulling you closer, and he rolls onto his back until you’re left straddling him. He looks up at you, smirking as his hands slowly travel down from your waist to your thighs.

“Now what kind of guy would I be if I left you without even saying goodbye,” he asks as his hands finally settle on your ass.

You know his words were likely meant to be a dig at Taehyung, but you ignore them and instead glance at your clock and smile. “Don’t you have to leave soon?”

“I’ve still got like an hour. I'm sure they’ll be fine without me for a few minutes,” he assures you. “Besides,” his hands slide up your waist once more as he sits up and glances over at the mattress where Taehyung should be. “What’s wrong with wanting you all to myself for a bit? Don’t you want to have some fun?”

He leans in for a kiss but you hold a finger up to his lips to stop him.

“Uh-uh. Go. You need to shower. I don’t want to be the reason you’re late. Besides, your morning breath is practically lethal.”

He lets out a playful chuckle at your insult and before you can react, he gives your finger a playful nibble and wraps his arms around you.

You release a cry of surprise when he rolls your bodies over and settles himself between your legs. One of his hands pins your wrists above your head while the other travels down to the side of your body and lingers.

“You want to talk about morning breath,” he teases from above you. “I’m pretty sure your snoring could be heard from the other side of the city.”

A smile fights its way to your face, you are reminded once again why you consider him one of your best friends. His jealousy and possessiveness might leave much to be desired, but he is also one of the sweetest, silliest, and funniest people you know.

You let out a gasp of mock offense and see a mischievous glint make its way to his eyes. His fingers slowly slide up to your rib cage, and as you stare into his eyes, you know what’s about to happen.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn as you try to hide your grin and narrow your eyes at him. He smiles down at you suspiciously, and before you can push his hands away they’re on your sides tickling you. You release a cry of laughter, rolling your bodies over once more to straddle his waist as you begin tickling him as well.

For a few seconds that feel much longer, the two of you continue to roll one another over and claim your victory again and again. Finally, Jungkook cries out in defeat and you settle yourself on top of him once more as you look down at him and gloat.

“Looks like someone forgot they’re ticklish too…”

Your breathing is heavy as you pin his wrists above his head and you fight off a receding wave of giggles. Leaning down close to his face you can’t help but smile down at him. His eyes sparkle, and his smile is wide as he gazes up at you and steals a glance at your lips.

As you take in his expression, you realize once again how much you care about him.

His bright eyes stare deeply into yours, searching for something you can’t quite put your finger on.

You’ve noticed this look before, many times actually. It’s as if you’re the most beautiful and important thing in the world, and if he looks away even for a moment, he’ll miss you.

This is the look that has made your heart skip a beat so many times over the years, he’s always been so easy to be happy with. Joking, teasing, even when you’re struggling, you’ve always appreciated how easily he gets you.

You glance down at his mouth, your fingers lightly caressing his face before planting a soft, slow kiss on his lips. His hips rise up in response, and you feel his firmness meeting your core as he grabs your hips and begins grinding your body into his.

You know that all it would take to keep him here is sliding forward a few inches, and if you did he probably wouldn’t even argue with you. It would be so easy.

‘No,’ you chide yourself. ‘He has to get to work.’

You’re not going to let yourself be the reason he comes home later complaining about how much he’s fallen behind on his workload.

“What am I going to do with you,” you sigh as you smile down at him and caress his face once more. Just the sight of him is so precious.

He reaches up and smiles, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear as he admires you in return.

“I can think of a few things…” he teases.

“That won’t make you late,” you counter as he sits up once more.

“Well,” he says, “I do need to shower before I leave. Thanks to someone,” he teases, planting a playful kiss on your neck afterwards, “I got a bit dirty last night.”

“How unfortunate,” you pout, “well I just so happen to have a perfectly good shower that isn’t being used.”

His hands lazily massage your ass as he pretends to consider your offer.

“Who am I to refuse the offer of someone so beautiful and kind,” he asks, releasing a fake sigh.

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness and chuckle as you climb off of him, your smile now a copy of the one he gave you earlier.

As you watch him get out of bed, you admire his figure from behind. His shoulders and back are well toned, and the tattoos that run up and along his arm are all complimented by the curve of his biceps. Not to mention the scratch marks left on his shoulders from your nails last night.

“You know, normally I’d say it’s rude to stare, but in your case, I guess I should just ask if you’re enjoying the view.”

Your gaze travels from his lower body to his eyes, only to find him smirking at you over his shoulder.

In a lot of ways, you see yourself in him. His confidence, his humor, and his commitment to those he cares about is close if not equal to your own.

He was right when he said that the two of you were perfect for each other. However, what he continuously fails to realize is that unlike him, you can keep your cockiness and selfishness in check. Well, most of the time anyways.

You return his smirk and rise out of your bed. Making sure to keep your tone innocent, you walk up to him slowly.

Looking up at him from beneath your eyelashes, you glance down at his lower body and tease, “it’s nothing I haven’t seen before…nothing too impressive here...”

He releases a doubtful chuckle before turning around to walk into your bathroom.

“Umm what do you think you’re doing,” you ask him before he can take a step in.

He looks down at you in confusion.

“I thought you said I could use your shower?”

“Of course you can, but just because I let you use my shower doesn’t mean I’ll let you track water all over the floor once you’re done.”

He lifts his eyebrows up at you as if to say “really,” but you guide him out of your room and confess, “alright, you got me. I don’t really give a shit about the water, I just really have to pee, and as close as we are, I don’t really need you to watch me.”

He holds back a chuckle at your confession, but you ignore him and continue. “Besides, you need to get your toothbrush and your clothes anyways.”

He lets out a laugh at your words and gives you a nod of defeat. “Of course, I’ll leave you to it then.” He winks down at you before casually walking down the stairs to his bedroom.

‘For someone who said they needed to get to work, he sure is taking his sweet ass time,’ you think to yourself as you rush to your bathroom and finally manage to relieve yourself.

Afterward, you quickly brush your teeth and turn the shower water on so that it’s warm for Jungkook when he comes back.

While you wait for him to return, you take the opportunity to look in the mirror and check out the damage from last night.

As your eyes finally settle on your reflection, you release a gasp, trying your best not to cringe at your reflection. This is what Jungkook called beautiful just now?

Your cheeks are puffy, smudged mascara surrounds your eyes, and there are dried outlines of black tears scattered along the sides of your face. You reach up to put your hair in a bun as you inspect the bruises on your neck and collarbones.

‘That’s going to be inconvenient to cover,’ you think to yourself. It’s a good thing you don’t have class today. You don’t know what you’d do if your professor saw his most promising assistant with bruises all over her neck.

Still gazing at your reflection, you smile and admire the marks further down your body as you remember the feeling of the mouths that put them there. The potential thought of more is already getting you much more excited than it should.

The bruises on your shoulder blades from the wall Jungkook pinned you against match the ones on your thighs from how hard he grabbed you. You were aware of his strength, but feeling him grab you like that and watching his muscles flex as he pounded himself into you was really something else.

The image of the scratches on your back brings a pleasant shiver down your spine and into your core as you remember the matching set you gave Jungkook as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deeper.

Just thinking about it makes you want to dedicate an entire day to let him fuck you again and again until you beg him to stop.

Now that you think about it, he seems so laid back about everything that happened last night. Maybe discussing your relationship won’t be that difficult after all. The understanding between the two of you might actually form on its own.

He’s always been this way with you. No matter what you’ve done, who you’ve slept with, or what others have said about you, Jungkook has always been by your side to support you, to care for you. Honestly, a part of you sometimes wonders why. You just wish he wasn’t so fucking possessive and cocky all the time.

The reflection of Jungkook’s slender frame pulls you from your thoughts, and you make a point of inspecting his body for any marks that might seem troubling.

“What,” he asks, his toned body walking towards you.

“I feel kinda bad for all of the bruises I left on you,” you admit. While they look pretty to you, you know that ultimately they’re going to be a problem.

He looks at himself in your slightly fogged mirror and shrugs at his reflection before wrapping his arms around the front of your body.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t really care about them.”

You lower your head a bit but persist, “Still, I probably should have asked if you were okay with it before I did it. I know I pushed you kinda far last night with the teasing and the pain.”

“Actually,” he looks up at the ceiling as he thinks, “I don't mind a little bit of pain, giving or receiving.” He adds the last part with a wink and a nibble on your ear.

“Oh really? And what about the teasing,” you ask, slowly turning your body towards him, ready to test his claim.

He grins down at you with a spark of mischief in his eyes. “I love a challenge.”

You let your eyes roam across his face and give him a smirk. “Noted.”

Reaching up, your finger traces over one of the marks you left on his neck, and grimace a bit.

“Won’t these be inconvenient to cover though,” you ask, adding a bit of pout to your voice.

He angles his head before asking, “now why would I cover them?”

“Well, they aren’t exactly the image of professionalism,” you counter.

He gives you a smirk. “What are they going to do, fire me from my own company?”

You open your mouth to argue, but he raises a finger to your lips to interrupt you. “Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

You open your mouth to bite at his finger, but he gives you an amused smile and releases a dramatic sigh.

“If anything,” he mutters quietly, “they might make work a bit easier.”

He leans back against the wall, a hand running through his hair as he gazes down at you through half open lids.

‘Easier?’ You ask yourself silently. ‘What the hell does he mean easier?’

You place a hand on your hip while raising an eyebrow. “I really don’t see how.”

Cockiness radiates off of him as he reaches grins and pulls your body to his. “Well, I usually have a hard time getting around the office without employees throwing themselves at me.”

His confession makes you roll your eyes. ‘Of course he can’t make it five feet without being hit on,’ you think to yourself sarcastically. ‘After all, who would ever be able to turn down the famous game designer Jeon Jungkook?’

Your eyes search his face for a moment. You can’t tell if he’s saying this to be honest or if it’s just to see how you’ll react. Knowing him as well as you do, it’s most likely a bit of both. You’ve seen first hand just how many people would like a piece of him. Yourself included.

Still, would it hurt him to show a bit of humility every once in a while? You let out a laugh at his brazenness. Surely he doesn’t expect you to fall for this does he? His hand slides down the curve of your spine as you bat your eyelashes at him. If he wants to be this way, fine. Two can play at this game.

“Why don’t you just tell them you have a girlfriend or something,” you ask, feigning innocence.

He leans his head back against the wall, a chuckle leaving his pretty lips. “Trust me, I’ve tried, but they never believe me.”

When you don’t respond and instead simply narrow your eyes at him, he continues. “I don’t have any proof. No pictures, no date nights, no random gifts. It's almost like I…” he raises his eyebrows at you dramatically, “don’t have a girlfriend.”

“And just how often does this happen,” you ask, vaguely aware of the jealousy lining your tone. Now that you think about it, as much as you complain about Jungkook’s jealousy and possessiveness, when it comes to the thought of someone else having him, you aren’t much better.

His glances down at you silently, slowly walking you backwards until he presses your body between the counter and his muscular body. The muscles in his arms flex as he places his hands on both sides of your body and traps you against him. His face is hovering just inches from yours now, and he gives you a smirk that quickly turns into a playful pout. “Every. Single. Day,” he whispers, bringing his lips closer and closer to yours with every word.

You trace your finger down the side of his face, your eyes conveying a look of mock sympathy. ‘Now he’s just begging for me to claim him,’ you think, as you graze your nails along his throat.

“Oh you poor thing, it must be so hard fighting off all of those pretty girls and boys every day,” you tease, your pointer finger now grazing his bottom lip as you continue. “Constantly begging for your attention, begging for you to make them yours…”

“Yeah,” he agrees, noticing your jealousy, “it really is. But you know what the most satisfying part is?”

You angle your head at him, and he slides his hand along your thighs before grabbing your ass and lifting you onto the counter.

“What?”

He glances down at your lips, whispering into the steamy air between your faces, “Knowing that at the end of the day, no matter how hard they try, they’ll never compare to you.” His tone is playful, but his eyes are serious. “I belong with you.”

“You belong with me,” you echo back to him, finding satisfaction in his claim. Your nails lightly graze his scalp and shoulder as you stare up at him, a seductive smile spreading across your face.

He leans into your lips and whispers, “I always have baby,” before meeting them with his own.

The kiss is passionate yet unhurried. Your tongue flicks against his bottom lip while your legs wrap around his waist to pull his body closer. As he opens himself up to you your fingers find their way to his jaw and firmly hold it in place. His lips break apart from yours as you stare into his eyes. “You’re mine,” You say slowly, placing one more kiss on his lips. He’s perfect for you. He moans into your lips, his hands sliding down to your hips to pull your body into his while his head drops down to your chest.

You slide your nails lightly up the length of his abs as you pull away and bite down on his bottom lip. He’s intoxicating. His lips, his body, everything about him.

“Say it,” you breathe.

You release a whimper as his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your nipple, your fingers lacing through his messy waves.

“I’m all yours,” he says, his words followed by the sound of your moan as his fingers pinch your nipple.

“I told you I’d make you moan for me,” he whispers.

He lifts two of his fingers to your lips, and you roll your tongue around them

A gasp leaves your lips as his mouth travels to your other nipple while he lowers his fingers from your mouth to the wetness between your legs.

“God, you’re already so wet for me,” he groans against your skin before giving your nipple another sudden nip.

“Is it because you love the idea of having me all to yourself?”

He inserts one finger, then two, smiling as you whimper. “Maybe it’s the fact that you have a bit of competition,” he challenges as he adds a third.

You slide your fingers along the side of his face and firmly grip the back of his head between your hands. When his hand between your legs stills, you stare into his eyes and bring your face a breath away from yours.

“It’s because,” you confess quietly, while slowly sliding your hand down to his cock and wrapping your fingers around it. “I love the thought of other people wanting what’s mine.”

His cock twitches at your words, and you slide your fingers over the precum that coats his head, eager to spread it along the rest of him.

He releases a gasp as you tighten your grip and smirk. God, he feels so good in your hand. So thick and long, you can’t wait to have him inside you.

You throw your head back and whine as his fingers curl upwards, his free hand now reaching down to tease your clit.

“Who knew you’d be such a slut for my fingers…” He growls the words into your neck, your walls clench around him as his breath sends shivers along your skin.

“I could make you fall apart so easily…” he teases, increasing his pace. “With my hands…” he whispers, squeezing your clit and making you whimper. You feel your orgasm building with every sentence. At this rate, you’ll be cumming in no time.

“My lips…” he continues before trailing his lips across your throat and marking you roughly. “Even my c...cock…” he sputters out as your fingers lightly caress his balls while increasing your own pace. You can tell that his self control is slipping. Just a little bit further now.

He rests his forehead on the curve of your neck and releases a groan against your sensitive skin, his fingers still roughly hitting your spot over and over again. “Tell me what you want,” he groans. “It’s all yours. I’m all yours.”

Your walls clench at his words. He’s all yours, only yours. “Harder,” you rasp as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck...” you gasp out.

He brings his lips to your ear. “You wanna soak my fingers in your cum, don’t you baby?”

You give him a nod and whimper as he reduces his pace to a slow aggressive assault, your nails digging into his shoulder.

“Say it. Tell me how fucking desperate you are for me.”

“Please,” you whimper, “I need you inside of me.”

“I’m all yours baby,” he whispers as he finds pleasure at the sight of you falling apart on his fingers.

Your hand leaves his cock and you grab him by his hair to pull him in for a desperate and forceful kiss.

“You’re mine,” you growl and meet his thrusts with your own as he returns to his deliciously aggressive pace.

“Only yours.”

You bury your nails into his shoulder as your orgasm barrels through you and onto his hand. Wave after wave of pleasure courses through your body and you hear him groan at the pain as he continues to tease you through your orgasm.

When you come back down from your high, he lifts his cum-soaked fingers to his lips and slowly licks two of them clean.

His last finger rises to your lips, parting them. He smiles as you meet it with your tongue and swirl it around the taste of your pleasure.

He removes his other hand from your clit and pulls your head back to look up at him as he smirks down at you. “Did that feel good? Using my fingers to fuck yourself…”

You nod up at him, your eyes staring into his fucked out gaze while your hand smoothly slides down to his throat. Slowly you pull his lips back to yours, your free hand and drops your free hand back down to his cock. “How about I return the favor,” you ask softly, smirking at him.

You give it a few strokes before pulling his body forward and sliding him into your inviting core.

He groans out at your tightness, his forehead dropping to your neck. As he finally bottoms out, you let out a gasp. A grin spreads across your face as his hands roughly grab our ass and he lifts you up and pins you to the wall.

You release a cry at the force of each of his thrusts while reveling in the pleasure as your nails dig into his back. The pace he sets is slow at first, too slow. “Faster Kookie...harder”

He brings one of his hands to your throat, his grip tightening as he increases his pace.

“That’s right baby. I’m all yours. Now let me hear how badly you need me inside of you.”

You open your mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a whine as he rams into your g-spot.

“I want to hear you fucking say it,” he growls as he brings his face close to yours and tightens his grip around your neck.

Again, he thrusts into you. And again. And again. The pace is as brutal as it is satisfying as he continues at an agonizing yet deliciously brutal pace while hitting your pleasure every time.

“Please...I...I need you…fuck…”

You are a moaning, whimpering mess as he fucks you against the wall, your shoulders already bruising once more from the force of his thrusts. It feels amazing.

Your nails rake along his back and through his waves, pulling them harshly. He leans his head back, a groan of ecstasy leaving his lips at the combination of pleasure and pain as you tighten your legs around him and pull him in even deeper.

Reaching up, you grab his face and admire his concentrated features. “Put me back down on the counter.”

He turns around and sets you down just as you instruct him. “Good boy,” you say as you slide your body down until your feet hit the floor.

You see a look of annoyance cross over his face at the name, but it disappears as soon as it arrives.

You turn around, facing the mirror as you spread your legs and reach behind you to guide his lips to your neck. You sigh at the feeling of his teeth on your skin once more and lean your head back as his body slides against yours.

As his cock passes against your tailbone, you close your eyes, your head falling forward as he teases your lips.

“Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”

You feel his hand reach up and smoothly wrap his fingers around your throat.

His breath tickles the skin of your neck, making tour walls clench in response.

“Look at me,” he whispers into your ear as he slowly slides in and out of you once more.

When you open your eyes, the image before you brings a moan. You watch as his fingers slide from your throat to your breast and tease your nipple with his fingers.

“I want to hear you say it.”

Your reflections are blurry, but that just makes it even hotter. Your gaze travels up to his and you tilt your head to the side and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “I want you…” you groan out breathlessly as he begins slowly thrusting in and out of you, “to show me exactly what I’ve been missing all this time.”

You tighten around him as he pinches your skin, and he leans forward and begins marking your neck once more.

“Your wish,” he says before placing a rough kiss on your neck, “is my command princess.”

You have half a thought to offer a snarky retort, but all thoughts disappear as he slowly pulls himself out and suddenly slams back into you. You can’t help the cry that leave your lips, or the stars that fill your vision as he begins his grueling pace.

You watch the way his neck flexes as he thrusts, the way his lips curve as he gasps out. God he’s so fucking attractive. And he’s all yours.

You feel yourself tighten around him and find him watching your bodies through your reflections. Fuck he looks so good like this. You both do. The only thing that could make this better is if Taehyung was here too.

You lean forward, bracing your hands out in front of you as you watch your bodies.

“Fuck me harder. I want to feel all of you inside of me.”

He grabs a handful of your hair and forces you to arch your back as he grunts and buries himself even deeper. God he makes you feel so full. He’s so rough with you. It’s perfect.

You look into his eyes as every thrust forces a gasp out of you, his hand occasionally traveling down your back and slapping you ass hard.

“Fuck, you feel so good squeezing my cock like this.”

You moan back to him in response and your eyes roll back into your head as he reaches around and begins teasing your over sensitive clit again.

“Fuck…I…I’m getting close,” you warn him. You try to fight off the pleasure, to make this moment last as long as possible, but he squeezes your clit tightly and growls into your neck. “Cum for me baby.”

When you whimper, he pinches your clit again and bites down on your neck. “Come on, don’t fight it… show me how easy it is to make you cum.”

You narrow your eyes at his reflection and release a cry as he slaps your ass hard once more and moves even faster.

“Come on...show me how much you love my cock…”

He slaps your ass again and places his fingers around your neck. You feel his breath tickle your skin with every gasp, his grip tightens as his lips tease the skin of your neck once more.

Suddenly, he sinks his teeth into your neck, and you feel your body stiffen, your legs giving out on you completely as your second orgasm finally crashes through you. He continues his thrusting and tightens his grip on your hips as he rests his body against yours and unloads himself inside of you.

You feel the vibrations of his groans through your skin and reach behind you to and guide his lips down to yours. As he finally pulls out, you look down at your legs and admire the mixture of your cum as it slowly slides down your leg.

Part of you imagines how hot it would be to see Jungkook and Taehyung on their knees in front of you licking it up. Who knows, with the way your relationship with them has been progressing, it might not be that unlikely.

Your focus returns to the man behind you, your legs still a bit shaky as you turn around. A small smile lines your face as you brush his hair from his face and caress his beautiful features.

He picks you up, and you wrap your legs around him once again as he carries you into the shower and sets you down on the built-in seat.

As you take a moment to allow your muscles to rest, you find yourself realizing just how out of shape you are.

Your body, for many obvious reasons, is exhausted. If your relationship with these men is going to continue, you’re going to need to start going to the gym again. Part of you is actually surprised you haven’t suffered from a hip cramp already. ‘Maybe some yoga would be better,’ you think to yourself.

As you somehow manage to rise to your feet and stand with him underneath the surprisingly still-warm water, your eyes close and a soft groan escapes your lips at the feeling of it.

When you finally open them again, you find Jungkook staring at you. His eyes follow the water as it cascades down your body, his teeth softly biting his bottom lip as his hands find your waist.

As your hands travel along his arms, you lean forward and drag your tongue along his neck. His grip on your waist drops down to your ass, and you begin trailing your lips along his collarbones.

You love how sensitive his body is. How easy it is to mark it, and especially how much he enjoys you playing with it. Especially his nipples.

Your lips make their way to one of his nipples, and he groans as you drag your teeth against it. Looking up at him, you smile as you slide your tongue against it and continue to tease it with your teeth. You’ve always loved watching him squirm.

Slowly, you move to his chest plate, your lips trailing featherlight kisses on his skin before continuing on to his other one.

He grabs your bottle of shampoo and squeezes it into his palm before massaging it into your hair. You close your eyes, a moan escaping your lips at the feeling of his fingers on your scalp. As the water washes the shampoo away, you take the opportunity to grab your body wash and work on cleaning his body.

You watch the bubbles form in your hands while he turns around, closes his eyes, and lets the water run over him.

He squirts more shampoo into his palms and this time massages it into his own hair while you reach forward and spread the soap along his body. God you could rub his body all day. His skin is smooth, yet firm as your fingers massage the bubbles into his muscles.

Now that you think about it, if you had known he was going to be this open with you this quickly, you would have made a move on him sooner.

His back arches as he leans into your hands, and you press your body against his back and begin spreading the body wash across his chest and stomach.

You let your hands slide lower and slowly wrap your fingers around his cock, smiling as he leans further into your body and lathers more body wash over his arms and chest. You place a few bite marks across his back and in between his shoulder blades and smile as he twitches in your palm.

Your hand begins sliding along his length, and he leans his head back and releases a groan as you slide your other hand up his chest and wrap your fingers around his throat.

His breathing quickens as you slide your thumb across his tip, and you gasp as he suddenly turns around and smiles down at you. His hands caress your face as he plants a sweet, lazy kiss on your lips. As his tongue slides against your lip, your hand returns to his cock, hoping to finish what you started.

He looks down at you once more and smirks before pulling his body away. “I thought you said you didn’t want to make me late?”

You narrow your eyes at him coyly and smile.

“Fine.”

“Good girl,” he whispers before squeezing a bit of body wash in his palm and spreading it across your body.

His hands slide over your shoulders and your breasts, then massage their way down to your ass, and finally come to a stop between your legs.

You close your eyes and let out a sigh as you feel his gentle fingers cleaning you up. Where the hell did he learn to do this?

His lips brush against yours, and a moan escapes your lips as his teeth nip at your bottom lip. God he feels good. His hands massage your ass, and as he pulls your body closer to his, you feel his still very much erect cock resting between your bodies.

Looking up and into his eyes you give him a smile, lower yourself onto your knees, and take him into your mouth. After all, what kind of roommate would you be if you didn’t help him get rid of the problem you caused?

He squirts some of your conditioner into his hands and massages it into his hair before doing the same to yours.

As his fingers slide though your hair he grabs a handful of it and throws his head back as you take him deep into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathes as you lift up a hand and begin massaging his balls.

He reaches out and places a hand on the wall in front of him as he leans forward, grits his teeth, and watches you from above.

“I’m gonna cum.”

You look up at him from beneath your eyelashes and take him out of your mouth. Smiling up at him, you wrap your fingers around him and continue jerking him off nice and slow, your lips sucking hard around his tip over and over again.

He sucks in a breath and caresses your face as you stare up and smile at him.

“Come on Kookie, what are you waiting for? I thought you said you were in a hurry…”

You feel him twitch in your hand once more and he lets out a whine as you drag your tongue along the underside of his cock up from the base and around his tip and suck it extra hard.

“Please,” he breathes.

“Come on, show me how good you taste Kookie…” you tease, giving him a taste of his own medicine. “Show me how easily you fall apart for me…”

His hands brace against the wall in front of him and he blocks the water from hitting you as you drop your hand and finally take him as deep as you can.

You feel him tense inside of your mouth a moment before you feel him shoot his load down your throat.

He releases a groan, and he thrusts himself into your mouth as he rides out his orgasm.

Slowly, you pull your mouth away from him, lick up the remaining cum from his cock, and smile up at him once you finish.

He pulls you up to your feet and places a kiss on your lips as he moans against your mouth.

“Let me taste,” he whispers against your lips before meeting his tongue with yours.

He explores your mouth for a few seconds, and your hands rise up to his chest as you rotate your bodies and moan at the feeling of the warm water running down your back.

Your hand travels down to his length you pull away for a minute as you finish rinsing him off.

His hands caress your face, and you stare up into his eyes as he looks down and lightly kisses your nose.

“Where are your towels again?”

When you don’t answer right away, he shuts the water off and steps out.

“Unless you plan on me licking you dry,” he teases, “it would probably be a good idea to give me a hint.”

You roll your eyes at him playfully and point to the nearest cabinet beneath the sink.

“And here I was thinking that you would be smart enough to look for them.”

He tosses a towel at you in response and you wrap your towel around you and head back to your room to get dressed.

“I hope you don’t mind. I went ahead and laid all of my clothes out,” he calls as he notices you staring at his clothes on your bed.

You tilt your head at him and sigh.

“Guess that means I have to help you get ready then doesn’t it?”

You reach into your dresser and grab a grey shirt you ‘borrowed’ from Jungkook a few months back and slide on a pair of comfy black sleep shorts.

“Is that my shirt,” you hear him ask from behind you.

“Technically speaking, it’s our shirt. I distinctly remember that I’m the one who bought it.”

“For me.” He adds with a laugh as he puts his underwear on.

Your eyes follow his movements as he puts on his pants next. Before he can button up his shirt though, you grab his hands and sit him down in your bed.

You straddle his thigh and smile at him as you begin sliding his tie around his neck. His thigh flexes between your legs and you angle your head and smile at him as your fingers fasten his buttons.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about this,” he confesses.

His hands slide along your body and finally settle on your ass as he looks up at you.

You leave a few of the top buttons of his shirt undone and look into his eyes for a moment. Just seeing the adoration written across his face as his gaze meets yours is enough to make you want to melt in his arms.

Taking his face between your palms, you lean down and place a featherlight kiss along his lips. He returns it earnestly. Your body responds eagerly to his hands as they travel along your ass and your back. Your mind however, keeps wandering back to his earlier confession. ‘If the workers at his office don’t believe he has a girlfriend, why not give them something to talk about’ you think to yourself.

Breaking the kiss, you lightly slide your lips along his jaw until you reach his throat, your tongue massaging his sensitive skin. Using one hand to turn his head and hold his jaw in place, the other slides beneath his collar as your lips find an empty space and mark it.

He releases a groan from beneath you, and you remove your mouth and place a feather light kiss over the fresh bruise before buttoning the rest of his shirt and tying his tie. That ought to be enough.

“What time do you think you’ll be back today,” you ask as you follow him to the living room.

He looks at his watch before sliding on his blazer and pursing his lips.

“Probably no later than six or seven. I have a meeting with a few of the game developers, and I need to fix some of the bugs that we found yesterday.”

You give him a nod. Seven should work fine. That’ll be just in time for dinner. You know that it would also be a good opportunity for all of you to finally talk and get on the same page.

“Okay. Tae and I can wait for you to get back and we can cook dinner together.”

He rolls his eyes, but doesn’t argue as he responds dryly, “Sure.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but he ignores your irritation.

“I better go. I’ll see you later,” he says before placing a quick gentle kiss on your lips and walking out the door.

You know that he’s probably upset that you’re including Taehyung in your plans, but he’s just going to have to get over it. Taehyung isn’t going anywhere, and if he wants to act like he’s the only one who can have you then he’s got another thing coming.

You run a hand through your hair and walk back to your room as you release a yawn. A few more hours of sleep probably wouldn’t hurt. You grab the damp towels from on top of your bed and hang them up before turning your lights off and crawling back underneath your blankets.

By the time you wake up Taehyung should be back and you and him could probably make some lunch. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky and he’ll bring some food home. Hopefully he’s taken some nice photos while he’s out.

You curl your body into your blankets and close your eyes as you imagine yourself between your roommates once again.

Bright light shines against your closed eyes, and you turn your head away from it and find yourself underneath the body of your sleeping roommate. Well, half underneath him.

His head is resting between your neck and your shoulder and one of his arms is resting on your waist while the other is pulled against his chest.

One of his legs is resting between yours as he holds onto you like one of his body pillows from on top of your blanket.

You smile down at him and use your free hand to softly brush a few of his curls from his face.

He seems to still be in his street clothes. His loose white v-neck and his tan pants stand out against the black of your comforter.

“God he looks so good,” you think to yourself. “He’s even adorable when he sleeps. If not even more so,” you add after a moment.

The bruises on his neck as well as the bite mark on his shoulder, courtesy of your teeth last night, send a feeling of satisfaction to your core. He looks so good like this, covered in bruises you gave him, like marks of commitment to you and only you.

The thought of that alone causes you to slide your hand down from his face to his chest and trace your finger over one of the bruises you left there.

You hold back a smile as you hear the light sound of snoring enter your ears.

Looking over at your clock you see that it’s already two pm. It’s been about four hours since Jungkook left. You wonder how long Taehyung has been back now. Maybe he was waiting for you to wake up and eventually fell asleep.

A grumble from your stomach reminds you that it’s time for lunch and you look down at your roommate and try to figure out how to remove yourself from his embrace.

After trying and failing for a few minutes, your stomach and your bladder decide that enough is enough. He’s just going to have to wake up too.

You decide to be gentle, and lightly sweep his hair out of his face as you look at him. Your lips place a soft kiss on his forehead, and you feel him move beside you and pull your body closer to his.

You watch his eyes open slowly, and a small smile makes its way to his face

“Hey you,” you whisper softly as you stare into his eyes.

He gives you a smile and reaches up for your hand before kissing it.

“Good afternoon sleepy head.”

“How are you feeling,” you ask as you continue to smile at him. “Since last night, I mean.”

He purses his lips as he thinks about it before giving you a sweet smile.

“I’m good, better than good actually.”

“I didn’t push you too far last night did I,” you ask, keeping your voice soft.

His eyes widen momentarily and he shakes his head as he tries to reassure you, “no really I liked it I promise. You made me feel good about myself, so thank you.”

You give him a slightly relieved smile and move his hair out of his face flushed.

“Was there anything that you didn’t like? Anything that made you uncomfortable?” You ask as you trace a finger along his jaw and around his lips.

He begins shaking his head in response but stops abruptly.

“I...I just...I feel kinda nervous,” he confesses.

“About what?”

“I don’t think Jungkook likes me. I mean I thought we were friends and everything for a while, but once he found out I liked you, he just got really mean.”

Your eyes search his face. Sometimes you forget that he’s the oldest of your two friends. While Taehyung used to be more or a silly jokester when you first met him, he slowly became more shy as the years went on.

You aren’t exactly sure why caused the change, but his lack of confidence in himself is what makes him such an easy victim for Jungkook’s judgement.

“It’s not that he doesn’t like you,” you reassure him. “He’s just jealous.” You know deep down that what you said is probably true, but the reality right now is that Jungkook’s jealousy towards Taehyung means that he’s already decided that he doesn’t like him anymore. Maybe you can change that though. You hope that one day he will regain that bit of confidence he had when you first met him.

You softly run your fingers through his messy curls as you think about how to make Taehyung feel more at ease while also convincing Jungkook to back off.

Suddenly, your nose picks up a smell. Looking down at your friend you ask, “Tae, did you shower before you left this morning?”

He tenses up before shyly looking away and shaking his head.

“Umm kinda, I rinsed off a bit, but it was really early so I just kinda threw on some clothes and left.”

You narrow your eyes at him as you pull out of his embrace. “You know how I feel about dirty bodies in my bed,” you groan.

He looks away again, but sits up and adds quietly, “you didn’t seem to have a problem with it last night.”

“What was that,” you counter, both amused and a bit surprised at his sudden show of sass.

He clears his throat before correcting himself and explaining, “well I uh… I know that the blankets needed to be washed anyways so I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal you know… sorry.”

You hold your frown for just a few more seconds then break into a playful smile. “It’s fine, I need to wash these sheets today anyways.”

You notice him quietly release a breath and let out a nervous chuckle at your response before standing up and stretching. As his shirt rises, Your eyes slide to his stomach and you reach forward and slide your hand beneath it.

His cheeks redden as he notices your touch and you slide your fingers a bit further up his stomach as you say, “I don't remember telling you to leave just yet.”

He rests a knee on your mattress and leans into your touch, his eyes closing as your other hand reaches up to caress his face.

“Is that what you want,” you pout innocently, “to leave me all alone in here?”

He bites down on his lip nervously, and you slide your hand downwards now, already prepared to tease him.

You want to leave me up here all by myself? Just like this morning, without a single goodbye,” you pout as your fingers tease the waistband of his pants.

“I…I don’t want to wake you,” he sputters, a small whimper leaving his lips.

“But you missed all the fun,” you pout. Jungkook and i had a nice little shower together. I know it would have been so much nicer if you were there too…”

He gasps as your finger traces over the hard outline of his cock, but you simply ignore it and continue. “I could have helped you… the same way I helped him…”

He moves his knee, and slowly slides his body down to your floor. His sweet eyes stare into yours as he gazes up at you from his knees.

You move to the edge of your mattress and open your legs so his head can rest between your knees.

Taking your index finger and placing it beneath his chin, you lean forward and taunt him. “You would have liked that wouldn’t you? Watching Jungkook fuck me until I can’t take it anymore…”

He sucks in a breath, his gaze sliding to your mouth.

Your fingers slide through his curls and grab them roughly as you whisper, “maybe, you would’ve wanted to see the look on Jungkook’s face as you fucked every last thought of him out of my mind…”

He moans at the pain from his head and you place a light kiss on his lips. “Would you have liked that?”

He nods up at you earnestly.

“That’s too bad…” you sigh, shrugging your shoulders . “Maybe if you hadn’t left so quickly this morning you could have gotten all of them.”

When he closes his eyes in frustration, you gently slide his curls away from his eyes. You can tell he’s frustrated. He’s probably beating himself up for missing the opportunity to be with you again, and losing to Jungkook.

“I meant what I said earlier though.” You whisper conspiratorially, hoping to pull him from his thoughts. “You should probably take an actual shower. You still smell like the bar from last night.”

He rubs the back of his neck with his hand and looks down at his lap as he nods.

“Yeah you’re right I don’t exactly feel clean right now anyways.”

You smile at him and playfully ruffle his curls as you say, “hurry up and shower, I’ll go ahead and put my blankets in the wash and then we can make some lunch when you finish.” He looks down at his lap, and you slide your fingers over the fabric. “Who knows, maybe we can have some desert as well,” you add with a smirk.

He gives you a nod as he stretches and tiredly shuffles out of your room before grabbing a towel from the hallway closet and heading to the bathroom.

You pull your sheets and blankets from your bed and bring them to the washing machine. You’re just about finished setting up your bed again when you hear Taehyung walk up behind you.

“Ooh that was pretty fast!”

You glance over at him, ready to respond when suddenly your mind goes blank. A stray droplet of water drips from his hair and along his chest as he leans against your bedroom doorway. You’ve seen him shirtless before, but when you saw him in the past you made a point not to let yourself stare, now there’s nothing stopping you.

“What,” he asks concerned, “is there something on me?” He looks down at his body and your eyes travel down to the towel hanging loosely around his waist.

Your mouth waters at the image of what’s behind the fabric and you begin having an internal struggle about what you want to do.

The sheets on your bed are new. You just spent the last twenty minutes struggling to put your bed together. But just look at him. How are you supposed to ignore how fucking good he looks right now.

‘Okay,’ you tell yourself, it’ll be fine. The sheets won’t get dirty, I’ll figure it out.’

You clear your throat and angle your head at your roommate who’s now looking at you like you’ve just grown a third head.

“Come here,” you whisper quietly, pointedly, as you curl your finger at him.

He walks towards you nervously, and your hands travel along his damp skin. He sucks in a breath as you reach forward and begin tracing your fingertips along the outline of his biceps. You feel the goosebumps that form along his arms and back as your fingers slide over it, and you let your eyes slowly roam up his body until you’re left glancing between his eyes and his mouth.

“Do you know how long it took me to put my bed together?”

He looks at your bed behind you and widens his eyes a bit.

“Umm a while?”

You reach up and lightly grab his chin.

“So long,” you answer, your lips lightly brushing against his.

Your hand slides up and down his chest and abdomen, your nails scratching his skin slightly as it goes.

He closes his eyes and sucks in a breath as your nails tease at his nipples, and you guide his body to your bed and sit him down.

“You know what that means,” you ask careful to keep his body in place.

When he shakes his head, you grab his chin firmly and whisper, “it means, we’re going to be very, very careful.”

He looks up at you, uncertainty filling his gaze, as you lean him back and climb up his body. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice a few remaining water droplets dripping down his neck and chest.

His chest is your first stop, your tongue lightly sliding along his smooth skin until taking a detour to one of his nipples.

His hands travel to your hips, and he grabs them softly as he watches your mouth.

Your tongue swirls around his nipple gently, and you lightly graze your teeth against the sensitive skin and pull.

His fingers tangle in your hair and you slide your tongue along his chest until you get to his other nipple and do the same. You notice that he’s already hard beneath his towel and let one of your hands untuck the fabric from his hips.

From somewhere in your room you hear your phone vibrate, but you ignore it. You have more important things to worry about right now.

Your tongue travels up his chest and along his collarbones, your lips placing light kisses over the bruises you made on his soft skin last night.

His hands slide along your thighs as they make their way beneath your shirt and around your breasts.

You grab his wrists and hold them together firmly above his head, your mouth returning to his for a slow hot kiss. Your tongue slides against his and you nip at his bottom lip before whispering, “no touching.”

He gives you a nod, and you slide your body until you’re kneeling on the floor in between his legs.

“You know, seeing all of that water on you made me so thirsty,” you tease.

He sits up and leans back on his elbows, biting his lip nervously before nodding down at you.

“Maybe you can help me with that.”

You curl your finger at him once more, and he leans towards you as he waits for you to continue. You lean forward and globe him a slow kiss while sliding your hand along his jaw. You pull back after a moment and slide your tongue along his bottom lip.

“Hmm, I thought that might help, but I guess I need more.”

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, and you look into his eyes and bring two fingers to his mouth.

His lips part as you slide your fingers between them and his tongue swirls around them as you pull them back out.

“Good boy,” you praise as you slide your tongue along the same two fingers.

“Maybe this would make me feel better,” you tease as you slide your fingers over his precum and spread it along his length.

“Would you like me to try?”

He releases a whine before quietly groaning out the words, “yes...please...yes.”

You smile up at him as you slowly drag your tongue from his base to his tip.

His hands ball into fists as he gasps, and he squeezes his eyes shut as you take him into your mouth.

“Look at me,” you say. “If I see you look away or close your eyes again I’m going to stop. Understand?”

He gives you a quick nod. “I understand.”

“Good,” you say and take him back into your mouth, deeper this time.

You watch one of his hands move closer to you, and you lightly drag your nails along the insides of his thighs.

Again you hear your phone vibrate, but you’re so close now. You can’t just stop.

“Please, let me touch you…”

You slide your hand up and down his length and give him a nod.

“Sure.”

His hand slides around the back of your head and he grabs a fistful of your hair as you take him into your mouth again. You try to take him deeper each time, but he’s just too big. You feel him reach the back of your throat, and groan as your gag reflex threatens to appear.

‘Come on,’ you tell yourself. ‘Just a little bit more. If you could do it last night you can do it now.”

Your phone vibrates now for a third time, and you see Taehyung reach behind him and grab your phone from beside your pillow.

“Here, go ahead and take it. It seems pretty important if they keep calling.”

You take him out of your mouth and look at the caller ID. To your surprise it’s your father. Well, not technically your father. It’s his secretary. You know that he would never take the time to personally speak to you.

You roll your eyes and clear your throat before releasing a sigh of exasperation and accepting the call.

“What?”

“Hi Miss, Y/N, this is Keni Ouro calling from your fathers office, do you have a minute?”

You grit your teeth, as you glance at your roommate in front of you.

“Not really, what do you- I mean what does he want?”

“I’m glad to hear you’re available,” she responds sweetly.

“No I didn’t sa-“

“I have your father on the line,” she interrupts as usual. “Just a moment.”

Taehyung watches as your gaze hardens, and he mouths the words “everything okay” as you take a seat on the floor.

You give him a nod and cover the mic of your phone as you whisper, “I’m really sorry, can we finish this later.”

He wraps his towel around his waist once more and kneels down in front of you as he nods.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” he whispers, “but you got this.”

He closes the door behind him quietly, and as he leaves you find yourself thinking you father better have a damn good reason for calling you out of the blue after all this time.

You hear a click on the line as your father finally picks up the phone, and take notice of your angry reflection across from you.

“Father,” you say, the word both your greeting and your method of irritation.

“Hello, Y/N.”

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skeetusmcyeetus · 4 years ago

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I’ve making headcanons about all of my hyper fixations for a while now and just dumping them on my friends so I’m gonna also dump them here.

If you’re into All For the Game , My Hero Academia, ATLA, The Raven Cycle stay fuckn tuned my doods bc I have a loooot of stuff rattling around my empty skull.

Not all of these are 100% mine some of them are already pretty popular and I’m expanding on them or I heard something similar and edited it to my own tastes

I’ll separate them by series,,,

Theres like one canon that’s mildly nsfw

TW: drug abuse

Mha/Bnha

pro hero kirishima’s Red Riot™️ merch is insanely size inclusive bc he wants fatgum to be able to wear the hoodie that kiri’s pr team sent him but that’s not all,,

If he wasn’t super gay and in love with Bakugou he’d be very Into BBWs so again his merch is super size inclusive bc he wants everyone to be able to wear it

The company that makes the merch also takes requests for special made merch for people who’s quirks interfere with a “normal” size or dimension

ALSO ,,,,this man(kiri) is built like a fuckn MACK TRUCK OKAY he is 6’7” and cannot fit through doorways without ducking and turning a little to the side ,,, he is broad And still wears no shirt™️ ,,, this being said ,, bakugou is still around 5’8” and pretty slim don’t get me wrong he’s extremely strong and toned but he’s not huge,, it makes flying easier if he stays a little lighter ,,,,,,, the point is,, sometimes kiri will pick up bakugou with one arm and bakugou can’t even pretend to hate it anymore

Also,,,, fatgum has to use special pens and keyboards because of how big his hands are,,, he’s literally 8’2” I won’t take criticism on this

Fatgum actually loves wearing red riot and sun eater merch

Allmight and Inko start dating and one day when they’re out someone comments on how much all might “looks like a skeleton” and she absolutley lets loose on them for being so vapid and shallow and how “he’s risked his life to save people like you more times than you have ever even thought about being helpful in your life and it would serve you well to treat someone who’d die for you without even knowing you with more respect”

All might had to gently pull her away bc the guy was crying and she wasn’t anywhere near finished with him

Midnight is Asexual and aggressively pretends to be horny on main™️ because for one, it works with her quirk and two, nothing sells better than sex especially when you’re a woman.

Bakugou and kirishima use sign language to talk shit at Public events

Dabi is addicted to painkillers because he’s been on them his entire life,, he wakes up with the shakes and sometimes toga has to help him take his meds in the morning because he’s already in withdrawal

Tensei was the first one to realize that iida was autistic and immediately did copious amounts of research on ASD and how to be a good brother to him

ATLA

sokka grows his hair as long as Zuko’s (except the sides obvi) and sometimes he’ll wear his hair in the fire nation top knot and zuko loses it every time

Azula gets help and now sometimes when she wakes up with the sun after a night of fitful sleep she goes to the courtyard to have tea with iroh. They never talk, but then again they never need to.

Sometimes after a hard day sokka falls asleep in the bathtub and wakes up to zuko warming the water back up and washing his hair for him

Suki lounges in zukos throne while zuko gets worked up about stuff and paces all around the room

Mai is on the ace spectrum

When sokka and zuko visit the southern water tribe zuko will firebend for the all of the kids in the village,,, they love him so much and sometimes sokka gets a little teary eyed watching him

Sokka braids zukos hair water tribe style and it’s the hottest thing maybe ever

Zuko takes sokka on shopping sprees pretty frequently and sokka fuckn loves it

One time someone has the nerve to call sokka “the fire lords sugar baby” and sokka just flips his ponytail over his shoulder Ariana style and says “and what about it?”

The Raven cycle

Ronan has 100% killed Robert Parrish in his dreams and when he wakes up to see Adam next to him he almost immediately wants to go back to sleep and do it again for all the pain he’s caused Adam

Gansey is oblivious to the fact that he is indeed shredded,, when he gets really worked up he moves his arms a l o t like rolls up his sleeves, crosses and uncrosses his arms and The gang’s favorite is when he puts his hands on his head and subconsciously flexes,,,, literally entire gangsey will group swoon at him and he genuinely thinks they are marvelling at his passion for whatever he’s worked up about

Ronan watched broke back mountain once when he was like 16 and now all he can think about is being a gay cowboy ,,,

Adam will read people’s tarot wrong if theyre douchebags

Don’t you think it’s funny that the ganseys don’t have any straight children?

Blue has a T-shirt from each member of the gangsey (except Noah,, rip Noah) and shes created a terrible Franken-T-shirt by ripping them up and sewing them all back together in an extremely ugly patch work thing

Adam talks in Latin in his sleep and it really freaks his roommate out,, like a lot,, not to mention the fact that Adam already creeps him out to begin with bc he’s got that other vibe that comes from being tied to cabeswater and lindenmere ,, 6 out of 7 days his roommate is convinced that he’s a witch or a fairy or something

Ronan teaches opal how to bake and opal burns everything on purpose

aftg

Neil has definitely killed multiple people to survive

Neil’s mom definitely made him kill someone at least twice to make sure he could kill to survive on his own if they got separated

he probably definitely still has nightmares about each one

Matt and Dan both had a crush on Neil for like 30 seconds and absolutely talked to each other about him

Ppl always talk about how hot it is to crush a watermelon with your thighs,,,, Andrew could do it with his arms

Aarons ass is so flat and Andrew has an absolute dumptruck

Kevin started out as one of those annoying “obsessed with WWII” history guys and now he’s actually very into queer history and will rant about the lavender scare for an hour if you let him

The foxes lounge room(?) has a dart board with riko’s face on it to this day,, they literally have a drawer full of copies the same image of riko and every time one gets worn out they put a new one up. It’s more of an inside joke now but wymack still hates that little puke even though he’s dead so it stays up

Post-canon Neil gets drunk and teaches the team how to steal a car by hot wiring Matt’s truck

Matt does drag for halloween one year and Dan liked it a little too much *cough cough* she pegged him while he was still in drag

Someone once asked Renee if she was “saving herself for marriage like a good Christian girl should” and Allison knocked them out cold and stepped over the body

Neil calls Aaron ugly to his face literally any chance he gets (I feel like this one might be canon but I actually don’t know What’s real anymore)

Andrew Unironically wears a pink apron that says “kiss the cook” that Nicky got him for Christmas when he bakes

Okay I think that’s it ? For now?? Let me know if y’all want more,,,,, I’ll separate them next time I just really had to dump these and I didn’t want to make multiple posts.

I made this at 5:30 in the morning sorry if it’s riddled with typos and errors.

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A Little Braver ch.6

Here we go with chapter 6. I edited but if you see any typos I am sorry I had a long day at work.

During the call they attend in the chapter they mention a substance called ANFO. Click here for more info. I did some research hopefully it makes sense. I am no an expert but I needed something for the scene.

Our two idiots... well, I hope you will be happy (for now) *evil laughter*

I hope you will enjoy the chapter

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Three months later.

Rowan landed back at the airbase in the morning. The carrier had docked on the coast a few hours earlier on and then they had flown back to the base with their jets.

He got off his plane and smelled the air of home. Winter had given way to spring and he could smell flowers and wondered if the kingsflames were in bloom already.

“Damn it feels good to be back.” Shouted Gavriel getting off his jet and stretching his back “I am dying for a very long relaxing bath. And peace, without you idiots annoying me.”

“Oh yeah,” said Fenrys “Not having to hear Connall and Vaughan snore will be so good.” He turned to Rowan and Gavriel “Not everyone has the rank to get their own quarters.”

Rowan pretended not to hear the youngster and started walking around his aircraft to do his post-flight checks. He had enough of their bickering and of Fenrys moaning in general.

“Guys.” He bellowed “Less talking and do your post-flight checks.”

“Someone is grumpy.” Added Fenrys.

Connall slapped him on the back of his neck “don’t anger the man even further. Now shut up and do your job. I am so tired of your voice.”

Rowan silently thanked Connall for putting his twin in place.

Once he was done, Rowan grabbed his duffel bag and went to the changing room and took a shower. He would take a proper one at home, for now he just wanted to remove some dirt from him.

The changing room was busy and he opened his locker with a sigh. He definitely needed peace and quiet and not to be in close quarters for a while.

“I am so looking forward to my month off.” Commented Gavriel “and decent food. I want to sit down for a meal for more than ten minutes.” Then he turned to Rowan “Any plans?”

“Not really.” He shrugged.

“Are you going to see your captain?”

“I don’t know.” He said quickly. He did his best to put her out of his mind during those months away. To ignore those pesky feeling that had been taking root in him even while far away from her. He had hated how he left her and throwing himself into work had been the best way to try and forget. But now he was back and he felt as if he was stuck.

He put his uniform back on and grabbed his stuff “Just stay out of trouble,” he told them before leaving the room.

While walking to his office he pulled his mobile out of the bag, switched it back on and a barrage of notifications hit him and two voicemails awaited him. The first one was from Aelin and she was mad at him. How could he blame her. He had disappeared without a word. How could he even begin to apologise? When he listened to the second and a glimmer of hope appeared in front of him. She wanted to talk. He grabbed his stuff and blitzed out of the airbase. The taxi he had called arrived ten minutes later and once at the station he paid the driver and got off, his duffel bag on his shoulder. An array of emotions passed through him while he moved the first step in the direction of the firehouse, panic being at the top of the list.

He lifted his sunglasses on his head and took in the scene in the distance. Two fire engines were parked in front of the yard. Aelin and the rest of the team were washing them, the day was sunny and mild so the perfect occasion. He chuckled and noticed that she was standing. She was walking normally and he sighed. Rowan found himself staring at her walking around the truck and shouting orders. She was just as stunning as he remembered her. He missed her. He realised in that instant looking at her from far away that somehow, although there was nothing but vitriol between the two, he just missed her. Was his heart actually racing?

Aelin lifted her gaze for one instant and in the distance on the pavement she noticed a tall figure with silver hair. She squeezed the sponge and threw it in the bucket, then stood and marched to him doing all her best to maintain her cool to try and pass as aloof and not minimally interested that he was back. A lie to herself she struggled to believe.

“I am back safely.” He said when she was close enough.

“Well, at least you can do your job well enough to stay alive.” Her tone was hard and unforgiving.

Of course she was still mad at him, what was he expecting?

“Follow me.” She turned around and began walking back inside the station and Rowan knew she was headed for her office. Better have some privacy, he had a feeling he was not going not enjoy the conversation.

“Sit,” she ordered, once inside her office and he complied like a good soldier.

She moved around the desk and plopped on her chair.

“Aelin I—“

“No, you don’t get to go first,” annoyance quite thick in her voice “You left.” She sat up straight “you left me at the hospital and left again three days later for your mission and neither time you bothered to tell me why. You left.” She searched for his gaze and looked at his pine green eyes “Do you have any idea how I felt when I fully woke up and found out you never got back?” She told him unleashing all the anger she had bottled up while he was away “I went to your airbase and I was told by one of the guards that you all had gone for a week already.” She was not shouting but her tone was full of annoyance toward him.

Rowan had thought over and over again how he could apologise to her, but doing so it would mean reveal his secret and he was not sure he could. He should expose his fears and come clean with her, she had lost, just like him, she would understand his struggle.

Eventually he stood and started pacing “I heard what you said in the hospital… about your feelings. And I panicked.” He stopped for a moment “I freaked out because…” he collapsed on the chair, his head in his hands and Aelin knew exactly why but she had to hear him say it.

He had to do it, be a little braver and tell her why he fled, it was his only chance if he even contemplated the idea of being with her or to have any kind of relationship.

“I am scared of getting involved again.” He sighed deeply and Aelin saw pain in his eyes “Over a year and a half ago I lost my wife.” He confessed and Aelin gripped her hands under the table to avoid crying. “She died in a car crash. It was winter and the roads were bad and she just… lost control of the car according to the police.” He looked away for a second “Lyria was also pregnant.” His voice trembled for a moment. “I was away. I was on the other side of the continent when it happened. I left my pregnant wife alone.”

Aelin’s eyes became wet all of a sudden.

“She was going to leave me.” He admitted painfully and Aelin almost gasped at the unexpected ammission “a few days before I left I was looking for something for her in her drawer and saw the papers. She had all the documents ready to file for divorce, my signature was the only thing missing. She had also a letter from her lawyer saying that she would win full custody of our child since, because of my job, I was not fit to look after a child. I would probably win to see my child from time to time.” He stood again “I never told her that I had found out. I left for my mission and she didn’t even come to the airbase with me as she used to do in the past.” He ran his hand through his hair “I loved her. But apparently not enough.” He stopped again as if to gather his thoughts “I got a short compassionate leave and when I got back I just threw myself into work. It kept my mind busy. Since then I haven’t been with anyone.”

“I know.” Aelin whispered and he look at her in a strange way”About the accident, I mean.” She said softly.

“One day I was curious and I looked you up.” She stood and went around the table and sat at the front, facing him. No barriers between them “I read about your wife. Then I read the article about her accident.” She hoped she was not to mess up this one “I recognised our engine in one of the photos from the article.

His gaze widened.

“My team and I attended the accident.” And stared at him but his expression was illegible “It was bad. Only one person survived that night. I had nightmares about it for a week. She… your wife… I think she did not suffer much. I know it’s not much consolation, but from the dynamics it was probably instantaneous.”

Rowan looked at her and she saw tears in his eyes.

“I still have the file.”

“No.” He said calmly “I don’t think I can.”

She took a step to him and took his hand in hers “I know the pain” it was time for her confession. It was only fair.

Rowan looked at her and remembered about the man she had lost.

“His name was Sam. He was a firefighter and a captain at west station. I lost him over a year ago. He attended a call. We could not assist straight away because we were busy on another one. Once we were done we ran in their help. I was too late.” She buried her face in her hands “when I got there they were just carrying his body outside the building.” She looked at him “he did not die a nice death. He suffered and I was not there. I was too late to help him.” She squeezed his hand “I know your pain and your fears because they are the same as mine.” She took another step toward him “losing Sam almost destroyed me. I can’t go through that a second time.”

“How do you get out of the abysm?” He asked tenderly, both with eyes moist.

“One step at a time.” She added and her body was now almost close to his.

Rowan hesitated for an instant then his arm reached out and pulled her closer “Together, then” he whispered, leaning his chin on her head “we can try together.”

“Yeah…” she whispered, her hands against his chest “I am sorry I was mad at you.”

“Shhh… I deserved it.”

She leaned closer and inhaled his scent of pine and snow. He always smelled of home.

“I am sorry I was always so mean to you. I think I was just trying to push you away and keep my distance.”

Aelin smiled and with her fingers brushed his name tag “I think we both did our best to show our unpleasant side.”

She felt him tighten his arms around her “Can we please not? I don’t mean not fighting because I have a feeling that we might get into a few fights from time to time. I mean stop being actually nasty to each other.” He admitted and she felt his thumb tracing circles on her back “whatever this is… I want to give it a go. If you are okay of course,”

She looked up at him and saw a faint smile that reached his eyes. Even with a small smile the man was stunning. She didn’t want to think about with a proper smile.

“Yeah. I want to. I am still terrified, though.”

“That makes two of us.”

“So, where do we start, captain?”

“You owe me two so what about we start with me taking you out for dinner and then we move from there?”

Aelin chuckled “Do you have your mortgage ready?”

He smiled. He gave her an actual real smile and Aelin had to restrain her instinct to slam him against the door and have her way with him.

“The bank apparently does not offer mortgages to pay for meals.” He pulled back a bit to look at her “are you free tomorrow night? I am on my month off so I am totally free.”

Aelin nodded “yes, we will be coming off night shift around 9am. I can go home, sleep and I will see you at night.”

“I still have your address. Can I pick you up at seven?”

“I think I will be alive again by that time.”

“What do we say to our friends if they ask?”

“None of their business.”

He looked down at her “I like it.”

They pulled apart and Aelin went back to sitting on the desk and him on the chair “So your knee is okay again?”

“Yes, physio was a bitch but it’s getting better. The guys, as a joke, gave me kneepads.”

She saw him smile and she realised she would say all sort of stupid things to see that reaction in him. The result left her breathless.

“And you performance review?”

She gave him the biggest grin ever “We crushed it. Absolutely nailed it and I am so proud of my team”

“I had no doubts.” He leaned back on the chair “and I see that you got another engine. That must be great news for you guys.”

She nodded “we got it two weeks ago. It was all thanks to the protest after the embankment fire. Dorian pushed and he got it.” She took a pen and tapped it on her knee “we still don’t have a full team, so at the moment we use it if the situation requires it and we split our team and Aedion leads it. It’s not optimal but the team is coming,” she explained “west is giving us half of their experienced team in their second truck and they are taking half rookies so we’ll both have a truck of mixed crews. Again, not the best but we can’t have an engine with all newbies.”

“That is wonderful.”

“You interview helped as well. The one outside the hospital.”

He looked away for a moment “they made me so mad. Giving all the credit to us when we did very little. I had to.”

“Thank you.”

In that instant the dispatch alarm went off.

“Shit.” She jumped off the table “Don’t go anywhere. There’s a tv, a kitchen. Stay here.”

He nodded and grabbed her hand “Be safe, please.”

She nodded and ran outside.

“There you are. You are the last one here.” Joked Aedion while they were both getting ready.

“She was with her captain.” Added Ansel with a wicked smile.

“Uh, getting nasty in the office?” Added Brullo.

Aelin opened the door and jumped in the engine at her seat “stop behaving like children and jump in the bloody truck right now.”

“Aedion, you lead the second one. ”

Rowan noticed the two engines and the ambulance drive away and once they were away he wandered around the empty space.

He walked around the deserted station and tried to discover more about that interesting team. He walked back the same way as her office and found a corridor that lead to their beds. On a wall there were pictures of the whole team. He stared at Aelin’s picture. She had the most beautiful grin and it was so like her. He smiled at her and traced his step back to the resting area. He sat on the sofa and switched on the tv and on the news he saw a raging fire as breaking news and he guessed that’s where they were going. The headline quoted a fire in an explosive warehouse near a quarry. It looked terrifying.

“Aedion,” said Aelin over the radio “we are going to the warehouse near the quarry. Explosives. This is your kingdom.”

“I saw it. Dispatch confirmed west is coming as well. It must be bad for four engines.”

They arrived at the site five minutes later.

Aelin jumped off the truck “Fuck.” Was her first reaction at the scene in front of them.

In the distance she heard the evacuation sirens for the quarry. West station arrived a moment later.

The fire was raging. Luckily the warehouse was near a quarry and away from inhabited areas, that at least was a start.

She saw a man with a high visibility jacket and ran to him.

“Captain Galathynius.” She introduced herself.

“Captain. I am the manager.” He explained “We evacuated the quarry in time as soon as we heard the first explosion. The warehouse team was loading a new load of explosives to be sent to the quarry. Something must have gone wrong. We lost contact with the team in the north wing where we store the explosives.”

Aedion arrived a moment later “what are we dealing with?”

“Mostly ANFO.” Replied the manager “it was meant to be moved.”

“Do you store any other agent or fuels?”

The manager nodded “but in a separate section. Something must have gone wrong while carrying it away. ANFO must have been in contact with any of the other fuels we use. ANFO is just an oxidiser” the manager explained and Aedion nodded aware of how ANFO worked.

“How many people do you have in the warehouse?’ Asked Aelin trying to assess the situation.

“About 60 and I have 40 accounted for.”

“We’ll get them out.” She said. Grabbed Aedion’s arm and walked away.

“Still twenty people inside. You are the expert. What are the chances I can send the team in and make it out alive?”

“Heat will cause ANFO to detonate. The fire is spreading qui—“

Another savage explosion ravaged the area. The blast so strong that the aftershock was felt quite a distance away. Aedion had pulled Aelin down on the ground and when they lifted their heads they noticed the rest of the team had done the same.

“Thomas,” she shouted while standing up “Connect to the water supply and get the water going and keep the temperature down as much as you can.”

He nodded and spurred his team into action.

“Aedion, you and I are going in.”

The man nodded.

“Luca, Brullo, keep the water going as well. We need to cool down the place as much as possible.” Then she walked to Thomas “Aedion and I are going in. There are still twenty people trapped. We’ll see if we can do something. Call dispatch and order all the units they can send in.”

“You can’t be serious.” The other captain protested “Dorian will not be happy.”

“I am.” she said finishing to don her gear fully “we’ll se you on the flip side. Keep the water coming.”

He stared at her and Aedion ran to the area less affected by the fire. It was a suicide mission and Dorian was not going to be happy.

Back at the station, Rowan was on the edge of his seat. He had felt the explosion, heard it mostly. He kept staring at the screen where he had seen Aelin and Aedion running into the building and his heart raced to the point of pain. There was no way there was anyone alive in that inferno. Why was she risking her life like that?

The four engines were woking hard channeling as much water as possible on the building but from his perspective it seemed like the fire was not yielding at all. He stood and started pacing.

In that moment Lorcan called him “Are you seeing the news about the fire?”

“Yeah.” Rowan replied not removing his eyes from the tv.

“They are there.”

“I know.” Rowan felt sick “Aelin just went in.”

“Are you at home?” The man on the line asked.

“No, at the station.”

“Let me know when they are back.”

Rowan hung up and resumed his pacing.

Dorian arrived on the scene and ran to Thomas as soon as he noticed the captain.

“Where are they?” He asked with panic in his voice.

Thomas inclined his head and indicated the building and Dorian swore savagely.

“How long? I got an update on my way here.”

“Five minutes.” Added the captain directing the water to another area of the building “I have called for more units. Two more are on their way.”

“That is not enough,” raged Dorian grabbing his phone. He walked away calling someone. When he came back he was slightly less furious “Being the chief has its perks. All the units available are coming in. This is not—“ another explosion.

Much stronger than the previous one. A mushroom of yellow fire went up in the sky and the blast rocked the ground all the way to Orynth.

“Chief to Captain. Aelin please come in.” No answer.

“Aelin, damn answer that bloody radio.” He started pacing nervously and a hand ran through his hair “Aedion, come in.”

“Fuck, fuck.”

In that instant the sound of sirens filled the air.

Dorian turned and saw a long line of engines filing down the main track.

He ran to the station captains and started shouting orders. The other engines deployed around the warehouse and started tackling the fire.

Thomas joined Dorian “I am going in. My men are manning the engine and the hoses. I am going to get them out.”

“No you are not.” The tone in Dorian’s word was harsh “I am not having another one of my captains in that building. They should not be inside in the first place.”

“We have still twenty civilians trapped inside.”

“Captain, you and I have done this job for a while. You know better than me that with three such explosions the chances someone inside is still alive are slim. We stop the fire and hope they are safe.”

“Do nothing?” Thomas shouted “How the fuck do you expect me to do nothing?”

“I am the chief, I am ordering.”

Thomas stormed away and resumed his position with the attack lines with the rest of his team.

“Aedion?” Aelin’s voice was faint. She removed the pile of debris from her body and tried to stand “Aedion?” She called again, panic rising. The smoke and fire were making visibility non existent “AEDION.” She shouted.

A moment later she heard a groan and noticed his bulking figure sprawled on the floor. She ran to him and saw he was awake “answer me for fuck’s sake.”

He removed his mask “my oxygen tank is bust.”

She removed hers and passed it to him “use mine, I still have some juice left.”

“We need to get out.”

“We haven’t found anyone.”

“Aelin,” he breathed removing the mask and giving it back to her “we need to get out. Another explosion like the last one and we are roast. And the fumes are bad. We don’t have long.”

“Fine.” She helped him stand. Slowly they tried to navigate their way through the fire and smoke.

The radio crackled static as they took a few steps deeper in the inferno.

“I heard something.” Aelin moved to the sound and Aedion followed. They found a heavy door and opened it slowly. Inside they found the twenty workers still missing.

“Is anyone injured?”

A woman nodded and showed her leg that clearly had a fracture and then pointed at at another man who lay unconscious.

“We’ll get you out of here.” She looked at their scared faces “pull up you clothes and cover mouth and noses” then she crouched down and offered the woman a piggyback. Aedion placed the unconscious man on his shoulder. She started to walk but one of the workers stopped her “This way.” They walked to a door that was locked.

“It’s a secondary route. It will take us to some tunnels underneath.”

Aelin looked at Aedion and the man nodded. It was their only option. They deposited their victims on the ground and with their axes they started knocking down the heavy door. Once through they recovered the people and walked on “stay behind us. Do not walk away form the big man behind me. Hold hands and form a line like at school.”

The civilians nodded and followed. The tunnels were full of smoke. They needed to be quick. The fumes from ANFO were toxic. Her oxygen tank started beeping and she knew she had ran out of juice as well.

“This way,” said the man who seemed to know about the tunnels “these were used in the olden days when we still used dynamite to blast the quarry. They would carry it under here. Apparently it was safer than outside were there were people everywhere. They never had any accident.”

Aelin followed the man with apprehension, everyone had started coughing quite badly.

“How far?”

“Not long. We are almost out. My dad was a worker here in the olden days. He told me everything about the tunnels.”

She heard Aedion cough behind her and she followed next.

Then she felt it. The breeze and a few minutes later the tunnel opened up right in front of the quarry. Everyone collapsed exhausted and took great gulps of air. Aelin looked up and saw the fire was diminishing and gasped when she noticed the crazy amount on fire engines.

“Captain, Thomas,” she croaked, while her chest spasmed in another fit of coughing.

“Chief, captain, where are you?”

Fuck, of course Dorian was there. Lovely, a dressing down from him was all she needed “In front of the quarry, we found some tunnels. We have all civilians with us.” And her coughing resumed savagely.

Dorian walked to the manager “my men saved your trapped civilians. They mentioned some tunnels.”

The manager nodded “follow me,” they reached some SUVs, Dorian jumped in and they started driving. Not long after they stopped in a car park and Dorian in the distance noticed two firefighters uniforms.

“You damn fools,” he shouted when he was in close range “that was definitely one of the most stupid thing you two have ever done.”

Aelin coughed “Glad to see you too, buddy.”

Aedion stood “ two of the civvies are injured, the other ones just need to be checked.”

“Load them in the SUVs,” said the manager “we’ll take you all back to the main area with the EMTs.”

“Civilians first, Aedion and I can wait.” The man helped carry the survivors and sat back beside Aelin waiting for their turn and breathing deeply.

Dorian stood in front of them glaring “The whole fire department in the region has been mobilised for this.” He looked away “how did you two survive the two explosions?”

“We have super power.” She joked but from Dorian’s reaction she realised she had gone too far. The man was pissed.

“I should be mad at both of you and suspend you for being reckless.” He growled “Instead I will just keep on venting my displeasure for a few days more and also thank you for saving the civilians. But I am still displeased with you two. You do your job, you do not play heroes. Do you both read me in this?”

The two nodded silently without adding any comments to avoid angering Dorian even more.

The SUVs came back and both Aelin and Aedion made their way to the vehicles after the chief ordered them to get their arses back to their teams.

When they got back to where their team was cheers erupted.

Thomas passed his hose to a team member and ran to hug Aelin “you idiot. You damn idiot.”

“Such sweet words.” She joked patting the man on the back.

Aedion was dragged away by Lysandra for some checks and now Elide was pulling her jacket “come on, you will smooch later. Now I need to check on you. It’s protocol and you inhaled enough shit for today.”

Rowan noticed the black SUVs bring back some civilians and his worry grew when neither Aelin nor Aedion appeared. The flames were now under control thanks to the effort of all the engines involved.

Then he spotted her, her dirty blonde hair popping out of one of the SUVs that had just come back, and Aedion followed.

He collapsed on the sofa and finally let out the breath he had no idea he had been holding. She looked a mess but she was walking. She was fine. He saw the west captain ran for her and hug her and for a very brief second a pang of jealousy hit him. The he realised it was just a colleague being relieved to see they were alive.

Elide dragged Aelin away to the ambulance and he hoped Lorcan was following the news. Elide was petite but he had a feeling the woman had just as much fire as Aelin.

He relaxed and then he had an idea. He grabbed the phone and rang Gavriel “Hey man, listen I have an idea and I need your help.”

Aelin sat on a gurney in an ambulance, with an oxygen mask attached to her face.

“I am fine,” she complained, trying to remove it, but Elide slapped her hand.

“You are violent.”

“What were you two thinking? You and that idiot cousin of yours? Going inside that hell?” The woman complained checking again her blood pressure and oxygen levels.

“It’s our job.”

“Not when the bloody place is about to blow up. You scared the heck out of everyone.”

“How’s Aedion?”

“Probably getting beaten up by Lys.”

Aelin laughed and more coughing wrecked her body. When she reopened her eyes her entire team was in front of the ambulance “Don’t you two do that ever again. You crazy bastards.” Were the loving words coming from Ansel. Everyone nodded “Dorian had to call all the fire trucks in the area.” Explained Ress.

“I guess you two will soon receive another invite from the mayor.” Joked Nox and Aelin gasped.

Brullo looked at her with a grin “that’s what you get at playing damn heroes. Police has been stopping people coming any closer all night. There is a sea of reporters out there.”

“Don’t you have jobs to do?” Groaned Elide “let the woman recover.”

“I always forget how scary you can be Lochan.” Ren shouted back at her while walking away from them.

“How are you feeling? Can you breath better?”

Aelin nodded.

“Your oxygen levels are back to normal. Does it hurt when you breath?”

“No, I am fine.”

It was much, much later when they did manage to finally get back to the station. Aelin got off the truck and then a wall of muscles slammed into her and enveloped her in a fierce hug. She looked up and noticed a pair of green eyes staring at her. She leaned her head against his chest for a second and the smell of pine and snow hit her. His scent.

“Don’t do that ever again.” He whispered in her ear.

“Where you worried about me, captain?” Then she pulled back noticing her team staring at the two. Fuck, no one knew they had sort of reconciled.

“What is the arsehole doing here?” Shouted Aedion pulling Aelin away from Rowan.

“He was here before the call. I told him to wait for me. That’s why he is here. And his name is not arsehole.” She growled back at her cousin.

Then a few more people came out of the station and they recognised Rowan’s squadron.

“We made food. Gavriel is a great cook. We helped. I just thought that you might all be starving.”

“Damn he is good,” said Ansel looking at Rowan from top to bottom.

Lorcan looked at Elide and the woman smiled at him. He tried to smile back but he was nervous and instead walked back to the station with the rest of the group.

“They need domesticating,” commented Lysandra when she noticed her friend’s dejected expression “Let’s go, I hope the food is as good as last time.”

Rowan and Aelin were the only two left behind “Sorry I hugged you in public.”

She shook her head “It’s fine. It actually felt nice.” Then smiled “I just hope you are now ready for all the comments that are going to rain on us as soon as we get back in there.” She brushed his uniform “I covered you in soot.”

“I don’t care. I have never been more terrified in my life. And I had some hairy experiences in my job.”

“Sorry,” she looked down but she felt his fingers lift her chin.

“You were amazing. Totally insane, but I am in awe.”

He took her shoulder “come on, you need food and we got loads ready.”

Together they walked back and Aelin walked to the sink to wash her face. She wanted a shower but she wanted food more.

“Aedion you could have at least washed your face.” She sat beside Rowan and noticed her cousin’s state.

“I am hungry.”

“Lys, did you kiss him in that state?”

“Hell no,” said the woman taking a bite of her food “I gave him a pat on the back and told him to get his arse in the ambulance.”

“Uh, someone is not getting any tonight.” Chimed Ress and the group laughed.

“Probably more than you, boyo.”growled back Aedion without rising his gaze from his meal.

“Well, someone is definitely getting some,” added Fenrys and nodded to Aelin and Rowan who were just sitting normally eating their food, not even brushing against each other.

Rowan growled at the man and Aelin laughed.

“So what is it with you two?” Asked Elide curious.

Aelin and Rowan’s head popped up from their plates.

“You hugged, he did all of this, are you two dating and pretending to fight so we don’t annoy you?”

“We are just us for now.”explained Aelin “before the fire we talked.”

“We are figuring things out. No labels. No rush. One step at a time.” He grabbed Aelin’s hand under the table and turned to her “we will let things develop.”

“That’s boring.” Comment Aedion, mouth half full.

Aelin snorted out loud “You pined after Lysandra for two years. Two years of driving me crazy because you were head over heels for her but could not make up your mind.”

“Aelin.” Shouted the man.

“Two years?” Asked Lysandra “why you never told me?”

“You know him. He always tries to do the right thing. He kept telling himself that it was not proper since you worked together. I had to read him the regulations and tell him that EMTs are not under our chain of command so he was in the clear. Had it be Ansel, now that would have been an issue since he is her superior.” Explained Aelin who enjoyed the shift of the conversation moving away from her and Rowan.

“You are an idiot.”

She noticed Lorcan throwing glances at Elide and she elbowed Rowan but he had noticed as well.

Elide stared at Lorcan, then blushed savagely and went back to her food “this is amazing,” she said out loud.

“Lorcan made those.” Said Gavriel and Aelin was sure that the man had noticed the exchanges as well.

“So you are a good cook as well?”

Lorcan grunted but Connall elbowed him. A very brave manoeuvre considering that Lorcan was his boss.

“I live on my own. I need to know how to cook.” He managed, never looking at her.

Aelin texted Rowan is he always this bad at flirting?

She could hear Rowan silent laugh this is actually going well for his standards.

Aelin rolled her eyes “who has a house big enough with a garden that we can have a nice barbecue? All of us? Just to get to know each other?” Announced Aelin.

Gavriel raised his hand “I do. I have a big yard and I haven’t used my barbecue since last year.”

“Awesome. What about this Saturday?We are off and you guys are on your month off. So it’s perfect.”

“How do you know about our month off?” Asked Fenrys, staring at Rowan.

“Ro— Captain Whitethorn told me.”

“Oh, of course he did, didn’t he?”

She was going to slap Fenrys.

“Lieutenant, I don’t see why it might be any of your business what the captain and I talk about.” Rowan had put on his captain voice and Fenrys went back to his food.

“The barbecue sounds amazing, spring is in full swing.”

“Good,” said Aelin standing and going to the fridge “I think we all need it after tonight.” Then she brought a bottle of coke to the table “we can’t have wine because we are still on shift.”

“It’s fine,” said Vaughan “we are used to stay dry.” And he pointed at Rowan and Lorcan “their no booze policy is outrageous. We can’t even drink when we are off shift.”

“Blame the twins,” replied Rowan “they are the ones who got drunk, brought two girls on a heavily secure aircraft carrier, got busted and are still on active duty just because Lorcan and I saved their arses.”

“Oh yeah, that was epic.”

“So after that, Rowan and I decided to tighten things and now they can only drink once their mission is over and their arses are back on Terrasen.” Explained Lorcan.

“That’s brutal,” commented Aedion.

The twins had gone silent all of a sudden.

“It must be hard keeping big kids in place,” Elide asked Lorcan and the man attempted a smile at the woman.

“That’s why Rowan is the one who deals with that. He is the babysitter. The perks of rank.”

Rowan gave Lorcan a rude gesture and Aelin burst out laughing.

“You are lucky we are off duty, Whitethorn.”

“Why? Are you going to spank me?”

The group burst into laughter. No one expected the stiff necked captain to come out with such a remark.

“No, because you might like it and it’s gross.”

Aelin was in stitches, her stomach in pain from too much laughing.

“Who is the kinkiest?” Asked Lysandra.

The fire station team pointed at Ansel and the woman stood and bowed happy to be the winner of such a title.

The pilots group pointed at Lorcan and Elide blushed savagely.

“I think he and Essar covered every place of their houses and tried every position known to the human race.” Commented Gavriel.

Elide stared at Aelin in disbelief and Aelin knew the woman’s fears. Elide was the opposite and had no experience and could see why Elide was now panicking.

After their meal, the fire station boys had been put on kitchen duty and were washing dishes and cleaning, while Ansel, Lys, Elide and Aelin were having their meeting in the ambulance.

“I can’t.” Said Elide.

“Why?” Asked Ansel.

“Did you hear Gavriel? Lorcan is basically a sex god and I am the opposite.”

“There is no need to freak out now. All you are doing is staring at each other. When the time comes you just have to talk to him.” Explained Lysandra calmly.

“And tell him what? Sorry Lorcan I do not know what to do with men?”

“Yes,” said Aelin “if he is a decent man he will understand.”

“If he is not, I‘ll deal with him.” Aelin liked Ansel a lot. The woman wan’t always easy to get along with but when it came to them four they had formed their tiny support group and Ansel would back them up at all times. She was loyal and quite an awesome firefighter.

“Yeah but he might want to do things I do not feel comfortable with.”

“Consent, Elide.” Said Ansel sternly “If you say no it’s no. If the bastard pushes, you dump his arse straight away because he is not worth it.”

“Ansel is right,” said Aelin, taking Elide’s hand “If you want to go slow, you tell him. If he says no, well he can fuck off.”

Rowan was helping in the kitchen when he noticed all the women had disappeared “where did they go?” He could not see them anywhere.

“Girls meeting in the ambulance.” Explained Aedion “Aelin, Lys, Elide and Ansel sit in the back of the ambulance and have their girls meetings. Probably to gossip or complain about us.”

“Oh.” Was Rowan’s only comment.

“But I think tonight you and I are in the clear.” He finished washing the dishes “I got a feeling they are talking about Elide and Lorcan.”

“So everyone noticed, eh?”

“They were definitely not being subtle.” Replied Aedion “you tell you CO to go easy on her. He breaks her heart, I break him.” Then he turned to Rowan “same goes to you. You break Aelin’s heart and you are a dead man. She has been through enough.”

Rowan leaned against the counter “I know about Sam.”

Aedion’s mouth fell open.

“She told me.” Rowan admitted quietly while drying some of the dishes “We are taking things slow.” Confessed Rowan. He felt like he could talk easily to the man, although he was positive Aedion was not his biggest fan “I lost my wife over a year and a half ago. I know how Aelin feels.”

“I am sorry, man.”

Rowan brushed him off “Aelin and I are trying. But I don’t want to hurt her anymore.”

“You’d better.”

In that instant the kitchen became populated again and the two stopped talking.

“We gave the guys the tour,” explained Ress, happily “are the girls still in their meeting?”

“Looks like,” said Aedion and patted Rowan on the shoulder “guys I am going for a shower.”

“Go and make yourself pretty for your woman.”

Eventually the women came back as well and Lysandra cheered when she was told Aedion had gone for a shower.

Aelin walked to Lorcan “can I talk to you?”

The man looked at her with a questioning look.

They walked outside in the yard “do you like Elide? Are you interested in her?”

The man looked away clearly not comfortable talking about his feelings.

“Elide likes you, for some obscure reason. She is wonderful and a dear friend of mine. She does not have the same… experience you have. You are free to try and date her if she is okay with it. But you break her heart, you hurt her and I swear you’ll be flying from Terrasen under false identity because Lys, Ansel and I will come after you.” The man was a giant but she was not scared “do you read me on that, sir?”

Lorcan nodded.

“Now you stop playing side glances and go ask her out for a coffee.”

“Are you planning on managing my relationship with her?” He asked annoyed.

“No, but I will be watching you.” And walked away.

With her eyes she followed the man going to talk to Elide and once he was done she saw her friend giving her the thumbs up.

Happy with her job she went to find Rowan and found him sitting hiding beside one of the engines.

“Hey,” she said sitting down beside him “what are you doing down here alone?”

He replied with a heavy sigh “Our two teams together get along a bit too much. I just needed peace and quiet. I landed only this morning. We haven’t slept in a while and jet lag and all. I am a bit wiped.”

“You should go home.”

He leaned his head against the vehicle ‘you should too… after the night you had.”

“Can’t, night shift remember? I will go and take a shower though, and collapse on my bunk. But I am stuck here until tomorrow and hope no more emergencies.”

“It’s not fair though. After that fire you should go home and have someone relieve you.”

“That’s not how it works, captain.” She stood “go home. Sleep, I believe you promised a lady to go out for a meal.”

“Yes, and hopefully this lady will find some time to relax as well.”

Rowan stood as well and stopped in front of her.

“Thank you for the meal. It was awesome.”

“You deserved it.”

She grabbed the tips of his fingers and held them gently “I will see you tonight at seven.”

“Hopefully with less dirt on you.”

She flipped him off and walked away. Rowan chuckled and in the end took his leave as well.

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ptersparkers · 4 years ago

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lifeguard

summary: when sarah gets stung by a jellyfish, you, the cute lifeguard, are there to save the day.

warnings: idk if a jellyfish stings (it’s not severe) is a warning? also typos, probably.

notes: this is a request and i hope the anon likes it! also i just looked up how to heal a jellyfish sting on mayo clinic lol.

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“She’s so hot,” Sarah said nonchalantly.

“Who?” John B. asked. Sarah pointed at you, who sat high on a chair with a signature red bathing suit, sunglasses, and whistle around your neck.

“Oh, Y/N?” John B. asked. “She’s really cool.” Sarah whipped her head.

“You know her?”

“Not really,” he said, shrugging, “She hangs around Figure Eight most days but she’s chill. We used to work together cleaning boats about a year ago.”

“John B., she’s so hot I think I’m gonna faint.” John B. laughed at her antics and took off his flip flops. Sarah watched as Pope, Kiara, and JJ fooled around in the ocean and began splashing one another.

“Word on the street is she likes girls,” he said, quietly.

“You know I don’t like to talk about people’s sexualities,” Sarah said.

“I’m only saying that because a few of my friends have seen her on dates with girls,” he said. But John B. noticed his words made Sarah look down at the sand. “Not recently, though! I just mean that she’s not a hundred percent straight. Maybe you could pretend to faint and get her attention,” he teased. Sarah whacked his bicep.

“That’s cliche,” she commented.

“I mean, have you tried it?” Sarah chose to ignore that comment and walked towards the other Pogues.

Over the course of the next hour, the group couldn’t help but tease Sarah for looking back at you and letting your gaze linger a little too long. The beach was long and big, and your job wasn’t to stare at Sarah, much to her dismay. Sarah’s cheeks would redden and her lips would form a sorry pout when she knew she got caught.

“I can’t help it,” she told Kiara, who had caught her staring at you for the third time. “She’s just so...so, ugh.”

“I know,” Kiara said, laughing at Sarah’s frustration. “I’ve never talked to her before but everyone says she’s really cool and nice.”

“That intimidates me.”

“Why?” Sarah sighed.

“I don’t know. She has this vibe that screams��‘I don’t give any fucks’ and I’m the complete opposite. I care about what people think of me. I care about what she thinks of me.”

“Have you even tried talking to her?” Kiara asked.

“Once,” Sarah confessed. “It was at the coffee shop by my house. I wanted to say I liked her shirt but I think I sounded like a cat that got its tail stepped on.” Kiara couldn’t help but chuckle.��“Don’t laugh, Kie.”

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying not to laugh anymore. “You guys would be so cute together.”

“You’re just saying that,” said Sarah, haphazardly splashing the water beside her. Kiara shrugged.

“You never know until you find out.”

The two girls were in the water by themselves as the other boys had left to go back to the Chateau. Sarah began to walk towards the shore, back to her towel, when she felt a sting on her ankle.

“Oh no,” Sarah said, moving abruptly, causing Kiara to look at her.

“What?” Kiara asked.

“I-I think I got stung by a jellyfish.” Kiara wordlessly helped Sarah out of the water and propped her up against her body, leading Sarah towards the shore.

“Hey!” Kiara called in your direction. You looked at her. “My friend was stung by a jellyfish!” You wasted no time and hopped down from your post, walking fast to meet the two girls halfway. “It’s on her ankle.” You bent down to assess the situation and seeing that there were only two relatively small slashes, you gave her a soft smile.

“Nothing to worry about,” you said. “It doesn’t look that bad but we need to let your ankle soak in some hot water.”

“O-Okay. Jesus, this stings,” Sarah said, forgetting all shyness she had before.

“Mind if I take your friend to our back house? It has a tub that you can soak it in.”

“Go for it,” Kiara said. “Sarah, I’m gonna go and call John B. to pick us up, okay?” All Sarah could do was nod as she was transferred fro Kiara’s body to yours. Her cheeks flushed a shade of red, realizing you were helping her walk and you were wearing nothing but that red bathing suit.

“I’m Sarah,” she said boldly. “And I’m also trying not to cry.”

You laughed. “I’m Y/N and I’m not going to let you cry.” You fixed the bath and filled it with relatively warm water, placing a wooden tool for her to sit on. “Are you cold?”

“A little,” Sarah said, suddenly realizing she had goosebumps. Though, she wasn’t sure if it was the cold air or you.

“Let me grab my jacket.”

“Oh, you don’t have–”

“It’s fine,” you said, coming back from another room. You had a large bomber jacket with the inside lined with soft fabric and Sarah thought she was in euphoria.

“I don’t even know how this happened,” Sarah said, sighing and looking at the tub.

“I don’t think anyone does,” you laughed.

“You don’t have to stay with me,” Sarah said. “I’m sure you have lives to save.” You scrunched your nose. Sarah thought that was adorable.

“Nah, it’s okay. This job is kind of bogus anyway. I don’t think a beach needs a lifeguard but I do it a few times a week anyway. Besides, I like your company.”

“You do?”

You shrugged. “I mean, yeah. You seem nice enough and everyone on this goddamn island’s so full of themselves.” Sarah could not argue with you.

“Go out with me,” Sarah blurted out. You raised your eyebrow at her.

“What?” Sarah shifted her body.

“Let me take you out,” she began. “You already saved my life and the least I could do is repay you.”

“By taking me out?”

“By taking you out.” Oh boy, if only Kiara could see Sarah now.

“Okay,” you said with a small grin.

“Sarah!” John B. yelled from the door. The both of you had looked at him with Kiara behind him. She gave the blonde a playful look, and for once, Sarah didn’t blush. She smiled proudly. “You’re okay.”

“Of course I’m okay, idiot,” she said with a laugh. “Y/N helped me out.” He looked quizzically at the girl.

“Oh,” he said, looking between the two of you. “Y/N- oh! I get it. Kie and I are gonna hang outside. Get us when you’re ready.”

As Sarah watched her two best friends disappear behind the door, she couldn’t help but steal a glance in your direction. You were blushing just as hard as she was.

“So,” Sarah said, “you free tomorrow night?”

“Depends,” you said coyly. “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking,” she said, putting her finger on her chin for emphasis, “we take my dad’s boat out on the river. I’ll bring us some bread, cheese, other fruits, maybe I’ll steal some wine from my dad’s collection, and we can spend the night underneath the stars.” Sarah looked at you and waited anxiously.

“That sounds like a date,” you said. Sarah was ecstatic, happy that you have labelled it as a date before she did.

“Yeah,” Sarah said, smiling. “It’s a date.”

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moon-in-daylight · 4 years ago

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Stay the night / Count Orlo x reader

Summary: It’s the evening before Catherine’s birthday, and knowing what her plans for the special day are, you have to decide whether if you warn Orlo or not.

Words: 2.2k

A/N: So remember over a month ago when I said I wanted to write Orlo fluff? Well, I wasn’t able to write it until recently. I didn’t edit this and I’m posting it at 2 am so forgive any typos that you may find. I’m just really impatient once I finish writing something and I really can’t wait to share it 😂 Also, thanks to the anon that sent this because it practically gave me the whole idea for this fic. Sorry for the delay 😅

Orlo’s mellow voice echoed through the empty room as he read aloud for the both of you. Written words came out of his tongue naturally, as if he was the one choosing what to say instead of just reading the thoughts of another person. He had that gift of making the most boring writings sound like poetry when he read them for you. You were sure that even the dullest treaties he had to redact for Peter would sound delightfully sweet, if he was the one reading them.

The loving tone he used when he knew you were listening, the dedication he put into every sentence, reciting every word with a passion you had rarely seen in any other man at court… As you leant your head on his shoulder, you wished you could enjoy the soothing sound of his voice just like you used to do every night. But, much to your disgrace, this wasn’t just any other night.

Maybe it was for Orlo. As far as you could tell, he was oblivious to all the chaos going through your mind. And you wished you could be as well as you tried to focus on the way he took and released the air around you as he spoke.

He didn’t have the slightest clue, but tomorrow would be a decisive day for the two of you. Not only for the two of you. The whole of Russia could be marked forever by the events that were to come. Tomorrow was Catherine’s birthday, and as one of her most loyal confidantes, you had been chosen to carry the burden of knowing what her plans for the day were.

You had thought that she was joking at first when she told you that she was pregnant, and you even laughed when she let you know that all she wanted as a birthday gift was her husband’s head on a silver plate. But you froze when you realized she was being as serious as ever since she had arrived that godforsaken excuse of a court. She was determined to take the step, to finally kill Peter and take his place the next morning. Seeing the passionate way she spoke of the events that were to come, you knew nothing could have make her change her mind.

It wasn’t that you weren’t glad that Peter was about to get what he deserved. You hated him with every fiber of your being and you couldn’t wait for the moment that he paid for everything he had done to your country, that was why you had chosen to take part in her coup and drag Orlo into it as well. But as the moment of taking the final step approached, you couldn’t help but torture yourself with all the horrible outcomes your plans could bring.

If the coup failed, a quick public execution would be the most desirable destiny for you. Your body trembled when you thought about the physical tortures and punishments you would be subjected to if Peter identified you as one of the plotters. But that worry you felt for your well being didn’t even compare to what you felt when you thought of what losing Orlo would be like.

Orlo had been your friend for years, and now that your relationship was finally developing into something more, you couldn’t bare the thought of losing him. For years you had been meeting in the library at the most remote times of the day, sharing his company and a decent book in the dim light of candles being all you needed to clear your mind of the idiots you had to deal with at court. He had been the most important person to you ever since you had arrived that awful place, the only person that had showed to you some real, uninterested kindness.

You hadn’t been able to avoid developing deeper feelings for him almost immediately, but thinking that he wasn’t interested in you, you had kept them a secret for years, hoping that way you wouldn’t lose your closest friend. You had felt utterly stupid when, after coming back from his unfortunate trip to the front, he had decided to tell you what he truly felt for you in an act of alcohol-induced bravery.

Only a few weeks had gone by since you had gotten together, and honestly not much had changed in your relationship. You still did the same things you had always done. You talked for hours on end, share any and every interesting book or quote you read with each other, go for a walk through the palace gardens… The only difference was that you no longer had to hold yourself back when you felt like grabbing his hand or giving him a little peck on the lips.

It felt as if you had been wasting your time all those years, and you weren’t ready for what you both had to be over. Catherine’s birthday could mean the end of everything you actually enjoyed about that place, because even if you succeeded in getting Peter out of the throne, there was still a high risk that either you or Orlo had to sacrifice your lives for the cause.

You hadn’t mind dying back when you had first joined the coup. Back then, you didn’t have anything to hold on to and you wouldn’t have mind to give your life for a greater good. Now that you had Orlo by your side, you were scared of losing the one good thing that you had.

For the first time since you could remember, you were terrified.

His voice seemed to be drifting away from you as you felt a sharp pain inside your chest. It wasn’t fair. You would never forgive yourself if something did happen to Orlo the next day. You would always remember that you had been to one to drag him into that situation.

“Orlo…” You called his name in a low tone, immediately gaining his attention as he looked away from the book and right back at you.

You wanted to apologize to him. To tell him just how terrified you were and ask him to run away with you far away from that palace, move to another country if needed. You had more than a bad premonition about the following day, and your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled not to share those anxious thoughts with him.

This could be the last night that you got to spend by his side. He seemed so blissful there, reading to you. So calmed and unaware of the horrible thoughts that clouded your head… You couldn’t tell him, you couldn’t make him carry that burden too. Orlo deserved every second of happiness he could get, and you wouldn’t have been able to be the one bringing him bad news. He’d know about Catherine’s plans when he strictly had to, not a second earlier.

“Am I boring you?” He innocently asked as he put the book on his lap, trying to disguise his true fear of being boring with a kind smile and an amusing intonation in that question. He had slowly learned to become comfortable around you, vulnerable. But sometimes you could still see glimpses of old shy, nervous Orlo when his insecurities hunted him.

“Of course not.” The reassurance you gave him seemed to bring him back to that previous state of peace he had been enjoying during that whole evening. “I could never get bored of you.”

He didn’t need to give you an actual answer for you to notice his disbelief of your words. A simple, practically unnoticeable blush of his cheeks and the way his eyes immediately avoided looking directly at you were enough for you to notice the incredulity he still demonstrated at the thought of someone being able to love him.

“I hope you know I mean it.” You added, reaching his cheek with one of your hands and caressing it softly as you removed the book that still laid on his lap so you were the one resting above him instead.

Grabbing his chin carefully, you guided his stare so that it would meet yours, his chocolate brown eyes reflecting some of the dim light of the room. He had removed his characteristic glasses recently, and you weren’t quite accustomed to see him so… Naked yet. The absence of them allowed you to look into his eyes with no barrier in between, and though you had to admit you kind of missed that accessory of him, there was no comparison to what getting lost in his uncovered eyes felt like. You could get lost on them for hours.

Observing the way he stared back at you in deep affection and devotion, you even forgot about everything else going on for a second. For just that one moment, you could pretend everything was okay.

“Remember when we met?” Your fingers traced the outline of his jaw as you recalled the first time you had seen him.

“I got scared when I heard the door because no one else but me used to spend time here.” He evoked his memories of that first day too. “You were surprised when you saw me too. You were crying and you had run in here hoping you could be alone.”

“The Ladies here can be really mean.” You smiled at him as you remembered how you were affected by the comments of other people when you first arrived the palace. It had been long since you last cared about those things. Truth was you had stopped caring about the Ladies’ opinions once you had started to prefer Orlo’s nicer ones instead.

“I tried to comfort you.” Orlo kept relating the events of that day as he let his hands rest on either side of your waist, embracing you softly. “I didn’t know what to do, I felt so bad that you were suffering so pointlessly… I read some Descartes to you, because it always helps me to see things with perspective…”

“Conquer yourself rather than the world.” You recited one of the quotes Orlo had read to you, the one that had been printed in your mind since that day.

“I’m sure I bored you more than I helped you relax.”

“That’s not true.” You intervened again, refusing to let him indulge in his own negative perception of himself. “You helped me a lot. You didn’t have to, but you stayed with me until I felt better. No one else would have done that.”

When he looked away from you in embarrassment, you decided to draw his attention back at you by kissing him on the lips. He should have been accustomed by now, but he still froze for a few seconds every time you kissed him unexpectedly. Far from being bothered by it, you felt touched whenever you got that reaction from him, and you delighted yourself when you finally felt him moving his lips against yours one the initial shock was over.

It was those little things that had made you fall so deep for Orlo. Those were the things you were most afraid of losing. Thinking about the fact that it could be the last time you kissed him, you deepened the kiss as your fingers started to play with the few locks of hair that fell messily around his head.

“I love you, Orlo.” You whispered softly, quickly hiding your head in his chest. “Please, don’t ever forget that.”

It was inevitable that the tears started forming in your eyes, and you couldn’t hold them back anymore when Orlo surrounded your body with his arms. Bringing you even closer to him as he repeatedly kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too.” He muttered, the feeling of guilt while seeing you cry overcoming every shyness he could still have left. “I… I’m sorry if it sounded as if I don’t. You’re the most important thing to me and sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you. I’m really sorry… Please, don’t cry…”

“It’s not your fault.” You quickly assured him, once again refusing to let him self-flagellate. “It’s okay.”

“What is wrong?” Orlo asked, trying to clean the tears that already felt down your cheeks as you silently calmed yourself. If you died tomorrow, you didn’t want that you crying was the last memory he kept of you.

“Nothing is, I promise.”

You knew you hadn’t sounded confident enough for him to believe you, but you weren’t able to tell him what was really going on. All you wanted was to enjoy that night with him and stretch it as long as you could in fears it was actually going to be your last. Cuddled against his chest, you wished for him not to ask anymore questions, fearing that you wouldn’t be able to keep the secret from him much longer.

His hands kept moving up and down your back as you tried to calmed yourself down.

“Is there anything I can do?” Orlo worriedly asked, still trying to help despite not knowing what the situation was. You had always admired that of him, his predisposition to help even when he didn’t know how.

Focusing on the calming rhythm of his breathing, you tried to find the right words to express what you needed without ruining this evening for him.

“Would you stay the night with me?”

“Of course. Anything you need.” He agreed, wrapping you tighter with his arms.

Accommodating yourself inside his embrace, you wished for a way to be able to stop time in that precise moment.

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fizzingwizard · 4 years ago

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Frantically playing catch up because I’m gone the rest of the weekend so here’s day 6 after all! Blatantly Takari. This one surprised me by how easy it was to write so it got a bit longer than the others. I’m sure there are many typos, please overlook. Also has two quotes, one in the text and one at the end, from my long-time favorite poet, Walt Whitman. BTW, I don’t really get everything that went down with Ordinemon, but I did my best to fit canon.

One month post-Bokura no Mirai, Takeru and Hikari go on a date and Hikari encounters something unexpected, which leads to a very overdue conversation with her brother.

Warning - there’s mention of the death of sick baby. It’s not huge but it matters to the story. I don’t want to shock anyone.

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Tri week day 6 - Journeys - Death of a Comet

"How are you?" Takeru asked, watching her carefully.

Hikari only smiled and pretended not to notice. "I thought we'd known each other long enough to skip the niceties, Takeru-kun," she quipped. It was a far cry from her old playfulness, she knew, but she also knew he wasn't going to call her out for it it just yet.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Takeru rolled his eyes with an exaggerated, put-upon sigh. "I didn't realize relationship length was proportionate to amount of shits given."

"It is, at least when the last time we talked was an hour ago over text."

"Duly noted."

"Let's go?"

He nodded. He was wearing another hat she'd never seen before, a dark blue beret that looked about to tip off the side of his head with a light breeze. She wondered if he went out and bought a new hat each time before they went out together. Like how a girl shouldn't be caught in the same outfit twice. He probably did. That was Takashi Takeru, vain as fuck. But there was also something kind of adorable about it.

They'd "officially" been dating for a couple weeks, and Hikari wasn't sure yet how she felt about it. Of course, she'd agreed to it when he asked her. What else could she do? They'd been flirting and toying with each other off and on for years, in a childish way, but she couldn't pretend she didn't know full well what she was doing. She'd even sometimes daydreamed about what dating him would be like. Mostly she imagined it would be a lot of sitting in the bleachers at his basketball games.

She didn't consider Takeru the most mature of the boys in their year, but he wasn't as bad as some. Plus, they'd been through a lot together, so she knew what he was made of. And he really liked her. And she liked him. It seemed unavoidable. She'd said yes because she had no good reason for saying no.

It still felt a bit weird when he reached to hold her hand. Two weeks in, and they had yet to kiss. For the most part, it felt like nothing much had changed between them, except that Takeru no longer tried to hide his excitement when she was near. That was... flattering. And she had no qualms with taking it slow either.

They got on the Yurikamome train and stood together by a window, watching the Odaiba waterfront speed by as they traveled over the Rainbow Bridge. The sky was blue and cloudless. It was the kind of weather Tailmon loved, but Hikari had already talked to her about why she sometimes couldn't come along when she and Takeru went on an "outing." Tailmon had blinked lazily and said that was alright, and given her claws a long, purposeful lick. ”But if he ever hurts you, don't you dare hide it from me.”

Hikari promised, but thought the reverse scenario was far more likely.

Takeru had a more difficult time explaining it to Patamon, she'd heard. Supposedly, after Takeru had given his spiel about how growing up meant needing more time to oneself, Patamon had blurted out, "Are you going to kiss Hikari!? You've got to kiss her, Takeru!" loudly enough that some boys at school had overheard, and as a result everyone knew that they were an item before they'd even been out on a single date.

Such was life with Digimon.

"You know where it is, right?" Hikari asked as they got off the train.

"Yeah, I've come here with my mom for other exhibits," Takeru said, leading her out the exit and onto a busy street. "Mom's really into modern art. We've gone to see Kusama Yayoi's sculptures on Naoshima like four times. I'm pretty sure she goes whenever she breaks up with a boyfriend."

Hikari laughed. "Wait, really?"

"Well, she never introduces them to me, but I can tell when she's seeing someone. She touches up her roots more often."

The art exhibit they were going to see was some sort of interactive light show. Hikari had seen pictures online and thought it looked beautiful. Her father was of the opinion that they only ever put the best pictures on the website, and the rest of the exhibit was probably in some big, white-walled room that smelled like someone had microwaved fish for lunch. Her mom had been more enthusiastic, and added that, if the art did turn out to be a dud, it was as good an excuse as any to sneak off somewhere quiet with her Romeo and, you know, romance him.

Hikari was definitely not going to do that.

She'd timed things with care. Taichi had morning soccer practice until ten. After that he'd come home for lunch. The exhibit opened at eleven, but her concerns about there being a line fell on deaf ears, since Takeru claimed he knew this museum and it was never crowded. (Which didn't do much to mitigate her concerns about the exhibit being any good.) So the earliest she could convince him to catch the train was ten fifteen. So if she left right at ten and headed directly to the station, she ought to be able to miss her brother coming home completely.

It felt like fate was laughing in her face when she ran into him on her way out.

Her shock was mirrored on his face as they both stood in the doorway, staring at each other as if unable to understand why their biological sibling would be there, in their childhood home.

Taichi spoke first, if speech it could be called. "Uh," he said.

"Oniichan," she stammered back, "why - how - you got home fast."

"Yeah... Yamato was having band practice and he gave me a ride on the scooter," Taichi replied.

Hikari kept her mouth shut. Had Yamato orchestrated this? Was Takeru in on it? She knew it wasn't likely in either case, but her hackles were raised. "Oh," she said.

They continued to stand in the doorway. This was, Hikari reflected, the longest conversation they'd managed to keep going in almost a month.

"You... going somewhere?" Taichi asked after a while, tilting his head and looking up and down.

"Museum. With Takeru-kun."

"Oh. Well, have fun."

"Thanks."

As if suddenly realizing he was blocking the exit, Taichi stepped to the side, and Hikari barely restrained herself from running down the hall. The damage was done, though. The minute the elevator door closed, the tears started leaking down her face. Dammit. She'd been so careful.

She'd had to stop off at a nearby convenience store to hide in the restroom. She splashed her face and dabbed her eyes with her hand towel until they were less red, until the evidence of the havoc wreaked just by seeing her brother was hidden under a fresh layer of make-up. She never even wore make-up much before - after all, she was fourteen and blessed with good skin. Dating Takeru had been a convenient excuse to explain to her mom why she suddenly needed extra allowance for concealer, despite having no acne.

She wound up ten minutes late meeting Takeru and still, he could tell right away that something was wrong. She'd managed to deflect, but...

Hikari had never been any good at lying, even to herself. But she was surprised by her own cruelty, dating Takeru because she needed the distraction, an excuse to be anywhere but home. His feelings for her were genuine. She was a monster.

"Hikari-chan?" Takeru gave her a nudge that jolted her into the present. There was, indeed, no line to get in at the art show, and Takeru was trying to hand her a ticket. "Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

She nodded resolutely. "Yeah, of course."

"It's just, you're being kind of quiet."

"Well, sorry but I'm not a professional entertainer."

He didn't reply to that barb. Hikari felt even more miserable. If only Yamato's stupid motor scooter had broken down on the road...

They handed in their tickets and went through a pair of double doors, into a wide room lit by myriad streamers of blue and purple lights wafting on the air like strange, hypnotic jellyfish. No pictures were allowed, so Hikari kept her camera stowed, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. Any pictures she tried to take while in such a stormy mood were bound to end up in the trash bin anyway.

They followed the path laid out through fiber-optic tallgrass in silence. Takeru was still gripping her hand, even though her own hung like a dead fish. The next section was a blacklight room with an even more obvious sci-fi vibe, bright cables painted brilliant colors in the impression of sea snakes creating circuitous archs on the walls and ceiling. The heat-sensor flooring lit under their feet as they walked.

Takeru leaned towards her, the blacklight setting his white T-shirt aglow. "This is like some disco-era alien planet," he joked, offering her the olive branch.

Well, she owed it to him not to let this date be a total disaster. "The room before reminded me of the tree in Avatar," she said.

"I bet the next one's gonna be something from Fifth Element."

"No way."

"Could be."

"Completely different aesthetic."

"It's gonna be that giant McDonald's sign made of stained glass. Wait and see."

It wasn't, of course. Takeru continued to insist they'd see the sign in the next room, and the next, until they reached the end of the exhibit, where he finally admitted defeat. At least room four had clearly been lifted from Finding Nemo, he said.

The final room was, in fact, an open space with white walls, but Hikari didn't notice any stomach-turning smells. A combination of 2- and 3D works of art were mounted around the room, and they took their time browsing, continuing to try to outwit each other with their increasingly outlandish, and even somewhat insulting, art critiques. It was a lovely show, Hikari thought. If she'd come to see it in a better frame of mind, she would be raving just now. But though she'd recovered her ability to match Takeru quip for quip, she still felt heavy with gloom. Geez, why did he want to date a rain cloud like her?

"Want to go for lunch?" Takeru asked as they took in the last piece of art, an abstract mosaic made of vibrant, blinking lights laid into a glass frame on a large tabletop. Hikari circled it slowly, watching lights ripple across the frame, stitching the full picture together bit by bit.

"Sure."

"There's a cafe my mom and I go to nearby. It does amazing pancakes."

"Sounds good," she said vaguely, her brow creasing in thought. She took a step back, gazing at the table from what she'd discovered was meant to be the foot, where you could see the picture in full if you craned your neck just so.

It wasn't abstract art. It was Ordinemon.

Her whole body stiffened.

"The orange marmalade pancakes are my favorite - you listening?" With a confused look, Takeru glanced from her unchanging expression to the table. His eyes went wide. "... Let's leave, Hikari-chan."

He gave her arm a tug. She didn't budge.

"Hikari-chan, there's no need to stay here. Come on."

"Why," she said. It came out in a harsh whisper, like a frozen wind. "Why would someone make art of... that."

Takeru didn't answer for a minute. "Because... they saw it," he said after a while. His grip on her arm tightened, as if expecting her to try to break away. "So they want to express what they saw."

"It's an abomination," she choked out. Humiliating tears welled up in her eyes.

Takeru seemed to hesitate. Then he stepped back, and his arms circled round her shoulders, locking her in a tight hug from behind. The warmth of his body flowed into her ice cold one, solid, real. Her mind flashed to another day, with a roiling sky black as night, when she'd come to in an unfamiliar bed with Takeru at her side and known, with a rush of deadly certainty, that she'd destroyed everything she ever cared about.

Her brother. Her beloved partner. Her friends.

By her own will.

She didn't know what she'd done. Or how. That almost made it worse, the not knowing. Her heart broke, watching her brother disappear in the earthquake. That was all. Her heart broke and she... stopped. And when she started again -

It was too late.

Tailmon had told her she didn't regret the fusion with Meicrackmon, that she'd been able to hold poor Meicoomon together, just a little longer. There was nothing for Hikari to regret, she said. Powers beyond her control. Yggrasil and Homeostasis felt they could wage their little war and pick their champions, and dispose of them when they felt like it. No sooner had she shaken off Homeostasis's hold over her that Ordinemon happened.

Hikari hated that once upon a time, she'd believed Homeostasis was a benevolent presence. That she'd willingly let her into her mind.

Now she didn't know what to believe.

Rage flared, hot as ice. Her whole world, none of it made sense anymore. She was adrift, she was unmoored, there was no safe harbor, not even in the brother who she loved like no one else. He could make a choice like that, to kill Meicoomon, to kill their friend's irreplaceable partner. The one person who deserved the most to be saved. And she'd helped, because that was what you did, on a team, at least, if you couldn't come up with a better plan yourself.

She realized she was shaking. Takeru only held her tighter, his nose buried in the crook of her neck.

"Hikari-chan," he said, and he sounded - terrified. "What if - what if it's not, though. What if it's not an abomination. What if..."

"How can you say that," she hissed frostily.

"I mean - I'm not saying it was good. I'm not saying I don't wish none of this had happened. But - I think - Ordinemon, she was created from despair, yours and Meicoomon's. She was used, and it tortured her. We freed her from that. She would have destroyed everything, even though it's not what she wanted, and she was in so much pain -"

"Stop!" Hikari yelled, pushing away from him. There was enough strength behind her need to get away and he was not expecting it, so he toppled to the floor while she raced out the exit. She kept running, hardly aware of dodging people on the sidewalk, and ran until she found herself in a small park with nothing but a two-seater swing set and metal slide. She sank into one of the swings and dropped her head in her arms. And cried.

Cried for Meiko, for Meicoomon. Cried for the future they would never have.

Cried for her brother, who had changed, and she understood why, but she still missed the way he used to be. Her guiding star.

Cried for herself, a lost comet streaking through an unfamiliar galaxy, wondering if she would vaporize shooting too close to an alien sun, or if she'd putter out slowly until she was nothing but lifeless, crumbling stone.

Her phone buzzed in her purse - Takeru, surely, trying to find her. On top of everything else, she'd ditched the boy she was stringing along, who cared about her, and who had tried so hard to let her know she wasn't alone. She didn't deserve Takeru. She would break up with him - she had to. He should be with someone stronger than her, who wasn't going to fall apart at the seams just from a silly piece of art at a museum gallery.

After a while the sobs let up enough that she could see without tears clouding her vision, and she figured she should at least let him know she was okay. She pulled out her phone and scrolled through her messages.

12:35: Takaishi Takeru: i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to upset you.

12:35: Takaishi Takeru: where did you go? someone said you ran past the 7-11 but I have no idea where you went from there

12:37: Takaishi Takeru: please tell me where you are. If you don't want me to come, I won't. I can call someone if you want.

12:38: Takaishi Takeru: I just want to know you're okay

12:40: Takaishi Takeru: hikari-chan PLEASE respond

12:45: Takaishi Takeru: I asked at the 7-11 but they said they didn't see you. am walking around aimlessly now. no idea where to look.

12:48: Takaishi Takeru: hikari-chan if you don't reply soon I'm gonna have to call Taichi-san

12:52: Takaishi Takeru: wound up back at the train station, if you want to meet me here.

12:55: Takaishi Takeru: if you don't respond in five minutes I'm calling Taichi-san, I mean it.

12:58: Takaishi Takeru: I love you, by the way. think I always have. thought you might want to know

Fresh tears pricked her eyes. Leave it to Takeru. How could he pick now to spring that on her?

She should be happy. She wanted to be happy.

13:02: Me: I'm okay. I'm sorry. Go home. I'll talk to you soon.

Her finger hovered uncertainly over the keypad. She typed:

The real abomination is me.

Then she deleted it, and pressed Send.

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Little though she wanted to go home, Hikari didn't have an excuse for staying out past dinner. She stayed in the little park until it started to get chilly. A couple times, the occasional grandma stopped to ask if she was alright, but she smiled and waved away their concerns. Finally, when twilight fell over the park in a gossamer curtain, she stood and stretched out the kinks in her back before heading back to the station. It felt like she'd been out much longer than a few hours. She thought briefly of asking a friend if she could spend the night, but didn't like the idea of needing to pretend to be peppy and cheerful.

On the ride back, she did a search on the artist who'd made the Ordinemon mosaic. Why, she had no idea. Some self-hating side that wanted her to hurt, she guessed.

The artist's name was Matsuyama Risa, a Tokyo-based sculptor, whose partnership with Fujii Fiber-optics had given birth to the displays they'd seen today. Hikari let her eyes skim the article, categorically uninterested in the number of lights used or how they were installed. What she wanted to know appeared like magic, tacked on at the very end of the article.

Art of Nippon Now: The last room in the showcase features a magical light-up mosaic of a subject that could be disconcerting for some viewers. What led you to recreate the monster that much of Tokyo watched terrorize the sky last month?

Matsuyama: I put that piece together in a feverish rush. Most of these installations took weeks to install, but I insisted on this one, even though it was such short notice. I had to have it. I heard that many people never saw more of her than her massive wings, but I happened to have a very clear view at the time. It made a huge impression on me.

ANN: You said her?

Matsuyama: It was a she. Or, perhaps it's better to say she might not have a gender, but she deserves better than the pronouns we use for inanimate objects, things without personality.

ANN: Are you saying this monster was a person?

Matsuyama: I don't know if you heard her cries, but they were deafening. They reminded me of how my son wailed in the night when he was first born. We didn't know why he was so colicky. Nothing we did calmed him. I was so afraid that he wasn't getting enough sleep. It turned out he was very sick and we just didn't know. The illness was hidden. We spent many nights in the ICU, holding out hope that he would be alright. I remember thinking, if he wasn't, it would destroy our marriage.

ANN: That sounds like a terrible experience.

Matsuyama: When our son died, it was terrible, but it also came as a relief. At least we knew he was no longer suffering. I was depressed for months. I couldn't make any art. Every day I expected my husband to leave me. The first day I pulled myself together enough to sketch something, he said I should sketch our son sometime.

ANN: So your husband didn't leave?

Matsuyama: No. He stayed by my side. When I cried that he deserved a woman who could make him happy, who would give him healthy babies, he told me I was the strongest woman he knew, and that I'd given him the best son in the world.

ANN: Wow - would that we all meet men like that.

Matsuyama: And women. That's why, although the creature that appeared over Tokyo was very frightening to look at, when I heard her cries all I heard was suffering. I thought, that is a real creature, who wants her pain to be understood. She represents something. Perhaps she was sent to show us the harm we do when we choose not to act to help others. She shouldn't be forgotten.

ANN: So you memorialized her in this mosaic?

Matsuyama: Yes. It was the right moment, even though I had no time. I wanted to recreate her likeness using lights. I set her into a table, because I felt that putting her on a wall would be too imposing, and viewers would only remember the fear she engendered. Lying down, it would seem as if she were in a coffin, finally laid to rest. But she's lit from within, and it's the light of life, desperately clinging on till the final moment, the same as any being with a soul.

ANN: Did you ever complete the sketch of your late son?

Matsuyama: No. I never did. But I think I will soon. I want to lay him to rest in my heart.

ANN: It's interesting that when you say 'lay to rest,' you seem to mean we should remember them.

Matsuyama: Our memories make us who we are. The past is always with us. My son, that creature, they are both part of my journey, as an artist of course, but also as a person in the world. You could say my son is the light of the world and that creature is the darkness, but I hold both light and dark in me, just by existing and being human.

ANN: You added a quote to the piece that said something of that nature.

Matsuyama: Yes, from a Walt Whitman poem, 'Song of Myself.' The quote reads: "I am not the poet of goodness only, I do not decline to be the poet of wickedness also."

ANN: Maybe Whitman never expected his poem to be used in this way.

Matsuyama: That's the nature of art. It is a journey in and of itself. It fluctuates and changes to nourish the times. I hope everyone who sees my art understands that they are on a journey as well, and everything they do creates the work of art called "the future."

ANN: Thank you for your time, Matsuyama-sensei.

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Her brother was home, but her parents were not. The arrangement of shoes in the entryway said as much. Taichi was seated at the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of noodles and reading something. He looked up when the door opened and pushed his seat back.

"Hikari - you okay?" He peered at her, concerned. "Takeru didn't do something stupid, did he?"

So Takeru hadn't told her brother that she'd run off. Gratitude flooded through her. "No, of course not."

"Good." Taichi's hand rifled through his hair, the other planted on his hip, and he looked perplexed. "Then why do you look like you've been crying all day?"

Hikari walked inside and sank down on the couch. "Because I have been crying all day."

She could feel his hesitance as he wavered in the hall, trying to decide if he should press her for more. If that was still something he was allowed to do. She knew he would try. He wouldn't be Taichi if he didn't.

"You want to talk about it?" he asked, moving to sit on the arm of the couch, but he didn't relax, as if expecting her to tell him to leave her alone.

"No," she replied.

He nodded. "Okay." There was a pause. "You're sure Takeru didn't -"

"No, Oniichan."

"Okay, okay."

She sat there for a few minutes, staring blankly at the black TV screen. Soon Taichi slid off the arm into the seat beside her, allowing several inches of space between them. He didn't try to talk anymore. Didn't even get up to bring his bowl of noodles over, even though it was going to get cold.

Hikari tilted her head ever so slightly to peer at him. Dark circles ringed his eyes. She knew he hadn't been sleeping well. Something about his face looked more defined, less roundness to his jaw, starker cheekbones. Hadn't been eating much either, she guessed. It gave him an oddly grown up look. She would have to call him on losing weight from not taking care of himself, but that could wait for later. She was struck by how little he looked like their father. Everyone always said Hikari was the spitting image of her mom, so it seemed natural that Taichi should take after their dad, but though she searched she couldn't find many similarities. Taichi was just Taichi.

He gave a start when she leaned toward him and settled her head on his shoulder, but didn't say anything.

Hikari thought about many things.

How unbearable it was to feel helpless. How much she wanted everyone who cared about each other to be together, and for no one to suffer who didn't deserve it. How deeply she loved her friends. How easy it was fall apart.

Maybe all that meant was her worldview had been too delicate to begin with. A painting on a porcelain vase wouldn't stand the test of time unless handled with the best of care. The real world was too chaotic, too disordered. She could wrap her dream in newspaper, cover it in packing peanuts, tape it into a box marked "Fragile," and it would still end up in shards. She would try to put it together again, but the pieces were sharp, and she kept cutting herself on them.

She still wanted it. So, so much.

"You stay that way. You can hate me if you want," her brother had told her. Trying to put everything on his own shoulders, as usual.

"I will probably never forgive you," she'd said, and wouldn't let him. "But that's why I'll fight with you."

"Oniichan," She slipped off his shoulder, buried her face in his chest. She didn't know how she could still have more tears, but they darkened her brother's shirt as her hands hugged him tight. "I'll always fight with you."

Surprised, he didn't move for a moment, but then his arms wrapped around her the same way they always had, ever since she was small. His grip was sure, but not out of naivety. Yes, he'd lost his innocence. It wasn't coming back. But what grew in his place, she realized, was his choice. And she got the feeling he'd already decided.

"That's good to know," he murmured softly, lashes brushing her cheek, and she thought they might be wet as well. "Because I'm never going to stop fighting for you."

They held each other for a long time.

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The next day, Hikari showed up at Takeru's door with flowers and a box of chocolates. He made a funny face, looking her over.

"Flowers and chocolates? Shouldn't this be reversed?"

"Didn't know you were such a traditionalist," she joked. "But I'll eat these myself if they hurt your manly pride."

A hesitant grin spread over his face. "To hell with convention. Those are my chocolates, keep your paws off them."

It was silly, and cliche, but this was her life. She could be as silly and cliche as she wanted. She pulled his shoulders down and kissed him. It was light and quick, but he still looked flustered when they parted.

"My mom's home," he said with an unmistakable note of regret.

Hikari only nodded. "Figured. Video games and chocolates?"

The grin unfurled for real. "Yeah, that would be great."

Nothing had ended. She hadn't gotten over anything. But she felt, for the first time, that now she could accept it. It was a piece of who she was, and it would be a piece of who she became. But just who that person would be, she intended to decide for herself. Even if her path got buried under mountains of broken shards of glass, that was just a part of being Yagami Hikari.

"Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes)."

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t-lostinworlds · 5 years ago

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Leaked (Shawn Mendes)

A/N: Remember the post I made about an angst idea? And how I wanted it to hurt bad? Welp, here it is. I am so sorry in advance and nope, there won’t be any part 2 to this one. Hope you guys still like it aha x

Summary: Shawn's nude got leaked. What's the catch? He wasn't alone in it. The other catch? It wasn't with you.

Warnings: Angst, cheating, A bit dark, and typos, issa lot.

Word Count: 1.8k+

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Your grip on the device was tight, but you don't know if it was from the anger and pain, or if it was because it's the only thing you could hold on to for you not to lose yourself from the actual reality.

It was dark, horrible, and evil inside your head. But it was nothing compared to the constant stabbing you felt in your heart.

You were crying but you also wanted to laugh. Laugh at how foolish you've been to believe that you were the only one in his life. Because you definitely weren't, judging by the photos that were staring right at you, displayed on the cracked screen of your phone.

Shawn Mendes has broke the internet once again, but not for a good reason this time.

It was only two photos but it was enough to kill you from the inside out. It was just enough to murder your soul and feed the demons that have been living inside your brain.

The first one was of him, kneeling on the edge of the bed, looking straight at the camera with lust filled eyes, bottom lip caught between his teeth and a smirk that shows he was having a great time. His hair a mess with body trickled with sweat, buff, broad and completely naked in all his hard glory. It was a tasteful sight, if only it didn't have another woman's leg hooked around his waist.

The second one was of her, bend over the bed, ass cheeks in full view. You can see his pelvis along with his abs, pressed up against her skin but the one thing that makes it hurt even more was the hand, grip hard on her hips, swallow tattoo glaring at you, taunting you.

You've told yourself over and over that it was Photoshopped. A very good edit by someone who has immense talent, and to the public world, it would've been so easy to say just that. To just debunk the whole thing and say it wasn't him.

But you knew better.

You know it was real because his tattoo, yes, it was one thing but it is also very easy to fake. The girl's tattoo however, the one just on the small of her back? You knew who that belonged to. You knew who the girl was and that just makes things more inhumanly excruciating.

Another thing you tried to tell yourself was that, it was old. Taken way before you two were together, but you can easily say that, that is a lie too. It was a Polaroid photo, the time and date just on the bottom right was screaming at you. Telling you just how much of a fool you've been because it was taken just a week ago. 7 fucking days ago.

When you were in his condo, hugging his pillow and engulfed in his hoodie to help you sleep at night. While he went straight to LA, right after tour to do who knows what. Well clearly, now you know exactly what–or rather who–he was doing there.

The sound of the front door unlocking almost felt like a gun shot. It made you jump in your skin, body trembling as you braced yourself of what's to come.

"Honey I'm home!" Shawn called out, the endearment that once made your heart flutter only now made disgust crawl inside you. The words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth that you just want to hurl.

"Living room!" You managed to choke out, hands on your lap as you sit completely still, eyes on the phone making the droplets of tears gather on the screen.

Footsteps were all you're listening to, not being able to look up at the demon who now stood right in front, the sound of his keys rattling and then being placed on the counter ringing in your ears. "What's wrong?"

You let out a sarcastic laugh, head shaking in pure disbelief at him trying to pretend he has no clue what's going on. Slowly, you willed yourself to look up, tear-filled eyes staring right at him—the boy who you once trusted with your life and loved with all your heart—as you hissed.

"Cut the bullshit Shawn."

You wanted to punch that frown on his face. The sheer look of sorrow crossing his features only made you angrier because the fucking guts of him. He knew what he did. He knew so fucking well what the consequences of his actions were going to be. But he's still fucking done it now did he?

When he stayed quiet you stood up and took a step forward, turning the phone in your hand to face him, to make him see what you've been staring at for the past hour. The way he looked away was already an answer to you, eyes casted on the ground as he refuses to glance at the distasteful photos that were now out there for the world to pry on.

"Do you know whose nudes these are Shawn?" You questioned in the calmest voice you could muster, a scary contrast to the fire that's been waiting to explode inside of you.

"Of course you do. You're the one who's in them and you took them." You let out a fake laugh, your heart pounding against your chest as Shawn only said the only words he could think of.

"Honey I can explain—"

"Explain fucking what!? How you cheated on me? With none other than the girl who you said you didn't have feeling for anymore? The girl who you told me not to fucking worry about?! Then please do explain the things that I already know Shawn! Please help my stupidity!" You screamed. Your hold on the phone was getting tighter that it was starting to tear at your skin, but you felt too angry to care. The rage inside of you was working like morphine for the physical pain, but never helping to ease the emotional hurt that he was causing.

Nothing can make you feel any less hurt than one thing, one last resort, but you're stronger than that. You won't give up to the darkness in your brain. You owe that to yourself.

"I ended things with her after that night. I promise I haven't spoken to her since." Shawn was almost to his knees to beg, tears welling up his eyes but you could no longer look at him with nothing but pure disgust and betrayal. You weren't going to fall for that look anymore, you weren't going to give in to your weaknesses that composes nothing but him. You were slowly closing yourself off for the greater good, for yourself.

"That still doesn't change the fact that you fucked her while we were still together you asshole!" The words tasted vile against your tongue, speaking the words that's been in your head out loud is always too painful to the point that you just want your heart to be gone.

After all, you can't suffer from a broken heart if you don't have one.

"I know and that's the most disgusting things that I've ever done but I ended it with her. I don't want her, I only want you." It took everything in your will-power not to chuck the phone straight at him. His words were only making things worse because they were coated with lies. The words of a man who has nothing more to say because he knew he already had no fight in this. He already knows it was over the moment he shoved his dick inside another, it's just a matter of when he'll get caught.

And now he has been caught and he has no excuse left. Everything was crumbling into dust and he can do nothing more than just watch it all go down.

"Since how long?" You whispered, voice in the verge of breaking just at the thought of all the nights he's been in someone else's bed instead of yours.

"Honey please—"

"Tell me since when Shawn!" You sobbed, hands tugging at your hair as you waited for him to spit it out, to just say how long he's been betraying you after all this time.

"A couple months ago." Shawn muttered in pure defeat. The guilt inside him was spreading like a disease as he stared at the girl who gave him nothing but pure love, all broken.

You nodded solemnly, phone slipping out of your hands and landing with a thud on the floor, the sound echoing around the cold and dark place, almost serving as a symbol of the way your heart broke and was now lying lifeless on the ground, not a single beat heard from it anymore.

Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as you tried to hold back your sobs but your eyes, your eyes were enough to tell the whole world how hurt you were. The insufferable pain was clear in your orbs that no amount of pretending could hide it even in the slightest.

"I let you kiss me, fuck I let you touch me you disgusting asshole! All while your hands have touched another woman's body. How fucking dare you tell me you loved me and you go around doing this! You are evil Shawn!" You clenched your fists tight, the thought just bloodcurdling that you just want to tear out your skin, every inch that he's touched, you want nothing of it. Every trace of his lips, you just want to scrub it off of you even if it hurts, you'd bear the pain as you want nothing more than every ounce of the feeling of him gone.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. I am so so sorry." Shawn whole weight collapsed on the floor as he landed on his knees. Endless tears ran down his face as he tried to reach for you, but you avoided his touch like its poison. The fear and pain that flashed across your features at the mere sight of him wanting to be near you was a big swing at his heart.

"I'm sorry too Shawn. I'm so sorry for trusting you with my heart in the first place." The sound of utter regret in your voice was a stab to his heart. The look on your face, the raw agony and misery coating your once joyful and glowing features, was a twist of the knife.

But when he heard the front door shut followed by nothing but the eerie silence of his whole condo, that was when Shawn knew he just lost everything he could've needed and ever wanted in his life.

Because with just one leak, everything in his life was completely destroyed and there was no other person to blame but him.

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stellar-imagines · 5 years ago

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HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝Mineta’s harassment.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta ]

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki and Aizawa defending their S/O when Mineta harasses them.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ Let's be real, Midoriya is nice to everyone. He can't really say that he's close with the class's pervert but he just thinks he's a friend/classmate, nothing more, nothing less. It's usually Kaminari and Mineta who talk about girls. Unlike Kaminari who knows his limits, Mineta often takes it too far. So when Mineta and Kaminari were talking about girls, he's usually at lost, unsure of what to say and ends up just nodding to whatever they were saying.

♤ Everyone knows that Midoriya tries to solve everything with words and through communication, he rarely resorts with force and violence. Just talking about you was fine but he gets really unhappy when Mineta is talking about your boobs, ass or whatever. This boy just tells Mineta to stop treating his girlfriend like some sort of meat and respect her as a person.

♤ He gets super uncomfortable when he notices Mineta looking at your direction and giving you that look, the one akin to when a drunkard has his eyes looked on a woman. Midoriya is silently glaring at his friend and hoping that you wouldn't notice this pervert's eyes on you. He tries to ignore it but if the staring had gone for far too long, he takes it upon himself to reprimand Mineta to look somewhere else.

♤ If you're the type who can stand up for themselves, Midoriya's worries lessen. He'd still be there to make sure Mineta doesn't take things too far. However, if you're the quiet-shy type who has social anxiety 24/7, he's on full offense and defense. He makes sure to stick by your side or at least have the girls accompany you.

♤ When it does get too far, Midoriya would step in front of you, glaring at his classmate with a furious look in his eyes. He tries not to expose you to violence. But when Mineta is talking about you behind your back, he won't hesitate to hit Mineta if he touches you inappropriately. And it won't be those gentle slaps. It will be One For All 100% or Shoot Style. And viola, the filth of Class 1-A had been removed!

♤ Conclusion, he won't hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who dares to make you uncomfortable, cry or anything. And you bet he's gonna throw someone off a cliff if someone dares to hurt you.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

☆ Bakugou pretends to not pay attention to you but he actually is. To begin with, he sneaked glances at you when he thinks no one was looking and he was pretty damn good at it. This goes on until you start dating. Until one day, Kirishima spots him looking at you and all hell breaks loose.

☆ Without you noticing, Bakugou became your boyfriend and at the same time, a guard dog. He's very observant and he prefers to trail behind you a bit when walking together. But he can't escape when you want to hold hands. If someone dares to make fun of you, that person might as well just play dead because Bakugou is gonna hunt them down and make them regret saying whatever they said about you.

☆ Okay, everyone knows not to mess with Bakugou's territory you, or they will face serious consequences. It's not a rule that he established himself, that reminder is drilled into their heads the moment your relationship was revealed.

☆ So that one time Mineta decides to harass you were either before you were dating or when no one knew that you were dating yet. Whether he just talks about you or stares at you, Bakugou is already storming over and planning a murder. If he goes as far as to touch you. Guess what, Shinsou? There's a seat open for you. Welcome to 1-A.

☆ Whether Mineta is aware of your relationship or not, he won't get off the hook that easily. The girls are there to beat his ass for you if you're too shaken. Maybe it was because Bakugou never did anything when Mineta was up to no good, that the pervert thinks that doing his usual thing was not a problem. But, he was so wrong when he met Bakugou's deadly gaze. His looks can kill. The blonde didn't even have the chance to use his quirk because his looks alone were enough to make Mineta retreat.

☆ Bakugou looks freaking scary when it happens that it haunts your classmates for a long time. It will take them a long time to find something scarier than the look on Bakugou's face when someone messes with you. Stage fright? What is that? Think about this then you'll forget about that stupid fright.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

♡ Similarly to Midoriya, he chooses not to use unnecessary violence. Most of the time, he tries to talk it out. To begin with, Todoroki wasn't well acquainted with most of his classmates. He's usually chill with everything. Just like some of his classmates, he never really paid any heed to Mineta when he was talking about girls.

♡ But now that he's dating you, he's gotten more conscious of what people say. He might be a bit dense when it comes to relationships but he's learning! He's able to identify jealousy and all the weird, fluttery feelings he gets around you. But when Mineta starts talking excitedly about your features, he was able to separate the feeling fro jealousy quite easily. It was just pure disgust.

♡ Now, Todoroki doesn't really speak and only does so when it's necessary. He never said anything when the pervert is talking about the girls and all that. For starters, Mineta is a pervert who frequently lusts after and sexually harasses his female classmates, even though that's far from a hero should do. Boy gets mad when Mineta brings your name up.

♡ Todoroki opts to glare at Mineta when he talks about you, a disapproving stare sent his way. When his glaring does nothing to solve the situation, he will warn Mineta with words, telling him to stop because it's really disrespectful. He tries to stay calm and manages to do so, at least in expression-wise but deep inside, he's troubled. He doesn't like other guys talking about you like that. Sure you had the looks that attracted several men but he can't blame you.

♡ When Mineta takes it too far, to the point you were starting to get uncomfortable and bothered by his comments, Todoroki gets a bit serious, knowing how words weren't the best way to solve this. He didn't want to resort to threats but with the way you were behaving, he can't control himself. He tries to keep casualties to a minimum so he would step forward and face Mineta, glaring at him with eyes that say 'You piss me off, I will turn you into a block of ice'.

♡ Afterward, Mineta never had the guts to talk about you inappropriately. Todoroki sticks close to you from then on, not wanting anyone making you uncomfortable again.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

♧ Aizawa is seriously sick of everything. He always shows up in class looking ready to pass out at any second. His students were usually rowdy, making noise before he showed up for homeroom. There was the group of daredevils who annoyed Bakugou, Mineta screaming about something and Iida's loud voice that tried to overwhelm the crowd, barking orders to make them keep it down.

♧ You happen to be a teacher who was in charge of helping him with stuff, to put it simply, you were like an assistant of some sort. And he was so grateful that you were there to help if not, he would've been twice as tired than he is normally. He has students' homework to grade, wake up early every day, deal with his students and many other things.

♧ Let's face it, everyone is annoyed with Mineta. He was always making lewd comments about girls and in some cases, going as far as to harass them. Aizawa was rarely there to stop him but it seems like everyone in Class 1-A deal with that annoying grape pervert. Something that he's really grateful of. He trusts his students to deal with whatever problems themselves but he makes sure that they know he's there if they need help with anything.

♧ It was no surprise that you had been a target of Mineta's harassment. He drools over any women it seems. You were mature enough to handle the situation yourself but it didn't change the fact that it was annoying you. On one hand, he's very proud to see you standing up for yourself and the students. However, he's irritated at the fact that he can't just expel him on the spot.

♧ Aizawa usually looks like he doesn't care but when push comes to shove, he's not afraid to speak his mind. After all, he is known to expel students who he feels are not suited for UA, he's rigid and strict when necessary, and also has little tolerance for disobedient behavior. Doesn't hesitate to threaten Mineta when Aizawa catches him harassing anyone.

♧ He's very mature about the issue. Makes sure that you're alright before dealing with the issue—aka Mineta by disposing of him in many different ways. Ties him up and throws him into the trash, because that’s where he belongs. Takes you by the hand and cuddles ensure. And during those cuddle sessions, he reminds you not to wear any weird clothing.

♧ “Listen to me, I want to make an announcement, from today onwards, Shinsou Hitoshi will be your classmate. Don’t be annoying. Mineta? I don’t know, he dropped out or something.”

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longinglook · 5 years ago

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here’s my one big post about the episode which, spoiler alert, I hated and I will not be giffing for a while

I don’t even know where to start but I’ll try to follow what happens in the episode.

I can’t believe they thought any of this would make sense. First we have Tutor who decides that the best way to make sure Fighter understands they are over is to use his student to make him jealous?

This is so unlike Tutor, I feel like he would not be the one to use people to get back at someone. I think both Tutor and Fighter were written horribly in this episode and this is where it shows that they just needed an excuse to make Fighter mad/jealous to somehow “justify” his actions.

It blows my mind how this scene wasn’t even in the nvel, someone thought it would be a great addition and nobody was against it. I am speechless. I’m still going with my theory that the Fighter we’ve seen so far is a better version of the Fighter they were writing, because that ep. 6 deleted scene proved that the Fighter they had in mind is jealous and possessive and handsy. So I guess for them this kind of behavior makes sense, but for us it doesn’t fit with what we’ve seen of Fighter so far.

I hated every second of the scene. I don’t care if Tutor kisses back, I don’t care if Fighter stops. It’s not consensual, Tutor just laying there destroyed me, it was awful to watch and it went way too far. The struggle in the hallway was so bad, you can clearly tell Tutor is 100% not on board with whatever is going on. Fighter pushing up his shirt was insanely hard to look at, but when he went for his zipper I almost stopped watching completely. The one thing I will comment on is how Fighter stopped because of what Tutor said. He didn’t stop because he was pushed away, he didn’t stop because Tutor said “stop”, he stopped because Tutor asked him if he was satisfied enough, as if he was asking him how much further he intended to go. I think it’s interesting how that’s when Fighter snaps out of it and realizes what he’s doing.

Tutor clearly states at the start of the scene that he is not okay with it, he tries to break free of Fighter’s hold and tries to push him away. When he stops struggling it’s not because he’s okay with it. That is not consent. He stops struggling because he knows it’s pointless. It’s awful to look at the way Fighter kisses down his chest while Tutor just stays still. if you’ve seen the other episodes you know how a consenting Tutor looks like, and it is NOT like this.

I can’t believe they didn’t include a single apology there. Not once does Fighter say I’m sorry. He basically says “I did this because you made me mad” which is victim blaming and it made me so sick. This whole jealousy thing was so pointless, considering that one of the two instances where it happens was cut from the show. From now on I’m going to pretend that the episode starts with Fighter crying on the floor and telling Tutor how long he’s loved him. I am so mad at how things went, because the following conversation was actually good. The flashbacks to their first meeting were great, there were some added shots of Fighter already looking so in love, and I can’t believe it had to happen after that mess. I wish they could have just made Fighter get drunk and go beg Tutor to get back together. It could have worked much better. I can’t believe they thought going this far would be okay or interesting.

Honestly I have no clue what happens after. All I remember is that the next time they see each other they’re acting as if Fighter hadn’t just molested Tutor. A lot of people have noticed as well that there have to be some missing scenes because it makes no sense. Of course Tutor has the bl fever that solves all conflicts, he agrees to let Fighter take care of him which again very unlike Tutor, whose last words to Fighter were get out of my life.

The scene where Tutor is sick and Fighter takes care of him made me SO uncomfortable after part 1. There must have been some missing moments there because I don’t understand it at all. Also it just proves how much Fighter usually cares about consent, he asked Tutor if he was okay with him helping, and he was going to leave once he was done. How is that Fighter the same Fighter from part 1? It might be that he gets like that when he’s drunk (at Hwa’s party was Fighter drunk when he forcefully kissed Tutor? that might be it)

Anyway I know a lot of people found that scene cute but it just doesn’t work for me. Maybe with a buffer scene between the two I could have liked it more. I didn’t. Also not a fan of Fighter looking through Tutor’s phone. And I don’t even want to talk about the ab*se joke at the start of the scene. Who thought that would be a good idea after part 1? Fighter saying to a sick weak Tutor “maybe I’ll take advantage of you” after what he did right before?????????? WHAT THE FUCK.

I really really really liked the scene between Fighter and his father, the dialogue was great. I wish the rest of the episode hadn’t ruined it for me. Zee is incredible. He did such a great job. I don’t have much else to say other than this because I was just so drained.

I’m also not a big fan of Fighter showing up at the beach out of the blue, but the show really wants us to cheer for them to get back together at this point which I do but like. I want an apology which I know I’ll never get. I can’t believe this was brused off as if it was nothing.

I can’t decide if what makes me mad the most is this, how lightly this was treated, with Tor not even asking for an apology, or if it’s the fact that they thought this would be a good idea.

It adds absolutely nothing at all to their relationship dynamic. It adds nothing to the plot, it doesn’t explain anything, it’s completely useless. It’s triggering for some people, it’s disturbing and it’s treated in a way that makes it seem like it wasn’t that bad.

This is it I think, I apologize for the massive amount of typos that I’m sure will be in here but I hate rereading my writing

#meta #why r u #fightertutor

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christiana-s-random-thoughts · 5 years ago

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If I told you

Okay, before you begin reading, I’d like to say I wrote this about 5-6 years ago and later published it on ffnet.

While talking with some friends, I decided to post it here as well after I took care of some typos (there might still be some mistakes I missed, though).

It’s a songfic, using the Naruto universe and the song “If I told you” from the wedding singer.

Anyway, I hope you like it :)

oOo

Pairing: SasuHina

Italics: Thoughts

“Word “: Talks

**Word**: Lyrics

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto and If I told you is from “The wedding singer”.

OoooO

If someone ever told him that, he, Uchiha Sasuke, would be hopelessly in love with a girl one day, he would have laughed at that person’s face, after punching the daylights out of him, of course. He never believed in love, never believed someone would ever capture his heart – supposing he has one – and would melt it.

Like everyone in Konoha, he thought that he would always be that cold, ruthless and lonely soul. Guess he was wrong, like every damn villager, because she came along. She, who he now is watching from a tree outside her family house. The crabapple tree she used to escape home, a little underneath her window and with many branches heading out of the fence was now his observation place…

**Standing here underneath your window,

Searching for some kind of sign**

He wanted her to turn around, wanted her to just approach her window and see him. Then she would climb on the tree too, and flee with him. Unfortunately, that won’t be the case.

She was in front of her mirror, a blissful grin adorning her angelic face. And why wouldn’t she be smiling? After all, she is trying “that” dress… Her wedding dress…

The white garment, which was contrasting beautifully with her long raven locks, made her look like an angel.

Pale lavender eyes that he would never gaze at again; long raven locks in which he won’t run his fingers ever again, nor smell her sweet shampoo – apple scented, he recalled fondly – , a cute button nose that he liked to flick – to her great annoyance – , cute pink lips that he oh so wanted to kiss, cheeks that are always adorned with that adorable blush – even though it wasn’t caused by him at the moment – that he found really endearing, a heart-shaped face, a petite but curvaceous body… That all add to make her, Hyuuga Hinata, his best friend, the love of his life… and his guy best friend’s fiancée.

**Every move, every tiny gesture

Only proves you’re not mine**

And she’ll be married in a few days… No longer would she be Hyuuga Hinata, she will be Uzumaki Hinata. If only he just realized his feelings earlier. But if he did, what would he have done? Take her out on dates? Shower her with gifts? Buy her flowers? Pick her up from work? Be with her when she’s sick? Support her ideas no matter how crazy they are? Comfort her when she is sad? Share her happiness? Go on wild trips once in a while?

He already did all of that!! So what? Should he have told her how he felt if he knew sooner? But now, it’s too late… But God knows he would do anything for her, to have her return his love. He would go as far as stealing the moon for her – maybe like Groo did, because even though it is just a movie, miniaturizing the moon was a good idea – or buy her an island – after all, he has enough money to – but he knows she’s not someone you can buy with money, and she liked simple things.

“Oh, Hina-chan, what wouldn’t I do if only you asked me to?” he thought desperately.

**I could write you a thousand love songs,

Search the world for the perfect tune and rhyme.

But what good would it do if it seems I’m out of time**

Or maybe it’s not too late? Maybe he can still tell her? But would it change anything? After all, her wedding is in two days! And what if she hates him for that? And the dobe? He would never forgive him. And he can’t stand the idea of hurting the two people who ever loved him, accepted him, the rich orphan no one would dare approach.

No, he won’t tell her. He would keep his feelings to himself. No one would have to know. After all, he is the Uchiha Sasuke, believed to finish his life as a lonely old man. He’d just stick to everyone’s expectations.

That decided, he climbed down the tree and proceeded to go home. Maybe he’d lock himself in his house until the wedding – with beers – because, well, he is the best man, and even though it pained him to attend that fateful day, he must.

He was so absorbed in his thought that he didn’t notice the agitation around him… But then, a piercing scream snapped him to reality. He saw a kid, maybe ten years old, frozen in the middle of the road, a van way past the speed limit coming his way, and a woman – his mom maybe – rooted and screaming on the sidewalk.

Without a second thought, he rushed to the kid and pushed him out of the way; fearing the kid would knock himself on the concrete, hit his head or something. He forgot that he now is in the kid’s place. Suddenly, pain ripped through his right side, and he found himself flying. Then, his head met the solid concrete and felt numb. His vision was filled with black dots and the sound around him seemed like a low buzz.

“Am I going to die?” he mused. Then, another thought crossed his mind. “Should I have told her?” … Her, Hinata… Hinata… Hinata…

**If I told you all the words I’ve yet to say,

Would they matter or would you simply turn and walk away?**

OoooO

“Sa…suke”

“That voice!”

“Sa…suke!” the voice called again.

That soft voice! He knew it! He knew it, he was sure! But whose?

“Sasuke!!” the voice softly cried.

“Hinata!! Hinata is calling me!!” . He forced his eyes open and saw her… Still clad in her wedding dress. So beautiful and… Is that blood? Is she hurt? Why is she crying?

He tried to stand up but found out he couldn’t. Then, he remembered the van, the kid, flying…

“Hi…hinata” he whispered feebly.

“Sasuke! Sasuke! Don’t you dare die on me! An ambulance is on its way!” she exclaimed.

“Hina…” he attempted again. If it was his last day, his last time on earth, he would tell her… Even if it would mean he was giving his last breath.

Gathering his strength, he whispered “I… I… love… you”. He saw her eyes widen and then, he was engulfed in a total darkness, not knowing what she thinks of his last sentence.

**If I hold you, will you tell me I should go?

Do I chance it or would it just be better not to know**

OoooO

Hinata was in front of her mirror, admiring her beautiful dress. It had taken her, Sakura, Ino, Tenten and Hanabi four days to find it. The perfect dress. The top is constituted of spaghetti straps, a sweetheart neckline and a figure hugging tube top. The bottom blooms like a princess ball gown, puffy and adorned with lace.

She couldn’t help but feel gorgeous. After all, it was what she wanted since she was barely a kindergartener! She was so dazzled by the blond, energetic and sunny kid that was Uzumaki Naruto. He was outspoken, loud and determined to become something great, all that she was not. So she had been easily pulled by his bubbly personality. And in just two days, she’ll rightfully be his wife, like she’d dreamed all along.

**Who’s that girl with a perfect future?

Her reflection says it all**

Yeah, Uzumaki Hinata. That sounds right, ne? She’d be with him for the rest of her life. She can already see it from here. Every day would be filled with laughter, hope and sunshine. And the kids! Will they be as energetic as him? Or as calm as her? She doesn’t know… and she kind of didn’t want to know that yet.

Just like she hoped the wedding day wouldn’t approach that fast. Because she was scared! But what bride-to-be wouldn’t? A marriage is a drastic change, and Hinata doesn’t really like change. Is she ready for that? Is she capable of handling her own family? What if she doesn’t make a good wife? Is it too soon? And what if something doesn’t go well? Like the band canceling last minute, the rain suddenly falling when they planned for an outdoor wedding, the flowers attracting bees and all?

**Trying hard to pretend she’s eager,

Searching for some way to stall**

But… Is she really scared of the change? Or was it the fact that it’s not him? Him, her best friend since middle school. No! What is she thinking? Of course she loves Naruto and is just afraid of something not going as planned on the wedding. That’s it!

“Yeah, keep telling that to yourself” her conscience said to her. “He’s not the one you’re in love with. You really love him, that’s for sure, but just in a brotherly way”

But the wedding is only in two days! She can’t get cold feet now, right? Even though she loved Sasuke… Him and no one else. She did for the longest time but she just ignored that feeling, fearing what he would do if he ever found out she is just another fangirl… Well, she’s not a fan but she has feelings for him so that makes her a fangirl by his standard. That’s why she stuck as his best friend… Even though she took every time they hang out as dates, cherished all the little gifts he gave her since middle high, pressed every flower he gave her and kept them in her diary, let him pick her from work, she always kept her feelings from him… And everyone else, for that matter. He always was there for her, in sickness, in health, in sadness and in happiness, making her love him even more…

**So unsure of the road she’s chosen,

Faced with feelings her heart should not allow**

But she’s getting married. Everything was already organized and ready. The dress, the venue, the guests, the caterer, the food, and even the honeymoon were already set. She just can’t turn back now, right? Everyone would be disappointed in her… Her dad, her sister, Naruto… But she can’t… She doesn’t have enough courage to go through it…

**One thing’s certain it seems that she just can’t turn back now.

If she can, tell her how**

Suddenly, her door flew open and Hanabi rushed in, panicked and panting heavily.

“Hinata!” She took a huge breath. “It’s Sasuke”.

“What? Here?”

Hanabi took one more deep breath before blurting “He got hit by a van down the street! He’s calling you.”

Hinata’s blood turned cold and her face became livid.

“Hinata! Hurry!”

Hanabi’s voice shook her out of her stupor and she dashed outside, her little sister hot on her heels.

She just can’t believe it! What if he …? No! She can’t think like that! She can’t!

She ran to the gathering and saw him there, lying on the concrete, in a pool of blood. She made her way through the throng of people, ignoring their bewildered look upon seeing her dress and kneeled beside him. He seemed like he was dead but she heard his slow breathing, becoming more and more light every second.

“Sasuke!”

Nothing.

“Sasuke!”

Still nothing.

“Sasuke!”

Still no response.

“Please, please, wake up! I need to tell you something!”

She decided then and there that if he ever woke up, she would tell him how she feels. But what if he rejects her? Could she live with that?

“Idiot! Now is not the time to think of that!” she admonished herself.

“Sasuke!”

Her tears finally began to pour down her face like a waterfall.

His eyes fluttered open.

“Hi…Hinata”

Even though it was just a whisper, she heard him and was a little relieved.

“Sasuke! Sasuke! Don’t you dare die on me!”

A siren blared from some blocks down, causing her to feel even more relieved.

“An ambulance is on its way!”

“ Hina” he whispered again, causing her to look at him. He closed his eyes, making her panic raise to full level again. “I… I…”

Why is he still trying to talk?! He’ll only weaken himself!! But she didn’t have the force to speak.

“…love… you.”

What?! Her eyes widened! Did she hear him right? She was too stunned to say anything. But then, his eyes closed.

“NO! no no no, please, please, don’t die…”

Suddenly, medics circled his body and she felt someone trying to make her stand up. They rushed him inside the ambulance and she escaped whoever it was helping her up to join him.

“Are you a family member?” A medic asked.

“I’m his fiancée” she lied.

A look of pity crossed the medic’s face as he said “Ok, hop in.”

**If I told you all the words I’ve yet to say,

Would they matter or would you simply turn and walk away?**

OoooO

Four hours later, she was still in the lobby, near the ER. People gave her pitiful looks – assuming from her red stained wedding dress that it was her husband who was being operated – but she paid it no heed. Hanabi had been there to comfort her but gave up after getting no reaction whatsoever from her sister who was frozen on a seat.

“Hinata!” Naruto exclaimed as he ran to her, forgetting he should keep his volume low. He hugged her and she finally woke up from her trance.

“He…He…” she said between tears.

“He’s gonna be okay Hina” he tried to reassure her. He then looked at her clothes and was shocked. She was wearing her wedding dress! And she was so beautiful!

But it was stained with huge, red splotches of blood. His eyes widened as his gaze took in her entire appearance.

Hinata saw him watch her and followed his gaze.

“Oh my God! Naruto! I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed when she finally registered the fact that she ruined her dress.

“Don’t worry Hina! It’s just a dress. You can have a new one,” he said. He looked her straight in the eyes, blue eyes so intense she could swear he saw right into her soul. Then, he sighed. “But you won’t need it right?” he continued sadly.

“Wh-what do you mean?” she confusedly asked.

“You do love him Hina…”

“How?”

“I guess I knew it all along but I selfishly ignored it.” His tone was so sad her heart broke for him. “He does love you too, you know? But you guys were never doing anything about it so I took my chance… I was kinda worried that if you two ever hooked up, you would forget about me.”

She hugged him as hard as she could, as if her life depended on it, as if she could take all his pain if she held him strong enough.

“I’m going to cancel the wedding” he finally said after a long time, “and then, I’ll come back here. Hana-chan is already getting you some clothes.”

He got up. “I’ll be back soon, Hina! And don’t worry! That teme is a fighter! He won’t die that easily, believe it!”

He gave her one of his trademark grin and she found herself more hopeful.

OoooO

Seventeen months later.

It was now seventeen months since that fateful night. Seventeen months during which Sasuke had been in coma. Seventeen months Hinata came in the hospital daily. Seventeen months since she lived on autopilot: getting up, getting ready and heading for the hospital, staying with Sasuke till the visiting hours were over, going home and sleeping.

These seventeen months had been hell for her, beginning with her family’s disappointed remarks – silenced by Hanabi and Naruto – due to the canceling of her wedding, to hoping every day that he would wake up and finding him still unconscious, and ending with the doctors trying to convince her to debranch him since the last two months.

But she refused and still got to his room because she had faith in him. She knew he would someday wake up.

“Sasuke” she began, like every day. “ Why didn’t I tell you sooner?”

She took his hand.

“Now, I feel guilty for hiding that from you…”

Silence.

“Please, wake up”

Still nothing.

“Well, Tenten-chan and Neji-niichan are heading home today with little Haruka. The doctor said she and the baby are well and strong enough now… Hana-chan and Naruto-kun are on their first date too today. I’m really happy for them. They really deserve each other.” She told his unmoving form, smiling slightly.

“Oh Sasuke! Can you please wake up?” she pleaded, her hands clasping his, her eyes tearing. “I… I need you… I love you! I love you Sasuke!”

She cried some more and fell asleep.

OoooO

She was suddenly woken up by nurses and doctors barging into his room.

“Uh? What…?” she began to ask but was ushered outside by a nurse before she could form a coherent sentence.

“Stay there dear” she said firmly and closed the door.

Hinata sat herself on a nearby chair and waited. “What just happened? Is he okay? Is he waking up? Or is he… Is he…? No! I can’t think that way! I have to stay positive! Positive, girl!”

OoooO

After nearly an hour, all the nurses and the two doctors came out. One of them walked to her.

“Miss Hyuuga? He’s stable and conscious.”

“He woke up?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes, he did. You can see him if you want but don’t let him tire himself. Also, we still have to run some tests to see if his cerebral activities are okay or if he has amnesia, like many people undergoing such long coma do.”

“You mean, he can forget everything?”

“Not entirely everything. Maybe some period of his life, some people or some feelings… but for now, we’re not sure as he seems to remember his identity. Now, I won’t take more of your time because you must be dying to see him. But please, be cautious.”

And then, the doctor was gone.

She entered his room.

“Hey” she hesitantly said. Will he recognize her?

“Hey Hina” he replied, smiling slightly.

It was all she needed to run and hug him, as much as she could with all the wires still attached to him.

“Oh Sasuke! You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to see you awake again!”

Her tears began to flood again.

“Hina! Don’t – don’t cry! I’m alright! See?” he reassured her while returning her hug.

After a long – really really long – hug, he asked “So, where’s the dobe?”

“Uh, he’s on a date…”

“A date?” he interrupted her. “That idiot is on a date when he has an adorable and loving wife like you?! That idiot! I’m going to kill him!!”

He was already beginning to plan many ways to torture then kill that blonde friend of his when he heard her crystalline laughter. She was… laughing?

“Uh? What did I miss?” he asked her.

“Sasuke, Naruto-kun and I are not married. We canceled the wedding.”

“But… But you love each other!”

Then, a huge blank followed.

Hinata’s heart thumped loudly. Should she tell him? Of course she should! But what if he doesn’t return her feelings?

“He already confessed, right?” her conscience reminded her.

“Yeah, but what if he forgot about it? Something to do with post-traumatic stress or something like that?” she argued back.

“Idiot! Just tell him you love him! After all, you wanted to. You promised yourself you would confess when he woke up. Now, he did so woman up and do it!”

“No, Sasuke. Actually, I…”

**If I hold you, will you tell me I should go?

Do I chance it or would it just be better not to know?**

OoooO

“She doesn’t love the dobe anymore? Wow, does it mean I still have a chance? Or does it mean she already has someone else?”

“Do you have someone else Hina?”

“How would I say it? I don’t know?”

“You don’t know?” He asked, clearly confused.

“No, I don’t have anyone else… but…”

“Yes, oh God, thank you! Thank you! I can tell her freely now!” he thought.

“I love you” they both blurted at the same time.

Huuuge blank.

Then, when they realized what they heard, they both chuckled and resumed their hug.

“Hey, Hime” Sasuke called.

“Yes?” she looked up.

Then he kissed her. Hinata immediately returned his kiss, barely registering the sound of the heart rate monitor becoming louder.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time.” He said when they finally broke the kiss to take a breath.

“Well, you then have a long time to make up for.” She teasingly replied before they kissed again, catching up the lost time.

**Would it just be better not to know?**

#fanfic #songfic #if i told you #naruto #sasuke #hinata #hinata hyuga #sasuhina

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moonmoon2102 · 4 years ago

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Double Trouble [Call of the Moon; Werewolf AU]

Uh... hello? Hi, yes... it’s me. I hope you are well!

Since I’m still incredibly stuck on the post-apocalyptic AU Pt 3 (I’m sorry!)... I’ll share this.

This is part of the werewolf AU; again, it’s NOT an omegaverse.

Please do ignore possible grammar mistakes and typos.

Before jumping into this, I also would like to say: A huge thank you to all the amazing people who read, liked and reblogged my previous story entries, it really means a lot! You guys are awesome!!

With that said: Happy reading :) Stay healthy, guys!

Having identical twins meant being twice as cautious. Wheein had to learn that the hard way.

She still recalled the day she baked a cake for Hyejin's birthday, leaving Jiwon sitting in her high chair next to the table the sweet treat was placed, waiting to be iced. That's when she heard Jiyeon cry out from the living room. It did cross her mind to take Jiwon along but she thought I’ll just quickly check on her sister, it's not like anything's gonna happen.

How wrong she's been. She was only a minute, coming back to the kitchen with Jiwon's face, hands and t-shirt covered in pink icing, the bowl tipped over and most of the buttercream spread onto the table with tiny hand prints embedded.

To this day, Wheein couldn't help but feel like as if their kids had planned this, that Jiyeon had acted as a decoy of some sort. Of course she knew it was silly as they were only babies but the werewolf liked to think that way to not have to admit she should've known better than to leave one of her kids alone with a bowl of icing next to her.

Wheein chuckled to herself as she thought about it while she stirred soup she was preparing for her sick wife. It was quite rare Hyejin would come down with the flu but when she did, it hit her hard.

While the soup simmered, the werewolf looked at her daughters who sat on the kitchen floor, playing with the wooden toy vegetables that were held together by velcro to create the illusion the kids chopped the vegetables into chunks with their tiny toy knife.

Wheein watched as Jiyeon threw the chunks into a pot while Jiwon picked up a measuring cup, pretending to pour water in, evident by how she imitated the sound water made being poured into a container. Jiyeon proceeded to stir, holding up the spoon to her sister who faked trying it, letting out a drawn out hum. Jiyeon clapped and laughed gleefully, slowly pushing herself up to her feet before picking up the pot.

"Mama!" she squealed as she wobbled over, holding up the toy pot.

"Oh? What's this?" Wheein asked as she squatted down to be at eye level with her child.

"Soup! Mommy sick! Soup make better!" "You guys made soup for mommy too?"

The twins both eagerly nodded.

"Awww, that's very sweet of you."

"Mama try!" Jiwon joined them with a spoon and scooped up some of the imaginary soup, holding it towards Wheein's lips. Being a good mother to their kids, Wheein played along and acted as if she took a sip.

"Mmmm, that is one good soup! I'm sure your mommy will feel better in no time!" "Give mommy soup?" Jiwon asked, her brown eyes sparkled in expectation.

"Of course, sweetheart. I'll give her the soup," the werewolf replied, carefully taking the pot Jiyeon held up to her, pretending to not spill anything as she placed it onto the tray.

A little while later Wheein arranged a bowl of hot soup along with a steaming cup of tea and a glass of water on the tray. Just as she wrapped her fingers around the handles, Jiwon's high pitched squeal startled her and hurt her finely tuned ears. It didn't take long until the one the voice belonged to came running into the kitchen, bumping into Wheein's legs.

"Jung Jiwon! What did mommy and I say about running in the house?" The kid looked up at her with those big eyes that usually managed to make both of them cave in and Wheein found it incredibly hard not to but she had to remain stern.

"Mama! Jiyeon chase me!"

"Yes, but what did we say about that?"

"No no?"

"Exactly! No running in the house!" Wheein said, lifting her head as she noticed movement from the kitchen alcove, "the same thing applies to you, Jiyeon! No running!"

Jiwon's twin sister peeked around the corner, giving a soft nod. "Good. Now please clean up your toys. I'm gonna take this to mommy and we'll be eating right after. If you manage to put your toys away before I come back, each of you gets a cookie for dessert, okay?"

"COOKIE!" the twins exclaimed in unison, "now cookie?"

"No," Wheein said, trying hard to ignore the cute pouts the twins put on, "you'll get the cookie if you clean up your toys and after lunch." With that Wheein picked up the tray and went upstairs to take care of her sick wife.

The twins looked after their mother and turned towards each other, both with a frown on their faces. "Cookie no no?" Jiwon asked her sister who shrugged, pointing at their toys. "Clean."

The twin sisters proceeded to clear the floor of their toys just like their mother had told them to. Once they were done they patiently waited for Wheein to return. Seconds ticked by and there was still no sight of their mom.

"Where mama?" Jiwon blurted out, the by five minutes younger one jutted her bottom lip out, tears began to well up in her eyes. Upon seeing this Jiyeon immediately came to her side and patted her shoulder before she placed a wet kiss onto her twin sister's cheek. "Ji no cry!" "But... but... cookie." "Get cookie!" "How?" Jiyeon puckered her lips, putting her index and middle finger against her forehead as she tried to think hard. "Ji! Idea! Help!"

Jiwon watched her sister with big eyes as she waddled over to a chair, slowly starting to push the piece of furniture towards the kitchen aisle. The younger of the two caught on and rushed to help. Once the chair was positioned how Jiyeon envisioned it, the little girl tried her best to climb up; when she struggled Jiwon came to her aid and gave her a push which helped Jiyeon to pull herself up.

The older of the two let her eyes wander over the kitchen aisle, face lighting up once she spotted the jar of cookies. Jiyeon stretched as far as she could, her tiny hands almost wrapping around the glass. When she couldn't reach it she looked down at her sister. "Ji! Push chair!"

Jiwon nodded eagerly, "Ji hold. Not fall!" When Jiwon made sure Jiyeon held onto the back lean of the chair, the tiny girl used all her might to push their makeshift ladder closer to the aisle. "Good?" Jiyeon tried again and let out a happy squeal as she was able to grab the container with the sweet treats. Holding it close to her chest, she let herself fall onto her butt before passing the cookie jar down to her twin.

Both kids sat down on the floor, giggling to each other as they lifted the jar's cover, helping themselves with the delicious treat they've worked so hard for. "Mmm, cookie," Jiwon hummed, "thank you, Ji." "Welcome!"

The twins were munching on their second cookie when Wheein came back downstairs.

"Jiwon! Jiyeon! Mommy said your soup was delicious and she feels better alread---" The werewolf stopped dead in her tracks, jaw dropping as her eyes wandered from her kids to the chair, over the kitchen isle and back to the twins again; “you've got to be kidding me..."

"Mama!” the twins squealed at the same time, both held up a cookie, "want too?"

And that’s it for this one. I’m seriously not good at writing baby/toddler speech so please bear with me on that particular matter;

Other than that, there’s not much left to say besides: You! Yes, you! Thank you very much for taking the time to read this :) I really appreciate that

#wheesa #jung wheein #ahn hyejin #wheein #hwasa #mamamoo #werewolf au #TWINS #writing #story #fanfiction

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greekowl87 · 5 years ago

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Fic: Weight of the World

A/N: I wrote this within a day with very little editing. I guess bad anxiety and insomnia make great muses for writing. Sorry for any typos. No beta as I rushed to write this. Post IWTB before the separation in season 10. P.S. Smutish if not smutlight. Just a heads up.

Scully was not one to let her anxiety or nerves show.

As a child, she kept her emotions inward and was a private person. In college and med school, she kept her head down to excel at the top of her class. At the FBI academy, she stood head to head with her male cohort and continued to excel with her own merits. At Quantico, no one questioned Dr. Scully. It wasn’t until Mulder that something changed in her. At first, she tried to show him that she was no spy and she was more than capable. But things evolved and shifted and she was his equal. She was simply Scully and she found her emotional armor chinked away over the years. She could finally be herself with him. Years in the field battling alien conspiracies, years on the run, and years living together had not changed them. So she thought.

Ever since Mulder regained his freedom after they helped the FBI, Scully began to see him less and less. A part of her was happy that he was no longer a prisoner but another part of her envied him. It was as if him being a fugitive was the only thing that kept him from running off and forgetting about her.

There it was. That feeling of being left behind. That anxiety that had been growing over the past month that she was struggling to keep hidden away. It gnawed at her and ached like an insufferable pain that could not be cured. She found herself waking more and more in the night. Mulder’s insomnia had somehow transmitted to her once he regained his freedom and she began to feel trapped. Work no longer held the same enjoyment it once did. She started to come back to an empty home with Mulder finally chasing down leads and meeting the contacts from his MUFON forums in person down in Richmond.

When Scully was first assigned to be his partner, it took months to keep him from running off without her. Now, sixteen years later, it was happening all over again.

Despite all this, everything imploded after tonight. She came home to an empty house that evening after a disastrous dinner at her mother’s house. Bill announced in anger over Tara shouting at him, Matthew trying to hush his younger siblings, that Bill was being transferred to Germany to get away from all the family BS. His words, not hers. Charlie and his wife were shouting right back. Maggie Scully caught hopelessly in the middle trying to placate her feuding sons. And that left Dana Scully, somehow silently caught up in the family fight, alone (because Mulder was elsewhere), listening to the random barb dropped in regards to her life choices. Her mother watched helplessly as her sons and their families left in a whirlwind and the sad smile Maggie Scully gave her remaining daughter, wishing her a good evening and not to worry. That night just made her feel even more alone.

By the time she drove back to Virginia, Mulder’s truck was still missing in the driveway. Their house was eerily silent. And that was what caused the dam to break. The ache in her chest, the anxiety that made her want to claw at her skin, came out with silent tears.

She climbed the old wooden steps, the third step from the top creaking loudly, as she ascended to disappear into their bedroom. She thought about maybe taking a bath but decided it was too much effort. Instead, she changed into a large t-shirt and soft cotton pajama pants and crawled into their bed. Scully pulled a frayed cotton quilt around her like a cocoon and just let herself cry.

A physician in the 18th century would have diagnosed her was pangs in the chest. Pangs. Suffering. To be sorrowful. Was she said.? Or was it the anxiety? She balled her fists, her nails digging into the palms of her hands, as she tried to force herself to breathe. This was not something Dana Scully did. Her rational mind recognized the signs of an anxiety attack but she was also angry and hurt. Why did she feel this way? What the hell was causing it? She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, her heart drumming in her ears, and counted silently to four. She tried to ease her breath out slowly but it came out too quickly.

She couldn’t breathe. In a last-ditch effort, she hugged a pillow to her chest and willed herself to steady her breath. This didn’t happen to her. She didn’t panic. She didn’t have anxiety. She was stronger than that.

When she opened her eyes, Scully didn’t know how much time had passed when she heard the downstairs door slam shut and Mulder’s voice calling for her. Did she fall asleep? How much time had passed? Was it already night?

Scully willed herself to move, to get out of bed, and pretend everything was a-okay. That’s what Mulder expected. That is what the rest of the world expected. But her body rebelled and she stayed right in bed. She could hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. That loud third step from the top sounded like an alarm.

Panic.

Fear.

Pretend you're asleep, she thought.

“Scully?” His voice was soft. “You awake?” She didn’t respond, trying to keep the ruse going. But something must’ve given it away. “Scully, have you been crying?” Another pause. “I know you aren’t asleep.”

“Fine,” she muttered, twisting her back to him.

“That doesn’t sound like your regular fine. How was your mother’s?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Typically that was enough and he would leave her alone but not this time. She felt the bed dip and he sat on his side so he could look at her. Scully huffed and turned her back to him so she faced the window. “You’re cute when you are angry but it’s painful to see you hurting.”

“I’m not hurting.”

“You know, once upon a time, I used to a profiler at the FBI and they used to pay me to do this work,” Mulder joked.

“Stop profiling me then.”

“It was a joke. Scully, look at me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Mulder traced her cheek and she closed her eyes, feeling fresh tears. He gently peeled back the blanket and traced her arm. “Nothing’s wrong.” She bawled her fist again in frustration. “Mulder, please. I’m fine.”

He ignored her and pried open her fist to take her hand. Like a small child, she tried to pull away. “This isn’t you,” he whispered. “Scully, what is it? Tell me what’s wrong.”

She shook her head defiantly. He took a deep breath and curled up behind her and drew the old quilt she had been using around them. “We don’t have to talk if you don’t want to,” he whispered. “We can just lay here.”

At that moment, whether it was just the sensation of Mulder surrounding her, not being alone, or both, she cried harder. He pressed his hand to her chest over her heart. “I’m here. Scully, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me. What happened at your mother’s tonight? Is it work? Is it something else? More than once you pulled me together, let me return the favor, but I can’t if you don’t tell me.”

One of the longest minutes of her life passed before she answered. “No, I’m not okay, Mulder.”

“Tell me.”

“Work. My family. Us. Me. Everything.”

She wished the bed would open up to a hole to China so that she could fall into it. Maybe from China, she could travel to Australia and live a different life. “Everything,” he repeated.

“Everything.”

He took a deep breath and her anxiety dissipated slightly feeling him around her, safe and secure. “Well,” he sighed. “Let’s begin with your mother’s dinner.”

She laughed bitterly. “A clusterfuck. I don’t even remember what the argument was about. Charlie and his wife stormed off. Bill started yelling as Tara stood by terrified. He’s getting transferred to Germany. And me? It was like I didn’t even exist.”

He nuzzled behind her ear. “I don’t know about that but I’m sure it’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t think so,” she whispered.

“That doesn’t sound like you.”

“I don’t know anymore, Mulder.”

“Okay. What about work?”

She shrugged weakly. “Okay. The thing I have avoided: us.”

“It’s nothing, Mulder.”

“It’s something to cause whatever this is,” he whispered.

In the silence, they lay together. Scully closed her eyes trying to memorize the sensations of being held by him and just feeling safe for a moment. “Do you remember at the beginning of our partnership? When you tried to always run off without me?”

“I didn’t trust you then,” he whispered. “But yes, I remember.”

“It feels like that again.”

Scully’s confession striked him as odd. He rubbed her arms and kissed her again. “What do you mean?”

“It sounds selfish.”

“Try me.”

She shifted and turned to face him. “When you were home,” she started, “well, still a fugitive...I always knew you would be here. Maybe I am being selfish but I miss knowing you are going to be here when I get home. When I come home, the house is empty. Lonely. We talk but we don’t talk. Does that make sense? It feels like we are living two separate lives. You are running off without me.”

“I thought you wanted to keep the darkness out of our life.”

“Not at the expense of losing you, Mulder.”

He closed his eyes and bent his forehead to rest against hers. “If I could take away this anxiety and pain that you have, I would in a heartbeat. You aren’t going to lose me. It’s going to be okay. You have to trust me.”

“You know what I miss most of all, Mulder? This. Just this moment with us.” She sighed as if a great pain had been relieved as he began to run his hand up and down her arm, over her face, and then under her shirt. She closed her eyes. “At the end of the day, it’s just us against the world.”

“Hasn’t it always been like that, Scully?” He rolled her gently onto her back and kissed her gently. “You’re starting to relax.”

She closed her eyes despite herself. “You were always the best drug. But this feels like a band-aid at best. I’m still scared. I am worried.”

“Don’t be. We have a life together.”

“Do we?” She opened her eyes and blinked lazily. “Mulder?”

“It seems we both need a reminder.”

Scully relished his touch as he pulled her shirt above her head and began to kiss her breast bone. She relaxed into the pillows and closed her eyes praying that nothing would take him again from her. The anxiety she had festering for the past month vanished under his lips and she shivered. “Mulder,” she murmured.

Her fingers raked through his hair slowly as he found her lips again and, unrushed, enjoyed his ministrations. This was something that a couple did after many years of being together. Unrushed and unhurried, they relished their closeness. For once, their unspoken communication reigned supreme and she pushed against him. Scully felt her anxiety falling away.

“This isn’t a band-aid,” he whispered between kisses. “This is real.” His hand snaked downwards and she became jelly under him. “All this is real. If the world feels like it is shattering around us, we’ll still have us, Scully.”

Scully found it odd that her body felt so ready after so little. Her anxiety must've run her down to nothing. “Shirt off,” she ordered softly.

He arched his bag as she tore off his shirt with practiced ease. Skin against skin, they sighed in contentment. “All or nothing, Scully.”

What an odd turn of events, she thought. A simple reunion of their bodies and spirits and all was well. Was that how it worked? As she let her thoughts drift, Mulder stripped away the remains of their clothes. With a few quick strokes, he entered and joined her. Any doubt and anxiety Scully had left evaporated in a fiery death as she hugged him close and wrapped her legs around his waist. It did not take much as both cried out in unison and sheer emotion ebbed away. He held her close and continued to kiss her leisurely. “You don’t have to be Atlas, Scully. Let me be your Heracles and carry the weight of the world for a while.”

Scully smiled. She let her anxiety go and decided, yet again, to just enjoy the moment. It may be just a band-aid but Mulder was the best drug. “Love you,” she whispered sleepily.

“We’ll be okay, Scully. Just you see.”

Mulder’s voice was heavy with sleep. Emotionally exhausted, she let herself forget and sleep as he kissed her lovingly and whispered they were forever.

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