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dailynnt · 2 months ago

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 3/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: Hi Army 😍 You are just an incredible force 🥹💜 I got 1000+ likes for my previous story in 5 days. I couldn't even imagine that you would like it 🤭 I'm really the happiest person in the world because you are so wonderful 🥰 I wrote a new short story. It contains 3 parts...because I just wrote a LOT 🤭🫨 I got carried away while writing and decided that all the scenes are important and they should be ❤️‍🔥 So, this will be a series ❤️‍🔥 Let me know if you liked this story too, I sincerely hope so 🥺 For those who are waiting for "Captive to his attention" I will definitely continue it and I’m already have half of the 4th part ready, wait for it 🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Dedication: to my biggest love @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle for loving me for nothing. I love you girls twice as much 🥺🤭💜🫶🏻

⋆˙⟡ Tag list: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @kooko009, @smokinghotstargirl, @myjungkookthighs, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle, @bhonbhon, @ottergirl (If you want to be on the tag list, let me know)

⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 3. A sweet falling

The taxi pulled up in front of your house. Jungkook paid the driver, and you quickly got out of the car, trying to cope with the internal trembling.

He walked beside you, silently. Not a word.

You entered the spacious lobby, and he pressed the elevator button. Silence reigned in the cabin, only the faint whirring of the mechanisms filled the space. You felt him watching you closely and tried not to let on how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.

He stood close, his warm body radiating invisible tension. You didn't dare turn your head to meet his eyes, because you knew that if you did, everything would spin out of control.

The elevator doors opened. You took a step forward, involuntarily glancing at the door of your apartment.

You could have just gone inside.

You could have closed the door, left him behind, waited for the feeling of his touch to fade from your skin.

But instead, you turned your head... and headed for Jungkook's door. You took only a few steps, and your heart was already beating like crazy.

The door closed behind you quietly, almost silently.

But you knew he was there.

His footsteps were not loud, but you felt them with every fiber of your being.

He stopped right behind you.

"Why are you so tense?" His voice sounded very close, and you barely restrained yourself from flinching. But you didn't move away.

But Jungkook moved away and you literally did not expect it. You thought he would start undressing you right from the doorway, but it seems he had other plans.

He walked around you and went to the bar, which was located on the border of the kitchen and living room areas. Behind it, a little to the side, was a table with a tray of crystal glasses neatly placed on it.

Jungkook took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, then took one of the glasses and poured honey-colored liquid. He handed it back to you.

"A little more to take the edge off?" he asked, handing you the glass.

You shook your head, walked over slowly and took the glass. Your fingers barely touched his hand, and at that moment he took a step closer.

"I know you're nervous," his voice was soft, but there was a hint of excitement in it from waiting.

You took a sip of whiskey, feeling the drink spreading warmth inside you.

"No... I'm not nervous," you said, though you weren't sure. Jungkook took a sip, too, and then walked over to the chair and sat down, keeping his eyes on you. You remained standing by the table, which was not far from the bar.

"Don't you want to thank me for playing your boyfriend so well?"

You turned back to him, peeking out from under your eyelashes.

"Thank you," you said sarcastically. "You were so convincing that my boss won't come within a kilometer of me now."

Jungkook smiled.

"I guess so. Only a suicidal man would continue to court the girl of heir the ‘Jeon Group’." He said confidently, holding out the whiskey. You rolled your eyes slightly at his audacity.

"I think I'm in even more trouble now. And your ‘help’ is going to cost me too much."

"Kitty, you should realized that price for such a service, will be expensive, especially from me..." Jungkook said casually. Yes, you should have thought three times before asking him to be your fake boyfriend. But you didn't.

"I asked you not to call me that," you said, a little irritated, and took another sip of the whiskey, which really helps you relax. Jungkook hummed. He set the unfinished glass on the coffee table in front of him. His eyes glittered dangerously.

"Come here," he said, his voice full of authority, even though it sounded quiet and low. You didn't notice how you held your breath when you heard his request or order. But you answered him with a strong will.

"And if I don't come?" your voice was quiet but defiant.

Jungkook smiled.

"We both know you'll did it."

He spoke so confidently, so calmly, as if he had already made up his mind for you. You took a deeper breath, you knew that this inevitably between you. You should finally come to terms with the fact that you wanted this too. Your feet took a step forward. Then another.

You stopped right in the middle of his spread legs. Your heart was racing, but unexpectedly, you felt very confident.

Jungkook slowly raised his head, looking you up and down. His hand reached for your hips. His fingers slid easily under the hem of your dress, finding the edge of your thong.

He touched the edge as if he wanted to pull it down, but then he moved his hand further. Jungkook found your buttocks and squeezed them, pulling you closer.

His touch made you shiver, but you didn't pull back. On the contrary, you leaned forward a little, sliding your fingers over his shoulders. He felt it, and his smile grew even more predatory.

"See? I told you you'd fit," his voice was velvety, full of imperious playfulness.

Your breathing grew deeper as he pulled you sharply closer, forcing you to sit on his lap. His fingers, even more confident and bold, touched the bare skin on your thighs, making you hold your breath.

"You like playing these little games, don't you?" His lips lightly touched your neck, making your body arch involuntarily into him. You felt his bulge, which was still half hard.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. You waited for his next move. Your eyes fell on his lips, which were slightly open. Jungkook reached for the strap on your shoulder and lowered it with a gentle movement.

He kissed your forearm. His hot kiss made you impatient. He took off the second strap. Because the dress was silk, it instantly slipped down, gathering on your stomach. Even your excited nipples did not hold back the delicate fabric.

Jungkook watched with pleasure as the silk fabric of the dress slowly slid down, revealing your delicate skin. His eyes darkened, catching your every breath, every movement of your body.

You responded to his touch before you even realized what was happening.

"You are beautiful," he whispered. Jungkook leaned in closer, traced the line of your collarbone with the tip of his tongue, and then slowly moved down.

His lips found your nipple. He touched it with his tongue, circled it, and then gently pulled it into his mouth, squeezing it lightly with his teeth. A wave of pleasure coursed through your body, making you arch against him, seeking even more contact. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment.

One of his hands steadily supported your back, while the other slid down between your thighs, brazenly exploring the moisture already seeping through the thin fabric of your thong.

"Damn, you're already so wet," he breathed out with a smug smile, while pressing his fingers against the fabric, making you shudder with desire.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders, and you felt every movement of his body, every move that made your insides burn.

Jungkook wanted to feel you. His fingers easily slid further, breaking the last barrier between you, and teasingly touched your most sensitive spot. You inhaled sharply, clinging to his shoulders even harder, as if trying to keep control of yourself. But it was useless.

"Oh, kitten, you're shaking," his voice sounded husky, full of possession.

Jungkook was in no hurry. He wanted to feel how you surrendered to him completely, how your confidence dissolved under his hands, leaving only naked desire.

His lips were on your neck, leaving behind moist, barely perceptible kisses. But his fingers were not so patient. They moved insistently, exploring you so that a soft moan escaped your lips.

"You sounds so much better," he smiled, looking up, and you realized that he was enjoying watching you at this moment. His attention was drawn to your lips. How come he hasn't kissed you yet, those sweet lips should be his alone.

Jungkook tilted your head with his free hand and kissed you. Deeply, completely taking over your breath, your taste, your senses. His tongue penetrated your mouth, demanding a response, forcing you to submit to this dizzying rhythm. You could not resist - and did not want to.

His fingers continued to caress you, and you could already feel the orgasm building. You rocked slightly on his hips, asking him to bring you to orgasm. Jungkook pulled away from your lips and stared at your face for a moment, which was radiating with pleasure. And then he pulled his hand out of your underwear.

You opened your eyes and looked at him questioningly. Your breathing was rapid, as was his. But Jungkook just smiled. He effortlessly rose from the chair with you and carried you to the table. He standing you down on the floor near by table and your dress finally slipped off you, gathering around your black shoes. In one movement of his strong arms, you were without a thong.

You were standing completely naked in front of a fully clothed Jungkook. It made you feel defenseless in front of his gaze that was literally burning you.

"You're perfect." He said touching your stomach with his hand. It was like a sculptor looking at his statue. His hands were drawing weightless patterns. Your chest moved in a frantic rhythm. You were on the verge of expectation.

Jungkook was in no hurry. He wanted to memorize this moment, which he had seen thousands of times in his imagination. His touches were unbearably slow, each movement full of possession.

But you couldn't wait any longer. You wanted him to do more than just run his hands over your skin. You took a step forward.

He was pleasantly surprised when you put your hands on his belt and started to unbuckle it. He kept his hands on your hips and looked between your bodies.

You quickly undid the belt, and then you undid his button. But before you pulled down his pants and finally saw his aroused cock, which you wanted to be filled, you took off his shirt, deftly handling each button.

Jungkook was letting you lead the way, but you could see his muscles tensing, and he was barely holding back from taking control.

As soon as the last button was undone, he helped you take off his shirt, and now you could see him completely-his hot, perfect body covered with a light relief of muscles. His skin felt hot under your fingers as you ran your palms over it, studying him and he studied you.

The tattoos on his right arm caught your eye the most. You liked the all of them that covered his arm from shoulder to wrist. You ran your fingers lightly along his strong arm.

Jungkook had a lip piercing too and you suddenly thought he looked too rebellious for the heir to such an influential company as the ‘Jeon Group’. The thought flashed through your mind that he seemed to do whatever he wanted and had a strong-willed character that was not influenced by anything. Not the status of the company, not his parents, not the rules of behavior.

Jungkook caught your eye and smiled, the same confident smile that always made your heart beat faster.

"What?" He leaned in, his lips almost touching yours. "Do you like it?"

You nodded. You really liked it. You couldn't help but lightly touch your fingers to his lower lip, where his piercing was shining. Jungkook smiled slyly, letting you explore that detail, but a dark light appeared in his eyes.

"You're so cute when you look at me, like you're discovering something new," he whispered, his voice husky and full of desire.

"You don't look like a typical heir to a large corporation," you replied, your fingers already sliding along his tattoos.

Jungkook laughed hoarsely.

"Yeah. I don’t like it when someone dictates who I should be."

His fingers slid steadily up your thigh, and then he squeezed it lightly, as if to say that you belonged to him right now.

"But enough of that. We have more pressing matters to attend to." He said, stepping on you. You pressed your buttocks against the table, feeling the moisture between your thighs. Without warning, Jungkook sat you down on the table, spreading your legs. His eyes darkened. He came close, standing between your legs, and leaned down to your lips. You thought he was going to kiss you, but he didn't. He sat you down on the edge of the table, leaning closer.

"After this, I will be even more pleased to eat at this table." Jungkook said playfully. You raised your eyebrows but smiled.

"You're a pervert." you said. This made him laugh.

"You don't even know how much. I want to taste what you taste like, baby."

His words made you hold your breath. You looked into his eyes, and that look seemed to penetrate your very soul, making bent over to meet to him.

Jungkook lowered himself, his fingers sliding down your thighs, rekindling the fire that had long been burning inside you. His breath burned your skin, making your heart race.

"You're getting so impatient," he whispered, stroking the inside of your thigh playfully.

Your fingers dug hard into the edge of the table, and you could barely stop yourself from covering your face with your hands in shame and excitement. But Jungkook didn't give you the chance.

His lips touched your skin with a light, almost weightless kiss. Then another one. His tongue left a hot trail, and you shuddered, unable to hold back any longer.

"Jungkook..." your breathing was intermittent, and your voice was barely audible.

He raised his head, his eyes sparkling with pleasure.

"Say my name again," he asked, his hands holding you steady in place. He knelt down to stand comfortably in front of your pussy. When his tongue met your clit again, you arched your back against him. He drew long strokes along your folds. He likes how soft you are on his tongue. Your sensitive clit was swollen and excited. He captured it completely and sucked on it, savoring your sweet flavor.

You were going crazy with these feelings. A moan escaped your lips in the form of his name. Jungkook's tongue was skillfully and quickly building up your orgasm. However, when he put his fingers inside you, you were even more satisfied. He moved his fingers inside you to stretch you, and his tongue on your clit made you tremble in anticipation of the most desired sensation.

You didn't have to wait long. Not having had sex for quite some time, you quickly came all over Jungkook’s tongue. The sound of your satisfied moan made him become even harder. His cock twitched in his boxers as you moaned blissfully from your orgasm.

Jungkook finally pulled away from your pussy and smiled broadly with a hum. You felt the air cooling your hot body. He stood up, put both hands on the sides of your hips, and leaned in close to your lips. You frantically tried to calm your frantic breathing.

"As expected, you are sweeter than honey." He said. Jungkook kissed you, letting you taste your own cum. He tore away from your lips when you both needed air. His lips stretched into a smug smile. His eyes were dark, almost hungry.

"And now... it's your turn to make me moan, kitten," his voice was low and raspy, making you shudder at the tone alone.

He ran his fingers over your cheek, traced your lips with his thumb, hinting at what he wanted. His body was hot, his breath mingling with yours as he leaned in to your ear.

"I guess this is a good way of saying thanks to me for being your boyfriend."

Jungkook ran his fingers over your lips again, forcing them open slightly. His dark eyes seemed to pierce you, studying your every reaction.

The smile on his lips was barely noticeable, but it expressed absolute self-confidence and power over the situation. His thumb went into your welcoming wet mouth, pressing lightly on your tongue. You sucked on it lightly, not knowing what effect it had on Jungkook. His cock twitched, in anticipation of your mouth around it.

He pulled back, stepping back half a step, and took your hand in his. Jungkook slowly slid it down his torso, letting you feel the hardness of his abs and then the hot tension below. His cock, still clenched in his tight boxers, gave away his condition better than any words could.

You felt an electric shock run through your body from this intimacy alone. He felt so big in your hand.

Jungkook watched you with the same passionate obsession, but now it seemed even more intense. He pulled you down to the floor. You took off his pants and boxers.

His thick and excited cock demanded attention. You were amazed by its size and knew that when he entered you, he would give you the best orgasm of your life. You took him in your hands and rolled him several times. The cum dripped from the purple tip and you wanted to taste its saltiness.

You knelt down in front of him. His fingers slid into your hair, lightly but with a certain authority.

"Good girl," he whispered, running his tongue along your lower lip as if already savoring the next moment, "let's see if you're really that good at thanking."

His breathing became heavier, and his fingers tightened their grip on your hair as you took the length of it into your mouth.

The hardness of his cock felt good on your tongue. You didn't take it all the way in, only half of it. You had to open your mouth wide to get him in only halfway. You moved your head while sucking his cock.

Jungkook was moaning above your head, enjoying every movement you gave him. Your wet tongue was doing such a good job.

You tried to take his length deeper. Jungkook was helping you with his hand that was resting on your back of the head. All this time while you were sucking him and caressing his balls with your hands, he was enjoying himself with his eyes closed. But now he wanted to see what you looked like from this angle.

He opened his eyes and lowered his head down. Yes! You look so good with his cock in your mouth. You shook your head, trying to give him the orgasm he wanted.

"You thank me so well. Such a good girl." he said, his voice heavy with excitement. You moaned right onto his cock. His praise made you feel wet and dripping. "Come on, I want to paint your tongue with my cum." Jungkook said. You sped up your head movements, taking him deeper and deeper. Your jaw ached and tears gathered in your eyes.

Saliva mixed with his cum was leaking out of the corner of your mouth. You felt Jungkook harden with your tongue, and a minute later he came in your mouth. You swallowed his cum, but still some of it ran down your chin and neck.

Jungkook was breathing deeply and frequently. When he softened in your mouth, you let him go. You stood up from your aching knees. You knew that tomorrow there would be bruises there to remind you of sucking Jungkook's cock, but you quickly dismissed the whole thought.

You wiped your chin and mouth with your hand, and in an instant you were pressed against Jungkook's body. His hand squeezed your buttocks with some force.

"Fuck, baby, I've been to heaven. Without exaggeration, the best blowjob I've ever had."

You smiled proudly.

"Did I thank you well enough?" you asked, challenging. Jungkook hummed.

"Yes, you did. I can pretend to be your boyfriend every day for that kind of gratitude." He said, leaning in to kiss you. But you managed to pull away just in time.

"Dream on, Jeon. It's a one-time thing." You said teasing him. But Jungkook didn't appreciate your joke.

Jungkook frowned, his hand squeezing your buttocks even harder, making you shudder.

"A one-time thing?" he repeated your words, his voice low and strained, "I don't think so, kitten."

Jungkook pressed you even harder, making you feel his full strength. His gaze darkened, and a predatory smile spread across his face.

"One time, you say?" he licked his lips, as if savoring your words.

His fingers slid steadily down your back as his other hand clutched your neck, forcing you to look directly into his eyes.

"Jungkook..." you whispered, feeling the fire inside you flare up again.

"Don't you get it yet, baby?" his voice became even lower, and his breath burned your skin, "I'm not letting you go after this."

He leaned down to your ear, his lips lightly touching your ear.

"You are mine, do you understand?"

You were frozen. You couldn't believe your ears. He couldn't be serious. Everything between you is a pure arrangement. You're spending the night with Jungkook in exchange for the favor of being your boyfriend. But to say those words to you...

"I'm not yours," you protested. You and Jungkook? That's impossible...

Jungkook just smiled, as if your answer was expected, but it didn't embarrass him at all.

"You're not mine?" he repeated.

His fingers slid slowly over your skin, creating a nice contrast between his gentle touch and his firm grip on your buttocks.

His voice sounded so confident that you had an unpleasant feeling. As if he really knew something you didn't realize yet.

You gathered your strength, trying not to give in to the tension that hung between you.

"It's just a deal, Jungkook," you forced yourself to sound firm, even though you were still trembling inside after what he'd done to you, "We both got what we wanted, and that's it."

He huffed, he held you tighter and you felt how he became harden again.

"I haven't gotten mine yet," he said with authority, hinting that this night wasn't over. He grabbed you without warning, forcing you to wrap your legs around his bare buttocks. He moved toward his bedroom, keeping his eyes on you. You held on to his shoulders, forcing yourself not to look away.

"You think you can forget that?" he raised an eyebrow, looking you straight in the eye, "You think you can go to bed with someone else and not remember how your voice broke when you screamed my name?"

His words made your cheeks flush. You opened your mouth to reply, but Jungkook didn't give you a chance.

"You think I'm just going to let you walk away after this?" he tilted his head to the side, his smile dangerous.

He bit your chin lightly, making you close your eyes.

"I'm not the kind of person who lets go of what he wants. And now," he carried you to the bed and gently laid you on it. The cold sheets contrasted with your flushed skin. He climbed on top of you, sitting comfortably between your legs, "I want you."

His words sounded like a sentence. And the worst part was that you realized that you would not resist. You wanted to belong to him.

Jungkook looked down at you, his dark eyes piercing through you, making your body heat up even more under his gaze.

He had no intention of delaying this moment any longer. He wanted to get his cock inside you, and as soon as possible.

He became horny again. Jungkook took his length in his hand and put it against your entrance. You were breathing heavily in anticipation. He began to slowly plunge into you. You closed your eyes, grabbed his biceps, and squeezed them hard to hold back your cries of pain. He was big and stretched your walls so well.

Jungkook entered you completely and barely restraining himself from cumming from your tight walls, gave you time to get used to him.

"That's it," he leaned closer, his hot breath burning your neck, "Now you finally realize that you have nowhere to run."

His lips left a trail of hot kisses along your throat, starting to move slowly. You moaned softly at the pleasant friction of his cock against your walls.

"Let me hear it," he whispered, squeezing your hands in his and pinning them to the bed.

Jungkook could feel your body gradually getting used to him, and it was driving him crazy. He forced you to look into his eyes as he began to move deeper, slowly, savoring every second of this moment.

"God, baby... you're just made for me," his voice trembled with pent-up desire.

He kissed your lips greedily, as if he was trying to memorize this moment forever. His fingers intertwined with yours, holding your arms above your head. He didn't let go of you for a moment, making you feel him completely.

You dug your nails into his hands. You had never felt this good with anyone. Your previous relationships had been... different. A few of the guys you'd dated hadn't evoked half the emotions you were feeling with Jungkook right now. One was too proper, and the other was irritatingly caring. Relationships with them were somewhat boring to you. It was as if there was always something missing. Their touch was gentle, but it didn't make your heart explode. Their kisses were nice, but they didn't leave marks on you that burned for hours. Sex was... just sex-without the craziness that was now raging between you and Jungkook.

With Jungkook, it was the other way around. He didn't just take you, he owned you, made you feel like you belonged to him completely. His confidence, his wild passion, his desire to give and receive pushed you to your limits.

You are not someone who obeys easily, but you obeyed him almost without hesitation. You argued with him to keep what little pride you had left, but eventually you gave in. And you love it so much. You love that he dominates you and it definitely turns you on.

Jungkook pushed you against the bed, making you feel him completely. He moved confidently, making your body respond to his every thrust. You gasped for breath, clutching his shoulders, trying to stay in this whirlpool of pleasure.

"Look at me," he ordered in a husky voice, forcing your eyes to meet his burning gaze.

When he lifted your legs higher, changing the angle, you moaned loudly, feeling him fill you even deeper. His lips found yours, but the kiss was not gentle - it was demanding, taking all the air from your lungs. His hands slid confidently down your body, leaving hot marks on your skin.

Jungkook didn't give you a chance to recover, turning you over onto your stomach and plunging his cock into you again. His every movement was imbued with possession, he wasn't just making love to you, he was marking you, leaving marks on your body that would remind you of this night for a long time.

"Your tight pussy is driving me crazy," he almost moaned as he pressed his body against yours, "You perfect for me."

His pace changed from gentle to almost unbearable, and then he turned you back to face him again, taking your lips in a kiss that burned harder than anything you'd ever known.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could feel the orgasm coming. You moaned louder and louder to show how good it felt.

"Kook..." came out of your mouth, a sweet shortening of his name that had never sounded so sweet to Jungkook. He squeezed your hands and sped up his hips, intent on bringing you to orgasm.

"Let’s baby. Come around me." Jungkook asked, and the knot in the lower abdomen has come undone, causing the most blissful pleasure. Jungkook felt your walls squeezing his cock, cursed and barely managed to get out of you. His hot white liquid spread over your stomach. You felt his cock twitching, spewing cum.

Jungkook was breathing heavily, resting his hands on the bed on either side of you. His chest heaved in a rapid rhythm, and his eyes remained fixed on you - hot, satisfied, relaxed beneath him.

He ran his fingers over your stomach, mixing the warm fluid before leaning down and kissing you softly on the lips, this time slowly, savoring you as if he was trying to calm his own beating heart with this kiss.

"You are so beautiful when you are broken by me," he whispered hoarsely, his lips touching your burning face.

"You left me without strength." You complained. After everything that had happened, you felt like your body was completely exhausted, but Jungkook didn't let you just fall asleep. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom without asking permission.

"We need to freshen up," he said, opening the glass shower door.

The warm water touched your flushed skin, and you let out a contented sigh. Jungkook ran his hands gently over your body, lathering your skin, sometimes leaving short kisses on your shoulders and neck. There was something strange about this moment - a tenderness that contrasted so unexpectedly with what had been between you a few minutes ago.

When you stepped out of the shower, you quickly wrapped yourself in a towel and began to gather your things.

"I'm leaving," you said quietly, not looking at him.

"No, you're not," Jungkook replied confidently, leaning against the doorway.

"Jungkook..." you rolled your eyes, "I live in the apartment next door. There's no reason for me to stay."

He hummed as he came closer.

"Stay anyway."

"Why?"

"Because I want to," his voice was calm, but you knew it was useless to argue.

You sighed, but didn't argue any further. He gave you one of your T-shirts and you went to bed. Jungkook immediately hugged you, getting comfortable behind you, his warm breath touching your neck.

"Good night," he murmured, squeezing you in his arms.

But you couldn't sleep. Your mind was racing. What was it between you two? From the very beginning, it was a payment for Jungkook's service, but the sex you had makes everything difficult. And then he said you were his. Oh my God, what's going on?

After a while, you felt his breathing become steady. He had fallen asleep.

Careful not to wake him up, you got out of his arms, gathered your things, and quietly left the apartment without leaving a trace.

When Jungkook woke up and realized you were gone, his face grew grim.

"Damn..." he rubbed his face as he sat up on the bed.

How could you just leave after everything that happened between you?

He called you, but you didn't pick up. He texted you, but you didn't even read them.

He took a shower, ate breakfast, answered a few calls from the company, trying to distract himself, but something was itching inside him - dissatisfaction, irritation.

But then he heard a familiar sound: the combination lock on your apartment door.

Jungkook went out into the hallway and saw you.

You were dressed in all black: sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and a cap that covered part of your face.

"Y/N" you heard Jungkook call out to you. You froze, realizing he was there. He hummed and then walked confidently toward you.

You didn't turn around, but you could feel him getting closer. Jungkook leaned in, his lips almost touching your ear.

"Did you run away from me after having sex like that?" his voice was low and dangerously hoarse, "You think you could hide from me by living in the next apartment?"

His words made you hold your breath.

"I like to play catch up, baby."

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FICMAS - DAY 6 - SECRET SANTA

Title: Secret Santa

Synopsis: You have *no* clue what to get one of your two boyfriends for Christmas for secret santa

Warnings: This is m/m/f. That's really it?

AN: This WAS made with like... one mutual in mind, and I will continue to write JohnSimonReader because OML the concept is fun. Anyways eat. OH AND THIS WAS THE ONLY IMAGE OF THEM I COULD FIND?

"Out the 'at, c'mon," Simon shakes the cap--Kyle's hat he always wears on missions--with the little names on it. You pick a name, not opening it yet.

Once everyone has a name, John's voice is heard, "'Right, everyone. All you 'ave t'do is buy a gift, limit being £40 in price, for the person on your slip o'paper by Christmas Eve."

You nod, along with the other men, and John adjourns the meeting.

As soon as you're in your quarters, you're reading your slip of paper.

Simon. One of your two boyfriends in your cursed little love circle.

You huff, unsure of what to get him, so you phone John. "John?" You answer the phone as soon as he picks up.

"Yes, dovie?" He responds, a little confused, "Everythin's okay?"

"Yes, it's about Si. What.. what do I get him for Christmas?"

A bark of laughter escapes his lips, "So *tha's* who ya got? I'd reckon you dressin' up in some nice little lingerie would work just fine."

You huff out and roll those pretty little eyes, scoffing, "John! I need to get him an *actual* gift."

"Take pictures--wallet sized, yeah? He'd like that."

You scoff again and shake you head, before John adds, "I'd like tha' as well, yeah?"

He laughs and smirks and you can practically hear that smirk through the phone, "Goodbye, John."

"Oh- come on, lovie! Don't even act like tha's not true," He tries to respond, "I love you?"

You chuckle, getting up to pace, "Love you too, John. You and Simon should come to my dorm, we'll cuddle until Simon's asleep and you and I can talk Christmas some more."

He huffs out a laugh, "Cuddle," he says like it's impossible. You hang up the phone and sigh, sitting down on your bed.

What *could* you get Simon? I mean, he's so... avoidant of gifts. Maybe a good coat? Maybe an inside joke?

You rack your brain so hard it could explode as you wait for Simon and John to come back to your quarters for your nightly cuddle before it dawns on you.

*A kiss the cook apron.*

He loves those, always making jokes and no matter if you are or are not all deployed, John doesn't cook because Simon won't let you or him *anywhere* near the kitchen. He'd *love* it.

Cut to the exchange day, and everyone is laughing and excited. Why wouldn't they be?

You present to Simon is wrapped nicely in one of those shirt boxes they sell, it has a pretty bow and a nicely written name tag.

Your gift was from Johnny and was a new mug so you "stop stealing his," which made you laugh.

Kyle got from John a proper coat, because everyone knows that that man does NOT take care of himself.

Kyle got Johnny a pair of thick gloves for work so his hands don't get worse.

Then Simon opens his gift, while you're curled up on John's lap. You're biting you lip, looking nervous.

Then he sees the apron, unfolding it and letting out a laugh. He never laughs, so everyone looked *incredibly* surprised, but he showed it off.

And of course he knew it was you, so he tossed John his gift and opened his arms for you.

He got John an eye mask, so he'd stop complaining about how dark it is, and hopefully stop snoring as much.

You end up snuggled up to Simon's side, everyone chatting about. You steal a sip from John's got cocoa, and he comes over and wraps his arms around both of you in a bear hug.

Simon leans down and whispers into your ear, "I promise 'll use your gift, dovie."

You lean up with a grin, kissing his cheek, "Thanks, Si."

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youreyeson1y · 10 months ago

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still got so much to find out

pairing: bang chan x producer!reader(f)

title:i like it by stray kids (album: ate)

cw: swearing, mentions of drinking/getting drunk

synopsis: chan thought there was something between you both, but when he saw you put your arms around hyunjin's waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he began questioning the whole situation.

tags: fluff, mutual pining-ish, miscommunication-ish heh, stubid :( and petty chan, minor minho + chan bonding, loong exposition, hwang siblings = real siblings (!!)

link: ao3

note: there were some issues with the povs I faced while writing this, so for the first part, it'll be in 2nd person, while the last 3/4th of the story is in 3rd person. sorry for the confusion !

word count: 2.9k

enjoy !

“I think you need help, man.”

“What’chu talking about, I’m fine.” The man you were basically carrying on one shoulder tried to stand up, tripping over his feet and words.

“See?” He stumbled, standing up on one foot to prove his sobriety. “Are you proud of me now?” He flashed an endearing smile at you. Your face flushed at the sudden eye contact. You covered it with a groan as Chris fell right into your arms again.

Instead of the quiet evening you had planned, you had never imagined that you'd end up spending your Sunday night at a restaurant watching over eight guys drinking as if it's their last day and telling a very drunk Christopher that you were proud of him for standing up.

You turned around as you heard a click sound behind you, and saw a chuckling Felix clicking pictures of their leader.

“Aw man,” Jeongin looked over his shoulders. “That has such good blackmail potential.”

“Or a really cute birthday post.” Felix cackled.

“Hey, come on now guys, don’t—” Felix turns his screen towards you with a smirk. “—forget to send that picture to me. Anyway, instead of smiling like fools, come here and help me get him in the car.”

Changbin and Jisung walk towards you, followed by Minho and Seungmin, who were the most sober of the bunch, and helped carry Chan off of your shoulders.

“Hey, no, wait,” Chris whined as soon as Changbin pulled him off of you, his senses seeming to come back to him. “Let me drop you home, y/n.”

“Chan,” Your eyes went soft with a smile. “I would love to, but neither of us are sober enough to drive, and I—”

“She's coming with me, man, not with your drunk ass,” Hyunjin walked over, casually draping an arm over your shoulders. “Lets get going, y/n. We can't be late.”

As you gave Christopher’s hand a squeeze and walked over towards Hyunjin, it felt as if you had squeezed the life out of Chris.

Had he misunderstood you this whole time?

As Chris sat sandwiched between Jisung and Changbin in the backseat, he saw you and Hyunjin get into another car while you were giggling with an arm casually wrapped around his waist.

As you got into the car, he saw Hyunjin hand you a present.

Chris thought you and him had something going on; he didn't know what, but he sure felt something. And those feelings were stronger this evening, when each smile he brought out of you made his heart ache and his lips twitch up.

But was it only him who was feeling that way?

“You okay, Chris?” Minho called out from the driver's seat, looking over at him with concerned eyes. “I've never seen you drink so much.”

“Ah, yeah, don't worry about me,” He rubbed his face with a groan, the effect of the alcohol making him tired. He smiled as he felt Changbin and Jisung’s heads fall on his shoulders with a soft thud. “You know how hectic it has been with the new single. I guess I just wanted to let loose for a moment.”

“I get it,” Minho paused, debating on whether to continue or not. “I just… I hope you're not pushing yourself too much, Chan. We're here to help you if you need… and y/n’s here too. So just, reach out, okay?”

“Mhm,” Chris smiled. “I will. Thanks, Minho.”

Usually it would seem weird that they were having a heart to heart after a night-out when one of them was sober, but Chris understood where Minho was coming from.

It was unusual for Chris to drink, let alone get drunk, so he might think that something was on his mind for him to drink like that.

But little did Minho know, it wasn't something, but rather someone.

Chan wasn't even planning on drinking, knowing he had a producing session the next day, but when his stupid friends suggested a game of a shot for a secret, he couldn't help but comply, intoxicated not by the soju, but by the need to learn more, to know more about you.

But as he remembered seeing you wrap an arm around Hyunjin as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Christopher didn't know what to feel.

The only thing he was sure of now was that no matter how he felt, the feelings of his brother came first; he could never do something that would hurt Hyunjin, or put you in an awkward position.

Y/N, although a fairly new producer at JYPE, was already popular amongst other artists. She had almost received a celebrity status, when even the public knew a song produced by y/n was sure to top the charts.

But as a kpop fan since her younger days, for y/n, her job was more like a paid hobby, where she got to meet and collaborate with other artists.

So, when she was proposed to co-produce several songs for Stray Kids’ new album, she jumped at the opportunity; not only because of the group’s popularity, but also because she was a die-hard fan of the group.

She was obsessed with their music, their vision and the momentous impact they’d had on artists and fans around the globe— she felt honored that she would be able to leave her mark amongst their talent.

She was excited to work with them; even while casually greeting them in the halls of the building, she found their energy to be highly contagious. And that feeling remained when she became close friends with the members only after a few weeks of working with them.

While becoming friends with all the members, y/n couldn't help but want something more with a special member.

Maybe she did have a tiny crush on him even before they started working together; greeting him in the elevator or bumping into him while getting coffee used to be the highlight of her day.

But after spending more time together, it wasn't just his extremely handsome face, but he became incredibly attractive to her once she saw the way he treated those around him, his commanding but caring personality and his charming aura.

Being co-producers, she always had to spend time with him, and looking at him in his element, his passion is what made her look up to him as a fellow artist too.

Y/n was down bad, but how couldn't she be?

Because the person living rent free in her head was Christopher Bang of all people.

But what excited her, was the fact that maybe she wasn't the only one feeling that way—

From asking her to hang out with them during dance practice, to purposefully going on coffee-runs together, or going on late night drives on the guise of dropping her home when both of them knew they had drivers.

Y/n couldn't help but feel delusional and believe that Chan was doing these small gestures as a way to spend more time with her.

And maybe. Just maybe, her suspicions were proven right last night, when in a crowded restaurant, it felt like it was just the two of them.

As the group decided to go out to celebrate, everyone expected Chan to look after them, as always, and stay relatively sober for his session the next day. But contrary to popular belief, when y/n saw him gulp down shot after shot to know more about her, y/n couldn't help but feel special.

As the other members were immersed in their own conversation, Chris and y/n were in a different world.

They shared their hopes and dreams and desires, and the moment that y/n knew that this moment counted for something, that it was different, is when Chris told her, the most relaxed and genuine she had ever seen him, that “It's nice being just Chris, for once. Thank you for not being bored of Christopher y/n.”

She knew as a leader, and as a performer in general, how much responsibility Chris had to shoulder on a daily basis. And hearing him say that made y/n feel somewhat proud of herself, for letting him let go for once.

In the dead of night, when half the city was asleep, she whispered in the softest voice, almost unknowingly, as she helped him walk out of the restaurant.

“I think I'm in love with you, Chris.”

But as he stumbled over invisible rocks, y/n felt thankful for drunk Chris because spilling it out like that felt like a mistake.

But once hearing it out loud, she understood these feelings were here to stay, so she decided she would have a conversation with him once he sobered up.

But now, roughly an hour had passed of them sitting uncomfortably in the recording booth, and for the life of her, y/n couldn't figure out what the hell was going on with Christopher Bahng.

As she had entered the recording booth an hour ago, she’d felt herself smiling instinctively as she saw Chris sitting on the couch, nervously clutching the hangover medicine in her hands.

“Hey,” Y/n stood in front of him with an uncharacteristically nervous smile. “How are you? Yesterday was wild, right? I brought hangover medicine for you… I wanted to make sure—”

“Oh, I'm okay.” Chan replied nonchalantly, not looking up from his phone. “Just so you know Changbin and Jisung will be late, so you can probably save it for them, I guess.”

This was different.

Chris, no matter how busy or preoccupied he was, always made an effort for the other person, may it be the other members or a polite barista.

The thought hitting her like a pile of rocks, y/n realized what if he had actually heard her confession last night and this was his way of rejecting her?

But no matter what, they still had to work on the songs together, and y/n thought maybe this was for the best, so that they could still continue working together as if nothing had happened, because no matter what, y/n did not want her own feelings to meddle with Stray Kids’ performance.

But as an hour had passed with them making little to no progress on the new song, y/n was fed up.

They usually had such good chemistry, and it felt like their production and arrangement styles merged perfectly, but honestly, she felt like Chris was being a major asshole now.

Chan was working as if she wasn't even in the room, or when she made a suggestion, he added it without as much as a thought, making her feel as if he was just humouring her.

Okay, maybe it was hard to work with someone you know has a crush on you, but did he have to act as if he couldn't even stand when your hands brushed together?

Y/n was hurt, but as a workaholic, she was also frustrated by his closed-off behavior. She was surprised too, because she knew how much Chan valued his work, so it made no sense for him to be acting this way.

“Okay, man.” Y/n finally snapped, when they'd been replaying the same three second audio clip from the last fifteen minutes. “What's your problem?”

“What's my problem?” Chan had the audacity to act surprised. Y/n hated how she still found his accent attractive in this situation. “I don't know, maybe you'd like to answer that when you've been the one silently just sitting here s—”

“What else do you expect me to do when you don't even want to acknowledge my presence in the room?”

“What do—”

“Okay you know what,” Y/n had to address the elephant in the room, or else they'd be going back and forth the whole day. “I know I fucked up, okay? And I guess you must hate working with me now, but can we just forget about it and act like nothing happened? I swear I won't do anything weird.”

“Wait a minute, back up;” Chan’s face flushed. “Can you tell me exactly what you're talking about? Did… did something happen last night?”

“What the hell, man” Y/n wished the ground would swallow her at this point. “You want me to say it aloud? Is this your way of making me more embarrassed than I already am?”

“No, I—”

“I confessed, okay? I said it.” She blurted. “And now you're uncomfortable, I understand, but please try to—”

“You confessed… to me?”

“Are you dumb? Of course, Christopher, who else?”

“Wait but,” He didn't know what to feel, happy or distressed. “What about Hyunjin?”

“Hyunjin? What about him? I—” Y/n was confused, but then her eyes opened wide in realization as she covered her mouth in shock.

“Oh my God, are you with Hyunjin?! Shut up, I'm so sorry! He did tell me he was with someone but I never thought… Oh my God, Chris, I never meant to—”

“What the actual fuck? No?!” Christopher stopped her, unable to hear her talk about this for another moment. “I'm not with Hyunjin, okay? We're literally like brothers. And why aren't you mad… aren't you dating Hyunjin?”

“Me… and Hyunjin? Ew, no!” Y/n looked like she was about to throw up. “He literally is my brother. Well, my cousin, but still. What the hell, what made you think we were together?”

“Hold up, you guys are cousins?”

“Well, yeah. I mean we didn't want to be public about it because people may think I got the job only because of him. Honestly I thought he told you guys, but it may have slipped his mind.

"And I didn't think it was my place to tell you guys, so I guess its kind of like a secret?” She scratched her head. “But what made you think we were together?”

“Well,” It was Bang Chan’s turn to be embarrassed now. “Last night I saw him give you a present and you both went together to—”

“Don't even finish that sentence.” She made a mental note to have a talk with Hyunjin and the members and finally tell them about their relationship, otherwise she was going to loose her mind. “It's Ye-ji’s birthday today, remember? Since the three of us are close, Hyunjin and I had planned a little something for her to wish her at midnight. So the present you saw was for Ye-ji, not me.”

“Oh.” The silence that followed was the most awkward moment of Chris’ life.

After what felt like eternity, it felt like the ice had finally been broken has they broke out into unfiltered laughter once they met each other's eyes.

“Wait,” Y/n smirked. “Does that mean you were jealous, Chris?”

“Whatever,” Chris gave her an endearing smile, the same one from last night. “I was okay? I was jealous, and I'd never felt anything like that before. I just didn't want to put either of you in a difficult position, which now I realize was a pretty stupid move from my side because I guess I could've simply just asked either one of you.” Both of them chuckled.

Chris gently took y/n’s hands in his as he continued.

“So, I tried to distance myself from you. But I realized, I just couldn't. We're a great team, and I think it's because we truly understand and know each other, which is a surprise, because I've never felt like this about anything or anyone in a long time.

“And not only that, you're one of the most talented and amazing people I've had the honour of knowing. Unfortunately, I do not remember what you said last night, so, I'm going to shoot my shot and hope i don't make a fool of myself.

"I think I'm in love with you, Y/n. It may be a risk, but you're a risk I'm willing to take. So I want to ask you, y/n, would you please—”

Before he could finish, Y/n, misty-eyed and overjoyed, reached forward to kiss him, and she felt relieved when she felt him smile against her.

“I guess that's a yes?” Breathlessly, Chris smiled.

“Yes, yes, yes… A thousand times yes, Christopher Bang!” Y/n laughed. “I think I'm in love with you, too. You—”

The two of them jumped in their seats as they heard something fall. As they turned their heads, they saw Changbin and Jisung standing near the door, looking at everything but them.

“Oh, hey, guys, didn't notice you there!” Jisung said in an extremely high-pitched voice. “How are you?”

Changbin, the voice of reason for once, smiled knowing. “We were going to say that we're sorry we're late, but I guess you did not really feel our absence.”

Chris knew that smirk— it was that of him winning a bet. “We can complete this song another day if you want.” Changbin said, smacking Jisung on the head for acting so dumb.

“It's okay guys,” Y/n wanted to die. She knew she was never going to live this down. “We were just waiting for you—”

“No, you know what, thanks, Binnie.” Chris held y/n’s hand with a smirk as they stood up and walked towards the door. Chris knew they were not going to live this down anyway, so he might as well take this opportunity. “We'll let you know when we'll be free. Don't call us!”

As Chris and y/n walked out of the room in a fit of laughter, they heard Changbin laugh just as loud.

“Sweet!” Changbin cackled. “I’m gonna be 50 dollars richer!”

a/n: honestly i never really thought how hard it would be writing an xreader fic, because at one point i literally started using you as a name instead of a pronoun lol. literally was so much harder and i had actually written a snippet weeks ago before i abandoned it due to writer's block but then ate dropped (go stream y'all !!) and the new era has been living rent free in my head, so that gave me the motivation to finally get back to that and make it what it is today lol.

my first xreader and honestly channie was the best person as my muse ♡ i can only say i may write more hehe

i hope you enjoyed and please lmk what you thought and leave comments in my ask box, on ao3 or the tags !! requests are also welcome ♡

untill next time 💌

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year ago

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no more waiting

for @steddielovemonth day four prompt ‘love is being willing to wait for them’

a fix-it for these: steve pov | eddie pov

rated m | 1,094 words | cw: post breakup, implied sexual content | tags: getting back together, angst with a happy ending, mutual pining

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Steve should’ve called him Tuesday when the news broke.

And then he should’ve called him Wednesday when he ran into Wayne at the store and he said Eddie was coming home for a bit.

By the time Thursday afternoon came around, he didn’t need to call him. He was standing at Steve’s front door.

“Eddie.”

“Steve.”

It was stilted, more awkward than they’d ever been, even when they “broke up.”

“You just get into town?” Steve asked as if he didn’t know.

“Yeah,” Eddie answered as if he didn’t already find out that Wayne had told Steve his exact travel plans.

“You wanna come in?” Steve asked like he’d die if Eddie said no.

“Yeah, please.” Eddie replied, just short of begging.

Eddie knew where to go, knew how to act like this was his home just like he had for nearly a year before leaving. Before Steve insisted he leave.

He settled on the couch, leaving room for Steve to sit close, but not touching.

Touching would be too much, too painful.

“You saw?” He finally asked, picking at the hole in his jeans.

“Yeah.” Steve reached over to pull Eddie’s fingers away from the string hanging off his pants. He didn’t let go as he spoke. “I’m proud of you.”

Eddie’s eyes bounced between his own, searching for the hint of a lie, jealousy, anything that might give him an excuse to stay away. But as he expected, as he hoped, none of that was in Steve’s eyes.

“It doesn’t mean shit to me,” Eddie admitted.

Steve’s brows furrowed in confusion, his body tensing at the unexpected hostility in Eddie’s tone.

“None of it means a fucking thing to me without you.”

“Eds-“

“I know what we said, I know. But I can’t do it anymore. The first person I wanted to call was you. The first thing I wanted to do was fuck you into the mattress of my bunk on the bus. There’s no world where I can be a rock star without you standing there with me.” Eddie looked down at their joined hands. “I don’t care what it means for me. I don’t care what it means for the band. I don’t care if I have to give it all up tomorrow. I just want you.”

"I won't let you give it up, not now. You finally made it, Eds," Steve pulled one hand away to wipe at his eyes, equal parts happy to hear that Eddie still wanted him and sad that he couldn't have him. "I can't let you live to regret me. I couldn't wake up one day knowing that you blame me for keeping you back."

"Then come with me! Don't keep me back!" Eddie was crying as much as Steve, eyes red like he'd already been crying before he got to Steve's house. "You're keeping yourself back. What are you gonna do when the kids go? They don't wanna stay here, so they'll spread out and you'll still be here. You'll have wasted years being here for them. What about being there for you? What about letting them be there for each other and calling them up once in a while like I do? Like Robin and Nancy do? You don't owe anyone here anything, especially not if it costs you your happiness."

Steve had heard it all before from everyone, even Dustin, even Hopper, but it never really sunk in. It wasn't really now, either, but he was at least trying to think through it.

It made sense, but it always had made sense. It's just that what made the most sense was being here for the people who needed him.

"Do you really think those kids would be upset if you tried to be happy? Do you think they would rather you stay here and be miserable?"

"No." That answer was easy. The kids would never want him to be miserable. Nobody in their group would.

"Then be happy, Stevie. Be happy with me. I'd do anything to keep you happy," Eddie begged, lifting his hands to kiss his knuckles. "I want you to do this with me. I wanna sing to you every night, sweetheart."

"What if you get tired of singing to me every night?"

Eddie shook his head, smiling fondly at the man in front of him. "I can't imagine a life where I'd ever get tired of seeing the way your cheeks turn pink and you get that goofy smile on your face when I look at you from the stage. But if it did, then you can come right back here or go to Robin or anyone, because everyone loves you and wants the best for you."

Steve knew that, always had known that deep down.

"So the guys are just cool with me tagging along?"

"The guys will be thrilled to not have me pouting 22 hours of the day. They'll welcome you with open arms."

Now was when they could seal it with a kiss, maybe even let themselves get carried away, strip off their clothes, hurry through months of yearning in a few minutes. They could take it to the bedroom, or the shower, or the floor if they wanted to risk a sore back. They could leave marks that would take days to fade, and laugh about the way Eddie always, always makes the same whimpering noise when he gets inside Steve. They could, but they don't.

Steve leans his head against Eddie's shoulder and Eddie cups the back of his head, lets his fingers twist in his hair. They both let out a sob, recognition of how much they missed each other, how stupid they were for thinking being apart was better for either of them, finally sinking in.

"I'm sorry." Steve breathed against Eddie's neck, shaky and unsure.

"I'm sorry, too."

They stayed curled up on the couch together for hours, until Dustin showed up yelling about Steve not answering his phone. They hadn't even heard it ring, so wrapped up in their own bubble.

Eddie shooed him away, told him they'd be by to see him later, and surprisingly, Dustin left.

Only then did they manage to get up and go to Steve's bedroom, undressing as they went, lips never far from skin, as they got reacquainted with the taste and feel of each other.

Later ended up being the next morning, but luckily, Dustin didn't say a damn word when they both showed up at his door holding hands and beaming more at each other than at him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddielovemonth #drabble #post breakup #getting back together #angst with a happy ending #mutual pining

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starillusion13 · 1 year ago

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FOREIGN SWAGGERS

Pairing: Johnny x Jaehyun x Mark x f!reader (ft.Taeyong)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Enemies to friends to lovers(?) BROTHER’s BEST FRIENDS Au

W/c: 8k

Warnings: mention of drinking, use of sex toys, birth control pills, sex w/o a wrap(don't do it sillies), they all are just horny for each other, four-some, dom!Johnny, dom!Jaehyun, dom!Mark, sub!fem, finger sucking, cum eating, nipple play, hickeys, manhandling, fingering, kissing, crying, afraid of left alone, overstimulation, masturbation, aftercare, comfort, lots of love (let me know what to add more)

Request from: @tazziexbunn (sorry I made you wait for it so long)

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

Special mention of @acescavern thanks for helping when I was stuck due to writer's block. A true friend indeed.

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT UNDER THE POST!

Family holidays are meant to be having great bonding times and sharing some good moments with your loved ones. The feelings between the individuals deepens and these become the treasured memories in future. But what exactly are the feelings here? The feelings can be between friends, the couples, children and elders, siblings, colleagues, and so on. Sometimes, you meet some new faces and bond with them if the minds click with each other. But also sometimes, some known faces who seemed to be distant as you tried to ignore them appears.

It's okay until you have some distraction. But what if they are the distraction?

And something like that happened when you were planning holidays with your family. It was a summer break and usually you all plan for a trip to some places where you all are having in mind altogether but this time, your brother’s three friends tagged along.

They are your brother’s childhood friends and you almost have seen them often like the times they stayed back at your house for sleepovers, gaming nights, school projects and assignments. You never tried to be friends with them because it was pretty much obvious that they always tried to ignore you. They hate you.

There is nothing to complain about them hating on you as the feelings is mutual. You haven’t ever appreciated their presence around you. What’s with them always popping out of nowhere in your house. They are your brother’s friends but it’s not like you are even their enemy. They are typically non-existent to you. As if you can’t see them but deep down you are cursing regularly whenever you bump into one of them. They are all so attractive that sometimes you steal glances of them. Of course, oblivion to them.

Well, you all grew up hating each other. Obviously.

The family holidays are always the exciting ones to you and the first one to initiate the plannings for the trip has always been you.

And that time, it was the same with you running down the stairs with your laptop in hand and your brother scolding behind you to be careful because if the laptop breaks, he has to buy you again but it doesn’t matter if you fall down.

What a caring brother!

“Mom…Dad…we are going to this place and that’s final. I have asked you so many times. Please.” You were literally whining while placing your laptop on the center table and crouching down beside it.

Your brother’s laugh echoed the place and you groaned before glaring at him.

“They won’t be agreeing with you. I bet.” He leaned back into the sofa across from you and put his hands behind his head. He poked out his tongue at you like a child.

You swear he has not yet grown up after five.

“It’s more like you don’t agree. You should support me but instead you just have to be the mamas boy in front of mom. You are a loser. Well always looks like one.” You spat at him.

“Yah! Shut up. Have you seen the ladies in my workplace drooling over me. My handsome face and everything I do just makes them delusional. Loser is you, not me.” You wanted to punch off that smug off from his face.

“Yeah sure…that’s why your girlfriend dumped you last week”

“Shut up!”

Both of your glares got smacked away by your mother.

“Why don’t you guys try to behave like your age?” your mother shook her head in disappointment.

“Taeyong has started it. I was just excited for the trip but he has to ruin my mood.” You sulked.

“No mom. I just said the truth and she got mad at me. This angry bird is annoying.”

“What did you just tell me?”

Your mother again smacked both of you and then you were totally shut. She was not scolding you enough and that only meant she was in a good mood and was about to deliver some good news.

you waited to hear whatever she was going to say.

She started off with an old story of school days and you were invested into it. Your laptop was long forgotten and your whole attention was on your mom.

It went with jumping off from one topic to another and finally the most awaited speech of the day from her was delivered. She was very happy in the end of the explanation and you were still contemplating the situation and your brother was already on his feet excitedly.

“No way. You are leaving me and Taeyong to go for vacations alone.” You were in disbelief.

He scoffed, “You are telling it the way as if you dont want to go and I’m going to sell you off.”

“Who knows maybe you can?” You stared back at him.

“That’s true though. Atleast you will be of some use by then.”

Your mother smacked his arm, “Oh you two shut it now and listen to me. As me and your dad are going back to our home-town so you are free to go anywhere as you are grown up adults. But the behaviours don’t really prove it but still you don’t get such opportunities often.”

Taeyong was quick to ask, “Can I go to this vacation with my friends?”

Your mother nodded.

You gulped and hesitantly asked, “That means I can go to L.A.?”

“of course. But on one note, no one should go alone. Wherever you are going, you should go together or you are not allowed. He is going with his friends so Y/n, go with them.” Your mother smiled.

You sighed, “no thanks. I would rather stay at home than going with his friends.”

“Y/n dear…I cant leave you all alone and he can take care of you.”

You stood up and ran to your room. You were annoyed. But with whom? With yourself. It’s not like you didn’t like to go with your brother. You both love each other a lot but his friends are the only problems.

You heard someone knocking at your door but you didn’t reply and then when you heard the creak of the door.

Taeyong placed the laptop on your desk and sat beside you. You looked away and scooted away from him.

“I will not go with my friends. Let’s go together.” He sounded sad.

You shook your head and looked back at him, “no it’s okay. I don’t want to ruin your plans.”

“hey its not like that…if you are uncomfortable with them then we can go alone. Really.” He assured you and you smiled back.

“I’m not uncomfortable or such. I am never been close with them. It’s because I feel like they hate me and they don’t like me around. It will just make me look like an outcast among us.” You pout.

He laughed and ruffled your hairs, earning a groan and hit to his arm.

“they never hate you. More like they always told me I’m lucky that I have a pretty and sweet sister like you. They never talked to you or approached as a friend because of your over protective brother. I didn’t trust those horny teenagers around you.”

You both laughed and somewhere you felt as if you just had contemplated their behaviours in a wrong way. So like them bumping into you was not to annoy you but they wanted to talk to you but your brother was being a barrier back then. is that right? Well, you also never really tried to become friends with them. So there was a lack in efforts from both the sides. What about now?

“Are we and your friends going to L.A.?” you asked.

He nodded and added, “if only you are comfortable.”

“It’s okay as far as they will appreciate me to consider a friend.”

“They will.”

It’s been thirty minutes that you were waiting for your frien—oh wait your brother’s friends.

The loud shout from your brother signalled you that his friends had arrived and so you looked up from your phone and craned your neck to watch where your brother ran to.

His excitement is always on another level when it comes to his friends. He really has some true friends unlike you.

They hugged with each other and then walked to where you were waiting. As soon as they were in front of you, you stood up and greeted them with a little smile on your face. They were hesitant at first but Johnny took the lead to extend his hand to shake hands with you. Wow, it’s the first time in the lifetime, you are standing so near to him and them.

“Hey Y/n…you grew up into a beautiful lady…I haven’t seen you in years after you all moved from the hometown.” Johnny stated with a genuine smile on his face.

Him initiating the conversation was a relief or you would have stuttered or never been able to form any words.

“yeah...it’s really been years. You look…good, Johnny.”

He smiled and nodded to your words.

Good? No, Fucking handsome. You wanted to scream it at his face because you have never seen him in such close up view and honestly your brother’s friends are freaking whole meal. You need to calm down and shut up because you don’t want to make it obvious to them and your brother. You sent him a smile.

Your brother and Johnny left for the check-ins, leaving you with Jaehyun and Mark. You gulped and looked around as you were in a very awkward situation. But you didn’t notice yet, Jaehyun’s gaze was boring holes into you and mark was looking between you and his friend.

“You look pretty...I mean really pretty…wow do I sound desperate? But it’s true.” Mark licked his lips and held your gaze when you looked at him.

A smile cracked on your face and you thanked him.

"you look cool as well."

He was eager to talk to you more and now you knew how friendly he was and it would be comfortable to be around him. When you looked at the other person in your group. He was already staring back at you. He was serious, with no emotions visible on his face and he sucked his cheeks inside.

You gulped in nervousness because the feelings of uneasiness rising up was making you suffocate even when the waiting area was so spacious and huge. You didn't know what was the reason for the uneasiness: him or the flight.

Your brother called you three from afar and you were the first one to almost run to your brother. The eyes of the other two behind you were following you. Mark laughed a bit and the corner of Jaehyun’s lip curled up.

Mark, Jaehyun and you got your seats together and on the other side Johnny, Taeyong and a random boy were having their seats. You told Taeyong to ask Johnny to switch seats with you but he told you that it would be better if you spend time with them and then you could be friends before reaching there.

You pouted and sulked in your seat. You sat in the middle one because mark had already claimed to not sit on the window seat and he hates middle one. Also, you were not a fan of window seats so you chose middle and it would be better because you will have mark’s company. Jaehyun was last to enter and he sat on his seat and closed his eyes.

Was he tired or ignoring you?

You didn’t mind his presence but getting interested in hearing Mark’s passion on rap and dancing. His eyes were shining when he was sharing about his likings and hobbies.

But as soon as you felt the wheels moving on the runway, the feeling of uneasiness returned from earlier. You turned to your front and closed your eyes tightly. Your one hand gripping Mark’s sleeves of his full sleeve t-shirt. And the other hand clutching the armrest. Nails digging deeper. You were feeling nauseous and then something unexpected happened.

“Take deep breaths. You will be fine.” You heard whisper from the side of window seat. A hand entangled with yours and clutching it in a soothing way. Thumbs rubbing your skin to calm down. Another hand patted your other hand which was clutching the sleeves.

Slowly, you parted your eyelids to see Jaehyun leaning towards you in worry and his hands were entangled with yours and Mark was patting your other hand with same worry visible on your face.

And what about your brother? He was busy joking with Johnny. But you didn’t know, he was having the same worry and was in panic, Mark assured him that he would handle it.

he will take care of you.

You breathed through your mouth and gulped. Mark patted your head before he went back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

You looked over to Jaehyun and again he was emotionless. “Thank you.”

As you tried to pull away your hand, he held it tighter. Your gaze fell on his veiny hands, veins visible in those smooth buttery skin. His skin was better than yours. Your eyes were trailing upward slowly and slowly and stopped on his lips, they were so pinkish and kissable. WTF! No no not kissable. You met his eyes.

“You can sleep if you feel sick. I won’t mind but don’t even dare to puke on me.”

“I don’t puke…” you pout.

He scoffed and looked away towards the window and it was night but still he had a sunglass over his head. It was adding to his attractiveness.

He patted his shoulder and you frowned.

“What?”

“Sleep…you are annoying.”

You scoffed. Perfect best-friend of your brother. If he was already mad without doing anything then you would rather sleep and be an annoying burden on his shoulder.

Earlier Mark squeezed your cheeks hard and woke you up from peaceful sleep and so you were mad because Taeyong does the same to annoy you when he wakes you up.

Why all his friends are similar to him?

You were still in sleepy mood and were walking towards the hotel room in a daze.

You got a separate room from them. You were so happy that this time you don’t have to share a room with your brother again. Taeyong and Jaehyun were roommates and Johnny and Mark were in the room across from yours beside the other pair.

It was already afternoon when you reached the hotel so you didn’t have much plan for the day so you guys went off to some individual activities in exploring the place. Taeyong offered you to come along with him and Mark but you assured him that you won’t be wandering too far from the hotel.

As far as the first day, the trip was fine. You really had a great evening with making new friends at record shops. They had same music taste similar like yours. You exchanged your IG ids with those three girls and you were happy since that.

The next day it was totally a siblings day with you two exploring the famous places in L.A. You knew that was the only option to spend a day only with him or other days, he wont be leaving his friends behind. You really did argue, fight, clicking pictures and especially eat a lot. It ended with all five of you having your dinner at a fancy restaurant.

Everything was going well until the fourth day of the trip.

You all went to the beach in front of your hotel and you wore a beach dress. Of course, you would have worn a bikini but somehow Taeyong sternly told you to not wear all those in front of his friends or you were not going. You were mad but still you agreed and trailed behind them. Johnny was talking with you a lot since last night. He was often asking you if you were comfortable or feeling left out but you were quick to wave it off as nothing.

Thinking of last night, you remember how you both spent the night in the terrace of your floor in the hotel.

“Cant sleep?”

You got startled and looked behind to see Johnny in a white t-shirt and sweat pants walking towards you. You shook your head.

“It’s not like that. I am just not that tired.”

He chuckled, “it was such a long day and still you are not tired?”

“Yeah. I usually don’t sleep whenever I go for a vacation and I love to spend time with the new environment.”

He nodded and watched the waves hitting the shore and loud roars of the waters could be heard. It was a refreshing feeling after a long day. His fingers moved up to your face to tug your hairs behind the ears. You both smiled at each other.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

It was an unexpected question but was quick to make you flustered.

“N-no. I don’t.”

“Good.”

“Huh?”

“It’s good that bad boys didn’t got their ways with you…”

“Y/n…Wont you go down into water with us?”

Mark’s voice barely audible due to the loud music. Still, you managed to answer and you shook your head telling him how you didn’t want to soak your pretty sundress. But that was not his intention. As you were looking around. He scooped you from behind and ran with you towards the others.

“Mark…please don’t…I said no..”

“Come on, don’t be a joy-kill.”

With that he threw you into the water but still holding your upper half so that you don’t get hurt for the jump being so sudden.

As soon as you stood up and removed the hairs from your face, you glared at mark jokingly and he laughed it off. His white shirt and shorts were already soaked. Taeyong and Johnny were shirtless with surfboard in their hands, showing off their tattoos. On other side Jaehyun was also shirtless and was recording in his hand-cam.

His cam fixed in your direction and he zoomed in. You stared back at the lens. He smiled at the portrait of yours visible on the screen. His thumb caressed your face. You smiled behind the camera and ‘click’.

Someone splashed water from your side and Johnny was laughing for what he did.

Jaehyun joined in too.

Johnny stifled his laugh and spoke up, “Girls vs Boys.”

“I am the only girl here. This is not fair.” You whined.

Taeyong volunteered to take your side and Johnny teased him, “Oh Y/n look, that man is your girl.”

Taeyong threw some water and tangled his arm around his neck and Jaehyun splashed water at you with Mark taking the both sides for maintaining equal members and that’s how it went on with you all laughing and enjoying with each other in your own world.

Maybe they are not bad as you thought.

Taeyong’s intolerance of alcohol was known by everyone except him. He always insisted that he can handle a lot amount but would definitely pass out after half of the bottle. It was pretty strong. The four friends were having night pool party in the rooftop and it was pretty late and Taeyong suddenly banged his head on the table.

Oh he is wasted. The strong boy is sleeping now.

Jaehyun called you three times to check on you and let you know that they were going down and as earlier Taeyong stated that you asked him to bring a cocktail from the party. So, instead of your brother, he took the responsibility.

Three missed calls and you didn’t pick up. They were sure that before going to sleep. You would let Taeyong know about it but now they were panicked.

Johnny rushed down. He didn’t wait for the elevators and run down the stairs and rest two were bringing Taeyong down to the room.

Where were you?

Johnny knocked on your door. He waited for a response but nothing was audible. Licking his lips, he was about to ring the bell when he heard a faint buzzing sound. He leaned to check his doubt. He was correct.

His hand hovered on the handle and he pushed open it. Again, you didn’t lock the door. But then he might not have got this opportunity.

he entered the room and took a turn.

Your mouth was agape and eyes closed with throaty moans and hands clutching the bedsheet with sprawled across on it. And a pink vibrator was attached to your black panty.

Shamelessly, he was watching you. His pant was getting tight in a particular place and he gulped. He was not even moving but standing still, watching you with hungry eyes. He waited for you to cum. By seeing your desperation, he was sure you were near the climax and he patiently waited in his place in silence. You moaned out Mark’s name when you came undone.

So, you were thinking about him?

He smirked at your exhausted state in just your lingerie. You were panting. If you had wore it at the beach then he could have seen you like this earlier. You look sexy in bikinis and he was getting impatient to tear off the piece of clothes and have you in every way.

The ring of his phone made your eyes shot open and you hurriedly sat up. He picked up the call with holding your gaze. You gulped to see his dark eyes.

Jaehyun was on the call. Johnny’s voice echoed inside the room.

"Come to Y/n's room." He didn't say anything more but chuckled after he cut the call.

Like a predator he walked around the bed and you were sitting in the middle, still fazed by the orgasm. He bent to your side and before you could realize it, he snatched away the remote from your hand.

"What are you doing here?" You asked in a broken voice. He raised his brows and titled his head, "did you say something?"

he had a dominance in his voice.

"You should not be here" you gulped and raised your voice a bit, "if my brother finds out."

"Oh listen darling, your brother won't know what is going to happen and even if your brother finds out, it will be too late."

You heard the door open and shut and sound of the lock. Jaehyun and Mark emerged from the corner of the room.

"Oh dude what are you doing here?" Mark was confused and looking between you and the tall man. "I see our little princess was having her little fun without us." Jaehyun smirked as he noticed the vibrator and the remote in his friend's grasp.

"Shut up. You three. What are you even doing here? Where is Taeyong?"

"He is knocked out halfway through." Mark chuckled.

Johnny paced to the edge of the bed and in front of you. He smirked while scanning your whole body. He has never seen you in such a way and he was amused that you were not even telling them to go out. "Oh Mark. You know, she was calling you earlier."

"Really but why?" Mark was smiling but he was curious.

"Darling, are you telling them or should I do the honor?" Johnny was crouching down in front of you, resting his hand on the edge of the bed and staring at you. "I—I don't know what you are saying."

Johnny chuckled, "oh don't say like you weren't moaning out his name." "What?" You were surprised to know that he heard you. For how long was he there?

"Oh really?...I want to see that." Mark was excited.

Before you could protest, the sound of vibrator earned a gasp from you. You watched how Johnny had a smug look and Jaehyun whispered something into his ear, widening his grin.

You watched in horror that they were exchanging glances and communicating between them. your head fell low and hands clutching the bedsheet tightly and you leaned forward.

The vibration was in low mode and you wanted more. no you needed more. You closed your eyes and focused on the sound and vibration filling you up. The tightening of the knot but still the feeling of emptiness was there because the speed was too low. You panted out. "More...fast please..."

“You are asking for more from your brother’s friends? Won’t you ask us to go?”

You were whining and your hand hovered over the vibrator to rub it against your folds and press it deeper.

Someone held you back. And you cry out. The vibration increased and you leaned backward, throwing your head back on the person's shoulder. The same whispering voice from the plane. "Is it okay now, princess? Don't you dare to do anything. We are here to take care of you."

Your hands were locked by him and his bare chest was against your hot body, earning groans from him. Every little squirm of yours was making him painfully hard. There was a reek of alcohol from them.

You were reaching to the climax and it was very obvious and the way Jaehyun's husky groans filling your ears. You swear you will come soon.

"Are you near?" You nodded.

Jaehyun chuckled into your ears and licked it, "words, princess." "Y—yes Jaehyun...Jo—hhny."

"It's daddy for you." Johnny said in a darker voice. Your back arched and you leaned back to Jaehyun as you were about to get loose but Johnny had some other plans.

You were whimpering, "why? Please daddy...I want to cum."

he turned the vibrator off.

"No. You had your fun earlier and now it's for us to have our turn."

He climbed the bed in front of you and hovered over you. You tried to scoot back and get away from the hold but they held you in place.

"Mark I guess someone is impatient."

Mark nodded on Johnny's statement and watched your watery eyes staring back at Johnny in a frustrated expression.

"I heard she was moaning my name and I really want to see how it's going to be when I literally will fuck her."

"Oh you will. But you can wait for your turn. Let me make my darling taste a bit of my fun." Johnny was using the nickname casually but it was turning you on.

He hooked a finger with your panty and slid it down very slowly. His movements were painfully slow and you couldn't even do anything to get rid of the little piece of clothing faster.

He let it hung at one of your ankles and pushed your legs apart, you were pressing them too tight.

He placed himself between them so that you couldn't close your legs and he dipped a finger inside of your wet folds. You moaned and raised your hips into his hand when he pressed your belly down. "Uh uh you are not getting like this...patience is the key here. Look you are so needy that you didn't attend the party because you were off into your little world."

Mark added, "if she had asked us then we would have had the fun together."

Watching how you were not catching on with the conversation, Johnny curled his finger, keeping the same pace from earlier. When he watched you squeezing his second finger in so easily. He pulled his hand out and pushed it inside your parted lips. "Suck."

You were not needed to say twice and you rolled your tongues around his fingers and licked your juices off.

"Princess is doing so good."

Jaehyun had a cheerful tone and then suddenly Johnny slapped your pussy to get your attention back on him before pulling down his pant. You were so impatient and didn't want him to take longer. Jaehyun unhooked your bra but still your front was covered. His hands caressed your bare back and you shivered to his touch.

Johnny's yellow shirt was unbuttoned and your now freed hands went up to touch the biceps. He chuckled and held your wrist to guide you through his muscles. You were so distracted when he suddenly entered you. You cried out because of the size and stretch and the pain was unbearable. Johnny had a satisfied look on his face but soon changed into a worry when he saw your wrinkled forehead and you were wiggling on Jaehyun’s lap.

Your eyes rolled back when he started moving. The pace began with slow and deep movements and each move burned the connected soft area. Johnny was groaning above you and his fingers were tightly entangled with yours, pressing down your palms into the mattress. His loose shirt rode up and the flexing muscles were visible.

“Fuck Y/n…I didn’t know that sweet little one…has such a good pussy.” Johnny increased his pace and your moans became louder.

Your sweet moans earned a shaky groan from a corner of the room. You looked over to the place to see Mark was pumping himself with his head thrown back and cursing and moaning out your name. He was imagining the image of how it was you when moaning out his name when you were pleasuring yourself.

Jaehyun chuckled, “Oh Johnny, she likes to get fuck by her brother’s best friends.”

“Is that right, Y/n?” Johnny asked you but your foggy mind didn’t register the question. So, he gripped your jaw and forced to make you look at him. Your teary eyes stared back at him when he slowed the movements.

“I asked you something, darling. Do you like getting fucked by your brother’s best friends?”

You clenched around him on hearing his question.

“Yes…yes daddy…I like to be fucked by you…I—I want to be fucked by you all.” You whined when he pushed deeper but continued in sloppy movements.

His smirk widened and head dipped in the crook of your neck. He sucked and kissed all your sensitive spots. He pulled down the bra and sucked your nipples. He was leaving red marks all over your chest and throat. Your nipples were erect and hard and when he was sucking it hard, you were losing your mind. “Fuck…it’s so good.”

“Is it feeling good? Johnny making you feel good?”

You moaned out, “Yes Jaehyun, he is making me feel good. I—I want to cum please…please…”

The fast thrusts were almost ripping you apart into two and his moans and groans into your ear was nearing you so much that your tears were streaming down. The sloppy sound and your moans filling out the room. But Johnny hushed you with a heated kiss. He was hungry. Teeth clashing to each and biting down your lips, making you gasp and clench around him. He was hungry to finally have his best friend’s sister under him. The sister his friend protected too much from them was now whimpering under and that boosted his ego.

“Cum…ah-Fuck…” You both came undone together.

Mark cursed out at the same time with both of you.

You were floating with blurry vision and he rode out his high. He pulled out and chuckled at your fucked out state. Before any juice could leak out of you, he pressed your legs together. He started at you but you cut him off.

“I am on birth control pill.” You stated.

“Why? Were you expecting something like this to happen?” Johnny chuckled and stood up.

“No. but just in case…” Johnny pecked your lips. You were surprised as to why he did it but you let the kiss linger on you longer.

Mark interjected, “So you were planning to have a one-night stand on this trip somewhere?”

You licked your lips and nodded, “yeah something like that.” You closed your eyes to take deep breaths. Johnny excused himself after putting on the pant and went to his room.

You heard shuffles around your bed and before you knew what was happening, Jaehyun was smiling down at you from between your legs. You tried to scoot back but he pressed you down with a smirk and dark look on his face.

He was serious with dark eyes just contrast to the white unbuttoned shirt on him. He looks good in white and later you have to compliment him about that.

“What are you thinking, princess?” he asked you while positioning himself to your entrance.

“you look good in white.” you finally complimented him.

He smiled, “thanks princess. But I would look better with your white cum around my dick.”

His tip toying with your folds. You whined and Mark laughed when he sat beside you. He removed your bra and threw it away. Jaehyun thanked Mark and started pumping your breasts. You gasped and moaned. Mark was staring at you with hooded eyes. Jaehyun flicked your nipples and pinched them.

It was paining but it was sending a pleasurable jolt throughout your body.

He straightened himself and placed his palm over your breasts and pushed himself inside you. You gasped out loudly and he chuckled on feeling how you were still tight and clenching around him after his friend fucked you so hard earlier.

“you are taking me so well, princess.”

His pace was deeper and faster from the start and your sensitive bud was throbbing in pain. Skin slapping sound and his skill-full fingers drawing pattern over your curves and hands sliding smoothly all over your body. Your whines and his moans getting louder with each passing second and he leaned down to peck you. You opened your eyes and wiggled your hands from, under the grip of Mark’s strong hold. Your weak hands slid down Jaehyun’s soft skin and you smiled.

“Jaehyun…”

Why are you even smiling? He took a hold of your wrist and placed a kiss on your fingers.

“You are really pretty, Y/n…you were always pretty.”

He finally connected his lips with yours and you moaned into his mouth when he hit a right spot, making you arch into his body. Your hips moving up and down to get him more-close to you. As if it was even possible. He pressed you down and there was a sweet rhythm to the movement of his lips and hips.

You were lost in the kiss and gasping for air but he was sucking you so hard that the little air left inside you would be sucked out. He finally pulled apart and thrusted deeper. When you let out a broken moan, his hands moved up to grip your throat and with a moderate pressure, he pressed it tight.

“The innocent little sister of Taeyong is whining with my fingers wrapped around her throat and getting fucked. What will your brother think of you getting fucked by his best-friend?”

You couldn’t reply but mumbled something. Mark laughed and patted your head.

You whined and gasped. Your one hand gripped his wrist and other wiggling under his strong hold on your wrist. His mouth skillfully working on your nipples, leaving bruise marks around it. It was too much. You were overstimulated by all these pleasures in different parts. The pace became sloppy and both of you were near the edge.

“if you want to cum then cum. Cum on my dick and paint me white.” He said and put a little more pressure on the side of your throat. His voice vibrating on your nipples and his hot breath hitting around the sensitive area.

You gasped and let it loose as soon as his words fell from the lips. He thrusted faster and you whined. After a few more thrusts, he bottomed down into you. “fuck-“

His hands were at the same place but weakly holding you, his head resting on your breast and he placed a soft and long kiss on your nipple before retreating himself.

Vulnerable was not a word for you. You were broken. Your body, your pulping veins, your sensitive used spots and your mind. Your broken voice couldn’t even dare to speak up anything more.

Mark.

You didn’t know what were the thoughts running through his mind. His two other friends were just monster fuckers. Thinking about him fucking you after they caught you moaning out his name was scratching a mark direct to your core.

You expected Jaehyun to leave but he propped himself on the sofa and leaned back with closed eyes and heaved a sigh.

Was he regretting?

Your attention was brought to Mark when he gripped your jaw and pulled your face to the side to face him. He was smirking unlike before when he was sweetly smiling at you. His jeans was long forgotten lying down on the floor and he pulled down the boxer. Your burning body was sensitive to a little amount of air caused by the swish of movements around you.

He was still sitting to your side, hand gripping your jaw. Your weak hands held his wrist dearly.

“mark…please fuck me.”

He poked his cheek with the tongue, “why? Didn’t Jaehyun gave you the satisfaction and also Johnny?”

As if on cut Johnny entered the room in a fresh set of trouser and a plain white t-shirt. He propped himself beside Jaehyun.

“What’s with my name?” Johnny’s voice made you squirm.

“I want you…no I need you, Mark. Please.” You literally begged. His smirk widened.

He suddenly hovered on top of you and you were surprised by his sudden fast movement. He was excited. Something in him shifted when you begged to him. He was no more that soft and excited friend like last four days. In front of you was a hungry monster who was ready to devour you.

His hands trailed down your curves. He pushed your legs up and watched how your hole was leaking down the juices and he groaned to the sight. He pushed up your swelled breasts and pumping them, earning whines and moans from you. Your tears were the most beautiful thing to him at the moment.

His hands trailed higher and rested on your jaw, fingers caressing your cheek. Your tired eyes still locked with his hooded ones.

“you will show me how you were moaning my name with this pretty mouth. Okay?”

You nodded. He slapped you and gripped your jaw.

“Okay?”

“Yes…Mark…I will show you...please…”

No prep was needed and so he pushed your legs apart as far as possible. He slowly entered you and your gasp got lost into his mouth when he pressed down his lips to you. Just like others, his kiss was also reeking of alcohol. You were getting drunk just by their kisses.

His kiss was between of hunger and making love. Once he was being a sweet kisser and the next moment, he was eating you out. His teeth sucking yours making it a plump.

His movements were slow. Too slow. You wanted more but the way he slapped your pussy when you moved up, you knew he was not giving you what you wanted.

He broke the kiss but his lips never left your heated skin, his lips pressing soft kisses on yours and trailed down to your jaw and then to the crook of your neck.

“Mark…”

“So that’s how you sound like baby…fuck…you are sucking me in so good...you sound so sexy...”

“More please…please Mark.”

You were crying and repeating his name like a chant. It was making him painfully hard to control himself not to cum again and again into you. His one hand pumping your breast and other caressing your head. He leaned to attach his lips to your left out nipple.

Every second was like a rising of burning flame. Your body was on fire. He was overstimulating you to hear his name from your lips on repeat. He didn’t want to end the moment so fast. He could hear your moans all day long if its need to fuck you everytime. His one hand dipped down to rub on your bud and you cry out before Johnny inserted a finger into your mouth. You quickly wrapped around his fingers to suck for your dear life.

“don’t want to let this whole floor know that how good your brother’s best friends are fucking you, right?” he asked you mockingly.

Mark added, “Taeyong might can wake up too.”

They laughed to see you in mercy of their friend and tears falling continuously from the eyes.

“Ah fuck- baby…fuck…are you near?”

You couldn’t reply when the finger was deep down your throat.

Mark swatted the hand away and gripped your jaw.

“Do you want to cum?”

Your vision was blurry but still you nodded and replied, “yes…yes Mark…please”

“then cum and say my name.”

You did as he told you. Your vision was white and your whole body jerked.

He was thrusting deeper and faster and soon he was panting on top of yours and hot liquid filling you up.

The same euphoric feeling rising up to your fuzzy mind.

Mark laid down beside you. You both were tired but no one was as compared to you.

“I guess someone is tired for the first time while on a vacation.” Johnny smiled at you before patting your head.

You dreamily smiled and nodded.

He asked Jaehyun to go back to his shared room with Taeyong or he might could get in trouble if Taeyong sees him missing in the room. He sent a smile towards you before laving with Johhny. It was only you and Mark.

“I will take care of you. I have promised, Taeyong.”

he promised Taeyong.

He let you sleep and as promised, he cleaned you up before cleaning himself. He tugged you to sleep. Before leaving the room, he watched you for a while how you were sleeping peacefully and something inside him was tugging not to leave you alone. But there was no choice. He turned off the lights and left the room with interlocking it.

He is just your brother’s best-friend.

The next morning when your mind registered that you were awake, you didn’t open your eyes. The first thought came to your mind was that you were all alone. They all just left you after fucking. You clutched the blankets tight, you cried silently. Was it just all about one night? Nothing more? Today you have to pretend as if nothing happened last night. Silent tears fall from your eyes.

“Are you okay? Do you need anything?” Taeyong’s worried voice and a warm hand on your cheek reminded you of their lingering touches on your skin.

You didn’t want to open your eyes. Even if you wanted to think of that as a dream but the soreness and the paining aches all over your body would be giving you reality check. Still. You didn’t want to worry your brother so you slowly looked at him and he was sitting by the side of your head, smiling a little.

“when I woke up, Jaehyun told me that you are feeling sick since last night and I was drunk so he took care of you.” He innocently said.

Took care of you.

Huh! And then left…

You nodded.

“You are crying…is your headache worse…do you need medicines?”

“headache?”

“yeah…he told me not to disturb you today. It’s better to let you rest for a while.”

Yeah. Headache. Rest for a while.

The words were not setting in right places.

He stood up, “I have to meet an university friend today who works at a company here so we are going to hang out today. So take some rest. Just call me if you need anything or I will tell one of them-“

“No I will call you.”

“Okay, see you later.”

And he turned to the space to get out of your room from where they all went last night. You didn’t hear your door closed but heard some talking between your brother and Johnny. His voice tugged at your heart. You were sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. You looked down to yourself wearing a t-shirt and shorts. A tear fell on your hand.

Why were you even crying?

It was all about you four being horny last night. Nothing more.

The close of door shut jolted you. You still didn’t look up but closed your eyes to let yourself understand that you shouldn’t be so sensitive of having sex with them.

“y/n…”

Did you hear right?

No no you were dreaming.

“y/n…are you okay?”

You looked up to see Mark looking at you with hurtful eyes. Is he regretting for the last night?

You didn’t reply. Two more figures emerged from the corner, what were they doing at door for so long.

“why are you here?” you whispered out the words.

“Isn't this the same thing you asked last night?” johnny stated.

You watched his movements when he came beside you and sat down to pat your head and comb your hairs with his long fingers. You fought back the urge to lean to his touch. Jaehyun sat to your other side and caressed your cheeks.

More tears streamed down your eyes.

Jaehyun wiped them off. “Why are you crying?”

“Don’t give me false hopes. I know you all are regretting for the last night and so you left or maybe you see it like a regular fun but please I…I don’t know how to feel now.”

“then don’t fight back.” Johnny said without any emotion visible.

Mark added, “y/n…it’s a very complicated situation we are in…we are your brother’s best friends and you are his sister. If somehow this last night becomes a problem between us then the friendship will be hampered. You are our friend too.”

Mark scooted closer to you.

“you all were the first ones to have sex with me…”

They didn’t reply but suddenly Mark pulled you in his embrace. You could feel a different set of hands caressing your back. You started crying in his hold. He patted your head.

“I know... you know we were never your friends but still we admired you since you were a baby. We have watched you every time how you whined for little things, your giggles, your sweet smile, your annoyed face whenever we showed up at your house and when your brother teasing you. Our eyes were always on you.” Mark words were dipped in softness.

You whispered, “I thought you all hated me.”

Johnny laughed, “never. It was your brother who never wanted us to be near you. He thought that his little sister should not be near us. He is good brother. He loves you a lot.”

He really is.

“I don’t want to leave you all after yesterday. I know I’m being selfish but I really don’t know why I'm feeling this but I cant handle if you all leave me.” You said and turned to rest two of them from Mark’s embrace, Jaehyun’s hands fall from your back.

Jaehyun added, “we don’t want to leave you too. Yesterday when I saw you in that state, I felt a possessiveness inside me that no one should get to look at you and I own you. So…..”

He looked at everyone and sighed.

“so?..” your soft voice tugged at their heart.

Johnny completed his sentence, “so we need to have a talk with Taeyong.”

“You all will?” you were surprised.

Mark turned you around, “don’t you want us? Or do you want only me?”

“All three of you. Call me selfish but I love you all.”

“We love you too, y/n. promise. we will take care of you.” Johnny said and placed a kiss on top of your head.

“she is still a baby.” Jaehyun said and laughed loudly.

The others also joined in. You clutched to Mark’s shirt and smiled a little before snuggling into the smell of his cologne.

Your brother kept you away from them. But then you became too close to them. Closer than being just friends. The foreign swaggers is your new memory of your holidays. It was meant to be a family holiday like every year. but this was different and the best.

Also, you don’t hate your brother’s best friends like you thought.

They are no more just your brother’s best friends. They are your hearts: the foreign swaggers.

Are you going to regret it?

thank me coz i was going to end it on a sad note but then I thought to make it a bit emotional and happy in the last moement.

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runningfrom2am · 1 year ago

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leveling the playing field XII

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.2k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). use of a derogatory term (pr*stitute) implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there. oh, and manipulation (both of them lowkey)

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"Coryo!" You grin, running out of the house and down the front porch steps, throwing your arms around his shoulders as soon as you can reach him. It had only been a few days since you'd seen him, but you had to do what you had to do. Truth be told, you did miss him, though.

He chuckles as he catches you, carefully letting you down after a moment. "Hey, Y/N/N, how's it going?"

"I'm good." You grin, turning back at the sound of people laughing inside the house. "You have to come in to meet Ash. He's gonna come with us today, and Lucy Gray is packing a picnic! It's gonna be so fun."

"Who?" Coriolanus asks, but you're already gone, heading back up to the house. An uneasy feeling settles in his gut as he follows you, shoving his hands into his pockets as he enters the home. The kids are trying to gather things into bags, and Lucy Gray is packing some food to bring with the group out to the meadow.

You, on the other hand, are wrapped around the arm of a boy who looks like he belongs in the Capitol Zoo. "Coryo, this is Ash. We met at the Hob the other night." You explain, looking between the two of them as Coriolanus clenches his jaw.

"Nice to meet you." He says through gritted teeth, reaching out out of habit to shake the boy's hand. He's got dark hair, and somehow darker eyes. Immediately, he doesn't trust him.

"You too, man. Love the peacekeeper getup." He chuckles, shaking his hand briefly and Coryo quickly recoils to wipe his hand on his pants.

"Oh, Coryo is a peacekeeper." You explain, smiling up at Ash as he drapes an arm around your waist.

"We're in the business of trusting those monsters now?" Ash asks, somehow maintaining a lighthearted tone. Like it was a joke, like Coriolanus was nothing more than his position.

"Only a couple." You laugh, shocking Coryo completely. Not so much as a word in his defense while this district trash said such horrible things about him. He was back to not even being able to recognize you. "Coryo is my best friend. We've known each other since we were kids. Sejanus too."

Best friend... That's it?

"That makes sense then." Ash nods, and Coryo stands up taller as Ash not so subtly sizes him up.

"You know, Sejanus has been awfully chummy with Billy Taupe and his friends. Ash is one of them." You say to Coryo quietly, taking up the rear of the Covey as all of you walk out to the meadow behind the house. "Have you noticed?"

He hums in acknowledgment, thinking it over. "It is odd." He agrees. He has noticed your mutual friend sneaking away on any nights out they could spare, and just generally being more cagey than usual. And it makes more sense that his name would mean anything to your new friend.

"Have you asked him about it?"

"No." He shakes his head. "You should, though. He trusts you more."

"That's not true." You laugh. "You are his best friend, after all."

"As are you." He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, please. He throws that term around too loosely." You roll your eyes playfully.

"And you don't?" He asks, obviously referring to how you called him your best friend earlier. It's working. This was evidence that referring to him that way was driving him crazy- you had him wrapped around your finger, and you loved the feeling.

"Nope." You grin, bumping him with your shoulder. "Have I told you the haircut is really working for you? Because it is."

"Thank you. It wasn't by choice." He explains, smiling at the compliment but shrugging it off.

"I figured." You laugh, reaching up to run your hand over his shaved head. "I miss your curls, though..."

"Y/N! Come here!" Ash calls from up ahead, walking backward now as he waves for you to join him.

"Coming!" You call back, immediately ditching Coryo to catch up with him.

Coryo cringes at how his boots sink into the dirt and how you let Ash yell at you like that. Like you were a dog. You'd hardly known the guy for a few days and he's already talking down to you, Coryo is appalled at your taste. You run up to Ash, immediately reaching up and sticking your hand in his unbrushed hair. If Coryo was a brunette and didn't shower ever, that's probably what his hair would look like. It made him nauseous.

The following night, after Coriolanus complained endlessly to you about the birds he had to spend most of his days trapping, you had a stroke of absolute genius. He really, really hates those birds, just as much as you can tell he already hates Ash.

As the sun is setting over the field surrounding the hanging tree, you tell Lucy Gray you're going for a walk, and off you go into the woods with only your mind to keep you company.

They'd set so many traps it was unbelievable, and a good amount had trapped some of the songbirds inside. They were beautiful creatures, timid, too, for birds who were typically so vocal. They were products of the Capitol, so that would only make sense. You were careful not to make a sound as you opened every trap you could reach. You could just hope that by the time Coryo and his group arrived in the morning, they hadn't been trapped again.

You knew this was likely considered treason, interfering with government projects, but you didn't have a whole lot to lose, and seeing the frustration on Coryo's face when he ranted about how stubborn these birds were made the risk well worth it. It wasn't the revenge you were used to doling out to people who had wronged you, but you had been working on changing, after all.

After setting free no less than twenty birds that blew your hair back out of your face as they shot out of their cages, occasionally thanking you by singing your footsteps back to you or clawing at your arms, you made your way back to the street to head back to Lucy Gray's home.

You sucked your teeth over the stinging in your skin from the small cuts and scrapes that nnow littered your forearms. You suddenly understood why Coriolanus hated the creatures. They were beautiful singers, but clearly so inconsiderate. They'd be trapped again anyways, you were just delaying the inevitable to piss off your friend. They got scratches on you, but your people would still win the war.

You lift the excess fabric of your skirt to pat the beading and drying blood off of your arms as you walk. The town was quiet, only a few people scattered around very rarely. Either homeless or drunk, minding their business as you silently made your way down the dimly lit streets toward the seam. You recognize you're almost home when you pass the Hob, through the alley where Coriolanus graced you with his subpar apology. Squinting toward that same back exit as the door creaks open, you move across the alley to hug the opposite wall as you walk, trying to mind your business.

"Yeah, okay. I'll arrange for that. Thank you, yeah. We'll work it out. I promise." Was that... Sejanus? Your theory is confirmed when the speaker steps out into the alley. It was quiet, a weeknight. If the Hob had been open, it was deadly quiet by this hour.

"Sejanus?" You call out, speaking without thinking.

The boy jumps, slamming the door behind himself and looking toward you quickly. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" You can see the panic in his eyes as you get closer, tucking your bloody and exposed arms behind your back.

"Just out for a walk. I wanted to look at the stars." You nod up to the unpolluted and clear sky to accentuate your point. The sky didn't look like this at home. "What about you?"

"Oh! Uh, same." He lies. "It sure is beautiful out tonight."

"It is." You agree, looking up at the stars for a beat while you cross your arms over your chest in the silence. "Who were you talking to?"

As he panics you try and tuck your arms back once more, the stinging of movement reminding you of why you hid them in the first place. "Just, uh, no one. Myself."

You hum in response. Sejanus made his fake story hard to believe. "Why don't you trust me?" You ask, tilting your head at him. "I feel like after all we've been through, you should trust me more."

"I do trust you." He replies quickly. "It's less about that, more about... I don't want you to get involved. It's better for you."

"Is Coriolanus involved?"

"No. No, he doesn't know anything. Same as you."

You nod slightly, looking him up and down. "Well... If you need help or you're in a tough spot, come to us, okay? There are few people you can trust out here. We have to have each other's backs."

"No, no, it's not like that." He assures you. "But okay. If I need help, I'll ask."

You smile. "Well, you better get back. Don't want to get caught out so late."

"You too, Sage."

You chuckle, giving him a quick wave as you walk back away from him.

Even in the dim lighting, he could see the marks across your arm that you tucked away with your turn, sauntering away casually in the direction of your current home on the Seam.

Coriolanus was walking a beat alongside the market almost a week later, the one his bunkmate usually took, but today he was too hungover to crawl out of bed. Coryo didn't have the stomach to watch you drool all over that district boy today, so he decided to just take the shift for his new friend instead of bothering to see you. Maybe, this would result in Beanpole owing him a favour anyway, and that was always nice to have.

It was a Thursday, so not all that busy at the market. It was mostly just mother's gathering food and supplies, which left him incredibly bored for most of the morning. He was wallowing in his self-pity when something finally drew his attention. Your laugh. He would know it anywhere. He scans the street again, posture straight as he tries to track you down, which doesn't take long.

Of course, there you are with your new friend, his arm over your shoulder as you hold his hand against your chest. God, Coriolanus hopes you don't spot him. He looks straight ahead, chewing on the inside of his cheek and wishing he could disappear. You were torturing him, the fact that you couldn't see that, or you just didn't care, was driving him insane. It was worse than if you had just stayed in the Capitol.

Now, he can't help but focus on your voice on the mostly quiet street.

"No, I know!" You giggle, looking sideways at Coriolanus who stood at the edge of the street. You're sure by now he had seen you. You didn't know he would be here, normally he wouldn't, but it makes the task of agreeing to spend time with Ash more bearable. At least it was for a reason. "I've never touched a mandolin before, how could they expect me to pick it up in one night?"

"Well, I'd sure be surprised if you could. No one learns that fast." Ash replies, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. You hate it, you want to shove him off and hit him where it hurts, but you can't. At least Coryo was here to witness it.

"True." You nod, walking with him slowly past the stalls, browsing at some of the small trinkets and goods they had. It seemed to be all random things, which was foreign to you. Back home, every store had a purpose, even after the war the Capitol held onto this sophistication. "This is so pretty!" You smile, spinning out from under his arm to get a closer look at a dress someone had made. It was shorter than your skirt, typically one that would be worn by a child in this region, but it was oversized enough that you could wear it and it would land mid-thigh.

"How much is this?" You ask the woman sitting behind the wooden table, holding up the dress that she had clearly made.

"Forty." She answers, nodding to you. "It's steep, but I put a lot of work into it. It'll last your daughter a long time."

"Oh, no." You giggle, shaking your head. "I was thinking for me." You say, lifting part of the fabric to admire the stitches.

"For you?" Ash asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Yes, what do you think?" You reply, holding it up in front of you. "I like the red accents. It's beautifully made."

"You'll look like a damn prostitute," Ash replies without missing a beat. "That's what I think."

You bite your lip, face going red as you look down at it draped against your body. You're not sure if it's from anger or embarrassment. You sigh, folding it up again and turning to the woman who looks shocked. "I'll take it." You smile suddenly, placing it back down while you dig out some cash from your pocket, handing her fifty. "And don't worry about making change, I just hate carrying coins around."

"Thank you, dear. You enjoy." She smiles gratefully, taking the money and tucking it away in her pocket. You nod at her, and before you even turn around with the new dress under your arm you feel a firm grip on your skin, yanking you away from the stall and into a side street.

"Hey! Let me go!" You shout, trying to peel Ash's grip from your arm where it's digging in so tight it's already flushing the areas and opening your healed scratches from the birds, smearing the drops of blood across your skin.

"No, you listen to me." He says, dropping your arm in favour of pointing a finger right in your face as you're backed up against the wall. "If you're gonna be my girl, I'm not letting you walk around like some kind of whore. Do you understand?" He says, clearly fumingly angry by now.

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "You don't scare me, you're a district-born loser with no fucking job! How dare you try and tell me what to do with my-"

You're cut off when he smacks you. You take a shaky breath, instinctively holding the side of your face where his palm made contact. You feel your confidence faltering with the heat pulsing under your skin, and with your eyes closed in this back alley, suddenly you're back home. But you're not. You're not home, and he's not your father, and here, you're free. You're gonna kill him.

You open your eyes and stand up straighter, looking him dead on as your chest heaves with anger. You shove him back, pulling your arm back in his moment of shock to take a proper swing at him as he scrambles to push you back up against the wall. In your rage, you failed to account for the fact that he was much bigger than you.

"Hey! Back off her! Now!" Coriolanus shouts, clicking the safety off his gun before Ash can lay another hit on you, gun aimed unwaveringly at the boy as he quickly walks toward the two of you.

Ash panics, and you feel this as the forearm he had pressed up against your throat, pinning you to the wall loosened its hold and you shoved him off just in time for Coryo to push his way between the two of you, the barrel of his gun now inches from Ash's nose.

He raises his hands in surrender. "Hey, we're cool. I didn't do nothin' to her."

Coriolanus is fighting every urge to just pull the trigger on the loaded weapon in his hands. For you. For this asshole hurting you, for touching you, for the crime of even looking at you, he should do it. He breathes heavily, every muscle in his jaw constricted so tightly he's sure it'll ache for weeks.

You watch over your friend's shoulder, watching the gears turning in his head. Do it, you want to tell him, but even in your anger you can see that's irrational, so you keep your mouth shut.

Coryo sighs, lowering his weapon to use it to gesture to the street. "Get out of here." He mumbles, deciding to let him go. "And never so much as look at her again, understand?" You're almost a little disappointed as Ash spits on the ground at your feet, starting to walk away when Coryo turns the gun faster than you can process and jabs the butt end of it into Ash's face. A chilling crack echoes out against the crumbling walls surrounding you and he hits the ground, unconscious with an obviously broken nose.

Coryo is panting as he turns back to you, quickly throwing the gun back over his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asks, reaching out and holding your shoulders, hands running down your arms quickly to look over the injuries. "Did he do this to you?" He looks over the scattered cuts and scratches. He could tell they were healing, and they were inconsistent with what could be done with a blade or a man-made weapon, so he deducts quickly that you must have fallen into the wrong bush or something. Maybe when you were gardening.

You shake your head quickly, eyes locked on the boy on the ground.

"Hey, no, look at me. Are you okay?" Coryo asks again, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. He nods expectantly, waiting for you to answer.

"Yes. Fine." You whisper shamefully, giving a slight nod under his gentle hold.

"C'mere..." He mutters, pulling you closer to hug him. He sighs, holding the back of your head and gently smoothing down your hair. It shocks him when you start to shake, trying to muffle your crying in the fabric of his uniform. He shouldn't have waited so long. He took his eyes off you for less than a minute to maintain his own sanity, and this is what happened.

You knew you were safe with Coryo, this was your fault for straying from that over some petty anger. He had betrayed you, sure, but he told you it was because he only wanted to help. If you had listened, none of this would have happened. You should have known he was right. At least he hadn't abandoned you, he'd even saved you. You were lucky he was even around.

"He hit me." You sniff through sobs, gripping tightly onto the back of his grey uniform. "I didn't, I don't know why, I-"

"Hey, hey, hey..." Coryo shushes you, pressing his lips to the top of your head. "I've got you. You're safe now. I'm here."

"I'm sorry..." You sniff, overtaken by the foolishness of your own decisions. For denying your feelings for him in a way that only resulted in hurting the both of you.

Coryo has to fight back a smile as he takes in the familiar scent of your hair. "Don't be." He whispers, kissing your head. "I'll always protect you."

You nod against his chest, locking yourself firmly into his grasp. Even as your blood dried and stuck to his coldly grey uniform, you found it hard to let him go.

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ronearoundblindly · 2 months ago

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I love rereading your 'Who Would...' series for a quick fix of characters who don't get as much attention. The line about Mace being the in love with his best friend type makes me squee every time. Any chance this might ever get expanded on?

Came from this Who Would answer, but I think this would be so different than best friend!Ari from Bedrock and Blueprints (both because I want it to be and for personality reasons, though they both have the excuse of military/NASA missions taking them away for long periods). It's not long, only *thoughts.*

Warning for language. Sorry, I'm too tired to censor myself. I curse like a sailor IRL. My bad.

So.

Mace--never to be referred to as 'James,' 'Jim,' or 'Jimmy'--has known he's in love with you for a very long time. There were several times he almost told you (or did tell you but you interpreted his declaration as friendly so he went with it), and he rarely tries now.

He absolutely told you one time you were both drunk; you didn't remember. He nearly blurted it out when you two were at a mutual friend's wedding, but he wasn't your +1. He came so fucking close to telling you when that one guy broke your heart and Mace found you crying in a parking lot. But that would have been about him, for him, not you.

Instead, he simply pokes holes in other men's behavior towards you. Everybody is too aloof or too intense, they all seem to bully you into feeling imperfect somehow, or each one blows you off in a way you never noticed...until Mace points it out. Gosh, you really don't have the best luck when it comes to guys, so thank goodness you have Mace!

He waits, letting his hair grow long, solely because you like to buzz his head, and that in turn, gives him nearly a half hour of you touching him. Mace hasn't paid for a haircut since three months after you two met. It's a ritual you love but have zero clue how much he loves it, too. You think he likes that it saves money. He is so practical after all. He's literally fallen asleep smiling about the time his hair was long enough you held a chunk between your lip and nose to fake a mustache. Mace is a fucking goner, y'all.

Um, there was one time that you pulled him into a hug, which isn't unusual but the fact that you grabbed his dog tags to bring him closer really fucking wrecked him for maybe a solid day and night? He's not exactly well, okay? Mace isn't at all a stalking type; he's not doing any of this to maneuver you into a path of picking him. He just needs you to be safe and happy and...ya know, look at him, talk to him, smile at him...

The thing about this working for so long is that Mace is soooo fucking practical. He doesn't get distracted from work by pining for you. He isn't daydreaming for hours. He's not longing for more when he's with you. He just would not say no to more at any given second. Mace is a PRO compartmentalizer. He can actually shutdown his personality in order to get a job done; he's that good. He is professional and courteous, and that makes him seem indifferent to romance for the most part.

He buys you treats and coffee (or tea) whenever he's getting something for himself. He does this thing where he stares you down in order to 'guess' what you're in the mood for, and damn it if he isn't almost always fucking right. Man can read you as easily as a picture book.

You know the absolute dumbest thing about this relationship???

Nobody ever had a big confession.

You two went to a movie, like you've done hundreds of times before by that point, and afterwards it was cold and dark walking home. You forgot gloves, and so Mace just held your hand out of necessity. He was hungry so you two ducked into a hole-in-the-wall restaurant where there were flower vases and candles on the table. You two kept talking, like normal, like you two always can so comfortably. No alcohol was consumed, but when Mace left you at your door, instead of kissing your cheek, he kissed your lips quickly, gently, like it was nothing new.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. Call you in the morning."

And when he called, he floated the idea of art exhibition down the street for his place. And while there, your hands were joined about 70% of the time. And when you made a really good, insightful joke, Mace turned to you with a big grin on his face, saying "that's my girl."

Weird part is that no feelings changed in between the time you were not-together and together. They weren't uncovered like they were ever hidden from view. The love between you could be seen all along, one way or another, but finally, after too long, you two actually got to experience it.

Ohhhhhh shit. New blorbo: activated.

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

#ro answers #james mace fanfiction #james mace x reader #best friend!james mace #james mace x you #james mace x y/n #james mace fluff #james mace angst #none of these mace tags exist who am i kidding

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veryace-ficrecs · 3 months ago

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House/Wilson Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

criteria by PaintedVanilla - Rated T

“I don’t think they know that we’re married.”

The Private Life of Gregory House by superangsty - Rated T

"You guys really don't get it, do you?" "Get what?" "It's almost insulting, really." Or, five times the team missed the point completely, and one time where they figured it out

Bending You(r logic) by scribespirare - Rated T

Assflash, newshole, we were married the whole goddamn time.

The Line of Thought by tevinterimperium - Rated T

Cameron, Foreman, and Chase keep on trying to get into the little details of House's love life. House doesn't like that one bit.

Touch Therapy by Nomad (nomadicwriter) - Rated T

It's not that House needs the human contact. It's just that when you're sharing an apartment, these things happen sometimes.

Brain Damage by fourteencandles (thingsbaker) - Rated M

"You jerk," Wilson sighed when House walked in and set a mug on Wilson's desk. Wilson was stretched out on his own couch. The nausea had ebbed slightly during the morning, but then he'd tried to eat a little oatmeal, and now it seemed in danger of flowing again. "It's tea," House said. Wilson glanced up at him, and House looked away. "From Cameron." "Yes, God forbid I think you care," Wilson said.

no need to worry (making up your mind) by scribespirare - Rated T

House makes the mistake of telling his mother he can't join her for Christmas because of his new boyfriend. Somehow, this becomes Wilson's problem.

An Essay On Stupidity by DumpsterBeagle - Rated T

House starts to wear his wedding ring, after almost a year, to screw with his team. Cameron, Chase, and Foreman are more confused than they've probably ever been.

only fools rush in by bittereternity - Rated T

so take my hand, and take my whole life too. Or, the one in which Wilson realizes he's in love. It kind of throws him off-kilter.

The Crystal Closet by VictoriaAGrey - Rated M

Wilson starts acting oddly towards House and House wants to know why. When he gets his answer, it makes matters infinitely more complicated.

mutualism by PaintedVanilla - Rated G

When Wilson walks into her office with House’s name on his lips, he’s either there to tell her he’s back on his bullshit with yet another patient, he’s mad at him for reasons outside the hospital, or he’s simply perplexed by his husband.

Things That Go Bump by peg22 - Rated E

Wilson has nightmares. House gets a headache. Everyone tries to diagnose just what's going on between them. This story is set in Season 2, before House got shot, before the first ducklings left us, before Amber, before House/Cuddy . . . those halcyon days where House and Wilson were just . . . House and Wilson. Wilson is sleeping on House's sofa, after moving out from cancer patient, Grace. "Wilson just shook his head and limped back into the kitchen. He unloaded a sack of fresh produce. Good produce. Endives and garlic and tomatoes and asparagus. He moved on to the next sack. Beef. Good beef. Brisket and rump roast and ribeyes . . . he was halfway through the third sack of spices and imported cheeses, whistling and daydreaming about braised salmon with fresh asparagus when it hit him. He was being seduced. Through groceries. By groceries. By House through groceries. And he was falling for it. Hard. Lox, stock pot, and basil."

let it slip by zlicxn - Rated T

“Would you put money on it, Foreman?” Chase asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at both of them, “Come on. Fifty bucks each, bit of holiday fun.” Foreman leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, “Why are you so eager to make this a bet? Spend too much on Christmas presents?”

Chase’s mouth twitches, “Can’t a guy just want to have a friendly wager with his colleagues?”

After a slip on some ice lands House in the hospital with a concussion he accidentally reveals to his fellows that he was planning to propose to someone, but doesn't say to who. That's up to them to figure out.

Everything by merchantivory - Rated G

House may combust if he doesn't find a way to control his love for Wilson. Then he finds Morse code. - Tap. Tap-tap-tap. Tap. Tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap. or, I love you.

Interlude by merchantivory - Rated G

5 times House kissed Wilson + 1 time Wilson kissed House

Fresh Feeling by Justkeeptrekkin - Rated M

House is tricked into going on a team-building trip with his colleagues. He does far more bonding with Wilson than anyone else.

at the rind by ShanaStoryteller - Not Rated

Wilson keeps having nightmares about House dying. They feel more like memories.

less obvious causes by captainharkness - Rated T

“You’re also still not wearing the lab coat.” “Take it up with the wife,” he drawls, eyes flitting to Wilson, who flushes red. Cuddy raises a single eyebrow at him. Wilson clears his throat, “I have it on good advice that your wife did the washing up last night. She says it’s your turn to do the laundry.” - Alternatively: House and Wilson have been together for years. They just haven't gotten around to telling most people. Told through a series of standalone chapters.

#veryace recs #house md #gregory house #james wilson #hilson #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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dyns33 · 1 year ago

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Only wastelands part 2

Here's part 2 of my Cooper Howard x Reader ! I think it will be a story in 4 parts at the end, but I'm not sure yet.

Tags : @one-of-thewalkingdead @coolrobloxkid28 @thebumbqueen @rachmari @ilyvia @justme12200 @honeybunhottie @savanahc @gobbodoggo @bisasterbisexual @killingboredom @bonafideyapper @i-simp-for-mha-men @pixelatedprofilepic @ultimatreality @chattersstuff @harmfulb1tch @hellolettuce444 @miketastic25

If Y/N had to pay Cooper one compliment, it was that he had been a very good teacher.

Months passed, years, and she survived the apocalypse perfectly on her own.

To avoid trouble, she hid her pitboy and her gender under a large coat and a Ranger mask. Some people made fun of her, thinking she was doing this to protect herself from radiation. Everyone knew that West Tek's hardware, or any of Vault's partners, was crap.

Y/N knew it, and that was why she always had Radaway on her. Not at all in case she saw Cooper again and he needed some.

Three years without any news, doing everything to avoid attracting attention, and she hardly thought about him at all.

If she sometimes looked at the photo of him before his turning, with little Janey, it was only to remember that she should trust no one in this rotten world. Never again, she repeated to herself.

It was with this spirit that she almost killed Lucy when the young woman fell on her. Literally.

Y/N was standing in a crater, calm, silent, holding her sniper tightly, ready to shoot her future dinner, when the little vaultie had jumped to escape a yao guai.

Her instinct not being often wrong, she knew that it was more urgent to kill the bear than the imbecile who had thought that surprising a shooter was less dangerous than confronting a beast.

Even though she had a gun, was covered in blood, and one of her fingers was a different color, little Vault dweler looked harmless with her big, naive doe eyes.

It was obvious that she had been outside for a short time. A true miracle that she is still alive.

"Thank you, thank you very much !" she repeated with a huge smile, as if Y/N wasn't pointing her sniper at her. "You don't know the week I just had ! My father was kidnapped, I wanted to save him, but I discovered that he was a murderer who had bombed a city, and all the people I met tried to kill me, and…"

"Hey. I don't remember asking you to tell me about your life, vaultie."

"Oh, sorry ! It's just that I got lost. I was with someone heading to a place called New Vegas, but a big monster pulled him into a hole, then this thing attacked me. You seem nice, and I could use some help…"

"No."

“Wait. But wait !” the girl begged, following her as she went to carve the yao guai. Not the best meat, but she had just wasted five bullets for that, and the noise had either scared away the easy preys or attracted the attention of the dangerous ones.

Y/N vacillated between ignoring Lucy and threatening her, asking her to leave, but after exchanging names, the vaultie seemed to have decided that they were now best friends and should stay together.

No doubt taking her savior's silence as an invitation, she continued to talk about what had happened to her, between her meeting with a man named Maximus, and the inhumane treatment she had suffered at the hands of a mercenary.

Completely incoherent, she ended her story by explaining that she had abandoned her potential boyfriend to go on an adventure next to the guy who tortured her, with the aim of finding her dad and discovering who had destroyed the entire planet.

It was quite funny, because Lucy reminded her a bit of herself before. Y/N wondered if Cooper had seen her like that when they met, a lost and stupid thing.

At the same time, the girl's reasons for living were the same as the Ghoul. Find a family member and take revenge on Vault. Amusing. Maybe they would be very happy together.

If we forgot the fact that Lucy thought that no one should be killed, that everyone was nice, and mutual help was a fundamental notion, to start again. Ugh.

"So, some free advice, if you want to avoid having your tongue cut out, remember that it is not a good idea for a little vaultie who grew up in a palace to give big moral lessons to people who have been doing what they can to avoid dying for years, sometimes centuries."

"Why do you call me that ? You come from a vault too, right ? My pitboy picked up yours."

"Hang on. I am a victim of the cruelty of politicians and businessmen, betrayed by my own country and only alive by luck, or bad luck. You are a little vaultie. Now get away before I strangle you."

Lucy continued to follow her. And Y/N could have killed her, she really could have. This wasn't her first rodeo. She had killed a lot of people for less than that. But she didn't really want to.

Maybe she had been alone for too long. Maybe she felt sorry for this girl, like Cooper had felt sorry for her.

A deal was found. If Lucy could keep her mouth shut, then Y/N would help her find her friends so she could resume her main quest. Their paths would then part ways, and everyone would be happy.

Especially Y/N.

Because if she often talked about her dear Max, the little vaultie didn't seem so eager to find her survival partner. This was understandable, since he had tried to kill her several times, shooting her, cutting off her finger, using her as bait, and selling her.

Compared to this guy, Y/N was a saint, an angel from heaven, the perfect friend. When she offered the girl a bottle of non-irradiated water, she seemed about to ask her to marry her.

“You must be the only person in all the wastelands with good water !”

"It doesn't come cheap. But… I made a promise."

“My lovely traveling companion forced me to drink disgusting water and eat a man.”

"Charming."

Even though she seemed sweet and pure, Y/N continued to be wary of Lucy, sleeping with only one eye open and waiting for the moment when she would try to stab her in the back. First rule, don't trust anyone.

It had happened before. Never again.

Even after three years, the wound was still raw.

It was only when she saw the fear and regret in Lucy's eyes that Y/N restrained her action, yet ready to plant her blade the moment she had shown her the photo, taken out of her bag, asking her if it was her family.

Cooper hadn't been her family. He had been an asshole, who had manipulated her, who had made her believe that he loved her, and that she could love him, before abandoning her like a dog on the side of the road.

"Be careful with this Maximus. Men never change. He will take what he wants from you, and you will be hurt."

“He’s not like that.”

"I didn't think Coop was like that !" she shouted, really getting angry for the first time at Lucy, who jumped. "Yes, I loved him ! I trusted him ! It was stupid of me and I will never make that mistake again ! I hope he died in a hole, alone and in pain !"

"… Can I throw the photo away then ?"

“Give that back !” Y/N said quickly, snatching the only souvenir he had left from her hands and putting it safely in her pocket.

Lucy's sad smile indicated that she wouldn't have destroyed the photo. How sorry she was, for having gone through her things, and for having caused her pain by forcing her to talk about this man who had been so important. Also that she was happy, to see that despite her speeches, Y/N still cared for someone, even if she didn't want to.

She had never told anyone about it. It had been a long time since she had said his name, except when she woke up from a nightmare, in the middle of nowhere, calling for him like a child.

Lucy continued to smile, because for her, there must be another explanation for her precious Coop's behavior. She continued to call him Coop, even after Y/N threatened to make her eat her rotten finger.

"I know you don't like talking about him…"

“If you know that, shut up.” Y/N muttered as she continued walking towards New Vegas, trying to ignore the stream of words from the stupid vaultie, bingeing on romance novels and patriotic films.

"From the few things you agreed to share, Coop cared about you. He protected you, he taught you to defend yourself, he gave you a picture of his daughter. For me, this are proofs of love. Actions speak louder than words."

“He promised to come get me and I’m still waiting.”

"Wrong ! You left, you know how to hide perfectly, and you do everything to avoid him ! So, maybe he's been chasing you all this time and you don't know."

"What I do know is that the main clause of our deal was that you would stop talking so much, especially if it was to give such ridiculous and inappropriate advices."

They finally arrived at their destination after several weeks of walking. No sign of Lucy's friend on the way though. Perhaps he had died, or had not continued on his own.

It was clear that he wanted to use the daughter of vault 33 overseer to achieve his ends, and now that he had lost her, there was no point.

The city amazed the girl. It was the first real city she discovered, instead of those piles of ruins full of dust and vermin that were found in the four corners of the wastelands.

Her enthusiasm almost made Y/N laugh. A bit like how she had often made Cooper laugh without meaning to.

Damn, she needed to stop thinking about that bastard so often. Her mother was always saying that we manifest things through emotions and thoughts.

Her poor mother, long dead, but who had always been right.

As soon as her eyes landed on him, Y/N was crouched behind a wooden crate, watching Cooper Howard, fucking Cooper Howard, sitting near the casino, seemingly waiting for someone.

Seeing her, Lucy began to ask her what she was doing, her gaze following hers, and then the reaction was strange. Everything about this girl was strange anyway.

She started to smile.

Worse, she waved an arm at the Ghoul in greeting, opening her mouth to get his attention as she realized it wasn't enough, his cowboy hat falling over his face.

Y/N quickly grabbed her arm to pull her towards her, asking her what she was playing.

"It's the mean bounty hunter who accompanies me !" she replied happily, as if everything was normal.

For a moment, Y/N wondered if Lucy was making fun of her. If from the start, this was just a horrible joke against her, the continuation of a torture started in this seedy bar.

Then she told herself that if someone made fun of her, it was just fate.

Because she remembered that she had only described Cooper, continuing not to have any particular interest in his condition as a ghoul, and with her goodness as a jug, Lucy had not wanted to reduce him to his appearance either.

The difference was that he didn't give his name to his new pet.

“I knew you were an idiot, but not that much.”

"What ? Why ?" Lucy wondered, slightly offended and trying to free herself.

"You can't trust him. You already know that, why do you want to go back with him ? Look… I can help you find your father, okay ? Find Max. Whatever you want, but let's avoid this bastard and let's leave quickly."

"Golden rule. We said we would wait near the casino, he's there, I'm not leaving him."

With this serious look, the vault dweler would almost have looked frightening. Almost. It was mainly because it was obvious that it was impossible to reason with her that Y/N let her go, not waiting for her tirade about great friendship and the need to stay together to run as far as possible.

If Cooper noticed them, she didn't give him time to really see her, nor to catch up with her or shoot her.

Y/N didn’t turn around to check. Not because she was afraid of him chasing her. But because she was afraid that not only would he not pursue her, but she would also see him with Lucy.

Because even though he had tortured her, insulted her, threatened her… He was in front of the fucking casino waiting for this girl. And it really hurt.

#fallout #the ghoul #cooper howard #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard imagine #cooper howard fanfiction #lucy maclean

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dailynnt · 2 months ago

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ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 1/?

⋆˙⟡ Warning: English is not my native language, so please be lenient with mistakes in the text 🥹

Chapter 1. An enemy turned savior.

When you took this job in Seoul, you thought only about career opportunities. Good salary, prospects, an office in the city center. Everything seemed perfect... until you started looking for a place to live.

Finding an apartment in a good neighborhood with normal conditions and not a space price? A real quest. But you managed it. It had everything: a spacious kitchen, bright rooms, convenient transportation.

The only downside was your neighbor.

Jeon Jungkook.

The modern embodiment of chaos and narcissism.

He's loud, irritating, incredibly confident, and... absolutely unbearable.

Your quarrels are almost a tradition. He thinks he has the right to do whatever he wants, and you think he's an uncontrollable element that needs to be tamed.

You always knew that Jungkook was a walking problem, but today he outdid himself.

You came home exhausted. There was too much work to do, you could barely keep up with it all, but that wasn't what was draining you the most. The worst challenge was your boss, someone you would have avoided if you could.

He was twice your age, but that only seemed to fuel his interest. Kang Yongwon, the company's CEO, had always made you anxious and disgusted. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and had strong hands that he didn't hesitate to put on your shoulder or on your lower back. His thick black hair was always perfectly combed back, and his eyes were dark, piercing, and full of self-confidence. He smelled of expensive tobacco and heavy perfume that made you grit your teeth.

At first, he only dropped subtle hints. Compliments, too-long glances, imperceptible touches. But now he wasn't just allowing himself more-he was outright stalking you.

You tried to stay away from him as much as possible, hiding your dislike behind a tight smile, but he wouldn't let you rest. You could see his eyes watching your every move. Every conversation with him made you tense to the limit, and your skin burned after his touch, even if it was a light gesture on your shoulder.

You were afraid to say no to him outright. Yongwon was a proud and bossy man, and he had a lot of influence in the company. He could make your life a living hell if he wanted to.

The Friday of the company's seventh anniversary celebration was approac And you were sure that at this party he would try to get close to you. You would not be able to stand being around your annoying boss for long, neither mentally nor physically.

You had no choice. You had to find a way to get away from him.

That's why you were already in a bad mood when you came home today. All you wanted was some silence, a shower, and a quiet evening. But when you stepped out of the elevator, you were blasted with bass so loud that the walls vibrated.

It was like a nightclub.

And, of course, the culprit behind this mess was your "favorite" neighbor. You went into the apartment. You undressed as best you could, ignored the loud music and went to the shower. You took a shower. You had dinner, and the music in Jungkook's apartment never stopped playing.

As you were finishing your dinner, you heard loud voices and realized that he wasn't just listening to music tonight, but it sounded like he was having a real party.

You looked at the clock - it was almost midnight. By law, he should have at least turned down the music, but he didn't. Damn Jeon Jungkook!

You lived on the top floor with the only other neighbor being this smug idiot. The other two apartments remained empty, which probably gave him a sense of permissiveness.

You couldn't take this arrogance anymore, so you grabbed the phone and called him.

"What?" his voice was drowned out by the music.

"Turn off the music right now!"

"What? I can't hear you!"

"JUNGKOOK!"

The answer was laughter and short beeps.

He had dropped it.

He. Had. Dropped it.

You went to his apartment with determination and, without hesitation, knocked so hard that it seemed like the door could fly off its hinges.

A few seconds later, he opened it, looking like he was having a so much fun.

"Oh, Y/N, it's you again. Did you come to complain?"

"Are you serious?" you could barely contain yourself. "What's going on in your head? This is an apartment building, not your private club!"

He leaned closer, leaning his elbow against the doorjamb.

"Calm down, doll. You need to have some fun."

"Fun?!" you took a deep breath. "I don't know how people put up with you. You're arrogant, selfish, and completely irresponsible! Do you ever think about anyone but yourself?!"

His smile disappeared. His eyes narrowed and his gaze became sharp.

"And you consider yourself better?"

"What...?"

"You always walk around with this Miss Right look, as if the world revolves around you. You don't even realize how insufferable you are."

You're staring at him.

"Insufferable? Says the man who has parties in the middle of the night?"

He smiled, but this time there was no mirth in his smile. He tilted his head slightly in your direction, forcing you to lean back.

"Do you know what the strangest thing is?"

"What?" you growled.

"That even when you're angry, you're still so damn cute."

Your cheeks are flaming.

"Go to hell, Jungkook!"

You heard him laughing behind you. You turned on your heels and walked into your apartment, slammed the door.

Why does he have to be such an asshole?

You walked into your office, pausing for a few seconds at the door before taking a deep breath and walking to your desk. You've been feeling stressed out these past few days, and it wasn't because of your usual workload.

It was Kang Yongwon. Just thinking about him made your whole body tense.

You worked diligently, deep in your papers, trying not to think about the fact that he would soon appear. But when the first footsteps echoed down the hall, you immediately tensed up.

He didn't keep you waiting-tall, confident, with the same cold smile on his face. His eyes found you immediately. He walked to the center of the work office and made everyone pay attention to him. Yongwon paused, enjoying the fact that all eyes were on him. Then, in a calm but firm voice, he spoke:

"Attention. As you all know, this Friday our company celebrates its seventh anniversary. The corporate party will be held at the Imperial Seoul Hotel at 7:00 p.m." he stepped forward, slowly surveying the room. "You can come alone or with your partners, the choice is yours. But everyone is must be."

His gaze lingered on you a little longer than the others before he added.

"You are expected to look the part and behave with dignity. I hope we all have something to celebrate."

Yongwon smiled, but it was not warm. It was cold and calculating.

"Thank you for your attention. I'll see you on Friday."

He looked around the office once more, and then, satisfied with the effect, turned and left.

You were sitting with your coworkers in the cafeteria, trying to get your mind off your own thoughts, when one of the girls, Jisu, asked:

"Y/N, are you coming alone or with someone?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but suddenly you saw the silhouette of Youngwon. He was standing nearby and seemed to be listening to your conversation. Something clicked inside you.

"With a boyfriend," you answered loudly, deliberately pausing to make sure he heard. Youngwon smiled before moving closer. And you noticed it, too. When he started moving toward your table, you mentally cursed him.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he said to you and your colleagues. He didn't even wait for an answer, he just plopped down on the empty chair next to you. You clenched your fingers into a fist.

"Did I happen to hear Y/N-shi say you were coming with a boyfriend?" he asked, looking at you with some special interest.

"Yes." you replied.

"How interesting." he nodded slowly. "You never mentioned that you were seeing anyone."

Your coworkers' girlfriends listened to your dialog in silence, and although no one dared to intervene, you could feel their wary eyes on you. Everyone could see that Yongwon cared about you, but this open interest in your personal life made them as tense as you were.

You smiled as naturally as possible:

"My boyfriend doesn't like too much attention, and neither do I. I just didn't have a chance to tell about him before." You said, hiding your excitement behind a smile and a slight bow.

Yongwon didn't change his expression. On the contrary, something untoward flashed in his eyes. He didn't stop smiling, and he looked at his plate of food in irritation.

"So, tomorrow, we'll finally be able to see what he's like," he said, looking up at you and putting a piece of avocado in his mouth.

You instantly felt the tension. Youngwon didn't believe you.

"Yes, you have an able." you nodded, trying not to let your excitement show, "I'll bring him to the corporate party."

Yongwon smiled with satisfaction.

"That's great. It will be interesting to meet them. Well, enjoy your meal, ladies. I must leave you now."

He stood up and walked away, and you felt a sharp pain pierce your temples.

You couldn't bring yourself to look at the girls, who looked at each other in silence. They understood much more than you would have liked.

"What have I done?" - You lifted your hands and rubbed your temples, trying to gather your thoughts.

You came home late again, tired and irritated. You had a thousand and one thoughts in your head. How to get a boyfriend in one day? You couldn't.

You lay on the couch in the living room and scrolled through your Instagram feed, but the content was meaningless to you. Your mind was on a problem that was relevant to you right now. What to do? You might as well ask the first guy you see to pretend to be your boyfriend.

The almost inaudible sound of a combination lock reached your ears, and then the door of Jungkook's apartment slammed shut. And then it hit you.

Jungkook.

He can help you with this idea. He's really the one who can take such an adventure.

But there was one problem... You've been ignoring him for a week.

Not a single greeting, not a single glance in his direction. You didn't want to see him after the last fight. But when you live in neighboring apartments with someone, you can't avoid it.

You did your best to pretend he didn't exist. He didn't seem to mind much, although you could feel his eyes on you every time you walked by.

But today the situation changed.

You were desperate, and you were going to ask Jungkook for help. And if you bring him to the corporate party, your boss will see that your "boyfriend" is not just a fiction, but also incredibly attractive, and maybe he will realize that you are not interested in his flirtations at all. And you'll finally be free of his annoying attention and be able to keep your job.

So you find yourself standing in front of Jungkook's door, late at night, nervously clenching your fists. God, what a humiliation... you have to ask him for help. It seems easier to jump off Namsan Tower. But you don't have much of a choice: either Jungkook as your imaginary boyfriend or the endless courtship of your boss.

You gathered your courage for a few seconds and then knocked.

A moment later, the door opened, and there he was. Jungkook was leaning on the door frame, naked to the waist, wearing gym shorts, with wet hair. Even at home, he looked obscenely good.

"Oh, what an honor." He tapped his fingers on the doorjamb, looking at you with that smile you hated.

"I..." you swallowed, "Jungkook, here's the thing... Could I ask you a small favor?" you asked, keeping your voice steady.

He tilted his head, pretending to think.

"Hmm, a favor? From me? From the guy you've been trying so hard not to notice?" Jungkook pretended to think, then smiled even wider. "Hmm... I guess not."

"Wait. I... umgh...?!" you mumbled. You felt your heart leap out of your chest. You expected him to say no, so you had to try more.

"You've been ignoring me all week, and now you want to ask me for something? Where's the logic, Y/N?"

"Jungkook..." You were about to try to convince him again, but he interrupted you.

"But, you know, I'm interested to hear what you have to say. Tell me what you want, maybe I can do something for you," he said, sounding curious. You were terribly nervous. Your palms were sweating.

"I need to... I have a request that is not quite simple..." you did not know how to say it. In your head, it didn't sound so absurd... "Could I ask you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a corporate event at work?"

He blinked. And then... laughed.

"Are you serious?" he asked through his laughter. You pursed your lips.

"Yes, I am." You answered barely audibly.

Jungkook wiped the corners of his eyes as if laughter had moved him to tears, and then answered:

"No."

"What?"

"I said no." He answered firmly. You felt a wave of panic wash over you.

"Jungkook, please..."

"Oh, now it's 'please'?" He squinted. "Where's your 'go to hell, Jungkook'?"

You swallowed nervously.

"Why I should help you?"

"I have no one else to turn to..." you admitted.

"Give me one good reason why I should say yes."

"Please... Otherwise, I won't be left alone by my boss, who sticks to me like glue. And I know that once he sees how you are..." you trailed off, realizing that you had said too much.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. A sly smile appeared on his lips. You looked away, your cheeks turning slightly pink.

"Fuck it." You whispered to yourself. "You know what I mean..."

"No. I don't know what you mean." Jungkook said, barely able to contain his laughter at how you couldn't admit to him that he was attractive.

"Attractive..." you barely managed to get the words out. His lips stretched into a slow, smug smile.

Jungkook was amused by your desperate look. Excitement flared inside him. He couldn't refuse you. He just liked to tease you. He also wanted to teach you a lesson.

"So you find me attractive? I thought so. Okay, I'm willing to help." Jungkook studied your face carefully. When you looked up at him, he smiled. "But only if you apologize."

"Apologize?"

"If you get down on your knees and apologize for your terrible behavior, I'll play the role of your boyfriend."

You froze. He was looking at you defiantly, arrogantly, insolently.

You clenched your fists. You hated this guy so much. But you hated your boss even more, and if this plan worked...

You closed your eyes, sighed, and after a moment's hesitation, knelt down in front of him. He followed your movements, standing taller. You looked directly into his eyes, showing your anger.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook." You said quietly but angrily. His eyes glittered dangerously.

"Louder!" he demanded. "And more politely, you're asking for my forgiveness, not passing judgment."

"Are you serious?" you protested, still kneeling in front of Jungkook.

"Did you really ask me to pretend to be your boyfriend?"

You sucked in a breath.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook," he said loudly and clearly this time. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, leaning closer to you.

"God, Y/N, you make my imagination go wild. You look so good on your knees."

You stood up sharply, but he grabbed your wrist, stopping you from leaving.

"You know, I would have refused... But you were begging too temptingly."

"Go to hell, Jungkook." You said, abruptly pulling your hand away.

"The old song again?" He rubbed his chin, smiling, "But it's okay, I'm generous. We make a great couple, it'll be fun."

You rolled your eyes, trying not to show how much his self-confidence irritated you.

"So now you agree?" you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I said I would. But we'll have to be convincing." His gaze swept down your body, assessing you.

You pressed your lips together, feeling irritation boiling up inside you at his cocky tone.

"I think I can handle it," you answered dryly, looking away. You honestly wanted to turn around and leave. Jungkook hummed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"We'll see. So when is this big show?" Jungkook asked.

"Tomorrow night." you mumbled, looking anywhere but at him.

"Tomorrow?" He raised an eyebrow. "You had seven whole days to ask me, but you decided to come crawling back now?"

"I didn't crawl!" you snapped back.

Jungkook smiled out of the corner of mouth.

"Yes, of course," his gaze slid down, reminding you that just a minute ago you were kneeling in front of him. You felt your face burning again.

"What time tomorrow?" Jungkook clarifies.

"At seven in the evening."

"Okay, I'll come get you," he paused and then added, "But before that, we need to clarify something.."

You grimaced.

"Clarify?"

"Yes." He grabbed your hand and pulled you into his apartment. "If we want everyone to believe we're a couple, we need to look like one."

You tried to pull away, but he'd already locked the door behind you.

"Jungkook, what are you..."

"We'll work on making our story look believable. For example, how did we meet? How long have we been together? What cute things do we do for each other?" He pulled you to the couch, making you sink down on the soft cushions. You looked around awkwardly, feeling uncomfortable about being in his apartment.

You had been here only once during your neighborhood, when he had forgotten his mail in the common hallway, and you, still being naive and kind, had brought it to him personally (in exchange for a cheeky smile and the phrase: "Maybe you'll make some more tea?").

His apartment was strikingly different from yours. It was spacious, decorated in a minimalist but expensive style - dark furniture, black countertops, built-in lamps that gently illuminated the interior. It was perfectly clean, without any unnecessary things, everything in its place. It didn't look like an ordinary tenant's home.

You suddenly wondered what Jungkook's job was.

He never mentioned a job, never looked exhausted or worried like most people, or like you who have to get up early and run to work. But at the same time, he lived in an apartment like this, wore branded clothes, and drove a car that probably cost as much as your three salaries combined.

Does he also rent this apartment? Or does he own it?

You remembered how, when you first moved in, he came out of the apartment next door and greeted you with words:

"Hello, neighbor. I hope you won't be as boring as the previous ones."

The naive version of you smiled and thought it was just a joke. Oh, how wrong you were.

You pursed your lips and frowned. What is wrong with you? Why are you even thinking about Jungkook? What do you care where he gets his money from? He's an asshole. Arrogant, smug, selfish...

An asshole who went along with your adventure.

You rolled your eyes. Okay, stop thinking about him.

"It's not that hard... You can think of something as you go along..." you muttered, but he ignored you.

"Let's start with the main thing." He abruptly dropped down next to you, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. The distance was between you, but it seemed too small to you. "What are you going to call me?"

"What?"

"My love? Baby? Oppa?"

You're choking on air.

"I won't call you that!"

"What? Don't couples use cute nicknames?" He leaned in a little closer, stirring up a dangerous shiver in you.

You closed your lips, not wanting to indulge him.

"You choose one nickname and use in public. I think it's best if you call me 'love' for the best effect." He squinted slyly. "I have to call you something too..." He looked at you with fervor in his eyes. His hand reached for a to the lock of hair that falls on your face. You tried not to move away. You could hear your heart beating furiously against your chest. Why does he have this effect on you?

"Jungkook, don't give me a nickna..." he didn't let you finish.

"Oh, I already know," his eyes flashed with excitement, "You're going to be my kitten."

You coughed.

"God, ‘kitten’? Are you crazy?" you protested, your face twisted.

"Oh, kitten, don't be so harsh," he said with a snuggle, enjoying your shock.

"I'm going to kill you."

"Well, then tomorrow everyone will know that you are single," he said casually, turning away from you. And then he got up and walked to the liquor bar in the corner of the room.

You watched as he casually pulled out a bottle of whiskey, poured some into a glass, and then turned to you, playfully raising an eyebrow.

"So, kitten, have you made up your mind? You will you go to that corporate party alone and enjoy the company of your boss? I can see that you're desperate, but seem like you to be incapable of negotiating..."

You pressed your lips together, trying not to react to that annoying "kitten" and all the other words he said.

"Okay," you forced out, "but don't be silly."

Jungkook smiled and took a sip of whiskey, then came closer, stopping a step away from you, towering over you for the second time that night. You tilted your head to keep your eyes on him, as if trying to control the situation. But his attentive eyes said otherwise. He seemed to be the one in control.

"No nonsense, kitten," his voice sounded dangerously soft, "but there are a few more conditions."

You raised your eyebrows, inhaling heavily.

"What other conditions?"

"The first is kissing," he said, watching your reaction carefully.

"What?" You stared at him.

"Why," he shrugged, "you don't think everyone will believe in our 'love' if we don't kiss, do you?"

"We can just... I don't know, hold hands?"

Jungkook laughed and shook his head.

"It doesn't work that way, sweetie. I'll touch you whenever I want, wherever I want. And, of course, we'll kiss. A lot."

"I don't think it's necessary..."

"Oh, it's definitely necessary," he sat down again, this time much closer to you and looked defiantly into your eyes, "and you will agree. Because you need my help."

You put your hand to your face and shook your head, feeling indignation boiling up inside you.

"I feel like you are using me, and not me you," you said, laughing almost hysterically. Jungkook laughed too, leaning back on the couch.

"I'm used to doing everything perfectly, so every detail has to be believable. But if you're not satisfied with something, you know where the door is." Jungkook said, keeping his tone indifferent. You turned your head sharply at him.

"Oh, how generous," you mocked, crossing your arms over your chest, "You're offering me terms I can't refuse, and you're also hinting that I can leave?"

Jungkook lazily ran his finger along the edge of his glass and then looked up at you with a look of pure defiance.

"You know, kitten, I like you. You've got a sparkle in you."

"What am I supposed to do with that? Melt away with happiness?"

He smiled, setting the glass down on the table.

"I think you could..."

"What's the second condition?" you asked irritably, trying ignore his playing attractive smile.

"The second condition..." He fell silent, deliberately stalling for time. "I'll decide what you wear."

You rounded your eyes.

"Absolutely not. You won't tell me what to wear."

"Y/N you said yourself that you can't disagree, so I don't understand why you're protesting now. I'm not asking you to do anything, I'm telling you the conditions under which I will agree to work with you." Jungkook said this seriously, without a hint of joking. He seemed tired of your constant resistance.

You clenched your teeth, trying not to show how much he was annoying you with his behavior.

"Gosh…okay," you stood up abruptly, "I'm leaving. Tomorrow at half past seven, I will wait for you."

He watched you, he took the glass from the table, hiding a smile behind the edge of the glass.

"Of course, love," he stretched the last word with a mockery. "I'll send you the dress tomorrow afternoon by courier."

You rolled your eyes a hundred time for this evening and walked to the door.

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WIP Wednesday

yay I finally have something to share for wip wednesday! This is definitely the last sneak peek for my ItaFushi postcards fic, Take This Lonely Heart, because it's finally finished and I'm in the process of editing it. I think I'll be able to post it next Monday!

I wanna share some thoughts I've had during this entire writing process.

I know this is technically the correct way to format paragraphs for literature, but I still don't know if I like this style. I'm so used to the 'no indentations and space between paragraphs' style, but I wanted to try it out, and well I've tried it out, but I might change it back.

Honestly, I'm kinda scared that this fic won't get a lot of attention, for one reason or another, maybe readers won't like my interpretations of character or ship dynamic, or the actual premise or plot of the story is boring or whatever. As much as I keep reminding myself that I'm writing for myself first, I won't lie and say I don't want or care about getting attention from readers. I like to believe that I put a lot of thought and care into crafting this world and it would be upsetting if it flopped.

At the same time, though, I don't want anyone, including my beloved mutuals, to read it for my sake or out of obligation because we're friends. Read it because you like it! I won't be offended or sad if anyone were to drop the story at any point. In fact, I think it's better that way because it won't be wasting your time and I won't get my feeling hurt because it's just a pity read.

I say this especially considering I'll be exploring more mature themes, some of which are pretty personal, like my relationship to alcohol, or trouble with career/work or relationships, loss and grief. I'll also make sure to add any content or trigger warnings before each chapter and in the tags.

And something new-ish to me when it comes to my fic writing is showing more suggestive/sexual stuff. I haven't decided at this point how explicit I'll get, but there will be at least some discussion about sex. I know some people don't like it when characters that are 'minors' in canon get aged up in fanfics, especially in M or E rated fics, so if you're not comfortable with that, it's totally fine to skip my story. The JJK characters in my fic will be in their early-mid 20s (the ages they would be currently), they go to uni and have jobs, and yeah they will be talking about dating/relationships/sex/love, but that's not all of it. I want this to be a coming of age type of story.

I have a fic playlist, which I'll be sharing when I post the first chapter. I've also been tinkering with canva to create a banner graphic. It's not that difficult to create, so maybe I'll keep making them for future chapters. If anything, it's just fun to let my creativity flow!

Anyway, if anyone read this whole thing, thanks! And thanks to my mutuals who have expressed interest in my story. Even if you don't read it or like it, I'm just glad for the support I was given, it really helped to motivate me!

#wip wednesday #itfs postcards au #writing #there is a lot of yapping under that read more just a heads up #itafushi

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the-otherspace · 1 month ago

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The Fine Line Between Dragon and Bird: How Otherkinity and Otherheartedness Overlap

In September of last year, I had the strangest alterhuman-related experience - and this is coming from the guy who is actually multiple guys in one body and who is also a dragon posing as a human. In a strange turn of online events, my anxiety and even my autism had manifested as a newfound identity I hadn't ever considered before. I found myself taking on an otherhearted identity I didn't even know was possible, because I’d never considered it before. One day I was my usual dragonself and the next day, I ended up a dromaeosaur instead.

I was doing my usual mindless scrolling on Tumblr one day and found a great illustration of a fluffy little dromaeosaur. This was the culprit. It was like any other dino post so I filed it away under the “dinosaur tag” tag on my blog with the other posts featuring birds and other related paleo critters, but something felt a little different this time around. Typically, I relate to dromaeosaurs but don’t typically examine that feeling any deeper. But this little thing felt new. It felt very me. Looking at the little creature caused me to shift in a way that was very much not dragon-like (and if you remember me mentioning it at any point, I'm supposed to be a dragon and nothing else.) Imagine my surprise when it was my feet and hands that actually shifted, matching the wing-like arms and the “beast hipped” (translation: theropod) features that all dromaeosaurs have.

In a panic, I asked Tumblr “Hey, can being -hearted come with shifts?” To my knowledge, heartedness was supposed to be something that happened in the mind (or, for some, in the soul.) That's not to say I assumed mental shifts were involved - I had thought this whole time that having a hearttype didn't come with any kind of shifts. Apparently they can! Apparently there have been many discussions unknown to me regarding the fine line between otherkin and otherhearted. I guess I missed the memo.

I spent an entire week in raptor-hand mode accompanied by an almost animalistic anxiety, like my anxiety knew this was the kind of bird-brained fleet-footed anxiety humans don't tend to experience. I had a heightened fight-or-flight response that was similar to how I feel when surrounded by too many people in a public space, except this felt more feral. I felt vulnerable, but also quick to react, like my animalistic instincts were on overdrive. Even the way I walked felt different, like I had nimble avian feet attached to my human torso. I'm surprised I didn't have a tail shift during this because I always feel my dragon tail during shifts. If I did have a bird tail, it probably would have freaked me out how inflexible the thing was.

Unlike most folks I see in my circle of follows and mutuals, I don't personally experience species dysphoria. But this week of dino-shifting caused a strange kind of identity crisis, because I was suddenly something else. Something less mythical, less furry, and something that didn't even have the external ears I'm so used to having! My dragonself is very mammalian in the way it manifests, with fur and paws to match. But my dinoself was feathered, bipedal, and lacked the wings on my shoulders that I was so fond of. My entire species had changed just because I'd looked at some cute fluffy raptor art. It felt dizzying.

So, that week, I was walking around my house in Super Autism mode - raptor hands and all. It reminded me of how I walked around when I was a kid, hunched over and pretending to be some kind of freaky animal (At the time, it probably would have been a sharp-tooth from The Land Before Time mixed with a dragon and the Beast from Beauty and the Beast to make it extra cool and weird.) I tried to downplay the new dino shifts, making sure my partner didn't see me raptoring out in the kitchen as I made my coffee and scurried back to my office. But at my desk, in the middle of my usual blogging work, I kept at least one hand tucked close to my body as if it were a wing, wrist bent in the most bird-like way that I could without hurting the human parts of me.

This new part of me felt similar to the way I talk about my headmates in parts - the angry part, the nurturing part, the sexually-driven part, the part that’s always the voice of reason. I have this intrinsic draconic part of me that feels in tune with my spirituality and my plurality - it’s the form I take in headspace and it manifests as some kind of “astral” form there. But then there’s this pretty literal down-to-Earth (because of flightlessness) part of me that represents more of my physicality - the awkward body posture, the anxiety, the sharpened mind. I am one part mythical space being and one part Earth bird, but the line between them can sometimes feel blurred. For one thing, both are animals. There is still a certain kind of animality to my dragonself, even though I’m otherkin and not therian. Both are creatures that do not exist in this world (as in, their theriform counterparts don’t exist here) so they both feel almost mystical. Also, I don’t actually think I know how to fly as my dragonself, and dromaeosaurs certainly can’t fly. There’s more similarity between these two selves than I expected.

Once Dino Week was over, the shifts subsided and I found myself back inside my familiar and comfortable dragon identity with all the normal shifts I typically experience. The dinosaur stuff never came back so aggressively, but I gained a stronger (and already pre-existing) appreciation for dromaeosaurs and their kin. I've proudly taken on the label of otherhearted and have accepted that there isn't always a full-on separation between otherkinity and otherheartedness. Sometimes, that line gets blurred and we discover more similarities between ‘types than differences.

#stormy.txt #alterhuman #dragonkin #otherkin #plurality #otherhearted #dromaeosaur hearted #alterhuman essays #otherkin essays #essays #community writings

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runningfrom2am · 1 year ago

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leveling the playing field XIII

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there. oh, and manipulation (both of them lowkey)

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a/n: nothing much to say other than thank you guys and i hope you like it :)

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You think you might die from this heat. The ice bag that Coryo brought you only lasted so long, especially when you shared it with the covey, which cut its window of efficacy in half. Both of you trailed behind everyone on the way to the lake, besides for Maude Ivory who found a very comfortable spot on Coryo's back. You should have thought to buy her some new shoes before the several-hour hike, but you didn't think that would be of consequence.

"How is Sejanus?" You ask, making conversation as you wipe the sweat from your brow. You'd like to gauge if Coryo knew anything more about your mutual friend's habit of hanging around with the wrong people.

"He's... yeah. He's fine." Coryo sighs, adjusting his hold on Maude Ivory's legs around his waist as he steps over a tree root.

"You don't sound so sure." You laugh, tilting your head up at him.

The bruise on your cheek wasn't red anymore, now healing into a yellowish hue that Coryo could hardly tear his eyes away from. He wishes you were still in the habit of wearing makeup every day, then he wouldn't have to stare down the result of his failure every time he looked at you. He shakes his head. "Well, I'll tell you about it later."

You just nod, looking down at the ground in front of you to make sure you don't trip. Now it was your turn to wish that the two of you could talk about what's going on between you. Whatever Sejanus is up to with Billy Taupe reminded you that even though you're far away from the chains of the Capitol, you still weren't entirely free. Even if now it was just free of the prying ears of a little blonde girl who loved to talk. "If you could change one thing about your routine right now, what would it be?" You ask, looking up at him again and squinting at the sun as it breaks through the trees above you.

Coryo draws his head back for a moment, confusion washing over his features at the seemingly random question. "Uh, everything. Next question."

"Ah-ah," You shake your head, hair falling into your face which you quickly pull back again. "Only one thing."

"Okay, fine." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Um... not sure, honestly. Maybe I'd have more success trapping those damn Mockingjays." He grumbles, looking up into the treeline.

You laugh, rubbing over the mostly healed scratches on your arms. "Nothing yet, huh?" Up until the point that you forgave him, you had gone out every night for almost a week, having learned a better system for opening the traps that didn't result in them cutting up your arms with their claws. Not so much as a thank you from the birds that apparently could speak, until you had started to thank yourself every time you reached around the side of the traps to open the metal, just so they would echo it back to you. You knew it was crazy, but it had become a fun semblance of a normal routine.

"Not one. Hardly any Jabberjays either, we think someone was setting them free in the night, they were easier to trap at first." He replies, smiling at you despite his frustrations about it. He couldn't wait until they could catch enough for Dr. Kay so he could start shooting them instead. "Rebels, most likely."

"That's annoying." You laugh, trying to hide the nervousness in your tone. "Why would they care about some birds?" It was a stupid question to pose, to poke holes in his only theory when it didn't already point back to you.

"They're hardly more than animals themselves." He grumbles, shrugging. "No, actually, I'd probably spend more time with you, if I could." He changes his answer and effectively, the topic as well. At this, Maude Ivory lifts her head from his shoulder.

"Are you guys in love?" She asks, turning her head so she can look at you now.

"Oh, no." Your cheeks burn as you laugh, shaking your head. "It's complicated big kid business, Maude Ivory."

"That's enough." Coryo chuckles nervously, spinning her on his hip and carefully putting her down. "Go bother the others."

The girl giggles, walking backward in front of you with her shoes in her hand. "It's why, I love you, you're as pure as the driven-" She starts to sing a song you were writing with Lucy Gray, knowingly taunting you, but you're quick to cut her off.

"Hey! Don't!" You laugh quickly, pretending to push her forward so she'll run along. "They've got some thin walls in that house..." You chuckle quietly, avoiding his gaze as you watch her run up ahead.

After a few moments of silence, Coryo speaks again. "What about you? What would you change?"

"Can I be uncreative and say the same thing as you?" You ask, cheeks still red.

"Sure." He nods slightly, a small smile on his face.

"Great, because those birds are starting to get on my nerves." You joke, bumping your shoulder against his arm.

He smiles, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I hate you too."

"Oh, hush. You know I love you." You freeze up as soon as you say it, suddenly it holds a lot more weight to it than your typical friendly banter.

At that, Coryo drapes his arm over your shoulder with a satisfied smile, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"Can you tell me about Sejanus, now?" You ask, head placed on Coryo's lap as you lay on the dock. You had been out of the water for a little while, now, utilizing the sun to dry your wet hair and skin.

He looks back up to the cabin, seeing Lucy Gray and the rest of the covey scattered and picking plants or lying in the grass. "Uh, he just keeps sneaking off, and I found a good bit of money in his locker, but he told me he was broke so... I don't know what he's up to."

You sigh. "I've seen him hanging around Billy Taupe a lot. They're a sketchy crowd in the nicest of terms."

"Well, he is district. It doesn't surprise me that he'd associate with them." Coryo explains, distracted in a weak attempt at braiding a small section of your hair.

"He's gonna get himself killed." You mutter, eyes closed to block out the sun. You couldn't tell Coriolanus about how you ran into Sejanus a couple of weeks ago, knowing he would ask questions about why you were out at that time too. It's easier to lie to Sejanus than to him.

"It's not our problem if we stay out of it." Coryo tries to ease your mind.

"We can't just stand by and watch, though. It'll eat my conscience alive if something were to happen to him."

Coriolanus looks down at you, watching your calm expression form into something resembling worry. He chews on the inside of his cheek and nods to himself. He would have to do something, if Sejanus ended up getting in some kind of trouble, the guilt of knowing without acting will kill you. "Okay. I'll figure something out. I'll get him to keep his distance." He promises.

Days had passed since that interaction, and Coriolanus is crippled by the fear that he made a horrible mistake. He got the full story from Sejanus, and it was worse than he pictured.

You liked Sejanus, at least you acted like it when he was around. Coriolanus could always see that the district-born boy meant something to you, even if it was unclear based on the way you spoke about him when he wasn't present. Him running off into the woods with a bunch of derelect rebels was far from a viable option, Coriolanus wouldn't have it. He couldn't risk your reaction knowing that he told you he would do something to intervene.

He needed to talk to you. You were the only one he could trust to tell about the Capitol-bound recording he sent off of Sejanus' confession, or the news that his family had been kicked out of their apartment back home. He wasn't even sure he wanted to tell you. Coryo had been fighting this internal battle for what felt like ages, so maybe he could just include the basics, leave out his actions, and let you lift some of the tensions from his shoulders by telling him it would be okay. That it would all be over soon, and that you're proud of him for passing his exam. He could get the two of you out of this dump by the end of next week, and he couldn't get you away fast enough.

Unfortunately for him, when he finally arrived at the Hob on his night off you were already on stage with the Covey. You were laughing, dancing and spinning, occasionally joining Maude Ivory on her hip drum while Lucy Gray sang. The crowd loved you, and you loved the attention. He'd be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't love watching you so happy, but the timing was inconvenient at best.

Coryo found his usual spot against the wall, sitting down next to Sejanus. He wasn't about to let him out of his sight, not anymore.

"Give it up for our friends in the band!" He smiles at Maude Ivory's excessive spirit as she holds her arms out to encourage applause before her eyes lock on him. Her face lights up more, somehow, and he greets it with a nod.

She turns to you while music is slowly tuning out, and gives a slight tug on the bottom of your new dress. It had been scuffed up in your fight with Ash, but you had cleaned it up nicely- hardly a stitch was out of place.

You look down at the girl, who just gives a slight nod in the direction of the wall Coryo was sat against. "He's here, you gotta sing it now!" Maude Ivory says, loud enough so you could hear but not enough to be picked up by the mic behind her.

You look very briefly over at Coryo, shaking your head at her as your cheeks turn rosy. "He's never gonna hear it." You say, leaning down to her level. "Who even says its about him, huh?"

"You can't trick me, Sage." She giggles, pointing at your nose.

"C'mon, lets do it!" Lucy Gray chimes in encouragingly as you stand back up. "I'll play for you. All you gotta do is sing."

You roll your eyes playfully, shaking your head again. "No, I-"

"Now, welcome back for her second performance with us, Sage! She's gonna take us over for a minute here. I promise, y'all are in for a real treat." You're interrupted by Maude Ivory making the announcement for you. Internally you cuss, plastering on a nervous smile.

"It's beautiful, you gotta relax." Lucy Gray says in your ear, already adjusting her hold on her guitar. "If I can sing a breakup song to the whole country, you can sing a love song just to the folks in this room. C'mon." She smiles, nodding for you to take the mic as Maude Ivory bows you in.

You'd played this song a bunch back at the Covey's home after Lucy Gray caught you humming the abstract tune of a lullaby your mother used to sing to get you to sleep when you were little. You didn't remember a single word, but the melody was enough for her to recreate and embellish it into one of their songs, to which she insisted you help her write the words for.

Coryo is leaning forward, elbows rested on his knees as he watches you. From what he knew, you weren't much of a singer. The redness evenly spreading across your cheeks and nose in time with the intro music was evidence enough of that.

"Sing for us, sweetheart!" Someone from the crowd calls out, which is matched with whistles that force Coryo to sit up to try and get a look at who the hell is yelling at you. His jaw is seized until he hears your voice echoing through the large room, drawing his gaze back to you on the stage.

"I've taken some hits, so no wonder I'm wary. It's why I need you, you're as pure as the driven snow..." You look over his way only briefly while you sing the first round of the chorus, trying not to let your voice catch from the nervousness still pumping through every inch of your body.

He knows it before you're finished, but the last word, the one you didn't let Maude Ivory get to on the way to the lake, makes his heart flip in his chest. The eye contact he made with you as you said his name was so heavy with everything you've ever wanted to say to one another but never had, and he completely swells with pride knowing that it was about him.

"Cold and clean, swirling over my skin..." The inclination, again, to shout to everyone that you were his girl was immense and overtaking. Just like the first time, but now he knew it for sure. He was positive."You cloak me, You soak right in, down to my heart."

By the time you render the final verse, his whole world has changed."It's why I trust you, you're as pure as the driven snow..."

I'm gonna marry her.

He's up as soon as the song is over, heading for the back of the stage as you take your bow. Your smile is wiped when you look up and he's no longer there, and neither is Sejanus. Worry pools in your insides as you scan the crowd, giving a rushed smile to Lucy Gray and Maude Ivory as you jump down. You hurry to the back of the stage, brow furrowed as you search for Coryo.

By some miracle, he's there. If you're not mistaken, he's got tears in his eyes as he strides up to you quickly, the stage lights leaking past the stage to illuminate him just enough. His pace and his intense expression only worry you more. "Is everything-" You ask frantically, only for your question to be disrupted by his actions.

Coryo takes a deep breath, and then, as soon as you're within reach, he cups your face in his hands and leans in. The world around you seems to fade as his lips meet yours in a passionate, long-awaited kiss.

Time stands still, and in that moment, everything falls into place. The worries that plagued him when he walked in completely dissolved as he felt your hair in between his fingers. When he finally pulls away, a small smile graces his face.

You're both breathing heavily as you stare at each other, and it's then that you realize he wasn't crying due to any kind of upset. He was crying because of you. With a smile so real that you could feel the sun on your back, even late at night in this dim building hundreds of miles from the comfort of your collective home.

"Coryo..." You say, smile fading as you regain perceptions of your real life.

"I know, and I have so much to tell you..." He grins, leaning down to kiss you again.

It was your turn to interrupt, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him in his tracks. Tracks you so desired to follow, wherever they may take you, but right now you had bigger concerns. "No, no it's... where is Sejanus?"

He pauses, and it's like the spell is broken as he straightens his posture, looking around as if Sejanus should be right there. "Uh... shit." He had completely forgotten about his friend as he fell under the trance of your voice, of the song you were singing to him.

You're quickly out from under his arms, walking back around the side of the stage to go look for your friend.

"Coryo-" You stop, and he's right on your heels as you turn back to him, pointing toward the back wall. "Go check the bar. Keep an eye out for Billy Taupe. Obviously. He's probably with him." You instruct and he nods to you quickly before beginning to push his way through all the drunk people in the crowd.

You try and scan the sea of faces, but you don't see Sejanus anywhere. The music the Covey is playing is loud, drowning out any hopes you had of being able to shout for the boy. You could follow Coryo in the search, but that would no doubt just waste time. You groan, pushing your hair back out of your face in frustration. You shouldn't have stopped Coryo from kissing you again, if Sejanus wants to be reckless you should just let him. The two of you already saved his life once, was that not enough for him?

You glance down the deserted hallway to your right, and then your feet are carrying you toward the back room in an instant. You turn the corner and push the sliding door open when you hear shouting coming from the other side. "What the fuck is going on?" You ask, eyes flitting between Sejanus, and the two other boys in the room, alongside a girl who who you vaguely recognize.

"Y/N?" Sejanus asks, turning back to you quickly.

"Y/N..." The girl mutters to herself, rolling the name around in her mind and on her tongue. You can see it in the way she's looking at you. You ignore it, eyes locked on your friend now.

"I told you to not get involved in things you shouldn't, didn't I? Didn't Coryo?" You scold him, gesturing to the door.

"It's not- I didn't know they were going to buy weapons! It's not what I wanted, they told me the money was only for supplies, that no one would get hurt!"

"These are supplies." Billy Taupe's friend, Spruce, replies.

"Why would you trust them!" You spit, pointing vaguely at the other people in the room.

"Listen, Princess-" Billy Taupe starts, a bitter taste to his tone just as the door slides open again. Coryo's frame is blocking your view of the boy in a second, tucking you carefully behind his back.

"Talk to me. Not her." He hisses, and you grab his arm. The feeling of his skin under your palms is comforting, warm, and tense in your grip. "What are you doing, guns, Sejanus?" He turns his attention to your classmate.

"Coriolanus, I didn't know this is what they would do, they lied to me-" Sejanus starts his pleads for help again on a separate set of ears.

Unsurprisingly, his response is almost identical to yours. "You thought they would be honest? What are you doing? There are peacekeepers right outside!"

"That's what I said." You mumble in exasperated agreement "Why did you even give them money at all?" You ask, hoping to get some answers.

"Sejanus wants to run off with these dimwits into the woods up north," Coryo explains to you.

"What?" You ask, shocked, looking past him at the boy you've known for years. The thought of never seeing him again pulls at your heartstrings in a way you're unfamiliar with. "You can't. Absolutely not."

"You're not my Ma, Y/N!" Sejanus spits.

"Wait, I know you." The girl cuts in, pointing at you. "You're that missing girl. From the Capitol. Y/N Y/L/N. My dad got a call about you!"

You freeze up at the accusation, biting your tongue as you look up at Coryo. A memory flashes in your mind, that's why you recognize her. She's the girl who Lucy Gray dropped a snake on in the reaping- the mayor's daughter. "Huh?" You ask, trying to look as confused as possible.

"Don't play dumb, we're past that." She scoffs and you just shake your head.

"Genuinely, don't know what you're talking about." You relax your posture, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Well," She sighs, shrugging sarcastically. "I'll go tell my dad where you are. Your family sure is missin' you..." She starts to take a few steps before the back exit and you clench your jaw at her smug smile. You want to rip the hair out of her head and throw her body in the lake to rot.

"Mayfair, you can't leave." Billy Taupe scolds her, grabbing her arm which she quickly yanks away.

"This is ridiculous and confusing, and you act like I don't see the way you still look at Lucy Gray! Why don't you take her with you instead, huh?"

"She is coming, isn't she?" Spruce asks, seeming just as confused as you in a completely opposite way.

"You were bringing Lucy Gray?!" Mayfair shouts, shaking her head at her (now presumably) ex-boyfriend.

"She said she wanted to come!" Billy Taupe defends and you laugh, shaking your head.

"Okay, so clearly there's some major communication issues in this gang of misfits you've found, Sejanus, so let's just go and leave them to it. It won't benefit you to be stuck in the wilderness with a bunch of starving idiots who will kill each other in a week if they get too lazy to hunt." You plead with him and he shakes his head at you.

"Y/N, wait-" Coryo says, looking back at you only briefly.

"Yeah, Capitol Princess is right. I'm out." Mayfair says, raising her hands in defeat and turning to leave. "You'll all hang for this!"

"This power trip you have about your father being the mayor pales in comparison to what my family has. You'll all be dead by the morning if you say a word." You tell her, voice calm as she freezes, turning to look back at you.

"She's all talk, she won't tell anyone." Billy Taupe tries to defend her from the tensions rising in the room. You were concerned about getting sent home, of course, but if she told about their plans to run, everyone in the room would be executed come the morning light.

"Oh, you think I'm scared of you, Sage? You think I won't tell? Ask Lucy Gray." She's right, Lucy Gray had told you about how this girl was responsible for the reaping being rigged to result in Lucy Gray's death in the games. What they never accounted for was her strength, her intelligence, and her having Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Y/L/N as mentors.

And how Lucy Gray became a victor, known initially to most of the Capitol for her similarities to you. Only, Lucy Gray wasn't bat shit crazy.

Coryo's mind is reeling at the threat made to you as the girl starts to walk away. Within a second, before you can even make a move to tackle her, he's reaching onto the table and grabbing one of the guns. He lines up quickly and squeezes the trigger, letting the bullet fly square into the center of the girl's back. His training had paid off sooner than he thought. Coriolanus wasn't about to have you caught, sent back to a home much worse than that safety hazard at the edge of the Seam where you're currently staying.

"Mayfair!" Billy Taupe is quickly at the girls side, but she's already dead. Sejanus is shaking, and you are fighting back the smile that threatens to form on your lips despite the stress of the moment. "What have you done?" He screams at your friend.

"She was gonna get us all killed!" You defend. "You should be thanking him! Trust me, she was nothing special."

"You've got something comin', Capitol boy." He says, shaking his head as he looks up at the two of you, hatred filling his eyes. "You think you're gonna blame me for this? That you'll never get caught?"

You resist the urge to just shrug, agreeing that no, probably not. Undeniably, your best move would be to blame him. "He was defending all of us, can you not get that through your thick skull?" You settle on, keeping your footing as level as possible as Coryo pulls you back closer to his side again.

"If I swing, for this you will with me!" He screams in anger, back on his feet and moving quickly towards you as Coryo shoves you back behind him, lining up again. He didn't have to shoot, though, because Spruce does. The boy's body flings into the wall to the left of you from the force of the impact, slumping against the floor.

Your heart is pounding as you look between your two friends. "Sejanus, are you alright?" You ask, trying to approach him as Coryo starts shouting orders at Spruce to get rid of the guns.

"Hey, he's fine." Coryo grabs your arm, pulling you close to him to look at you. "I'm gonna handle this. Get back out there and sing, play the violin, just do something, okay?"

You glance back at Sejanus again, who is clearly panicking so bad he looks like he might faint. "No, I'm not leaving you, and Sejanus-"

"Sejanus is fine." Coryo says again sternly, shaking your shoulders now as he looks into your eyes. "Go back out there. I will handle this. I'll find you soon." He promises, gently pushing you in the way of the door. "Go. Now."

You swallow the anxiety sitting uncomfortably in the back of your throat and nod, glancing only briefly at your friends before you leave, closing the door quickly behind you.

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