#and then rolled out to be a horrible person for everyone to express their disgust at having to interact with

[misserabella]

come over

abby anderson x fem! reader

pt2

summary; strangely enough, your number one enemy since kindergarten and captain of the basketball club of your college calls you up one night begging you to come over to her dorm room. after knocking on her door, things will take a turn that you would have never expected.

CW;; +18 content! minors dni!, cursing, dirty talk, nipple play, bullying and fights, teasing, oral sex (r receiving), strap on use (r receiving), abby calls the strap her cock, jealousy, possessiveness, dacryphilia, overstimulation, squirting, spanking, finger fucking, hair pulling, praising, degradation, multiple orgasms… MINORS DNI!!!

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You were having a really bad day. Not bad, horrible.

First of all, your alarm didn’t go off for some stupid reason and caused you to 1. getting late to school and 2. getting your teacher to lower your grade just because he’s a goddamn asshole that hates you.

Second of all, you’d forgotten your lunch and your wallet, so you were now starving unable to buy anything to eat (thank god one of your friends had shared with you her sandwich or else you would be dead by now). And third of all…

“And what do we have here?”

Her.

You rolled your eyes, feeling your skin heating up and your insides turning with disgust and anger as you turned around to face the most annoying fucking person you’ve ever met.

“Give it back, Anderson.”

Abigail Anderson, the name that would appear on your worst nightmares, the monster under your bed, the last person you’d ever want to live through the end of the world with... Your enmity had been going strong since kindergarten, when she had picked on you for your looks since day one just because. Then, she started to tell her friends and those around you to not go near you or else they’d catch lice.

She needed to be on top of you all the time; if there was a race on P.E, she’d make you trip with her foot to get you on your knees and win (leaving you all bloody and injured), if there were presentations to be made in front of the whole class she’d crack up jokes to make everyone laugh at you, giving you quite the public anxiety and if you somewhat got to win her in anything (probably at grades) she’d go nuts and get so pissed that she’d make your life impossible for the next few months by trashing your locker, ‘accidentally’ throwing her drinks all over you, telling the teachers that she saw you cheating…

It only got worse when you found your best friend: Ellie Williams. You became inseparable in high school. And she made your life impossible.

You stapled a poster at the university’s ‘news wall’. It was Ellie’s, she was about to go on a tour and had asked you if it would be okay to hang some posters to let everyone know. Through the years, The Fireflies had gained fame and a lot of followers.

“The freak is going on a tour?” she scoffed, raising her eyebrows. “Disgusting. She really thinks she’s gonna become a superstar or some shit…”

You fisted your hands, your heart being squished under the nickname that your friend had had to grow up with just because she liked things the others didn’t.

“Don’t call her that.” you said, your eyes straight into hers.

“ ‘Freak’?” she teased you, swaying away the poster when you tried and take it back. “What do you want me to call her then, hm? Delusional, maybe.” she thought out loud, when she noticed your furious expression, she simply shrugged. “Just stating facts.” the people around you had gathered to listen to your bickering. It was a daily coincidence now, Anderson being always the one looking for trouble. Some of them laughed at her words… Jerks. Just like her.

“You know what, Anderson? Sure, call her whatever you want.” you said, ripping from his hands the poster. “But I assure you, that you’ll never be not an inch of a girl that she is. All that height and still no brains. ” that made the crowd burst out in laughter. You were filled with proudness when you noticed her jaw tightening and her body going stiff. You were no outcast now, you were popular to be honest, and everybody knew the two of you since Anderson was the basketball team captain and you the cheerleader team captain. It was hell on the games, each of you always fighting each other off. But your teammates had grown so accustomed to it that they just laughed at your little fights. “So go ahead and run your mouth, ‘cause I’m sure yours will never get to places hers have never been.” you leaned in. “And hold your tongue, ‘cause Ellie knows how to use hers really well.” you whispered inches away from her face, giving her a wink before stapling the poster to the board and leaving her behind with tightened fists and heated cheeks.

It was a big day for you and your team, and you didn’t have time for play dates.

—

“y/n!” your eyes shone when to your ears the familiar sound of your best friend’s voice ringed.

You turned around, with your pompoms in hand and high ponytail, your college’s cheerleader uniform shining due to the lights that lightened the whole basketball court.

“Els!” you smiled, so bright that almost blinded, running and jumping on your friend’s arms, who easily caught you and squeezed you in a tight hug. “You made it!” you laughed as she twirled you around.

“Of course I made it, it’s your big night after all. Although I still don’t get this basketball and cheering thing…” she left a sweet peck on your cheek. “But look at you all dolled up! Is it for me?” she winked, leaning just the slightest in, enough for her to whisper on your ear.

You laughed, playfully pushing at her chest. “Of course Ellie, you know I’m all yours.” you winked back, making her let out a quick laughter.

“I really need to put a ring on you, Ms. Williams.” she pointed at you as the music that let the public know that the match was about to start started to play through the speakers and she backed off to the stairs to sit and leave you to your cheerleading.

“I’ll be waiting on it, Ms. Williams!” she sent you a flying kiss that only made you giggle and roll your eyes. You loved Ellie, she always found a way to make you laugh and that’s something that you truly appreciated. She was the only one that truly got you.

You turned around to call for your teammates, your smile fading as fast as your eyes bumped against those blue ones that you do well knew at this rate.

Anderson looked at you with such a pissed expression… Water bottle tightly clutched in one of her hands, about to burst. She let it fall to the ground along with the towel that stood on her shoulders when her coach called out for her with his whistle, giving Ellie, who was on the first step on your back a death glare as she ran to the center of the court to shake hands with the other team captain.

What the…

“Girls come on!!” you called for the cheerleaders on your team as you still looked at the stiff body of your incarnated hell. What the fuck is wrong with her?

“Assume positions!”

Not my problem.

You shrugged it off and started to cheer for your team along with the public that had come to watch the match, most of them students from both colleges. And through all of it, you tried and ignore the harsh eyes that bore holes on the back of your neck, even if your skin felt like being on fire.

…

It was late at night in your dorm room, your roommate having left to stay at her girlfriend’s house since it was Friday. You were snacking on some candy and chips as you watched your favorite show, Teen Wolf, along with Ellie, who had sneaked to your bedroom, laying in your bed fully covered and with your pjs on. After the game, which you sadly had lost, you had watched as a very infuriated Abby walked out of the court and the gym, not without giving you and Ellie, who was hugging you and congratulating you for your efforts regardless of the result of the match, a pretty harsh glare that clearly said ‘fuck you two.’

Jeez, you didn’t know what has gotten her so riled up that afternoon but you surely hoped for her to go and drown her sorrows somewhere as quietly as possible and leave you alone.

“Hell yeah!” you cheered to the power couple as they shared their first kiss, almost jumping and throwing all your chips around and on your best friend when Isaac and Allison finally shared their first kiss.

“Ugh. Really Allison?! I was expecting better from you.” the auburn haired guitarist gasped, acting hurt at the ‘betrayal’. She was team Scott. Which was obviously stupid since he now liked Kira.

“What are you talking about?! Scott has moved on, doesn’t she have the right to do so too?” Ellie gave you a side glance as in a ‘no’, but she quickly laughed when you hit her shoulder with a ‘hey!��.

Your attention was completely on the screen when your phone started buzzing on your side table. You took a new bite at your candy as you reached for it, still not focusing on it as you took. the call. It was probably your roommate calling to check in.

“Hello?” you talked into the line, waiting for a few seconds for an answer that never came. You checked the screen, ‘Unknown number’ showing on its center. You furrowed your eyebrows “Hello? Who’s this?” Ellie paused the series and rose to sit up on your bed along with you, mouthing a ‘who’s it?’. You simply shrugged and mouthed back a ‘no idea’. The sudden appearance of a sharp and heavy breathing caught you off ward for a couple of seconds before you rolled your eyes.

“Are you serious?” you huffed, thinking it was a stupid phone call. “We're in college, how about we stop playing Scream and start being more matures?” you said, and just as you were about to hang up, a rather familiar voice croaked out:

“y/n."

You froze, your breath hitching as your brain tried to convince itself that you had heard right “Anderson?” you were in shock for a couple of seconds, Ellie furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you in utter disbelief. When the casual anger grew inside you with just the mention of her name appeared you snapped at her. “Do you know what hour it is… No. Why the fuck are you calling me in first place?” you rolled your eyes. For just a couple of hours that you were enjoying yourself with your best friend, of course she had to come and ruin it. She always does and always will.

She was silent for an instant before her voice breaks out in a whimper that makes your stomach flip.

“Please.”

“W…What?” your eyebrows were knitted together so hard it was painful. Ellie just hits you in the arm, silently asking you to tell her what’s going on. You just swatted her hand away and lift a finger to quiet her.

“Please.” she repeated.

“Are you drunk or something? You should-“ you started, but she was quick to cut you off.

“y/n…” that was something different. The way your name fell from her lips in such need, hunger… “Come over. Please come over. I need you so bad…”

“I-“

“y/n, what is it?” Ellie spoke up, and you could hear the tension from the other part of the line rise.

“Fuck. Is Williams there with you?” Abby affirmed more than asked.

“y/n!” Ellie asked again.

“y/n.” but the voice of Anderson on the other line had you too out of focus. The way you could hear the begging on her tone, the need…

You didn’t know what had gotten over you, but you found yourself quick on your feet to grab your dorm keys.

“Wait for me.”

Ellie stood up as well and watch you hang up and made your way out of your room after putting on a pair of shoes.

“Where are you going?” Ellie inquired, completely and utterly lost. “You’re leaving?”

“I’ll be right back, I promise. I think there’s something wrong with Anderson. You can continue with the serie and use my bed, alright?” you quickly muttered, and when you caught her stepping closer and raising her hand to say something and find out whatever the hell was going on, you closed the door on her face.

You made your way over to her room’s wing, having been there before to parties and so. And before you knew it, you had knocked on her door. You didn’t have to wait a long time before she appeared on its threshold, her normally perfectly combed and braided hair being a mess, shirtless and with only a pair of sweats and a sports bra on. She looked like a mess, with red cheeks, swollen bitten lips, glassed eyes and shaky breathing.

“Anderson, what the hell are you…” a scream almost got ripped out of you at the harsh yank that took place on your arm. Before you knew it you had been pulled inside and smashed against the now closed door of her room, her body towering over yours and her breath caressing your face.

Fuck. You’ve never been this close before.

“You’re driving me insane.” she said, one of her hands cupping your cheek, dark shiny eyes connecting with yours before they’d drift back to your lips. “I’ve been thinking about what you told me all day. Knowing that Williams got to touch you, taste you… Is killing me. And her being in your room? Having you in her arms? Thinking about her just touching you is… Fuck.” you chocked. You didn’t understand. Wasn’t she supposed to hate you? Despise you? Then why…? “I can’t stop imagining her kissing you, holding you…” her thumb pressed over your bottom lip, tugging on it, admiring. “You were supposed to pay attention to me. You were supposed to think about me.” your heart was thumping against your ribs, and you felt like dying when she harshly kissed you. It was fast, and angry. Her tongue was quick to push inside your mouth, your teeth clashing and your body being pulled against her. You whimpered, your hands finding her hair as you pulled her closer. You’d never felt this way. How your whole body seemed to combust, the shaking of your limbs, the thumping of your heart…

But what was going on? ‘Pay attention to her’? ‘Think of her’? What was that supposed to mean? Had Anderson always treat you badly to get your attention? To get under your skin one way or another?

You were burning, so badly that she felt like snow.

“Fuck.” she muttered as she pulled away. “Been dreaming of doing that since the first time you yelled at me.” you whimpered when her warm hands took a harsh hold of your waist, pulling you against her close and tight enough for you to feel her body heat, her hard nipples through her bra.

Her mouth was back on yours, and your whole world was spinning. Her hair on your hands, her gasps against your lips, her pine scent…

“Yeah, that’s right.” she muttered, a little smirk showing in her factions when she noticed your dazed and unfocused eyes. “Focus on me. Just me.” she whispered on your ear before her lips latched to your neck, sucking on your skin hard enough to mark you up. You moaned, her hands sneaking inside your pj’s shirt and slowly making its way upwards, towards your chest.

“Fuck, Anderson.” you gasped when her warm hands took your tits, massaging them and rolling your nipples in between her fingers as she pressed a leg in between your legs, making your aching pussy brush against the lean muscle of her thigh.

“Abby.” she corrected. “It’s Abby for you, baby.”

“Abby.” you moaned when she pushed upwards with her leg, helping you ride it.

“That’s right. But you need to say it a little bit louder, hm? Need to let everybody know that it’s me who you are moaning for.” you whimpered at her words, her large hands leaving your chest to take your hips and pick you up to make her way to her king size bed. She lifted you so easily it was dizzying, the muscles of her arms popping

You felt almost crushed against the duvet when she pinned you down to it underneath her weight. Almost, ‘cause right at that exact moment, you just wished she could be closer, she could be harsher, smush you against the bed and fuck you senseless ‘till you are nothing more than a babbling mess.

“That’s right.” she smirked when you pulled her closer, choked when her hands were once again pulling your top up slowly. “Fuck. You drive me insane.” she muttered when your chest was fully uncovered. “Fucking beautiful.” you moaned when her mouth left wet kisses on your chest. Her tongue circled your nipples as one of her hands made its way to the seam of your pajama pants and panties, which stood completely soaked in arousal.

“Abby.” you cried out when her fingers caressed you from over the lace of your underwear, chuckling at the wetness of them.

“You are so wet for me already, such a good girl…” you almost whimpered, your cheeks blushing at the praise, something that didn’t go unnoticed. “You liked that, hm? Like to be my good little girl?” you nodded, your legs shaking when she finally pushed down your underwear and pjs to touch you. You gasped when her rough and thick fingers pressed against your core, sliding through your folds, pooled in your arousal. “So fucking wet.” she cursed as she circled your clit, making you moan. Her touch was electrifying. “Is all of this for me?” you once again nodded. “I need to hear your pretty voice. Speak up for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes… It’s all for you.” you managed to sputter out.

“Mmh…” she hummed happily with the answer, smirking when you let out a loud moan as she pushed her middle finger inside of you, instantly hitting that spongy spot that could make you come over and over again. “Then I guess that if it’s all for me… I could have a taste. Isn’t that right?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you suddenly felt her tongue around your clit at the same time as she thrusted her finger in and out of you, slowly enough to have you gripping at her hair and bucking your hips in search of more.

She complied, starting to eat you out like a woman starved. And she kind of was, having been craving you for years and years… She craved you, needed you so badly that her composure had plummeted once you’ve told her that Ellie had touched you, kissed you, tasted you first…

She wanted you. Wanted you to be solely and completely hers.

“Ah, Abby, shit…” you were so sensitive. More than usually. Was it because Abby was too good at eating you out or because it was Abby who was eating you out?

“Louder, baby. I need you to be louder for me.” she said before going back to you, her tongue lapping up at your juices and adding another finger. Their thickness made you cry out her name loud enough for the whole floor to hear. You just hoped that there was no teacher doing the check-ins that night or you’d be screwed.

“Abby, I’m… I’m gonna…” your grip tightened on her hair.

“You’re gonna come? Gonna come on my face, hm?” she curved her fingers upwards, relentlessly hitting your g spot over and over again, pulling you closer to your orgasm. “Go ahead, come for me. Let me have it.”

She didn’t need to say it twice. With her tongue back circling your clit, you moaned as you came, harsh, on her tongue, her helping you to extend you climax by thrusting in and out her fingers whilst lapping at your release, drinking everything you had to offer in between moans and hums.

When she let go of you, licking her two fingers clean, you were a flustered mess; with your hair sticking everywhere, red cheeks, swollen lips and glossy eyes. And she wasn’t that different from you, with her chin and red puffy lips shiny with your juices, her cheeks were flushed and her hair a beautiful blonde mess that you had created in between tugs and caresses. She looked beautiful, so beautiful that you couldn’t help dragging her towards you to taste yourself off of her lips, one of your hands finding her aching pussy, soaking her panties. She groaned in your mouth, pulling from your hair to part ways.

“Abby…” you cried out, your eyes half-lidded with need, your pussy aching for her.

“What is it, hm?” oh but she already knew… “Haven’t you had enough already? I gave you my fingers and my mouth, is that not enough for you? What a needy slut…” you moaned at her harsh tone and degradation, the contrast with the recent praise making your skin burn and your body cry for her. You needed her so badly… So much that you swore you could die. “Want me to fuck you, hm? Want me to make you cum all over my cock? Have you all brainless as I use you?”

“Yes please Abby, please, I want it.”

“So pretty begging for me, do you want it that bad?” you nodded, squirming under her touch and whimpering when she gave your thigh a harsh slap. “Can’t hear you, beautiful.”

“Yes.” you cried out, loving how harsh she was treating you, loving the idea that she would use you just for her pleasure.

“Then say it. Beg me to fuck you.” another spank.

“Please Abby, I want you to make me cum all over your cock, please, please, please… I need it. I need you.” tears swelled in your eyes as you stuttered.

“Good girl. Wasn’t that hard, was it?” she said with a smirk, quickly shoving his sweats and underwear down her thighs to discard them aside and reach out for her drawers, pulling out her strap. You almost choked at the size. You couldn’t take that.

It was huge. So thick and large that you knew that she’d tear you apart, stretch you out so good that would leave you sobbing and drooling against her pillow as she fucked into you over and over again.

“What? Bigger than William’s?” she teased you as she towered over you, strapping it to her waist. You would have answered if you weren’t too focused on the pink of its head and on the veins of its sides. On her pussy too. “You’re staring, pretty girl.” you blushed, looking away and into her eyes.

“Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Abby.” you snapped, and she groaned, once again pinning you underneath her and kissing you feverishly. You parted your legs for her to position herself in between them.

“There it is. That fucking mouth of yours. How about I fuck the attitude out of you, hm?” you gasped on her mouth when you felt the head of the strap play with your cunt, slowly dragging up and down in between your slicked folds to lube it up, teasing you at your entrance, pushing just the slightest against it. You were so fucking wet… More than you had ever been before.

“Fuck Abby, please…” you whimpered, your hips thrusting against the tip of her cock. You needed it inside.

Your nails found her back as she finally, after hearing your pleads and begging, aligned herself and started to push the tip of her cock inside, leaving you breathless at the stretch.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” she hushed you as you whimpered with every inch. “You are gonna do good for me, isn't that right baby? You are gonna take it, gonna take my cock and cum on it over and over again, right?” you nodded, sinking your nails deeper in her skin, deep enough to make her bleed. But Abby didn’t care, ‘cause she was finally making you hers, and you were so goddamn tight she was losing her mind. She couldn’t even pull backwards at the clenching of your walls.

You were crying of pleasure and due to the overwhelming sensation of her huge cock when she finally had settled herself fully inside, the tip reaching places you’d never dreamed of, the girth stretching your walls so good it was almost painful. Almost.

"Fuck. Look at you. Already crying and I haven't begun to fuck you yet.” you moaned when she started to slowly fuck into you, so deep that you were going crazy. You needed more, so much more. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

“More. Please Abby, more.” you called out for her, your whimpers filling the room more and more as she started to move faster and faster.

“Yeah, that’s right. Fucking take it.” she groaned, lost on how good you felt. She never wanted to leave. Never wanted to stop feeling you this close. “Such a good girl.”

You moaned, your eyes turning white at the pleasure. This was like nothing you had experienced before.

“Tell me, did Williams fucked you this good, huh?” she asked, taking your cheeks with her right hand as she rolled your clit with her left to make you look at her. “Did she make you drool? Made you cry?”

You shook your head, but she wasn’t happy with that.

“Say it. Say that no one’s has fucked you like me. Say it, baby. Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

“No one has ever… ever fucked me like you.” you somehow achieved to say in between moans and gasps.

“That’s right. Look at you, your pussy is taking me so good… Sucking me in as if you don’t want me to leave.”

Suddenly you were in all fours, your chest against the mattress as she pounded inside of you harder and harder, so hard that you could feel her in your cervix, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” you cried out, drooling on her pillow, tears spilling due to how good she was making you feel.

Her hands found your hips, pulling you against her hips with every hard thrust, leaving you breathless.

You were a babbling and moaning mess, incapable to form any words, even her name.

“Look at you, so cock drunk you can’t even speak.” she said, and moaned when the strap rubbed perfectly her puffy clit. “Such a slut.” you whimpered when she gave you a harsh slap on your ass, her eyes focusing on how her dick disappeared in and out of your pussy, which now seemed to be molding around her and just her.

“Abby…” you dragged the ‘y’ as she sped up, fucking you brainless, calling her name over and over again.

She could feel the way you started to clench around the silicone. The wet noises of your juices and her thrusts filled the room with your high pitched moans. You were close. So fucking close…

“Abby, I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna…” your voice was so fucked up due to your screams that you swore you’d have a sore throat tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care.

“That’s alright sweetheart. Why don’t you come all over my dick, hm? Let me see you fall apart.” and you did. You came so hard you saw stars, your ears ringing as you squirted all over her bed sheets. “Fuck, good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” she groaned at the sight of your cunt gushing around her whole cock.

You were an incoherent mess as you came over and over again, drooling on her pillow and throwing her over the edge with a ‘fuck’.

And maybe and just maybe, you stopped hating Abby that much from now on.

‘Cause we all know what they say… From hatred to love there is only one step.

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a/n; i hoped y’all liked this college abby!! love you!!!!🩵

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[on-the-clear-blue]

I am thinking about, what if Jason, fresh from the grave, actually managed to get to Wanye manor?

Like, some Gothamite stumbles upon this kid in a muddy silk suit, with hands bleeding and bruised, whos hollow looking eyes are filled with tears, trying to draw in weezy breaths and let's out a long desperate whimper that sounds like..."help me"

But instead of running and calling the police because clearly the dead are starting to raise in Gotham and that is like, actually the worst, they notice something, they have seen that face before, fucking hell nearly all of gotham had, maybe a little younger, maybe with a happy smile and a twinkle in his eye even in a black in white photo put out by the newspaper, cus that's the Wayne kid, that's Brucies little boy that got killed.

And they take him home, to the Wanye Manor clearly some bullshit happened, because in Gotham the even the dead arnt allowed to rest it seemed.

Even if nobody ever made it past the front gate, everyone knows where the Manor is, it's the seat of power for like, the most important family in Gotham, criminal or otherwise.

And they feel horrible ringing the gate bell, they would wince because it sounds like a sick joke to just to roll up, and say "I got your dead kid, you want em back?"

Imagine the pain that Alfred has to go through hearing that? Some stranger has just rung in that they have his youngest charge grandson who Alfred personally dressed in his finest to be laid to rest. The same Alfred who did the same for Thomas and Martha, who cried over their bodies in secret just as he did Jason.

He let's the stranger through the front gate, while Master Bruce has a rule against killing, Alfred is more than willing to, and his shotgun is loaded as he watches a older car slowly wind up the long driveway.

He is standing at the door, gun lowered as the stranger pulls to a stop, they don't even look surprised at the gun in the old man's hands, simply nodding at it before heading to the back seat of their car and-

Dear God they dug up his boy, anger pulses through him, the gun raises to shoot down this utter scum before...the body twitches as the stranger speaks to it, gently shaking it and...and Jason blinks awake, a strangled gasp coming from his chest before coughs, and Jason is stumbling out of the back seat.

Alfred can't move for a second, can't think as he sees Jason alive once more, the boys pained expression lessens slightly as he seems to spot thr butler, and a soft, hoarse whisper came from his lips, "A-Alfie..."

Imagine Bruce, drunk beyond the point where it should kill him, laying in Jason's bed, the curtains drawn closed, leaving the room pitch black, the only lights coming from the smattering of glow in the dark stars, done up in constellations across the ceiling, and a small night light by the door.

His son still needed a night light, his darling boy was still young enough to fear the dark, even if it was at an instinctual level.

Bruce felt disgusted by himself, hatred of the pathetic excuse of a man that he was, his son was gone gone GONE.

The lights of his life was gone, and he deserved it, he shouldn't have been so greedy, so selfish to want Dick in his life, so what if Vruce saw himself in the boy, commerserated with the searing pain of his parents, Bruce should have kept the child away, to not allow Dick to become anything like him.

It was good that Bruce was pushing him away, making the wonderful young man Dick turned out to be hate him, Bruce only deserved that, it hurt so much to turn his back on his son, but Bruce couldn't allow anymore of himself to befoul the boy he loved so dearly.

The man longed for another drink but he refused to bring the bottle into Jason's room, he wouldn't desecrate his sons space with something he had hated so much.

It was the only reason Bruce rolled out of the bed, his body felt like lead, numb and dull to the world, and as he opened the door into the hall, he saw him.

There Jason was, yet more to hunt him, his child's phantom back to torment him again.

Mind clouded with pain, Bruce would stumble up to that ghost the figment of his imagination that sought to torment him, stopping only a foot away and falling to his knees, fresh tears sting at the man's eyes. A gutteral sound of agony tearing through him as he wails in sorrow, of a future, a life snuffed out.

Only to be silenced by a weight on his shoulder, followed by a smaller body drapped across his own, the cry of pain was choked out by shock, eyes that shut fly open to see that the phantom, the ghost of his son...was not just a figment of his foul mind.

And Jason's body was not cold, not stiff with rigor mortise, it was warm and soft, the thrum if a weak heart beat pounded across his back where his sons chest was across him.

With shaky hands Bruce would, almost reverently, reach out to touch his son, pulling his hand back as if he was burned went he felt the boys body.

In a moment the man was latched onto the boy, holding onto him as if he let go Jason would fade away and he would lose his son once again.

Of course they run tests, though Bruce is never not in arms reach of Jason, always trying to keep the boy in his eyesight, and went they come back that it really is Jason? That their boy is returned? Bruce clings to his son once more, tears renewed, this time filled with relief not sorrow.

Though sadly, we don't get this, instead after digging himself out of his own grave, Jason gets hit by a car and gets kidnapped by a murder death cult and gets dunked in the evil mountain dew before getting turned against the people that love him, fed lies to fuel his pit madness and then set off on a killing spree of revenge.

[takes1]

kageyama flirting with tall!ace!reader [final part]

lots of volleyball-action in this one. was kind of a palette cleanser for me, i know it's pretty niche but oh well :P

warnings. nsfw-ish at the end, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / tall!reader / pining!kageyama / kageyama is horrible with girls / fluffy + a little angsty / kageyama is intimidating / a pick-up game / very passionate kissing / PDA / making out / ws!reader / kageyama setting for you / oikawa's sister!reader / nervous!kageyama / nishinoya loves you / hinata loves you / 3.8k words

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests? part one here.

"We're seriously playing against a girl?" Tsukishima yawned.

He was carelessly glancing around, hands deep in his pockets, as you entered the Karasuno gym with your clingy chauffeur.

Kageyama's nose wrinkled at his assertion. The foul expression on his face as he rolled up his sleeves was about to give way to some even nastier words.

His complaining was completely baseless on the surface. It was a voluntary pick-up game, not a formal practice.

The scheming, calculated look to Kageyama was a more appropriate reasoning for his shitty remarks, not the notion that he had anything against girls, or you.

"With," Daichi corrected with a grin, patting Tsukishima's shoulder with a firmness that expressed more of a, 'Shut the fuck up and be respectful, you brat,' kind of strength.

Kageyama couldn't quite catch Hinata from sprinting away to greet you, once he caught sight of you across the gymnasium floor. The thought to run after him was quickly stifled when you smiled at his presence. It drained all of the courage out of him. He shuddered.

The shorter of the two was convinced you were already best friends, mind a little clouded by something close to infatuation and the notion that you were the coolest player he had ever watched before.

"You okay?" Suga peeked up at him.

He was carefully monitoring Kageyama after he noticed how quiet he was being in the changing room, "You look a little pale."

Thankfully, your brother was only there to drop you off. Toru warned you to be safe -emphasis on safe- and left with a disgusted squint (directed towards the team, inside), unable to stay for the whole game.

You and Hinata were on your way to formally greet them. Kageyama's gaze narrowed at him, already your favorite- he said something, big and animated, to make you laugh.

He crossed his arms, sinking further into their bubble of players, but it did nothing to muffle his nervous shiver. Daichi shouldered him back forward with a smirk. Something like Captain's Intuition told him that their fearless setter wouldn't be so shy for 'no reason.'

Tsukishima snickered, "I think he's nervous."

Hinata took the liberty of introducing you.

"Nice to meet all of you," You greeted Daichi in particular, sparing smaller looks to everyone. "Hello," You said quieter with nod to Kageyama, because you had spoken to him before.

But the guy looked like he wanted to kill you, so you kept your interactions with him short, after that.

Everybody else was incredibly kind and accommodating; they were especially curious about the differences between men's and women's volleyball. The anxiety of your little pickup game became a distant memory thanks to how friendly the team was. They were ecstatic for the chance to play, the opportunity to meet a new person who (reportedly, for most of them) was a good asset, and to all be together.

It was easier to pretend as though you were not a good player until you could back it up. No need to get everybody's hopes up, if you were somehow off your game today.

After all, Hinata did enough bragging for you about what he had seen that weekend at the tournament, leaving the whole team captivated through warming up- how you broke through Date Tech's, "-Lady Iron Wall like WHAM-BUH-BAM-!!"

You laughed under your hand at his recreation.

"She broke some girl's fingers, too," Kageyama tacked on.

Daichi and Azumane shared a startled look. You didn't notice because you were too busy trying to decipher why Kageyama felt so inclined to vouch for you. He avoided your inquisitive stare.

"Got a penalty for the team," You muttered to yourself, "Wasn't worth it--."

Hinata was quick, "How could you say that?!"

"Was she okay?" Azumane asked at the same time.

Kageyama answered for you, "She was fine."

"Ohh, that's good."

Hinata reminded himself of your other skills, getting all caught up in his own excitement:

"You wouldn't have been able to finish out with your serve if that didn't happen!"

You were hardly warming up anything other than your maximum capacity for conversation at this point.

Though the others looked interested in what he meant, you refused to elaborate. You just wanted to play a game. A game free from expectation, for once.

The line-up had you, Kageyama, Daichi, Tsukishima, Azumane, and Ennoshita on the same team. You were playing Hinata, Suga, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kinoshita, and Yamaguchi.

It was a smooth game for the first five points, each- you didn't call a ball for a long time because you were just trying to get a feel of the team dynamics, keep up with their timing. They had their unique pace, thanks to all the time they spent practicing together.

You were intimidated, too- just a bit. It didn't help that Kageyama wasn't nearly as friendly as your own setter.

It felt like you were playing in a cage for a while, wishing your setter was different, trying to make yourself smaller. Suga seemed much nicer on the other side of the net.

That didn't last for long. Making your presence less than wasn't a strong suit, and despite all the roadblocks, you could never not have a great time playing a game of volleyball.

You were laughing at Hinata's excited celebration at finally getting past Tsukishima's block.

"How'd ya like that, Gumby?!"

Tanaka's laughter was decisively loud- pissing Tsukishima off so bad you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Chill out, Hinata!" Suga's soft warning stalled his dancing.

You held your shoulder and swung your arm, trying to get the socket warmer for your turn to serve. You got to your spot and started your little routine. There was no timer, no whistle, but you didn't need it.

"Alriiight!" Somebody called.

Toss, step, step- jump-- WHAM!

It was a point for the team, a very excited, animated team, but it didn't satisfy you. The next one you didn't want to waste on something so easy.

You pointed with conviction, right to Nishinoya. He had been saving impossible balls all-game.

"You better get this up!"

A symphony of giggly 'Ooh's. He geared up to your provocation with a determined shout, the only one who looked genuinely excited about it.

He got it in play after one more successful serve.

Ball in the air, you ran onto court, a little more confident, a little more ready for the challenge. You took your spot with easy pride.

The players around you trusted you more after that- you felt the calmness in the air even as Daichi dug a difficult ball. It got to Kageyama at an awkward angle, but now was better than never.

"I'm open!" You called.

There was no hesitation in his pass. It was a safe set, high and close to the net. You leaped after it.

The ball appeared against your hand so quick, hitting your palm but leaving you with an uncertainty akin to the like of some smoke and mirrors trick. It stole all of the power in your spike. Less than a second's decision left you barely tipping the ball just over Tanaka's hand, as you were already coming down from the height of your jump.

The successful point was secondary. You stared at your palm, where you felt it, standing next to the net.

When you looked at the floor in front of you, through to the other side, you were staring down at Nishinoya. The team behind you was cheering.

"Nice feint!"

You grinned at their enthusiasm, appreciative but not focused on it, as you locked eyes with Kageyama.

He was looking back at you as if you were about to tear into him; guarded and braced up, that little frown he always wore super prominent now. You huffed out a laugh at his endearing, grumpy exterior and closed the distance, watching him grow infinitely more bristly as you put a friendly arm around his back.

"Dude-," Your amusement grew, "The fuck you been holding out on me for?"

His gaze bounced around the authenticity in your eyes, a horrible blush across his neck when you patted his shoulders and took your spot back. The next to serve was up.

He was well aware that he was a great setter, but hearing it from you in such a real, genuine way left him shaking the nerves out. The possibility that, if he somehow kept impressing you with his sets, you might be partial to a date with him, started to take precedence in his mind.

"One more!" You called with your hands clasped behind your head, the little glance you gave him everything.

They got it up, but failed to get the point. It was back to a free ball on your side. Excitement bubbled up inside you as Daichi dug it again, gentle and calculated, right for Kageyama to set.

He had a solid lineup of offense to choose from; you, Asahi, Tsukishima were open for a spike, running towards the net--

Then he called your name. It was there, just for you, something you knew now that you could rely on.

"I got it!" You shouted into what you knew was a good jump, louder because you were faithful he could get it not just where you needed, but where you wanted.

An 'I'll make this one count' kind of inflection in your voice.

It was out of his hands, the contact of the ball from your palm immediately proceeded by the slam of where you sent it- it wasn't the floor- it was against Nishinoya's forearms.

That's where you sent his perfect set?

His head spun to you, in disbelief that your understanding of the game was poor enough to send it to a notoriously good libero.

"Ooh! Nice one, Nishinoya!" You giggled, eyes up towards the ceiling.

His big scowl at the opposing team faltered when he caught your face. Your eyes were glittering, your pretty smile collected and natural on you, despite your ball not 'getting through.'

You were so excited to watch your ball get received, fly back up for a chance to have it count against you. Other than Hinata, he wasn't sure if he knew anyone else so excited to just play the game.

That's right- it was a game. Your smile didn't fade as you postured up for a block right next to him. Just a game.

Hinata sprung up like a ball himself-

"One, two--," Kageyama counted and you followed blindly.

A total shutdown- Hinata wasn't expecting you to jump as high as Kageyama.

When he hit towards your half of the block, and you stretched that curve down, the ball caught between the little freak and the net.

You landed, bumped into Kageyama, laughing, at how fun this whole game was. The block was a more rewarding end to the rally than just nailing one on the floor.

"Hell ye- ha-haha!" Your arm was back around his shoulders, holding onto him to catch your balance; you pointed down to Hinata, "Try harder, shorty!"

Kageyama squeezed you back, almost necessary- but not really. He tore his eyes off of you to find himself giggling at Hinata's expression.

The rest of the game was one of the most enjoyable he had in a long time, even though your team lost. It was arguably your fault, since you kept throwing your impressive spikes and serves down the toilet by sending them all to Nishinoya. You just wanted to watch him dig them all.

And the poor guy looked rough by the end of it. He didn't waste a minute to approach you when everyone agreed to call it after the formal 2-1.

"Can I-," He took a second to gulp down half of his water bottle, hand on his hip.

Even the way he stood normally was wide, like he was ready to bump a ball anytime.

"Can I give you a hug?"

Of course, you didn't know him, but you didn't see anything wrong with it, so you chuckled and held an arm out for a little side hug. It was more than you bargained for.

His reaction was so quick that it felt like you got punched in the boob, "Oh!"

Both of his arms locked around you, the front of his face stuffed in your chest, the strength of his embrace making it hard to breathe, as if it was some wrestling move.

Your hands were featherlight and hesitant on his shoulders, but he took it as an okay to clutch you harder. You gritted your teeth.

Daichi was quick to your rescue, spurring more members to look, apologizing profusely.

"Woah! Noya, stop that!"

You squeaked out, "He's crushing me," with a pained gasp.

Kageyama set his own bottle down on the floor, expression deadly as he joined Suga in prying him off. It took multiple sets of hands to wrench him away, but even then, it was because he decided to let go.

It looked like he was coming out of an out-of-body experience.

You rubbed your sore sides, unable to stay mad when they clarified he was just excitable like that. Physical touch was not discriminatory with him.

Neither was it with you, so your agitation let up almost as quick as his grip.

Though that intensity may have faded for you, Kageyama kept on a complete edge. His harsh glare knew no limits, even with a more senior member of his own team.

Nishinoya explained himself later-- he begged you to shave your head, join the team, and wanted you to come by the park to let him serve receive with you 'forever.' It confirmed that there was no malintent, at least.

You thanked Daichi for the enthusiasm and the chance to play with such skilled players- he quickly reassured you there was no need to thank him, that the team usually jumped at the chance for extra practice.

You took him up on the offer to use the girls' locker room to change. You were wiping your sweat off with a hand towel from your duffle bag, rifling through the clothes you changed out of.

The game ended earlier than you thought, so you'd have a while waiting for Toru to come you up. You headed down the stairs on the outside of the gym.

"Are you okay?"

Kageyama was lingering around for you. His eyes dropped to your waist, readied with any excuse to do it, while you adjusted your bag.

"Totally," You smiled.

Now he could see the resemblance. That smiley demeanor, most would take it for granted- but he had grown to resent it for so long in your brother, a subtle thing to notice and hate every time. You were starting to smooth his contempt with fondness.

Your fingers ghosted over your side- he followed, lost in the curve like a hopeless puppy, "Thanks for helping."

It reminded you.

"Shit, thanks for setting to me!"

His eyes flickered back to your face and you grew a little warm at the gesture. It felt like you were trying so hard to keep it friendly and open- he was so obvious that it was painful.

He muttered, real quiet, "Thanks for hitting all of them."

Your intention wasn't to ignore his crush, but you were surprised he hadn't asked you out yet.

The two of you put more distance between you and the gym, changed, dry for the most part. It was dusk. The campus was empty.

Kageyama stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Is... your brother picking you up?"

You nodded, "Mhm, he'll be at the front of the school in 30 minutes."

He decided his hands were too sweaty for that and took them back out, rubbing them against his clothes.

It was adorable. His hands were clammy.

"Caaan you walk me?" You leaned, craning your head in a curious way to look at him, since he kept avoiding your eyes, "I don't know this campus."

He didn't want to look too enthusiastic, so he came across a little too careless. A tiny nod, a small, tight frown.

It became a quiet walk, fast.

"You're a very talented player." You smiled to yourself, only sparing a glance to Kageyama's strained face.

If he wouldn't make a move on you on his own, you supposed you should try poking the bear a little until he stirred.

"You are, too."

It was quiet again, but he looked like he wanted to say something, so you let it die for a minute.

"You--," He started, getting red the moment he opened his mouth, "You can read the game so well. I feel like that's rare with wing spikers. At- at least on my team. I-," He sighed, losing his breath for a moment, "Have to deal with so many idiots, it was nice knowing you could follow through, even if I fucked it up."

You squirmed at his high praise. He kept going when he saw you liked it.

"You don't run away when things get hard, either. I like our Ace a lot, don't get me wrong. Azumane is a great person," He rubbed his neck, "But- he can get intimidated. It tires me out, sometimes. You were sending them to get received."

"When I watched you at the Tournament, I thought you were just smart," He was looking at you fully, now, "But now, I know that you're fearless."

A shiver ran down your spine at his legitimacy.

You stopped at what looked like the front of the main office building. There was nothing to do but face him- it was difficult, and awkward, but you did it.

"Thank you. That... means a lot, coming from you."

It took a lot of courage to smile at him. His gaze softened at how pretty it look on you, just a little, but soon grew distracted at a quiet, rumbly noise.

That was your brother's car in the distance. You hastily checked your watch.

"What's wrong?"

You rubbed your face. Everything was falling apart, "Ugh! He's here so early!"

The pressure of time did nothing but make his mind race faster. He couldn't get a single thought together when all he could think about was that you had less than a minute to make something count. Talking to you was much harder than playing a game with you.

"I had a lot of fun today," You tried to open it back up, give him a way to make some sort of suggestion to hang out again.

"Yeah. It was nice."

He trailed, closed off at the unwanted sound of Toru's expensive car rumbling around the corner.

You frowned at the missed opportunity.

Where was all the personality you saw before? Did you come off too strong? Was he actually not interested? Or worse-- was he interested and lost it after he watched you play? Did he only like you as a fellow athlete now?

It wouldn't be the first time you scared a guy off because of that.

There was no time left to save it, let alone ponder as to why. Toru pulled up right next to you, window down, prepared to heckle.

And heckle he did: "Get loossst, you disgusting swine!"

"Relax, dumbass," You scrunched your face up at his eye roll.

One last, much softer look to Kageyama. How many hours had you spent with him? Surely enough for him to come up with something. You would take the bare minimum at this point.

"I'll-," He glanced to Toru, freezing up, "See ya around."

See ya around?

Your fists tightened by your sides. You kept what you wanted to say to yourself- if he didn't want to say it, you couldn't force him.

"Yeah," You muttered, eyes at the concrete, "See ya."

It was a good game, anyway.

You tossed your bag in the backseat, hand on the door as you threw him one last look. There was a broody, messy anger all over him.

You slumped into the passenger seat and shut the door. Toru locked it right away.

"You got everything?"

Even he could see the disappointment on your face. You didn't respond. He figured he'd ask you about it later, when you were home, and put it in drive.

"Wait!"

He slammed on the brake. His face was nothing short of livid.

"I forgot something," You mumbled, quickly unbuckling-- manually unlocking your door-- scrambling out of the car-- slamming it shut-- quickly rounding the vehicle to close the distance and get right up in Kageyama's face.

You gripped him hard by the collar. All of it was so quick and violent that his hands flew to grip your forearm, shoes scraping loud against the concrete.

The thought to say something occurred to you, but nothing was effective enough. Your eyes searched him, and found what you were looking for deep past his seized up, mean and confused features.

Your lips crashed against his, stealing the kiss you were well-owed.

It only took a brief moment for him to realize this was not a fight, to relax against you, to start kissing you back with the same ardent mixture of relief and frustration that couldn't be verbalized.

"Mm-h," He groaned against your lips.

Your bodies were firm and pressed hard against each other. There was absolutely no space between you.

His hands were finding the sides of your face, the back of your neck, then down to your waist, flitting over your hips.

"What the fuck?!" Toru screamed. He could not believe the sight in his rear view mirror.

You moaned right back and pulled a hand around the back of his head, the other releasing his collar to grip his broad shoulders from behind.

The kiss was supposed to be short, but he dragged it out as a heartfelt thank you. He wasn't good with his words, but he made up for it in tongue.

The car door was slamming shut.

You pulled away, a string of spit connecting you for a second, breath hot and heavy.

Kageyama was gone. You barely caught his blown out pupils, the plea for more in his face, before his glossy lips were falling right against yours again in a desperate attempt to keep you here in this moment.

Footsteps stomping up behind you-- you shoved him off for his own safety.

Toru yanked you back by the wrist, then kept you at bay with a stiff arm.

"Don't you ever-- EVER! Touch her again!"

The high of such a raunchy, impulsive kiss left you laughing at Toru's panic.

"You should run," You chuckled.

He went after him the moment he shot off into the courtyard- Kageyama was wiping his mouth with his forearm as he made some impressive distance between them.

"Call me!" He waved to you.

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Just A Bandaid, Neville Longbottom x Male Reader

Calm after the storm

A/N: For story purposes the reader is a healer. Requested by @jasperpasta I hope it's to your liking (^-^)/

Enjoy!

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The castle, along with everyone near it, were in ruins. Injured, dead, thoroughly traumatized and a mix of other things. Dumbledore's army won the war, but the aftermath was devastating. Everyone knew that, you included. There were still a large amount of people, students, more specifically that were unaccounted for. So, Madame Pomfrey gave you the task of searching the rubble of the castle for those people. You were a healer, or close enough to one anyway. Having trained under Madame Pomfrey throughout all your years as a student at Hogwarts got you where you were at now.

On your hip rested a tattered satchel, full with various other medical supplies and potions. So far, you hadn't found anyone. But that didn't make any of your searching less thorough. Thankfully, your wand hadn't sustained any damage during the battle. Others weren't so lucky. Amongst one of the larger staircases ahead, you could vaguely make out the silhouette of a single person sitting on them. Judging by the size, they were either an adult or older student. A sharp ache formed around your heart. Some were injured rather gruesomely. You only hoped whoever that was, wasn't.

Picking up pace, you jogged over to the stairs. You would have ran, but that would put the contents of your satchel in liberty of breaking. You couldn't risk that by any means. Upon closer contact, you realized it was Neville Longbottom. The sword of Gryffindor was laid a few steps below him. He didn't look to be in horrible condition, but you knew better. The heavy limp he carried when he gave Voldemort a threat was clear as day. You had seen that for yourself. He heard your footsteps and looked down at you. His face morphed into an unreadable expression. "Y/N." He said in an exhale. You yourself weren't in great condition. A few noticeable injuries here and there, but they were of course minor enough for you to function.

"Neville," You dart up the stairs, quickly sitting beside him. "Which leg is it?" His brow furrowed lightly, watching as you started to rifle through the satchel. "Uhm.. The right one" He responded tonelessly. "Where? Knee, ankle, all of it?" The way you spoke alarmed him slightly. Not sharp, but a far cry from gentle. "Well?" You persisted, holding a little cup in one hand and a bottle of 'Bone-Insta-Fix' in the other. "Y/N?" He sounded worried. "What?" His face fell a little at the way you snapped at him. "Are you alright? You're acting.. Funny" You sighed, your shoulders slouching.

"I'm.. sorry. I'm frazzled, I guess. Seen too many dead people to be anywhere near okay. Can I see your leg, please?" He softened in understanding. "It's my ankle" His voice came out more like a murmur as he rolled up his pant leg. You set down the things you held and gave him a gently examination. He winced lightly when you touched the swollen and red flesh. You frowned. "Can you move it?" He shook his head. A trembling exhale left your lips. "It's broken," You took the potion and poured a good gulp or two with into it. "This is gonna taste horrible, but it'll fix you quicker than you can blink" The way you worded that worried him. Nonetheless, he took the cup. He downed it all at once, his face contorting his disgust thereafter. He smacked his lips, handing the cup back to you.

Your gaze is expectant. Suddenly he lets out a small cry, grasping his ankle instantly. A breath you didn't know you were holding came out. That reaction mean it worked. The potion healed, yes, but more accurately it snapped the bones back into place and/or together instantly. It was painful. "Better..?" He nodded, still holding his ankle. "Yeah, yeah. That was.. quick." You put your things back into your satchel. "Should've been. Anything else? Other than the obvious I mean" He paused, slowly letting go of his ankle and sitting back up. In all honestly, everything hurt. Even if just a little. But he couldn't just say that, you needed specifics to really help him.

"Not really. I think. My whole body aches, really. But the cuts on my face are the worst I'd say" You give a small hum, still rifling through the contents of the satchel. "Well, if it's nothing serious then I can't use anything magical on you. On account of other people need it more, y'know?" He was silent for a moment. The air of the situation the two of you were in suddenly weighed back down on him. "I understand" You could feel tears welling in your eyes. Out of frustration and other emotions you couldn't fully place. "It sucks. I wish- I wish it didn't have to be like that. That we had the stuff to make it all happen instantly for everyone. Healing longterm is more painful. That's why we have this stuff, so people don't have to" His heart felt heavier as he listened to your rant.

If your deep rooted care for him hadn't shown before it certainly did now. Not only that but for everyone else. It made him feel better, mentally. He closed his eyes as you carefully cleaned his face up for him. It was dirty, obviously. Caked with dry blood and grime from the destroyed castle. A small wince or other small pained noise left him here and there as you disinfected his cuts. That made you feel a little worse, but at least it meant you were doing this the right way. His brow furrowed as he heard the crinkle off a what sounded like a plastic wrapper. Though, his eyes remained shut. "What's that?" You gently stuck the appendage to a small gash on his forehead.

"Just a bandaid"

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You don't have to be anybody you can never be. That's alright, let it out, talk to me

and after fucking ages. Here is the Asexual Connor Stoll shot ive been working on.

@thel1ghtningthief told yah I can do hurt and comfort :)

on Ao3

TW: a lot of internalized acephobia

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Connor thought the door to the Aphrodite cabin was pretty. It was a white door, with a brass knocker and pink stained glass at the top in a semi-circle. 

Connor has been standing outside of Cabin 10 for ten minutes, not because he was captured by the door’s beauty but probably because he was terrified. 

He didn't like being terrified, and he wasn't usually. Usually feeling terrified was reserved for monsters or Chris’s girlfriend Clarisse. 

But this was different. This was so, so, so different. You can kill monsters — and Clarisse but he doesn't think Chris would appreciate that — what you can’t do is kill feelings or lack thereof. 

But you can talk about it, his brain helpfully said. Which he thought was the exact kind of thinking he’d make fun of in a little kids’ tv show. He didn't like talking about his feelings. That made them too real. And even if he did talk about it with someone else, he couldn’t face them and their pity. He was a head counselor too; he didn't need pity. 

Unfortunately, he did have to face someone’s pity (or disgust, his brain helpfully added) this time. 

He took a deep breath and finally grabbed the door knocker. The metal was cold in his hands. 

He flinched, the sound of brass hitting wood was way louder than it should have been. He wanted to turn back already, maybe he could run away now and pretend he was playing ding dong ditch? 

But his feet were rooted to the ground when the door opened. 

Drew Tanaka scowled at him from the doorway. Her black hair was in curlers, and she had half drawn eyeliner on one of her eyes. She must’ve been getting ready for something before Connor interrupted her. Which hopefully meant she’d just slam the door in his face, and he could pretend this entire thing never happened. 

“What do you want, Stoll?” Drew snarled. (Oh, great she’s angry. This was a horrible idea) 

“Umm...” Connor’s mouth felt dry. Maybe he could run away? His feet were rooted to the ground. She should just slam the door in his face. 

Drew rolled her eyes. He wondered if she’d do that when he tells her. “Spit it out, Stoll! I don’t have all day! 

“Uhh, I need to talk to you about something...” he sighed, “... personal” 

Drew's expression changed and Connor’s brain screamed run. 

“Personal how?” Drew sighed, “It’s not to ask me out, is it? Cause I got a girlfrien—” 

“Am I broken?” He blurted out before clamping his hands over his mouth.  

He didn't mean to. He didn't want to say it. Saying it made it real. Oh gods. 

Drew looked genuinely caught off guard. She looked at him for what was probably a second but felt like a minute and her expression changed again; it was.... softer? He didn’t even know Drew Tanaka could be soft. 

“Broken?” Drew said. She bit her lip before she opened the door wider, “Come inside.” 

Connor hesitated. Drew raised an eyebrow; he expected her to snap at him, tell him to hurry up, but she didn't. Instead, she just held the door open. 

And against his ‘better’ judgement he went inside. 

The Aphrodite cabin was nicer than its door. It was a pale pink and white, with lots of posters of celebrities on the walls. It smelt heavily of perfume — the nice kind of flowery perfume you’d smell at funeral homes. Every bunk had different colored curtains and chests with names on them at the end of them. 

Probably filled with expensive things to steal, he thought. Though he tried to push it away, stealing from Drew was probably not a good idea. 

“Everyone out!” Drew yelled and all the Aphrodite kids left without protest. Connor tried to slip out with the crowd. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. All of his courage was shot out the window from just those two words. 

Drew grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door, “Nuh uh. Not you.” she led him to her bunk, “Sit.” 

Against his better judgment, he obeyed. There truly was no way out of this. He should be ready to deal with his entire life going down the drain. 

“Okay, so spill it, Stoll.” Drew said, crossing her arms, “why do you think your broken?” 

Connor squirmed under her gaze. All of the bad thoughts came up at once: 

This was it. Drew’s probably gonna laugh at you. Then she’ll tell everyone about how broken you are. How pathetic you really are. 

Tears pricked the corner of his eyes. He really couldn’t do it. 

But he had to. 

Connor gulped back the tears threatening to fall. He couldn’t cry, he just had to say some words and deal with the fallout.  

“I—I don’t like...” His face burned and he cringed at hearing his voice crack, “don’t like —you know— stuff.” 

Drew blinked, “You mean sex?” She didn't look disgusted or angry. Hell, she didn’t even look surprised. The corner of her mouth quirked up and—  

oh no, oh no oh no oh no, no no no no no no no no no no! She’s about to laugh! He knew this was going to happen! He never should have done this! 

Drew burst out laughing and something in Connor’s stomach curled, and his felt his eyes getting wet...and also maybe a few flowers in the cabin died — It’s an underworld Hermes kid thing, because he can’t just be a freak in one way.   

Drew was either a mind reader or he was just really easy to read because she instantly stopped laughing. 

“Sorry — You're not a freak, Connor. It’s just...” She made a face, “Thats it? Your worried about something as little as that? Your just ace, it’s not a big deal”.  

She bent down on her knees to his eye level. He could barely see her through his tears. He didn't mean to cry in front of her — he didn't mean to be such a baby. 

She looked uncomfortable, “Hey, Connor. I’m not very good with this comfort stuff, but you know it's fine, right?” She frowned, her nose scrunching up, “Right?” she repeated. 

She picked up a corner of her blanket and tried to wipe the tears from his eyes. He appreciated the gesture; he just didn't have the heart to tell her false nails were scratching his cheek through the fabric. 

“But—but.” He grabbed the blanket, he didn't mean to, he just needed something to hold on to, Drew didn't seem to mind though. He whimpered, “I don’t know...Everyone else talks about sex and all that stuff but I don't want that—I don’t like all that stuff? Am I? —” 

“Don’t you dare say broken again, Stoll” Drew interrupted. 

Connor sniffled, a faint smile forming on his face, “complete and utterly damaged?” 

Drew sniggered before going back to her usual annoyed face, though he felt like it wasn’t because of the ‘no sex’ thing. "No, Con. You're not broken, you're not a perv, or a prude or anything else weird old people say. You just don’t feel sexual attraction, you’re Asexual. That’s fine.” 

He wiped his nose on the blanket. (okay, Drew’s lip curled at that one) “What about the love gods? Like your mom, or Eros?” He asked. 

Drew scoffed as if she’s heard that one before and maybe she has. If there was a name for it, then maybe he wasn't alone. “My mother is the goddess of love. Not just sexual love, all of it. And as for Eros, he’s the god of sexual love. If anything, it’s just less work for him.”  

“What about all those myths about your mom punishing people for” He struggled with the words, “...being like me?” 

Drew rolled her eyes, “Those myths are over exaggerated, and it wasn’t for being ace, it was for scorning love itself. That’s completely different. Your fine, Con”. 

Connor sniffled. She said it with such conviction he believed her. Maybe everything will be okay.  

She said it was fine, she said you are fine. You are okay. His brain rang, repeating the words over and over again and for once, he agreed with his brain. 

Drew smiled at him as if reading his mind again (or maybe he really was just easy to read), standing up, “There you go! And hey! At least you can joke about having an ace up your sleeve!” 

Connor giggled.  

It was okay. Everything is and will be okay, his brain repeated. 

Drew turned around to fix her makeup in a mirror, but she was still looking at him through the glass. 

“Plus, it's kinda hubris to think the gods care sooo much about little old you!” She called back, drawing on her other eyeliner, “What? Do you think the gods are all tuning into the Connor Show?” She laughed and the eyeliner pen shook in her hands, “I'm sure your life is a hit on Olympus”. 

Connor laughed, it felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Seriously, why was he so concerned about it? It felt silly now that he was thinking about it. 

Drew turned around and put her hands on her hips. “And if anyone gives you shit about it, tell me! And me and Nyssa will deal with it.”  

He believed her, Nyssa was a Hephaestus kid and he’s seen what Drew can do during capture the flag. 

Drew glanced at a clock on a wall before pulling him up off the bed and pushing him in the direction of the door. “Right, there's my good deed for the day. Now shoo, I have a date in half an hour and I gotta get ready for my hot girlfriend!” 

Connor nodded, walking outside the cabin and into the night. Drew was definitely going on his personal do not steal from list for this, “Thanks.” He said. 

“No problem” Drew replied before shutting the door, leaving Connor to walk back to cabin 11 feeling slightly lighter. 

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Drew sighed contently and walked back to her mirror, pulling out her curlers. A bed with the curtains drawn made a noise behind her. 

She rolled her eyes and ignored it. She was more concerned about her curls. Her hair looked good not great. 

The bed made another noise. 

Drew rolled her eyes again, “You know, Piper, you're not very good at pretending to be a piece of furniture.” 

The bed sighed and the curtains pulled back. It was Piper, looking half asleep and with a very bad case of bedhead, Drew knew she was there the entire time. Charmspeak doesn't work on other charmspeakers. 

Piper sat up rubbing her eyes, “when did you get so...” She made a face, as if saying it would kill her,” .... Nice, Drew?” 

Drew scoffed, “You sound surprised.” She looked at Piper through the mirror, “How much did you hear?” She asked. 

“All of it. and I am.” 

As Drew took the last curler out of her hair, she turned to face Piper. 

“I’m not as bad as you think I am, Piper; anyone can talk to me about their sexuality, even you”. 

End.

[fanaticastrid]

Lester's evolution through my works

Lester, Son of the Priest/ Double Lester AU:

-Super nice, willing to help you

-He fight, he protect

-sweet cinnamon roll aside from that one time

Lester, Mortal Hero:

-a bit unwell but he does his best! :D

-can and will kick your ass but he's not using freak powers...

-Oh. Someone is jealous and he- [REDACTED]

-after that horrible experience,,, not well. Revenge. Don't.

Lester, Shatterverse parts 1 and 2:

-not okay, needs help but refuses it. Who would believe him?

-he still tries his best to help. In fact he's more insistent on it.

-despite his strength (not using powers during most of Shatterverse) he- [REDACTED]

Lester, Shatterverse part 3:

-He doesn't deserve this fate. Hungry, constant pain... hasn't he been through enough?

-he's angry.

Lester, Discordant Son (the finale):

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I took a look at myself in the mirror. I looked disgusting. My body was marred with a huge amount of scars from burns, fangs, teeth, swords, arrows, you name it. I kept gloves on these days to avoid seeing the many bite marks on my hands. My beloved red hoodie was long since torn apart, but I had saved the bi flag patch and put it on my new leather jacket. The jacket had my personal insignia on the back- a red sun.

My reflection stared the same tired, world-weary expression I gave everyone. When you're the Mortal Hero but also the Banshee of the Windy City, you'd understand.

Oh. Right. You don't understand because you don't know what I'm talking about. I'll just say that at this point, life is horrible. Everything has gone wrong. And it's because of me again, except worse.

You want more information? Stick around and find out. Or rather, fuck around and hope you don't. My story isn't for the faint of heart, and I suspect it won't end well for me.

I turned away from the mirror. "See you soon."

[arent-i-the-fairest]

Hi! Can I request a continuation of ‘rendezvous’ where reader gets followed by the first years because they were acting suspicious and they’re seen being lovey-dovey with Neige? (and if it’s alright with you, reader also gets recorded and the video gets sent to the dorm leaders?) Thanks so much, I love all your hcs so much, they always make me smile :D

𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 (𝟐)

author’s note : i got so into this request lol— and ahhh yay!! to hear my writing is able to make people happy is so nice!! ♡ i hope you enjoy these hcs too!

part 1 here!

section 1 — their suspicions are confirmed.

“so this is why they were acting so weird earlier!”

ace trappola

feigns being grossed out and cranks out insults like there’s no tomorrow. adding onto the immaturity, he’s mocking every word that comes out of neige’s mouth. it’s equally hilarious as it is irritating to hear.

of course, behind all the mockery and fake disgust is heaps of jealousy that he isn’t in neige’s place. sneaking out with you at night, telling you cheesy lines, cracking jokes, and laughing with you are all things he wants to do with you so badly!

“perhaps it’s because i’m watching the stars with the love of my life!” ace imitated neige’s voice, clasping his hands together and batting his eyelashes.

“pshh, seriously! what’s he gonna go next? get down on one knee and ask them to marry him?” he paused before giving a quick peek at neige. “he better not..”

deuce spade

sad boy!! but he’s actually one of the ones who takes it the best. all it is is “ah. they’re taken. i’m sad, but i’m still gonna respect it and be happy for them.” for him. thinks the others should be like this too and is dismayed to see mostly everyone outwardly acting annoyed, mad, or upset.

“quit mocking him, ace! there’s no need for it!”

jack howl

he’s definitely a little hurt about this. not just because he kinda has a crush on you, but also because you’d keep a secret from him— he was sure you trusted him with all your secrets! but at the same time, he gets it. he wouldn’t want a bunch of people bothering him over some relationship either.

but all in all, respects your relationship despite how hurt he is.

everyone could only wonder what was on jack’s mind as he watched you with a longing look.

epel felmier

he doesn’t plan to try and snatch you from neige or anything (lie), but he can’t help but wonder what you like in a partner— or rather, what you like (or don’t like) about him. he looks at things about himself and wonders if it’s something you find attractive.

“do they not like me because i’m too cutesy? no, wait, neige is cutesy too— maybe it’s my haircut? or my personality? or—” “bro, calm down.”

sebek zigvolt

hurt, and doesn’t play it off well. when he’s asked by one of his friends what he thinks of you and neige’s relationship, he scoffs and tells them with his regular booming voice he couldn’t care less about it. except it’s horribly obvious to everyone he cares a lot about it. who’s he fooling with that sad expression and bad acting?

“you’re ridiculous, why would their relationship affect me at all?” sebek huffed, glaring at the person who asked. “they’re happy… so i.. don’t mind at all. i don’t have any romantic feelings towards y/n at all..” he whimpered, turning away.

section 2 — ace fucks things up :’(

“should we show the dorm leaders this?” ace asked, looking down at his phone. the rest of the group gave him a puzzled look.

“show them?” deuce asked. “you want us to go, wake them all up, and drag them here so they can see y/n and neige on their date?”

ace scoffed, rolling his eyes. “no, this!” he pointed at what was on his screen— a video of you and neige being all sweet with each other that he had secretly taken.

jack was the first to react— growling, he stepped towards ace. “you better not show ‘em! at least one of them will spread it further, and if word gets around the school that y/n and neige are dating, they could both end up in hot water!”

“d-don’t be talkin’ so loud, they’re gonna hear you! if they catch us, we’re dead!” ace nervously backed away from the beastman, not watching where he was walking— and accidentally stepped on a branch.

and damn, it was loud. everyone froze, looking at each other and waiting for one of them to break the silence.

“mission abort!” ace hissed as they all started tiptoeing away as fast as they could.

you looked behind you. “did i hear a branch snap? or am i going crazy?” you asked nervously, afraid that you two have been caught. neige, too wrapped up in romance, just shook his head.

“don’t worry, about it, darling. it was probably just a deer!” he cooed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“yeah, you’re right. i’m being too paranoid, aren’t i?”

section 3 — the video reaches the dorm leaders, aka, probably the beginnings of war.

“what’s up with everyone today?”

almost all of your friends seemed to be in such low spirits today. they seemed fine yesterday, did something happen overnight?

well, yes. something did. the video of you and neige hanging out was sent to every dorm leader.

what are their feelings about all this?

riddle’s is deep in denial that he’s sad over it, but everyone knows damn well he is. they don’t blame him though, they are too— but anyways, it’s likely he was making (pitiful) attempts at flirting at you before, so he’s quite embarrassed that he was making advances at someone who was already taken.

the video is not what leona wanted to see first thing when he woke up. well, he wouldn’t have wanted to see it any other time of the day, but you get it. he’s grumpy the whole day— and probably will be for the next few weeks. he just can’t understand what you see in neige! 

how exactly is this supposed to affect azul? congrats on the relationship, you two can get a couple’s discount at mostro lounge— what? no, he did not cry enough tears to fill up a lake! that’s preposturous! he’s no crybaby! kicks aside several large buckets labelled “azul’s tears”

kalim is so… conflicted. he’s happy that you’re in a loving relationship but he’s sad because he’s very super-duper-extremely-in-love with you! ahh, what’s he supposed to do?! does he congratulate you? does he cry?

all i’m gonna say is that if neige sees vil, he better hide. and have 911 on speed dial.

idia kinda expected this, actually. of course you would be into neige and neige would be into you! you’re both ssr-tier characters— however! that does not stop him from being wildly jealous! he’s quietly ranting in his room with a bowl of snacks, ready to game all his feelings away.

malleus is of course saddened (and very jealous— he’s probably in the top 3 for most jealous), but he won’t mention anything about it— unless you start abandoning him. if you start ditching your nightly walks with him to meet up with neige instead, he’ll have a word with you.

[froggywritesstuff]

jerk | mike wheeler

pairings: Mike Wheeler x g/n!reader

warnings: Mike's a bitch in this cause why not, swearing

request: Hey can I please suggest one where it’s a Mike wheeler x reader and Mike acts like he hates them because he is worried that if he doesn’t hate them he will admit his feelings so one day he walks in on them crying and feels horrible

A/N: 18+ readers DNI.

The cafeteria was buzzing, students laughing and chatting with one another, the teens sitting with Eddie Munson ignoring the disgusted stares from everyone else, being used to it by now. The Party members were talking and laughing with one another as usual, all except for the dark haired Wheeler boy, who sat looking rather blue at the table, his head looking down at his lunch tray, picking at the food with his plastic fork.

"Wheeler, what's going on?" Mike's head shot up at Eddie's familiar voice, "You look all sad. You better not be like that for the campaign tonight." he remarked, receiving a cheer from the rest of the party at the mention of the campaign.

"Nah, it's nothing." he lied, dropping his gaze back down to the mushy food on his tray.

Lucas rolled his eyes, "Someone's just sad that Y/N's not here today."

Mike's cheeks burned bright red, "No I'm not!" he denied.

The teens at the table all snickered and laughed at Mike's flustered expression, Eddie being the exception, who just furrowed his brows together in confusion.

"Y/N? By the way you always glare and roll your eyes at them, I assumed you just hated them."

Mike nodded at Eddie, "That's because I do hate them." he urged, though it seemed like he was just trying to convince himself.

"Sure you do," Dustin mumbled, rolling his eyes, "That's why you keep looking at them with heart eyes, 'oh Y/N, I don't know how to express my feelings around you so I'll just be mean to you instead, but I really really like you.'" he mocked, earning a death glare from Mike.

"That's not funny, Dustin." 

Lucas snickered, "It's kinda funny."

Mike rolled his eyes, standing up from the table, forgetting about the crappy cafeteria slop people called food. It was the last thing on his mind. He ignored the calls from Lucas and Dustin attempting to apologise and exited the cafeteria. Mike made his way outside the building, striding toward the old wall phone in front of the building, mainly used for kids when their parents forget to pick them up or when people are just bored, but Mike had other intentions.

He hastily dialled the number he had engraved in his brain, brought the phone to his ear and listened to it ring. The dial tone ran through the phone for what felt like an eternity, before the beep sounded. 

"Piece of shit," Mike hissed, slamming the phone back in its place. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. How was he supposed to go with his day now? He needed to see you. At least hear your voice. It was driving him crazy with you not there.

Mike could barely focus the rest of the school day, his mind racing with thoughts. Make that one thought. After all, he could only bring himself to think about you.

The second the bell rang for home-time, Mike sped out of school, no time to explain to Lucas and Dustin what the hell he was doing. He wasn't even sure what he was doing himself. Though he knew what he wanted to do. See you.

He sped down the streets on his bike, wind flipping in his hair, too pumped up on adrenaline to care about his legs burning from how fast he was going. He almost missed your house he was going so fast, and almost crashed into your mailbox. OR he might've crashed. Again, he was too pumped up to care.

He hurried to your front door, pounding his fist on the wood almost a hundred times, before someone finally answered.

"Who the hell are you and why are you trying to break down our door?!”

”Is Y/N here?” he asked breathlessly, only just realising he could’ve paced himself a bit more. He realised the person at the door was one of your parents and he definitely should’ve made a better first impression, but he didn’t have time to care.

”Huh?”

”Is Y/N here?!”

”Yeah. Are you part of their dnd team or something.”

”Party. Dnd party- yes.”

“I bet they’ll probably wanna talk to you then.” they said, opening their further to let Mike in.

”Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, practically sprinting inside.

”I doubt they wanna tell me. You’ll probably have better luck.”

Mike had his doubts about that, but nodded his head nonetheless, “Thanks,” he said, sprinting off to your room.

He hadn’t been to your house in ages; he almost forgot where it was. That thought alone made him feel even worse than he already did.

When he made it to your room he knocked, anxiously waiting for your reply.

”Come in,” you called.

Mike practically burst through the door at your words, but reality hit him like a brick when he saw your confused expression, and he realised he had no idea what he was doing.

”Mike?” he just stood there, not having the slightest clue of what to say, “what are you doing here?”

Mike opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again, trying his best to form words, “I. Uh… you weren’t at school today, I wanted to check if you were ok.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. The Mike Wheeler you thought you knew wouldn’t give a shit about your well-being. You thought he’d be jumping for joy when you weren’t there, “What does that mean?”

Mike took a breath, “I was just worried,” he walked further in your room, before noticing your face shiny with tears, “shit Y/N, have you been crying.”

You resisted the urge to wipe the tears from your face, knowing that’d just confirm his suspicions. “No.” 

“Yes you have. Y/N, what’s wrong?” 

"Nothing." you pressed, not wanting him to know.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I'm not."

"Bullshit."

"Fuck you."

"What?" Mike heard what you said perfectly fine. He didn't care if you had to curse him out for hours; he just wanted to know what was wrong.

You rolled your eyes, "I said 'fuck you'."

"Why?"

You stared at him in pure disbelief, "Why? Mike, you have been the biggest fucking asshole to me for months!" you continued when Mike stared at you like an idiot, "You're always rolling your eyes whenever I talk, I catch you death staring me, and whenever I try to ask you what I did wrong you just fucking ran away." Hearing you say that, he realised that was probably a dumb move. "A-and now you're here asking me why I'm crying and not going to the campaign tonight? It's fucking confusing."

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a jerk to you. I just..." he trailed off, not wanting to finish his sentence.

You stared blankly at him, "What?"

"I-" he cut himself off with a groan, holding his head in his head, "I don't think of you as my friend, Y/N."

Despite your eye roll, you still felt your heart pang at Mike's words. "You made that clear."

Mike squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He didn't know why he could never have a normal conversation with you. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I, ugh. I like you." he blurted out, immediately feeling his cheeks go red.

You stared at him, "What?"

"I like you Y/N. Not in a friend way."

You felt your heart rate quicken as you began to realise what he was talking about, "Like in a Max and Lucas way?"

He nodded, "And that's not an excuse for how I was acting, I just didn't know how else to deal with it cause I know you don't like me that way, and being a jerk was the only thing I knew I could do. I don't know how to be a good boyfriend, I know how to be a jerk."

You stared at Mike for a while, gathering up all your thoughts before you spoke, "You're wrong Mike."

"What? I wasn't a jerk?"

"No," you furrowed your brows, "You were definitely a jerk. You're wrong cause you said I don't like you."

Mike froze. "Huh?"

"I like you too Mike. When you're not acting like a jerk though, so fucking stop that."

"Oh." he sighed in relief, cheeks burning bright red. "I was not expecting that."

"Yeah, because you're also an idiot."

buy me a coffee <3

[anapotatowriter]

Perfection

Five Hargreeves x reader

A/N: Totally obsessed with him now... please send requests- Also, I spent much longer and wrote way more than I thought I would for this-

Summary: Y/N’s best friend’s brother is the one for her (geddit-)... also, three dumbasses try to set their brother up.

Contains: Swearing, some spoilers for Dirty Dancing, horrible knowledge of the years where these kids were still teenagers, Ben doesn’t die and Five doesn’t time travel to the apocalypse, Kinda proud of this!

ALSO, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 (Even though everyone has probs already watched it-)

Requested: Not exactly, but I got the prompt from my bestie @art-junkie-13​ , who is honestly so brilliant for this! I literally loved writing this-

“KLAUS!” I exclaimed, throwing another pebble at his window in the academy. Or so I thought. Just as I threw another pebble, the window slammed open, a different boy peeking out. He looked down at me in confusion before a frown settled on his face, just as the pebble hit him right on the forehead, making him grasp his forehead. I cringed immediately, way to set a good impression on your best friend’s siblings. “Wait, you’re not Klaus,” I said matter of factly, loud enough for the green-eyed brunette to hear. “Of course, I’m not Klaus. I’m his brother, Five Hargreeves,” said the boy with an appalled expression on his face as he rubbed at his head, making me nod and giggle softly at his reaction. “Well Five, can you please call Klaus?” I pleaded. “Sure,” the boy shrugged, disappearing from the window. I anxiously tapped my foot against the grass, biting the nail of my index finger as I glanced up occasionally at Five’s window. Suddenly, the luxurious doors of the academy slammed open, making me yelp in surprise as I fixed my stare at the door. “KLAUS!” I exclaimed happily when I saw my best friend, relief coating my features as I ran to the boy and enveloped him in a hug. “Y/N, hi! Come in,” said Klaus, hugging me tightly for a second before ushering me into the Academy, the door closing behind us. “Guess who got full marks in her oral presentation!” I explained as soon as we entered the living room, pausing my movements to give Klaus a proud smile and jazz hands. “I told you you’d do it!” celebrated Klaus, giving me a high five. “You know, you’re really not supposed to have outsiders over, Klaus,” said a voice from the shadows, making Klaus and I turn towards the source. Five stepped out, his hands in his pockets as he looked me up and down. “Oh please, what dear old daddy Reginald doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” said Klaus, practically throwing himself on the sofa. “Sorry for hitting you in the head,” I said, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck. “YOU HIT HIM ON THE HEAD AND DIDN’T EVEN TAKE A PHOTO?! I AM INSULTED!” gasped Klaus dramatically from his place on the couch, making Five roll his eyes. “I am Y/N,” I said, smiling at him before holding out my hand. He looked at my hand for a moment before placing his hand in mine, shaking it confidently. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. Though, I would advise you to leave soon. Reginald is a force to be reckoned with,” nodded the boy, making me smile gratefully. Five strolled away, and I turned back to Klaus, Ben soon joining us in our conversation. I left the house soon after, thoughts constantly flitting back to the green-eyed boy I had met for the first time.

As I frequented the Academy more often, the only person aware of my presence was Five, other than Klaus and Ben of course. Five would often frequent Klaus’s room, informing him, Ben, and I when another family member was arriving so that I would have the time to escape or hide. “Hey,” I said, knocking on the open door. Five looked up from his notebook and nodded as a way to tell me to come in. “Why are you doing maths and physics?” I groaned in disgust, looking at the familiar symbols I had seen on the blackboard this morning. “Time travel,” he explained simply, continuing his calculation. “Shouldn't this be 0.02 instead of 0.2?” I asked, pointing at the number in his notebook. “Hmm,” he nodded in appreciation, nodding before erasing the pencil marks and correcting the following steps. “Why don’t you come along?” I asked when he placed the pencil down. “What is it? Do you need some help?” he asked, looking up from his calculations. “Well… no? It would be cool if you could hang out with us though,” I shrugged, a surprised expression taking over his face. “What’s with the expression?” I chuckled, shoving him a little.  “Well, typically people find me… overbearing? Serious?” he said questioningly, making my heart sink slightly. “Oh well, you’re stuck with me then,” I said, trying to lighten the mood, grabbing the crook of his elbow between both my hands and pulling him along to Klaus’s room, which smelt distinctly of weed. That day, a small smile graced Five’s face that didn’t leave until I was beginning to depart. A small smile that made mine double in size. 

“Shit, shit, shit, late, late, late” I gasped under my breath as I ran out of my mother’s car into the Academy. “FIVE HARGREEVES, I NEED BLOODY HELP,” I yelled as soon as I slammed the double doors open, making all 7 kids look up from their plates, Reginald nowhere to be seen. “Who the fuck are you?” said one of the siblings menacingly, flipping a knife out and pointing it at me. “SHUT UP, KNIFE BOY, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS,” I snapped, too wound up and stressed to care about manners. “What is it Y/N? Don’t you have a bio presentation in like, five minutes?” asked Five calmly, getting up from his place and walking towards me. “You know her?” asked the blonde boy, who was surprised that his snarky brother even left the house long enough to meet a strange girl. “I’LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED! MY ALARM DIDN’T RING, I MISSED MY BUS, MY MOM IS ON A BUSINESS TRIP, AND DAD LEFT FOR WORK! AND I AM GETTING LATE FOR THE PRESENTATION IN FRONT OF THE WHOLE FUCKING SCHOOL! SO, I STOLE MY MOM’S BLOODY CAR AND DROVE HERE SO THAT YOU CAN TELEPORT ME TO SCHOOL!” I yelled out without taking a breath while Klaus chuckled under his breath. “Y/N, you don’t have a fucking driver’s license, why would you even take a car- You know what, forget it,” said the boy, rolling his eyes as he grasped my hand and blinked away to school. “Thank you so much, Five Hargreeves! I fucking love you,” I gasped as I let go of his hand and ran towards the school block where the presentation was being held. 

 I sighed in relief when the presentation was over successfully. The school day passed slowly, the mounting pressure for the final exams at the end of the tenth grade looming over everyone’s heads. I clambered onto the bus, remembering to get off near the academy to pick up my mom’s car. As I went over to the car, a devious idea played in my mind, making me chuckle evilly as I stepped towards the academy instead. I stopped at the door and took a deep breath before running in screaming like I had done this morning. “FIVE,” I yelled, a panicked expression on my face. This time, I seemed to be interrupting lunchtime instead, Reginald was still not around. “What is it this time?” asked Five, his levels of anxiety rising. He stood up and I ran to him, turning his body towards me and grasping his shoulders tightly. I stood silent for a moment, making him apprehensively  say, “What is it, Y/N?” A small smile started spreading across my face, making Five go from stressed to confused and then just tired. “Seriously?” he asked as I started giggling, making him roll his eyes. “You should have seen your face! Oh, that was hilarious,” I choked out, and I distinctly heard Klaus and Ben laughing along with me. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Klaus’s friend! Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself properly earlier,” I said, smiling at the remaining people. “Wait, Klaus’s friend? I thought Five started sneaking out,” said the blonde, making me chuckle. “Nah, I met Klaus when I was on my way back from school and he was running away from Ben,” I said, chuckling at the memory of Klaus ramming into me like a freight train, making both of us fall over and get covered in mud. “I’ve also kinda been sneaking around your house to hang out with these people,” I said, pointing at my three friends. “Oh, that was the girl's voice I heard,” said the only girl, and I nodded at her statement. “Well, I’m Allison,” she said, smiling warmly at me. “I’m Luther,” said the blonde, nodding his head firmly. “Diego,” said one of the boys, flipping a knife in his hand and scanning me. “I’m Viktor,” said the last boy, waving shyly at me. “I should go and take my mom’s car back home before dad finds out I stole it,” I said, smiling at the family. “Need my help with anything, Y/N? Anything I can do?” asked Five, making me turn towards him, his hand a few inches away from mine. “Just don’t overexert yourself working on those equations and don’t drink seven cups of coffee in the next twelve hours,” I half-joked, grasping his hand for a second as a symbol of reassurance. “And you don’t get arrested for underage driving,” joked back Five, his hold on my hand just as tight. “Best of luck with your English Mocks on Monday,” he said, making me smile at the small detail he remembered. “Yeah, thanks,” I said, looking up into his beautiful eyes that were filled with sincerity, affection, and another emotion I couldn’t quite place. He smiled a little as my eyes remained locked together. “Auf wiedersehen,” chimed in Klaus in German from his spot on the dining table, making me snap away from Five, my hand pulling out of his grasp, the whole family’s eyes on us. “Bye,” I said, skipping away from the room, a burning feeling in my cheeks and a fluttering in my stomach I could identify the cause of. My fingers tingled as I missed the warmth Five’s hands provided to my otherwise cold ones. As I left the room, I saw Klaus nudging Ben slightly with his elbow, a sneaky smile shared between the two that aroused my suspicion. I didn’t notice another pair of eyes that were following my movement, black almost completely overcrowding the green of his irises.

“And best of luck with your exams,” the teacher said over the bell that rang, marking the end of the school year, and the beginning of the exams after the weekend. The mounting stress seemed to direct me to the Hargreeves mansion instead of my own home. I went to the back gardens, right in front of Klaus’s window, pulling my arm back to throw a pebble. I hesitated, however, before moving to Five’s window instead. I threw the pebble, which clinked against the glass. A few seconds later, the window opened and Five looked out and down at me. “Y/N, wrong window,” he said, going back inside before I stopped him. “I kinda wanted to talk to you,” I said, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Okay,” he said, disappearing from the window and appearing right next to me before placing me in his room. “I’m so stressed,” I said as soon as he closed his bedroom door, making his face relax. “About exams?” he questioned, sitting down at his desk as I lay down on his bed. “Yeah! I just don’t want to fail them, or else I stand no chance in university,” I sighed, playing with the threads of his sheets. The smell of coffee and old books that radiated from the sheets calmed down the anxious fluttering in my stomach, the smell familiar. “Y/N, you’re smart, you’ll do amazing,” said Five, moving his rolling chair towards me and grabbing my shoulder, rubbing his thumb in circles. “Thanks, but exams don’t test your smartness, do they? They test your ability to remember what you learned, and I am so bloody forgetful,” I groaned, looking up at the boy with sad eyes. “How about we go to the kitchen? Fires always seem to calm you,” suggested the boy, making me smile slightly and nod. He walked forwards before glancing back at me, waiting for me to get up. I pushed myself off the bed and walked toward him, and we walked together to the kitchens. Grace seemed to be in the painting area, since the kitchen was empty of everyone other than three mischief makers, Klaus, Ben, and Diego. “Hey,” I said to the three of them, making them all grin back at me from the plate of cookies they were chewing. “Why are you here, Y/N? And why didn’t you meet me first?” complained Klaus as Five dragged a chair out from under the table and offered it to me. I shrugged before climbing onto the table and sitting cross-legged on the edge of it. Five rolled his eyes but chuckled a bit, sitting down on the chair he had pulled up instead. “Are you okay, Y/N?” asked Klaus, diverting my attention away from Five. “Huh? Oh, just a bit stressed, honestly… exams in two days, you know,” I said, picking at my nails in agitation. “Want some hot chocolate? I know you like chocolate,” offered Ben, making me grin and nod immediately. “How do you want it?” he asked, moving away from the now empty plate of cookies and towards the kitchen cabinet where the ingredients were kept. “One spoon of cocoa-” I started when I was interrupted by five saying, “Two spoons of sugar, half a spoon of instant coffee and marshmallows.” “Thanks,” I hummed, and the boy nodded his head. Klaus and Diego’s jaws dropped open, while Ben just seemed to smile. “Here,” said Ben, handing me the cup of hot cocoa. I took a sip and grinned before saying, “Absolutely perfect!” I turned to look at Five, who was already looking at me with a small smile on his face. “You’re amazing Five, thank you!” I said, taking slow sips of the cocoa before beginning to converse with the three other siblings in the room, consistently glancing back at the boy just as he looked away. The mischievous glint in the eyes of the three siblings made me wary as I said goodbye to the four of them. I soon left the Academy, armed with the lingering comfort that I got from spending time with the Hargreeves. Or, a particular Hargreeves.

“And that’s the last exam!” exclaimed the invigilator when the clock ticked to 12, making us all jump up in excitement. Cheers filled the school halls as exams giving students streamed out of their classrooms into the corridors, chattering excitedly. I stayed back for a few minutes, thanking the invigilator who laughed and told me to enjoy my summer. I stepped out of the school building, giddy with happiness. There was one location on my mind, the Hargreeves mansion. When I looked up from the steps that lead into school, however, I noticed a familiar group of four people standing on the side, all the students gossiping about them and staring as they walked by. I squealed excitedly, running up to the group, grinning widely. I immediately first pummelled into Five, hugging him tightly. He froze for a second before relaxing and placing his hands on my waist, the ends of his fingertips touching behind my back. “Hey Five,” I said, and he replied with a chuckle. I split away from him a bit, his grip tight on my waist still as I gazed into his eyes, a small smile playing on my lips. “Hey, pay some attention to the rest of us too,” whined Klaus, immediately making me pull away from Five to see Ben elbowing Klaus. I chuckled, hugging Klaus, then Ben, and finally Diego. “How did you guys escape the clutches of Sir Reginald Hargreeves,” I said, making wriggling my fingers to impersonate a ghost when mentioning the man’s name. “He’s gone for a business meeting, which leaves our mansion free for 24 hours! You can come to visit and we can watch a movie!” said Ben happily, his brown eyes glinting with excitement. “So, have you guys watched Dirty Dancing?” I asked, intertwining elbows with Ben and Klaus and pulling them along to the route to my home, Five and Diego walking backward ahead of us to face us. “Can’t say I have,” shrugged Five, making me gasp in mock horror. “It’s 2008 and you still haven’t watched Dirty Dancing? Horrific, we are watching that today,” I decided. I told the boys to wait outside while I greeted my parents, informed them of my plans, and picked up the DVD of Dirty Dancing, along with a few other films. 

Soon, the seven Hargreeves, and I were gathered around their television, and the news channel quickly switched to Dirty Dancing. “Here,” said Five, handing me some popcorn as he passed everyone’s snacks around. “Is this-” I asked before he said, “Cheese popcorn and butter popcorn half and half? Yes,” he said, and I smiled before digging into the popcorn. Five, Diego and I were on the largest couch, Allison and Luther on the smaller one, Ben and Viktor on the third one while Klaus decided to sit on the floor. I curled up into Five’s side, his arm looping around my waist as I got comfortable watching the movie, putting popcorn in my mouth once in a while. “The way I feel when I’m with you!” exclaimed Baby through the screen to Johnny, a wide grin on my face that had started moments before she had begun talking. “It’s so romantic!” I squealed, and Five chuckled slightly from my left at my reaction, making me smack his arm while keeping my eyes on the screen, the empty popcorn box now thrown haphazardly on the side. “I wish I was brave enough to confess to the guy I like,” I sighed, placing my chin on my knuckles before my eyes widened as I realized what I said. “WHAT?!” yelled Klaus and Allison excitedly, making me wince. Five’s grip tightened on my waist. “Y/N,” said Klaus encouragingly, turning his head around to face me. “Klaus,” I replied, nodding disapprovingly. “WHO IS HE?!” yelled Allison, making me roll my eyes. “Irrelevant, Baby is about to sleep with Johnny!” I exclaimed, attempting to distract everyone from me and back to the movie. “Shut up,” said Diego, rolling his eyes and switching off the television. “Just tell us something Y/N,” pleaded Viktor while Ben winked at Klaus, making my brows furrow in confusion. “Ugh, fine,” I groaned, making everyone squeal in delight. Everyone except Five, who had his teeth clenched and an unreadable expression on his face when I looked up at him. I sat up a little in response to his harsh demeanor, adjusting how I sat. “We’re just friends, I haven’t got the guts to confess to him yet. He can be aggravating, and stubborn, that’s just how he is. But he’s loyal, and trustworthy, and he is the smartest person I have ever met. When I look at him, I see… perfection,” I explained, trying to find the best way I could describe Five, without revealing his identity. “Awwww,” said Klaus, making me roll my eyes. “Can we continue the movie now?” I asked and Diego complied, the beginnings of a smirk on his face, along with Klaus and Ben.  I leaned back on the head of the sofa, crossing my arms as I glanced at Five’s side profile. He seemed to be glaring at the screen with a fit of newfound anger, sparking hope in me which I quickly put down. 

I left the mansion soon after the movie was over, vowing to all the siblings to visit them later and explore a bit while their dad was still away. “Meet us at the edge of the park,” Klaus had told me as I said goodbye, Five pointedly looking away from me, which made my heart sink to my stomach. The following day I took the bus toward the park I was directed to, only to see no one there, other than the few families and couples who frequented these public spaces. I walked around the park, wondering where the Hargreeves were. Suddenly, I heard a familiar apparition next to me. “Five?” I asked, turning around to see the brunette standing behind me, his hands in his pockets. My heart thrummed in happiness to see the boy, though the twinge of disappointment pulled me down as I saw the emotionless expression on his face. “Where’s Klaus, Ben, and Diego?” he asked flatly, confusion overtaking my mind. “I thought you would bring them with you?” I asked, making him shake his head. “Klaus, Ben, and Diego left about an hour ago, saying that they’ll join you first. I left just now, Allison, Luther, and Viktor will be coming along a little later,” clarified Five, making me tilt my head in confusion. “The park is only 20 minutes away from your place, and I searched the whole park already. Where are they then?” I asked, making the boy shrug, the lack of interaction from him stinging. “Well, let’s just walk around then?” I asked. The boy hesitated for a second, making me bite the inside of my cheek in hurt before he said, “Sure.” We walked around the park, soon approaching the flower garden that was the main center of attraction, though it was not as crowded at present. I plopped down onto the ground, plucking a flower and twisting the step violently around my fingers to calm my nerves. Five sat down next to me, keeping a small distance between the two of us. We sat in comfortable silence for some time, despite the barely palpable tension between the two of us. “I didn’t like it,” said Five, making me turn to him. He was staring ahead, pointedly looking away from me. “Didn’t like what?” I asked, making the boy look down at the ground and play with the grass. When he didn’t respond, I felt a twinge of confidence strike my heart as I felt I had an inkling of what he was talking about. “You want to know a secret?” I asked, making him look at me in bewilderment and nod hesitatingly. I leaned towards his ear, before taking a hold of his jaw, tilting his face towards me and kissing him. I felt him inhale sharply before responding with equal fervor, making me smile into the kiss. We split apart, leaving our foreheads together, breathing steadily although my heart seemed to be pumping out of my chest. “I think I quite liked that secret,” he murmured, making me laugh softly. “You think Klaus, Ben, and Diego planned this?” I asked, making the boy nod. “Definitely. Did you see the expressions they have been making?” he asked rhetorically, making me laugh harder. “You think I’m perfection?” he asked, making my laughter stop slowly as he looked into my eyes with slight insecurity as he recalled the words I had said last night. “Absolutely,” I said honestly, making him smile a little as I admired the hair that fell on his face. “I think you’re perfection too,” he said, making me beam at the sincere expression on his face. 

Soon, the rest of the Hargreeves joined us, though Five and I did nothing to reveal what had occurred minutes prior. Three out of the seven siblings held disappointed expressions, which made Five and I share secret smirks. Soon, the afternoon drew to a close, signaling that Reginald Hargreeves would soon be reaching home to ruin the perfectly good day. “Bye all of you,” I said sadly as the Hargreeves waved at me, equally sad expressions on their faces. I walked towards the bus and climbed in, buying a ticket for the road nearest to my home. I glanced back through the open door of the bus where everyone stood, including my new lover. He smiled, the small dimples on his face highlighted by the goofy grin. I bit my lower lip for a second before getting off the bus and running to the boy, pulling him in a soft kiss. “Bye, my love,” I whispered before running back to the bus, just as it left the stop. I waved at the Hargreeves through the window, though all of them seemed to be transfixed on their brother, who was frozen and blushing vehemently. Just as they were out of my vision, I saw Klaus, Diego, and Ben immediately start ambushing their brother with questions as he continued to stare at the departing vehicle. I chuckled softly, sighing in exhilaration before leaning back in my seat.

[ryuttaeng]

What If the 6th member is ,not like a cold member but like normal

Sometimes happy pill,sometimes blunt,sometimes scary but they never and when I say never , n e v e r saw then cry,but then maybe like they call their parents as a dare or something and the moms like "well,didn't I tell you to not ever fcking contact me again,you're gay and that's a disgrace to our family,I still won't love you anymore even if you're famous" and they're like "okay,I just wanted o say I love you mom" mom:"...." Then she hangs up and then when 6th member calls her dad and says "hey,it's me,(name)" *phone declines*

And then 6th member just heaves,like I'm sayin' full mental breakdown

If you can ofcourse no pressure,stay healthy 🤟

pairing: itzy x 6th member!reader

summary: you’re always full of surprises, but what your members have never seen is you crying. no matter how hard the pressure was, you always had neutral face expression, they almost thought you’re just emotionless. that day your group was playing truth or dare and you chose the dare.

WARNINGS: mental breakdown, anxiety, homophobia, swearing/strong language, eating disorder, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: angst, hurt/comfort

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You sat with girls, as you played truth or dare, and unexpectedly for others and even yourself, you was the first person who chose the dare tonight.

Yeji rolled her eyes, thinking what to say, when she hit upon an idea. “Oh, call your parents and put them on the speaker!” Ryujin and Yuna booed at her, telling her that it’s too boring. “Isn’t it too boring, like?” Ryujin asked, rolling her eyes. “Ugh, just don’t do that, I won’t change my mind.” Yeji replied, waving off her.

You gulped, as you still remembered that your last meeting with your parents went horribly not really well. Nodding, you took your phone, calling your father first and putting him on the speaker. When he answered the call, everyone went silent. “Hi, it’s me, A…” you were about to say your name, but your father hung up.

Other girls looked at themselves, visibly confused with his action, when you tried to stay calm, while calling your mother instead. When she finally answered, her harsh words and aggressive tone was your last straw. “What? Didn't I tell you to not ever fucking contact or call me again, you're gay and a disgrace of our family, I still won't love you anymore even if you're famous now!”

You lowered your head, to try to cover up your tears falling down, but your shaky hands and voice obviously didn’t helped you. You sighed, “I just… I just wanted to say that I love you…” you said, but in reply you heard only silence before your mother hung up.

You covered your face, making your phone fall, as you silently sobbed. Everyone looked at each other, confused, scared and shocked. You quickly stood up, not forgetting to take your phone as you excused yourself. “Fuck…” you whispered before you shut your rooms door.

Next few weeks you barely left your room, only to eat something, even though it was once a two days. You was disgusted to look at other girls’ eyes, as you thought after what your mother said, they won’t even look at you. For sure, you’ve lost weight after barely eating anything, but what you didn’t knew was that girls everyday would stare at your room’s door, wondering how to talk with you.

You walked out of your room when nobody was around, perfect timing to take a small snack, heading to the kitchen, when you felt someone grabbing your hand. “What the-“ you turned around to see who it was, and faced Ryujin, worriedly looking at you.

Other girls went out of their rooms, as you tried to hide your face from them, but Ryujin grabbed your second hand. Yeji approached you both, carefully placing her hands on your face. “Please, please, don’t hide your face. You know that it doesn’t matter who you chose to love, right?” she looked directly into your eyes, almost tearing up.

You could feel single tear falling from your eye, as you slowly, almost unnoticeable nodded her. Ryujin let go your hands, hugging you tightly. “You’re- You’re loved and appreciated here, by us, it doesn’t matter if even the whole world will be against you, you always have us with you!” you could hear her stutter, as she tried not to cry.

You smiled at them, hugging Ryujin, whispering several ‘thanks’ to them, when other girls hugged you. You didn’t expect your coming-out to them like that, but it obviously turned out better, than you thought.

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie hello!

Could I please request for the fluff prompts:

9. “You took all the pillows so i’m using you as one.” For Dano Riddler

37. “‘You owe me.’ Fine, whatever you’d like.”

For Capullo ?

I know the laters a nasty nasty man but I’ve been feeling soft about him since the tamagotchi writing hElp

Thank you so much I hope you have a great day!

Capullo and Dano Prompts

Capullo & Dano!Riddlers x GN!Reader, word count: 300 each mietko my love, i love both of these prompts!!! i did a little ficlet for each one below and also would like to express my soft feelings for that disgusting horrible man i don't know what is it, i am a sucker for punishment i guess 💚 also everyone better mentally wish mietko a happy birthday for yesterday because i'm a dreadful friend and forgot until 10pm at night this is a THREAT 🔫🔫🔫 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: suggestive language

You must have been trying to roll over in your sleep, but something was holding you down. In a panic, you woke up, trying to determine what was going on, but, calming down, you realised you were safe in Edward's bed, in his bedroom, in his apartment. Looking down at your stomach, you could make out something round. Reaching for it, you tousled the soft brown hair at the back of Edward's head.

At your touch, he stirred gently in his sleep, stretching his arm and making a soft little murmur before easing himself up onto his arms and rolling over, facing you, smiling up at you in the dark, his soft green eyes still glinting in the light from the streets outside the window.

"Eddie, what are you doing down there?"

"Well, you took all the pillows so I'm using you as one." "You could have woken me up and taken one, silly."

"As if I could do that, when you were so peaceful and cute. Besides..." he started prodding at your stomach, tickling your sides until you were giggling and pushing him off "...this was way more comfortable."

"Eddie!"

"What, I can't help it, I have to fluff this pillow before I can get back to sleep!"

He teased your shirt up, kissing you while he kept tickling, fingers holding on to your hips, pretending to hold you in place. Amidst your giggles, you let out some soft moans at his touch. Anytime Eddie touched you, his lips, his fingers, it was electric.

Pulling at his arms, you dragged him further up your body, settling his head on your chest, his body to the side. With his arms around you, holding you close, you pressed a kiss to the top of his head and let your fingers gently stroke his arms as you both fell back to sleep.

"I don't want to thank you, because that might insinuate that you had a choice in the matter."

"Uh-huh, Ed."

"Uh-huh, Ed." He mocked you, immediately regretting it as he really had to admit to himself that he would be completely unable to complete whatever his plans were without you there to programme his bomb for him.

"You know, there's very little stopping me from programming this to go off when you're a suitable distance away from me."

"Wouldn't you miss me?" He smirked at you, winking and licking his lips.

"I suppose, but I could always go to the streets outside and look at the scorch mark on the sidewalk if I really wanted to reminisce."

He laughed, but there were nerves behind it. You might be the only person he needed, and that made him afraid of you, feel vulnerable around you. And, if he were to be really honest, it completely turned him on.

"Very funny, you don't need to engulf me in flames though, baby, I'm hot enough already." He cringed at his own words, cheeks blushing when you turned around, eyebrow raised.

"Don't even...can we just let that one slide?"

"I suppose so. But you owe me."

"Fine, whatever you'd like."

"Ok, are we compounding the favours? Because you owe me for this bomb too."

"Well, two favours combined, you could really trade those in for something amazing."

Leaning over your desk to him, close enough that your noses were almost touching, you closed your eyes before quickly jerking back, watching and giggling as he stumbled forward into what he thought was going to be a kiss.

"How about I have a think about it and let you know."

"Absolutely, ma'am." He winked, heart fluttering at the idea that you'd be thinking about him.

[gavin-plz-call-me]

Trust in Him

TW: Depictions of sexual harassment and sexual assault

You love your job, so when one of your coworkers begins to harass you, you're scared that you'll have to choose between your job and your safety. Luckily, Artem is here to support you.

This is my first time writing about sexual harassment/assault, so I apologize in advance if it's not a perfectly accurate portrayal.

AO3

Word Count: 3.3k

You needed this job, those words alone were all that kept you from doing something rash, but your resolve was growing thinner and thinner by the day. Every day you worked in the office, which, luckily for you, grew less frequent after becoming partners with Artem and joining NXX, one of your co-workers in particular was bound to come speak with you. This wouldn't be an issue if he were speaking to you about work issues, or a case, hell, even the weather but he, Julius, never came over for any productive reasons. The two of you had worked a case together a few months ago, but other than that, you should be complete strangers.

You could see Julius approaching from the corner of your eye, a nasty smirk plastered on his, and you hated to admit this, conventionally attractive face. While others might swoon at his good looks, you had to hold back a gag as he placed his hand firmly on your shoulder, enveloping your senses in his stale scent. He then slowly leaned down, his lips almost touching your ear, and whispered "That shirt makes your tits look great," his disgustingly wet breath sent shivers through your body as he gave your shoulder a squeeze and headed off like nothing happened.

As far as you knew, you were his only victim. The other ladies in the office swooned over him, speaking highly of his good looks and "great" skills as a lawyer. A few who had witnessed his advances towards you and misinterpreted your blush as shy interest complained of how envious they were that such a handsome, successful man was interested in you, and you kept quiet. You had heard enough horror stories of women who had come out about work-place harassment who were fired, never given or even considered for promotions, and even sued for slander, and you couldn't let any of that happen to you, you had to tolerate it. A job at Themis law firm is a dream for many law students, you included, and you wouldn't let that slip away. Even if you had to endure harassment, even if you had to leave your desk to escape to the bathroom some days because you couldn't keep the tears out of your eyes, even if you couldn't fall asleep some nights because images of what he's done to you and what he's capable of doing to you infect your mind, even if you had to start wearing ill-fitting clothes to hide your figure in an attempt to get him to leave you alone, and even if you were terrified to be in a room alone with him, lest he become bolder, you had to persevere. If everything in your life went right, you'd become his boss one day, and when that day came, you could fire his ass.

Of course, though, you weren't the boss, and you had to listen to what yours said. So, when your manager approached you a few days after Julius's latest incident telling you you'd be assisting him in a case, there wasn't much you could do to get out of it. Artem and you weren't working on any urgent cases at the moment, so he gave them permission to steal you away for the case. You were very skilled in working the case type Julius was "stuck on" so your manager said you the obvious choice for the job. There was no way out.

Julius invited you into his office with a sickly-sweet smirk and an almost impermeable wink as a knot settled in your stomach. Something in you screamed at you, don't go in there, it yelled, anywhere else. Just not his office.

"Well, I wouldn't want to intrude in your personal space," You said, trying to keep an aura of professionalism while also trying to protect yourself. There were still others around, if you start to show your discomfort, you'd be found out. You felt like you were lying, in a way, maybe you were? Guilt ran up and down your spine, and you hoped the feeling didn't translate to your expression.

"Oh, MC." His voice was outwardly cheery with an undertone of something, though you couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was, "You could never be an intrusion to me. Let's use my office, I insist."

No, no no, the voice within you screamed again, you felt your breath hitch slightly, but you forced your breaths to be normal, despite how badly your lungs wanted you to gasp for air. "I would prefer it if we worked somewhere else, Julius." His name tasted disgusting on your tongue, "My desk for example," the two of you squeezed together, trying to work at the same small desk, his smell surrounding you, "or an empty conference room," still alone in a room together, his hands reaching out to touch your body, "or-"

"Mc, this would all be much simpler if we just worked in my office, I promise you, I don't mind." There was a hint of aggravation in Julius's voice, but it disappeared the longer he spoke. "There won't be any meeting halls open, now come on, let's go to my office."

You stood still for half a second, debating just running away, job be damned, but you didn't have time to start walking. You hadn't even decided which way to go, towards Julius's office or towards the main exit, when a voice rang out, "Mc, Julius, conference room six is open." You turned around, eyes meeting the bright sapphire eyes belonging to Artem. His brows were slightly furrowed, looking you up and down.

"Great," You said before Julius could say a word, "thank you Artem." You turned back to Julius, his eyes were much less kind than Artem's, and all you wanted to do was turn back to face the man with the beautiful eyes and put Julius in the depths of your memories, but you plaster on a fake smile as you say, "conference room six it is, then!" You quickly passed Julius, feeling two sets of eyes burning into you as you walked away. Julius's office was past conference room six, so as you entered the room Julius walked towards his own office instead, muttering something about needing to grab his case files.

You were glad that you didn't end up in his office, but the conference room wasn't much better, panic began building up in your chest again. There were large windows leading out into the hallway, which you sat right in the middle of giving anyone who walked by a perfect view of you and whatever you were doing. Conference room six was the most open of the conference rooms, but the hallway around here was never too busy. The windows also left a few blind spots, places he could back you into if he really wanted to. With slightly shaky hands you opened your laptop, opening an audio recording app. There weren't any security cameras in this conference room, and even though your gut stopped you from telling anyone about Julius, something within you told you to record.

The door to the conference room quickly opened and shut. You minimized the recording app, the pulsing red dot indicating that it’s recording disappears along with it. Julius throws a few case files onto the conference table before walking around to sit directly next to you. You rolled your chair away from him slightly, trying to escape his revolting stench. You began speaking about the case, reading the case files, and making comments about the stranger details, details you could use to defend your client.

The two of you continued to talk about the case for a while, the anxiety that had grown so high before began to dwindle, maybe you were wrong. Maybe Julius wasn’t going to take this chance to do something horrible to you, maybe he never was going to do anything to you. Had you just imagined his threats? “Mr. Johnson’s embezzlement of the school’s funds could be grounds for-”

"Tease," Julius interrupted you, his voice much darker, almost an inhumane growl, than what it was when you were surrounded by your coworkers. Darker than it was even a few seconds before when you were talking about the case.

"E-excuse me?" you asked, your professional front slipping, anxiety raising in your stomach once again.

Julius inched closer to you, holding the back of your chair to prevent you from rolling further away from him, "I said, you're a fucking tease Mc. Making me go back and forth like that." The undertone you couldn't pinpoint from before was back, but it was much more pronounced now. Anger mixed with desire, his unkempt nails dug into the skin of your thigh as he pushed himself onto you, "but you're not gonna tease me anymore."

Desperately, you pushed your feet against the floor as hard as you could, propelling your chair into the one behind you, allowing you to stand up and try to make it to the door. Julius's hand violently grabbed your wrist, yanking you back towards him. “Come on, Mc,” he growled in your ear, “everyone in the office knows you’re whoring around to get to the top. You can’t refuse me.”

You struggled against his grip, but every movement you made had him tightening his hold around your wrist, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Julius.” you gasped as the pain of his hand on you became too much.

This seemed to enrage Julius, who suddenly stood up from his chair, forcing you against the wall furthest from the door. Your head smacked violently into the wall sending sparks of pain through your vision. “Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Everyone knows you’re putting out for Artem. Why else would he choose some sub-par slut of a lawyer to be his partner?”

“I-I didn’t-” Julius put more pressure on you as you tried to speak, stopping your words completely.

“Let’s put it this way, Mc,” Julius's hands snaked in opposite directions, one reaching your throat, putting suffocating pressure on it, the other gripping your ass, pulling you unwillingly closer to his body, “You put out for Artem to advance your career, and if you’re a good little slut for me, you can keep your career.” He pulled you somehow tighter into him, his mouth ghosting your ear before delivering a harsh bite into its flesh. “If not, you can kiss being a lawyer goodbye.”

The knot in your stomach twisted, the job you were passionate about, the coworkers you loved, Artem, your senior partner who had already taught you so much, could he really take all of that away from you? Was it really worth it to lose all that to him? Maybe you should just let him have you, once to save your job. But, as Julius’s hand moved from your ass forward, threatening to touch you in a much more intimate place, something in you broke. No. You wouldn’t let him take your career away, but you also wouldn’t let him have you. Throughout your career as a lawyer, you fought and fought and fought for your clients, day in and day out so they could find justice, and it was time for you to fight for yourself.

You thrust your knee upwards into Julius’s groin, and in the split second where he was caught off guard, you used all your strength to push him off of you. You ran for your laptop, his angered cries of pain filling the room as he stood motionless in the spot you left him in, grasping at his groin, trying to ease the pain. You took the opportunity to haphazardly grab your laptop and head for the door. Julius’s hand grazed your arm again as he regained some of his movement, but you were too far away from him at this point. He couldn’t reach you.

Escaping the suffocating air of that conference room could have been the happiest moment of your life. You saw Julius staring at you from the corner of your eye, still standing in the conference room, slightly doubled over. He wouldn’t dare chase you through the office, and he was out of sight before you could figure out what his next move would be. Adrenaline pumping through your body, you made your way across the office. You weren’t sure where your legs were taking you until you were already knocking at the door you sought out, Artem’s office.

The moment you saw Artem as he opened the door, his face going from stoic as always, then softening at the sight of you, and finally, his eyebrows furrowing in concern as he got a better look at you all in a matter of seconds, the emotions you had kept hidden for months suddenly broke free. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, so you broke your gaze away from Artem, opting to look down at your own shoes instead. You really didn’t want to cry in front of Artem. You so desperately wanted to be a great lawyer like him, famous for winning countless cases. He wouldn’t be so vulnerable as to cry in front of a coworker, and you wanted to follow in his footsteps. You tried to push them back, but they refused.

Artem put a gentle hand on your upper back as he led you into his office, closing the door behind him, and placing his jacket on you. It smelt strongly of him. You could detect hints of vanilla from his cologne which made you want to envelop yourself further into the cloth. He led you to the sofa in his office, Artem himself sitting down on the coffee table in front of you. His kind, gentle movements, so contrasting from Julius’s threats, made the tears stream down your face harder. You began to shake from the loss of adrenaline, and you buried your face in your hands.

Artem was at a loss for what to do. He’d never seen you cry before, he felt helpless as he watched you heave from your tears. One thing was certain in his mind, however: Julius had something to do with this. He could sense your discomfort earlier when he’d suggested the two of you use conference room six to discuss business. He could tell you were trying your hardest to suppress the feelings, but they were prevalent enough on your person for him to detect, but his actions had failed to protect you further. A part of him wanted to leave the office immediately, find Julius, and beat him to a pulp wherever he stood, but a more sensible part of him knew you needed him right now. Julius could be dealt with later.

Slowly, Artem stood up from his place on the coffee table and sat down on the couch, a good few feet away from you in order to give you space. You finally looked up at him when you felt his weight on the couch. Your eyes were red and irritated from the tears, makeup running down your face in light gray streaks. You desperately wiped away at them, but it didn’t make a difference. Artem’s soft voice finally broke the silence between the two of you, “Mc, can I hug you?” The hysterical part of your brain was surprised by his words. In your emotional state, you expected him to reject you, and act disgusted by your emotions. You nodded slightly, desperately wanting his comfort.

Before you knew it, Artem had slid closer to you on the couch, taking you in his arms, and gently pressing you into his chest. This simple action started your tears anew. You began crying harder than before, gasping for breath. Clumsy words spilled out of your mouth as you tried to tell Artem what had happened. You thought he deserved to know why you came to his office crying, but Artem simply gently shushed you, rubbing comforting circles into your back. “You don’t need to say anything yet, Mc,” he whispered

The two of you stayed like that for a long time until your tears eventually slowed to a stop. At that point, you pulled away from Artem, desperately missing his warmth as soon as you did so. Artem slid his hand in yours, giving it a gentle, supportive, squeeze before speaking again, “If you’d like to tell me what happened, I’ll be here for you, okay?” Artem’s comforting words, his warm hand in yours, and his beautiful blue eyes made everything that’s happened with you in relation to Julius spill. You couldn’t look at him as you told him about everything: the case you worked on together, how he’d continue to go to your desk even when the case was over, how that escalated to the harassment you had to endure, what just happened in the conference room, and the audio recording of the incident.

When your gaze finally settled back on Artem, he was wearing an expression you had never seen on him before. It was anger, it was concern, it was... it was something else you couldn’t quite place. Artem pushed himself up from the couch, his eyes on the door to the office. You tightly grasped his arm, stopping him from moving towards the door. The door meant he’d tell, the door meant all your fears would come to fruition, the door meant you’d have to face the world outside Artem’s warm embrace again, and you didn’t want that. “Please don’t,” you whimpered, new tears stinging your eyes, “don’t tell anyone, please.” A sob escaped your throat, making Artem sit back on the couch next to you. “I love my job here, I love working with you and Kiki. I love being your partner and working on NXX cases with you. I don’t want to lose it all.”

Artem was back to rubbing circles into your skin, this time at the base of your shoulder. “You won’t lose your job, I promise.”

“B-But, so many people have b-been fired because they r-report assault, I-I can’t l-let that happen.”

“Mc,” Artem said, his voice slightly stern, but still gentler than you’d ever heard it before, “please look at me.” Your eyes trailed up his body, which was still holding you, and finally met his eyes. “I won’t let that happen, okay?” His hand found your hair, gently combing through it with his fingers, “I promise you that you’ll be okay, that your job will be okay. I’ll put Julias in jail if it’s the last case I ever take, just please, please let me help you.” Before that day, you could never imagine Artem crying, but you knew the sight of his eyes filled with tears was real. He allowed you to see his emotions just as you’d allowed him to see yours. He wasn’t some emotionless lawyer who would allow his coworker to be fired because they told the truth. He was a man who’d openly share your emotions with you, even if that meant sharing your tears. You could trust him, you knew that now.

“Okay,” you let the word with a shaky breath, “I trust you, Artem.”

Artem stood up from his place next to you, not letting your hand go quite yet. He leaned over you, giving your forehead a gentle kiss, before looking into your eyes, determination filling his own sapphire ones. Your body slightly tensed when Artem finally removed his hand from yours, you quickly grew cold at the lack of his warmth, but you let him go. You watched his figure as he reached the door, taking one more glance behind him towards you, and left, shutting the door behind him. Eventually, you knew, everything would be okay again.

[bnha-dumpster]

Alright, just wanted to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable! Oh and, you can choose if this is pseudo or normal (?) incest. But I’d like to request something where Bakugou walks in on his younger brother (male reader, and they’re both over 18, but they still live with their parents) masturbating with his shirt on. (probably that skull t-shirt) Then Bakugou fucks him (possibly overstimulation) and Y/n has to worry about keeping his moans in because their mother is downstairs. (Also this might be stupid but- I don’t mind degradation, but if you decide to write it then maybe not too harsh? I’m sensitive atm lol)

Thank you, <3

oh i actually like the premise of this! this is soft big bro bakugou hours 

pairing: older brother bakugou x little brother male reader content warnings: incest, masturbation, praise kink, big brother kink, secret sex, overstimulation, excessive use of the word “nii-san” word count: 1.6k

You’ve always loved your brother. Well, maybe you love him too much. You’re not sure of the “normal” amount of love you should give a sibling, but you’re pretty sure you’re past that. 

It might be from the fact that you think you don’t think he loves you at all- in any way. Bakugou has always been an aggressive person, you know that. He treats everyone roughly, even the people he cares about. You should be used to it. Still, it hurts. You didn’t inherit the tough skin your brother did and you’re sure that he thinks you’re weak for it. 

Your yearning for your brother to care for you devolved into something else. That brotherly love was replaced with something else and it’s made your life harder. It makes his harshness hurt more than it used to. All you want is for him to tell you that you did good or that he cares about you in some way. 

You have to make up for the lack of love somehow.

Clad in only your brother’s shirt, just slightly larger than what you wear, you immerse yourself in the ways you wish your brother treated you. Maybe him fucking you isn’t exactly how you should be imagining your brother, but it’s what you’re doing. The scent of your brother surrounding you as you stroke yourself and thrust two fingers inside yourself is more than enough to make up for your lack of love. At least, for now it is.

“N-nii-san... Please, Nii-san...” 

Your whimpers and whines are muffled, as quiet as they can be. You want to cry out and be as loud as your heart desires, but your mom and brother are downstairs. There’s no way you can disturb them. There’s no way you can let them see you like this.

“What do you want Nii-san to do, hm?” 

For a moment, you think the gravelly voice of your older brother is just in your head. It’s the click of the lock on your bedroom door that makes you realize it definitely isn’t just your imagination.

Bakugou leans against the wall. He stares down at you with his arms crossed, expression unreadable. Is he disgusted? Does he want to hit you? Will he ridicule you? You have no idea what he’s going to do. 

What you don’t expect is for him to begin stripping. The moment he tosses his shirt at you, there’s a second where you stop functioning. Your brother doesn’t care. He continues to strip in front of you. Each article of clothing tossed somewhere in your room. The blond ends up leaning over you, tugging at his shirt. Even if it’s baggy on you, it doesn’t cover the erection you’re trying to hide from him.

A predator-like grin is on his face as he looks down at you. It’s like he’s waiting for you to say something. Wait- he is.

“I... I want Nii-san to...” Now that he’s here in front of you, you can’t seem to get your words out. He slides his hand under your shirt and goes straight for your chest. A sharp pinch to your nipple is a warning to tell him. “Please fuck me, Nii-san...”

His grin only grows wider. The hand that was teasing your chest goes straight to your cock, pumping it a few times. Bakugou watches how you tense and buck into his hand as he does so. You’re so sensitive, so eager.

“I know that’s not all you want. I know what you’ve been doing, I’m not an idiot. You steal my clothes and I hear you moaning my name when I pass by your room... Tell me everything you want your dear Nii-san to do.”

The rumble in his voice goes straight to your dick. You whimper and grab his wrist. He has to stop before you cum. You don’t want to cum so soon. 

But you can’t answer him. You’re already doing your best to keep yourself quiet, the hand not holding onto your brother’s hand over your mouth to muffle any noise. The blond pulls your hand away and stills his own. The way he stares at you make you wonder if he wants this just as much as you do. 

“My... I want Nii-san to suck my...” 

“You’re way more shy than I thought you’d be.” As soon as you say it, he’s sliding down between your legs. Pinching your thighs and grinning up at you, Bakugou gives a kiss to the shaft of your cock. “I’ve been holding back all this time. I wondered if this was just a phase but it seems like you really want me, huh?”

“Yes...” The way you answer him so eagerly makes his own cock twitch in anticipation. “I always feel like you hate me...” 

“Hate you? What kinda idiot- hey, I don’t hate you. Let me make up for all of that.” Those are his last words before he licks a stripe up your cock and takes it into his mouth. It’s hot and feels better than you could ever imagine. You hold your hand to your mouth, the other tangling into your brother’s hair. Keeping yourself from bucking into his face is nearly impossible. You’re lucky that Bakugou has your hips pinned to the bed. 

He’s got your whole dick in his mouth like it’s some sort of candy. His tongue wrapping around the head and the groans vibrating against it- wait, is he enjoying this? Another groan when he takes it all down and it hits the back of his throat confirms it. That combination of knowing he wants to do this to do is what helps you over the edge. 

You push his head down as much as you can and cum in his mouth. Bakugou swallows it all before pulling up, wiping the sweat off his brow. That grin returns and he laughs, “What next?” 

What he doesn’t expect is for you to spread your ass open for him. He stares at your hole; it’s already prepared, twitching in anticipation. There’s a moment of pause before he dives in, lapping at it. His tongue slips in far easier than he thought it would, but he doesn’t take it for granted. Bakugou is happy to eat your ass. He can taste something. So you use flavored lube. It’s a light taste of caramel, probably because of the smell his quirk gives his sweat. He doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, you using something specifically because it reminds you of him only turns him on more.

Small, muffled whimpers come from you as he eats you out. After cumming, you’re sensitive, far too much to be touched in such a delicate place. But your big brother doesn’t give a damn. He eats you out like a man starved, hiking your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. All you can manage to do is squirm and whimper. 

Bakugou keeps it up into you’re hard again. The second your cock begins to come to life again, he pulls his head back and lips his licks.

“Caramel flavored, huh?” He chuckles when you look away. “You really want me, Y/N. Want your Nii-san so bad that you need to have lube that smells like him. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a dildo around here.” 

The way your gaze snaps back to him makes him laugh. Red eyes take in your flushed, embarrassed face, the way you squirm and whimper because of him. 

“Nii-san, please...” You’ve moved your hand away from your mouth. “I need your cock... Please...” 

Once again, that predatory grin appears. He keeps your legs on his shoulders, practically bending you in two. His cock, hot and heavy, slides against your ass. Your breath catches in your throat when you realize how big it actually is. It’s no surprise that it matches his proportions, but it’s just more than you expected. 

“Be good for your Nii-san and let me fuck you good.”

That’s all he says before he sinks his cock deep inside you. His lips slam against yours to muffle your cries as you adjust to his size. He stretches you out more than your fingers ever could. It’s uncomfortable as he bottoms out. But he’s kind to you and waits for you to adjust, absorbing your whimpers. They’re delicious and he can’t get enough of them.

When your whimpers turn into small moans, he begins. The first few thrusts are soft, gentle. Bakugou is working you up. He knows how big he is and he doesn’t want to make this horrible for you. He pulls away from your lips and rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re so tight. This ass is all for me, isn’t it? Been dreaming of having your ass wrecked by your big, strong Nii-san. Must feel good.” He cups your face and wipes the stray tears. “Do you feel good? You feel so good for your Nii-san.”

“Nii-san feels good... Feels really good...” You let out a moan and immediately shut your mouth after. The two of you stop to make sure Mitsuki didn’t hear before Bakugou shoves his fingers in your mouth. They muffle your moans just enough. With that, the pace gets harder and more intense. The blond watches your eyes roll back into your skull when he hits you just right. His cock hits your prostate in the best way and he loves the way you get tighter when he does. 

You cumming so quickly is what he expects. The overstimulation, even after one orgasm, is just too much for you to bear. You bite down on his fingers as you do, ass tightening to an almost painful grip around him. But he’s not done. Even after he forces you to ride your climax so intensely, he keeps going. 

“We’re not done yet. Nii-san’s gonna make you feel real good tonight. I’ll make up for all the times you felt like I hated you. And,” he laughs as his gaze goes down to the black shirt you’re wearing, “I’ll let you keep this shirt since you love it so much.”

[beels-burger-babe]

A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.2

Poly! MC Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE ***Good Golly!! Y'all really like the angst, huh? Here you guys go. Cry your hearts out and enjoy! - B*** Beelzebub woke up the rest of his brothers early the next morning. While most of them attempted to flip him off or threaten him at the initial disturbance, all it took was him saying that they needed to talk about you for them to shoot out of bed. In a matter of minutes, all of them, except Levi, were seated around the breakfast table. "If we're talking about MC, why aren't they here?" Satan asked while poking at a piece of fruit. "I don't know about you, but I personally don't feel right talking about them behind their back." Belphie scoffed and laid his head in his arms. "It's not like we're gossiping about them or anything. They were acting off last night, and Beel thought we should discuss what we're gonna do about it." Beel nodded, "They pulled into themself halfway through the night, and was upset but kept brushing me off whenever I tried to talk to them about it." Mammon huffed and crossed his arms. "Maybe they just didn't feel like they could talk to ya about it," he rose to his feet and began to walk towards the door. "I'm the first! I'm sure I can get it out of them, easy peasy! I'll just head in there and-" "Mammon, sit down!" Lucifer hissed. Mammon grumbled under his breath but did as told. Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We've talked about this. Stop bringing up the whole 'first man' thing. MC is in a relationship with all of us. Not just you." The second-born pouted and stabbed an egg with his fork.

Lucifer rolled his eyes at his brother's antics and looked back at Beel. "Something clearly happened during the date. Do you have any ideas at all at what it could've been?" Asmodeus stirred a swirly straw around in his drink. "I mean, I would be pretty upset if I spent three hours of my evening at a barbaric sporting event too," Asmo chuckled and smirked. "The only good thing about sports is that you get to see all those rippling muscles of the athletes in action." Beel scowled at his brother took a bite out of the omelet that was on his plate. "It wasn't because of the game. MC loves coming to my Fangol games and was having a blast with me until halftime. Something had to have happened while I was gone." Asmodeus opened his mouth to counter the statement when Leviathan came rushing into the room carrying his laptop. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the sight, "What have I told you about devices at the table?" Leviathan shot him an annoyed look as he plopped down in one of the chairs. "This isn't about table etiquette. This is about MC," he looked over at Beel and Belphie. "I think I have an idea on what may have caused them to start distancing themselves." Everyone perked up in interest at the news; each one of them eager to know what was distressing their loved one so much that they felt like they couldn't talk to them. "Well are you going to tell us, or are you just going to sit there?" Satan quipped, his anger beginning to get the better of him as he sat on the edge of his seat. Levi gave him a flat look before he typed a few things on his keyboard. "I was doing a raid last night trying to keep my mind off of what might've happened with MC and decided to ask my party members about it," Leviathan's expression darkened as he began to explain. It was clear to everyone that whatever was said, wasn't taken lightly by the otaku. Rather than reading the conversation out loud, he turned his laptop screen for all his brothers to see. Leviachan: Gaaah! I just can't focus on the game tonight. My partner came back from a date tonight and has been acting kind of sus. There's definitely something bothering them, but they refuse to tell anyone. Ruri-Chans-Husbando: Dude, you're talking about that stupid human right? Why are you even with them? You shouldn't give a Normie like them the time of day. Waifu-Addict: Exactly! Listen, we've all been talking and you need to drop that whore. They're totally just using you and your brothers for your titles and power. The demons read in horror and rage as the chat room filled with messages from the members of Leviathan's party all saying similar garbage about you and degrading you in every way they could think of. Satan stood up and began to pace near the table as he used every inch of his self-control to keep himself from lashing out. "I want names, Levi. Who are they and why do they seem to think it's okay to talk about MC like- like that?!" Satan snarled as he curled his hands into fists. Levi tsked and crossed his arms, as Lucifer took the laptop to look more closely at the messages. "You say that as if I haven't already used my 'title and power' as Grand Admiral to have my men collect and imprison them. They're at the navy base waiting for us to get our hands on them as soon as we sort this whole mess out." Belphie growled, now sitting up and wide awake. "Get our hands on them is right. No one gets away with this shit," Asmodeus glared at the computer as though it had just dyed all of his clothing brown. "Rotten brats. They're all just jealous of stunning MC. Ugh, Diavolo, haters are the worst." Beel pushed his plate away from himself as he frowned deeply. "As disgusting and horrible as this is, what does it have to do with MC getting all quiet during our date?" A low rumble came from Lucifer as he handed the laptop back to Levi. A fiery hatred was burning brightly in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. "If a bunch of anti-social shut-ins are going around talking about our dearest MC like this, I believe Leviathan's point is that others probably are."

"Ouch. I wasn't going to say it l-like that, but yes," Levi winced and continued, "MC probably overheard people saying something about them. I mean, if people said that crap about me I'd probably hide in my room and not come out for months!" Mammon, who had been surprisingly quiet during all of this, had a very serious expression on his face. "Right, and we don't want MC to go through that. For Diavolo's sake, they've left alone to overthink this enough," Mammon stood up and headed towards the door again, Satan hot on his trail. "I'm going up to there to talk with them. Ya'll are welcome to come with, but you ain't stoppin' me." "Actually, Mammon, you're not. We should wait until MC comes to us," Lucifer interrupted. An animalistic snarl tore its way from Satan's throat as what little self-control he had snapped. Wrath incarnate lunged himself at Lucifer, grabbing his older brother by the collar of his cloak. "Are you serious, Lucifer?! You're seriously putting your stupid pride first, now?!? MC needs us!" Lucifer growled and pushed Satan off of him as he stood to size him up. "No. What they need is to not feel pressured to open up when they aren't ready! We can't make them feel like they can't come to us!" Mammon scoffed from where he stood in the back. "Oh, cause that's perfect logic! News flash, oh wise one, They ain't gonna come to us if they're thinkin' they're a burden! But you wouldn't know anything about that would you?!" Lucifer's eyes widen and he took a step back in shock at the statement. "What is that supposed to mean?" Mammon and Satan both opened their mouths to put Lucifer in his place when Beel all of sudden cleared his throat loudly. All three of the angry demons turned to snap at him but froze as they saw you standing in the room behind them. They instantly straightened themselves up gave you their full attention. The air seemed to lay still between you as everyone waited for the other to make the first move. As with almost every situation, it was Mammon who broke the silence. He took a step towards you. "MC, I was just coming to get you actually. There's somethin' we all wanna talk to you about." They could hear your breath catch in your throat as you took a step back. Panic filled your eyes the moment the words left his mouth. "O-Oh. I, um, I was actually just going to grab an apple and then head off to RAD for class. M-Maybe we can talk afterwards?" Satan frowned as you walked past him towards the fruit bowl. "MC, it's the weekend." You stopped mid-step. An uncomfortable tension filled the room as the obvious excuse was exposed. The brothers waited for you to move, to speak, to do something to give them any sort of sign for what you wanted them to do, but you just stood there, still like a statue except for the tremors in your hand. "Come on, Darling," Asmodeus spoke softly. His face clearly showed the hurt and concern that was coursing through him. "Everything's alright, I promise. We just need to talk about a few things." The brothers had thought of a number of ways you could've reacted to them confronting you. Lucifer thought that perhaps you would snap at them and distance yourself further. Mammon, Levi, and Asmo expected a few small tears followed by a cuddle session. Satan imagined a slightly more dramatic telling, like something from one of his novels, that ended him being your hero and massacring all those who dared speak ill about you. Beel thought perhaps you could talk over a bunch of comfort foods that allowed you to remain calm and feel safe. Belphie had hoped that perhaps you hadn't believed what you overheard, and the two of you could laugh at how idiotic even the idea of them not loving you was. But you, breaking down into tears, sobbing the words "I'm sorry" over and over again? None of them had expected, nor were prepared, for that. ***Apparently this is now going to be a three-part series. This part was interesting to write. I fully believe that if the brothers were in a poly relationship with the MC they would definitely bicker and argue about

who knows MC best and who had the better date whenever MC isn't around. Honestly, they probably have a score chart 😅 I hope you guys liked part 2! Keep an eye out for part 3, where MC finally opens up to the boys and we have some hurt/comfort times \uwu/ ***

[itsamejin]

easy || jungkook angst/fluff

Summary: Date you, win a bet, get his rent paid off. Sounds promising enough, right? Jungkook should’ve known that his ambitions would end in disaster, but even if he did, that still wouldn’t have stopped him from pursuing you.

Warning: cursing, crude humor, fuckboy talk

Genre: college!au, fuckboy!au, bet!trope, angst, fluff

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Premise: In which Jungkook accepts a bet from Taehyung to date the first girl that walks into the lecture hall and realizes that he bit off more than he could chew when starts to catch feelings. Now, he has to suffer the consequences of being an idiot.

Commission Request: @altus-gens​

Word Count: 9,203 words

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It's not like Jungkook planned to be one of the most sought after person in Yonsei University, but it somehow turned out to be that way. Truthfully, he basks in it, loves that so many people idolize him for doing the bare minimum. He was handsome after all and had a level of charm that surpassed the need to have a good personality. 

He got into such a prestigious school through an athletic scholarship for Taekwondo, managed to convince his professors to pass him when he put in minimal effort, and there was no shortage of girls to call when he was feeling lonely for a night. He was the stereotypical 'it' boy on campus and maybe if he was a little bit smarter, he'd have a better choice of friends than the six idiots he always hangs around with.

"How about this," Taehyung starts, gum in his mouth, "the first girl who walks in, you have to successfully get in her pants."

Jungkook rolls his eyes. They were in a damn lecture hall and yet Taehyung had no shame bringing up sex. Typical.

“This again, bro?” Hoseok sighed. “Aren’t you sick of bribing us to do weird shit for you?”

Taehyung smirked.

“Not at all, actually.”

"For how much?" Namjoon cut in, probably curious for the price point Taehyung would arrange this time. He was fired from his job just a week ago and could really use the money. "I'll do it if it’s enough to pay for my rent this month."

Taehyung scoffs, although knowing full well he could pay for all of the boys’ tuitions combined if he wanted to. He was the resident rich bachelor on campus after all.

"I'll pay it for a full year and your utility bills too if you're really down," Taehyung flaunts. "You just gotta have proof you actually managed to do it."

"Dude that's gross," Seokjin chimes in, "No one wants to send you proof of us doing it with a random girl."

Taehyung shakes his head.

"No, no, no," he says, clicking his tongue. "I phrased it incorrectly. I’m not a fucking pervert."

“You got us fooled,” Jimin mutters. 

Taehyung leans in closer to the six boys and even Jungkook finds himself getting intrigued. Admittedly, he was a little curious considering he hasn't had a proper meal in weeks. He could really use having some extra cash for food without worrying about rent.

"You have to date the girl for like three months," Taehyung says seriously, "and I'll consider that as enough proof that you managed to actually do it since I know you guys are too horny to wait any longer than that to fuck."

They all look at Taehyung in disgust, Jimin even opting to hit him in the back of the head for being so vulgar. To be fair, they were all thinking of accepting Taehyung's bet regardless. It's not like they were new to leading girls on anyway.

"You gotta pay me more than that to fuck just any girl," Yoongi says, yawning in the process. He seemed the least likely to take up Taehyung's offer, but he was still game depending on the person.

"Then how would you feel," Taehyung starts, "if I told you guys that I could get you priority registration for next quarter."

The boys, even the ones who weren't interested, were now listening to Taehyung's every word.

"You mean," Hoseok gulps, "I could finally get that fucking Organic Chemistry class I need to get out of this hell hole?!"

Taehyung shrugs, an ominous smile on his face.

"Just the perk of having parents who have connections," Taehyung replies. “I’ll only accept one of you guys to do it though. I don’t wanna have you all fucking the same girl- that’d be weird.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, that’s what’s weird about this,” he grumbles.

“So are you guys in or not?” Taehyung asks, his patience growing thin.

He lays back on his chair, a smoldering look on his face when they all nod. They were desperate for money after all.

"The next girl that walks in will be the subject of this bet and whoever calls dibs on her first will be the one to woo her,” he says with a stretch of his arms. “Good luck boys.”

They all turned to look at the door and Jungkook watches silently as guy after guy walks into the lecture hall. No girl yet. 

Jungkook was hoping, from the bottom of his heart, that no familiar faces would walk in. If he had to deal with a past fling, he’d have to back out immediately. He never dealt with exes very well.

The guys are at the edge of their seats, praying for a cute girl to walk through that didn’t already know about their horrible reputation. They were looking for an easy target, someone that could fall for their charms almost immediately.

And then, you walk in. You were clad in sweats with earphones on, rushing toward the front row seats of the lecture hall. You were chatting with your friends, yawning several times throughout your conversation with them. Jungkook couldn’t help but smirk. There was nothing special about you to point out, in fact, you were just like everyone else. Strangely enough, he found that the most intriguing part about you.

"Nope, nope, nope," Jimin shakes his head repeatedly. "Can't, won't, never will. Sorry, Tae."

They all stare at him in confusion.

"What the fuck, what's wrong with her?" Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Jimin faces away from you, not wanting to look at you any longer.

"No, nothing," there seems to be a blush forming on his face. He was hiding something.

“Bullshit,” Taehyung furrows his brows. “Bro, if she’s crazy and one of us gets our dick bitten off, we’re all blaming you, so spit it out.”

Jimin just sighs.

"She's been giving me Professor Kwon’s notes for the past few weeks,” he starts, much to the confusion of his friends. “Her name is [Y/N]. It'll be really mean if I go after her, especially since she and I are kind of friends. Plus, I really need to pass this class. I failed last quarter..."

The boys groan. Jimin was no fun.

"She's not my type so I don't think I could really get into it either," Seokjin states, no longer interested in the prize after Jimin’s confession. He’s been banking off of your notes from him too. 

"Aren’t we all old enough to know not to mess with people’s feelings?" Hoseok sighs.

They roll their eyes at Hoseok’s statement. Who was he trying to fool with the nice guy act? He probably fooled around with girls just as much as the other guys did.

"Yeah, I’m backing out," Yoongi agrees, "and she hates me so there's that."

They all look at him questioningly and he puts his hands up in the air from their gazes.

"What? I just realized who she’s talking to down there.”

He pointed at a girl discreetly, but no one seemed to recognize her.

“Her friend and I dated,” Yoongi continues, “and I broke up with her over text and blocked her without letting her respond. That whole friend group is pretty much pissed at me. I'd rather not have to deal with them again."

The guys look disapprovingly at him. Breaking up over text was harsh, but probably not the worst thing Yoongi has done to his exes.

"You're actually a piece of shit," Namjoon sighs. "I really do need my rent paid though..."

Jungkook nods in agreement. It's been almost impossible to balance Taekwondo practices, college papers, and working a part-time job all at once. If he could somehow find a way to quit his job for a while and get priority registration for classes, then he doesn't mind getting his hands a little dirty in the process. Plus, you were cute enough and he's sure you weren't too difficult to befriend as long as he doesn't mention Yoongi in any conversations.

"I'm in," Jungkook chides, finally saying something after such a long period of silence.

They all look at him with disbelief in their eyes. Jungkook was never the one to partake in Taehyung's bets. In fact, he was the one usually ridiculing them for participating. He must have been really desperate if he was willing to do it.

"I mean, it's all yours if you want," Namjoon replies, "I don't wanna turn it into a competition.”

“Don’t worry dude,” Jungkook fist bumps Namjoon, “I’ll quit my job and refer you for it.”

They nod at each other as if they were on the same wavelength. 

“I knew I could rely on you,” Namjoon says, faking tears from his eyes. The boys groan in response.

“Alright,” Taehyung claps his hands. “In exchange for providing me some mindless entertainment and going out with [Y/N], you will get your rent paid for the rest of the year and get early registration for next quarter. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.”

Jimin shakes his head.

“I don’t know about this, guys...”

Jungkook doesn’t hear him and instead takes one last look at you. You catch him in the corner of your eye and you can’t help but feel flustered at his serious expression. 

“Should be easy enough,” he mutters to himself and turns his gaze back onto his friend.

“So we have a deal?” Taehyung asks.

He smirks, shaking the outreached hand Taehyung held out for him. He steals another glance at you and he finds you staring right back. He gives you a wink.

“Deal.”

—

Jungkook slid into the seat next to yours in the campus canteen, his eyes filled with determination. His posture was laid-back, but it was a little too obvious that he was trying to act like he didn’t care.

“Hi,” he greets you in a breathy tone- girls loved it when he spoke with his breathy tone.

“Hi?”

You’d been sensing that someone was staring at you during the lecture, but you thought that was just the paranoia that came from being near such an intimidating group of guys. Turns out, you should always trust your instincts.

Jungkook had a boyish grin on his face that made you want to smile back but also stare at him in disgust.

“I heard you help Jimin with Professor Kwon’s notes,” he whispers mischievously. “I’m struggling myself, actually...”

Not really, but you know. This was the easiest tactic to approach you- tackle your similarities. You nod understandingly at his words, not quite getting that he was flirting with you.

“Yeah I can send you the Google Drive folder,” you comply, taking your phone out. “But you can’t let Professor Kwon know or else he’ll flip out. He doesn’t want people to have the notes for some odd reason...”

You trail off but Jungkook just scoffs. You seemed clueless.

“That’s not what I necessarily meant,” he says, a little shy this time. “I need a tutor.”

You furrow your brows at him.

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to pay me for that,” you say seriously. The last time you offered to tutor someone for free, they ended up blaming you for their failing grade and screaming about it all over social media. You needed money to compensate for that emotional trauma. “Microeconomics is hard to teach.”

“Well thankfully I’m a good student,” Jungkook teases. You stare at him with a deadpan face.

“You wouldn’t need my help if you were a good student,” you say blankly, standing up from your seat. “My hourly rate is 20,000 Won. Take it or leave it.”

Jungkook’s eye twitched. He had to spend his money to get Taehyung’s money? Well, the payout would be worth it in the end anyway. He reaches out a hand to you.

“If you’d have me,” he says cheekily, looking up at you. You take his hand in yours and maybe for a second you felt your heart skip a beat, but that was soon over when you let go of him.

“You have sweaty hands,” you say straightforwardly. You wipe your hand on your shirt and he coughs awkwardly at how unresponsive you truly were. Didn’t Jimin say you were a nice person? 

You take your barely-touched lunch tray and walk away from his pensive figure.

“Wait, can I get your number?” he yells. You don’t look back.

“Alright, whatever,” he mumbles to himself. “I’ll just ask Jimin, I guess.”

Without even a second glance, you disappear from his sight. He sits back on his chair, heaving out a deep sigh. Sure, this wasn’t the first girl that didn’t care much for his advances, but you didn’t even crack a smile or anything. This is going to be harder than he thought...

—

“She hates me,” Jungkook whines to Seokjin as they walked down the university halls to their next shared class. “Yesterday, I went up to her to get her number and I left with a fucking debt. Does that make any sense?”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have taken on the bet,” Seokjin yawned. “Namjoon would have wooed her with his poetry by now or some shit.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’s interested in a dude who can’t even put on a hat without causing an earthquake.”

Seokjin smacked him on the back.

“At least he’d have the guts to say no to having a fucking tutor,” Seokjin replies. “You dug your own grave, man. Now roll around in it.”

“Do you want me to succeed or not?” 

“I want you to not be a fucking dumbass, Jungkook,” Seokjin sighs. “Do you really wanna make your reputation worse than it already is?”

Just as Jungkook was about to reply, he catches a glimpse of you walking farther ahead in the university courtyard. You were a bit far but he’s sure he could make it if he hurries. He smacks the binder he held in his right hand onto Seokjin’s chest.

“Yo, can you cover for me,” he asks hastily and Seokjin stares at him with a concerned gaze. He watches as Jungkook takes off his backpack and leaves it on the ground. Jungkook looked about ready to break out in a sprint.

“What the fuck, why?” Seokjin questions.

“Just tell the TA I’m out for a bit,” he says in response, already running ahead to catch up to you. “I’m winning this fucking bet or I’ll die trying.”

Jin stands still, mouth agape. Jungkook really left him with his backpack and binder just to talk to you. He shakes his head. ‘I need to make new friends,’ he thought to himself, picking up the discarded backpack and walking in the direction of the class Jungkook was planning to be late to.

You were walking with your earphones on, not noticing someone sprinting at you in record speed. You only turn your music off when Jungkook stops in front of you, his hands on his knees. He was panting heavily.

“Hey,” he says through deep breaths. You nod at him awkwardly.

“Why are you running?”

“I wanted to... catch up to you... and I thought... you were closer... but the run here... took... fucking... forever,” he says breathlessly. “Water. I need water.”

You take out a bottle from your tote bag hastily, handing it to him. He took it into his hands, grazing your fingers a bit. As he was about to start chugging it, you halted him.

“Waterfall,” you say curtly- you were still planning to drink out of it later after all. 

He nods in response, a drop of sweat cascading the side of his neck. After he was done, there was practically no water left anyway. ‘I’m gonna have to refill it myself,’ you thought begrudgingly. You stuff it back into your bag and wait until his breaths become more even.

“A bit out of shape, huh?”

He scoffs and gives you a glare, clearly offended.

“I actually have a Taekwondo scholarship, you know that? I just wasn’t warmed up and I’m naturally sweaty so it’s not like-”

You laugh a little.

“I’m joking,” you say, a smile adorning your face. He feels his face turn red and he can’t help but purse his lips out of embarrassment. Jeon Jungkook couldn’t take a fucking joke.

“O-oh,” he says shyly, avoiding your gaze. Why was he acting more like an idiot than usual? You hear the chiming bells of the university tower and stare at your phone to check the time.

“Don’t you have a class?” you ask him. His eyes widen and soon he was dashing off again. He turns around mid-run, jogging backward to face you.

“My number is 06-1313-9197,” he yells, loud enough for the other late students in the courtyard to hear. Most of them roll their eyes, knowing that Jungkook was flirting with another girl yet again. You’re embarrassed by the amount of attention he’s getting, but punch his number on your phone anyway.

“Text me,” he shouts. “I’ll always respond to you.”

Now it was your turn to be flustered.

—

"That’s wrong,” you say, reaching over to Jungkook’s notebook and marking a large ‘X’ on his paper. “You’re not supposed to apply that function for this problem...”

Jungkook stared at you with a tired face. He didn’t think he was too bad at the mathematical aspect of Microeconomics, but it seemed like it was your life’s mission to make him look like an idiot. Of course, you caught every mistake that he made- even the ones he made on purpose just to see if you were really paying attention to his work and not bamboozling him.

“My bad,” he mutters, copying down the same problem on a different sheet of paper. He didn’t even get a chance to make a move on you today- not like he could make any big developments in the campus library anyway.

“Is it like this?” he asks, tilting his notebook to face you. You take a hard look at it and nod.

“Yeah, just make sure you know the difference between these two formulas, or else you’ll mess up on the midterm,” you say thoughtfully.

This was your fourth or fifth tutoring session by now? Truth be told he wasn’t really counting. Each moment he spent with you kind of blended together and he didn’t quite know if that was a bad thing or not.

“You know you’re not even struggling,” you say, your nose buried deep in your textbook. “It’s not like you’re completely clueless like Jimin. It seems like you’re wasting money on stuff you already know.”

Jungkook laughs heartily, getting shushed by the people around him. He really was stupid, wasn’t he?

“Yeah, well, it was just an excuse to hang out with the pretty girl in class, you know?” he says as nonchalantly as he could. You stare at him for a second and he swears he feels his body freeze over. If looks could kill...

You just shook your head with a click of your tongue and got back to reading.

“The pretty girl in class is most definitely not me,” you grumble. “If you wanted, I could’ve given you Soobin’s number without all the added hassle of you trying to come talk to me-”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jungkook stops you from saying anything else. He looked worriedly at your face. “I don’t even know who the hell Soobin is, why would I want her number?”

You look at him and finally, you chuckle. ‘She really does have a nice smile,’ Jungkook thought to himself. It would be nice if he could make you laugh more often and not just on rare occasions like this.

“You’re saying you don’t know Yoongi’s ex?” you tease slightly. You were finally letting your guard down with him and Jungkook smirked. One wall down, another million more to go.

“Bold of you to assume that I know any of Yoongi’s exes,” he says and you scoff. “He’s an asshole when it comes to dating.”

You roll your eyes.

“Isn’t that your whole friend group?”

He pouts. You knew of his reputation after all. Jungkook thought he could get away playing a nice boy act, but it didn't seem possible considering your knowledge of him. A little white lie couldn’t hurt in the end.

“Not me,” he replies. “I choose my relationships pretty carefully.”

You take a glance at him before jotting down a few more words in your notebook.

“Well,” you start off, a little shy to admit what you were about to say, “I guess we both have that in common.”

He tilts his head rather cutely out of confusion.

“What do you mean?”

You cough awkwardly, adjusting yourself on one of the library’s notoriously squeaky seats.

“I’ve never really had a boyfriend before,” you say quietly. His eyes bulge out from their sockets.

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not,” you say, a hint of amusement in your voice.

“Like, you’ve never been on a date or what?”

“I have,” you say hesitantly. “I’ve been on a few but they just never led into anything serious. I was pretty focused on studying in high school so there weren’t really any opportunities to get involved with someone. Plus, the guys who pursued me weren’t very... attractive.”

Jungkook laughs loudly again, much to the dismay of the other students in the library. He liked that you didn’t beat around the bush- it was easier to talk to you that way.

“And me?” he asks teasingly, laying his head on his arm that was atop the desk. He looks up at you with that boyish grin of his that gave you small butterflies in your stomach. You stare back at him, but only for a second. You ignore his watchful gaze and continue to flip through your textbook, trying to find the passage you last read. He keeps his eyes locked on you and you just couldn’t resist.

“What about you?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“Am I attractive?” he replies as bluntly as he could. You stop your movements and he chuckles.

“You’re... cute,” you settle on that word. Cute. It was safe enough to not be misinterpreted too much. He sits up straight with a satisfied smirk. He takes his pen and draws a heart on the side of your notebook. He winks at you when you stare back at him, puzzled by his actions.

“You are too.”

—

“Tell me you’re lying,” Soobin whines disappointingly, shaking your shoulders. You were trying to eat lunch undisturbed in one of the campus cafes but your two friends seem hell-bent on making you suffer. “There’s no way you’re friends with Jungkook.”

You sigh, attempting to rid yourself of Soobin’s grasp but to no avail.

“He’s an asshole, [Y/N],” Gaeun sighs disappointingly. “I thought you were a feminist, why the fuck do you even tolerate him?”

You glare at her for a split second before going back to prying Soobin off you.

“Jungkook has no respect for women or himself. It shows in how many shitty friends he has,” Soobin chants, still clearly bitter that Yoongi dumped her.

You shake your head, rolling your shoulders back when she finally lets go of you.

“Jungkook’s not even as bad as you guys describe him,” you reply. “He’s actually been really sweet.”

The girls take a glance at each other and burst in a fit of laughter.

“You must be out of your damn mind,” Gaeun cries. You cower slightly at their words. It’s not like you said anything that controversial, did you?

Soobin slaps Gaeun on the shoulder when she realizes how your face had soured. It wasn’t right to judge you for your choice of friends so harshly, no matter how horrid said person was.

“As long as it doesn’t go past friends,” she says soothingly, but that only made you feel worse.

“Why?” you ask a little hesitantly. “Does Jungkook sleep around?”

Gaeun nods, a worrying glimpse in her eyes.

“He's not exactly the type to kiss and stay...”

You nod understandingly. You weren’t too clueless to believe Jungkook when he said he was “careful” on who he dated. As long as you knew the boundaries that came with being his tutor, everything should be fine... right?

“Don’t worry guys,” you say with determination. “I’m not the type to get played-”

“Of course you are!” Gaeun sighed. “Guys gravitate towards girls like you who lack experience. Jungkook’s a fucking weirdo, of course, he’s gonna try and-”

“[Y/N]!” a shout from across the cafe screams. That distracted you from the various insults Gaeun was spewing from her mouth. You get that she was being critical of Jungkook, but did she have to speak ill of you too?

You look around and catch Jungkook waving frantically at you. He stops at your table and takes a mere glance at your friends before setting his focus on you. 

“Do you have time to help me out today? One of the papers for my writing class-”

“You tutor him in writing now, too?!” Soobin exclaimed, mouth agape. “[Y/N], what the fuck.”

You try to ignore your friend’s overreaction, a little disheartened when Jungkook looked hurt at their words. He had started to shy away from them as if he didn’t feel welcomed.

“Nevermind, I’ll just ask you later-”

“Actually,” you say standing up. “I’m free now.”

The two girls look back and forth between you and Jungkook, noticing the stars in your eyes when you looked at him. They did not like the thought of you two together at all.

“But [Y/N]-” 

You ignored their words and start to walk away, hoping Jungkook would come catch up to you. You didn’t quite know why their insistence on him being a bad person had made your blood boil. It wasn’t like you weren’t aware of his flirtatious tendencies, but hearing from your friends that you shouldn’t pursue a guy that you liked-

You stopped in your tracks and feel heat climb up your face. Like.

No way you admitted that just now. There’s no possible way you actually like-

“Hey, wait up,” Jungkook pants, his hand touching your shoulder. “Why do you walk so fast for-”

He sees your shocked face and turns you towards him, his hands on your shoulder similar to how Soobin had shaken you just earlier. Except this time, it felt comforting. It made your whole body feel warm as if you were coated with a weighted blanket. Was he always this gorgeous?

“What’s wrong?” he asks, inspecting your face closely. “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“N-nothing,” you swipe his hands away and rush out the door of the cafe. He smirks at how flustered you look, maybe he did have an effect on you after all.

Jungkook takes a last glimpse at the two girls who sat in their seats, staring at him disapprovingly. He raised an eyebrow at them and shoved his hands in the pocket of his jeans, following after you. ‘They’ll try to get in the way,’ Jungkook thought to himself, ‘but they’re already too late.’

The girls clenched their fist out of annoyance. He was definitely trying to get on their nerves.

“There’s something strange about what’s happening,” Gaeun mutters.

“They’re up to something,” Soobin agrees. “I don’t trust him at all.”

—

It’s been a week since you last spoke to your friends, not really wanting to read the messages they bombarded you with about how you should stay for away from Jungkook. It was hard to take any of their advice seriously when they were just badmouthing him without reason. They based all their opinions on him from rumors around the school and Soobin always felt the need to compare him to Yoongi even though they both had very different personalities. Well, at least to you they seemed very different.

Frankly, you were sick of their nagging and just turned off notifications from that group chat altogether. Instead of sitting next to them during Microeconomics, you opted to sit with Jungkook in the back of the lecture hall instead of at the front with them. Jungkook had abandoned his own rowdy friend group to sit with you and flashed them quick smirks and winks whenever they’d stare at him. 

Slowly, Jungkook had started to become a constant in your day to day life. You walked to class with him, ate with him, played video games with him. It was sort of strange how used to you were of his presence, like you had known him your whole life. Jungkook snaps you out of your thoughts when he starts humming a little tune.

He draws a heart in the corner of your notes- which you find he has a habit of doing whenever he wanted to say something stupid.

“I don’t get what he’s saying,” he pouts cutely. “It’s like he’s speaking a foreign language.”

You shake your head, not paying him any mind.

“Well maybe if you actually paid attention,” you mutter softly. He scoots closer to you and you feel yourself stiffen.

“But you’re tutoring me later on anyway,” he says teasingly. “I get more bang for my buck if I know less.”

“Bang for my buck,” you scoff. “Who even says that anymore?”

He points at himself nonchalantly and you can’t help but crack a smile as you continue to focus on the professor’s words. You don’t even cower under his gaze like you usually do when he stares at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“What do you want?” you ask, finally caving when Professor Kwon adjusted something in his PowerPoint slides. He smiles.

“I want to hold your hand,” Jungkook replies and you could feel your palms clam up. His flirtatious comments increased as time passed and you didn’t really quite know whether he was just teasing you or if he was genuinely interested in you. You weren’t very good at taking a hint.

“I’m writing right now...” you reply, slightly skipping a beat in your note-taking. He really was the ultimate distraction, wasn’t he?

Jungkook pouts sadly, but you can tell an idea pops up in his mind when his eyes start to glimmer. He sits his hand on your thigh and you jolt back from the touch of his hand on the material of your jeans. He pulls away slightly, scared that he had made you uncomfortable.

“I just want to put my arm around you,” he asks innocently. “Are you okay with that?”

You calm yourself down and nod. For goodness sake, you weren’t a child- why did a hand on your thigh make you so nervous for?!

“Yeah,” you say, a little more confident despite your nerves. “Go ahead.”

He smiles softly at you and connects his hand to your waist, pulling you a little closer to him. It was comforting, not at all meant to be more than just a public display of affection. He finds himself getting lost in the lecture along with you, his hand playing with a loose thread on your shirt through it all. He didn’t even look at his friends who were teasing him on the other side of the class or your own friends shooting daggers into his being.

At that moment, it was you, him, and Professor Kwon giving out a lecture that had half of the students already asleep. He smiled at how diligently you worked and how your breath would quicken when Professor Kwon switched the slides without a warning. It was the little idiosyncrasies like this that caught his attention, the kind of things that made him wonder where you’d been all his life.

The smile on Jungkook’s face disappeared when he came to that realization.

Fuck.

—

Jungkook rolls around the grass while you sit on the picnic blanket you two had set up. Midterms were over and grades would soon be announced. He wanted a much-needed distraction from the monotony of constant studying and you had suggested a small picnic in a nearby park. Of course, he agreed. 

“We’re free,” he groans. “Finally free.”

Jungkook stares hungrily at the assortment of food you had laid out for the two of you. He tries to reach a hand out to grab a bottle of lemonade but ultimately fails in the end. You giggle at his silliness, popping a grape in your mouth.

“You’re welcome by the way,” you say jokingly. “Don’t think you could’ve done it without me.”

He sits up to face you, bowing deeply as if you were a traditional empress.

“Thank you,” he says, imitating a Joseon accent. He was watching far too many historical dramas recently.

“You’re embarrassing me,” you say, attempting to straighten him out. “Sit up.”

He complies, only after a few pulls from you, with a toothy grin on his face.

“Seriously, I don’t think I could have gone through the first few weeks of Professor Kwon’s class without your notes,” he sighs, opening his mouth to signal that he wanted to be fed. You roll your eyes but placed a grape between his teeth anyway.

“You have hands, you should know how to use them,” you mumble shyly.

You move to take another grape for yourself, but he grabs your wrist before you could. He intertwines his fingers into yours.

“Why should I when my hands are holding yours~,” he says in a sing-song voice. It made you want to throw up at how cheesy he was, but you couldn’t help but laugh along as he cringed at his own words. When was it so normal for him to hold your hands like this?

“You can’t go one sentence without flirting, can you?” you sigh, feigning annoyance.

“Not when it comes to you,” he replies, but you could feel sincerity laced between his laughter. “I can’t resist flirting when it makes you all giggly like this.”

You purse your lips to prevent yourself from smiling too brightly. Jungkook and you were somewhat past the point of being just friends by now, but you were too much of a coward to label what you had with him. What if there was a chance that he was just leading you on?

Jungkook saw your furrowed brows. He rubbed circles on your hands with his thumbs to ease you.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he asks softly, about to let go.

“No-” you say a little too quickly, clasping him closer to you. Your faces were inches apart now, much nearer than they were before.

“D-don’t,” you attempt to say but you’re tongue tangled as you looked at his lips. He certainly does have nice lips...

“Don’t what?” he asks in a lowly voice. You start to look around you- anywhere that wasn’t him. The park was relatively empty but it still felt embarrassing to say anything too loud.

“D-don’t let me go,” you say, your eyes on the picnic blanket rather than on him. His gaze was too intense to look at. Jungkook feels his heart clench. You were cute, too cute. 

He shouldn’t be feeling this attached to you, but he couldn’t help it. Everything you did, every word that came out of your mouth- it had him wanting more from you than he could possibly handle. It was dangerous to feel this way.

“Why don’t you want me to let you go?” he asks nervously. He too was anxious for the answer. If you were to confess to Jungkook right now, he’d get the first part of the bet done, but there’d be no turning back after your confession. He would have to lie to you from now on. 

Jungkook closed his eyes, chanting to himself that it’s okay to like you for a little while, just as long as he doesn’t get too attached in the end. He needed the money, he really did.

“Because,” you start off with a sigh, staring at him now with glossy eyes. “I like you.”

Jungkook feels like he could do ten backflips in one go and it wouldn’t even drain him of energy. The smile on his face was huge, his eyes curling into that half-moon shape that made you swoon. 

Jungkook was relieved and if the boys asked, it was because he’d only have to date you for three months. He’d die before he’d admit to them that he caught feelings because Taehyung, as generous as he was with his bets, would never give Jungkook the money unless he cleanly broke up with you. It was one of his unspoken rules.

“I like you too.”

You smile at him and he can’t help but pull you close, his lips hovering over yours.

“Can I?”

You nod.

His lips graze yours slightly but he pushes a bit closer when he feels you lean into his touch. He kisses you again, and again, and again, but you pull away when his tongue had started to prod at your lips. Your face was flushed,  embarrassed to be doing this in such a public place.

“Maybe later?” you say, panting slightly. He gives you a cheeky grin and nods.

“At my place?” he asks with a wink.

You hesitate, letting go of his arms, twiddling with your fingers. You wanted to set clear labels on what your relationship was. You didn't want to accidentally get caught up in a friends-with-benefits situation and be all shocked when Jungkook ends up breaking your heart.

“So we’re dating now, right?” you ask cautiously, looking at him with a worried glint in your eyes. 

Jungkook’s mouth opens to speak but no words come out. He thinks a little harder about the whole situation... He was getting good grades, spending some quality time with a girl he’s clearly attracted to, and having his rent paid off all in one? He was killing three birds with one stone. It shouldn’t be too big of a problem to catch feelings for now, right? It’s not like any of his relationships lasted longer than a couple of months anyway.

He nods, cupping your face lightly.

“Yeah,” he hesitates. “We’re dating.”

Jungkook wasn’t aware, as he gives you another light peck, that it wasn’t possible to have his cake and eat it too.

—

It happens naturally. You coming in and out of his apartment that he shared with his friends, you tangling your legs with his underneath the sheets of his bed. It was hard to imagine a life where you didn’t wake up with him by your side. You were so wrapped up in his touch, so wrapped up in the sweet words he would whisper into your ears, that you spent most of your time with him. 

You weren’t really up to date with your friends anymore and he didn’t really hang out with his either. Jungkook shared an apartment with Seokjin and Hoseok, and so the only contact he had with the other boys was when they visited those two. He should’ve known to take you back home when all the boys bombarded into his living room, where you sat with him watching TV. 

“The lovebirds are at it again,” Taehyung coos, a mysterious glint in his eyes. “The honeymoon stage hasn’t passed quite yet, has it?”

Jungkook chucks one of the sofa’s throw pillows at his friend, obviously annoyed. What the fuck did Taehyung think he was doing?

“Quit it,” he mutters. You were sitting next to Jungkook, his arm around your shoulder protectively

“Why?” Yoongi yawns. “Anyone can see how incredibly in love you two are.”

You didn’t quite like the smirk he gave the two of you. This didn’t feel like regular teasing... it felt like he knew something that you weren't aware of. It made you curl your toes out of fear.

“Guys,” Jimin says calmly. “Stop it.”

The boys shrug their shoulders as if they said nothing wrong.

“We’re just pointing out how cute they are together,” Taehyung noted, “It’s not like we’re lying to her or anything-”

“Yeah, or leading her on or anything like that-”

“I think I should go,” you say hurriedly, uncomfortable at how tense the atmosphere was. Jungkook was clenching his fists, about ready to start a fight any second. Knowing his strength, you didn’t want anyone to walk around with a bruised eye because you couldn’t handle a few jokes- if that’s what Taehyung and Yoongi think they’re making. Harmless jokes.

“I’ll take you home,” Jungkook announces, standing up with you. Namjoon pulls him down back on the couch.

“Let someone else take her,” he says sternly. “We need to talk.”

Jungkook was about to protest until you spoke up.

“I can get home by myself just fine.”

“Hoseok and I can take you,” Seokjin insists, pulling the unassuming man up with him. “We don’t mind.”

Hoseok gives you a lopsided smile and you return an equally awkward one.

“Okay, that’s settled,” you say, clapping your hands. You walk over to Jungkook. “I’ll text you later okay?”

He nods, grabbing your hand and kissing it lightly. Yoongi scoffs and Taehyung glares at Jungkook. The dirty glances they were giving each other... You didn’t like it at all.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?”

“Okay.”

—

The walk to your apartment was unnecessarily awkward, Hoseok and Seokjin were talking too much and you talked too little. You tried to respond to their every quip, but you weren’t in the mood for chatting after that whole mess.

“You okay, [Y/N]?” Hoseok asks worriedly. “Don’t think too much about what those idiots said back there, they’re like that all the time.”

You nod, keeping your eyes on the ground. There was something chipping away at the back of your mind, something you wanted to get out of your chest.

“Would you say Jungkook and Yoongi act similarly?” you hesitate to say, “like with relationships?”

The two boys exchanged nervous glances at each other.

“Well, it depends,” Seokjin starts, choosing his words specifically. “What about relationships specifically?”

“Does he...,” you start off, not knowing the right phrase without sounding too harsh, “play around with girls? Like how Yoongi played around with Soobin?”

Hoseok looked at you with a raised brow.

“Who’s Soobin?” he asks before getting punched in the arm by Seokjin. “What the fuck bro!”

Seokjin clears his throat.

“What Hoseok meant to say,” he starts, glaring at his friend a little too harshly, “is that Yoongi never really introduces us to his girlfriends. You, on the other hand, are one of the few girls Jungkook actually took the time to invite over.”

“Yeah,” Hoseok chimes in. “He’s not exactly the most chivalrous, but he wouldn’t ghost someone like Yoongi did.”

Somehow their words weren’t enough to satisfy you. There was still something off in the conversation that transpired between the three boys- as if they were all keeping something from you. You stopped abruptly in front of your apartment complex, finally making eye-contact with the two boys.

“Do you think...” you start, a slight quiver in your voice, “that Jungkook is cheating on me?”

The two boys let out a deep breath that you didn’t even notice they were holding and laughed joyously together. They cackled as if what you said was the funniest thing they had ever heard in their life. Seokjin wipes a stray tear from his eye.

“Y-you think Jungkook’s cheating on you?!”

You nod, a little embarrassed at their reaction. Hoseok shakes his head, sighing out of his laughter.

“Trust me,” Hoseok starts, his breath evening out. “Jungkook would never cheat on you.”

You start to giggle along with them until a serious look suddenly takes over Seokjin’s features. He faces you fully.

“But listen [Y/N],” he starts. “If Jungkook hurts you, just know that he does love you. Like, undeniably. He does.”

“And we’re not just saying that as his friends either,” Hoseok continues. “We know how he’s like and we can tell that he really does like you.”

You smile at the two, feeling a small sense of comfort at their words.

“Thank you, guys. I mean it.”

They pat you on the back.

“Anything for Jungkook’s girlfriend.”

—

You walk through the campus cafeteria, eyes searching for a free table that you can sit alone in. Jungkook had Taekwondo practice so there would be no lovey-dovey feeding time with him. 

He’s been a lot tenser since the living room incident (which was already a week ago) and it seemed like he got more agitated as the days passed. Not towards you directly, but he’d always mutter slight insults whenever Yoongi or Taehyung passed by. It made you worried that you had done something to possibly drive a wrench into their relationship without even knowing it.

‘Whatever,’ you thought, ‘I’ll talk about it with him when he comes over later.’

You aren’t able to find a seat, though, when you feel dainty fingers wrap around  your elbow to pull you back lightly.

“[Y/N],” Gaeun says in a low voice. “We need to talk.”

It wasn’t like you had been ignoring them deliberately, though that was definitely the case at the start. You just couldn’t find the time to really hang out with them as much as you used to since you were with Jungkook most of the time. It was like that too when Gaeun and Soobin were in relationships, so you never really felt bad about doing it yourself.

“Yeah sure. I miss you guys,” you smile at her, but she doesn’t return it back.

“Come with me.”

Gaeun leads you to a table near the back of the room, where Soobin was sat up against the wall with her own tray of food. You sit down in front of her and Gaeun takes the seat next to Soobin.

“Good, you’re here,” Soobin says, apprehension laced in her voice. “We need to talk about Jungkook.”

You roll your eyes.

“Not this again-”

“[Y/N],” Gaeun warns. “Listen.”

You keep quiet, a little intimidated of how scary their expressions were.

“It’s all a bet,” Soobin says sternly.

You furrow your brows at her. She tends to speak vaguely when you needed her to be specific the most.

“What?”

“It’s a bet, [Y/N],” Gaeun repeats for her. “Jungkook’s only dating you because Taehyung said he’d pay his rent off if he did.”

You clench your fist on the table. How could they sit there and spew lies so easily?

“What are you guys-”

“Those dicks do this all the time,” Soobin rambles. “They play stupid games with girls just to fucking break their hearts later on and-”

“I don’t believe you,” you say confidently. “Jungkook would never do that to me. Besides-”

Gaeun didn’t even wait until you stopped talking to play a recording on her phone. The voices were familiar enough to recognize.

“So you’re telling me that Jungkook’s just fucking around with [Y/N] because he wants priority registration? You have to be fucking joking...”

You could tell from the sound of the person’s voice that it was Soobin. It sounded like she was putting on her clothes.

“Of course not. He’s doing it for priority registration and his rent getting paid for the rest of the year. I’m not joking when I say Tae goes big with his bets. He likes to flex his money on us like that.”

Your jaw drops at the sound of the man’s voice. It was Yoongi. You were sure of it.

“And you guys don’t feel bad? Like at all?”

“Why should we? Jungkook’s planning to break up with her next week anyway so she doesn’t catch feelings for too long. It’s not like they were gonna last past the three-month deal...”

Gaeun paused the recording when she sees you bite your lip so harshly that blood starts to surface. This didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel real.

“I hooked up with him last weekend,” Soobin admits, shame written all over her face. “He was spewing stuff about Jungkook spending all his time with you and not really hanging out with the boys like he used to.”

“You still hook up with Yoongi? After all he did to you?” you ask, not meaning to come off aggressive but undoubtedly did.

“Look,” Gauen starts, taking the heat off of Soobin. “She was just drunk and looking to have fun. I was with her that night and I was talking to Namjoon. He...”

Gaeun trailed off, but you were sick of it. Sick of being kept in the dark from something you should’ve known all along.

“What?”

“H-he told me that all the boys were getting tired of him playing around with you,” she says, twiddling with her fingers. “He’s supposed to break up with you today. Some of the guys think he’s just prolonging it to fuck with you and they’re getting really annoyed-”

You bite back the tears threatening to spill over any minute now.

“Hoseok and Seokjin told me to trust Jungkook. They said he wouldn’t hurt me-”

“Did they also tell you that their rent gets paid too if Jungkook pulled through with the bet?” Soobin replies angrily. “Because they live together, don’t they?”

You open your mouth but no sound comes out- just a small whimper. Your lips start to quiver and you bite your lip again to calm yourself down. When you had collected your thoughts, you glared up at the two girls.

“And you didn’t tell me this earlier?”

Soobin scoffed.

“You were fucking ignoring us too, how were we supposed to tell you?”

“Still it wouldn’t have killed you to-”

“Don’t take your anger out on us,” Gaeun warns, her finger pointing at you. “Jungkook is the one to blame. We told you from the start that he was bad news.”

You pursed your lips and Gaeun put her finger down, feeling guilty that she lashed out on you when obviously you were just processing the information.

“Hey, I’m sorry-”

“Why me?” you ask with teary eyes. “What did I even do to them to deserve this?” 

They glance over at each other for a long while before Soobin breaks the silence. You had the right to know, but at the same time, they knew it would break you.

“It’s a sick game that they play where they just choose someone randomly...” Soobin starts off gently handing off the next few words to Gaeun, “and you were just the first girl to walk into Professor Kwon’s lecture hall. He thought you’d be...”

“Easy,” Soobin finished.

Just as they predicted, you had burst out in tears.

—

Jungkook opens the door to your apartment, using the spare key you had given him a month earlier since he tended to visit often. It was more convenient that way. 

He was freshly out of his Taekwondo garb, still sweaty, but otherwise clean from taking a shower at the campus gym. He found it strange at how dark the room was, but he knew you were on the couch from the noticeable lump of a blanket on it.

All Jungkook wanted was to cuddle with you and fall asleep in your arms after such a harrowing day. Lord knows he needs your warmth right now.

He smiled as he made his way towards you, but stops in his tracks when you sit up from where you laid. He couldn’t quite see you in the darkness so he walked to the light switch to turn the lights on. His heart broke at the sight of you.

Tears stained your cheeks, your eyes red and puffy from all the crying. You looked a mess and his blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting you. 

“What happened?” he asked, rushing over to you and cupping your face in his hands. You push him away.

“You don’t have to act anymore,” you say softly. “I can handle it.”

He looks at you with furrowed brows.

“What are you talking about-”

“I get that you really need the money,” you say through bated breaths, “I get that financially, it would have really helped, but did you really have to hurt me to do that?”

Jungkook’s breathing stopped. Everything was happening too quickly, his world crashing down when you uttered those words. He knew what this meant, knew that now you would see past his lies. Jungkook couldn’t have you finding out this way. 

He kneeled in front of you, attempting to wipe away the tears from your eyes but you push him off.

“[Y/N] no-”

“It could’ve been anyone,” you whimper, trying to look up at the ceiling to prevent any more tears from falling down. “Anyone could’ve walked through that door and you would’ve been okay with it.”

“That’s not true-” he interjects but you stop him.

“A-and you flirted with me all the time ‘cause you knew that I wasn’t used to it,” you say, your voice quivering. “You took advantage of me.”

Jungkook shakes his head rapidly, eyes pleading for you to let him speak. It hurt seeing you refuse to even look at him, to have your eyes so filled with sadness because of what he did to you. He fucked up, he fucked up so bad.

“No, you have to listen-”

“They told me not to trust you,” you whimper somberly. “They told me and I didn’t believe them because I... I was delusional or something. I thought that someone like you could actually like someone like me-”

His heart broke. It wasn’t you that didn’t deserve him. It was him. All him.

“Please don’t say that-”

“Did you come here to seal the deal? To finally break up with me?” you ask sadly. “Are you happy you’ll get the classes you want next quarter, Jungkook?”

He clenches his teeth. Jungkook knows you’re mad, knows you have a right to be, but it feels like he’s being cornered by you. Why won’t you give him the chance to speak?

“[Y/N], no,” he says sternly, “You have to trust me when I say that it went past just a bet. I like you. Genuinely, I like you.”

There was no point in lying any longer. You deserved to know the truth, but he needed you to know all of it- not just the information your friends cherry-picked to fit their narrative. He tried to speak again, but you wouldn’t let him.

“How could you,” you whimper. “How could someone be so cruel?”

Jungkook’s heart breaks at the words. He should’ve seen this coming. How could he delude himself into thinking he’d be okay if you find out- that he’d be fine seeing you heartbroken? He was disgusted with himself.

“I’m sorry [Y/N],” he whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, your vision getting blurry from the tears. He clasps your hands in his, knowing that it used to soothe you whenever you felt worried over something, but you just wailed harder at his touch. He didn’t know what to do, he didn't even know where to start.

“Stop pretending like you care,” you cry. “Please. It hurts.”

“It was a bet,” he admits and he breaths through the words to prevent himself from getting too emotional, “but I promise that my feelings are genuine. You have to trust me.”

“Trust you?” you ask crudely.

You stare at him, slowing your breaths to ease the crying. There was a certain emptiness in your gaze and it scared him. It was awfully frightening having you looking at him with a certain animosity that was not there before. Like he was a stranger.

“I can’t do that anymore, Jungkook,” you say softly, “because I hate you.”

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A/N: Gasp A double update?! Say it isn’t so... I had so much fun writing this!!! Probably one of my favorite fics I’ve written in a while because I love this trope. How do y’all feel about Jungkook? Forgive or forget? Let me know!! Thank you @altus-gens​ for requesting this story, I hope you like it :)

Please leave any comment, critiques, or just random thoughts about my story! I’m planning my murder mystery series rn and I’m so excited (I might... do an album giveaway along with it...) I really love the direction I’m taking this blog in and I hope you guys are excited for the stories to come~~ 

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nine “pumpkin murderer”

wc: 918

warnings: small mention of killing

“Hello my lovelies, today we are going pumpkin picking and then decorating them afterwards.” You introduced to the camera, smiling widely. You were sitting in your parked car, Beomgyu in the passenger's seat. He wasn’t exactly sure what possessed him to continue making videos with you, maybe he was just desperate for lots of views. Beomgyu wasn’t even sure anymore.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he actually liked doing fall activities. It was easy and stress-free, he also couldn’t deny that your passion for the holidays made him feel a little less grouchy. Beomgyu was starting to realize that he didn’t hate you, but he certainly wasn’t rushing to be your friend. There was still a feeling of dislike towards you.

“I am here with Beomgyu who has joined me once again. Maybe this will be a recurring thing, who knows.” You added and Beomgyu smiled, one that didn’t feel as fake as usual. In the beginning he would’ve revolted at the idea of making more than one video with you. But he was starting to find joy in the little things and wouldn’t say ‘no’ if you asked to keep making more videos with him.

Yeonjun, Kai and Taehyun would probably tease Beomgyu, making it seem as if he had a crush on you. He definitely didn’t, he was just willing to try new things. And Beomgyu as (possibly) willing to give you a chance because you weren’t such a horrible person. Beomgyu still wished that you wouldn’t screech in his ear every five minutes though.

“Have you ever been pumpkin picking?” You asked Beomgyu once the two of you got to the farm. You held the camera up in front of you two, shivering slightly from the crisp temperature. It had definitely dropped over the weeks and you regretted not bringing a heavier jacket.

“Here, take mine.” Beomgyu spoke up, taking off his jacket before grabbing the camera from you. Hesitantly, you grabbed the item from his free hand, shocked that he had even offered. You put on the green bomber jacket and Beomgyu smirked at your flustered expression.

“How cute.” He teased, holding up the camera to film you putting it on. You pretended to glare at him, zipping the jacket up to your chin. It smelled like coconut and fresh laundry, and you tried your best not to let out a small scream at the fact that you were wearing something of Beomgyu’s.

“Alright, let’s go.” You announced, taking your camera back and walking towards the sea of pumpkins.

“To answer your question from before, the last time I went pumpkin picking was when I was, like, five— so I’m not sure what I’m doing.” Beomgyu spoke up, chuckling awkwardly. You smiled, stuffing your hands in the pockets of Beomgyu’s jacket.

“Just choose one that’s not crushed or ruined— like this one.” You explained, pointing to a perfectly round pumpkin. It was small, but it was absolutely perfect, like the ones you saw on sets of movies.

“It’s so cute.” You cooed while picking it up, becoming excited over the small pumpkin. Beomgyu smiled at your excitement, an actual real smile. He thought it was interesting how happy you became over the smallest things. He wished to appreciate life like that. Maybe everyone needed to be a little more like you.

“So, like this one?” Beomgyu asked, pointing to a white pumpkin.

“You have to check and make sure the back isn’t messed up.” You advised, watching as Beomgyu picked up the pumpkin. He let out a noise of disgust once he saw the back of it was gone, flies occupying the inside.

“Yeah, that’s why you check.” You chuckled as Beomgyu wiped his hands on his jeans.

“Gross!” He exclaimed dramatically, making you shush him because of the looks you both received. He playfully bumped your shoulder and you nearly dropped the pumpkin.

“Careful! This pumpkin is my baby now.” You pouted, holding the pumpkin tighter to your chest. Beomgyu rolled his eyes, taking your camera so you could properly hold the object.

“I am so very sorry.” Beomgyu uttered sarcastically. Walking off to find a new pumpkin.

Once you both gathered enough, Beomgyu paid (which you tried to fight him about it but he insisted) and you both drove back to your apartment.

When you got home, you began to set up in the kitchen, taking out paint and laying down towels on the counter. You set up yours and Beomgyu’s pumpkins on the table before starting the camera once more.

You began to paint your pumpkin, making it look like a cat. Beomgyu grabbed a knife (without your knowledge) and began to carve his instead, an almost psychotic smile on his face. You gasped dramatically, making the boy look up at you with wide eyes.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to kill it!” You joked, but kept your expression serious just to trick the male. Beomgyu put the knife down, looking like a toddler who had just gotten scolded.

“But it’s a jack-o-lantern.” He pouted, slowly turning the pumpkin towards you so you could see. It looked like an abstract mess and you gave him a judging look while dragging your pumpkin away.

“Stay away from her.” You demanded, patting the top of your pumpkin. You didn’t miss the way Beomgyu smiled, one that seemed very genuine. If you couldn’t make him laugh, at least you got him to smile. Even if it was a lame joke.

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