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Friends to Lovers | Larry Fanfic Recs

Hiding Place by alivingfire | 365k | Explicit

Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.

From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe. Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis to give them a chance.

Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide.

And Then a Bit by infinitelymint | 158k | Explicit

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts.

(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

Wild Love by purpledaisy | 130k | Explicit

“Good,” Julia says, clearly pleased to have them both uncomfortable and unable to look at each other. “Now, I only have one more question before you can go. What are you planning to do when this experiment ruins your friendship?”

“We said we’d stay friends no matter what,” Harry says smoothly, his chin lifting in defense.

“That was our one thing going into it,” Louis agrees. “Stay friends no matter what.”

Julia raises a perfectly manicured brow, “That’s all fine and good. But I hope you realize your emotions aren’t going to realize this is an experiment in the end. If one of you falls for the other and finds out those feelings are not reciprocated, you’re not going to be able to laugh it off as a social experiment. I’m not saying you shouldn’t do this, I’m just hoping you’ve considered all of the possible outcomes.”

- AU: Two best friends try to date each other for forty days. It's supposed to be fun until emotions make it complicated.

California Sold by isthatyoularry | 123k | Mature

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore | 113k | Mature

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Like a Bullet in the Dark by Vurdoc | 99k | Explicit

Prince Harold Edward Styles Lancaster is second in line to the throne of Great Britain. He is also your average Uni student- or he tries to be, anyway.

With a promise from the press (and his father) that they'll leave him alone for four years, he sets out to be a student at Cambridge, when he meets his very normal, very working class, very handsome suite-mate, Louis Tomlinson.

Louis makes Harry feel more like a person than he ever has before, which might cause some issues later on- 'cause Harry has a secret that he's only told his sister Gemma about.

Little does he know though, that Louis has some secrets of his own.

A Will & Kate Au- with a twist.

Christmas-ing With You by dolce_piccante | 65k | Mature

Two writers from Loving Heart Television, the premiere network for holiday romance films, find that, sometimes, love is not only in their works of fiction.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor | 46k | Mature

A uni AU in which Louis has been Harry’s best friend since he offered him cubed fruit on the playground, and they spend more time cuddling in their dorm beds than they do apart, but it’s not like that. Or is it?

Aka Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

if the sun don't shine by falsegoodnight | 36k | Explicit

Louis finds himself struck frozen, fingers stuck in place where he’s flattened them against the cold railing. It takes every bit of his remaining strength to pull them away, sliding them under his shirt and pressing them to his stomach to leech some of the warmth. He hardly pays attention to the bite of the wind and air on his shivering body. He can only pay attention to the music.

The music that is undoubtedly new to Louis’ ears, yet listening to it is the most familiar thing Louis has ever experienced. An inexplicable rush of emotions flood his mind and body, rendering him speechless and hollow. It’s a call of loneliness. It rings of everything Louis’ been feeling.

And the pure yearning - the intense longing for something and someone - tears through straight to Louis’ heart. The desperation feels all too intimate, all too real. It makes Louis think of what he yearns for more than anything. It makes him think of his soulmate.

In a world where you meet your soulmates in dreams, Louis has spent the last three years going to bed hoping to finally meet his, only to end up disappointed time and time again. It all changes with a violin.

From the Start by allwaswell16 | 32k | Explicit

Louis has no idea that one act of kindness will cause his life to spiral out of control. But that's what happens when his new friend fake proposes to him and a video of it goes viral.

Barefoot in Blue Jeans by indiaalphawhiskey | 24k | Explicit

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

475. The hope that this fear is unfounded.

In Dreams by dolce_piccante | 23k | Mature

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

You're Writing Verses About Me by Rearviewdreamer | 23k | Teen And Up Audiences

Everybody knows that Louis has never been one for serious boyfriends. His reputation around campus precedes him, which is why he doesn't think twice before proudly telling his mother about his new and completely fabricated relationship with his oddly quiet and completely

And I Will Hold On To You by darkmarkburning, staybeautiful | 23k | Mature

“I can’t believe my best friend is about to be Prime Minister of Canada,” Harry whispered in his ear, his arms tight around Louis’ shoulders. “Who decided it was a good idea to let some brash kid from Doncaster run a country?”

“I don’t know,” Louis laughed into his shoulder, “but if you promise not to tell them they’ve made a mistake I’ll give you a posh office.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Tomlinson.” Harry pulled away and smacked a kiss onto Louis’ cheek. “I’m proud of you, Lou, I can’t fucking believe it, but I’m proud of you.”

or Louis has just been elected Prime Minister of Canada and Harry is his best friend since childhood.

the way the storms blow by rbbsbb | 21k | Explicit

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

Autumn At My Window by TheCellarDoor | 20k | Mature

A canon-compliant AU, in which Harry and Louis are both in the band and have been sharing flats and hotel rooms for nearly five years, but never made the leap past 'friends who are too close for comfort'.

Featuring a lot of pining, Louis' addiction to Harry's scent, and a whole lot of sexual tension that might just snap loose when they decide to spend some time together all on their own.

The Sex Methods by Alice_Novelland | 19k | Explicit

Harry and Louis explore alternative methods aka sex methods to help each other out.

once bitten and twice shy by pinkcords | 19k | Mature

This time as his stomach rolls, there’s no doubt about it. He’s going to vomit. And if he does, it’ll be on Louis’ shoes, a nice little parting gift to go with the embarrassment he’s caused the both of them. “I’m gonna throw up,” he says just as Louis turns to look at him, blue eyes swimming with shock and confusion, and asks, “Is that true?”

Or, in a rush of bravery only senior year can bring, Harry confesses his feelings in a letter to his neighbor and best friend, Louis, only for the entire school to hear it and laugh him out of their small town in Wisconsin. Ten years later, Harry's a successful lawyer at Columbia Records, coming home for Christmas for the first time since he departed for college. He plans to work his way through the trip, eat his mom's cooking, and avoid everyone from his past for as long as possible. The only problem is best laid plans hardly ever go as intended.

Oblivious by Speechless | 19k | Explicit

"You say it's nothing serious after you've been obsessing over it for months," Liam observes, pausing their videogame. "But now you barely talk about it-" "You guys fucking ignore me whenever I try!" Louis shouts, bumping his shoulder against Liam's and hurting himself in the process. "You're postponing sex, when it's obvious that Luke's up for it at this point." Liam ignores him. "For some reason you've left Harry in the dark about it-" "What?!" Louis snaps, banging his controller against the coffee table. "I have not!" "And no matter how blatant it is, no matter how fucking ridiculous you both get when it comes to it-" "Shut your hole." Louis urges, pinching his thigh, as soon as Harry enters the room. "Shush."

* Where Louis gets a little crush on Luke and for some reason Harry starts acting weird *

searching for a sweet surrender (but this is not the end) by feelslikehxme | 18k | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles, the two most loved coaches on The Voice UK known for their banter on the show and best friendship off. Louis’s determined to win and finally end Harry’s winning streak with Zayn Malik on his team, but Harry’s flirting and Liam Payne have different plans.

— Or an AU based off the Voice where Louis’s Adam, Harry’s Blake, Niall’s Shakira, Zayn and Liam have a cliche Romeo/Juliet love story and Louis’s too old for pathetic pining.

Can I bother you for a sex? by perfectdagger (sincerelyste) | 16k | Explicit

Reason #40 – Called/texted the wrong person, but he was into it anyway

“So, this isn’t really an invite for a sex, I see,” Louis spoke, not missing the chance. There was a teasing smile on his lips as he turned around to face Harry again after he had just closed the door.

Harry let out a laugh as he closed his eyes and shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh for fuck's sake, Louis,” he looked back at Louis, “this will haunt me forever now, won’t it?”

Louis shrugged. “Not my fault some people manage to mistext and sext others at the same time.”

When Harry mistexts Louis, Louis realises that he wouldn't mind Harry bothering him with anything, especially not with sex.

You'll Be Home For Christmas by 2tiedships2 | 15k | Not Rated

“Honesty, Lou, just ask Harry for help.”

Louis remained silent as he continued to scowl at the Christmas calendar Niall had hung on their refrigerator.

“And be nice to my calendar filled with holiday cheer,” Niall instructed. “You’re going to burn a fucking hole in it from the way you’re glaring at the innocent thing. It’s not the calendar’s fault that your heat is starting so close to Christmas.”

You're The One That I Want by spacecakesandmilkshakes | 15k | Explicit

Harry had always been Louis' best friend and...well...his baby, until one day he realized that his baby was all grown up.

show you the stars in the daylight by bruisedhoney | 13k | Explicit

Louis laughed, the sound loud and borderline obnoxious. Harry winced. “Are you kidding, Haz? I wouldn’t even look twice at someone that couldn’t pick me up.”

And, well. That was new information to Harry. It’s not like Louis had ever mentioned to him that he was his type in any way, shape, or form. Harry shifted closer into the space between Louis’s legs, even more intrigued than before. “Why not?” he asked curiously, all pink lips and big curls. Louis smiled.

“Tiny, innocent, little Harold. Need someone that can pick me up, don’t I? I like being tossed around a little. You know, pinned down and made to take it. Lifted up like I’m nothing,” Louis said it all with a confident smile, his sharp little teeth tugging at his bottom lip as he locked eyes with the jock across the kitchen. “Think he might come over here. Move over. I don’t want him to think we’re together.”

Or, the one where Louis has a type and at sixteen and scrawy, it's definitely not his best friend's little brother Harry...ten years later, he changes his mind.

when everybody wants you by nightwideopen | 11k | Mature

Harry nearly faints on the spot. He got the job. He’s going to be on Saturday Night Live.

Three of Harry's dreams come true, then one of them falls apart.

the SNL au that no one asked for

Shape of You by Only_angel_28 | 11k | Explicit

“Seriously?” Surely, Harry must be joking. Louis arches a skeptical brow and snaps the waistband of Harry’s joggers playfully. “What exactly do you have down there, Styles? I know you’ve got four nipples, d’ya have a couple extra bollocks as well or summat?”

“No!” Harry shrieks, his voice bordering on shrill. “No,” He repeats a little quieter, calmer, “I just—I’m, er, kinda…big, I guess.”

Louis rolls his eyes in fond exasperation. “That’s hardly a problem, curly.”

*Or Harry is insecure about a certain rather large part of his anatomy that is apparently intimidating to the point where it has actually scared off potential shags. When he ends up confessing this to his best friend and roommate, Louis takes it upon himself to prove that Harry’s size doesn't have to be a curse, and decides to help show him just how perfect he is.

Waiting by allwaswell16 for LadyLondonderry | 10k | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson was Harry’s omega, of this Harry had always been sure. Unfortunately for Harry, Louis seemed to think they were just best friends. The six weeks that Harry has to live with Louis were going to be rough.

You Give Me Fever (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by my_fandom_OTPs | 10k | Explicit

Louis walks in on Harry jerking off in the shower. What happens after is just… Impulsive and spontaneous.

the value of this moment lives in metaphor by clicheanna for hattalove | 10k | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis and Harry are best friends and absolutely nothing more. It’s a bit strange that, suddenly, everyone thinks they’re dating.

Or the one where they’re all teachers at a high school and students are more invested in their lives than normally expected.

trusting things beyond mistake by sarcasticfluentry | 9k | Explicit

"Is that even possible?" asks Harry.

All of them stare at him for several seconds, and then Louis says, "What, coming untouched?"

"Christ," Zayn mutters, throwing his hands up. “This fucking band, I swear.”

...or, Harry wants to see if he can come without touching his cock and ends up getting more than he bargained for.

And I Will Steady Your Hand by kiwikero | 9k | Explicit

All first year university students who had not yet presented were strongly advised to join the Fire Away meetings, a support group for so-called 'late bloomers.'

They were not, however, advised to fall in love with someone else at the meetings without knowing what they might eventually present as.

A Christmas Wish by Snowy38 | 8k | Mature

"So when are you going to tell him?"

Louis pursed his lips at his sister, his Skype video call relaying his thoughts on that subject perfectly.

"Next question," he mused.

Lottie rolled her eyes.

"It's your birthday in four days, Louis."

"What difference does that make?" He scoffed.

She shrugged.

"You can get drunk and confess how you feel and take it back afterwards if he doesn't feel the same."

That might work if Louis wasn't in love with Harry. But Lottie didn't know that and she didn't need to find out.

"Thanks Lots," he said anyway.

"Seriously Lou what's stopping you?"

Louis sighed.

"Fear mostly."

Under that Damn Mistletoe by hickeystyles | 7k | Mature

Louis' heart froze when he looked over and saw Liam whispering in Harry’s ear and nodding towards the mistletoe. Louis’ eyes widened comically before he dove out of sight so Harry couldn’t see him standing under the mistletoe like an idiot, or worse, like he was part of Liam’s plan to have Harry kiss him.

Or a Christmas Party AU where Louis is in love with his best friend Harry and everyone else is trying to force the two of them under the mistletoe together

We Could Be A Dream by Bearandleonardwrite | 7k | Explicit

“So, I’ve never seen you at one of these parties before,” Harry says as he hands Louis his drink. “Who’re you here for?”

Well, shit. Louis was definitely not expecting that. He sips on his drink to give him a few moments to think of an answer and then, “Oh, y’know. I’m dating the host’s brother. What about you?” He’s quite pleased with himself. Great answer. He takes another drink as a reward.

Harry grins at him, eyes bright, and shrugs. “Gemma’s my sister.” Louis hums around the rim of his cup waiting for him to elaborate. “She’s the host,” he tacks on, smug smile on his face. Louis chokes on his drink and tries his best to glare at Harry while he coughs. Harry rubs at his back until he can breathe properly again, which is actually really not that helpful. “Didn’t realize we were dating, Lou. I’m flattered.”

(Basically; Louis meets Harry at a party that he wasn't invited to. He ends up asking Harry to tutor him so he can keep seeing him. Featuring a bit of pining and a tea party.)

Mission Fucking Impossible by orphan_account | 7k | Mature

“Are you and Louis fucking?”

Harry nearly spits out his drink as he tries to communicate a "what the ever living fuck" to Niall with his eyes.

Niall takes another casual sip of his beer “Not like I’m the only one thinking it mate, I’m just the only one saying it out loud.”

- Harry is in love with Louis, and he is almost positive Louis is in love with him too. Naturally, Harry deals with this by trying to get Louis horny and hope for the best.

Things don't exactly work out how he plans.

One day to believe in you by mediaville | 7k | Explicit

A mysterious force compels Louis to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Even when it's really inconvenient.

Harry blinks and has the nerve to look surprised. "You think about me when you get off?"

"Yes," Louis says. He wonders how hard he'd need to punch himself in the face to knock himself out.

"Often?"

"Yes, Christ, Harry," Louis groans. "Probably eight times a week for going on six years now. On average, you know. More when we were touring, less when I've been visiting family. Anything else you'd like to know?"

Fake It Till We Make It by whileatwiltshire | 7k | General Audiences

#33- Keeping up with the Neighbors

“We can fake it.”

What?

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“No I did not. Say it again.”

“I said” Harry started slowly, “We can fake having sex to teach them a lesson.”

It was clear to say that Louis's mouth went a little dry at the suggestion.

Or ,

Their neighbours were a bit too loud during their bedroom activities and Harry comes up with the worst plan to shut them up. Louis agrees anyways.

Web Me Harder by iwillpaintasongforlou | 6k | Explicit

Louis Tomlinson, otherwise known as London's masked hero Spiderman, finds himself crashing through the window of Harry Styles one night after a particularly nasty fight with a villain. Luckily Harry is a nursing student with a soft spot for caped crusaders who's more than happy to tend to all of Louis' wounds, no matter how many times he swings by.

candy in your mouth (i know you love me) by embodied | 6k | Explicit

“You’re wrong,” Harry says, jaw clenched tight. “Because if all I wanted was a fuck, I’ve got at least three willing parties a phone call and a five minute drive away. What I want is you. I want us, I want it to be normal again -”

“What the fuck is normal?” Louis yells, much too loudly, and has to pause to consciously lower his voice before he speaks again. “Because a year ago, normal was eating too much takeaway and watching B-movies on Netflix in your room, and then normal was me choking on your cock at half past two in the morning, and I don’t know about you, but as of the past few weeks, normal is not seeing or talking to you at all, because I’ve all but admitted that I’m fucking crazy for you and you don’t know what to say to that.” Louis’ chest heaves, his breath coming out short. He hears his own throat stick when he swallows, and his voice is decidedly weaker when he asks, “So which one is it, Harry?”

AU. Things have shifted since last Christmas.

Running Through a Cloud of Steam by allwaswell16 | 5k | Mature

As Harry’s long anticipated twenty-first birthday approaches, he anxiously awaits the moment when he finally meets his soulmate. He’s not even sure he believes in soulmates, but at the very least, he hopes to prove to his best friend that nothing can come between their friendship--not even a soulmate.

You Can't Blame Me For Tryin' by lululawrence | 5k | Mature

Reason # 38 - Because He Is From One of the Countries You Haven't Had Sex With a Person From Yet.

Louis had been accepted into the study abroad program through his uni back home and therefore got to spend a year in rural Minnesota, of all places, but he wasn’t going to complain. It was still a pretty cool experience, even if it was far different from what he had been expecting. And besides, if he’d been sent to literally any other university, he’d never have met Harry.

If It's Meant To Be (It'll Be, It'll Be) by lululawrence | 4k | Not Rated

“So, anyway. I’m done here and on my way to the airport. I think I’m expected to be there in the morning, around ten. I’ll let you know when I’m getting close.”

“Sounds good.” Harry pulled back from the window and threw himself onto one of the beds. Once he got comfortable, he steeled himself and then went for it. “It’s been too long this time, Lou,” he finally whispered. He watched as Louis bit his lip and nodded slowly.

“I know,” Louis agreed, just as quiet in return. “We have to swear to never go this long without seeing each other again. Two months is just...unacceptable. I’m gonna go now, but I’ll see you soon. ‘Kay?”

“Yeah. See you. Be safe,” Harry said, far too fondly for his best friend. He couldn’t help it though. It was how he always had been and probably always would be.

They hung up and Harry threw his arm over his face.

“I am so in love with him,” he whined to himself. “Fuck.”

Satisfaction by iwillpaintasongforlou | 2k | Teen And Up Audiences

Louis and Harry have known each other since before they could remember and been in love with one another for about as long, even though both steadfastly refuse to admit it. When Louis starts dating other people, it is only to help himself move on and not at all to make Harry jealous. And the sulking sort of anger Harry feels when he watches Louis kiss other people is completely irrelevant anyways.

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eyessharpweaponshot · 4 years ago

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hi there!! are there any fics you’re reading right now that you would recommend? i need something good after the season we’ve been given so far 😣

hello there!

I agree, this season has been disappointing - especially considering it’s the last one. but thankfully, our fandom is full of amazing writers that serve us goods regularly. I have so much to recommend, it’s a joke. so prepare for a long fic rec. In no particular order, let’s begin:

1. Chasin’ You - @burninghoneyatdusk

okay. you’re gonna see a bit of a theme with me in these fic recs because the authors I mention are some of my favourites in the world - sam being one of the TOP TIER ones. this fic is a modern au, written about clarke and bellamy as exes (a favourite trope of mine) that have went their separate ways. clarke has moved away and hasn’t kept tabs on bellamy but he's soared to the top as a country star, his hit single being about her and what they had. if there’s any fic from this list you need to start reading, it’s this one.

2. Voices in the Water - @burninghoneyatdusk

It’s the canon version we all wanted. set on earth, clarke’s aunt (nia) forces her into an arranged marriage with king bellamy to unite the clans. but under it all, nia has tasked her to kill him. obviously, as clarke falls in love with bellamy, it’s the one task wanheda probably can’t complete. I'm in love with the imagery and descriptions in this fic. there are honestly some lines that sam writes that I want to frame and put up in my house. absolute brilliance.

3. All Because of You - @burninghoneyatdusk

*sheepishly raises hand* - hi, it’s me again, fangirling over another one of sam’s fics. if you have followed me for a while, either here or on twitter, you’ll have seen me screaming about this fic. I've pulled over while driving to read an update that came through to my email. no lie. I don’t say this lightly but it is definitely in my top 3 favourite bellarke fics of all time. sam DELIVERS with this one. bellamy knocks up his sister’s best friend when they’re both young and they grow together in raising their daughter. this fic flashes between present and future in the most seamless way and we see how in love they were back then but too scared to admit it, combined with how in love they are now that they are mature and older - but yet can’t seem to take the leap. I can’t tell you enough how good this fic is. I'm in love and it’s one of those fics that I would happily have as a book on my bookshelf, the pages worn and falling out from the amount of times that I re-read it.

*I just want to note that sam is doing a fantastic job at running @bellarkefic-for-blm. This is an opportunity for the bellarke community to directly support the Black Lives Matter cause through reading and writing fanfiction. For every fanfiction prompt a participating writer receives, they ask that you donate to an organization that supports the BLM cause. This initiative includes non-bellarke the 100 ships and requests for other content (e.g. gif sets, icons, moodboards, fanart). please check them out and request a prompt (this also includes updates for the above mentioned fics)*

4. Count Your Teeth - @icantloseyou-too

let me tell you, you guys will be well fed after reading this fic. It’s one of the most original idea’s and we get so much bellarke and the blake siblings in this one. bellamy is a treasure hunter and married to clarke, after leaving his thieving days behind him. that is until his past comes knocking and drags him back into that world again - and clarke along with him. absolute chefs kiss!

5. Cups and Sorcerers - @icantloseyou-too

again, such a unique plot with just the right amount of fluff. clarke is a witch who owns a coffee shop and she ends up meeting someone just as unique as her. I’m invested in this to an embarrassing degree and it always puts me in a good mood when this fic is updated. such a light and heart filling read and ciara does a fantastic job of world building in this fic.

6. Paint me in Trust - @pawprinterfanfic

I'm sure this fic needs no introduction. everyone and their mother has heard of it and if you haven’t read it yet, believe me, you’re missing out. a harry potter au that runs alongside the last few movies without being involved with the main characters. essie manages to make an already existing world so different, thrilling and gripping. it emotionally upends you and takes you along for the ride without any intention of letting you off. I'm just in love with it and rightly so!

7. When the Wolves Come Home - @pawprinterfanfic

I don’t know how people aren’t RAVING about this fic more because I certainly am. it’s massive for me to even say this because I love all of essie’s work but it’s my favourite fic that she’s written. I can’t describe the feeling I get when I read how she’s written bellarke in this. it’s a percy jackson au but you don’t need to have knowledge of that world to enjoy this. I actually started reading the books because of this fic. essie writes it so well and incorporates a lot of fantastic elements from greek mythology while also keeping me on the edge of my seat with bellarke’s journey. HERE FOR IT ALL THE WAY.

8. I’ll Find You in the Morning Sun - @cominguproses13x

I’ve never seen a fic talked about as much as this one. with 60 chapters, it’s bound to satisfy any hunger you have for bellarke. it’s set in a post apocalyptic world and it is beyond a shadow of a doubt, my favourite setting to read bellarke in. I've actually stopped reading this fic on chapter 5 because im currently writing my own post apocalyptic au as it was a trope on my bingo card and I don’t want any subconscious spill over, but I fully intend on reading the rest of the fic in one go once my fic is published and done. it deserves all the praise and hype.

9. For Blue Skies - @kombellarke

kayla’s fics make me actually weep. her writing style is just unbelievable and she sucks me into stories so fast. this one is no different. I live and breathe for bellarke as exes and this fic is one of my favourites. it’s a modern au with clarke as a mother and she cascades back into bellamy’s life without warning. perfect angst and anticipation. in love.

10. Love Like Fools - @talistheintrovert

the way I love talis with my whole heart. I'm always obsessed with her fics and the way this one was written was just magnificent. enemies to friends to lovers, roommates, angst, emotional comforting? SIGN ME UP. the perfect mix of all of those and I felt so good after reading this. always a fan.

11. It Had To Be You - @useyourtelescope

I had the honour of pre-reading some of this fic before it was published and I felt so privileged. a regency au with a prank war sprinkled in? perfection. hana honestly writes this so beautifully and I can’t recommend this enough. it’s so unique and we are all so incredibly lucky that there’s something in the bellarke fic world for everyone.

12. Veni, Vidi, Vinci - @carrieeve

Again, proof of the pudding that there’s something in fic for everyone. I’ve never read one like this before and it THRILLED me. murphy and bellamy working together to steal a Vinci? it was the fic I never knew I needed. the bellarke interaction in this was beautifully written and I am just completely obsessed. we really struck gold with the bellarke big bang works this year.

13. A Twist of Fate - @queenemori

let’s be honest, soulmate au’s are always wanted and needed in this fandom and kara does an excellent job of serving us this one. we got some team cockroach in here along with some top tier quality bellarke. what more could you ask for? if you haven’t read this fic yet, you need to. so thankful for kara being the absolute gifted babe that she is.

14. Power Over Me - @sparklyfairymira

okay, if you recently watched the witcher on netflix like I did, believe me, you NEED to read this fic. if you haven’t watched the witcher, this fic will make you want to watch it. the smut in this, the plot, the WRITING. absolutely phenomenal. have I mentioned how lucky we are to have such fantastic writers in this fandom?

15. There’s a Serpent Lying Deep Down in These Still Waters - @shaeheda

post apocalyptic au? SIGN ME UP. bellarke thrown together in unkind circumstances? SIGN ME UP. this magnificent human writing a fic? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP. I'm so in love with this fic already and I haven’t even finished it yet. as I've said, I've stopped reading fics in this genre until my own is completed but I’ve read enough to tell you that this needs to be on your next to read list. forever in awe of the talent here and this fic makes me feel so lucky to be part of something so great.

I hope this satisfies you for a while and that you enjoy all the bellarkey goodness that comes from these fics. I'm gonna drop some of mine below because why not? just in case you’re in need of something more.

1. I Found Peace in Your Violence

clarke griffin has it all. she’s popular, an artistic prodigy and has a wealthy family to boot. so when her perfect world comes crashing down around her, it’s time to sink or swim. she tests positive for the Homicidal Tendency Syndrome gene, also known as the kill gene. clarke is plucked from her comfortable life and placed into a school with people just like her - carriers, delinquents. when she meets bellamy blake there, he looks like everything they say HTS carriers are. a monster, a criminal. yet, he’s the one who protects her.

2. I Am Lost This Time

a void!bellamy fic that we all deserved to have happen in canon. an au where bellamy hears clarke’s radio calls from earth, sees her memories in m-cap and where she really is the key: the one that unlocks his memories and brings him back to her.

3. Purple, Blue, Orange, Red

bellarke are childhood friends and teenage lovers, reuniting in the midst of the same grief that tore them apart.

4. Devil Side

post apocalyptic setting and my favourite fic to have ever written. both of them coming together to survive and protect those in their family, including two small children. bellarke started out as strangers, who would have thought that they’d end up co-parenting in the middle of a world that is too dangerous to survive out in the open?

5. Waste It on Me

a soulmate/reincarnation au that I wrote based off my own breakup and feelings. probably my most popular fic and should keep you going in terms of bellarke feels.

#bellarke #the 100 #bellarke fanfiction #bellarke fic rec #fic recommendations #jensfic #eyessharpweaponshot #wonderful writers #wonderful fics

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ibelonginthepast · 4 years ago

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okay I need your klance fic recs(i feel like you have really good taste)(i mean your icon is literally THE keith of course you have god tier taste)

okay so the thing is.. that when i say am kinda messed up and disgusting sometimes... and becoming a madwoman... am not over exaggerating or saying it in a funky way.. i actually am getting like that .. and that's how i got into the klance fandom initially. i project through lance and read really langsty fics.. and they are messed messed with like violent nsfw, gore, horror, serious mental health issues etc? so if u want those... i'll only send them if u want?

yeah tho i entered with this thingy that klance is gonna be like my guilty pleasure or some shit but them i inevitably fell in love with some GORGEOUS fanfictions out there and KEITH KOGANE in all shapes sizes genders and ages so lol...

but they aren't flowery. that's just not my taste. Some of them might be "problematic"? it's in quotes because i don't agree with it. it's not going to be problematic in plain ignorant sense like racial issues or blatant sexism or mental abuse.... but they might have like stuff which people dont always agree with like drugs. most of them would have nsfw it's just something that i need to have for feels and that's why i asked if u minded it. some things are like more subjective,, characterizations for example, cause like some people dont think keith is a skirt guy cause he isnt in fashion but i think he is petty and rebellious so he will defo do that? some of them would have like physical fights and stuff.. or keith and lance being mean to each other.. some ugly habits which aren't necessarily condemned like anger or drugs.? but with how i see it, it's not glorified, so i see them as human. i love the raw and ugly in these or idk its just human to me (but some people dont like which is completely valid cause we are all different from different environments and think different and resonate with different stuff.)

wait addition: i think some of them will have sexist themes? which i have complained about a lot before. i dont know why authors feel the need to somehow put women down to show how a mlm relationship without any women is superior or some shit it's annoying as fuck i hate it. i dont think i would have any especially sexist fics here, but there might be some with lowkey themes and bad handling of those issues. some of them mau have that subtext of disgusting heteronormative standards, but in subtext uk like bottom lance having a small waist and being giggly and all in contrast to big bulk keith.

here are some that i had bookmarked... but i may remember some more and then send them to u and or add them here...

a heads up.. i dont remember all of them very well. its been a while and i read fanfictions A LOT so yeah.. incase one slips up here which isnt very good am sorry dont judge me

the bold ones are the ones u should really check out if our taste is similar.

to begin with plain f l u f f,, my first klance bookmark was How Could I Say No? by Padfoots_Pawprint. tws for violence, bullying, injury BUT it's not actually gory or something like that it's just keith being keith and getting hurt and lance helping my boi like he should. it made me feeeeeeeel ksksk

this was one that kinda really touched me,, Wasted youth, Cryptids, and Waterboys by Baea THIS HAS EXPLICIT NSFW in it, the first chapter kicks off with it.. its a good fuck buddies to lovers in my opinion.. i love the writing style, the choice of how it's just a couple entries of random days in their lives. i love keith's characterization.. he is a hobo and a conspiracy nerd.. i love how down for him lance is, very dedicated. i love their growth.. i love how they help each other grow,, and it's so like real and usual day to day and human and down to earth idk how else to express it. this is INCOMPLETE. it's 12 chapters and discontinued as of now,, but it's not a deadly cliffhanger

similar in style and approach to the above. tho i think here is where it gets dubious. Easy, Tiger. by @/WhatTheBodyGraspsNot ... this is INCOMPLETE too and as of now discontinued. this has that sorta murky vibe with it's drug usage, them being teenagers in school and engaging in stuff like this, bad boy keith and all. this has nsfw too. i just remember really liking it and its very raw and unfiltered. tho it's incomplete it's not an open ending for now.

okay so i am restarting this but am upset as fuck that it all got deleted so i am gonna be lazy and not put as much effort as i did.

i have also Crowd Pleaser bookmarked by the same author,, this one's complete and it has some serious issues around gaslighting if i remember correctly... i really liked it then. keith is literally an angel here, i want to kidnap him and marry him literally. the s h w ee t e s t shit ,, and i like how lance gives him all the support and space to get his shit together

Drummer boy by klancekorner,, i think it's similar to the prev one, but lance's pov(which is what i prefer ngl). this authors fanfics are all just wholesome. i had put links to all their fics before, but imma now just say that u should go and check all their fics out. i have them all bookmarked, i must have seen something in them (can't remember what now tho and i cant be bothered to skim through them like last time *rolls eyes*)

War of hearts? idk why honestly, just ik keira has made me gay, and lesbian rejection angst? garrison? yes :) it's incomplete, conveniently left at the point where lance's heart is broken lol

Fuck buddies with benefits. THE NAME IS BAD I KNOW but i just love the idea of a dedicated mess of a keith and lance taking care of him. that's it that's the fic if i remember correctly. oh wait yeah u might think keith is not treating lance right, but i think it's fine if lance is treated a bit stupid. this is a bit too sex driven tho i dont like it but just SLEEPDEPRIVED KEITH TO TAKE CARE OF IMMA SIGN UP (ik this maybe coming off toxic but lol look at me)

Rambling: THIS WAS ME.

Last Defense: TW SUICIDE this is literally the langst i have for canon lance

I want something else: bad boy keith can break my limbs and cut my face and i will thank him

A thank you would be nice: keira damn

game-set-match: b a d b o y

I swear to go the devil made me do it: my typically fav trop, hardcore pining lance, literally perfect angsty keith. very similar to the top ones ig? idk also this one is one of my comparatively recent sane bookmarks so that's something. it starts off weird, u think it gon be subtly sexist but it turns out better so hold on

you've got me locked up: i think it's delinquent keith,, its floofy

Dad lance and tattoo artist keith: the name says it

damn while going through my bookmarks i realized that there are a lot of things i never bookmarked? i am pretty sure i loved a lot of long fanfictions, flower shop aus and tattoo artists shit wtf-

wait here's one, it's not complete: Blood jumps in the sun: it's very heavy has a lot of growth and kinda wholesome,, tags and summary will give u an idea what u getting in.

The lessons we learned: can't remember much other than florist keith, sad keith, smart keith, really long, pining

damn i think i have a lot of happy ones i didn't bookmark cause my brain was like u dont deserve the serotonin :( i'll add if i have more)

some actually angsty, detailed nsfw and messy (according to the way u interpret these) ones... lemoninagin.. they have some very detailed and explicit nsfw stuff but i am not there for it. some of it has the kind of angst i like? an actual one that i love and they recently posted and the reason am putting them here is infinitesimal. best friends to lovers and tho usually it's not my cup of tea.. it's a character study, an interpretation of klance in a modern world i dare say,, which is very similar to mine. the thing about them is that i like their characterization a lot, and in no love in this, i like what kind of background stories they give to klance in their aus. i haven't read many by them, so if u want u can check them out.

i just realized i have put some lowkey sad/fucked fics here... i did remove 5 rn... i hope its all good damn why am i doing this i feel like am putting myself naked out there when i recommend my favs

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largedenominationsplease · 4 years ago

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you’d come over, right?

Summary: A year after Kiara and JJ broke up, they come home to the Outer Banks to deal with one of the hardest years of their lives.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: swearing, canon-compliant smoking, au, minor character death, cancer, current events

A/N: Alternate Universe: JJ and Kiara dated seriously for a long while, but over a year before this story, they parted ways. Set in present-day with current events, but most current events are only mentioned briefly for context. All characters aged 21+. Partially inspired by If the World Was Ending by JP Saxe and Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi and current events and Sad Feels™ and a sad playlist my sister made. Come cry with me... also on ao3

Shoutout to @alexandracheers for proofreading <3

Sometimes even the most beautiful things die. It’s the sad cycle of life.

It starts with a spark, a first touch, a first look, a first kiss;

a few embers of warmth, holding hands, secret glances, flirty texts;

the roaring flames of passion, clinging to one another, leaving the party early, tangled limbs and tangled sheets;

then the steady heat of a well-tended fire, cozy mornings making coffee, binging your favorite shows, texting to see how your day is.

But, sometimes, even the most loved and cared for fires die. They go out with little warning or reason. What was a welcome flame in the hearth one night may be a bed of ash by morning.

Their fire died a long time ago. It wasn’t anyone’s fault - no one was trying to douse the flames - it just went out. When they sat down and discussed breaking up - parting ways was a more apropos term - she hadn’t even cried. When he packed up and moved out, it was unceremonious. He even kissed her forehead as he left, like he’d done a hundred times before, only this time he wasn’t coming back.

She still dreamed about him. Sometimes unbidden images of picket fences and a dog and home-cooked meals and potted plants intruded upon her thoughts. Once, when her period was late, she’d even dreamt of a curly-haired little boy with blue eyes - which was ridiculous because she was very single at the time. Did she even want to have kids?

He thought about her, too. Each new destination she traveled to brought new Instagram posts and awakened an ache in his chest he couldn’t quite place. That ache deepened when she revisited places they had gone together - unwanted memories flooding his senses. The smell of coconut still sent him spinning, missing the feeling of running his fingers through her hair, over the smooth skin of her arms and legs.

What hurt so badly about their fire dying wasn’t that it died. What hurt was that it should never have died; that it died so quietly and suddenly; that one day it was there, burning bright, and the next it was a cold gray heap of coals.

Even their friends were surprised when he moved back home. “Where is she?” and “What happened?” and “We had no idea you had any problems.”

Followed by the futile response of, “It was just time to move on.”

And they did move on, eventually. She traveled to forget and perhaps after a few months she could call herself truly happy - though there was always an ache of not having someone to share each experience with. He stayed at home, but he opened his own business and the familiarity of home soothed any wounds he sustained. Their fire might have gone out, but they kept the bed of ash in the fireplace, a shrine to what they once had, and it was more comforting than sad after a time.

When the virus first hit, she’d been back in the states, on the West Coast. She messaged him:

Are you safe? Still have a job? Anyone sick?

Fine for now. You?

Fine.

When the protesting started, he knew she’d be in the thick of it. Not that he didn’t get involved, he just knew her passion for people and justice. He messaged her back this time:

You’re protesting, aren’t you? Are you safe?

Of course! But I’m being careful. You?

Staying safe. Protesting here, too.

Hurricane Isaias wasn’t meant to be a bad storm, but she had still tracked it up the East Coast. Her suspicions were confirmed when it intensified.

Isaias didn’t wipe y’all out, did it?

No, blew through pretty quick. The Cut took a hit. Gonna take some time to fix it up.

At first, after reading the headlines about the fires out west, he thought it was a joke. As they spread, he realized how serious it was and it worried him.

You evacuated, right? The air quality is shit where you are.

Yep. Gonna take a pandemic-friendly tour of some national parks further east.

Every new development meant more messages sent. Simple little check-ins that meant nothing and everything. It was a scary year the world faced, and even after all those months apart, the only thing they wanted was to find comfort in one another’s safety. On opposite ends of the country, the two of them tied together by current events and the memory of their relationship.

Mid-September, while she was traveling away from the fires on the West Coast, he got a call from her mother. He hadn’t spoken to her mother much since they had broken up, over a year ago, but she still liked his Instagram posts and struck up conversations when she saw him around town.

“Hey, Mrs. Anna.”

“Hi, JJ. I’ve told you, it’s just Anna.” Her voice was soft and as kind as ever, but held an edge of tiredness and strain he hadn’t heard from her before. “We have some… tough news, and we wanted you to hear it from us first.”

Colon cancer…

Kiara’s hearing faded into white noise as her mother spoke those words to her through the phone. Her mother went on to explain that even though they caught it late, the doctors were optimistic that her father would make a recovery. Treatments were set to start right away.

“Mom, I’m coming home.”

“Honey, we know you’ve got traveling plans. We’ll be fine. We don’t want to interrupt your-”

“Mom, I can’t do much traveling with this virus. Dad is more important than any of that, anyway. I’m coming home.”

JJ cried when Anna hung up the phone. Mike was rough around the edges, and he was resistant to Kiara dating a Maybank, but once JJ won him over, he treated him like a son. Hearing this news was a punch to the gut - it was like losing a father. Even in the midst of his sadness he knew Kiara would be sent into a tailspin.

Hey. You okay?

She was typing in response, then nothing. He waited, seeing the little bubble pop up again and again and fade away each time. And then she videocalled. She hadn’t called him in months - not since they parted ways. The little screen showed her in her car, only illuminated by her dim phone screen and the passing street lights. Tears stained her cheeks, but she kept her eyes trained on the road. “I’m not okay.”

“You’re driving right now?”

“I’m coming home.”

“Kiara, pull over. It’s late. Get some sleep.”

“I can’t. They caught it late - he might… who knows how much time I have-”

“Kie.” His voice was soft. He was always soft toward her.

Her face crumpled as the tears fell fresh. He let her cry. He talked to her about nothing and everything as her tears subsided. She cried as she drove through the night, talking to him when she was calm, crying harder when the conversation lulled. She didn’t stop until she noticed he’d fallen asleep, the video call still rolling. It was after four in the morning. The pang of nostalgia that tore through her was enough to make her catch her breath. They hadn’t talked like that since they first started dating. A few tears sneaked out of the corners of her eyes, but she couldn’t tell if the memories or the fear of the future caused them. She found a safe place to park and fell into a fitful sleep in the back of her car.

She made it home just in time for her dad’s first surgery. JJ met her and her mother at the hospital parking lot, all masks and six-feet of distance until she said, “I could really use a hug.” The three of them colliding into a group hug within seconds.

JJ made sure the Carreras didn’t need anything as Mike went through chemo and more and more hospital stays. He ran errands for them since none of them could risk going out and bringing anything home. He did yard work since Mike hated an unkept lawn. Kiara always made sure to leave him snacks and drinks on the back deck as the North Carolina heat stretched into October. Aside from that, he willingly put himself at Anna’s beck and call. Anything and everything she needed done, he jumped at the opportunity to help. He would even come over in the evenings to play cards with Mike - masks included. Kiara’s heart ached as she watched her parents get along with him so well. She hadn’t realized how far he had wormed his way into their little family, but here they were, acting as though nothing had changed between him and their daughter, loving him like a son. He praised her mom’s cooking until she blushed and there were times he could make her dad laugh so hard they all forgot for a moment that cancer existed. Those moments were fleeting and oh-so cherished.

Mike deteriorated quickly. It made Kiara sick to see her father become a cancer-wasted shell of himself. As optimistic as the doctors had been originally, the treatments weren’t taking well. As chemo wrapped up, his numbers were still dangerously high. November brought another emergency surgery that confirmed their worst fears. Mike moved home. They were told all that was left was to manage the pain and make him as comfortable as they could. They had perhaps a month left. JJ moved into the guest room to be as close as possible in case anything was needed from him. The four of them were left waiting as Thanksgiving approached.

Kiara wasn’t sleeping. Maybe it was knowing her ex-boyfriend was staying down the hall from her, though that was an odd thing to focus on. More likely, it was the fact that her father was passing away right before her eyes, slipping through her fingers as she stood by, helpless. The sun had set hours ago, and she sat with a now-cold cup of tea in front of her at the kitchen table, mulling over each crazy event that had led her to this point.

JJ wandered into the kitchen, opening the fridge to inspect the contents. “What are you doing up so late?” he asked.

“I could ask you the same thing.” The words came out harsher than she had intended, but then again, she was exhausted in every single sense of the term.

JJ brushed off her roughness. “Hungry. Did you eat dinner?” He knew she hadn’t, so he set about making an extra sandwich.

After a few moments of silence, Kiara whispered, “It’s all my fault.”

“What?”

“It’s my fault,” she repeated, her lip trembling. “I always kept track of his appointments for him. He was always shit at remembering to go to the doctor. He should have had one last year, but I didn’t come home and I didn’t remind him. If I hadn’t broken up with you, I would have been here to remind him to go.” Tears shone in her eyes and on her cheeks.

JJ gave her a quizzical look, deciphering what she was saying. “I seem to recall being the one who left. But really none of this is anyone’s fault,” he kept his voice even, wanting nothing more than to hug her, to wipe away all the tears, and make sure she never had to shed another one again.

“I know, I know, it’s ridiculous, but it’s what keeps running through my head.” She reached up and readjusted the messy bun that her hair was falling out of. “But, for the record, I asked you to leave.” JJ raised an eyebrow as she said this, as though he didn’t believe her. The truth was, neither of them really remembered who had dumped who or why he had left in the first place. Nothing happened that they couldn’t work out with a little bit of effort. “Didn’t I?” she faltered.

He shrugged. “I don’t remember.”

“We just fought a lot, didn’t we?”

“Constantly. You were a bitch.”

She turned to him, mouth open. She slapped at his shoulder, “I know you did not just call me a bitch, bitch!”

He smirked at her. “Maybe you weren’t that bad. Apparently, I was a slob.”

“You are a slob,” she chuckled. Then she sighed and moved to heat up her tea. “But that’s no reason to dump someone. We just… fell out of love, I guess.”

“I didn’t.” His voice was so soft he was barely even sure he had spoken. Based on the way Kiara froze, her back tense, he’d definitely said those private thoughts aloud.

She turned slowly, her face pale with lack of sleep and - something else. Was that anger? Or sadness? “You’ve had more than a year to confess something like that to me, and you choose now?”

JJ shrugged helplessly, unsure of what to say.

“That was the issue all along, wasn’t it?” Kiara’s voice shook, but she kept her tone cool, even. “You wouldn’t communicate with me.”

“Oh, come on, Kie, that’s not fair.” It was too late for a fight. They were both tired and emotional. This wouldn’t end well.

“What’s not fair?” Her voice had started to rise in volume and pitch as her anger increased. She wasn’t even sure why she was angry in the first place, but something about JJ’s confession caused her blood to boil. “The fact that you didn’t admit you still loved me when you left over a year ago? Or the fact that you choose to admit that to me while I’m exhausted and emotionally compromised?”

“Don’t be like that! That’s not what I’m doing.” JJ tried to keep his voice lower than hers, so they wouldn’t wake Mike or Anna, but the way her eyes flashed told him that wouldn’t happen. He grabbed her bicep and led her out to the backyard.

“Let go of me!” She pulled away from him, trying to hide the shiver that ran up her spine in the cool November evening air. “You don’t get to manhandle me and manipulate me into falling back into your arms like nothing happened.”

“That’s not-“ JJ ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. “You know I’m shit at communicating this stuff.”

“At saying ‘I love you?’ At being emotionally present? Listen, I know your dad was fucked up and he fucked you up, but you’re a grown-ass man now. You could have learned how to be there for me!”

“Don’t bring him into this!” They’d had this fight a million times before. The recurring theme of their demise being communication. Their fire had been sputtering under the faulty system they had in place long before they realized what their problems were - it was something neither of them wanted to admit. “Fuck it, Kie, even if I had wanted to get any better at communicating, you were no help. You held every single one of my mistakes over my head. There was no road to redemption for you.”

“No, no that’s not true. I tried to help you-“

“Only telling me what I did wrong wasn’t helpful.”

She opened her mouth and closed it again, stuttering in anger. “Well… if you still loved me so much, why did you leave?”

“Why stay when I knew you didn’t love me anymore?” JJ’s voice dropped and he avoided eye contact with her.

Her eyes grew wide in realization. “You know what? Fuck you! I loved you until the day you left. If I had known you weren’t coming back I would have fought harder to keep you with me, and if you’re too dense to see-” He cut her words off, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her roughly. She melted into him, a single tear squeezing itself from her eye. He tasted of a coconut flavored vape pod and nicotine and the sea. He was just as stupid and lovely as ever. It only lasted a moment before she shoved at his chest, clearing her throat and turning from him to hide the blush rising to her cheeks.

“I’m… I’m seeing someone,” she muttered by way of explanation.

“Oh.” JJ licked his lips, missing her more than he had before he kissed her. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know. Who is it? Why aren’t they here?” He hadn’t meant to add that last part, but he was curious. Who could she be seeing that wouldn’t support her during all of this? Who could she want to be with that wasn’t there, like he was?

“Um, her name’s Fern. I asked her not to come. I didn’t want her to meet my dad this way.” She started to walk toward the door, wrapping her arms around herself in the cold November evening air.

“Kie,” JJ called after her. She turned slightly, to catch his eye out of the corner of her own. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry about everything… I fucked a lot of things up. And I’m sorry about your dad.”

She nodded. “Me too.” With everything, she added mentally, and he knew she had.

Kiara and JJ wordlessly promised each other that they wouldn't let their differences ruin the upcoming holidays. So Thanksgiving passed uneventfully. It was almost a normal Carrera family holiday, besides the fact that Anna and JJ did most of the cooking. Mike tried once or twice to wander into the kitchen, but he didn’t make it long before having to sit back down. Kiara made him comfortable on the couch and they watched what little football was playing. She was sure to commentate on each play alongside him. The four of them ate extreme amounts of food, and laughed and played games. “Tomorrow we go get our Christmas tree,” Mike announced at the end of the night. Kiara bit her lip and glanced at JJ. He shrugged half-heartedly.

“That’s right, baby,” Anna replied, looking meaningfully at the others.

And they did. They didn’t travel to the mountains, like other years, but they did go down to the local tree lot. Kiara made a big fuss about finding the fattest tree and over-scrutinized each one until she found the perfect Christmas tree, just like always. JJ had spent holidays with the Carrera’s before, but he had never been so intimately involved in all of their traditions. He thought Christmas might just become his favorite holiday at this rate.

The weeks leading to Christmas weren’t all smooth sailing. Just a few days after Thanksgiving Mike was confined almost exclusively to a hospital bed in the living room. A nurse moved in a few days after that. He slept fitfully if he slept at all, and most days, the pain (or the pain medication) kept him from interacting with the rest of them. Kie would read to him in the evenings, starting with A Christmas Carol. He fell asleep after only a few paragraphs each time, so it took a long while to get through the story. All four of them watched classic Christmas movie after classic Christmas movie - many of which JJ hadn’t ever seen (to which Anna always replied, “That’s going on our list, then!”). Mike managed to stay awake for the entirety of Elf, his favorite.

Christmas day was quiet. JJ cooked breakfast for everyone, and Anna gushed about how good his cooking had gotten. They had opted not to exchange gifts this holiday, instead filling their stockings with all their favorite candies and snacks. It had been JJ’s idea, and Kiara thought he might have been a secret genius for suggesting it. In the afternoon, Fern called Kie and they talked for over an hour. JJ thought she looked satisfied when she returned, but nowhere near as happy as one should be when they got off a long conversation with their girlfriend. It was probably just the current circumstances. She didn’t say anything other than, “What’s the next movie, Dad?”

Mike died two days after Christmas. He went in his sleep, which was exactly what he had wanted. No fuss, no doctors trying desperately to save him. Just a good night’s sleep where he peacefully breathed his last. He didn’t look the same as he once had. Cancer had changed him so drastically, his once strong imposing frame a mere shadow of its former glory. But his face was smoothed out, lines of pain, grief, and illness wiped away, leaving simply peace. He could have been asleep, but now he would never wake up. Looking at him, Kiara felt like she was drowning. Like every breath she fought to take just filled her lungs with more and more water. Her dad was her rock, and now she was sinking in a wide, dark ocean. She thought she might never breathe again.

The funeral was tiny - it was only close family that attended - three days after he passed. The sky was clear and blue and the air was cold, typical North Carolina winter. It had snowed the day before, just a bit, so the ground was frozen and white. It could have been beautiful if it wasn’t so heartbreaking. Anna didn’t cry that day. She said she had cried enough. The snow started falling again that evening, once they got home, and she said that was Mike’s way of telling her he loved her. She loved the snow.

JJ went back home the day after the New Year. Anna told him to stay as long as he wanted, but he said it was time for him to move on. She understood, hugged him tightly before he went, admonishing him to come around often. He said he would, and promised to help with anything she needed around the house, too. Kiara sat huddled on the front porch in a rocking chair, wrapped in a thick blanket with a cup of hot cocoa as he walked out. “You’re not going to say goodbye?” he teased kindly.

She looked up at him, her eyes still bloodshot and sorrowful. He wanted to hold her. He wished she had never had to go through any of this. She didn’t deserve it. “I don’t know what to say,” she said. “You’ve done so much for us.”

JJ shook his head. “It was selfish. I thought if I was nearby maybe it wouldn’t happen.”

“It was anything but selfish,” She insisted, standing up and wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders. She placed a cold hand on his cheek. “Really, J. We couldn’t have made it through any of this without you.”

JJ might have leaned too deeply into her touch, no matter how cold her hands were. It somehow felt colder when she moved away. He cleared his throat. “So what’re your plans now? Getting back on the road?”

“Not until spring. Mom won’t admit it, but she’s not ready to be alone. She’ll need some help coping. And honestly, I’m not itching to leave.”

“I thought you’d wanna skip out as soon as possible. Doesn’t Fern miss you?”

She squinted her eyes but didn’t say anything in response. “I’ll miss having you around, Maybank.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’ll still be around. I think your mom will institute Sunday dinners or some shit if I don’t come over regularly.”

Kie chuckled. “She really loves you. Dad does - did, too.” Her voice broke slightly.

“I love them, too,” JJ said, honestly. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before picking up his bags and leaving. Kiara caught her breath as his lips brushed her skin, warmth spreading from where he made contact. Her wide eyes stayed glued to his figure as he loaded up his truck and drove away.

If normal could be achieved after a year like the Carrera women had experienced, they worked their hardest to achieve it. Anna threw herself into caring for the Wreck and it had the best off-season it had had in years. Kiara wrote songs and worked alongside her mother and even took some online classes. Anna did indeed institute Sunday dinners with JJ and he came to as many of them as he could. Life was slow to move forward, but Kie and Anna kept each other afloat, reminding themselves that Mike wouldn’t have wanted them to sit still crying over him. Step by step they picked up the pieces of their lives.

Things went along this way for a couple months or so. The world was calming down, but not fully quiet yet - when was the world ever quiet? Kiara never thought she could enjoy the quiet slow life that was the Outer Banks during the off-season, but after the year she’d had, she wanted nothing more than simple domesticity. She said as much during one of their Sunday dinners, enticing a knowing smile from her mother and a surprising lack of eye contact from JJ. She cornered him on the back deck when he’d stepped out to smoke. She was grateful they had regained some of the ease their friendship had carried when they were younger. “Okay, what was that all about?”

He chewed on his lip, twisting his cigarette between his fingers. He’d given up weed a while back when they were traveling, out of necessity, but she was secretly glad he’d never taken it up again. “I’m leaving,” he said abruptly.

“Leaving? Going where?”

“Not sure yet. My cousin’s gonna watch the shop for me. Travel the states for a bit until it’s safer to leave the country. Then Mexico? Maybe.”

“When will you be back?”

He shrugged, “Don’t know. Not for a long time.”

“Why?” Her mouth had gone dry and her words had run out. JJ was a die-hard salt-lifer. He might pack up and leave occasionally, but the Outer Banks was home, where he belonged. She thought that no matter where he went, he’d always end up back here. Home. How could he leave now?

He turned to look at her, urgency and honesty shining in his eyes. “I know he was your dad, and I probably don’t have the right to feel this way, but I…”

“You lost him, too,” she said, understanding.

“Need a change of scenery.” He shrugged again, putting out his cigarette before walking back inside.

Kiara understood better than most the need to keep moving, the change of scenery a welcome distraction. Traveling alone left a lot of time to think and soul-search. She didn’t peg JJ as the soul-searching type, but grief changed people; he needed time. She could support him in that.

“You’re going with him, right?” Anna asked sternly as she and her daughter washed dishes that evening. JJ had just left.

“What?” Kiara nearly dropped the plate she was drying.

“JJ told me all about his plans. Getting out of here for a while will be good for him!” She waved a hand over her shoulder, dismissing Kiara’s shocked expression. “He talks to me, too, you know? Always has.”

Kiara chuckled lightly, “So even though he and I broke up, he never broke up with y’all?”

“You shouldn’t have broken up with him.”

Kiara’s heart stopped for a moment, as she processed what her mother had said. “What do you mean?” She started slowly. “I thought you didn’t approve of me dating someone from the Cut.”

Anna sighed, setting down a half-washed pan. She turned to her daughter. “Your dad and I always wanted what was best for you. We thought that meant college, a solid career, marrying up. But we realized recently that that is never what life’s about.” She reached out and took Kiara’s hands, tears starting to shine in her eyes. “Your dad was from the Cut. When we first got married, we had nothing except each other but being with him was the best decision I ever made. He made me happy. I think I made him happy, too.”

“You definitely made him happy, Mom. But JJ and I fought all the time, we couldn’t sort things out.”

Anna scoffed, “Your dad and I fought, too. Fights happen, but you have to realize you’re not fighting each other, you’re a team fighting the problem. Once you figure that out, you can work through anything.”

Kiara shook her head, but she had a soft smile on her lips. “Mom, I just don’t know.”

Anna smiled, tearfully. “That is what life’s about. Nobody knows! What really matters is who is there to walk with you in the unknown. Who is there for you when you need them? Through the good and the bad. Your dad was that person for me.” She paused and looked at Kiara meaningfully, “So I’ll ask again: are you going with him?”

She shouldn’t, but while considering all of this somehow she felt freer. Her father had just died, she should still be mourning him, and yet she knew that he wouldn’t want her to wallow - she had to pick herself up. You knew this was coming, she heard his voice in her head. She hoped she would never forget what that voice sounded like. You knew I was going. Now that I’m gone, you’re free to live your life again. Live it, Kiara.

JJ finished buying his ticket for the ferry. It was cold out, more snow on its way. He had some time to kill before loading up his truck, but not much. He double-checked the straps on his luggage in the bed of the truck and was just beginning to contemplate how to pass the time when he heard his name being called. He turned to see Kiara running toward him, backpack bouncing wildly on her back. She was all flushed cheeks and shining eyes and curls tumbling around her shoulders.

“I broke up with Fern,” her words came out in a rush as she drew near him before he could even greet her. “I broke up with her months ago.”

“O-okay,” JJ replied, heart pounding. A million thoughts ran through his mind. He had just seen Kiara, why hadn’t she mentioned it then? Or before then? Why had she come all the way here to tell him that?

“And I’m coming with you,” she continued.

“What?” JJ wasn’t one to be lost for words, but he couldn’t say anything else.

“You make me happy. When the world went to shit you were the one person I wanted to know was safe. You were there for me and my whole family in the darkest few months of our lives and you really cared about us. I don’t care that we fought or that we will fight because being with you makes me happier than I ever thought possible.”

If she was going to say anything else, her words were swallowed up when he kissed her, hands cupping her cold cheeks. “I love you,” he said when she pulled back to breathe. “I never stopped. I didn’t know how to fight for you, how to stay, but I’ll do better. I can be better.”

She pressed another kiss to his lips. “Shut up, we’ll figure it out. We can do it right this time.”

Sometimes things die. It’s a sad cycle. The brightest fires turn cold and gray. But with time, new sparks can settle in that bed of ash. With care a new fire can start, burning brighter than before. So, even though things sometimes die, sometimes those dead things lead to an even more beautiful beginning.

#obx #outer banks #jiara #jj x kiara #angst #tw: current events #set in 2020 #jj maybank #kiara carrera #tw: minor character death #big sad #fics with liv #tw: cancer

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years ago

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We All Have Those Up And Down Days....Right?

today hasn’t been perfect, well last month wasn’t perfect either....

and March was just so freaking awful.

even if I did change my tumblr username from

mythicalmarvelgirlnerd to floweytheflower-of-deltarune

(because I didn’t want a misunderstanding after I found another tumblr with the name “Mythical Marvel.” and we all know how misunderstandings can be at times.)

but I am thinking of changing the tumblr username again.

I mean I can still have the whole Deltarune thing that has to do with the tumblr home being “Delta-Flowey The Flower”

I still plan to go another round with Chapter 2 of Deltarune.

also I have a headcanon theory that Kris has three souls in them.

one being their own, which I believe might be a light turquoise color,

the red soul being the player (and the Undertale’s red soul might be the players too.)

and the third soul being the Knight, which I believe is a Monster’s Soul if it turns out the Knight is a monster.

I think the Knight’s Soul would be a Dark Purple color.

i believe that all the naughty and even dark pranks that Kris did before that we heard from others that have done (even if the Player had just got there in Chapter 1)

was all the work of the Knight, who had made Kris do pranks against their will before we the players even showed up.

even if in the game, it is said that Kris’s choices don’t matter.

but I think even if we do control Kris in the game, it might be nice if their choices did matter so long as we let it happen.

like if when the choices pop-up, it has colors on the words

and what Kris would want to pick comes out as a light turquoise color.

if we pick another choice that isn’t the light turquoise color, it wouldn’t be Kris’s choice.

in theory, before the Player’s Red Soul came along....

Kris’s life might of been already miserable, which might of been the cause of the Knight....who was possibly the real culprit in the certain dark pranks that “Kris” pulled before.

but since the Player came into the picture, we keep them safe.....at least until the end of each chapters where the Knight will take control of Kris’s body.

it might be possible that if the “heart” is not in the middle when the choices pop up and it is on the left or right side, it could be Kris’s choice and if we choose the opposite of what they want, it might make them unhappy.

the Red Soul that is us the Players, should see it as a symbiotic bond.

we might of not truly had that with Frisk,

it might be possible that Frisk might of been one of the discarded vessels that ended up in the Undertale Universe.

but we know that it is possible that the Red Soul we see at the start of the Undertale game........was never Frisk or Chara’s but it belong to the Player.

which is us, those who have been playing both Undertale and Deltarune.

it be nice I could play Adventure Quest Worlds, well I did try to do so today but whatever update they did....and me not having played in a while....tried to put my hero’s name and password and didn’t work.

maybe I should just leave it alone for right now.

and if it comes down to it, I guess I will have to make a new one....possibly.

it be nice if Simpsons just had it’s whole seasons on DVDs and just get cancelled already.....give me my Disenchantment and another Season of Futurama.

I know not everyone is gonna agree, and no one has to....it’s just my feelings.

but it might be better if they stop working on the Simpsons and stop working on a new episode or season of them and just work on the Disenchantment, but make sure to take some breaks to take it easy and not overwork.

plus it is just creepy on how some things are with the Simpsons, with the whole “prediction” thing and I want it to stop....it isn’t even the good kind....unless they showed good ones that I’m not aware of.

but Teen Titans Go will have to stop soon too, for their sake so they do not end up like Spongebob Squarepants....

they just had to keep showing that Marathon for....I think it first started last year....?

the same episodes over and over.....I would understand it if it was on the next day but it was a freaking nightmare for me.

I guess I still like the show, but at the same time it has become a love-hate type thing....

like you love it, but at the same time you hate it because those who are in charge basically broke the marathon and keep doing the same episodes over, over, over and over.

and your family doesn’t have a clue how it makes you feel, and you have to go to another room to get away from that Spongebob show.

I mean I like watching non-stop shows and movies, but that Spongebob Marathon was broken and it was becoming so annoying that it was the same episodes over and over, with very little change.

it even gave me some unpleasant thoughts....which after a while it got better of course.....but I just hope things with the whole Spongebob and Teen Titans Go gets better....

maybe I can just hope things will improve.....

I would still rather have another Season of Wander Over Yonder....

at least that would of been nice, as well as hoping there will be another season of Owl House.

also for the whole “Amazon Prime” to try to do a bit better....

it sucks that Star Vs The Forces Evil is only on the Prime....

it needs to be on DVD or at least Blu-ray.

oh and it isn’t gonna be possible to get one of the seasons of Red Vs Blue I a missing......sure it be a while before the new seasons get on DVD/Blu-Ray,

but those seasons will be worth the wait.

the season I am missing, is being sold on “prime” but I know it ain’t gonna be on the DVD/Blu-ray where it will come to your door in a package.

so I will have to wait until the DVD/Blu-Ray version is restocked......which might be a very.........VERY long wait.....

at least the new My Little Pony G5 Movie made me feel happy.

it was pretty awesome, and no one got turned into scapegoat-stone by Discord and the Sun & Moon Princesses.

as much as I still love those three, it was still messed up what happen.

this is why the Element of Empathy is needed.

even if my Mom pointed out some good parts of Prime, it does seem to have it’s down side in my point of view....

maybe things will get better with it, I don’t know.....guess have to wait and see.

I was doing okay while watching the new MLPG5 Movie....

but then ended up having a down day.

your day can go both ways, going up and down, up and down....

it happens......one can only hope for more better days.

at least I’m feeling a bit more better now...

and I hope some of you agree with my theory

that Kris has three souls in them,

the first one being theirs, the second one being the knight who has been making their life miserable (before the Player shows up) and the third soul being the Player.

and it is possible that the red soul in Undertale, is the Player’s Soul

and was never Frisk’s Soul in the first place.

the trait of the soul is unknown, but in the Fanon it is Determination.

cause that is what Fans have assumed it was the name of the Red Soul.

which can still be used in the Fanon Timelines and AUs.

I hope that the Cuphead Show starts soon....but it might be possible it wont happen until next year.....

not sure the whole Cuphead having a crush on King Dice is true or not.

but if what someone on Youtube said is true, then I guess it could be true.....or it might not be....

if it were true, it be like Semi-Canon which it is a one-sided attraction and the other side doesn’t return the feelings.

I wonder if it be funny if the song “you spin me right round.” plays

while ya slap King Dice’s head round and keep it spinning while the song plays.

if the Devil owns King Dice’s Contract as well as the contracts of the other employees that work at the casino.....

if I lick one of the contracts,

would that mean I own the contracts and their souls...?

it be like “I licked the contract, so now I own their soul.”

which would be very weird and funny.....

give me Mr. Wheezy’s contract so the deed may be done. XD

#up and down days #deltarune theory #Undertale theory #talking about feelings

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ghoulcouriersix · 4 years ago

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Happy Together

Pairing: Female V/Gustavo Orta

Characters: Fem V, Gustavo Orta, Johnny Silverhand.

Tags: Angst/Hurt, Comfort, depression, loss, death, grief/mourning, Johnny is a sweetheart deep down, best friends.

Summary: Cherry shows a piece of her past to Johnny, opening up old wounds in the process. Johnny shows his soft side even if it's only for a little while (this is NOT canon to Cherry's story just a little AU)

The drive up to The Columbarium is always a tough one. On typical sad days it always rains but this time the blistering heat of the sun makes Cherry's skin melt and stick to the leather of her car seat. The mumbling of the radio a pleasant distraction as the looming dread of those tall pillars comes into view.

"The fuck are we doing here?" Johnny glitches into existence in the backseat making the woman jump.

"Just paying a visit, why are you back there anyway"

Johnny leans over, pointing to the flowers resting in the passenger seat.

"Don't wanna sit on em"

"Well look at you being thoughtful for once" Cherry scoffs

"I know better than to disrespect the dead, you know me better than that" he declares as the car rolls to a stop. Her hands grip hard to the steering wheel.

"You can stay in the car Johnny I know this shit isn't your thing"

"You're obviously here to see someone I'm not stupid, you need me and I'm here, always. You know that"

Who knew this parasite that wormed his way into her head had a heart, even if he's slowly killing her, Johnny is.. something else. There's no romantic attachment but the idea of being alone, no Johnny to wake up to, his snarky comments or the fact he's always there when she needs him. All alone. That made a pit swill in her stomach. She knows at the end of the day it's either him or her but as the days pass by it's getting harder to make that fucking decision.

"Thank you Johnny, really. I would" she pauses "I really need you"

"Anytime kid" he then flicks out of existence with a smile.

Her lips itch for a cigarette as the anxiety builds in her stomach, anything to taste the burn of nicotine on her tongue as it fills her lungs full of cancer and satisfaction.

Peeling herself out of the car still fighting the urge for a smoke. Flowers in one hand anger in the other, she walks up the stairs, her heels clicking on the spotless tiles. The silence is deafening, feels like the whole world is zoomed in on her like this is some game. Such a fucking funny game.

She grips the flowers hard as the faint sound of crying comes into earshot. She rushes by quickly ignoring the tears already burning in the back of her eyes, rounding a corner the crying dies down as her destination comes into view. Biting her lip hard she stands face to wall.

"Hey Gustavo, I missed you" her lips twitch.

Gustavo Orta, the man you always could rely on. Rest in peace.

She sits crossed legs facing the blue plaque. A lonely pot of wilting flowers lean against the wall along with half melted candles, she reaches out and touches the petals gently. Dry but soft.

"I'm sorry the heat got to you so badly, Gustavo would flip if he saw this" she chuckles through the pain as she collects the water jug next to the pot and watches the water slowly trickle down the flower into the soil.

She sets the new flowers next to old, the comparison between the two is too hard to ignore. One discoloured, brittle, starved the other fresh, lively, perky. It reminds her of herself in a way.

"Who's this?" Johnny squats into view pointing at the wall "brother, friend, boyfriend?"

"Husband actually" she looks at Johnny with a small smile and also a little humoured seeing him so taken back.

"You? Married? You don't look like the marrying type Isabella wait sorry Cherry"

"No, call me Isabella please" she corrects him.

Silence falls between the two, it's awkward the kind of tense that you wish something would happen to break the ice.

"How'd he, you know, don't have to tell me like" he moves into a side sitting position.

"Some Merc zeroed him, had a hit on his head because of a rumour of all things. Saw him with a girl of the opposite family, dad got jealous and tried to have him killed but she got the bullet instead so they sent in a reliable Merc. Grabbed him when he was alone and yea. Had to go identify the body they fucked him up so bad. Not the way you wanna remember your husband's face" she falls silent as the tears threaten to break free.

"Shit, I'm sorry kid I know this sorta stuff I hard to go through, lost someone special to me too so you're not alone"

"Doesn't get easier does it?"

He replies to her question with a sorrowful head shake.

"I thought as much, he would've liked you, he had a thing for assholes with a soft center" she laughs as her head rests on his shoulder. He smelled like cigarettes with a mix of sweat and cologne.

"Of course he would've what's not to like about me, everyone warms up to eventually even you" he huffs out as laugh when she jabs his side.

"Wanna smoke?" She looks up at him, his eyes glued to the wall with an unreadable expression.

"Light em up, I'm itching for one. I can feel your eagerness too" she shuffles in her jacket pocket feeling the paper of the cigarette dancing across her knuckles.

Man did it feel good to have that burn in her lungs again, the sweet dull taste washing over her tongue like a tsunami. She remembers how Gustavo's lips used to taste. A kiss so hypnotic it drove her crazy. Soft dreamy hair she ran her fingers through every morning, his gentle touch that made her blush and squirm in all the right ways. She's a complicated woman with two sides. One reserved, hidden away the other outgoing, bubbly and loyal and it made her feel exposed the way he'd crack open her personality and see a side only he got to see.

"So tell me about him, what was he like as a husband?" his hand gently runs up and down her back.

"The best, the fact he had to run a whole gang under his belt but never raised his voice or his hand to me or anyone close to him, sure he got irritated, work got him down and he may have snapped at his members sometimes but he was always smiling and laughing while having that charming sarcastic personality. He was..the best I could've asked for" the tears break through the barriers and run down her cheeks. Dripping on her hands.

"Hey, no tears. We'll get the guy who killed your husband alright? He took something away from you, something important and yea we may have hated each other's guts at one point but Arasaka can wait. You're more important right now" his arm pulls her into his chest gently

"I've got you kid, it's okay. I'm here" he says soothingly as her hands grip onto his tank top. His chest is the perfect pillow to bury her face in and just let it all out. His arms wrap around her body tightly, covering her with his body.

"Thank you Johnny out of all the people's heads you could've infected I'm glad it was mine" she laughs while she wipes her tears away.

"You're welcome sweetheart, you owe me a new tank top though, got your snot n' tears all over me"

"Yea I um maybe blew my nose on you while I was there" she bats her eyelashes at him in a puppy like fashion

"Disgusting, you're not crying on me ever again" he wipes at his shirt with a annoyed look in his eyes

"Fine, I'll just do it again when you're not looking. Now" she stands and stretches with a yawn "let's get the fuck out of here, I've let all my sad bitch out for the day"

"I'm gonna nap in the car, think I earned it after all that" he glitches next to her with a smirk

"Okay. Deal. Now get your ass in the car before I change my mind"

"Will do princess" he salutes as he fades back into nothingness.

She quickly bends down, kissing her fingers and pressing it against the plaque. Saying goodbye will always make the hole of loneliness in her heart grow, threatening to swallow her whole but she's got shit to do.

"Sleep well baby, I'll be seeing you soon" she whispers, walking away from The Columbarium once again, Like history on a never-ending painful loop. Stay strong tomorrow is a new day.

End notes: thank you sm for reading my sad bitch shit. I promise next one is gonna be a lot happier and fluffier :3

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk #female v #fanfiction #mine #Gustavo Orta #spotify #comfort #deprssion #loss #angst #best friends #Fem V/Gustavo Orta

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the-cookie-of-doom · 4 years ago

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we need more of vampire mitch and blood whore stiles hc plzzz!

Oho! What a delightful ask to wake up to, bc as I'm sure you know, this is one of my favorite dynamics between them >: )

The first HC is just Accepted Vampire Canon, which is that vampire bite = Horny. The way I write it, vampires have venom (which can be milked like a snake, and I have an AU where it's sold as a black market drug by hunters.) Their saliva has an anticoagulant like vampire bats to make sure the blood keeps flowing, the venom keeps their prey pliant and willing, and they an use their blood to speed up healing if it gets into a human's wound.

Second, no matter what, Stiles is really into it. He's 100% horny on main for vampires, and will gladly offer himself up anytime. Sometimes for horny reasons, sometimes for Addicted reasons.

Lots of times I start it out with Mitch viewing Stiles like a pet. His cute little walking talking snack pack. A gerbil-shaped capri sun. It's a little (or sometimes a Lot) condescending. Stiles starts out as a convenient meal and easy sex, but eventually he worms his way into Mitch's cold dead heart.

Also I love the idea that the older a vampire is, the less they feel. It's not that they can't feel, it's just that everything is dulled. Especially for Mitch who already cuts himself off from everyone. He's cold, but he can still be thawed out by the right person, essentially "woken up". The feeling can come back, it just takes a lot of strong feelings to do it, which is something I explored in one of my AUs. (Mitch didn't even realize how much Stiles meant to him until he was being threatened by Ronnie, who thinks Mitch is pathetic for falling in love with a human.)

So I've got a few different AUs, some nicer than others.

Crimson Kiss

it's a Vampires (and other superaturals) Are Known situation. There are a number of vampire bars around the city that double as blood donation centers, were humans can go to give blood and be paid for it. Stiles does it for some extra spending money, but he also gets a little too into the vampire venom party favors they send him home with (intended to keep humans hooks and coming back for more; the venom is what has the aphrodisiac effect, and taking it is like taking a tab of ecstasy except 10x better.)

In this one, Stiles eventually decided to start going to the bar itself to meet a real vampire: Mitch. They start up a recurring thing, where Stiles comes back every week or so and lets Mitch feed on him, even though he knows it's dangerous. (Scott is pissed when he finds out where Stiles has been sneaking off to Friday night, and reminds him humans go missing from those bars all the time, and wind up dead in a ditch somewhere.)

Vampire Academy AU

May or may not have been my first incarnation of this, but it's def where the bloodwhore dynamic originated! Mitch is the moroi, and Stiles is his dhampir-in-training. While they're on the run Mitch obviously still needs blood, so he feeds on Stiles, even though it's ~taboo~. Then they eventually end up back in school together, and even though he doesn't have to anymore, Mitch keeps coming back for more. Then he gets jealous when someone else finds out what they were doing, and wants to feed on Stiles, too. That's not gonna fly, because Stiles belongs to him.

Then I switch it up a little and have Stiles drink Mitch's blood. It's not something he needs to do as he's only half-vampire, and technically still human. But it still has the same effect on both of them, and Mitch is way more into it than he probably should be.

Much Older AU, so old it doesn't even have a name

I take it back, this was my first blood whore idea (still came after i saw Vampire Academy though). Mitch is a little bit Damon-esque, maybe more later season where he's not so blatantly evil. Could also be a Lestat comparison based on what i know of IWAV, but I haven't seen/read it, so who knows.

Anyway. Starts out the same as Crimson Kiss, except vampires are not known. Mitch just uses college/goth bars as his hunting grounds, where there are plenty of drunk 20-somethings who think they want to meet a vampire. One night he meets Stiles, and takes him as his victim for the night.

Stiles is really depressed after his father's death in this fic, and there's some self-harm. When he meets Mitch, he thinks Mitch is going to kill him, but is disappointed when he doesn't. But he keeps coming back for more, and being Mitch's blood whore gives him some sense of purpose, even though he knows it's not at all an equal, or even healthy relationship.

Like, feel free to send me all the asks about this, but I am 100% a slut for Vampire Mitch, all day every say, 24/7/365 (Also sorry, I don't think I really did much for the headcanons, I need some specific questions to give better answers 😅)

#cookie writes #I'm p sure I have like 6 or more vampire AUs #but these are what came to mind #stitch

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akegatacchi · 5 years ago

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Sense8 AU!aftg

In the honor of absolutlynothing I’ve decided to put out there one of the many au I have on my phone and archive it there

Big shout out to @a-m-peengoo and @bluesuederose for participating in this mess with genius lines and always be there to bear my 36 ideas per hour. We did a masterpiece girls.

Here we go it’s gonna be long

The cluster:

Kevin: Nomi. He’s just a fuckin hacker who’s running away from his family (riko). When he’s bored, he spends nights crashing the Pentagon system for fun, and makes every screen in the White House play Best Exy Actions Compilation (the longest and hardest part is choosing one compilation to play).

Dan: Will. One of them have to keep them under control. Plus, Dan with a gun i can’t even-

Matt: Riley. Soft, blue strand of hair, a heart of gold, maternal. As a DJ. Yes. SO SOFT (he still knows how to box)

Allison: Capheus. Listen. Imagine Allison in high heels, skin tight leather pants, driving a bus. Also, a F1 pilot champion who can drive anything (even if it’s the first time)

Andrew: Wolfgang. Duh. Do I need to explain myself. Just think abt him saying “This is Berlin. Those are my people. And we go to our knees for no one”.Boy he does NOT like this situation, at all. Will keep the others out with sheer willpower and no blockers. The cluster’s deadliest weapon. PLUS HELLO???? ANDREW IN A PASTEL PINK BOMBER SHOOTING ON A HELICOPTER WITH A BAZOOKA????

Aaron: Felix? Sorta? not a senseate but a great doctor. Senses bullshit and when someone is in Andrew’s body real quick (Andrew: says more than 2 sentences and is pleasant. Aaron:.....who’s that bitch where is my brother) . Later helps to manufacture blockers.

Neil: Kala. A pharmacist that uses his skill for arson and may or may not be running away from mafia/family matter and currently hiding in India. Him saying “Bring it, bitch” to Riko is my sexuality and Andrew’s. Can create explosives from a Fanta can and spices I mean it’s already canon in aftg. (plus andreil would work even better bc technically Neil can’t even touch Andrew for real)

Nicky: Lito. The drama, the sass. Also the scene where he discovers the Twinyard in Germany are his cousins would be hilarious. The scene where Lito seduces the nurse but with Nicky (“engaging into heterosexual activity? me????”) or the scene where Lito screams in the museum but with Nicky

Erik as Hernando. That’s it that’s the post.

Renee: Sun. I mean, a korean fighter lady in prison trying to be a better person and had a silent bffs relationship with a german gangster? Come on. Also. Allison in a bus and Renee doing art martials stuff.

Riko: whispers i guess he can eat Allison’s high heels

Now the ~scenes~ (it’s just shitposting):

Aaron, on the verge on several break downs: wait so you have like … DJ Blue Matt and F1 pilot Allison Reynolds in your head? since when? ANDREW SINCE WHE-

Neil: what’s a better use of a multiple thousands dollars education than precise arson?????

Aaron: why does your boyfriend always end up burning things up?

Andrew: he lits up my heart as well

Aaron: FOR FUCK SAKE

Kevin, shocked and betrayed: is there a better sport than exy?

Aaron and Allison: YEAH A REALLY GOOD CAR RACE

Allison: you’re - you’re like the spirit of Lucy Liu. In Charlie’s Angels. I watch it once a day. Renee:.....that’s sweet actually :)

Neil: does a molotov cocktail

Matt: I tHoUgHt yOu wErE a PhArMaCiSt

Neil: Yes? That’s PHYSICS

Matt: no that’s ARSON NEIL

Alternative:

Kevin: breaks into the Pentagon virtually

Neil: breaks into the Pentagon physically

Matt, again: i thought you were a PHARMACIST!!!! Neil: Yes I am??? That’s irrelevant

A senseate sibling, escaping, grabbing a vehicle at random: someone knows how to drive that?

Allison, in stilettos : no, but I sure will soon

Just Allison driving Renee around to fight people

Everytime someone mocks a senseate sibling Neil or Nicky shows up to roast them. Sometimes they do it both at the same time. It’s apocalyptic. The sass. The drama.

They can also bullshit their way out of any situation. Neil is such a smooth liar and Nicky is just ridiculous. The FBI agent charged to arrest them somehow ends up crying abt childhood trauma while hugging a teddy bear.

Neil, caught in the act of making a string of explosives by the FBI guy: uuuuuuh….Nicky?

Nicky, currently dealing with a white mom in retail: somehow convince the FBI to buy christmas lights

(Yes Nicky works in retail bc his family cut ties with him but he hopes to be an actor.ON BROADWAY)

(From retail to actor to cluster negotiator real quick)

A fuckin moron to Allison: a hottie like you driving a bus? what is this, hooker on wheels?

Neil: please let me have this one

Allison: seats back and enjoys Neil roasting him

Nicky: brings the popcorn

Nicky, to the FBI guy: You can’t arrest me Daryl I’m your long lost little brother

The FBI guy, a white man: My name is not Daryl Neil: THAT’S WHAT THEY WANT YOU TO BELIEVE

The FBI guy, texting Neil (don’t ask): I guess I’m still in love with my ex

Nicky: aaaaaw we have to help this sweetheart

Neil: do you want me to burn his current boyfriend’s car, buddy?

(Nicky: DON’T REMIND HIM THAT HE’S SUPPOSED TO ARREST US)

A fuckin homophobe: ready to get your ass kicked, faggot?

Andrew: appears through Nicky

Nicky, smiling: fuck yeah, baby

Andrew, between two bazooka shot, to Neil: we’re nothing

Nicky, through Andrew, all cheery: Hi!!!! :D

(Aaron jumps like a scared cat)

Andrew: ready to kill ppl for mafia business

All the senseate siblings in the back minus Renee, eating popcorn and enjoying the show: Kick ass, Drew!

Andrew, on the hospital bed: has an emotional moment with Aaron

Aaron: sir or ma'am, idk who you are but it’s family only, I will ask you, as his doctor, to leave my brother’s body

Aaron: Andrew is2g if you’re making psychic love to that fuckin red hair rn i will-

Andrew each time a senseate is hurt: Aaron it’s for you

(Just Aaron doing med tutorials for a whole cluster while Andrew repeats it with a bored tone to everyone)

(Aaron, sighs: it is Neil again? Just let him bleed for a few minutes)

Neil, making bomb with kitchen stuff: If it means losing you then no

Andrew, falling in love: oh

Bad guy: You have no weapon, blondie!

Allison, with Renee and Dan behind her: Think again, sweetheart

They made a little “honorary cluster member” badge to Aaron (he does not cry STFU NEIL)

Dan and Neil both knows by heart the laws of different countries…..for very different reasons.

Luther: humiliates Nicky once again

Renee: calmly breaks his hand at dinner while smiling like an angel, all the while stopping Andrew from killing him with the other hand

Neil, a pharmacist: blowing shit up and arson

Aaron, a doctor, watching him: yk what hold my beer I know several ways to stop a man’s heart

The whole “You don’t know how to use a gun” “No, but you do” with andreil or matt and dan

Just Drew and Renee kicking some mafia asses together as buddies

(While Neil blows some shit up in the background and Allison/Nicky cheer)

Matt has the perfect ear too

Him and Kevin are the remote operation/communication team but one day all the fighters/criminals of the cluster are busy so they both start to fight as well and fuck they are good at it

Nicky: I expected this from Biceps Matt but Kevin??? You can land a kick like that???

Kevin, outraged: I WENT TO THE EXY OLYMPICS WHEN I WAS 16

Speaking of Kevin, they all call him “nerd” or “einstein”

Allison: so the nerd can fight uh

Aaron, counting down on his fingers: so you have F1 Pilot Superstar Allison Reynolds, former gold medalist and tech genius Kevin Day, a human diapason, a multilingual arsonist, World no.1 Taekwondo Champion Renee Walker, a cop, an actor…..what are you there for??

Andrew, literally a mafia king:....ice cream and crime?

Neil to Andrew, after the whole debacle with his father is out: You did know there were mafia out of Germany too, right?

Andrew: I can’t even have that for myself fuck this family

Dan, every time before each “mission”: okay guys I know we need to do it but I’d like to remind ALL of you *looks pointly at Neil and Andrew* it’s STILL illegal and morally dubious

Neil: …….like I said to Nicky, irrelevant *without missing a beat blows up the entire building and puts on stolen Gucci shades*

Alternative:

Neil: ok saint theresa why were you the one to suggest we explode Riko’s brain off then

Dan: ...don’t turn the conversation around me it’s about you

Allison “guess we’re detourning a place next” Reynolds and Kevin “It’s not that hard to pilot” Day

(Kevin: But why are you on a plane to Russia? I thought you were in India last time?

Neil:....don’t ask)

Aaron to Andrew, where they are trapped and betrayed: your boyfriend wouldn’t happen to know how to poison a whole room with gaz?

Neil: I was born for this moment

(Andrew: just bc you’re my brother doesn’t mean you have the right to dirty talk my boyfriend)

Andrew: be gay, do crime and eat ice cream

Nicky: AND BLOW NEIL’S D-

(before they know abt Neil’s past, when Andrew is angsty bc he caught feelings)

Andrew: You shouldn’t get close to me, it’s dangerous, i’m mafia

Neil: oh haven’t you heard-

Jeremy, bouncing out of nowhere: Hey Kev ! Love how you BI-nary code ahah have you heard of the ARCHIPELAGO

Neil, sipping tea: so my father is the Butcher

Matt: okokokok coolcoolcoolcool yk what arson doesn’t sound like a bad idea after all

(this one is not funny sorry) but Neil taking over each time someone is hurt bc he is used to deal with it

“Give the pain to me”

Andrew and Aaron like to fuck around a lot with the whole sensate stuff (since only one of them is a sensate)

Bad guy: only one of you is a sensate, which one is it?

Twinyard, in a perfect and flat tone: try to guess

A bad guy is spying on Andrew and waiting to kill him in Germany, via a cam, thinking he’s safe BUT SUPRISE MOTHERFUCKER it was aaron dressed as Andrew in a mafia meeting and now you have to deal with a 5 feet tall mafia boy

For real tho they are a little protective of the normal doctor who heal them every time (yes even Neil but don’t tell him) so you bet something like that happens one day:

Aaron: comes home from work angry

Andrew, cleaning up blood or counting money: whassup shithead?

Aaron: There’s this older doctor he’s great and all but he’s a fuckin asshole to me he belittles me everyday bc i’m young and we lost a patient today bc he rathers humiliate me than let me save him

Andrew, a dangerous glint in his eyes and a whole cluster behind him: oh?

Kevin, opens his computer and digs up dirt on him: give me a sec

Allison: I can roll over him with my truck

Neil: there is so many ways to mix two meds and kills him ON ACCIDENT

Dan: let’s see how he deals in prison

Nicky: oh this is going to be fun

Kevin, reciting facts like he’s reading a grocery list: so yeah he smuggles meds from the hospital so local drug dealers, illegally sells meds for himself on the black market, does tax evasion, is friend with a local senator and both of them are involved with minors….i have already several reservation at X hotel btw and cases of work harassment on nurses and interns, threats to others older doctors in serve, and OH. OH. We have a spanking kink on our hands too.

Every members of the cluster, turning to Nicky and Neil:....go wild

Nicky, giggling: not that’s it’s a shame when it’s consensual but not here so - let’s start with the spanking :D

Neil: Can I make him cry

No violence is used but the doctor is found on the floor drowning in his own tears after a few minutes and after an hour he’s resigned and leaving the country

Andrew was dressed as Aaron for that (that being: smuggling Neil and Nicky into the hospital to meet the doctor through him) and sends him a selfie of a 5 feet surgeon and the man crying on the floor

It’s their best memory as a family (Aaron hates Neil a little less after that)

Neil to Nicky: why did you stop me from pushing towards suicide??? He’s gonna do that in another country

(Kevin: no if I can help it)

Nicky: bc we don’t do that to people!

Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Allison:...........right

Neil: killing even indirectly is no good but destroying their life and humiliating them publically is good?

Nicky: YES!

Matt and Dan: WAIT NO

(Allison: don’t brother Neil you’ll just hurt your head)

(Neil, close to tears: but...but...but arson?? Andrew, with knives out: alright fuckers who broke his heart?)

Matt and Dan bc they’re fuckin weak to Neil: ITS OK BUDDY ARSON IS GOOD

I have to end on this note:

Storyline wise, Neil would have make the perfect Wolfgang too….if Wolfgang was a twink.

#aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #andreil #hc #hcs #headcanon #headcanons #sense8 au #neil josten #andrew minyard #aaron minyard #dan wilds #matt boyd #reene walker #allison reynolds #kevin day #nicky hemmick #all for the game

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nellie-elizabeth · 4 years ago

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Supernatural: Despair (15x18)

I'm having an out of body experience, I cannot believe this. Last night was legitimately one of the weirdest nights of my life, and not just because of *gestures broadly* but also because of *gestures broadly* and myriad other small but still totally bizarre personal things coming at me from all angles... strap in, y'all, I've got some shit to say.

Cons:

We're gonna talk about it. Ohhhh, we're gonna talk about it. But let's start with some other shit before we get there.

So... are we ignoring "Dean was willing to let Jack sacrifice himself" or something? Like there was that moment with Sam and Dean where they talked about it, and Dean apologizes for pulling a gun on Sam, and Sam is like "oh it's okay Dean, no worries." But at the beginning of this episode, Dean seems to be just as worried for Jack, and as protective of him, as the others, with absolutely no acknowledgment of what happened in the last episode. This... should have mattered. There should have been some regrouping and some serious talks about this. Seriously.

The Thanos snap thing... guys, when Infinity War did it in 2018, it was kind of fun and shocking and cool, and we knew the deaths wouldn't be permanent but it was still wild to watch our heroes react to such an immense loss and then leave us all in limbo for a year. This... is not that. The sheer tone-deafness of having this episode contain a moment of domesticity for AU!Charlie and her cool egg-making girlfriend Stevie, only to have Stevie vanish... and then to end the episode with the biggest queer-bait/bury your gays moment imaginable... like...

Okay, sorry, no, saving the Destiel thing until I've sorted out the rest of this nonsense. The point is, seems pretty clear that the deaths in this episode (other than Cas') are temporary, and Supernatural already has the biggest power creep problem of any show I've ever seen... they really couldn't think of another way to up the stakes for the ending, other than doing the thing where everyone gets killed? Didn't... Crowley... already do this to them several seasons back? Am I hallucinating? There's nothing new under the sun with this show.

Why does this show introduce things and resolve them in a single episode? Like, big, huge things? We just figured out Death was trying to double-cross them, and now by the end she's dead? This show either limps along and does nothing, or speeds through plot stuff at lightning-speed. These last two episodes were big and dramatic and full of Plot but in a way where it all feels kind of unreal. Pacing issues like whoa.

And speaking of. Ahem. Okay. Let's... let's do this. I have some things about the Destiel scene that I'm going to put in the "pros" section below, and hopefully as you read on you'll understand why it's really hard for me to be black and white about it. If I had to, if I had to determine whether I am "happy" or "sad" or "grateful" or "angry" I'd say... sad and angry, 97%? Like? Let's dive in, here.

Setting aside the larger context, a couple of smaller notes:

Acting-wise, what the fuck was Jensen doing in this scene? Misha was acting his whole heart out and Jensen gave him nothing to play off of. I don't understand how Jensen accidentally played Dean so obviously in love with Cas all this time, and then in this moment, no-homo'd it so fucking hard. Even the stage directions in the script page that was floating around said that Dean didn't reciprocate. That's dumb, like, in a shipping sense it's disappointing, but also... Dean, what was your face doing while Cas gave his whole monologue about how amazing you are? What a great and loving man you are? Even if he hadn't ended the whole thing by saying "I love you" and then dying right in front of your eyes, surely you would have been feeling some kind of way about the whole situation?

Also, the scene was shot so awkwardly, there was too much space between them, and then Cas pushes Dean out of the way and he just sits there on the floor with Pikachu-face while The Empty opens up and takes Death and Cas away, making these weird shocked noises... Supernatural often has awkward pacing when dramatic things are happening in action scenes, where certain people have to stand still like it's not their turn on the initiative order in a D&D fight or something, and this was one of the more embarrassing and awkward examples of that.

Cas' deal with The Empty has not been brought up practically since it happened. Cas has been sidelined as a character a lot this season, the past couple seasons, really, but we had this hanging over our heads, right? When Cas says "I've figured it out, true happiness isn't in having, it's just in saying it", the moment doesn't really work on a character level, because we didn't get to see Cas do any of that figuring out. We didn't know he was curious about his true happiness, we didn't know it was an internal struggle/debate for him, wondering what it could be. A lot of Destiel people wanted it to be Dean confessing his love to Cas, and that being the true happiness... but of course that would never happen in a million years. Others thought it would be "yay we defeated the big evil, we can all be a happy family together," oh snap, I'm too happy, goodbye. Which would have been... weirdly anticlimactic, but at least would have made some level of narrative sense. This idea that telling Dean how he feels would bring Cas peace is... well, it's okay, it's fine in isolation, but there's no buildup to it, no tension to his moment of "realization."

And now to fry some bigger fish...

Let's forget about the fact that we never thought this would happen to begin with. Is it actually... worse that it did? Seriously, queer angel man confesses his love to stoic human man who stands there without making a single expression, and the act of confessing said love, knowing it's not reciprocated, knowing he won't get to be with Dean or even be near him ever again, is enough to make Castiel so truly happy that he's willing to die peacefully and forever, all in the act of saving Dean's life? Is that not... like... textbook homophobia? People toss around "bury your gays" a lot and I think what they're missing is that the trope doesn't automatically apply just because a queer character dies. It means a queer character dies because of their queerness, or they are revealed to be queer but can't get any measure of happiness and then they die immediately. This is textbook that. The act of confessing his GAY LOVE is what KILLED CAS. It's a one-to-one sequence of events. It's not a coincidence that Cas died right after saying this. Saying this is what made him die. That's... appalling. Truly, in a very real sense, it's appalling.

Another thing I haven't seen people talk about much is the manufactured nature of this sacrifice. We just found out Billie was going to turn on them at the end of the last episode. If Cas was going to die in a sacrifice-y way, did it have to happen now when Billie was basically just knocking on the door trying to get at Dean for a last-minute revenge thing, even though Billie was already at death's door? This was so contrived, like, can Cas not whoosh them away to somewhere else? Keep them running until Billie succumbs? I get that it wouldn't have been easy, and maybe Billie could have caught up to them anyway, but my point is, they manufactured this moment to be "the only way" that Dean could survive, making Cas' sacrifice so noble and necessary or whatever... but I was sitting there thinking there's got to be another way. If they'd wanted to write in another way, there could have been. The inevitability felt so very contrived. And, as mentioned, the impact of dying on this show has lost all meaning, so even Billie trying to kill Dean, squeezing his heart in his chest, did absolutely nothing for me. I knew he'd be fine, because there are two more episodes left. And if Cas hadn't been there to do what he did, Dean would still have been fine because he's Dean. Am I making any sense?

We have two more episodes left. I am... fairly confident Misha won't be in those episodes. All context, both within the show and without, points to that. I truly think that after all this time, he gets the only ending in the whole show that's unambiguously unsalvageable and tragic. We have a world where the afterlife exists and people can hang out there, but The Empty is a different beast, and this means Cas is... gone. Permanently. Like, his consciousness no longer exists, he's caput. They could bring him back from The Empty, in fact, they've already done it once... but if they decide not to, that's just... where we leave things, and that's brutal and unnecessarily grim. The other characters, even if we get an end-of-show TPK (which would be STUPID, more on that later), could at least have canon or implied-canon reunions in the afterlife. If we don't see Eileen again, we can get the implied ending of her coming back to life, or Sam dying and joining her in Heaven. Same with Charlie, with Charlie's new girlfriend, with Bobby, with Donna, with every other character that's died along the way, including Mary Winchester and OG Charlie, OG Bobby, whatever you want. The fact that Cas gets this, after everything, is truly the part I'm the most sad about, setting aside love confessions entirely.

So as I said, two more episodes. I'm worried that Cas dying is gonna get swallowed up with everyone dying and not get its due, thus making the confession completely isolated. Like, here you go, gays, have this one scene, which, in isolation is quite heartfelt from Cas' perspective, but can be carefully boxed up and not touched for the last two hours of the show. If they don't want to touch on how this would affect Dean specifically, they don't have to. He can be generally angsty and sad about Cas, but they could get away with never bringing it up again, and that is some grade-A level bullshit right there, my friends. At minimum, Dean needs to tell Sam about this. He probably won't, but he should, if the show has any sense of integrity left in its bones.

Ahem. Like I said, I have... lots of thoughts. More on Destiel later, but let's turn to the "Pros" section and talk about some other aspects of this incredibly crowded episode.

Pros:

Despite my issues with everything that didn't get resolved re: Dean letting Jack die, I did kind of like the "to somehow" scene, because it was a nice little breather for the brothers, it solidified them as being on the same side to the bitter end, that despite all the crazy shit they've been through, that they've put each other through, they'll have this as a bedrock at the end of the day. I'm not a brothers-only sort of fan, at all, in fact, I think a brothers-only ending betrays most of what's beautiful about this show in its good moments. But they are the stars, they are the protagonists, they should be the center of their own story, and I like it when we get check-ins like this, that shows how unshakable they are underneath all the other crap.

Charlie and Stevie... okay, cute that their names are like that, cute that Charlie said: "I liked the way she handled herself" and that's how they got together... eggs are cute, whatever... and if these deaths are impermanent, which... come on... they have to be, I do like that Charlie gets to have a girlfriend and be happy as a hunter and as someone's partner.

I liked the tense car ride with Sam texting Eileen, with Dean, Jack, and Cas all silent in the car with him... that was a nice moment of solidarity, all of them entirely on the same page about being there for Sam and helping Eileen however they could... even knowing the futility. What were they going to do when they got there? That was a great tension-building moment, in isolation, even though the deaths are likely temporary.

Cas and Jack's talk was good, I'll admit I've definitely been won over by Cas and Sam as Jack's dads... Dean too, once upon a time, but dude needs to do some groveling before he gets to be Dad again, seriously. It's nice that in the midst of all the chaos, there was a check-in moment. Jack is the embodiment of a lot of our end-game themes, here. He had a noble destiny to sacrifice himself, and then it fizzled out and didn't work, and now he's just left in the aftermath, not sure what to do with himself. It was important that Cas tell him that Jack is worthy of love and family, even if he's not "useful" in the way he thought he could be. Definitely nice to have that nailed in.

If we're following the Infinity War/Endgame line, the last two episodes will be majority Sam, Dean, and Jack, but at the last moment there will be a way to reverse it, and everyone else will come back in a moment of triumph. But probably not so much Castiel, which... well... see above complaints. The point is, seeing Charlie, Bobby, Donna, Eileen, etc. all burst forth for one final moment of glory could be really cool, if they manage to stick the landing with it. It'll be an incredibly manufactured sense of triumph and nostalgia, but it will probably work on me because it's been... guys, I don't know if you know this, but it's been kind of an emotional year. :)

I will say, working under the assumption that the dead characters will come back, I'm actually oddly... not mad about Donna dying. It was actually a legitimately shocking twist. A rule was set up: if a person had died before and been resurrected, or if a person was from another universe, they could be Thanos snapped by Billie. Makes sense. Sam and Dean are in danger because of all their deaths, Jack and Cas aren't safe for the same reason. Charlie, Bobby, Eileen... sure. But Donna should have been safe, given the parameters we started with.

And then Dean and Cas are confronting Billie, she says she's not killing anyone, we realize it must be Chuck... and then Donna, who isn't from another world, who has never died... GONE. I gasped.

And the hits kept coming... Billie is dying because Dean killed her with that small wound, and didn't even know it. That's another excellent twist. The past two episodes, back to back, have kept me on my toes about who to ultimately be afraid of. Chuck? Billie? The Empty? It's so much better than this slow march to Chuck vs. Sam and Dean that we've been getting all season, even if we do loop around to Chuck again as the final Big Bad.

The Empty is actually quite a complex, interesting idea for a villain, this entity that doesn't get involved in petty squabbles, doesn't have personal vendettas, but actually just wants to sleep and be left alone. Having Meg be the Empty's face here at the end is also a nice touch. I wish we could have had more of this, truthfully, and I'm curious how The Empty will play a role in how things shake out, if at all.

So... I want to go back to something I've been saying these past couple episodes, about how if this show has a grimdark ending, it will be a betrayal of everything they've set up. It will be so stupid that my anger will manifest in yet another round of hysterical giggles. What I suspect is that we'll get something peaceful, something where trauma will linger but people will get to start anew. Maybe Jack creates a new world outside of Chuck's power. Maybe Sam and Dean take over as God and the Darkness, as some people suggested, and Jack is the new Death. Maybe maybe maybe. Bottom line, I could be satisfied with the majority of this ending, and I can even (obliquely, reluctantly) understand that they wanted one final perma-death to really make the stakes feel higher. If they aren't killing off the Winchesters, that leaves Castiel. So what I'm saying in this paragraph is basically that I'm not guaranteed to despise the ending of this show yet. They could still get it right.

God, that sounds pretty bleak, doesn't it?

Before I end this, I want to talk about, as promised, the few Destiel-related points that I'd classify as "pros", albeit with a big asterisk.

First off, Misha clearly found the moment very cathartic, and he pulled out all the stops, and, in isolation, the confession was hella romantic and quite poignant. Without context, just reading these lines? "The one thing I want, it's something I know I can't have" and "because you cared, I cared. I cared about you, I cared about Sam, I cared about Jack, I cared about the whole world because of you..." like, that's some premium content, I won't lie. I also kind of enjoy the idea that Cas finds happiness in saying the words out loud, in being true to who he is. I hate a lot about what happened to Cas here, but if Cas' arc, in its totality, is about embracing humanity, and Dean is the anchor to that, this really does come full circle. He pulled Dean out of Hell, he saved him, he loved him, he'll die for him, and in accepting that love, that human love, he is finally at peace with who he is. Now, mind my comments above, I'm still not happy, but I can see how in one sense, this is narratively poignant. And if others are satisfied with it, I'm happy for them.

(Added bonus, while Jensen's acting was WACK for the majority of that scene, I did like the ending shot, the silence, him not answering Sam's call, crying silently into his hands. That was very nicely shot and acted, I thought.)

Secondly, and this isn't actually praise for the show, it's more a... meta experience? I have to say, the idea that Destiel became sort of canon, but in the most homophobic way possible, in the year 2020, while we're all still waiting for election results to come in is... one of the wildest, most hilarious things to ever have happened to me. I mean it, last night sitting alone in my house I kept cackling loudly to myself, in complete and utter disbelief. I saw Tumblr explode in a way that hasn't happened in years. I was transported back in time nearly a full decade, to the person I was when I started writing these reviews, or even before that, when I was new to Supernatural, new to the whole concept of being truly involved in a fandom.

Here's the thing... I never. Ever. EVER. Thought we would get any sort of textual confirmation. I thought at most, if they went for a happy ending for everyone, we'd get Dean and Cas as hunting partners, and we could all fill in the post-canon gaps. I once told my sister that I'd be happy with a one-sided love confession from Cas to Dean, because that part was practically canon before last night, and in a way, I am happy. I'm happy that this crazy thing actually happened, and if nothing else, all of those clowns can put away their makeup. I was never with them. I never believed, and there's this sliver of me that's happy to have been wrong. It's completely bogus how it happened, but the fact that we live in a reality where it happened is still kind of tripping me out in a major way. So I'm happy, I'm... flabbergasted, but I'm experiencing a very unique, unprecedented soup of emotions this morning and I never would have felt like this if Cas had died with a no homo parting.

And that's the thing, they let it be unambiguously about Dean, not just in that one moment, but all along, and that's really satisfying in a meta narrative sense that when everyone was reading it as "Castiel is in love with Dean," they were... correct. It doesn't really matter when they decided this, in last night's episode they made it crystal-clear that it wasn't a whim, wasn't a recent development, in-universe. This has been Cas' truth from very, very early on, his entire experience since meeting Dean has been shaped by him, he's loved him all this time. That... I don't know, it's absolutely bonkers that this is all we're going to get, but it does mean something, if you want to let it.

Welcome back to 2012, Tumblr. Last night was a wild ride, I won't deny.

I'm giving the episode a bad score, but I just want to say the Destiel scene gets a simultaneous infinity-out-of-ten and also zero-out-of-ten, imploding the multiverse instantly. That's where I'm at, folks. Insert gif of Chidi dropping Peeps into a big pot of chili. I'm gonna go take a nap.

6/10

#review #supernatural #supernatural review #spn #spn 15x18 #destiel #i'm experiencing actual shock #i keep laughing #but like #you know how sometimes people laugh or smile inappropriately at funerals?#it feels like that

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sagemoderocklee · 4 years ago

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Hello! For the meta asks, would you do 1, 5, 8, and 17?

you did not come to play, lilac! thanks for all these questions! <3

1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

oh lord. that’s a... question. i have. so many current projects, i don’t even know where to start. this is gonna be long so please bear with me lol i’ll probably give more detail for some fics over others, and i’ll only go over fics I’ve got documents for because otherwise we’d be here forever.

The Art of Love: so this one is obvious because it’s been in progress for the last 2ish years? no i think it’s three now. I won’t go into detail with this because the fic is roughly halfway through, so there’s plenty of content for that up! I’d say the progress with that fic is actually going really well, though. Unlike Alliance, which took 8 years--five years of writing, three of editing--TAoL has been up for way less time, and is already about to hit the halfway mark! I really need to get back to it, tbh because it’s been way too long since my last update.

Honor Bound (sequel to Alliance): so this is.... kind of on pause. I’ve got the first three chapters written, but my focus has been more on TAoL when it comes to my more complicated, long running stories, so HB has taken a backseat. I think I won’t get back to working on the Allied Nations Saga until after TAoL is done, in all honesty.

Find Me: this is my HS AU, which has been on the back burner forever and I feel terrible because I think it may honestly be my most popular fic. Unfortunately, AUs/slice of life stuff is difficult for me because I’m more interested in politics, so I lost momentum on this fic. It is about halfway done. I have a good chunk of chapter six written, but not enough that I could say I’m close to finishing it.

It Eats Your Heart: obviously I just started this one, and it’s a horror fic. I’ve really gotta sit down and do some major plotting on it because I only have some very vague ideas currently.

Pearl-Filled Lungs: this is one of like three ningyo AUs I have--the other are pirate/ningyo AUs (and ones actually a selkie not a ningyo). I started it last year for the GaaLee fest, and it’s been sitting unfinished for far too long. I finally sat down recently and plotted the whole thing out, so I’m hoping to get back to working on it soon! It’s only 5 chapters in total, so I don’t think it’ll take me super long to get through once I sit down and do it.

Who Dares to Love Forever: This is a working title, and I may change it. This is a fic idea I’ve had for a couple years, inspired by the song Who Wants to Live Forever by Queen. This particular fic is a vehicle for my sage mode!rock lee headcanon, and explores just how effective Chiyo giving Gaara her life would have been given she was an old biddy. So the idea for this fic is that Gaara’s running out of time because Chiyo only had so much to offer.

Absolution: this is another fic that I’ve had on the back burner for years. it was initially inspired by art by @brianadoesotherjunk but quickly spiraled into something much bigger because of course it did. This particular fic is one I’m extremely excited about. I need to go back over the first part, because I feel like it’s not quite right, but I do technically have the first part done. This fic follows Gaara struggling with bouts of narcolepsy that trigger nightmares induced by trauma and guilt from his childhood. These nightmares are incredibly dangerous for obvious reasons, but even more so because Temari’s baby is on the way. Temari and Shikamaru are married, living in the Kazekage estate, and with their baby coming and both needing/wanting to get back to work, they also need a nanny. Unbeknownst to Gaara, the year prior to the events of the fic, Maito Gai died, succumbing to the 8th Gate finally, and Lee has since been spiraling. His depression has become so self-destructive that he’s been taken off active duty. Shikamaru, along with the rest of the Konoha 12 (minus Neji and Sasuke), get together and discuss what to do. Tenten believes that Lee being a nanny would be the perfect thing. And so Rock Lee is sent to Suna, hired by Shikamaru and Temari as their live-in nanny...

We Need Not Be Yellow Tulips in a Garden of Gardenia’s, Yet We Go the Way of the Red Camellia: true to form, I decided that a hanahaki fic was something I had to do, and I was not going to pass up the chance at being as Extra As Possible with the flowery language, ergo the ridiculous title. I’ve gotten part way through the first chapter of this fic, but the whole thing is roughly plotted out and each chapter title is just as extra as the whole fic’s title.

Thirteen Strokes: so this is a fic I have--once again--had on my mind for ages, and--once again, because I am nothing if not a caricature of myself--inspired by a Florence+the Machine song, All This and Heaven Too. I started writing this the other night, as I wanna use it for GaaLee bingo. It’ll be 13 chapters, as per the 13 strokes that it takes to make the character for love, ai, in Japanese. The fic is from Gaara’s PoV, and follows his journey with and his relationship to love, with lots of worldbuilding and politics because it wouldn’t be an Eeri Original without those things.

Scarification: this is another idea for bingo based around the prompt shinshoubyou, which is a fictional disease where your emotions cause physical marks on you

Fill in the [ ]: another bingo idea, based around the prompt bouaishoukoigun, the fictional disease where you forget the person you love if it’s unrequited.

The Eagle’s Augury: an idea that allows me to play around with more worldbuilding and focus on Karura. In this fic, the curse (mentioned briefly on the Naruto wikia) that has led to every single Kazekage being assassinated, is coming for Gaara, and Karura is trying to warn him from beyond the grave. At the same time, Temari and Shikamaru’s marriage is approaching, and their ceremony is being held in Suna, with all the fan fair a marriage for someone from the Kazekage line should see. Again, another fic inspired by Miss Florence+the Machine, the song is Mother

Pomegranate Sun: this is a fic that I am... so excited about. Another fic that was originally inspired by a Queen song, Under Pressure, and has of course taken on a life of its own. This fic, I am actually going to be writing with @ghoste-catte! It’s an arranged marriage trope, and I’m super pumped for it! We’ve only got a little bit started, and it has obviously not taken priority for either of us since we both have a lot of fics on our plates.

The Ballad of the Dragon and the Phoenix: this is a fic I’m really excited but is going to take a LOT of research to get off the ground. I had this idea sometime last year, I wanna say? This fic is another self-indulgent headcanon about Lee’s origins, his family, etc. This fic starts when Gaara shows up on Lee’s doorstep, asking him to accompany him to another country for reasons Lee cannot understand. Gaara has been in talks with Phoenix Kingdom, hoping to forge a new relationship only to find that the Emperor wants to use shinobi for militaristic purposes. Lee doesn’t understand what help he could possibly offer the Kazekage, but he can’t very well turn him down.

okay, i’m gonna stop there. these are the ones I have titles and documents for, and honestly that’s probably way more than you wanted to know about lol

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

Despite the fact that most of my fics end up from Gaara’s PoV, I actually identify with Lee the most!

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

Yes! Which is hard to find, tbh, because I am a sucker for political dramas with slow burn romances, but I don’t see a lot of that in the GaaLee fandom. I’m not as into like slice of life or short stories where the characters get together quick, I’m really not into established relationship fics unless it’s a sequel, so I tend to avoid those. I like AUs but it really depends on the AU, because I ultimately prefer the canon and I love seeing the way people write the shinobi world and all its rules and cultures and things. I’m just a big fan of worldbuilding, politics, and slow slow burns. Not this 25k SLOW BURN! crap because that is NOT a slow burn. I wanna see a fic that’s 200k words in and they still haven’t even figured out they’re in love! I like stories I can really sink my teeth into, ya know?

17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

Oh gosh. I generally don’t think too much about it except like hoping people don’t think I’m like a stuck up asshole because of how I talk about my writing, writing in general, my hcs, etc. I mean, obviously I don’t expect everyone in this fandom to like me--and there are ppl I’ve gone out of my way to be vocally against because they do nasty shit--but largely I feel like I come across as too intense, so even the general population of GaaLee fans that I do want to interact with I’m always a lil nervous that people secretly don’t like me and basically are like “oh god this bitch again” when they see me in the tags. But I just get really excited and invested in my ideas, and honestly for the longest time this fandom was SO small and there weren’t a lot of people putting out content regularly so it was like a handful of us so I think it made me more emphatic about GaaLee lol I think I always like assume people aren’t as excited about my writing as I am or that people are like “too much politic, i need more romance”.

I’m always surprised when people really love my AUs, like Kado or Find Me have had such fantastic reception, and it’s like people just eat that shit up so much. And then I look at like Alliance or Art of Love and get kind of confused because I think by comparison those are more interesting and more developed than my AUs. I put a shit ton of work into everything I write, especially anything that requires research, so it’s not to say that I do less work per say, just that I feel like TAoL and things like it are more interesting and more developed, and the relationship feels.... somehow more to me there than in an AU.

a lot of my motivation really just comes from the lack of content this fandom had for so many years, and the fact that Naruto could have been a much more interesting series and I love worldbuilding so much. I think my motivation for each fic is different though. Like Alliance was started because I wanted to write something different from what was mainly in the fandom at the time because mind you I started that in 2010. But my motivation for TAoL is more wanting to tell a beautiful story with a complex narrative that looks at the failings of the shinobi world. Whereas like any slice of life fic is really just meant to be a fun break. And sometimes I write something literally just because I wanted to fulfill that trope for the GaaLee fandom--again, a lot of my ideas have been sitting for years and years and years (TAoL was an idea I had literally right after starting Alliance, but I didn’t get to it until 2017), so a lot of ideas that are old are because at the time that trope hadn’t been fulfilled yet in the fandom though that’s changing a lot with the recent GaaLee Renaissance of the last couple years.

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jgukmilk · 6 years ago

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he won’t know (m) 01

➔ summary: Growing up you always had a crush on the heartthrob in human form; Jeon Jungkook. But you never managed to muster up the courage to develop anything with him, alas you eventually got yourself a boyfriend, thinking you had gotten over your silly middle-school crush and your boyfriend had become the one that held your heart, well, at least that’s what you thought.

➔ pairing: Jungkook X Reader

➔ genre: cheating!au, smut, slight angst.

➔ warnings: cheating with jungkook - In no way do i encourage cheating, this is pure fiction, mature language, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, fingering, cunniligus, unprotected sex, overstimulation, jk has a huge schlong wbk, dirty talk, plot if you squint, edited (i apologise if there’re any mistakes, one of my many talents is overlooking typos), graphic?

➔ wordcount: 12.1k shuSH

part 1, part 2, part 3 (final)

“Canon ball!” Hoseok yelled out loud before speed running and jumping into the water, causing a huge wave to hit the edges of the pool, “Hoseok!” You yelled semi-annoyed while laughing as you attempted to wipe of the water droplets running down your exposed stomach.

You and a your friend group had decided that it was time to take a long deserved break. You had all finally finished with finals, and you were all completely worn out from the countless, sleepless nights of studying. Your friend group, which included; Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, and lastly your best friend, Mina.

You had all agreed to step away from studies for the time being, just for a little while until your next exam approached, and just chill and enjoy each other’s company, and what better way to do so then sit by the pool. Jimin so happened to own a beach house close to the beach (duh), which was perfect.

In reality his parents owned the house, but they had been kind enough to let you all borrow it over the weekend.

Both parents agreed on the friend group deserving a break after studying so damn hard.

It was a three-floored house with a handful of bedrooms and bathrooms, so you all had enough space to sleep somewhere comfortable instead of the cold marble floor.

“Oh c’mon Y/N, you’re wearing a bikini. It’s made for the purpose of engaging in water-based activity,” Hoseok piped as he wiped the excess droplets trickling down from the side of his neck. You rolled your eyes at his choice of words. He was probably still in the exam mind-set, which allowed him to use such formal words when he easily just could’ve told you a bikini was made to get wet.

“I’d rather just sit here and enjoy the sun,” you said, laying back down and allowing the rays of the deep orange sunset light to warm up your skin. “Then go inside to the rest of the gang, if you don’t want to swim,” Namjoon let out while he was floating on his back, looking as if he was trying to become one with the water.

You, Namjoon, Hoseok and Jungkook were the only ones that were sitting outside by the pool, either swimming or trying to get a tan. And frankly, you were the only one doing the second option.

The three boys, mostly Namjoon and Hoseok, had tried to convince you for over an hour to come in and join them in the water, but you’d much rather prefer to just sit back down in your beach chair and relax.

The rest of the group was chilling inside the beach house, playing cards and board games while most probably munching on a bunch of snacks. You didn’t feel like going inside and eating your weight in snacks, not that it didn’t sound like a delightful idea.

But you’d rather just sit outside and enjoy the shining sun, since you had spent the last couple of weeks studying in your room with absolutely no rays of sunlight, like some sort of ancient caveman. You missed it, you missed the light.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, your phone made a small vibration next to your thigh making you open your eyes and shift your attention over to the phone to see who had messaged you. Hoping it was your beloved boyfriend, Jaehyun, your thoughts filled with hope, only to be crushed seconds later when you saw you had gotten an email about some irrelevant advertisement about a diarrhoea colored couch being on sale. No wonder it was on sale, it was ugly as shit, almost literally.

Your back hit the beach chair while a long sigh left your lips. You and Jaehyun had been dating for a little over 8 months. He had asked you to be his girlfriend on a cute picnic date in one of your favorite parks.

He was your dream guy; he was sweet, thoughtful, funny, and not to mention, really handsome. In your eyes he was the whole damn package. Everything was going so well the first couple of months, but when exam season rolled around you both started to become more distant, you were long over the honeymoon phase of your relationship.

You didn’t lose interest in each other, well, in a way you did, but it wasn’t intentionally. You had both been so busy with studying that you barely had time to spend with each other. The sweet goodnight texts he would send you every night slowly reduced by the day. The spontaneous facetime-calls vanished.

You barely saw each other anymore. Alas, putting all of those factors aside, you could see Jaehyun was trying. He was truly trying to keep in contact with you, and make you feel like you had a boyfriend that wanted to know how you were doing and ask you about your day.

Truth be told, you missed feeling like you had a boyfriend.

“You good, Y/N?” Namjoon’s deep voice broke you out of your thoughts, “what?” you blinked twice. “You’ve been staring at the same spot for a solid ten minutes, without blinking. I was starting to worry that a fly might get its way into your eye,” he chuckled lightly.

“N-no, I’m good, just thinking ‘tis all,” you heard an over exaggerated uhhh escape Hoseok’s mouth, “trouble in paradise, girly? What’s his name, Jichan?”

“Jaehyun,” you corrected, “and no, everything’s fine with him and I,” you assured, but the guys didn’t quite believe you. They had noticed how you started to speak less of him as the weeks passed by.

You would always share cute pictures you and your boyfriend took on the dates you would go on every once in a while, or you would talk about how you both would stay up till the ass-crack of dawn to text or call.

But you couldn’t talk about those kinds of things anymore, since those events stopped occurring. But they didn’t want to push it, it wasn’t their business anyway, so they just decided to let it slide. Well, except for Jungkook.

“What happened? Can’t satisfy you anymore?” the dark-haired boy asked cockily, causing all three pairs of wide eyes to shift to his direction. He coolly slid his hand through his dark wet locks.

“Jungkook, leave it,” Namjoon scolded him calmly but sternly. You felt your heart slightly race in frustration. This brat, you thought. Wanting to stand up for yourself, and not wanting to look like you needed anybody else to do it for you, you answered him, “we’ve been busy studying,” you kept it sweet and short.

Your relationship with Jungkook wasn’t exactly… what’s the word? Existent.

You were part of the same friend group, and that was all you two were, two people sharing the same group of friends. You never uttered more than a few words to each other, and if you had a decent conversation there was always a third party involved. Though it wasn’t enough to call him a friend.

But that didn’t stop him from having the balls to act like an ass to you from time to time, like now, but other than that, you two didn’t really talk so much.

You like to blame your non-existent friendship on the previous crush you had on him. You had small feelings lingering for Jungkook in middle school, long before you even knew Jaehyun, back then Jungkook was the one who had your heart without having any knowledge of it.

Jeon Jungkook was the throb of your heart. Was.

And because of those meaningless feelings, you never got the courage to try and develop a friendship with him.

But over time you just got used to not having any form of relationship with him, so you just decided to let it be, and he too didn’t seem to care about trying to earn your acquaintance.

Time passed by, the sun had set, and the boys still tried their best to convince you to join them in the pool, but your butt remained in the beach chair, like it had for hours now.

They kept telling you how there really wasn’t any excuse since the sun had set, and your only reason for not joining them was because you wanted to supposedly enjoy the sun.

All in all, You were all having fun, Jin came out to you guys countless times, to check on you all once in a while, him being the mom-figure he was, he brought a few snacks so you wouldn’t starve to death or get a spontaneous cramp and drown. His words, not yours.

“Guys, I’m really tired,” Hoseok started, “I think I’m gonna call it a night and join the rest of the gang inside.

You coming?” He raised an eyebrow at all three of you, “yeah, let me join you,” Namjoon let out. Both elder boys swimming to the edge of the pool to dry themselves off and join the rest of the group inside the beach house.

You realized you were going to be left alone awkwardly with Jungkook. So before any awkward conversation could occur, you decided to get up and escape, “you’re leaving too?”

Jungkook’s voice made you stop in your tracks and look over your shoulder, “what does it look like?” you answered back half-assed, in all honesty you were still a little annoyed at Jungkook because of his unnecessary remark about your relationship with Jaehyun.

“Don’t leave,” he broke you out of your internal rant, “why not?” you crossed your arms. He swam to the nearest edge, resting both elbows on the marble. “I don’t want to be out here all alone, and I don’t wanna go in just yet,” he argued.

“So, you want me to stay?” he rolled his eyes at the obvious, “no dumbass, I asked you to stay obviously because I want you to leave,” you smiled mischievously at his sarcasm, “gladly,” you bowed sarcastically while holding your non-existent gown, and proceeded to make your way over to the house,

“Yes,” he sighed loudly, “I want you to stay.”

You turned around again. Going through all the possible reason as to why you shouldn’t stay out with the brat. He’s just going to be an ass to you again.

Maybe he didn’t mean it?

Are you dumb? When has Jeon Jungkook ever been nice to you?

Well… Maybe this could finally be a chance to start a friendship with him?

The two demons in you were fighting about whether or not you should’ve stayed. Your angelic side wanting to stay and attempt to develop a friendship with the boy you secretly always admired from a far but hated publicly.

While your demonic side was telling you that he could go and suck your dick and choke on it and, maybe if you were lucky, hopefully permanently damage his esophagus.

Realizing you probably looked like an idiot just standing there, staring at nothing. You blinked a couple of time before finally making up your mind.

It wouldn’t be that bad to spend a couple more moments out here with Jungkook, if everything went to complete and utter shit, throwing yourself into the water and drown was always an option.

You made your way back over to your beloved beach chair, about to take a seat when, “what are you doing?” Jungkook’s voice stopped you from placing yourself on the chair, “sitting?”

“No, you’re gonna swim,” Jungkook protested, crossing his arms under water but it was still clearly visible to you, “I’m not going in,” you placed yourself on the chair, “yes you are,” you saw Jungkook from the corner of your eye swimming closer to you, you didn’t let your brain accept what he’s about to do, “what are you doing?” you asked half scared, half annoyed. It was enough for him to have you stay.

Having you go in and swim when you clearly didn’t want to was downright provoking. “I’m dragging you in here myself,” a smirk painted itself across Jungkook’s uneven lips, “No, you’re not,” you said, trying to mentally plant your fingers on the chair to make it impossible for him to lift you from the chair.

He lifted himself up from the water, putting his perfectly sculpted body on display for you. Your eyes stung at the sight and you almost painfully forced yourself not to look at his abdomen and chest. Eyes on his face.

He walked over to you ever so slowly, as if he was giving you a few extra seconds to make up your mind. Your eyes betraying you, your gaze shifted down to his strong biceps. Your mind flooded with thoughts of his rock-hard arms wrapped around you, his veiny hands placed on the small of your back, in attempt to get you up from the chair.

The sole thought made your stomach twist in an unknown way.

You can’t let him touch you.

“Fine!” you exclaimed loudly, making him flinch backwards. You removed the towel covering your thighs and made your way over to the metal pool ladder that descended its way down the pool.

It had become completely unnoticed, but it somehow slipped your vision that Jungkook was already back in the pool, swimming backward strokes, watching you playfully as you unwillingly wrapped your fingers around the metal poles. “Today, Y/N.”

You looked back at Jungkook with narrowed eyes. You took slow steps into the cold water. The feeling of goosebumps lick up and down your spine repeatedly from the sudden contact of icy water, your body twitched. The sun was also gone, meaning the water had dropped a few temperatures.

Your back faced the water, it took you a good minute to let your body adjust to the cold temperature. You inhaled and exhaled deeply trying to relax with both eyes closed, and you’re almost there. Your body was now feeling warmer, so you opened your eyes, ready to go in, but you looked down on the metal poles and saw another set of hands placed tightly around the bars.

Realisation hit you like a truck at the warm temperature-like feeling that was felt from behind. More specifically, another body behind you. You discreetly turned around, without bumping into him. You stopped breathing from the closeness of his face.

“You sure like taking your time, don’t you?” Jungkook broke the intense silence. His dark hooded eyes were fixated on you, making your knees tremble slightly. It made you uncomfortable to have him this close. “Get away from me,” it came out barely as a whisper. All strength that was intended was all gone.

His fingers unlocked from around the bars and you exhaled slightly in relief. Only to have your breath caught up in your throat, when Jungkook decided it’d be a good idea, to wrap his fingers around your wrists instead. “No- I can do it myself, Let go!” you tried to yank your hand out of his grip but you miserably failed.

A wide grin is plastered on his face as he dragged you further into the pool, “thought I might help you,” he brought you even closer to him, and you feebly tried to kick your legs under the water to increase the distance between you.

Finally he brought you to stand right in front of him. He placed both your hands on his broad chest by accident, in attempt to keep your hands still. You tried your luck one more time and yanked your hand away from his using all your strength. Finally, you succeeded.

But that didn’t stop him from coming closer to you. He took small steps in the water, getting closer to you. And you, horrified, backed away. “Jungkook, what’s gotten into you, stop it.” You said firmly. Your eyebrows clashed at his puzzled silence.

You felt the fine hairs on your back rise at the way his breath grew unsteady. His breath hit your face, causing the electric-like feeling up your spine, to intensify, yet you convinced yourself it was because of the cold water.

You saw his eyes switch between your own and your lips. You didn’t know if you were hallucinating or not, but you could’ve sworn you saw him slowly leaning in while secreting his lips with his wet muscle. He was about to- Oh no…

“Whoa! The water feels great!” you extended your arms up in the air on purpose, to create some much needed space between you. Almost hitting his nose, he backed away from you, a little shocked at the sudden outburst. Before he was able to process the situation, you hurried yourself into the water, mentally cursing at the cold liquid touching your skin.

“Wah, it’s so nice,” you convincingly lied, “I see why you want to spend a little more time in here, so relaxing!” you splashed some water on your arms and under your armpits as if you were showering.

Your mouth twitched at the fake smile that painted across your face. Jungkook, on the other hand, was still quite confused, “don’t you think?” you asked wanting to pull him out of whatever thought was going through his mind.

He nodded hesitantly, “yeah, I… I guess,” he scratched the back of his head, his mind still being in a daze of confusion. You sighed in relief from the success of being able to escape the previous situation. Your heart was anxiously racing. You patted your chest in attempt to calm your racing heart down.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, you heard your phone ringing loudly. You titled your head, trying to think of who could be calling you this late. “I’ll get it,” Jungkook piped, not letting you respond.

He made his way to the edge of the pool, doing a mini-mermaid stroke with his legs to kick himself up from the water.

He crawled up from the pool and made his way over to the beach chair with the vibrating device on it. “Who is it?” you asked, making your way over to the edge of the pool, following the same movements he made to get out of the pool. You as well, crawled out of the pool. You eyed him confused as you saw his eyes darkening at what seemed to be the ID caller. “Jaehyun,” he said bluntly.

Your heart fluttered at the mention of his name. Not bothering to ask what had gotten into Jungkook, you snatched the phone from his hands, immediately pressing on the green button, and brining the device up to your ear

“Jaehyun-ah!” you exclaimed excited, which only made Jungkook’s eyes grow darker hearing the nickname roll off your lips, but it came unnoticed in your mind.

“Hey, Princess,” your loving boyfriend’s voice was heard from the other line. Your smile grew at the pet name. Not hearing his voice for a long time really had made you sad, considering how you two could never even go a day without hearing from one another.

“Hey,” you greeted back, your smile growing. Your eyes shifted over to Jungkook. And you noticed how his eyes had grown hooded while you had been all smiley with Jaehyun on the other line. “How’ve you been, Y/N?” Jungkook took a few steps closer, almost towering over you, but you managed to place a hand on his bare chest to keep your distance from him.

Ignoring the flutter in your stomach at the skin-to-skin contact with Jungkook, you took a few steps backwards to increase the distance between the two of you. But managing to keep your hand on his chest to keep him in place.

“I’ve been good. Finals went well and now I’m just chilling with the gang at Jimin’s beach house,” You answered, still, your full attention on the endearing boy on the other line.

But bursting your perfect little bubble, Jungkook slid his fingers around yours; waiting for you to react, and it certainly didn’t take long. ‘What are you doing?’ you mouthed discreetly to the drenched male in front of you. Creepy sensations being sent to your spine from the fingers he had wrapped his own around.

He did nothing but filthily smirk at you before brining you hand up to his cheek. You’re eyes widen in sudden shock, body completely frozen. Being slightly panicked would be an understatement.

“Hello? Y/N, you there?”Jaehyun was now the one to cut you out of you sudden daze, “y-yeah, I’m here. The connection must’ve been bad, I didn’t get what you were saying,” a small aha was heard from Jaehyun.

Jungkook brought your hand, along with his own, up to his face. Subconsciously you cupped his face, you knees almost gave up on you at the sight but visibly you could see him melting into the heat of your palm. “So soft,” he whispered to himself, as if he was talking to your hand, completely forgetting your existence. But his eyes quickly averted to your own, making you lock gazes.

“What have you been up to?” Jaehyun asked from the other line. You didn’t give yourself the time to answer him, since your priority right now was to get Jungkook off of you. You tried jerking your hand away from his but you failed miserably. It only made him come closer to you, leaving almost no space between the two of you, “you really should answer him, angel,” Jungkook whispered, making sure his own voice didn’t reach the other line.

Absolutely frozen in place you managed to utter a few words, “nothing really… you?” Jungkook smiled in satisfaction, his lips moving to the bud of your fingers, placing small pecks of affection on each and every one of them. You moved your phone to the edge of your shoulder, “Jungkook, stop,” you said before bringing the phone back up to your ear.

“Ah y’know, just been busy with work and studies, the usual.” Jungkook’s small peck trailed down to your palm, making his way down and up your arm.

You could feel your breath growing unsteady, “are you alright?” at this point Jungkook had reached your neck, placing small kitty licks on the crook of your neck. “You’re... Panting?”

“J-Jungkook, stop. P-please…” your body betraying your words, you felt your head tilt slightly to the side giving him more space. A breathy chuckle left his lips, causing goosebumps to aggressively shoot through your body.

He continued to nip carefully on your soft skin, “answer him,” he purred demandingly close to your ear, his voicing dropping at least one octave, “yeah, just a little dizzy. I-I should get going.”

“Oh okay, take ca-” you cut the line, letting the phone slide down from your fingers, “good girl,” Jungkook praised you before wrapping his arms around your waist, causing a small gasp to escape your lips.

He turned you both around, and sat down making you straddle his lap, your legs on either side of him. You tried to stand up, you really did, but his arms were tightly secured around your waist making it almost impossible for you to even move.

“You’re so beautiful,” he cooed, making you stop attempting to rise from him. His words caught you off guard. He started trailing kisses between the bridge of your two breasts.

You bit your lips trying your damn best to hold back any sounds from escaping. You refused to let him know how good he was making you feel. He trailed wet open-mouthed kisses from your chest, making his way up your neck.

He grabbed your waist, making you lay down on the beach chair while he hovered above you, completely trapping you. He looked into your eyes, admiring the way your pupils were dilated. He smirked--you were enjoying this.

You stared back at him, lips slightly parted, heavy breaths escaping as if you were patiently waiting for his next move. He lowered his head, licking his lips before attaching them to your own.

He moved at a gentle pace as if he was trying to savor your taste. He pulls away for a brief second, “you taste so sweet,” He smacked any thought out of your mind and continued to kiss you, but still you didn’t reciprocate. You tried your best not to move your lips with his pink and plush ones. They felt so soft, so gentle and, god, so warm. You couldn’t give in, you just couldn’t do that to Jaehyun. To yourself.

His hands made their way to your thighs, bending your knees as he lowered his pelvis to your middle, making the move more intimate. Confused as to why you didn’t kiss back, he removed his lips from yours to get a good look at your face in fear of the fact that he might have crossed the line with you.

Yes he wanted you, a lot, but he would never force you to do anything out of your comfort-zone. But a smile twitched on the corners of his lips in relief getting a good glimpse of your face. Cheeks flustered with pink, pupils dilated, breath unsteady, lips unintentionally parted and slightly swollen. His doing.

He still didn’t know if you wanted him as much as he wanted you, but one thing was he sure about. You didn’t want him to stop. How could you?

If you truly wanted him off of you, you would have pushed him away and rushed inside the house, yet here you were. Letting him hold you, letting him hover over you, letting him kiss you--worship you.

He lowered his face again, but his lips didn’t touch yours. His mouth brushed over yours, while his hand caressed your side. He was ruining you. You didn’t dare to move, he could kiss you, but you couldn’t kiss him. As much as you may have wanted to, as much as he made you want to crash your lips against his. You couldn’t do it. You didn’t have the heart to.

“Are you thinking about him?” Jungkook chirped lightly, his mouth still micrometers away from you. You couldn’t do anything but nod, your eyes fixated on his eyes, occasionally switching to his lips, “I can make you forget about him,” he confirmed, “I won’t make you regret this,” his voice was so gentle. It was as if he was a siren, his voice making you forget about anything and everything, only making you focus on the soft vibrations reaching your ears.

“But you have to let me, Y/N,” he spoke again, “I won’t go any further unless you ask me to,” he stared deeply into your eyes, searching for any sign of consent, but he knew the only kind of consent that’d make him keep going, was your verbal consent.

He didn’t dare to rush you, he’s been wanting you for so long, he couldn’t rush things with you if it’d mean he’d blow it. He had waited so long.

He had waited so long to finally hold you, to have you under him all flushed, and now that he finally had the chance to have you, he didn’t dare to blow it. He couldn’t afford to think with his dick right now. “Jungkook, I-“

“You guys still in the pool?!” You quickly pushed Jungkook off of you, dusting off your body as if he was some kind of germ, “w-we were just about to go in!” you yelled back to Jimin, who was standing on the balcony from the second floor, looking down at the two of you.

“You should come in before it gets too dark,” Jimin pronounced with a smile before making his way back into the house, probably to join the others in whatever the hell they were doing.

“Y/N-“ before Jungkook could speak any further, you grabbed your towel and rushed into the house, too embarrassed to face him.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Namjoon smiled warmly at you once he spotted your flustered form standing by the door frame. You had your towel wrapped securely over your shoulders, “hey,” you replied as you made your way over to the staircase.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asked you, making you stop in your tracks, “I’m tired… so I’m gonna call it a night. See you in the morning,” you said keeping it short and sweet, but before any of them could protest you spoke again, “Mina,” you got your best friend’s attention, “come with me?”

You could see in the girl’s eyes she was about to turn you down. But you tried your damn hardest to give her a look that said, please-just-come-with-me-and-don’t-argue, and luckily, she got the message, “uhm, yeah sure.”

“I KNEW IT!” Mina yelled loudly. You quickly had to slap a hand over her mouth to shut her up, “are you insane?! They’re going to hear you!” you whisper yelled aggressively. You had told Mina about what happened between you and Jungkook when you both were alone in the pool.

But you made sure to keep the details about how flustered he made you feel, out. “I called it!” Mina announced happily over your hand. She had always been bright about the idea of you and Jungkook. Even before you met Jaehyun.

She had gotten salty once you told her about Jaehyun, long back before the two of you even started dating. You remember her not wanting to speak to you for over three days, but in the end, she reminded herself that she needed to be your best friend and support you no matter what, even if she disagreed with you, it was your relationship not hers, and if Jaehyun was able to make you happy then that was all that mattered.

No, she wasn’t hyping you up about cheating; of course she thought and knew it was very wrong and something that should never be done. But Mina knew about your relationship status with Jaehyun, she had known it wasn’t exactly a bundle of roses as it had previously been. She wasn’t sure if Jaehyun was making you as happy as he could anymore.

And to add on top of that, it was Jungkook that you had been a little unfaithful with, which was the cherry on top for Mina.

“Mina, it was a mistake, nothing’s going to happen,” the joyous grin plastered on her face slowly faded, “why not?” she asked curiously, innocently tilting her head to the side while crossing her arms, “because I don’t like Jungkook that way, heck I don’t even like him as a person,” your sentence followed a deep sigh, “look, it was just a stupid mistake I let happen, okay?”

“You may not like him but you sure as hell find him attractive,” smugly, she crossed her arms while side-eyeing your amused. You nearly choked on your spit, “pardon?”

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. You might be stubborn as hell but you’re not blind, Jungkook is so hot even satan would be sweating around him,” you rolled your eyes, “well if you think he’s so hot then why don’t you fuck him?” you were almost yelling at this point, completely forgetting about the others downstairs.

‘‘Obviously you want it more than I do,” You almost threw yourself out of the window, you had never sighed so dramatically in your life but at the moment you had no other way of expressing your annoyance.

“You wanted him, didn’t you?” you shot your eyes at Mina, “what do you mean?” she looked around Jimin’s room, “I mean, technically, you didn’t stop him, Jimin did,” you rolled your eyes, “yeah thank God he did,” you ran your fingers through your hair, not daring to think about what would’ve happened if Jimin hadn’t interrupted you.

“What I’m saying is, think about what would’ve happened if Jimin hadn’t interfered,” she piped innocently, a small yet creepy smile threatened to paint itself over her face, “I would’ve stopped him,” you answered a little too confidently, “would you really?”

“Look, I don’t want to talk about this - I don’t even know what it was, point is I just want to go to sleep, and you’re staying with me to stop him in case he barges in, in the middle of the night to touch me,” you let out all in one breath, “I will, but not unless you do want him to touch you.”

“I don’t!” you defended yourself, a little upset, “yeah, yeah. Just go to sleep, I’m gonna go take a shower,” Mina got up from the bed, going over to the closet to grab a towel and a few clothing items from Jimin, eventually walking into the bathroom, running the water.

You exhaustedly threw the back of your head against the pillow of the bed. Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook, you thought. Why did he have to make things so complicated for you? Why did he have to grab you the way he did?

Why did he have to make your heart beat so fast you thought it was going to explode, you weren’t going to lie to yourself, you did find Jungkook attractive, but was there more to it? Or were you just nervous and uncomfortable?

Would you have continued if Jimin hadn’t interrupted, would you have kissed him? Would you have let him touch you? Would you have touched him? What if he had-

DING DING

Cutting you out of your trance, you lazily rolled over the bed, reached for your phone that was laying peacefully on the nightstand. You clicked on the home button, making the screen light up, showing the name of the person who had messaged you.

-1m ago

Jungkook: Angel...

-now

Jungkook: Call me.

You stood there, for a solid minute just staring at your phone, God what does he want now? You decided to ignore him, placing the phone back on the nightstand and planting your face on the pillow.

RIIIIING

This motherfuc- angrily slapping your hand on the phone to pick it up, you clicked on the green button mere moments before placing it on your ear, “what?” you let out impatiently.

“Y/N…” Jungkook’s voice was heard from the other line. You froze, but not because Jungkook had called you, no, because your name rolled off his lips like a…. moan?

“What do you want..?” you asked, almost terrified of knowing the answer, but at that moment it felt like the right thing to ask, “I want you in my room,” you swore you could feel your knees shaking, even though you were sitting down they trembled.

You heard a small whimper escape from his mouth. Worry crept its way into you, “are…are you okay?” once again, you were almost terrified of asking.

“No I’m fucking not,” he growled, “you’re so rude, Y/N… you know that?” a small chuckle was heard from the other line, and again, a soft moan followed. “God, you frustrate me so much, angel,” he purred from the other line.

You felt your heart rate increase, pinching the insides of your thighs together, “Jungkook, I don’t understand…” you almost whispered, not being sure if it was unconsciously or if it was because you didn’t want Mina to hear your conversation with the boy.

“I’m in bathroom next to the master bedroom, come by and I’ll explain,” he pleaded, making it sound almost innocent, but you weren’t that stupid, you knew what was in store for you if you were enough of an idiot to commit that mistake.

“Like hell I’ll come by,” you said sternly, as if you weren’t a little hazed just a few moments ago. You had to stand your ground; you couldn’t let him fog your mind.

“P-please. It hurts…” his voice came out as a small whine, your vision suddenly went blank for a brief second, it hurts? Your confidence immediately died down, small proportions of worry started to creep its way into your body.

“J-Jungkook? What’s wrong?” you heard a sharp grunt escape the small speaker, making you flinch slightly in place.

“I need you - ahh shit - I need you to touch me, Y/N,” Only by then did it click in your mind, “My hand isn’t enough, fuck- it doesn’t even work when I imagine it’s yours,” he was touching himself, and to the thought of you.

Your knees shuddered to the bare thought of him getting off to you. You couldn’t let him break you, couldn’t let him know he had a chance to break you.

“I’m with Jaehyun, you know,” you said bluntly, another grunt was heard from the line, but this one wasn’t an aroused one, it was out of annoyance.

“And?” he growled.

“Are you serious?” you huffed in disbelief, “you can’t be this much of a jerk,” you semi-crossed you arms since your right one was occupied with your phone, “He doesn’t have to know, it can be our little s-secret, just between you and - Nghh - and me,” you scoffed at the suggestion. “Please, angel. I’ll eat you out till the crack of fucking dawn, I’ll do whatever you want me to, and you know I can make you feel really good, just- ah fuck- please. Please come over and let me have you.”

The protest dying in the back of your throat, being completely tongue-tied, you just stared at the blank wall in front of you.

“I’ll treat you and worship you like the princess you are, I’ll spread your legs and eat you out until you’re shaking in your own arousal,” your breath collapsed at the pool you felt forming between your legs.

You knew the right thing to do was to stop him talking about what he could do to you, with you, if you were in the bathroom in this very moment. The way he’d kiss you, hold you, fuck you-.

“You don’t have to do anything, just come over here and- ahhh fuck!” his unstable breath cutting him off mid-sentence, the filthy scenarios being too much to think about. “Please… Y/N, I’m begging you.”

At this point you were shaking, your own breath was beginning to grow unevenly, your fingers were trembling. You’re legs were shaking so much it hurt, if you tried to walk you knew damn well you’d fall right on your face, you were fucked.

“Jungkook stop. You’re torturing me…” you exhaled, not realising you had held your breath in the first place. “The only way I’d possibly be torturing you, is by not touching you sooner.”

You brought your knees to your chest, hugging them tightly, desperately trying to control the pounding in your heart and the pool forming between your legs. Another whimper was heard from your phone, and the sound shot straight to your middle.

Before he could utter another word, you did the only thing you could think of: You threw the phone, making it land somewhere on a big pile of clothes that were on the ground.

You didn’t pay attention, too distracted by the sudden aching in your core, to realise you had forgotten to end the call. Though it wasn’t on speaker, you could clearly hear the loud grunts and whines from the device.

“Y/N?” you heard from the bathroom. You sprung to your feet, “shitshitshitshit,” you quickly jumped onto the pile of clothes, a very unnecessary move, and pressed the red button on your phone.

And as if scripted, Mina opened the door to a rather weird scene, “you okay?” you were laying flat on Jimin’s pile of dirty laundry with your phone in your hand.

Your gaze shifted to your best friend who was only standing with a bathrobe on her body and a towel on her head.

“Y-yeah I’m just tired,” you lie, “I’m gonna call it a night,” you stood up from the laundry and dug yourself under the covers of the bed, trying your best to fall asleep and forget everything that had just happened.

“01:09, are you kidding me,” you whispered to yourself after checking the time on your phone. It was currently one in the morning, yet you still hadn’t gotten a little shuteye. You were wide-awake, Jungkook’s words still lingering in your head. You hate that the thought of him was basically engraved in your mind.

You plopped your head back onto the pillow and looked to your side to find Mina sound asleep next to you. Oh how you envied her.

You were positive that everyone was sound asleep since you hadn’t heard a vibration of noise for the past hour, so you figured the rest of the group had decided to call it a night and lost themselves in dreamland, unlike you.

Completely giving up on the attempt to sleep, you jumped out of bed, a cold breeze hitting your bare legs. You feel the fine hair rise. You solely had a black over-sized t-shirt on the stopped just under your butt, and a pair of underwear.

You took a moment to look at your leggings on the floor; you decided to skip over them, not needing to cover your legs since you hadn’t expected to bump into anyone at this time of night.

You exited the bedroom, quietly making your way down the stairs and tiptoed your way into the kitchen to fetch a refreshing glass of cold water. You had to pass by the living room to get to the kitchen.

Jimin had been sweet enough to offer you and Mina his room, while the guys would crash in the living room. So you were extra careful when you had to pass by the many couches that had sleeping forms on them.

Finally reaching your final destination, you happily but carefully skipped over to the cabinet to get yourself a glass and filling it up with water.

Gulping down the cold liquid, you removed the cup from your mouth, placing it on the kitchen island before wiping you mouth. You went back to the refrigerator, getting the same bottle you had used to fill the glass the first time.

“Angel?” A deep voice was heard from the entrance to the kitchen. You stopped the water from trickling out of the bottle and placed it on the kitchen island. Your breath got stuck in your throat, knowing very well from the endearment in the nickname who the second presence in the room was.

“Jungkook…”

“Couldn’t sleep either?” a smug smile was threatening to plaster itself on the corner of his lips. Not wanting to give him the idea of the possibility of you not being able to catch some sleep because of whatever reason he had cockily made in mind, you simply answered, “no, I just woke up and decided to get something to drink.”

You saw him make his way into the kitchen, his eyes still locked on yours. He began to make his way around the kitchen island, heading towards you. You stepped back, beginning to walk the opposite directing in attempt to increase the amount of distance between the two of you.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his expression falling. A slight tint of worry flashed his eyes, “no, I just don’t want you near me,” you answered, and the smug look was back.

“Do I have that much of an impact on you?” he smirked with pride, thinking you couldn’t bear to be around him in fear that you’d lose all control.

In your mind, he had completely misread the lines. “I don’t want you to touch me… again,” you whispered the last part, the color of flush ran over your cheeks, ashamed that you had let him even lay a finger on you in the first place, let alone his whole body.

“Why not?” he asked you, innocently tilting his head to the side, as if he was genuinely curious and had absolutely no idea why you’d reject him.

“For fucks sake, Jungkook. Can’t you just stop this bullshit?!” you slapped your hand flat on the countertop, earning an audible slam.

Your tone slightly moved up in volume, but you still had the thought of the others sleeping in mind. You could feel your blood starting to boil, whereas Jungkook was completely calm, which only caused your ears to steam in anger.

“But you want me.”

All color completely drained from your face, as if you deepest and darkest secret was out and exposed to the world, “don’t you even dare deny it.”

“No, you got it all wrong,” you protested, shaking your head, keeping your voice stable as you crossed your arms over your chest, causing your breasts to get pushed closer together, creating a small line of cleavage that was clearly visible through your dark yet thin t-shirt.

It didn’t come unnoticed how Jungkook’s eyes shifted down to your breasts, licking his lips, shamelessly eyeing you.

“Stop,” You uncrossed your arms, his eyes met yours again, “sorry,” you knew damn well he didn’t mean it.

“You know just as well as I, that if it wasn’t for that dull boyfriend of yours, you’d already be on this very counter, getting your brains fucked out by me.”

“Jaehyun is out of context,” you stated feebly, in the back of your mind you knew Jaehyun was the core reason as to why Jungkook hadn’t broken you yet, you just couldn’t admit it to yourself. “I don’t want you. Never did.”

“Liar.” he chuckled.

“Out by the pool,” God have mercy, “if you truly didn’t want me,” he continued, slowly making his way closer to you. You wanted to move, but it felt like your feet were glued to the floor.

“You wouldn’t have let me touch you the way you did,” he took another step, getting closer, “you wouldn’t have let me continue for so long,” and closer, “but most importantly, angel.” And closer.

“Your body wouldn’t have reacted the way it did.”

Your body shut down. The goosebumps were too much. You felt your legs giving up on you, so you quickly placed both hands behind you, reaching for the kitchen island to stable your stands.

His face stood extremely close to yours, making all the flaws that he didn’t have visible to you. His hooded eyes locked on you, scanning your face up and down and your heart stopped every time his eyes would meet your lips and keep his dark chocolate orbs fixated on the pink flesh for a second too long.

A familiar pool started forming between your legs, the same pool you had spent hours on trying to get rid of, only earlier this night.

“You know he can’t make you feel half as good as I can.” He rasped in a deep voice, inching closer to you, but not close enough.

He neared his face to yours, stopping right before his lips could graze yours, “I-I can’t do this to Jaehyun,” you almost cried out.

He was close, he was so damn close to breaking you. You could feel it in the pit of your stomach. Your will to jump up him and attack his lips grew stronger and stronger by the second, but you still tried your utter best to restrain.

Feeling Jungkook place both hands on either side of the island, completely trapping you.

“Fuck him, he won’t know,”

Jungkook could feel his impatience eat him alive from the inside, but his rule still stood. He had to have your full consent before he could make a proper intimate move on you, because even though he needed you more than anything, he still had morals.

But this rule did not count verbally. Even though he didn’t have your full consent, that didn’t stop him from being vocal about what and how he thought about you at the sinful hours of the night, stroking his length to the thought of you underneath him, completely fucked out.

He lowered his head to you neck, slowly starting to kiss his way onto your delicate skin, nipping and licking gently. He smirked victoriously when he felt you tilt your head to the side give him more access.

Your breath grew unsteady, small pants escaped your throat, fighting the urge to tangle your fingers in his dark locks. You squeezed your thighs together, hearing a small squelching sound.

“Angel… I won’t have my way with you,” he husked, “not until you ask me.”

Not being able to bare the ache between your legs anymore, the insane beating of your heart, your younger teenage-self who so hopelessly adored the boy in front of you, begging you to let him run his fingers on every inch of your body.

“Jungkook, please…” you breathed out shakily, “please what, baby?”

You removed your fingers from the island, placing them on his hard chest.

“Please… p-put... put your hands on me.”

Not wasting another second, Jungkook grabbed your waist, lifting you up to sit on the counter. Finally, finally, crashing his lips on yours. A small moan of appreciation left your lips, you fingers still exploring his hair.

His hands made their way under your shirt, savouring the feeling of his fingers on your skin. His palms reached your chest, a small shaky groan left his lips when he felt your bare breasts, not expecting you to not wear a bra.

You felt a small smile form on his lips at the way you titled your head to deepen the kiss, and interlock your lips together.

You ran your fingers through his dark soft locks that sat perfectly just above his head, “fucking finally,” he breathed out in between the kiss.

“Finally, I have you,” his hand melted down to your thighs, pushing you closer to himself, selfishly wrapping his hands around you, caressing your bare thighs with his thumb.

You felt his warm, soft tongue poke out, smoothly gliding over your top lip, asking for entrance. Not having the patience to tease him you willingly opened up for him, letting him explore every corner of your mouth.

You scooted closer to his pelvis, adding a fraction of pressure, causing his breath to shudder in the kiss, “Jungkook…”

“Yes, angel?”

“Bedroom.”

Without another word he wrapped his arms around your waist, and on instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He lifted you up from the counter and made his way out of the kitchen with you in his arms.

The way up the stairs and into the bedroom was a blur, too caught up in his odor, you dug your face in his neck, taking in his scent which smelt like freshly cleaned laundry which had been drying out near the ocean.

When you finally reached the bedroom, Jungkook gently laid you down on the bed, and hovered over you. His lips brushed against your neck for a brief second before beginning to place small kitten licks and pecks on the sensitive skin.

While Jungkook was busy with your neck, you took the time to take in your surroundings, your hooded eyes suddenly widening, “holy shit, this is Jimin’s parents’ room,” you breathed out in a pant.

“I know,” the boy hovered over you, answering cooingly, his look was completely fucked out, pupils had been blown out wide, leaving no trail of evidence that his big orbs were originally brown, lips parted as small uneven breaths escaped and reappeared.

“We can’t do it here,” you protested, trying to wiggle yourself out of Jungkook’s body warmth, “I don’t care.”

“No. Jungkook, we seriously can’t do it in his parents’ room, there’s a guest room just down the hall, let’s just-“

“I don’t give a shit.”

He growled lowly, finally removing himself from your neck, averting his eyes onto you – and that’s when you saw it. The sight that squeezed the remainders of your purity out of you.

Jungkook’s eyes had turned the darkest you had ever seen them, lust overflowing the brown orbs that held the universe. His cheeks flushed a bright red color, slightly staining the tip of his nose too. Small strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the beads of sweat.

And his lips, they had turned a few shades darker and increased slightly in size, the swollen flesh also glistening from being generously coated in his own saliva. You were sure that your saliva coated a few corners of his lips as well.

You felt a sinful swirl form in your stomach at the unholy sight of him.

“I’ve waited for this moment, you have no idea... I’m not waiting another goddamn second to have you.” He moaned against your lips, making you feel a type of way only the devil himself could make you feel.

Not giving you a chance to respond, he reunited his lips with yours again, lovingly dancing over your two plush lips.

He detached from your lips for a second, but only to remove the white plain shirt he had worn. Your eyes immediately fell down to his naked upper body.

He was so well built, so lean and toned. It was as if God had spent that one sunday carving his body perfectly instead of resting, every detail made to perfection. His abs were solid, chest was rock-hard, and his thighs... Those sinister thighs that looked like they had been carved from steal with the help of the greek gods themselves – fuck, you wanted to ride them.

It didn’t dawn upon you that you had been eye-fucking Jungkook so openly. Your eyes were basically screaming your malevolent thoughts, and oh how it didn’t go unnoticed by him... a filthy smirk grew on his lips, catching you in the act of shame.

You averted your eyes somewhere else, embarrassed about the fact that you had basically been mentally fucking him with your eyes.

Not wasting another second, Jungkook reattached your lips with his, leaving sloppy kisses on the red, swollen outline of your lips. It was as if your lips themselves, were blushing.

He caught your bottom lip in between his teeth, only to soothe the fresh bruise with his warm tongue, securely gliding over the red flesh caused you to whine into his mouth.

His fingers slithered down to the hem of your black shirt, “I want it off,” and with that, the shirt was off, joining Jungkook’s white one, down on the floor somewhere.

He stepped back, taking a good look at your now exposed chest. Your cheeks embarrassingly turned a shade of pink, from the way your nipples had perked up, nice and ready to be given any form of attention by him.

The only sound filling the room was Jungkook’s tongue secreting his lips.

Growing shy of his stare you discreetly tried to cover up your chest with your arms, but you only ended up with Jungkook’s fingers locked securely around your wrists, shoving them far away from your breasts, “don’t do that.”

You averted your eyes. Your face softened gently when you saw he almost looked... sad? The idea of you wanting to hide yourself from him in embarrassment made him want to kiss each, and every inch of you, praising you and your heavenly beauty.

He had your hands pinned to the sides of your head, hovered above you perfectly. Small pretty pants leaving his swollen lips, looking you dead in the eye.

He slowly let go when he felt the tension in your wrists loosen up. He descended his way down your body, placing pecks of affection here and there. Until he stopped right in front of your heat.

He glanced at the drenched spot on your grey underwear, a small smirk dancing its way on his lips, “you’re this drenched and you didn’t bother to let me know?”

Hesitantly you shook your head, “that’s no good, angel.” He shrugged, curling a finger around the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling the fabric down to and past your ankles, making the piece of cotton join the rest of the bundle of clothing on the floor.

He ran his middle finger down your slit, “who got you this wet, baby?” you whined at the feeling of his cold fingers on your soaked heat. His finger slit back up, meeting your swollen clit. You hissed. “Y-you...”

He pinched your clit between his index finger and thumb, followed by a firm press to your abused numb. You gasped, gripping his wrist at the mixture of pain and pleasure, your thighs were twitching at this point, “what was that, baby? you have to use your words properly.”

“You! ahhh you, J-Jungkook, you made me this wet... your doing.”

He placed three tender kisses to your lips, “fuck, such a good girl.” two more kisses because, why not?

“How many can you take?”

Slightly confused at his words, you tilted you head and raised an eyebrow, “wha – oh god…” you felt the two digits shoved up your hole stretching your walls out deliciously, “you take too long to answer, angel.”

He curled and scissored his digits in all kinds of direction, causing your walls to clench around him in attempt to suck him in even further into you, “babyyy, you take my fingers so well. This pretty cunt sucking on my fingers like that.”

He started thrusting his fingers into you in a fast pace, causing you to choke on a moan at the back of you throat.

Your back arched as your eyes rolled so far back you swore your could see the front of you brain. “You see, Y/N.” He fastened his pace, “slow isn’t really my pace.”

You locked your fingers tightly around his wrist as if it would help with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, “s-shit. Jungkook... Jungkook – p-please… Not so—fuck—not so f-fast.”

Completely ignoring you he continued to thrust his fingers in you at the same pace. Too embarrassed to be vocal, you reached for the nearest pillow and shoved your face in it, desperately trying to mute your whimpers and whines.

But just your luck, within seconds the pillow was gone from your face, making even the slightest breath audible, “no, no, no, no,” he stared at you deeply “I want to hear you,” the sight alone making you shudder.

A loud moan escaped your throat when he curled his fingers, hitting your spot just right. But his fingers weren’t enough, you needed to feel more. “Jungkook, can you—haah.”

He smiled, “can I what?”

The way his fingers were playing with your cunt made your spine arch off the bed deliriously, “use your words, baby. Otherwise I’m not gonna know what you want.”

“Mmm more, n-need more, I need your t-tongue.”

Disappointingly he shook his head disapprovingly, “I’m sorry, angel.” You frowned.

“You were selfish enough to keep the secret of your wet cunt to yourself, so my fingers are all you’re going to get for now.”

A cry left your mouth at his rejection, he kept scraping his digits in you, occasionally thrusting them in and out of your dripping core.

He rubbed your inner thigh with his other free hand when he saw your legs beginning to tremble, running small circles with his thumb in attempt to soothe the overwhelming sensations.

You tried to stop his hands from thrusting any further into you, you didn’t want to come on his fingers, you wanted to come on his cock, “t-that’s enough.”

“No, you’re about to cum… I can feel it.”

He fastened his pace even more, if that was even possible, “I w-want to cum while you’re inside of m-me.”

“And you will.” You shot your eyes to his direction. “Baby, this won’t be the only time you cum tonight.” He smirked while his fingers were still working their magic on you.

Seeing the distress in your face, he frowned innocently, the darkness in his eyes vanishing for a small moment, “have you never cum more than once in one night?”

Averting your eyes down to your side, avoiding eye contact with him, you slowly shook your head.

Sex with Jaehyun was a little… selfish. For the most part he kept it sweet and short, foreplay never lasting longer than a few kisses and touches until he moved on straight to penetration.

And that would either hurt since he hadn’t prepped you enough for him to enter you, which usually ended up with Jaehyun quickly running to the bathroom to grab a handful of lube and get back into bed with you.

You didn’t finish every time, which you knew was normal, but with the little amount of effort he had put into trying to please you in bed made you knowledgable of the fact that it was hard for you to release when Jaehyun never touched you properly in the areas you needed..

You even began questioning if it was your fault. Was there something wrong with your sex? Why were you barely able to finish?

You didn’t want to be that type of girl, so you kept telling yourself that sex really wasn’t the most important thing in your relationship, you had your trusted vibrator to temporarily sedate you from your release deprivation. You knew, god, you knew that the little private sessions at night you had wouldn’t satisfy you forever.

You didn’t know what reaction from Jungkook you had expected, but you certainly didn’t expect him to place a tender kiss to your clit, followed by a long lick along your folds. A strangled gasp ripped from your already sore throat.

Looking down at your legs you saw Jungkook’s face placed perfectly in between them, eyes dark again and locked on yours, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration and pleasure. You couldn’t say with certainty that you were the one enjoying this the most.

His arms wrapped around your thighs, pushing your cunt further against his mouth.

The tip of his nose creating friction against your soaked clit had all sorts of pleasurable emotions run through your skin.

“Where have you been, angel?”

Jungkook panted heavily still looking you in the eyes, he had removed himself from your folds, giving you a perfect glance of his face, which was drenched in your arousal. His nose was red, and lightly coated with your essence, lips were red and plump, panting as if he had run marathon. Your arousal had even reached his chin, a single droplet threatening to descend from his skin down onto the sheet, The sight alone causing your core to clench around nothing, “oh fuck,” he was so beautiful.

Jungkook reattached his lips back to your cunt, continuing to apply a good amount of pressure on your clit, occasionally licking a few rough licks along your slit.

He cupped his lips around your clit, sucking on it gently, but just enough for you to squirm under the suction. The sucking soon got replaced by wet kisses on the edges of your swollen lips, inhumane noises left your lungs.

A dark chuckle left his lips when he felt you desperately pushing your legs further apart to allow him more access. He dug his face deeper into your middle as he continued to lick his way around you making your toes curl and stomach turn deliciously.

You felt him piston his hips against the mattress roughly to relieve some much needed friction, causing the bed to shake, the headboard barely touching the wall. The sounds escaping him sounded like sobs.

You felt the knot in your stomach begging to be untied, “cum – I’m gonna c-cum.”

“Let go, all of it. Don’t you dare hold back.” And with that being said, you let the immense rush of pleasure run through your body continuously. Your walls aggressively clenching around his tongue, causing him to let out a shaky moan.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Jungkook breathed out. You flinched at the feeling of his tongue touching your swollen lips, propping yourself up to rest your weight on you elbows to get a good look at him.

“N-no, Jungk-kook. I’m s-sensitive.” You tried to push yourself away from his mouth, too overstimulated for him to touch you, but he only wrapped his arms tighter around your thighs to push you further in against him.

You bucked your hips up at the overstimulation, a loud moan leaving your lips, Jungkook grunting lowly in response.

“I-I can’t help it, you taste so fucking good,” he whispered breathlessly. “It’s so warm, so soft, so tight.” He eyed your slit hungrily, running a finger admiringly along the opening, causing a shaky breath to leave your lungs.

“How the fuck can you feel so tight, when I’m just using my tongue?” He slowly inserted the tip of his tongue in your slit, being careful with not making you enjoy it more than he’d like you to.

“I could eat you out for hours if we had the time,” he moaned out, licking his lips which had your excess juices on. “I’d make sure you’d know just how much I love your pussy.” He placed a small kiss on your folds.

You felt your heart throb at the small actions of affection.

Jungkook made your heart swell in delight, a way Jaehyun couldn’t. Everytime Jungkook touched you, he was so gentle, as if he was afraid he could break you with a simple raspberry on the forehead.

But he also wasn’t afraid to have his rough way with you, he wasn’t afraid of completely ruining your body. He knew very well what effect he had on you and he made sure to take advantage of it,

He made sure you knew how good you felt on him, how much he loved it. He made sure you felt comfortable, respected, adored.

He awoke feelings in you, you didn’t know existed at all. Jaehyun had never treated you like this…

You felt like an absolute asshole for constantly comparing your boyfriend to Jungkook mentally, but you couldn’t help it. All these new feelings and actions, those were so new to you, something you had never experienced.

And you’d be lying to yourself if you said you’d never, ever, imagined Jungkook to be your boyfriend when you were younger, impure scenarios that you would replay in your head almost every night before you fell asleep, was part of the package deal.

Is this what it was supposed to feel like?

“Something wrong, angel?”

Losing your train of thought, you hadn’t realized you had been sitting there, staring at Jungkook as if your system had malfunctioned.

“Jungkook… I need you to fuck me, now” he removed his face from your middle, eyes shooting to your face in surprise at your bold statement. Until now you had been quiet and shy, so of course Jungkook hadn’t pegged you to be a firery type in bed.

“Please, I-I can’t wait anymore,” you pleaded, your words coming out as small cries, “I need to feel you stretch me out, I need to feel myself clench around your cock while you fuck me, I need to feel you break me.”

Both your eyes were widen, neither of you knew you had it in you to say such words. “oh fuck,” Jungkook’s trembling fingers hastily reached behind to his back pocket to reach for a condom, but before he could go any further you stopped him, “I-I’m on the pill.”

The possibility of Jungkook being able to feel you, skin to skin had his pre-cum drenched shaft twitch in your direction. You swore you could see it point at you.

Remaining eye contact, Jungkook hovered above you, shoving both your knees apart roughly, lowering his frame down on you. Matching your uneven breaths, he placed both forearms parallel to your head on both sides, his face placed closely to yours.

You felt his precum-coated tip align at your soaked entrance. He arched his back upwards, curling his hips into yours. The first couple of inches stretching out your warm flower.

A soft gasp left your lips at the unfamiliar stretch. You arched your back as you closed your eyes, causing your naked chest to meet Jungkook’s.

He kept going deeper and deeper into you, until he finally had you all stretched out. You tried breathing softly, but couldn’t. The feeling of being so filled up overwhelmed you.

It had been months since you had gotten a good fuck, so your vaginal muscles had had plenty of time to tighten up again.

Moments passed, yet you still didn’t feel Jungkook move inside of you, so you opened your eyes to get a good look at what was preventing him from moving. The sight you saw right before your eyes had your heart swell in adoration.

“Y/N, I… I’m inside you,” he let out, barely above a whisper, yet still somehow audible to the human ear. He was staring down at the part where you two had been connected. He eyed himself disappearing in you in such amazement, it made your cheeks turn a shade of red.

You couldn’t take it anymore—he was there, inside of you, yet he still didn’t move. You needed just something. “…Jungkook, move,” you said clear enough for him to hear, but still completely dazed, he didn’t move an inch.

You sighed out a breathy sigh, deciding to take matters into your own hands, you mustered up all your strength to clench around him in order to feel him properly.

You heard air get stuck in Jungkook’s throat at your bold move, his eyes shot up to you, a hazy look stained all over his eyes. His pupils dilated, so dark and doe, you could see your own reflection in them clearly.

You threw your head back as you clenched around him some more when you still didn’t feel him moving inside of you. A soft moan leaving your mouth unlike Jungkook. “Y/N, w-wait—ahh,” A high-pitched noise left his throat as he shut his eyes closed. A line formed between his two eyebrows at how hard he was grimacing.

Your breath hitched in realisation.

He was close.

You had barely moved, but he was so close. Just a few single digit strokes and he’d burst. That’s why he wasn’t moving, he was trying to savor this moment, he didn’t want this to end, he was trying to remember you like this, underneath him, squirming, fucked out. Just like him.

You moved your fingers to hover over Jungkook’s cheeks. His eyes opening up again, and your heart clenched a little. He looked like he was about to cry, whines continuously leaving his mouth, his cheeks and nose covered by a light blush.

He somehow managed to keep his eyes fixated on you. Your thumb caressed gently over his warm cheek, and he immediately melted into your touch.

“Jungkook,” you purred softly, “baby...” you saw him visibly shudder at the pet-name, he didn’t answer, waiting for you to continue.

“Please move,” it came out darker than you intended to.

He lowered his head down to meet yours, his lips barely hovering over yours, resting with his eyes lazily open. You puckered your lips slightly thinking he had the intentions to kiss you, but his lips simply remained resting on yours.

“Jung- FUCK!”

He thrusted his hips harshly against yours, your brain made up a ripping sound as you swore to yourself that something was torn apart in your lower region.

His wet lips pecked yours, only to pull away after when a loud grunt tore from his throat, “fuck… I’m n-not going to—shit—last very l-long.” You nodded understandingly as you were not far from becoming undone.

“How are you so fucking t-tight?” he growled, “did that boyfriend of yours ever even fuck you properly?” He asked out of breath, slamming his hips into your cunt harder.

“I’m the only one who can fuck you this good, angel.” Too drained from the immense pleasure, all you were able to do was roll your eyes to the back of your head in response, “say it,” the speed of his hips increased, “tell me I’m the only one,” you were on the verge of tears when you felt his tip brush your cervix.

“You’re the only – a-ahh – you’re the only one who knows how to fuck me, Jungkook.”

You looked down to where you and Jungkook were aligned perfectly together, the sight of him disappearing in you only to reappear moments later had your stomach curling deliciously in all directions. You unintentionally clenched around him at the arousing sight.

What you didn’t know, was that Jungkook had caught you in your filthy moment. A hoarse chuckle escaped his mouth, “you like watching me fuck you?” You tangled your fingers in his hair at his unholy words. Whining, you nodded your head yes.

In dark pride, Jungkook jerked his hips harder into you, words of encouragement such as yes, or, don’t stop, urged him on to continue to completely rearrange your guts.

You felt Jungkook twist and turn his hips experimentally, each thrust hitting a new spot in you, “what are you—oh my… god,” he smirked in victory.

“Found her,” and once found, Jungkook repeatedly hit the spongy spot, causing you to come closer and closer to your high. Heavy breaths and skin slapping against one another filled the room. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his hands snaking down to your legs, bending your knees to allow himself to burry his cock deeper into you.

“No, angel,” he growled.

“Look at me,” he continued, “I want you to look at me while I fuck you... Look at me,” you obediently open your eyes, making it impossible for you to look away again. Your eyebrows furrowed at the pleasure, Jungkook mirrored your expression. “J-just like that.”

His eyes ran all over your face, even going as far as going down along your exposed body.

Eyeing your body freely as if the same rules didn’t apply to him. “I-I’m almost there,” Jungkook took this as a sign to give you his all. He crashed his soft lips onto yours and practically forced his tongue between your lips to explore every untouched inch of your warm muscle.

He wrapped his wet fingers that were covered in your previous release, around your own fingers. Pinning one hand over your head as he continued to slam his hips into your own. A heavy breath mixed with a moan escaping your lips that were now coated in Jungkook’s saliva.

The intimate position slammed all the oxygen out of your lungs. Occupied with the unnecessary yet affectionate move that he pulled off, it came completely unnoticed when he snaked his free hand down you chest, past your stomach, down to your core, he slowly, but with enough friction, started rubbing meaningless patterns on your clit. A sharp inhale tore through your throat at the add-on pleasure.

His tongue continued to slide its way in various ways. The kiss needy and heated, you tried your best to keep up with his pace. Sloppy openmouthed kisses were given, causing the drips of saliva to drip down from the side of your lip, unsure if the mucus belonged to him or you.

Your moans moved up in volume, letting Jungkook know that you were dangerously close to finally releasing. “Let me have it – fuck... cum on my cock, please cum like the pretty angel you are,” he cooed over your lips, shoving your knees apart even further to go even deeper in you, making sure that he had hit every part of your insides before you had the chance to release.

“Jungkook!”

And that was the final straw for you. Finally, all the moves that had helped build up to this very release, your stomach uncurled at the rush of please burning thoroughly through you, all the way to the tip of your fingers. Trails of fire were felt on every inch of your body. Never had you ever felt an orgasm so intense.

His name managed to escaped your lips once more while he continued to jolt himself into you. You let out a tired whine. Still recovering from your orgasm, you began squirming at the overstimulation, “Jungkook I can’t – I can’t.”

“yes, baby, I know you can t-take it.” completely tongue-tied, all the words stuck in your throat, you somehow managed to nod at him, urging him to chase his own release, “fuck, such an angel you are, yeah?” he pecked your forehead, a grunt escaped his lips, the sound-waves hitting the skin of your sweaty forehead.

Hitting just the right spot, a whine left your mouth along with a tight clench around his cock. “S-shit, do that again…” Jungkook panted dropping his face into your neck, desperately trying to chase his own high.

You obediently clenched the hardest you could one last time around him, striving after his orgasm just as hard as himself.

And finally, you felt him shoot his load into you, filling you up to the brim with his seeds. A shudder ran down his spine as he felt you milking every last drop of his load out of him.

You moaned at the feeling of the warm liquid coating your walls perfectly.

“Y-Y/N,” he purred, collapsed on top of you, trying to catch his breath. You closed your eyes in attempt to recover from whatever the fuck just happened.

“That was…”

“Holyfuckingshit,”

Your eyes jolted open at the feeling of a finger being shoved up your hole. You gasped in overstimulation, hastily gripping at Jungkook’s wrist, “J-Jungkook, no. I can’t anymore.”

He smiled coyly at your worried expression, pride filling his chest at the thought of him having driven you to your limit. “I know, angel,” he started, “I just don’t want you to drip.”

He smiled cockily at you, finishing shoving his load deep into you, making sure not a single drop could leak out.

He rested his head against your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat slowly steady itself. The sound of your beating heart soothed him in a way he couldn’t describe.

Looking up at your face to ask you what all of this had meant to you, a small twinge of disappointment washed over his face when he saw your form fast asleep.

But the disappointment didn’t last too long when your cute form lightly snoring made his heart swell up.

He couldn’t help but wrap his arms tightly around your waist, comfortably laying his head on you chest, listening soothingly to your steady heartbeat. He blushed at the fact that your heartbeat fell perfectly in sync with his.

He smiled lightly before placing a soft kiss on your slightly parted lips. “Sweet dreams, angel.”

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A/N: OMG THIS SHIT TOOK ME FOREVER TO FINISH, my writers-block had me ready to yell in 67 different languages. a n y w a y, hope you liked it lovelies, sry for any grammar mistakes or anything of the sort<3

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