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Wounds We Never Show // Ch.4 â jjk.
.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.ă»ă.ă» â„pairing: Jungkook x Reader {she/her, afab} â„genre/rating: 18 +explicit content, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, enemies with benefits â„chapter warnings/tags: Drinking, Swearing, Fighting, multiple uses of the middle finger, some medical talk, Smoking,.........SMUT, making out, heavy petting, dirty talk, protected sex (WRAP IT UP), cum eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, oral (f.receiving), cowgirl, JK a little obsessed with your body (squint), somewhat pathetic jk? yeah its really hot and intense just trust me, like the tension is so.... Oh it all sorts of confusing for everyone's feelings. This chapter had ME giggling â„word-count: 15.1k (hehehe) â„Series Masterlist Previous Chapter ||â„|| Next chapter fic is cross posted to ao3 - send an ask or comment on post to be added to the tag list .ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.ă»ă.ă»
You had hopedânoâprayed, that your gas station encounter with Jungkook would be a one off encounter. You had pushed it from your mind and tucked it away because it probably would be the only time it would happen. It has been kicking up old memories these days. Old frustrations and annoyances as well.Â
Many stories for another time, but college was on your mind now. How everything played out⊠you still to this day have no idea what set Jungkook off so bad.Â
Sighing, you stirred your noodles in your ramen cup, eyes tracing little circles as you zoned out in thought. This side of the hospital was quieter, and you enjoyed the break room here. A small, cozy spot where you could actually hear yourself think. You were so lost in memories that you didnât notice someone else had walked in.
âY/N?â
You blinked and looked up, nearly dropping your chopsticks. Dr. Kim Seokjin stood beside you, his tall frame practically radiating energy. His white coat was open, slightly wrinkled as if heâd been speed-walking for hours, and he was flashing you the kind of grin that could probably be seen from space.
âDr. Kim,â you said, straightening up, a polite smile forming. Youâd wanted to talk with him yesterday, but schedules had kept you both busy. âGood morning, sir.â
âGood morning.â He laughed and held a hand out to you in a theatrical manner. âI know weâve met before but thought I should reintroduce myself. Properly this time!âÂ
âOh, no problem, sir. I feel like I know everything about you already, the others have been filling me in.â You took his hand, and his grip was warm and reassuring, with just a hint of that showmanship flair he couldnât seem to hide.
âAnd Iâve been seeing your work in the charts,â he said, barely pausing for breath. âYour attention to detail is phenomenal! Iâm really sorry I havenât been around to welcome you properly! Vicâs thrilled to have you up hereâI get why,â He puttered around the small room to the counters, taking an apple. âAnd listen, my office is always open if you need anything. Anything. Or just go and pester Yoongi,â he added with a gleam in his eye. âHe needs a good pestering every now and then.â
You laugh, nodding. âOh I have no issue bothering Yoongi.âÂ
âPerfect, you'll do great up here.â Tossing the apple up and catching it smoothly, he began to take a few small steps back out of the room, âWish I could stay and chat more, but surgery calls. But hey, weâll talk later this week. I promise!â
Right then, he bumped backward straight into Vic, who was stepping into the room with a look that could cut through any excuse Seokjin could come up with. She gave him a once-over, crossing her arms and tilting her head.
âShouldnât you be heading to surgery, Dr. Kim?â She asked, her voice dry as sandpaper.
Seokjinâs face twisted into a pout. âWow, not even a good morning, Dr. Kim, you miracle-worker? Or maybe, how was your life-changing surgery last night?â He took an exaggerated bite out of his apple, grinning at her with a mischievous gleam.
Vic rolled her eyes but humored him, voice dripping with sarcasm. âGood morning, Dr. Kim, miracle-worker. How was your life-changing surgery last night? Now can you get to the surgical floor before they decide to operate on you instead?â
âFine,â Seokjin continued to pout as he made his way out of the room, calling back. âIâll have you know I saved at least seven lives last night!âÂ
âGreat, now go save seven more!â Vic let out an exasperated laugh, closing the break room door. You laughed a little bit taking another bite of your ramen. Vic pulled up a chair in front of you, slumping down with a heavy sigh.Â
âHe certainty makes your life easy, huh?â You tease Vic, and she laughs.Â
âOh, definitely,â Vic replied, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her fond smile. âBut heâs a good guy, even with all the theatrics. A great surgeon.â
âI believe it.â You said. Even though it was only your second day up here you had already heard so many good things. You knew Seokjin somewhat but now you felt like you really knew himâeven though you had maybe two conversations.Â
Vic leaned on her hand, watching you with a glint of curiosity. âPlease tell me you have an interesting story or something to distract me with. Iâm about to lose my mind doing the same rounds all day.â
You snort, dragging out a long sigh for effect., âI ran into Jungkook last night.âÂ
Her eyes lit up, and she sat up straight. âOh really?â
âTurns out he works close to where I live. We bumped into each other at the store by my place.â You scrunch your face up in mild annoyance.Â
âBooty call on demand. Thatâs convenient.â Vic laughs to herself but can tell you arenât so amused. âSorry, so was it weird?âÂ
You paused, âA little? He⊠wanted to talk about it.âÂ
âOh, interesting.â Vic scooted her chair closer to you, like you were going to reveal some big secret.Â
So, you told her everythingânot that there was much to tell, but Vic was hanging on every word as if it were the best gossip she'd heard all week. You admitted you were hoping it was a one-off encounter; the idea of walking a couple of extra blocks just to avoid the place was tempting.
âHow fun!â Vic leaned back in her seat and rested her arms behind her head.Â
You roll your eyes, âYou and I have different definitions of fun.â
Vic smirked, a mischievous glint in her eye. âEvery time you guys meet, itâs like God flips a coin. Fight or... you know.â She wiggled her eyebrows playfully, her grin widening as you kicked her ankle under the table.
âStop.â You stood up, mostly eager to escape her relentless teasing.
You pushed the thought of Jungkook out of your mind, spending the rest of the day diving into your rounds. By the time you finished, exhaustion hit you full force, but you decided you needed a quick pick-me-up. Maybe a small snack and an energy drink for tomorrow would do you some good. So you stopped by the convenience store near your apartment again today, hoping for a quiet, uneventful errand.
Well that was up untilâ
âOh god damn it,â you muttered under your breath, spotting Jungkook at the end of one of the aisles. He noticed you at the same moment, blinking as if the universe had just pulled a fast one on him.Â
âYouâre kidding right?â Jungkook whispered into the air, looking up to the ceiling like he was talking to something else. Of course you would be here again, he had purposefully decided to show up at a different time in the hopes he wouldnât run into you again but here you were.Â
You quickly grabbed your snack, brushing past him without a word, darting to the drinks for a swift escape. Jungkook watched for a second before going back to his shopping, both of you clearly trying to act unaffected. After rushing to the counter, you checked out and slipped out of the store as quickly as youâd arrived. Behind you, Jungkook let out a quiet sigh, relieved, mentally vowing to stick to later store runs to avoid the awkwardness.
But the universe, it seemed, had other plans. The next day, the same scenario unfolded.
As you walked out of the store later the next evening, your steps faltered when you saw him entering. His expression mirrored your ownâthe wide-eyed disbelief, followed by something more annoyed and inpatient.
âOh, Jesus.â Jungkook muttered, glancing heavenward as if to say seriously, again?
Your eyes narrowed, your disbelief morphing quickly into irritation. âStalking me now, Jungkook?â Without missing a beat, you bumped your shoulder into his as you passed. Deliberately harder than necessary.
Jungkook snorted, throwing you an unimpressed glance. âYou arenât even worth the breath it would take to come up with an insult,â he muttered, turning away as if the encounter bored him.
You looked back, a mocking smile playing on your lips. âDisappointing,â you said, tone dripping with satisfaction. âYour comebacks are getting lazy.â
Jungkook just went inside, not even bothering with a response. He couldnât help but think three times in the same week? This would be the most you and Jungkook had seen each in such a short period in five years. What kind of joke was this? Was this some kind of punishment for your ill-advised night together? Did the two of you tip some kind of karmic scale somewhere so you were doomed to keep running into each other? Whatever it was, Jungkook could only hope that this was the last time.Â
Except it didnât end there, cause the next eveningâ
You rounded the corner of an aisle only to freeze, spotting Jungkook standing by the drink fridge again, his back to you. He turned just as you did, his face falling into an exasperated glare. âOkay, now I really need a restraining order,â you said, folding your arms with an annoyed sigh.
âFunny, Iâve been nice enough to come at different times every day. Maybe I need the restraining order.â He pressed his tongue against his cheek, clearly just as irked. He yanked a drink from the fridge with unnecessary force, glancing at you as if daring you to counter him.
You shook your head, unimpressed. âI live in this neighborhood, so if anyone should be giving up their convenience store privileges, itâs you.â
Jungkook let out a dry laugh, stepping closer. âMaybe itâs fateâs way of telling you to find a new place.â
You scoffed, holding his gaze. âPlease. If anything, fateâs just telling you that I was here first. So maybe youâre the one who needs to find a new store.â
âYouâre not nearly as scary as you think you are, you know that?â He smirked, but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes.Â
You raised an eyebrow. âKeep testing me, and you might find out just how scary I can be.â Grabbing your drink, you attempted to brush past him, but he shifted just enough to subtly stick his foot out. The move was barely noticeableâuntil you tripped, stumbling forward. You whipped around, eyes blazing with white-hot rage, only to see Jungkook with a look of pure satisfaction, like heâd just won some unspoken game.
âOh, whoops.â he said, his voice dripping with childish amusement. Jungkook never thought in his grown age he would be intentionally tripping someone else, but he was always surprised when it came to your interactions.
âSeriously?â you hissed, glaring at him.
Jungkook shrugged, clearly unfazed as he made his way toward the counter, all too pleased with himself. âCareful, wouldnât want you to hurt yourself.â
You let out a scoff, not caring about the stares from the other customers as you muttered under your breath, âFuck you.â
Jungkook looked back with an infuriatingly casual grin, then quickly left with a wave before you had the chance to retaliate. He was out of the store and gone before you could fully process the whole interaction, leaving you fuming and oddly rattled, wondering just how far this little war would go.
The tension between you two was unmistakably intensifying, each encounter adding to the growing irritation. Determined to avoid him, you decided to go to the store way earlier than usual the next day. Youâd planned it all out in your head, you scoped out the store through the window, even checked up and down the street for any sign of him. It had appeared to be all clear. All you needed was some ibuprofen so this should be quick. Confident, you headed on inside, grabbed what you needed and checked out, hoping to finally break the streak of unfortunate coincidences.
But, of course, fate was not done testing you.
As you stepped out of the store, bag in hand, you glanced left and there he was. This time, he had a friend with him, chatting casually as they strolled down the street. Jungkook spotted you at the same moment, his face shifting from casual amusement to a mix of disbelief and exasperation.
A laugh escaped your lips despite yourself, part amusement and part resignation. The absurdity of it was almost impressive at this point. Jungkookâs friend noticed the interaction, giving him a curious look. Jungkook just sighed, visibly exhausted by the constant run-ins. Now Jimin got to experience this chance encounter.
At this point, youâd completely abandoned any pretense of politeness. Without breaking stride, you lifted both hands, middle fingers raised, and started walking backward up the street, smirking as you saw the irritation flicker across Jungkookâs face.
âReal mature.â Jungkook called, shaking his head.
You shrugged, calling back, âI go high when you go low.â With that, you turned on your heel and continued down the street. Jungkook sighed, grateful this encounter hadnât escalated further.
Jimin watched you walk away, eyebrows raised. âYou gonna explain what that was all about?â
âThat,â Jungkook muttered, heading into the store, âwas a usual encounter with Y/N.â
âOh⊠oh.â Jimin nodded, connecting the dots. He and Jungkook had been friends for ages, so although he hadnât met you before, heâd definitely heard tales of youâand now he was seeing it all firsthand. âYou really werenât joking.â
Jungkook snorted, grabbing a snack. âI couldnât make this up if I tried.â
Jungkook began to give Jimin a quick rundown of the weekâs events as they walked back to the office after getting a few things. Jungkook describes each encounter more ridiculous than the last, his annoyance apparent. Jiminâs grin only grew wider with every detail, eyes gleaming with amusement.
âWait, so youâve really been running into each other all week?â
âLike clockwork,â Jungkook muttered, exasperated. âItâs like she knows exactly when Iâll be here.â
âWell if you go missing, Iâll know where to start looking for you.â Jimin joked and Jungkook brushed him off.Â
It wasnât a joke. If Jungkook did go missing you probably would be the first suspect. You werenât too far off from wanting to strangle him usually so it would be justified.Â
Now it was Saturday and you were back at work so you decided to just avoid the store altogether today, no way you could run into him if you just didn't show up. Plus tonight you would be going out. Ash and you planned to go to an emo night and you couldnât wait, it was your reward for making it through this week for sure.
Still, you found your thoughts drifting to Jungkookâs irritatingly smug face as you went about your work. You were so distracted that you barely noticed Ji-eun watching you, a touch of concern in her eyes.
âYou okay, kid?â Ji-eun asked, her voice pulling you out of your thoughts. She tilted her head, studying you.
You blinked, realizing youâd zoned out completely. âSorry,â you said with a sheepish smile as you noted her blood pressure on your tablet. âI got so distracted I didnât even realize you were talking.â
She laughed, waving a hand as if brushing away your apology. âOh, donât be silly. I was just rambling about my kids anyway.â She gave you a knowing look. âBut I can tell somethingâs weighing on you.â
You were a little taken aback by her question, âOh itâs just personal things.âÂ
âWell Iâve got loads of advice if you need some. Iâve nothing better to do these days.â She gestured around at the obvious surroundings, she must have been getting bored as even though its only been a few days. The room had slowly been filling up with crochet projects, the corpes of the failed pieces had piled up in the corner of the room. âCome on, you can tell me while you finish up.âÂ
You chuckled, typing a few notes into your tablet. âItâs complicated⊠thereâs this guy.â
Ji-eun cuts you off with a knowing smile, âAin't it always a guy.âÂ
You laugh but shake your head, âNot with me usually. Itâs also not like that⊠this guy is seriously justââ You paused, your mouth in a tight line and your shoulders rising just at the thought of Jungkook, âan absolute nightmare.â
âNightmare? He sounds intense. What did he do to earn that title?â Ji-eun asked, her eyes wide with amused curiosity.
âNow that is a much longer and complicated story.â You sigh, continuing to move around her, beginning to inspect her skin.Â
âAgain. I have all the time in the world.â Ji-eun really was desperate for a good story, and honestly you were a little desperate to lay it all out on the table again.Â
 You found yourself more willing to spill the details than you expected. âWe knew each other in college but had a big blowout. Then ever since, we fight and argue and it sometimes borders on physical altercations. Iâve never met anyone who can get under my skin like he does. But we ended up as the maid of honor and best man at our friendsâ wedding, and I thought maybe, just maybe, weâd be able to be civil.â
âAnd?â she prompted, amused.
You shook your head, moving to examine her skin as part of her routine. âWe just fought again. Normally, I can avoid him in most situations, but this week? Iâve run into him every single day. Itâs like heâs popping up everywhere.â
âSounds like the universe is really having a field day with the two of you.â She grinned at you childishly.
You rolled your eyes, laughing as you checked Ji-eunâs arms and made sure there were no signs of discoloration or swelling. âFeels like it. I keep turning corners, and there he is, just⊠waiting to ruin my day.â
Ji-eunâs smile softened as she watched you, nodding as you recounted the drama. âSounds exhausting,â she said gently. âSometimes, we end up running into people like that for a reason though. Especially because it sounds like there is major unfinished business here.â
You sighed, moving down to check the circulation in her legs, grateful that she didnât seem to mind your rambling. âOh, thereâs a reason all rightâto remind me that my patience has limits.â
She chuckled, shaking her head. âBelieve me, Iâve had my share of people who made my blood boil. But, you know, it made me realize that some people test us because they see something in us. Sometimes, even if itâs frustrating, itâs a chance to learn something.â
âI donât think thereâs anything he sees in me other than a chance to annoy me. Itâs been five years of this so if I was supposed to learn something I would hope I would have figured it out by now.â You note a few things in her chart. Ji-eun hadnât been showing really any signs of fatigue lately but you could tell that she was shaking a little bit when holding up her legs.Â
Ji-eun tilted her head, her tone thoughtful as she continued. âSometimes, weâre put in front of the same person over and over because itâs lifeâs way of pushing us toward something or to be better. And that doesnât have to mean romanceâit could mean resolving something. Or maybe finding a way to make peace? Maybe this is the universe saying hey, heres you opportunity to fix everything?â
You scoffed softly, checking her pulse and nodding as it came back steady. âI donât think peace is anywhere in our future.â
âMaybe, maybe not. Just donât let him control your day-to-day. One lesson Iâve learned is to live for what makes you happy, not what keeps you frustrated. You donât have to let him have so much power over your mood. Heâs just a stupid boy after all. Sometimes, itâs just about saying to yourself, Heâs not worth it.â
You considered her words, hesitating as you updated her notes on your tablet. She was right; it was draining to have Jungkook on your mind constantly, even if it was just anger. Maybe part of what frustrated you was how much headspace he took up, how he seemed to affect your peace.
âI guess I hadnât realized how much he had been ruining my mood.â You let out a long dragged out sigh, âYou are pretty good with the advice.â
âI know!â She flashed you a big cheesy grin again, immediately improving your mood. âI donât have any daughters so itâs nice to grant what wisdom I have to someone else. About boys and other things.â
 You finish up with Ji-eun and you continue about the rest of your day in a much better mood. She was absolutely right, Jungkook was an idiot and you should not let him ruin your mood. After all you finally were going to spend a fun evening out with Ash. So you picked yourself up and pushed through the rest of the day to get to this evening. Ash would be coming over since she wanted to steal some clothes and make up for you.Â
The two of you would be joining Hoseok for an emo night at the club you went too for Melanie's Bachelorette party. You had really been looking forward too it all week. It would be your reward for surviving Jungkook.Â
Once you made it home, Ash had already arrived and was waiting outside. She made herself very comfortable shuffling through your closet like she lived here herself. You had already picked out an outfit aside so now you were really just waiting on Ash to make some decisions. In her rummaging you decided to call Melanie, filling her in on your eventful week with satan's spawn.Â
âI think youâre being just a tiny bit dramatic,â Melanie said, her voice crackling through the phone as you absentmindedly scrolled on your phone. Namjoon and Melanie were still on their honeymoon but Namjoon wasnât feeling good so she had a few minutes to talk.Â
âI donât think shopping at the same convenience store is going to kill you,â Melanie continued, the patience in her tone borderline condescending.Â
âYou donât know that!â You protested, âFor all I know, he could hex the place. Next time I walk in, bam! Up in flames.â
âHighly unlikely,â she said, her voice dry.
âI mean,â Ash pipes up from inside your closet, having pulled out a dress only to toss it back in. âYou canât completely rule it out, though.â
âSee? Ash gets it.â
Melanie sighed. âFine. If you go back to the convenience store and spontaneously combust, I will issue a formal statement in your obituary that I was wrong.â
âItâs the least you could do,â you said, throwing in an exaggerated sniffle for dramatic effect. You could practically hear Melanieâs eye-roll through the phone.
âStill, itâs kind of weird that youâve lived there this long and never run into each other.â she muses.
Ash agrees from your closet. âJungkookâs been working at that firm for like two years. Itâs shocking your paths havenât crossed.â
âItâs a sick, twisted joke is what it is,â you huff, folding a pair of jeans that Ash discarded. âCanât believe he tripped me.â
âAgain, dramatic,â Melanie muttered.Â
âYeah yeah enough about me. When do you guys get back? I need some Melanie time.â This was probably the longest stretch of period you had gone without seeing Melanie. You had been attached at the hip since you met basically.
âTomorrow night, we will be in super late. Someone wanted to be back to work on Monday.â Her tone clearly pointed towards Namjoon. You let out a snort. Itâs been two weeks since the wedding so Namjoon was probably itching to get back to his routine.Â
Ash came out of your closet with a dress and leather jacket combo, âHow does this look?âÂ
You think for a moment, âIf you accessorize it I think it will be great.â Which you had plenty of accessories to dress it up just right. You also needed her to decide because it was already late and you two needed to start getting ready.Â
âI canât believe you guys are going out without me. You must hate me.â Melanie whines on the other side of the phone and you laugh at her.Â
âYou are in paradise. With the love of your life,â you laugh, plopping your phone down on the bed as you slip on your outfit. âI would take that over an emo night any day.â
âNo, you guys hate me,â she insists, fake-crying loudly into the phone. You and Ash exchange amused glances.
âAw, poor baby,â Ash coos into the phone, laughing as she rummages through your jewelry box.
After some playful back-and-forth, Melanie finally hangs up, still grumbling in betrayal. You and Ash pick up the pace, now racing against the clock to get ready. Ash is better at makeup than you, so once sheâs done, she helps you with a bold, modern emo lookâsharp eyeliner and dark lipstick that gives a bit of edge without going full 2010s throwback.
After some last-minute touch-ups, you and Ash finally head out, both buzzing with excitement. The club is packed when you arrive, but the line moves quickly, and soon youâre slipping inside to the familiar pulse of music and flashing lights. Inside, you and Ash share a grin, already swept up in the energy of the night.
Once inside, the club is already alive with energy, dark lights and neon hues casting a moody glow over the dance floor. People are scattered around, some nodding along to the beat, others fully immersed, lost in the music. You and Ash weave your way through the crowd, searching for Hoseok.
It doesnât take long to spot him by the bar, where heâs already ordered a round for the three of you. Heâs dressed to match the nightâs vibe, with dark clothes and a silver chain, looking effortlessly cool. He grins as he catches sight of you both.
âMy babies! Took you long enough!â he teases, sliding the drinks over as you reach him.
âBlame Ash,â you reply, elbowing her playfully.
Ash scoffs. âPlease, youâre the one who needed help with eyeliner!â
âWhatever, itâs time to actually get this party started!â Hoseok says. The three of you clink glasses, laughing as you take your first sips. The familiar taste mixes perfectly with the thrum of guitar filling the air, already pulling you into the spirit of the night.
A song Ash knew immediately filled the air of the club and Ash let out an excited yell, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the dance floor. You barely have a moment to take another sip before sheâs dragging you through the crowd, laughing all the way.
Hoseok follows, and soon the three of you are lost in the sea of people, letting the music take over. Ash throws her arms up, singing along to every word, and you find yourself joining in, laughing when you miss a lyric here or there. Hoseok, usually the smoothest of dancers, isnât above a little head-banging, which only makes you all laugh harder.
After a while, you retreat to the edge of the dance floor, panting and grinning. Hoseok comes back with another round, passing you something sweet. The refreshing drink is exactly what you need after dancing up a storm.
âOh, this is perfect,â you sigh, savoring the cool, sugary flavor.
Ash, fanning herself dramatically, suggests, âLetâs catch some air.â You and Hoseok nod, following her outside. The November night is brisk, and the cold air hits you like a splash of waterâinvigorating after the clubâs stuffy heat. You take a deep breath, grateful for the moment to cool down.
As you settle into a quiet corner on the patio, mostly used by smokers, Ash turns to you. âWas that bartender from last time here?â she asks, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
You shake your head, a little disappointed. âNope. I was hoping to see him, though! Maybe heâs just not working tonight.â
âBoo,â Hoseok pouts, placing his hands on your shoulders and giving you a playful shake. âDonât worry, we can find you someone better.âÂ
âOh yeah?â you laugh looking over your shoulder at him.Â
âHe does know like everyone.â Ash smirks, it was true. It was always a staple for your group outings that Hoseok always knew someone. Hoseok is a magnet for people. Outgoing and effortlessly charming, he always manages to bump into familiar faces no matter where you go.
Hoseok just shrugs with a mischievous smile. âWhat can I say? Iâm a people person.â
âI think Iâm okay.â You giggle leaning against one of the walls next to you guys.Â
Hoseok does seem to have something catch his eye a little too quickly. âDonât hate me but Iâll be right back.âÂ
Before either you or Ash could get a word in Hoseok hopped away over to another group that was just out of your sight. âHow does he do that?â Ash laughs trying to follow him with her eyes.Â
âI donât get it either. He just loves meeting people.â You sip on your drink for a second, it giving you a much needed buzz. Hoseok definitely made sure this second drink was a little stronger than the first.Â
âOh I think he is waving us over.â Ash grabs your wrist and starts pulling you in his direction. It takes a little bobbing and weaving past other groups out here but he eventually comes into sight. Waving at the both of you with a big smile on his face from something someone said in the group.Â
âJimin!â Hoseok gestures enthusiastically as you approach. âMeet my friends Ash and Y/N!â
Jimin turns, flashing a warm smile as he extends his hand. âNice to meet you both! Hoseokâs told me all about you.â
âOh no,â Ash teases, shaking his hand with a stare at Hoseok. âI hope he didnât embarrass us.â
Jimin laughs, his eyes crinkling in the corners. âOnly good things, I promise. Youâre safe.â
As you shake his hand, something about him feels strangely familiar, though you canât quite place it. âHow do you know Hobi?â
Jimin grins, throwing an arm around Hoseokâs shoulders. âOh, we go way, way back. I could tell you so many stories.â
âWay too many,â Hoseok chuckles, nudging him. âI donât need them using any of those stories against me.â
âToo late,â you laugh, and the three of you share a smile.
 Just then, Hoseokâs eyes light up as he glances to the side. âAh, there you are!â he says, breaking away from Jimin to greet someone else.
You follow his gaze, and your heart skips a beat as you spot Jungkook, striding over with his usual relaxed confidence. He was in a dark shirt with a printed ribcage on it and wore a leather jacket on top and fitting cargo pants, and really large combat boots. Definitely understanding the assignment for the theme. It takes you a second to register that itâs actually him standing there. You instinctively turn to Ash, who has her mouth wide open in shock before breaking into quiet laughter at the absurdity of your luck.
âJK!â Hoseok says warmly, pulling Jungkook into a quick hug.
Jungkook, still oblivious to you, is in mid-conversation with Hoseok when Ashâs laughter finally catches his attention. His eyes shift, first to Ash, and then they land on you. His smile fades, and you can see the disbelief setting in.
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me,â you scoff.
âWhat are the odds?â Jungkook's expression turns equally unimpressed. âThis night just went downhill.â
âBelieve me, Iâm just as thrilled to see you.â you retort, crossing your arms.
Hoseok glances between the two of you, clearly caught off guard. âWait, you guys know each other?â
Ash covers her mouth, barely containing her amusement. âOh, they know each other all right.â Although sometimes you and Jungkook took your fights too far, Ash did find quite a bit of entertainment in them.
âOh youâre Y/N?â Jimin piped up after noticing the draggers you and Jungkook were throwing at each other with your eyes. âThis guy hasnât shut up about you all week. I saw your theatrics yesterday. Really funny.â
Any other time you would have cringed at your public display of hatred but you were too busy focussing on Jungkook standing here. You didnât notice it until now but he had a lip piercing. You had no idea he had a lip piercing did you? Was it fake? âWow talking about me to your friends, it seems you really are my biggest fan arenât you?â You say, disdain in your tone.Â
Jungkookâs eyes glint with mischief. âBiggest fan? More like a spectator. Someone has to make sure you donât take down the whole room with you.â
You scoff, shaking your head. âPlease. I think youâre just secretly obsessed with me. Itâs kind of pathetic, actually.â
âHey, okay, how about we reel it in.â Ash throws an arm over your shoulder, wanting to break the tension before it gets too high. You finished off your drink with some annoyance, you were just getting started.
âYes, how about another round?â Hoseok looks around the group. Ash nods a little too enthusiastically and starts pushing you away. You were giving the death glare to Jungkook until you could no longer see him over your shoulder. Hoseok trailing close behind.Â
âSheâs cute, I see why you fight with her so often.â Jimin pokes Jungkooks cheek to tease him and jungkook swats his hand away.Â
âItâs really not like that.â
âWerenât you telling me the other day that you guys called a truce at that wedding you went to or something? What happened there?â Jimin folded his arms over his chest.Â
âA temporary truce. Back to our normal selves now.â Jungkook pulls out a cigarette and his lighter from his pocket. Lighting up the cigarette and taking a long drag, brushing past the subject. He would find any reason to not have to talk about you anymore.Â
âWhat did you guys do to make it work?â Jimin found his curiosity piqued the more Jungkook tried to push the subject away, Folding his arms over his chest.Â
âWhy so curious?â Jungkook raises his eyebrow, offering the cigarette to Jimin as a way of distraction.
âWhy are you avoiding the question?â Jimin could tell Jungkook now had more to tell than he was letting on.Â
âAvoiding what?â Taehyung strolled up the both of them, Jungkook and Jimin had gotten so wrapped up that they forgot they were waiting for him to arrive. Which was the whole reason they had been hanging out here at all.
âLook who finally showed up,â Jungkook says, giving Taehyung a side hug.Â
âHeâs avoiding my questions about Y/N,â Jimin informs Taehyung, taking another drag from the cigarette before Jungkook snatches it back.
Taehyung let out a breathy laugh, âJesus, where can you even start with the history between these two.âÂ
âYou just missed a sparkling encounter between them.â Jimin nodded his head inside where you had gone. Taehyung immediately perked up.Â
âSheâs here? Where?â Taehyung glancing around to see if he can spot you.Â
âOh so you like Y/N?â Jimin asked.Â
âOh sheâs awesome.â Taehyung beamed, he really did think highly of you. Jungkook is very obviously peeved by your glowing review from Taehyung. âOh come on, she's so sweet!â
âInteresting.â Jimin nodded, rubbing his chin.Â
âMore like rotten inside and out.â Jungkook mumbled, letting his annoyance bubble up.Â
Taehyung bumped Jungkook's shoulder with his own, âHeâs an unreliable source. Sheâs never been anything but wonderful to me. Oh, if only she would accept my hand.â Taehyung dramatically sighed a hand on his forehead.Â
âPlease Iâve never seen you commit to keeping a plant alive, let alone to another person.â Jungkook laughs.Â
âTrue,â Taehyung grinned, knowing full well he'd probably leave with someone by the end of the night, just to add to his reputation. âBut sheâs gorgeous, and sheâs way too good for anyone.â
âCan we please talk about something else?â Jungkook groaned, feeling his skin prickle at the mention of you.
âOh, she really gets under your skin, huh?â Jimin smirked, clearly enjoying Jungkookâs discomfort. âIâll have to keep this in mind.âÂ
âYou donât even know the half of it.â Taehyung rolled his eyes knowingly.
Jungkook tried his best to steer the conversation elsewhere, but Jiminâs interest only seemed to deepen. Jungkook could already tell this topic wouldnât die easily, especially with Jimin's tendency to dig for juicy details.
As the night wore on the three of them eventually made it back inside and had a handful of drinks of their own. Enjoying the music, and singing along to the songs. So were you Ash and Hoseok. You all had basically stayed glued to the dance floor when you were not getting more drinks. Screaming at the top of your lungs and rocking out as hard as you could. Your worry about Jungkook ruining the night had melted away rather quickly with each shot you took.Â
Except with each shot you took the more confident and adventurous you got. You had a tendency to wonder when you got drunk. Which was true tonight and Ash had been trying her best to keep you close, knowing this fact. Then one minute she looked away and you were gone when Hoseok stepped away to get everyone some waters. Ash pushing through people around the club was looking for you but couldnât manage to find you. Her concern grew more the longer you seemed to be missing, it didnât help she was rather intoxicated herself so her location skills were very dulled. Ash texted Hoseok what was happening and he was also on the move around looking for you.Â
Ash emerged out of the crowd to eventually bump into Taehyung and Jungkook trying to go out onto the floor.
âTae?â She looked at him confused but then relieved, âI had no idea you were here.âÂ
âHey!â Taehyung slurred his words as he pulled Ash into a hug, âWhere have you been all night?â
âOn the dance floor!â She grinned, grabbing his and Jungkookâs arms to steady herself. âHey, have either of you seen Y/N? She tends to... wander after a few drinks, and I canât find her.â
Jungkook shook his head, âNot since we saw you guys outside.â
âCan you please help me find her?â Ash knew asking for anything from Jungkook when it came to you would be a long shot.Â
âOf course we will.â Taehyung nodded his head vigorously and patted Jungkook on the back, âWe are on it.â
Ash gives a thankful smile between the both of them, âThank you, please text me when you find her.â Ash then without another word moves on to continue trying to find you.Â
Jungkook groaned, the alcohol making him a little too open with his emotions. âDo I have too?â
âYes. Be a good friend to Ash and look around.â Taehyung pushed him into the opposite direction of himself, thinking maybe that splitting up would make it easier.Â
Jungkook trudged around the edge of the club looking in tables and in darker corners to see if you had gotten scooped up somewhere or were clinging to a wall. He decided you probably also were going to need some water once he found you and you would need a minute to sober up. The water cup he got posed a little bit of a spill threat anywhere he went though. He was pretty tipsy himself but not enough he wouldnât recognize your annoying face or voice when he spotted it. He was having no luck this way so he decided to move around the dance area to see if maybe you had got swept away with some of the crowd.Â
Which Jungooks thought wouldnât be too wrong. You really had just gotten pulled into the crowd, you hadnât really noticed Ash had gone missing since you were just enjoying the music. You had sent a few drunk voice messages to Melanie, who you were sure would have some hilarious responses too in the morning. You had become overwhelmed with the amount of people around you and the heat though so you decided to start pushing your way out, which doing while rather tipsy was somewhat difficult.Â
You felt yourself tilt a little and bump your head straight into someoneâs chest. What you didnât immediately register was that the front of your top had become completely soaked. Shocking you almost to a sober state from the ice cold water. You immediately felt bad because you may have just accidentally bumped into someone and their drink spilled down on you.
âIâm so sorry.â You throw your hands over your mouth and look up to see the person, finding Jungkook to be on the other end of your apology, âOh itâs you again!âÂ
âShit.â Jungook knew how cold that water probably was. He really did feel bad that it got split but you had come outta nowhere at him.
You scoff and glance down at your now soaked front annoyed. Your wobbly brain not totally thinking straight. âYou totally did that on purpose.â Just as you were saying it you swayed a bit. Jungkook notices you losing your balance and steadies you.
âAsh asked me to find you. That water was for you.â He helped move you away from the center of the room and to a less crowded spot.
âYeah whatever. You wanted to embarrass me right? Cause I embarrassed you in front of your friend Jim.â You slur and start to stumble away from Jungkook. If it werenât you he may have laughed at the thought of someone calling Jimin Jim instead.Â
âBelieve it or not. I donât spare you that much thought.â Jungkook rolled his eyes, but continued to follow you. Making sure you didnât fall flat on your face, which would have been amusing in his mind.Â
Jungkook tried to keep his hands on your shoulders to guide you away but you kept swatting them off of you. âYour voice is so annoying. Youâre annoying. Get away from me, annoying boy.âÂ
âI am actually trying to help you, Iâll have you know.â Jungkook rolled his eyes. You could swat his hands away a thousand times. He was still going to get you back to Ash.Â
You sway back and forth, it had started to make you feel a little seasick and you were worried you may actually hurl. âI need to go to the bathroom.âÂ
With a reluctant sigh Jungkook nods, âIâll get you there.âÂ
Jungkook helps to guide you. Blocking anyone else from bumping into you. Getting you to the bathrooms. It was just a hallway with a handful of single person bathrooms. Jungkook manages to get you to one that was open at the end. You stumble your way in but donât go to hurl you just press your back to the cold tiles.Â
The small bathroom felt claustrophobic under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights, illuminating the scribbles on the wallsâsnippets of humor and frustration from past patrons. You were acutely aware of the ridiculousness of the situation; the tipsy haze that had wrapped around your mind was starting to lift. The cold splash of water had brought you back to a semblance of sobriety, but not enough to chase away the stubborn annoyance that bubbled beneath the surface.
âThis is your fault.â You glared at Jungkook but then looked down at your shirt. It actually was drying up pretty good. Probably would be dry by the end of the night.Â
âEven if I hadnât done it, you would find a reason to make it my fault.â Jungkook rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the bathroom door.Â
You gave him a begrudging smile, tilting your head in fake gratitude. âWell, thank you for ruining my shirt and my night. Youâre a real hero.â
He laughed, a bitter laugh. âFuck off. Youâre the one who had too much and worried everyone. Seems like you were the one to really ruin the night.â
âOh so suddenly you worry about me now?â You roll your eyes, you know he didnât
âYou know what. Iâll be a bigger man. Yeah, you were drunk and alone and one of my friends was concerned about you. So I was too.â Jungkook leaned away from the door and crossed his arms, sick and tired of having to deal with you this week.Â
His words stung, and you couldnât shake the guilt creeping in. You had really worried Ash and Hoseok, and the weight of that realization pressed down on you. âFine. Well, mission accomplished; you can leave now.â
âNo.â Jungkook shrugged.Â
âExcuse me?â
âNo, Iâm going to walk you back to Ash myself. Doing my job as a good friend to make sure youâre okay. Whether you like it or not.â He widened his stance, as if bracing for a push that he knew wouldnât come.
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in defiance. âYou donât even like me, and suddenly youâre so noble. If I didnât know better, Iâd say youâre just here to be a pain.â
He stepped closer, his voice dropping an octave. âYouâre so stubborn. Itâs like youâre trying to make this difficult.â
You just leave him in an angry silence now as you continue to clean yourself up. Back still pressed against the tile. You stare at the ground instead of Jungkook standing across from you. Your sober mind would give him brownie points for making sure you were okay even though things are so difficult between the two of you. Your tipsy brain was not thinking critically now. Just wanted to fight since you had become so annoyed from seeing him every single day this week.Â
Jungkook couldnât say he didnât feel the same. Seeing you everyday had added a certain level of stress and annoyance to each day. It had been building up to a moment the two of you would blow up in each other's faces like this.Â
As you tried to move, a wave of dizziness washed over you, forcing you to lean back against the cool tiles for support. A long breath in, then out, hoping this wasnât a sign that you might actually be sick. Once the feeling passed, you leaned up again, feeling slightly better.
âAre you okay?â Although a bit forced, he thought he should ask.
âA little dizzy still.â You hold your hands over your eyes and scrunch your face up tight for a moment.Â
âWe really should get you some water.â Jungkook sighed, âOne I donât accidentally spill on you that is.âÂ
âThat would be preferable.â You laugh a little, dropping your hands.Â
âWas that a laugh? Did I manage to get you to laugh?â Jungkook's face fell into dramatic shock. âOh this needs to be documented.â
âStop. You are being so loud.â You roll your eyes at his exasperation. âYouâll never get a laugh from me again.âÂ
âAs long as it annoys you. Iâll never shut up.â He gives a shit eating grin your directions and you just shake your head.Â
âWhat a gentlemen.â
Jungkook chuckled, crossing his arms as he took a step closer to you. "Look at that. Now youâre giving me compliments? Whatâs next, a thank you?"
The defiant look in his eyes only fueled your frustration. "Youâre impossible. You donât even know when to quit, do you?"
"Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you." His voice was quiet now, and though he had not intended too he was looking at you a different way now. It actually made you⊠nervous?
âOh, shut up,â you muttered, hating the way your heart was racing from the proximity.
âIâm good.â His voice was almost playful and daring. Challenging you in a way that made it impossible to look away. For the first time tonight you actually looked him in the eyes. He was also looking into yours, Jungkook was still pretty tipsy although he was doing a much better job at keeping himself together.
âI donât like you.â
âWow news of the century.â Jungkook gave you a confused look but he was amused.
âYet somehow in this universe we managed too⊠well you know. You were there.â You gestured your arm dramatically pointing to him.Â
âDid what?â Jungkook played a little innocent now, pushing your buttons.Â
âIâm not saying it.â
âNo I have no idea what we did,â Jungkook mused, âI have a terrible memory after all.â
âJungkook,â you sighed, exasperation coloring your voice.
âWhat?â His grin widened, almost genuine, as if he enjoyed this.
âWe managed to fuck. Are you happy?â The words hung between you like a confession, and you hated how flustered you felt afterward.
âOh, thatâs right.â Jungkook closed the distance even more, invading your space, his playful tone now laced with something deeper. âI had a lapse in my memory.â
Heat flooded your cheeks, and you despised how your body was reacting to him. âYouâre insufferable,â you shot back, struggling to mask the flutter in your stomach with irritation.
âAnd yet, here I am, still standing in front of you.â Jungkookâs voice dropped lower, teasingly. You could feel the tension thickening in the small bathroom, and it only added to the growing frustration and confusion bubbling inside you.
âWhy do you always have to make everything so complicated?â You snapped, but there was a hint of uncertainty in your voice. âCanât you just leave me alone for once?â
He shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. âIf I did that, who is going to help you back?â His words were almost playful, but the weight behind them felt more serious than before.
You gestured between the two of you, your voice rising again. âI think youâre really here to just mess with me.â
âMessing with you is just a bonus,â he countered smoothly. âBecause, although you donât believe it, Iâm actually a decent person, I have like a sliver of care for you.â
You scoffed, arms crossed over your chest, but the way he was looking at you, that mix of annoyance and something more, made it hard to keep up your defenses. âYouâre just saying that because you feel guilty for spilling water on me.â
âMaybe,â he admitted, taking another step forward, closing the distance even further. âBut youâve had it coming, havenât you? For all the times youâve acted like a total brat.â
âOh please, like youâre any better!â You pushed back, a challenge dancing in your eyes. âYouâre an even bigger brat than I am, and you know it.â
âTouche.â He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that reverberated through the small space, making it hard to stay annoyed. It was a sweet sound, more than you would ever admit out loud.
âAnd I sometimes think you enjoy fighting me,â you pressed, desperate to maintain the upper hand.
âFull transparency, I donât.â His tone shifted, just slightly, revealing a flicker of sincerity beneath the teasing.
âWhatever.â you huffed, but you could hear the vulnerability behind his words, and it made you momentarily hesitate.
âItâs true. I have to fight at my job a lot, so Iâm not a big fan of it in my personal life.â His admission hung in the air, unexpected and honest. Not something Jungkook ever thought he would say out loud to you of all people.
You paused, considering him for a moment. âI think thatâs the first honest thing youâve said to me.â Your heart raced as the realization settled inâthere was more to him than the brash exterior he always showed. Which was annoying, because he was becoming human instead of monster in your mind.
âProbably.â He shrugged, but there was a softness in his gaze now that made you want to look away, even as you felt drawn in.
You both laughed to yourselves then, the sound echoing off the tiled walls, the tension easing just enough to breathe. It was a shared moment, lightening the mood even as it carried the weight of everything unspoken between you.
âAnother laugh? Wow, big night for me,â he said, eyes sparkling with mischief.Â
âShut up,â you replied, but the smile lingered on your lips, a reluctant acceptance of the warmth blooming in your chest.Â
âMake me,â he challenged, stepping even closer, invading your space in a way that made you take pause.
The space between you had shrunk, and Jungkook couldnât remember when that had happened. His heart raced, the alcohol in his system blurring what he usually felt for you with something else entirely. What was worse was that you were also caught up in the same whirlwind of confusion and longing.
The only sound in the room was the muffled music drifting in from outside the door and the uneven rhythm of your breathing, mingling in the charged air around you. This is insane, Jungkook thought, his pulse quickening as he took in the way your eyes glimmered under the harsh bathroom lights.
Your gaze fell to his lips and then shot back to his eyes, so fast it was a fleeting moment, but he noticed. It felt like time had slowed, every heartbeat echoing in the silence between you. Is this really happening? Again? Jungkook couldnât shake the feeling that everything had shifted, and suddenly, you looked different tooâmore inviting.
You cleared your throat, breaking the silence, desperate to dispel the thoughts swirling in your mind. Focus. It doesnât matter. Except it did. Jungkook was looking at you with a hunger you recognized, a look that sent shivers down your spine.
âWhat?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with tension.
âNothing.â He looked away, but the moment felt too heavy, too filled with unsaid words.
As soon as Jungkook averted his gaze, he found himself drawn back to you, the magnetic pull almost irresistible. You both stared at each other for a moment, your hearts racing in tandem, minds swirling with the same thoughts. What the hell are we doing? You knew you werenât sober enough to think this through, yet a huge part of you was screaming⊠just do it.
âItâs not a good idea.â You say. The words felt forced, almost painful to admit.
âItâs not,â he agreed too quickly, as if the very notion scared him.
âWe shouldnât.â You stood up straighter, your defenses momentarily flaring.
âNo.â Jungkook adjusted himself as well, clearing his throat, trying to regain some composure. âAnd it could be⊠a problem.â
âWeâve both been drinking. So we are just confused.â You kept your eyes locked onto his, desperate for him to understand every word you were saying, even as your heart raced in contradiction.
âWe arenât thinking straight.â
You looked down, feeling the urge to reach out and touch him clawing at your resolve. Get a grip, you thought, trying to pull yourself back from the edge.
âYou repulse me. Itâs not what I want.â You said, shaking your head to ground yourself in reality. Right? This is just the alcohol talking. I donât really want this.
âI canât stand you.â Jungkook said. Any other hour day or time this was true, except for right now.
You didnât move, the silence wrapped around the both of you like a fog. You wanted it, you wanted to kiss him. Every second the two of you stood here the closer you were giving in. You wanted to give in so bad. He really was the serpent, and you were going to take the forbidden fruit he offered.
This didnât feel the same as last time. Last time it was quick and rash. No thought, just an impulsive decision. Now it was like you were making a decision that was going to change everything.Â
And yet you couldnât help it.
âKiss me.â You look from his eyes to his lips again, lingering longer.Â
Jungkook paused. Asking himself if he should do this. Except he answered it for himself, and decided to go slow. He tilted his face to meet yours. Almost like he wanted to wait for you to meet him but he knew you wouldn't. You wanted him to chase after you, to come to you. So he didnât wait a second longer. Pressing his lips to yours.Â
That cigarette taste completely takes you over again. Not as intense as before, it was almost like a hint. Yet you could care less about it, because it was now familiar. You met him with as much need as he gave you. You needed more so you took it a step forward and begged for more. Each kiss was getting more desperate and somehow your hands managed to find their way into his hair. Jungkooks finding their way onto your hips.
One sober thought slapped you in the face, âWhat are we doing?â You pulled away from him breathless but you paused just looking at him. Then kissing him again, like you needed it to survive.
âWe shouldnât.â Jungkook just soon after, pulling so slightly away but kissing you again.His whole body betraying him.
 One of his hands hiking one of your thighs up around his waist. He pressed his body into yours. You were completely pressed into the wall behind you.Â
âWe⊠I,â you pull away again, you have to swallow for a second. You take a moment and are looking between his eyes. Somehow they were all shiny and sparkly in this terribly lit bathroom. He was breathing just as hard as you and his heart pounding even louder. He didnât make any space between the two of you. âI donât know what I was going to say.âÂ
You both felt extremely sober but drunk on this feeling, on this thrill. Completely clear about what was happening.Â
âProbably some excuse about how awful I am.â Jungkook kissed along your jaw and down your neck. Your skin was so sensitive and you felt like every time he kissed you, every touch was electric.Â
âYou are.â You were trying to think of any reason to stop, you came up with nothing.Â
âYeah well, not awful enough that I can't kiss you.â Jungkook leaves a small bite on the skin of your neck, and you let out a small moan. Your eyes widen as soon as you do it and Jungkook is immediately filled with amusement.
âDonât say a word.âÂ
âDonât worry. I donât feel like talking.â He pulled himself away from your neck and kissed you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He had you wrapped up in him all over again.
You thought the lip piercing would get in your way but it actually went unnoticed. Your hands found their way to either side of his face. If anyone was becoming addicted, it was you. Kissing him was like sipping poison from a decorated chalice, beautiful to view but bitter for the soul. Yet, you couldnât get enough.Â
It was painfully clear how turned on Jungkook was getting. With your leg that was wrapped around his waist, you use your leverage to push him into you. The pressure breaks him out of the kiss a bit, moaning himself. You smiled devilishly, his eyes were shut. You pull him closer, you take the chance to kiss down his neck. Sucking a little on each spot. He leaned into your touch. Enjoying each one.Â
âWe-⊠oh god.â He placed one of his hands on the wall steadying himself. âWe should get out of here.âÂ
âWhy?â You say and you kiss him again. He pulls away for a second breathing hard again.Â
âAs great as bar bathroom sex is,â he was being sarcastic, âI prefer a bed.âÂ
âGood point.â You pull away for a second. Wiping your mouth. You let the tiles hold you up again. Glancing over to the mirror, whatever lipstick you had on had completely transferred to Jungkook. You look at him and you wipe off any smudges you can see. Jungkook didnât protest the action. Something almost domestic about it.Â
Gross, he thought.
You watched his movements. He pushed his hair back, eyes closed for a second. His lack of contact now felt strange. You kept looking at his hands, how delicate his fingers were. You want them inside you. You wanted them on you. You needed him wrapped around you. You shook your head, you needed to get out of here.Â
What the hell were you doing?Â
You stepped around Jungkook. Before you could open the door Jungkook spun you around again, back against the door now. His hands on your cheeks. He kissed you again and you welcomed him without issue. Warmth invoked you all over again and it was almost like you could have let your whole body go slack. You couldnât get enough, and it was clear he couldnât either. It felt very easy and you didnât hate it.Â
âJungkook.â You break away but he kisses you, you pull back again. âLetâs go.âÂ
âYouâre right.â He breaks away from you and he forces himself to take the largest step back he can from you.Â
You flatten your hair down, then you open the bathroom door and slip out. Luckily no one was in the hall. You assume Jungkook was going to wait a moment before following you so it didnât appear that the two of you were in there together. There was no way you would be able to leave without saying goodbye to Ash or Hoseok, so you needed to find them first. You couldnât even hear the music with how loud your heart was pounding in your ears.
After a minute of searching you found them both tucked in a corner looking at their phones. Probably texting you or three seconds away from calling the police. You cringed and approached them.Â
Ash looked up and her eyes widened at the sight of you. âJesus christ where have you been?â
âIâm so so sorry.â You hug her and then hug Hoseok. âI got swept away by the people and then I just needed to sit in the bathroom for a while. I was so dizzy.â Not a total lie but still bullshit not the less.
âText next time okay?â Hoseok gripped your shoulder hard and gave you a small shake. You nod in return.Â
âI promise. I will. I will never let that happen again. I do think I just need to go home. Iâve had a little too much tonight.â You nod.Â
âDo you need one of us to come with you?â Ash face twisted in concern but you give her a reassuring smile so she wonât press further.Â
âNo I live so close and I will text you as soon as I get there.â You nod.Â
It takes a little more convincing but the two of them let you go with some goodbyes. Once you break away from them you try to see if you can spot Jungkook maybe hovering close by or something. You donât immediately find him but you decide if you leave he will have to come out the same way. You find your way to the exit and make it outside. You realize this meeting up thing would have been easier if you had Jungkook's number, but alas here you were. Just waiting and hoping he wouldnât make a fool out of you.
After a minute of waiting on the street and watching people pass you by, Jungkook emerged from the door.
âSo you didnât run away.â He teased, you roll your eyes. Hugging your arms to protect from the cold.Â
âNights not over. Still plenty of time to get away.â Was this all a bad idea?Â
âSoâŠâ he looked around, probably to see if anyone you knew was around. âMine or yours?âÂ
Jungkook could care less where you went but he just want to go now.Â
You hadnât actually considered it. You werenât sure if you wanted him in your place. You didnât really bring people back home. You always went to theirs, made it easier to detach and never talk again. Jungkook was different, there was no detachment that could be done so easily here.Â
âYours.â You say. Stick to the normal routine.Â
âOkay.â He didnât protest.
Jungkook calls a car and it doesnât take very long to pick you guys up. You both are quiet the whole ride. Jungkook didnât live terribly far so it made it quick. Too quick, too quick for you to talk yourself out of going. The moment in the bathroom kept replaying in your mind. How you got from point A to B.
 It was like one second you two were magnets that were pushing each other apart and then the next you were desperately trying to stay stuck together. When it used to be you would push each other apart.Â
After too long you arrived. Jungkook let the both of you inside and then you were going up the elevator. Still nothing, you had no idea what he was thinking. No idea if maybe he also was regretting his choice. He didnât look like he had anything to say to you, which to be fair, he never did. You followed him down a hall a ways and he unlocked his apartment.Â
Once you had made it inside Jungkook flicked on his lights. It was actually quite spacious. Everything was really clean and he had good taste in decoration. It had a large living room and a separated kitchen. There was a hall that connected off the living room that probably led to his room.
Jungkook tugged off his shoes and you followed, taking off yours.Â
He stepped inside but you almost stayed glued. The mental roadblock had finally hit. Jungkook noticed and looked back at you.Â
âCat got your tongue?â He observed you for a moment, you clenched your fists out of comfort.Â
âSomething like that.â You sigh, you donât look at him, âYour place is⊠nice.âÂ
âThen why arenât you coming in?â He leaned on the wall next to him. âDo I have to invite you in, like a vampire?âÂ
âHaha, very funny.â Your voice dripped with sarcasm, âMore like Iâm talking myself into it.âÂ
âI see. Weâll, doors right there, feel free to run.â He saunters back over to you, pointing to the door behind you. âCan get out now while you still can.âÂ
He came as close as he felt you were comfortable with. There was that feeling all over again, like everything in you was pulling you towards him.Â
âNot a word to anyone?â You clear your throat.Â
âDeal.âÂ
With that you pull him into you and you kiss him. One of his hands on the back of your neck and the other on your waist. Both of you walking backwards into the apartment. Each kiss was more and more urgent. Jungkook managed to spin the both of you around and was walking you back to his bedroom. Your hands found their way to get his jacket off and pulling his shirt over his head. He broke away from you to pull it off. Immediately kissing you again once he discarded it. Your hands wrapped around him, his warm skin welcoming the touch of your hands.
You both split again to get you out of your clothes until you were just in your underwear and bra. With your frenzied movements you have somehow made it into his room. Â
Jungkook pulled away, then got his hands under your thighs and quickly laid you back on his bed. You yelped a little at the sudden movement. Jungkook was immediately on top of you again, placing himself between your legs most of his weight on you, he kissed you again. You felt like you hadnât had a breath in several minutes.Â
He paused for a moment though and leaned back a little, he just stared. .Â
âLet me take this off.â He looked at your bra.Â
âOkay.â You sat up on your elbows. âWhy?âÂ
âI didnât get to see them last time. I want to see all of you.â He looked down to the rest of you for a moment but then back to your eyes.Â
âYou really are obsessed with me huh?â You were the one desperate to have him closer.Â
âJust for tonight. Tomorrow Iâll go back to not being able to stand you.â He finally gives in and start to suck on your neck, using one of his hands to keep your head in place.Â
A quiet moan leaves you at the feeling. He had already had you figured out. Where you tick. He didnât stay there long, he pulled himself away enough to get his hand under you to undo your bra. Pulling it down your arms and throwing it somewhere in the room. You lay back down flat on your back. Jungkook took no time to get his hands on your breasts. Holding them in his hands and massaging them. He leans his head down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth and continues to massage your other breast. You just watched him, you a little bit into the sight of him being all over you. He swirls his tongue around your nipple. You felt yourself getting wetter. You had moved your hips to find some pressure, you were dying to be touched.
âJungkook.â It came out sort of whiny and strained. You mentally pounded yourself for how desperate you sounded.Â
He pulled away from you. He also looked surprised.Â
âNeedy are we?â He had an amused smile, he held all the cards.. âWhat do you want?âÂ
âJust touch me. Please.â God you were pathetic. This was a new low. You needed it bad though, you want to cum whatever way he wanted you too.Â
âOh how the mighty have fallen,â he was very amused by the sight of you begging. He would have loved to see more of it if he didnât really want to eat you out.Â
Then Jungkook took the moment to take off his pants. He looked as if he was going to take off his underwear as well but then hesitated.Â
He hovers above you again, Jungkook thought for a moment. Something that could work you up. Something maybe a little surprising even for himself to admit, âOne more honest confession from me. You looked really good tonight.â
âWhat?â You were stunned, he sounded extremely sincere.Â
âI have never met someone who gets on my actual last nerve.â He shook his head, âbut I wanted to fuck you again so badly, didnât matter how much you bothered me.âÂ
You didnât realize words could turn on you on so much, but it was working. Let alone coming from Jungkook,Â
âWhat did you think about?â Curiosity was getting the better of you.
âHow I really want to eat you out, I wanted to make you cum on my tongue.â He moved back over you, kissing you and breaking away. âPlus I wanted to see your tits and they did not disappoint.âÂ
Jungkook hoping in his mind this was working. He wasnât out of practice but you really were the only person he had slept with in a while, and the fact that he didnât know how you worked made him a little nervous. What he didnât quite understand is that it didnât take much to work you up.Â
âWhat else?â You wanted to close your legs, you needed some relief between your legs but Jungkook wasnât going to let that happen.Â
âI could have fucked you in the bathroom, no I would have fucked you in the bathroom. If you had kissed me any longer I would have.â He came very close to your ear. You closed your eyes, just listening to him.Â
You swallow hard and nod. You wanted to play it much cooler than you had been. âI donât see why I should care at all about that.â You start to chew on your bottom lip.Â
âI keeping wondering how many times I could make you cum. How many times I could make you fall apart, with my hands, with my tongue, and my cock.âÂ
Yeah you were getting so high just on his words.Â
âGod please Jungkook,â you had enough though, âPlease touch me, please just do something.â
 âThank god.â He also couldnât take it anymore.Â
He kissed you but it was so quick because he kissed his way down your neck and then your chest and then your stomach. He started sliding off your underwear and you donât resist him at all. It was painfully clear how wet you were, Jungkook was tired of not being all over you though. He examines you for a moment and then licks over your clit without much warning. You moan apprehensively. Your words were completely lost.Â
Jungkook did it again a few more times. He wrapped his hands around your legs keeping them apart. You wanted to squeeze his head between your thigh so badly but you couldnât budge under his grip. You placed your hands on his head. Jungkook licks your clit in a side to side motion. He had you in the palm of his hand now. He knew it. You were going to come quickly at this rate, he had gotten you so wound up. You grip onto his hair at the sensation, Jungkook then pulls back from to stick his tongue into your pussy. Immediately licking all of the arousal that been coming out of you. He kept moving his tongue in and out of you over and over. So warm and he found his way around you quickly.
âFuck.â You said it long and dragged out as Jungkook continued fuck you with his tongue. âDonât stop.â
He hums against you in response, he wasnât going to give you any second of recovery. He wanted you to cum in his mouth, and he was going to take you to the end. Jungkook let go of his grip on your legs, allowing you close your thighs around him. You were getting close. You were a little impressed and so was he. You were starting to twitch a little with each touch. Moans just kept falling from you pathetically, you just didnât care. Your hips began moving on his mouth subconsciously. He followed your lead. He loved every second of this.Â
You managed to get yourself to look down at him to watch what he was doing, to your surprise he was already watching you. Mouth buried between your legs. His eyebrows furrowed, his stare so serious and full of lust. He was eating up every second watching you fall apart.Â
âShit.â You lay your head back, âDonât look at me like that.âÂ
He paused for a second but spitting on your clit and taking his hand there to rub you.Â
âWhy not?â He hummed.Â
âItâs⊠confusing.â It was confusing, you still hated him but that look. Your feelings of hate and lust weâre mixing dangerously together,Â
âYouâre just⊠so hot when you are about to cum.â He replaced his hand with his mouth again. He needed to make you cum.Â
âShut up.â You moan, as he presses his tongue flat into your clit, putting pressure on it and licking upwards. Then sticking his tongue back inside you.
You didnât have time to think. Before you could get anything else out you felt your climax hit you like a truck, you twitch and tried pulling away from Jungkook but he held onto you pumping his tongue in and out of you as your walls tried to clench around his tongue. Your cum spilling into Jungkook's mouth. He kept a tight grip on your thighs and just continued his motions as you rode out your climax.Â
After a minute you settled. You were breathing heavily and your eyes shut. Jungkook pulled himself away. It was really unfortunate how much he liked how you tasted. Jungkook took one of your hands and pulled you up so you were sitting up. You opened your eyes and looked at him but before anything he kissed you. Sort of tender at first, then his tongue was in your mouth. There was a new taste present, it wasnât bad at all. It was definitely your cum. It was nice, maybe way too intimate for the two of you but you didnât mind. He cupped your face in his hand.Â
âItâs really annoying how good you taste.â He kissed down your neck to your shoulder. They were delicate little kisses. You were trying to come back down. After all it was a pretty good orgasm.
âI would say do that again but I donât think Iâll stay awake after.â You lean your head to the side, giving him better access. âGod this sucks.â Â
âWhat did I do now?â He pulls back and looks at you unamused.Â
âBecause you are the most obnoxious person ever but this makes it much harder to hate you.âÂ
âI think it makes it more fun if you hate me.â He kisses you, you slide your tongue into his mouth and sigh comfortably.
You both were getting really impatient though. You really wanted to ride him. You needed to be fucked so you could be done with this so you didnât have to admit you wanted him to eat you out again and again. Jungkook needed to come soon though, he was so hard in his boxers he was afraid he might explode. He had any number of ways he wanted you but didnât care what you wanted to do to him.Â
You pull back from him, âLet me touch you.âÂ
âDonât say it like that.â he drops his head, resting it on your shoulder.Â
âWhy?â You were having the exact effect you wanted. He lifts his head and looks at you.Â
âLike you said, it gets⊠confusing.âÂ
You smirk and you stand up with him for a moment but then you turn him and have him sit on the side of the bed now. He takes off his underwear almost like understanding your thoughts. He was really hard and his tip was all red. He didnât take his eyes off your hands and just watched you every movement.Â
You hold his chin in your hand and have him look up at you. He almost looked a little pouty and pathetic, almost cute. He placed his hands onto your hips but letâs you take the lead. You then take both of your legs and you straddle his lap, his dick sitting between the both of you. He took in a deep breath from the contact.Â
âI guess I could just leave.â You tease, you kiss one side of his neck. âI got what I needed. Could just leave you to yourself. Since itâs so confusing for the both of us.â You tease.Â
Jungkook had closed his eyes and was shaking his head. In almost painful desperation. âDonât.â His hands moved to your ass, hanging on to you now. âSeriously, please touch me. I wonât last much longer.âÂ
âWhat would you like?â You hold yourself away from him so you can see his face clearly.
âSit on me.â He chased your lips and kissed you again.Â
You continue to kiss him but you sit up on your knees. Reaching between the both of you to grab his dick. You stroke him a few times. He groans into your mouth from the contact, his tip was leaking precum. You stop for a second.Â
âDo you have a condom?âÂ
Jungkook nodded, he reached over to a drawer next to his bed and pulled one out. You take it from him, unwrapped it. Using both of your hands and slowly roll it over his length, squeezing him on the way down.Â
âFuck.â His head falls back. He squeezed your ass in one of his hands.
You then lift yourself up again and line him up with your entrance. You knew you were going to be pretty sensitive so you just sink down just onto his tip. You were a bit overstimulated so you hiss, but you kept going sliding yourself down his length. Jungkook was letting small moans fall from his mouth. Then you fully sit down on him, filling you completely up. You moan a little yourself at the feeling. Jungkook was in complete ecstasy. You lift yourself up and sink back down onto him again. You both moan into each other.Â
âLay back.â You whisper in his ear, âItâll be easier.â
Jungkooks complys, you push him down with one of your hands. This way you are able to get your knees on the bed a little better, and it allows you to get more leverage. So you push yourself up and down in a quicker motion now. You keep your hands on his chest. With each move of your hips you begin to build a rhythm, your clit grazing his pelvic bone every time you fully sink down onto him.
âGod I hate how good this feels.â You groan but out of pleasure. You mouth falling open.Â
Heâs smirking below you, breathing heavily. Barely keeping his eyes open. Feeling every little movement you made. Why did it have to feel with you of all people? Let alone really good. You full sit down on him for a moment taking a second to breath, his cock buried all the way inside you. You grind your hips on him, you were trying to find your high again.Â
âShit. Donât stop.â Jungkook pleaded, he looked down to where his cock was inside you. Loving the way your bodies were connected.Â
âOh yeah?â Lifting yourself up and sank back down onto him again and grinding on him again.
âGod I fucking hate how good you look right now.â He sounded so annoyed but it was getting you hot.Â
âStop.â You sigh, you pause for a second. Your knees needing a second to recover.Â
âWhat?â He eyes you for a moment.
âStop talking.â You breath for a second, you were going to come soon. You could feel it, your wall were throbbing and you were breathing so heavily. You didnât want him to be able to get you off so easily.Â
Jungkook on the other hand seemed somewhat concerned, worried you may be in pain. âIs something wrong?â He sat up to meet your face.Â
âNope.â You almost cut him off holding a hand up to him, âIâm just really close.âÂ
âOh yeah?â He lets out a breathy laugh and it caused his pelvis to shift under you and you moan softly.Â
âOh I see,â Jungkook reached his hands around to your ass. Hanging on to your hips for a moment. Forcing you up and down on him and a pathetic whine falls from you. âYou want to cum again huh?â His voice was quiet and deep.
âNo.â The word came out weak, It was a sad protest, very clearly a lie.
âGetting yourself all wrapped around my dick making you want to cum?â He kisses your jaw, you had yours eyes screwed shut. You managed to look at him through your tired hooded eyes.
âYes.â You give in. Jungkook forced your hips up and down on him again and another whine falls from your mouth.Â
âWhat can I do?â Jungkook sighs.Â
âKeep talking to me, and Iâll keep fucking you.â You try to feel yourself back in, shutting your eyes again. You did not want to see his face.Â
âYou got it.âÂ
You go back slowly working up to the pace you were at before. Every once and a while sinking all the way down and grinding your hips on him. Jungkook breathing heavily, steadies his mind for a second.Â
âYouâre doing so good for me. Fucking my cock like this. God you look so sexy like that.â His hands were running up and down your back. âHating me comes with some perks right?âÂ
âFuck off.â You moan, you kept riding him though. Oh it was working, your high was building. You werenât sure how long Jungkook had left in him.Â
âIf I had known a truce could lead to this I would have offered one sooner.â He forces you down onto himself for a moment and you gasp. âCause now I canât stop thinking what it would be like to see you suck me off and come in your mouth.âÂ
Jungkook would never get to see it but he was definitely thinking about it now. So were you, what it would be like to suck him until he came? Making him wriggle above you, forcing your mouth all the way onto him.Â
âIâm gonna-âŠâ you stutter, you keep your pace but you feel it coming.Â
âCum?â Jungkook fills in the blank, âCum for me, brat.â He took the small moment to tease you.
âGod shut up.â You go a little faster and before you can get anything else out, youâre cumming all over again. And Jungkook stopped you, forcing all the way down on his cock. You bite into his shoulder. Completely losing yourself. Your walls were fighting against being filled up by him. Squeezing him over and over. This one was a little quicker than the one earlier. You could feel some of your cum leaking down into his lap.Â
You try to move again but itâs so sensitive you stop again.Â
âJust give me a second.â You breathe, placing both your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. Jungkook had no issue waiting.Â
âNo worries, youâre a pretty good cock warmer anyways.â He jokes, you push him back down into the bed away from you. You just sit for a second.Â
âGod youâre annoying.â You push past the sensitivity and start riding Jungkook again. Going as quick as you can. You needed him to cum now.Â
Jungkook let you. He let you fuck him. He was completely taken by the feeling. He was actually much closer than you thought because before long he pushed his hips up into you. You keep fucking him, pumping his dick for everything he has, you can feel him fill up the condom in you. Once he seems to be coming down you come to a slow stop.Â
You both were spent.
You got yourself off of him. Sitting on the bed next to him for a second. Just breathing, your legs were shaking from the fatigue of the position you were in. You had to force yourself up though, Jungkook had his bathroom connected to his room. So you darted for it. Not saying a word, locking yourself inside. Jungkook watched you go for a moment but then got himself up to clean himself up.Â
You take care of what you need too. You didnât hear Jungkook moving around outside of the bathroom at all. You open the door sort of wishing you had brought your clothes in with you so you could redress. You step out of the bathroom and Jungkook was putting a new pair of boxers on. Then grabbing a shirt and putting it on, he then crashed out onto his bed. You understood the feeling. You tip toed in into the room putting your underwear on.
You had slept with Jungkook againâŠ
You found your shirt and threw it on. Turning around and seeing Jungkook on the bed. He noticed you starting to redress yourself and managed to grab his phone looking at the time. It would have been way too late for you to get a ride home.
âWhat are you doing?â He asks.Â
âWhat does it look like? Iâm leaving.â You walk around and manage to find more of your things. Grabbing your pants with the intention to put them on but getting stopped.
âWhy? Itâs going to be too late to get a ride.âÂ
âBecause this was just a hookup and I should go home.â You point between the two of you. You pull your phone out to see the time. God it was so late.
âDonât be ridiculous. Itâs like 2 am, just⊠stay.â He waves his hand to the spot next to him.Â
You hesitate at the offer. âNo no no,â you almost laugh. âThatâs not⊠no.âÂ
âY/NâŠâ he looks at you seriously, very tired, but serious. âStay.â
For a brief moment you thought about protesting. About fighting him on it but the more you stood the more your exhaustion was hitting you. The bed was tempting and it would be easier just to stay.Â
So, you lay yourself down. Jungkook then pulls the covers over you. Moving and making as much space in the bed he can for you. You stayed glued to your side with your back to him, and his back turned to you as well. It didnât take much for either of you to pass out soon after.
Just for tonight.Â
You woke up to sunlight hitting your faceâa surprising sensation since your room never caught the morning sun. Disoriented, you blinked against the brightness, and the events of last night came rushing back, crashing into you like a tidal wave. Your eyes shot open, heart pounding as you glanced around the unfamiliar room. Panic set in, and you bolted upright.
âOh my godâŠâ You whispered, feeling the dread seep into your bones. You looked to a still sleeping Jungkook beside you; the bed was a mess of tangled sheets. You threw the covers off discreetly and quickly realized that, yes, you were rightâyou hadnât put your pants back on. The sight of your bare legs only confirmed the mess youâd gotten yourself into.
âNo, no, no...â You buried your face into your hands. Not again. You wanted to blame it on drinking, but you were sober enough to make this decision and so was he.
Your head throbbed, partly from the brewing headache and partly from the sheer disbelief at your own actions. Jungkook began to stir next to you with a groan. He flipped over so he was facing you. He opened his eyes for a brief moment and looked at you and closed them again.Â
But then Jungkook took a moment to realize, yes you were in fact in his bed, so his eyes shot open and he pushed himself up with horror written on his face.
âAwe crap...â
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Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly
Previous - Part 13 - Next
"Swansea! Did you eat all the sweets?"
Swansea: "I don't know what you're talking about!"
He crossed his arms indignantly at your accusation, while you could see the chocolate stain on his mouth.Â
Anya: "It wasn't him... I was eating the sweets you brought..."
You turned to look at her and tilted your head.Â
"...You have been... very good, Anya"Â
Anya: "...Thank you, captain"
"Did you left any candy? Can you share a bit with us?"
Anya: "Oh- yes, I'm very sorry for hogging them all by myself- I just wanted to eat something sweet"
"Don't worry, I understand. Just don't steal them, okay? We're just about to go home, we need to hold on a bit longer, then we'll eat whatever we want."Â
Daisuke: "When we return! We'll stay in touch, right?? I don't want us to drift apart! Swansea, I want to meet your children and your wife! Oh, and I want to try the captain's food! The captain talked a lot about how much he misses her food!"
All the enthusiasm the boy had, you set aside while you slowly walked towards Anya and carefully took her hands.Â
"You wear looser clothes."
Anya: "Yes..."
"...You know we have to wait three months... And three more to return?"
Anya: "I know..."
"...If that's what you wanted... I'm going to help you."
Both men were attentive to the conversation the two were having, approaching curiously.Â
Swansea: "What is that whispering you two are doing?"
Instead of telling her, you looked Anya straight in the eyes, hoping she would confirm it herself.Â
Anya: "I... didn't took the pills to end my pregnancy..."
Daisuke: "What??? Why???"
"That doesn't matter. It's the decision she has made and we are going to support her, we won't leave her behind."
You interrupted him and looked at the ceiling for a moment.Â
"Should be born when we are already in the rescue or before it... But I didn't say anything about a pregnant crew member..."
Anya: "We can induce it, I'll be on time before they arrive anyway."
"You know the risks of that, and we don't have the equipment prepared for something like this."
Anya: "I trust you"
"Ah... You want to gave me a heart attack, don't you?" You sighed, resting your forehead on his shoulder.Â
Anya: "Please no" she responded with a chuckle.Â
Daisuke: "So, we're going to have a new member in the crew! Shall we give it a name?"
Swansea was about to hit Daisuke on the head to make him shut up, but Anya responded calmly.Â
Anya: "I think the best thing will be not to give it a name. I plan to hand it over for adoption when we reach Earth again."Â
The boy slowly raised his hand, as if asking for permission to speak.Â
Daisuke: "Can I at least give it the nickname Polly? I don't wanna call it thing"
Anya: "You can call it however you want."
"Seriously? Polly? Like the mascot of Pony Express?"
You looked up just to judge him for his comment.Â
Daisuke: "Of course! First baby born in space! On the Tulpar of Pony Express! Nicknamed the great pet that everyone knows!"Â
"Swansea"
Swansea: "With pleasure"
Upon saying that, the man smack the back of the head of Daisuke.Â
"Well, how about you take me to where you hid the candy?"
You patted the woman's shoulders, and she nodded to guide you to her room and show you where she kept them.Â
Anya: "Seriously, aren't you going to ask me why I decided this?"
"My curiosity is killing me. But it was your decision, and I will respect it."
You got scared when you felt her arms around you, holding you tightly from behind.Â
Anya: "...I was afraid of the pain, of infertility, and that in the future, when I want to have a family... I couldn't, and I must remember why... remember what he did to me... and the pain I felt..."
"...You are very strong... Much more than I was"
Anya: "Don't you think that... I'm a coward?"
"Not at all, I understand your reasons. And I'm glad this is going to bring you peace."
When she slowly let go of you, you turned to look at her and smile.Â
"But before you even think about starting a family, I want to see you with your doctorate degree! Understood??"
You shook her several times, making her laugh.
Anya: "Do you think I can?"
"Of course! The ninth time's the charm."
You winked at her, making her laugh, and she hugged you, hiding her face in your neck, smiling sincerely.Â
Anya: "I'm glad you're with us... Without you, I don't know what would become of all of us..."
"You're welcome... You are my crew... You are my responsibility."
You indicated by returning the hug.
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Main 7 x an MC that acts silly and talks to themselves when theyâre alone
PT. 1 -- Pt. 2 after the fic that won the poll :p
Pairings: OBEY ME! Lucifer x MC, Mammon x MC, Leviathan x MC
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Spending time alone in the House of Lamentation became a rarity as the brothers and you grew closer. Some days it was mediating a fight between Mammon and Levi, others it was being dragged to go shopping with Asmo, napping with Belphie, then a Fangol game for Beelzebub, and Lucifer on your tail over assignments from R.A.D. Regardless, you gave your precious time out like bread and water, feeding those who cried out for help; you knew being needed by so many people at once made your chest swell with pride and filled a void inside you that nothing else could.Â
For a while, youâd convinced yourself that the exhaustion you felt was simply because you weren't used to so many people wanting to spend time with you at once, but your denial only went so far as you began to become snippy with your favorite demons. Talking to yourself was a habit youâd picked up every time you were home alone when you still lived with your parents. Staring in the mirror to finish off arguments, speaking to no one in particular while folding laundry, anything to fill the silence. Tonight you swore up and down that you finally had some time alone while finishing up a paper for Curses and Hexes and subconsciously, began to talk to yourself again.
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Lucifer ~Â
âWhat the hell am I even saying here?â You guffawed at your words, strung together by nothing but the Devildom equivalent of Red Bull and your hopes and dreams.
ââŠgreat and then you decided to⊠toâŠcompletely ignore the hex counterpartâ
You rolled your eyes, staring off to the side as if briefly looking at an off-screen camera. Someone has been watching too many sitcoms. âAwesome! Then I finish this and then I finish math and then Iâm done. Dude, I think Iâm the GOAT.â
âThanks!â
Unbeknownst to you, your monologue had caught the attention of the eldest, who, like you, believed that he had been alone that night. Leaning up to your door, he continued to listen as you narrate your actions to an audience you never expected to have.Â
âWhat would Lucifer sayâŠâ You spew a poor impression of Lucifer.Â
âYou do know you forgot the hex counterpart! How will you be expected to make me look good for my boyfriend? Oh, Lord Diavolo!â
 Embarrassment weighed in your chest, joking about it only relieved the insecurity of whether or not he could like you back for a moment before stinging. You take note of the fact that the demon had been occupying your mind feverishly the past week, today was certainly no exception. You wished heâd check on you to see how diligently you were working. The thought of his approval made you wipe away a dazed grin, your face hot with shameful desire.
Laughter bubbled throughout the room as you made yourself laugh through the rest of your homework. Luciferâs heart raced at the sound; as he had gotten to know you, your laughter became his favorite sound along with the haunted records he treasured.Â
Being caught up in the moment certainly put him at a disadvantage as he almost missed your footsteps growing closer to the door. The prideful demon took this opportunity to feign intention and raise his hand to the door as if to knock on it. Smooth.
âLucifer? To what do I owe.. the pleasure?â Your meek and confused demeanor threw him off. In front of his brothers you could be so witty, your retorts to the occasional friendly tease from one of his brothers at breakfast often resulted in his gaze focusing on your supple lips, he found that fantasizing about kissing you in the morning kept him distracted for hours to come.Â
Your bravery and confidence that you had slowly built up with the time you spent in the Devildom was something he admired so to catch you in such a vulnerable state felt as if you two were sharing something intimate. If the hall wasnât so dark youâd likely see his lightly flushed expression.Â
âI- How longââ You look behind you self-consciously. âWere you standing there?â
âI was just about to knock. Why do you ask?â Youâre lucky he likes you. Sparing your pride, to the both of you, was almost a love language on its own. The executive decision to not nag you about your assignment at that moment was made soon after seeing your cute behavior.
âOh,â a shy smile spreads upon your lips. You knew heâd be the last person to poke fun at you for this. âWell, itâs a little embarrassing but I tend to talkâ to myself? When Iâm aloneâ and.. sometimes around others and..â Your confession ended up sounding more like a question trailing off at the end into an awkward silence. Stupid beautiful demon face.
To your absolute delight, your awkwardness appeared endearing to the firstborn. Luckily you were able to catch sight of the slightly upturned corners of his mouth. He looked incredibly amused by your red cheeks and refusal to make eye contact.
âAre you laughing, Lucifer?âÂ
âYou are the GOAT? Or so Iâve heard.â
âFor that long?!â
Thereâs a moment of silence before you catch sight of his shoulders trembling with laughter, your fit of giggles in pursuit. Your heartbeat finally relaxed; you became aware of how comfortable you felt around him.
Who better than to keep your little secret?Â
âą ââ ٠†٠ââ ⹠·
Mammon ~Â
âHooooly shit youâre a genius.â Your fingers flew furiously on your keyboard.
Quiet clacking noises emitted from your fingertips as your melodic voice broke the silence in your room. Music was much too distracting and youâd procrastinated enough on this assignment. Luciferâs nagging reminded you a lot of your mother and it goes without saying you needed less of that.Â
âOh my god,â You scoff, noticing you had accidentally typed âMammonâ instead of âdivinationâ. The demon had been particularly clingy with you as of late, not that you were complaining. It felt nice to be needed, especially if it was him.
âMammon.. oh heâs so cute.â You practically swooned, sighing loudly and quite dramatically. Your finger quickly made its way to your hair, twirling it mindlessly as your mind wandered from your assignment. The weekâs adventures replayed in your mind. You didnât miss the way your pose looked in the mirror, grinning and nodding in approval. Maybe youâll post some selfies later!
It wasnât unusual for Mammon to be demanding of your time if not the most out of all of his brothers. Who could blame him? Time flew when the two of you were together. Two peas in a pod.
âGod, if I keep procrastinating like that I wonât be able to go with him.âÂ
You gasp quietly, taking note of the expression you chose.
âIs that like a cuss word here? Will I get smited?â
A singular âHa!â Escaped from your lips followed by a string of words. Your frenzied typing had grown to a halt, the back of your seat used as a tool to help stretch your back. Truthfully youâd been at your homework for a couple of hours now and you still had so much left and it was so late. You wondered again where everyone went, you could hear the house creak and youâd be lying if you said it didnât freak you the hell out.
Scrolling on your phone, you decided to open Deviltunesâą to cut the silence. Finally returning to your homework, you sang along and continued making small talk with yourself.
âCome to think of it, wouldnât it be weird if someone was watching me right now? Nice question moron, of course, no oneâs watching.â Your declaration came out less confident than you wouldâve hoped.Â
âYou always talk tâyourself in private?â The speed at which you turned around almost gave you whiplash. Catching sight of Mammon all smug and disheveled, likely from a night out, made your breath hitch. âWorry not! The Great Mammon will grant you the favor of sparing your ego tonight!â
âWhereâs everyone else?â Your arms stay crossed, attempting to make yourself look tougher. This moment didnât affect you, certainly not! Especially because you did not care that he was the one to catch you talking to yourself and because you did not have enormous feelings for him.Â
He only grinned at your weak attempt to change the subject. âJust out. Pretty sure Leviâs been here the whole time.â Both of you share a moment of agreement and you let go of a breath you weren't aware you were holding. This didnât deter the demon from prodding you until you answered his questions.Â
âYou talk to yourself too?âÂ
âYes, Mammon.â
âYou think Iâm cute?âÂ
âMammon.â His eyes widened at your tone, a smile plastered onto his face as he raised his hands defensively. The avatar of greed swore he meant no harm and came in peace.
Frustration bubbled in your chest as he continued to poke fun at your habitâ you were embarrassed yet the expression on your face, fidgeting, and red face went right over the demonâs head. Luckily he managed to catch on before he got pushed too close to your door. Complaints spilled from his mouth like chants he knew heâd pushed your buttons a little too much this time and, still with a grin albeit smaller than when he started to make fun of you, shifted his tone.Â
âAlright, human.â He grabs your wrist with one hand, brushing stray hairs from your blushing face. âPay attention âcause mâ only doinâ this once! Better not make me regret it.â
Mammon pulls you into his chest, halting your brief nervous breakdown and reminding you that despite all of the chaos you two get yourselves into heâs still your peace. You swear time freezes for a moment as you take in a deep breath, the scent of his cologne and cigarette smoke wrapping around you as his arms do. Thatâs your Mammon. He knew very well he wouldnât keep his promise and you wouldnât rather have it any other way.
âą ââ ٠†٠ââ ⹠·
Leviathan ~
MC.hammah:
âYo Levi. You home 2nite?â
âHeard u went 2 a Ruri-chan pop-up! Get me something cute. Thx!â
Leviathanreallordofshadows:
âIf I have time after dis lineâ
âGet these randos out of line I need this figurine more than they do. > : (â
âUgh this is taking too longggggggâ
âHey! Whereâd u go? Keep me company or ur fakeâ
You didn't bother waiting for the messages that followed, even the resident shut-in was out of the house tonight. You tossed your phone on the bed and twirled around your room in delight. The world was your oysterâ except the world, for now, was confined to the walls that made up the House of Lamentation. You could go exploring, but the sight of your discontinued essay for class held you back from leaving your room. Trudging towards your desk from your bed had to be the hardest task you completed that day.
Your head rested on the palm of your hand as your fingers found themselves in a comfortable tangle in your hair. Scanning the online textbook excerpts in hopes of finding more context to your evidence. All of the right pieces were there, you just needed the glue that would connect them all. Attempt after attempt, the words began to blend into one another and you notice youâve been reading the same paragraph for the past 5 minutes.Â
Why was focusing on this so hard today?
 You lean back to rub your eyes gently, the blue light of your laptop stinging your retinas. Maybe you were just a little butthurt that youâd heard nothing about this, especially since youâd been the one to send him the Devilgram post notifying fans of the event in the first place.
âNot even an invite? Seriously, whatâs going on with him..â You frown at your lap, deciding to grab your D.D.D once again. The lock screen turns on, a group picture youâd begged everyone to take, the highlight to you was the cute poses you and Levi had chosen for this picture. Inside jokes like these often provoked the occasional look from his brothers; no one was in on them except you, him, and maybe Henry 2.0.
You scroll down the messages in your DMs with him, scanning for some sort of subtle invitation you mightâve missed but still nothing. With a quiet thud, you threw yourself onto your bed, continuing to scroll yet not finding a moment that excuse his lack of invitation.
âGuess mâ just not cool enough for these anymore.â âDid he take the fish? If you took Henry I swear Iâll rip your soft purple hair right out of your head.â You glance once more at your desk and bury your face into your comforter to let out a boisterously loud groan.
âHomework. Right! Maybe that's why he didn't invite me!â
You look into a nearby reflection with an expression desperate for approval yet you only end up with loud silence and a realization that you look insane. Focusing on your homework doesn't seem that bad anymore. The walk back to your chair is a silent one, thanks to that you were able to catch the quick footsteps from your door. Did whoever just got home hear all of that? Counting your blessings for finding yet another distraction to the assignment you were putting off, you head towards the door hoping to catch the spy. Opening it you weren't expecting to find Levi, much less with a giftbag from the event.
âWere youââ He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, embarrassed that heâd been caught so quickly. âOn the phone? Y-Yknowâ with someone?â
Had he heard all of the self-deprecating monologuing you spewed? Oh, no.Â
âNo! No. Levi, I was justâŠâ You trail off, talking quietly with newfound paranoia of being eavesdropped on. âTalking to myself. Obviously.â
Great. That sounded insincere! The demon shifts the weight on his feet awkwardly as his hands fidget with the gift bag in his hands. âOh, okay. I was just wondering since itâ uhmâ sounded like you were on the phone.â Poor boy⊠âI dunnoâ Iâm probably just being stupid.â
Your face softens as you hear his words. You two were too similar sometimes, sympathy was almost inevitable. Taking his trembling hands in yours you peek up at him through his bangs.
âWhatâs this, Levi?â âFor notâ not inviting you. It was supposed to be a surprise.â OhhhhâŠ
âLevi!â Your arms soon find themselves wrapped around his neck, overcome with emotion as you pull him close. You note he runs cold and that he smells like linen and a day at the beach. âIâm so sorry. I thoughtâ maybe you were over me coming to events like this.â
âNo! Never! Youâre myâ my Henry.â Levi flushed at the sudden spike in intimacy between the two of you. How he was able to keep it together this long was beyond him. âI just figured you were too busy for another event so Iâd bring you something specialâÂ
His free hand clutched your shirt to keep you close as if heâd let go and wake up from this dream where a normie and an otaku could get so close without a rip in the space-time continuum. Yet again, he supposed over time you became so much more than just a normie to him.
âItâs amazing Levi. Thank you!â
Worth it!
àŒșââââââââââââââàŒ»
Note: OKAYYY I know the fic that won the poll isn't technically my first fic. This one's kinda like a pilot episode? They're also all long kinda so that's why there's two parts soz be nice to me please
Feedback + constructive criticism is appreciated !!!
#obey me#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon x reader#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer x reader#obey me levi x reader#obey me x mc#obey me x reader#obey me scenarios#obey me fanfic#x reader#x mc#obey me shall we date#obey me fandom#obey me mc#angst in some of them if u squint#you dont have to squint too hard#fluff#be nice to me its my first fic posted ever#someone be my friend
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⟠closest to the moon | percy jackson
አpercy jackson x daughter of selene! reader አwarnings: none አwc: 482
Over the dark ocean at night and the starless sky, the great, dazzling source of light everyone adored was missing. The moon was nowhere to be seen.
Have you ever met one of those people who are obsessed with the moon? And Iâm not talking about the typical âOh, how beautiful it looks todayâ; no, I mean those who pray to it, who confide their secrets to it, and who promise eternal love to nothing but the moon.
She could definitely be considered one; after all, her mother was the goddess of the Moon herself. How could she not worship her?Â
The night was warm as she was sitting between Percyâs leg, with her chest resting against his back and her hands tightly intertwined with his. She was talking about some stuff that Percy could no longer comprehend, her voice too soft to focus.Â
âI want to read A Thousand Heartbeatsâ One of his hands moved gently to her forehead, sweeping her hair back and nudging her head softly so he could place tender kisses on the crown of her head. He left his lips there, gently resting against her skin, and her body relaxed so much into him that he thought they could be merging into one. âOr Pride and-â
âThe ocean looks prettier with the moon reflected on it.â Her voice faded, and for a moment, he regretted interrupting her. But soon, she shifted in his lap, placing her hands on his thighs and staring at him with such intensity that Percy had no choice but to look away, focusing instead on the ocean stretching out before them.Â
âYou think so?â With one hand on his jaw, she guided his gaze back to hers. Percy searched for words, but none came. He nodded softly, moving his hands to rest on her lower back. Everything felt so intimate, so close. âI guess they doâ
And when she rested her head against his chest, Percy understood it; he had become one of those people. His eyes were only for the moon; except his was nestled closely with him, her chest against his and her hands caressing his face, the touch so delicate he felt like dying.
He found himself holding her very firm, as if to keep her from escaping back to the sky where she belonged. His moon kept speaking about something he could no longer comprehend, her voice the softest and most beautiful of all the moons that ever existed.
One day, he said that if the moon ever fell from the sky, heâd be there, arms wide open, ready to catch it and willing to bear its weight. He had once promised his girlfriend that, to make her happy, heâd pull the moon down with his own hands âor, if she preferred, heâd carry her up to it himself.
It turned out that the moon had found her way to him all on her own.
hi hi hi! i don't know what thi is, i got a bit more deep or profound (i just learn that word i love it) also i am OBSESSED with the moon it's not even rational by now.
#percy jackson#percy jackson x reader#pjo x reader#percy jackson x you#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson x y/n#fanfic#my writing#percy jackson imagine
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anyway this is obviously a wild shift in the topic of conversation, but I was talking about it in the group chat last night as a distraction and would like to continue the distraction if I am being honest, so, with the caveat that this is based off of Fandom Osmosis Observations and a few reads of reviews and I have at this time played neither of these games, some thoughts about BG3 vs. Veilguard and what I've seen. many thanks to @captainofthetidesbreath for actually knowing things about video games and answering my many questions.
also just putting this up front with all said caveats: if you disagree that is great, I am very open that this is an outside observation and I could be very wrong but I am going to block people who get hostile without warning, and make this nonrebloggable if too many people get hostile. You are always permitted to disagree but like, I don't really care about your opinion if you're not someone with whom I have a pre-existing rapport unless idk you're like, actually a BG3 or Veilguard official story writer who happens to be on Tumblr. If you're a player? You have all of your own biases and they are not mine. Save it for someone who wants to get in a fight about this; I am not that person.
Essentially, what I've seen in terms of criticism from Veilguard that isn't just rampant transphobia comes down to the following:
why am I not playing my previous character from Inquisition again
why am I limited to a fairly consistent through line for the story
But first, I'm going to talk about BG3. What's funny is I seem like a much more obvious candidate for playing BG3, as a longtime D&D player who has come around on Forgotten Realms as a setting. However, while I looked at it for a while, I eventually lost interest for a couple of reasons. One is that apparently all the characters are WAY too eager to romance you which is like, a fun fantasy for 10 minutes but would probably annoy me in the long run. Another is that everyone who watched early reviews and kept abreast with the game told me that there was a clear favorite companion (Astarion) and that many of the characters had most of their interesting flaws sanded down (eg: Wyll was apparently much cockier originally; Shadowheart even more petulant; and as these are perhaps the two characters I was most intrigued by, reducing them to something blander destroyed much of the appeal). But perhaps the most interesting one is that as a boring goodie two shoes sort of person, my thought back when I was like "yeah, perhaps I will play this" was "oh, I do not want to have a murderous urge within me."
It became very apparent, through watching people play through and post on my dash, that if you didn't specifically play as the Dark Urge, and didn't specifically resist that urge, the story didn't really cohere. I have to admit, I know the premise of BG3 very well (tadpoles), and I know a lot of shipping trends (put a pin in that), and I know some of the more obvious points within it (Astarion is a vampire, Gale and Karlach both have bombs in their chests somehow, Shadowheart bleaches her hair) but I don't really have a great sense of the ending, and I did not avoid spoilers.
It feels like BG3 is designed for people who have one of those massive spreadsheets of D&D characters they haven't had a chance to play that are meticulously kept and thoroughly realized...and don't really leave room for modifying to fit the campaign you will actually be playing in. It feels like an OC sandbox simulator unless you do actually pick the choice the writers actually wrote for (Durge), and while it's not technically playersexual...it kinda is. I mean, I am a big fan of the trend in video games towards making it possible to romance anyone because it conjures up the idea of a world of high-powered bisexuals running around, which is very enjoyable for me, but the criticism of the Mary Sue archetype originally was never "how dare you fantasize about being cool." It was "wow, the characterizations are all warped beyond recognition solely so that everyone is in love with this character, and that makes for a dull and unsatisfying story." If you're everyone's type, and it's for romance and not just sheer lust, then either everyone around you is boring and wants the same thing, or you are sort of bland and inoffensive, or else the story is bashing characters together without a good basis for a compelling romance. This is also compounded by the fact that the companions can't get together with each other if you're playing your own character and not an Origins character.
None of this is to say it's bad to like BG3 and again, I didn't play it; but it is why I ultimately said "you know, given the effort involved to play it for me, a person without a gaming system, it's not worth it."
Veilguard has specifically intrigued me for going against a lot of this. You have a lot of choices in your character build, but they're all fairly thematically consistent: you did something within your faction that was well-intentioned but upset higher-ups and so you need to step away for a while. This establishes a personality for you! We know why you're part of a faction but also something of a free agent at the moment. We know why you're here and why you might be a good candidate for the current mission.
I'm not going to go into detail for the choices because while I'm not avoiding spoilers I don't want to spoil a relatively new game for others, but a lot of choices are fairly parallel, not in an "illusion of choice" way - they have consequences - but in terms of hitting similar themes. You can only save one city and both are places you have seen and places your companions have connections to; while the exact details may differ you are telling a consistent story.
I also think the fact that the companions can romance each other in your absence is important too! They exist even when you're not there. They are not just here to woo you, and indeed, they might be a better match for each other. I've been informed this is true in Inquisition as well, and I think it's a much more rich world if you, as the player, as the person who can ultimately decide the fates of your companions, aren't the center of their personal life. I also think it prevents the ability to sand down companions to be more agreeable to you as a player if you have to make an NPC/NPC romance compelling (and I will freely admit that, in a move that is not at all like me, I was pretty well sold by a potential in-game NPC/NPC romance, which is usually not the thing that gets me into works of fiction).
I'm not the right person to speak to the Inquisitor not being a significant character because I did not play DA:I, and I get that 'well, this is a new game with a new protagonist, as there has been for every Dragon Age game' is still not necessarily an adequate explanation. Nor is "hey, maybe it's good to attract new players" even though as someone who is highly attracted as a new player that is my opinion. However, I want to go back to the point about Resist Durge being the strongest option in BG3 in terms of story by a long shot. When I was trying to learn more, I said "ok, so just like how you're Tav in BG3 and Rook in Veilguard, you're Lavellan in Inquisition, right?" and was told that you are not - that's just the elvish Inquisitor option. Obviously this is anecdotal, but the fact that one option was far and away the most popular and thematically resonant is an indication that perhaps bringing forth the Inquisitor is carrying over some of the limitations of that game, whatever they may be. The true argument is "they are trying to tell a specific story here, and it is about a different POV than the one you previously had."
And that's really my point. I know I'm not an expert here - in fact I'm usually quite hesitant to write meta about things in which I'm not highly steeped, and very critical of those people who do - but I think an outsider perspective is useful here. The thing that is drawing me to video games is a new way to experience a fictional narrative (the other game I have been meaning to play - and even own on Steam- is Disco Elysium). That's not what everyone wants! But it is what I want. And so I want to be put into a developed, thoughtful narrative, and I don't mind if my choices are restricted in order to support it, and if I am playing a person I did not entirely choose. In tech, there is a saying of "make it easy to make the right choice (and hard to make the wrong one)" and so if you need your protagonist to hit certain beats, you should make that the required protagonist.
I think a story is stronger if your choices matter but if there is something of a foregone conclusion because it gives the writers thematic throughlines. This might sound a little silly given that this blog is largely dedicated to Actual Play but the thing is, most actual play does have, if not a foregone conclusion, at least a strongly intended conclusion of "work towards uncovering this mystery and achieving this goal", though the success of said goal is not guaranteed. I would argue that when a campaign lacks that, it tends to suffer in all aspects. RPG video games almost always have a foregone conclusion, but that's its own liability. In actual play, lacking a forgone conclusion means you spin off in any direction and it's anyone's guess if it's coherent. In an RPG, having this conclusion but not supporting it through the rest of the game will make it feel contrived. I feel a lot of Veilguard criticism is focusing on small contrivances early on that really mostly matter to a highly specific subset of potential players that prevent much larger and less forgiveable contrivances later on.
Anyway. Again, I am an outsider here, and I'm not here to say that it's bad to have a more open-world, sandboxy game with a self-insert-y OC type; but I have to be honest, I'd rather explore that in a true sandbox of fanfiction or original fiction, which is significantly cheaper and in which I can actually tell the entire story I want to tell. I don't want to be given more choices if a lot of them will be profoundly unsatisfying as a narrative. I don't want to cut through the world like a hot knife through butter. I want to be affected by it, and that's very hard to do with a character whose only trait is "self-insert whom everyone wants to fuck" or "guy that already carries the baggage of years of personal headcanons and highly variable choices that are hard to account for for every single person who ever played the previous game."
#long post#i'm not tagging this for the games obviously in the hopes of preventing the people i mentioned in paragraph 2#but for now; you can reblog.
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They find out they weren't your original bias
Boynextdoor maknae line x reader (established relationship) (taesan and woonhak's might be long sorry) ultimate masterlist hyung line
Taesan
gets kind of annoyed when Jaehyun tells him you biased Leehan first.
laughs in his face.
thinks he is 1000% pranking him.
chooses not to believe Jaehyun and live blissfully unaware.
will raise an eyebrow at you when you mention Leehan's talents or looks.
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You and the boys decided to make a shared playlist that everyone adds songs of their choice to. This way when all of you are hanging out theres an easy way to decide on music choice. While playing a board game with the boys one day a song, new to the playlist, started playing. You began singing along.Â
âI love this song! Who added this?â Expecting Taesan to fess up, your attention was grabbed from in front of you, rather than next to you, where your boyfriend resided. As you looked at who began to speak, it happened to be Leehan.
âThis is one of my new favorite songs actually, I didnât know you liked it as well.â He said with a sweet smile.
âI knew you had great taste in fish, but I didnât know you had such similar and great taste in music.â You flashed a big smile at him as you moved your game piece on the board. Taesan raised an eyebrow as you said this, not noticing his furrowed expression. He was a little jealous knowing that song was one of your favorites, but not being the one to add it. Although you missed it, Jaehyun noticed Taesan's eyebrows, making him giggle. Everyone thought he was giggling at what you said but Taesan knew he had been caught by him. You were a little confused as to why he laughed but brushed it off.Â
Around half an hour later all of you were just sitting around and talking. Taesan finally felt this was a good time to pull you aside. You were a little worried you had missed something, but itâs not the first time heâs pulled you aside while the boys were around.Â
âTae?â You looked at him as he looked at the ground. Seeming as if he was trying to write out the right sentence in his mind.Â
âDongmin.â You said sharp but sweetly. His head shot up, meetig your gaze. He sighed and began.
âWas Leehan your original bias?â As you were about to answer he cut you off and started to ramble a bit.
âIt doesnât bother me but Jaehyun told me and I just want to know if itâs true or if he was pranking me but it doesnât bother me at all I understand. I was going to ignore it but when you complimented him actually no when you complimented his music taste specifically, thatâs what bothered me. But it doesnât bother me I just-â
âMinnie breathe.â You whispered, as you put your hand over his mouth, knowing he wouldâve kept going if you didnât. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Then he opened them as you took your hand off of his face, staring into your eyes.Â
âSorry.â He whispered, still keeping eye contact. You sighed.
âNo, Jaehyun wasnât pranking you but itâs nothing. He found some old old texts between my friend and I from when I first became a onedoor.â He nodded in response.Â
âI originally did bias Leehan but I never told you because I didnât see it as important. I eventually met you and you were all that was on my mind.â He smiled widely which turned into a smirk.
âAh my rizz worked. Not surprised. Good thing I didnât care anyways.â You lifted his hand up to your mouth, placing a delicate kiss.Â
âSure Dongmin, sure.â
Leehan
most nonchalant about it about it.
doesnât get jealous. he thinkâs it cute that you biased his room mate at first.
teases you about it occasionally. especially when they are having a comeback.
you still have no idea how he found out, not like it was a secret or anything. but how?
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You were cooking dinner for you and your boyfriend. Leehan was doing his usual like any other day, watching his fish and talking to himself. He loved to keep his fish, and you, company while you cooked. You only really heard 75% of what he mumbled about, but if it was important he made sure he got your attention first. He went through so many random topics and thoughts while watching them swim around. Ocassionily he would glance over at you to check on you as well.Â
âY/n is so cute.â He would occasionally bring you up, not talking directly to you though. He continued his thought and what he said sent alarms off in your head.
âY/nâs bias used to be Riwoo hyung. I canât blame Y/n though, I love him too.â Raising an eyebrow at this comment you spun around, meeting Leehanâs gaze.
âWhereâd you hear that from, hm?â You scoffed.
âWouldnât you like to know.â He joked with a smirk plastered on his face.
Woonhak
laughs it off when Taesan tells him he overheard you talking about biasing him first instead of Woonhak.Â
gets a strong ping of jealousy in his heart and tries to hide his pout as Taesan goes back to what he was origianlly doing.
will ask you indirectly until you catch on and explain.
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âSweetie, whatâs the pout for?â You asked gently, sitting down next to Woonhak. He thought for a few seconds and you put your hand in his, rubbing circles on the back of his hand, with your thumb.
âHow long were you a onedoor before we met?â He asked, not looking at you.
âAround 7 or 8 months I believe, why?â You said, raising a brow.Â
âWho did you notice first? Be honest.â As he finished asking you stopped your circular motions.
âWoonie⊠Why are you asking me this?â He took his hand out of your grip, not satisfied with your continuing questions. He began to repeat his question but you cut him off before he could finish.
âKim Woonhak. Iâm not going to answer another one of your questions until you tell me whatâs going on and why youâre upset.â You just wanted him to stop pouting and actually talk to you. He took a deep breath, looking into your eyes. Not a great sign for you because as soon as your eyes met his, you folded.Â
âOkay fine Iâll be honest but then you have to explain whatâs going on.â He nodded in agreement, his pout fading into a curious yet focused expression, as you began.
âThe first person I noticed was you. Honestly.â His pout returned as he looked away. You put your hand on his thigh, reassuring him yet begging for an explination.
âTaesan said he overheard you talking about how he was your original bias, not me.â He said, crossing his arms, looking in your direction to try and read your body language.Â
âWoon-âCutting you off, he then questioned, âWhy didnât you tell me that?â
You scoffed a little, âYou never asked me who my original bias was, sweetie.â His cheeks grew pink in color realizing you were right. He hid his face in his hands, feeling embarrassed about not only his child like behavior, but especially embarrassed about his jealousy. He isnât usually so jealous over silly things like this, but today was different. You lightly moved his hands off his face and settled them inbetween you both, interlocking your fingers with his.
âYou were the first person I noticed, yes, but Taesan ended up as my bias. Iâm not in love with him or anything like that just who I seemed to like most. You were always my bias wrecker.â He tried to inturrupt you but you cut him off, continuing your thought.
âUntil I became yours and the boys' friend. Once I met you I changed my bias. Thatâs why when you guys eventually asked about the topic, of course you were my answer.â Sitting up with excitment and blushing a shade of almost red now.
âTaesan heard correctly but that doesnât matter. I donât pinch Taesanâs cheeks.â You said while smiling and pinching Woonhakâs cheek.
âI donât kiss Taesan.â Placing kisses around his face. âAnd I definitley donât do this to Taesan.â You stated, getting louder toward the end of the sentence. You leaned into him and began tickling him. Your mixed laughter could be heard by the other boys, causing smiles and giggles from them.
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ââșââ ⟠Frayed | Theodore Nott âŸââșââ
Pairing: Theodore Nott x Fem! Reader
Warnings: smoking, not proofread, characters are 18+, toxicity, violence
Summary: Anst/Fluff | Theo is trapped in a toxic relationship until a breaking point ignites a bond long overdue.
Word count: 6974
author's note: I wrote this after a dream I had the other night. My dreams have been so wild lately.
Sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, you tried to focus on your breakfast, though your eyes kept drifting to the scene unfolding across from you. Theodore was there, looking as though heâd rather be anywhere else, with his girlfriend firmly planted on his lap, practically wrapped around him. She was all over him, laughing too loud and tossing her hair as if her every move needed an audience.
You felt the familiar pang of irritation as she cut into yet another conversation Theo had been trying to have with Blaise. She leaned in, whispering something into his ear while casting a territorial glance at the others as if daring anyone to interrupt. Theoâs posture was painfully awkward, his shoulders tensed, his gaze dropping to his plate. He gave a few non-committal nods, visibly uncomfortable but too withdrawn to say anything about it. That spark of easygoing confidence youâd always known him for was nowhere to be seen.
Your stomach twisted. This was the same Theo who used to laugh with you at the silliest things, whoâd always save a seat beside you at breakfast and swap notes with you during potions. Now, it was like heâd become a stranger. He barely spoke to you anymore, all because his girlfriend had made it clear she didnât want you, or any other girl, around him.
Across the table, Pansy caught your eye, a look of pure annoyance mirrored on her face. She rolled her eyes, tilting her head toward Theo in silent solidarity. You returned a tight smile, but your grip on your fork tightened. You hated watching this happenâwatching Theo become a ghost of himself, isolated even while surrounded by friends.
Just then, he looked up, his gaze meeting yours. A flicker of something softened his features for a brief momentâa hint of the Theo you knew was still there, just beneath the surface. But before either of you could acknowledge it, his girlfriendâs hand was on his jaw, pulling his attention back to her, and the moment was gone.
Blaiseâs expression turned sour as he glared at Theoâs girlfriend, his jaw clenching in visible frustration. She had interrupted their conversation just as heâd been getting to the important part, and from the look on his face, he was done holding back his irritation.
He leaned over to Draco, muttering low enough for only him to hear. "How many times has she done this now? Theo might as well be in Azkaban with the way sheâs got him trapped."
Draco gave a dry, humourless chuckle, casting a sidelong glance at Theo, who was looking down at his lap, his girlfriend chattering away like nothing was amiss. "Itâs getting ridiculous." Draco replied in a whisper. "She wonât let him breathe. Remember last weekâs boysâ night? He couldnât even stay an hour before she was dragging him off."
Blaise nodded, his lips pressed into a tight line. "Sheâs poison,. he muttered. "And Theo just⊠lets her. Doesnât even fight it."
They exchanged a look filled with shared frustration, helpless to watch their friend slowly shrinking under the weight of a relationship that seemed to drain the life out of him. Their annoyance was only half-hidden, and you could see the resentment simmering in both of them, like the beginning of a storm.
Mattheo leaned in, his tone dripping with annoyance as he joined Blaise and Dracoâs quiet complaints. "You know what gets me? She just has to be there every single time. Boysâ nights, Quidditch practicesâeven when weâre just hanging out talking about girls. She practically makes Theo sit in silence while she listens in, like weâre some kind of circus act performing just for her."
Blaise snorted, a bitter edge in his laugh. "Itâs maddening. We canât even relax around him anymore without her hanging on his every move, demanding all his attention like itâs some kind of test."
Draco gave a small, wry nod. "And Merlin forbid we talk about anything she doesnât approve of. Itâs like sheâs scared weâre going to lead Theo astray if sheâs not there to monitor every conversation."
Mattheo rolled his eyes, casting a glance at Theo, who was currently enduring his girlfriendâs over-the-top attention, looking exhausted and defeated. "Sheâs sucked all the life out of him." Mattheo muttered, shaking his head. "He doesnât joke around with us anymore, doesnât even talk about anything unless sheâs âapprovedâ the conversation first."
You could hear the exasperation in Mattheoâs voice, echoing everything you felt yourself. They were right; it was like Theo was a shell of his former self, bound to her by nothing more than her relentless possessiveness. The boysâ irritation was boiling over, their whispers growing just loud enough that you feared she might hear. But they didnât seem to care anymore.
You did, though, and shot them a pleading look to try and keep the peace. Tensions were already stretched thin, and if something snapped now, you worried it would be impossible to fix. You only hoped Theo could see through it all before everything went too far.
As you glanced over at Theo, the change in him was painfully clear. He looked smaller, somehow. The easy smile he used to flash during breakfast was gone, replaced with a weary, distracted look. Heâd gone from being the witty, lively one in your group to barely speaking, keeping his eyes cast down, his shoulders perpetually slumped. It was like watching a light slowly dim.
You took a steadying breath, trying to keep your own frustration from showing. It had become your role, somehow, to hold things togetherâto keep the peace. If Theo noticed the tension brewing among his friends, he said nothing, perhaps too worn down to add another battle to his day. But with every passing moment, it felt like something had to give.
Yet here you all were, trapped in the stalemate of your seventh year, a tense silence settling over the table as his girlfriend continued to laugh, completely oblivious to the waves of irritation rolling off everyone around her.
Pansy moved seats, sliding onto the bench beside you, her expression a mix of frustration and worry as she leaned in, her voice just a whisper. "Caught him smoking again." she murmured, glancing sideways to make sure Theoâs girlfriend wasnât listening. "Poor guyâs practically hiding in the shadows just to get a moment to himself."
You sighed, feeling the weight of her words settle over you. It had become all too familiarâTheo sneaking off more frequently, finding solitary corners of the castle to light a cigarette in peace. Heâd always been a social smoker, only indulging on rare occasions or during particularly stressful times. But lately, youâd noticed the lingering scent of smoke around him more often, his fingers sometimes stained with ash from hasty, hidden smokes.
"Heâs getting worse, isnât he?" you murmured back, glancing at Theo. He looked pale and worn, a shadow of the friend youâd known since first year. And the worst part? The very person causing his stress was also the one berating him for it.
Pansy nodded, her gaze softening as she watched Theo from across the table. "Itâs like a vicious cycle. Sheâs the reason heâs turning to it, yet sheâs the one whoâll tear him apart if she catches him again."
Your heart ached for him, watching the way he seemed to fade a little more every day. Heâd once been the friend you could laugh with about anything, the one who always had a clever quip ready or some sarcastic remark that would have everyone cracking up. Now he barely laughed, barely even smiled, constantly stuck in a web of someone elseâs making.
As everyone started getting up to head to class, Draco leaned over toward Theo, his voice casual but with a note of genuine invitation. "Oi, Theo, you up for hanging out before the party?"
Theoâs face lit up, a glimpse of his old self emerging as he looked up and started to nod. "Yeah, Iâ"
But before he could finish, his girlfriendâs hand was already on his arm, her eyes narrowing as she glared at Draco. âActually, we have plans. So, you can move along, Draco.â she cut in, her tone laced with barely hidden disdain.
The room seemed to hold its breath, Dracoâs jaw tightening as he held her gaze. He was clearly trying to keep his temper in check, but his patience was hanging by a thread. With an exasperated sigh, he shot Theo a look that spoke volumesâboth an apology and a warningâbefore reluctantly turning back and leaving the Grand Hall with the group.
Theo slumped back, his expression defeated, all the excitement drained out of him in an instant. He didnât even bother to argue. You could see the exhaustion etched into his face as he sank lower in his chair, as though heâd expected this outcome all along.
As you walked to D.A.D.A class, you caught Dracoâs eye, and he gave a subtle shake of his head, his own frustration mirroring your own. There was a tension in the air that was impossible to ignore, and it was only a matter of time before something would break.
~~~
The usual Friday night Slytherin party was in full swing, the common room lit with a warm, flickering glow as laughter and conversation filled the air. You were all seated in your usual spots on the couches, drinks in hand, enjoying the rare moment of camaraderie that Fridays always promised.
For a while, things felt normal againâcomfortable, even. But then, of course, Theoâs girlfriend wedged herself into the group, shifting the entire energy of the evening. The lively conversation dulled as she took over, barely concealing her disdain as she joined in. You could feel the collective irritation settle in, an unspoken understanding among friends that her presence was, as always, unwelcome.
It wasnât as if the group had a problem with partners joining them; quite the opposite. Each of them had dated at some point, and their significant others were always welcomed with open arms. There was a quiet understanding that relationships brought new energy into their tight-knit circle, and everyone usually made an effort to include them. Some of the best nights had been spent with the laughter of new faces blending seamlessly with their own, adding stories and jokes to the mix without disrupting the balance.
But this girl was different.
She was the first one who seemed determined to force herself in, to overshadow conversations and steal away Theo whenever it suited her. There was no laughter, no blending of energyâjust her cutting remarks and possessive glances, her presence casting a shadow over their usual ease. No one could relax when she was around, knowing that any moment of fun or camaraderie could be snuffed out by her biting comments.
It was as if she thrived on control, slipping her influence over Theo like a chain, pulling him away piece by piece from the friends heâd known for years. The group had tried, at first, to welcome her in, to treat her like they would anyone else. But it became painfully clear over time that she wasnât interested in being part of their lives; she was only interested in controlling Theoâs.
As you looked around at your friends, each of them casting uneasy glances her way, it was obvious that everyone felt it. The tension that lingered whenever she was near, the way the entire room seemed to lose its warmth when she entered. She wasnât just an outsider. She was the first partner to truly ruin things for them.
Mattheo, who had been rudely interrupted tonight, had less patience than the rest of you. He was midway through a particularly animated story about his latest near-miss with Professor Snape when she interrupted, rolling her eyes and sighing loudly. Mattheo glared at her, barely holding back his annoyance. "Do you mind? Some of us actually want to hear my story."
She scoffed, crossing her arms and leaning back with an air of superiority. "Oh, please. Nobody cares about your stupid stories, Riddle."
A tense silence settled over the group, but Pansy wasted no time in stepping in, her tone sharp. "Actually, everyone but you cares. Maybe if you didnât make it your mission to ruin every conversation, youâd know that."
Theo shifted uncomfortably, glancing at his girlfriend as if he wanted to step in but was too tired to argue. Meanwhile, you could see the smirk forming on Mattheoâs face, his gaze locked onto her with barely contained satisfaction.
"Yeah." Mattheo added, raising his drink in mock salute. "Cheers to that, Pans. At least some of us know how to have a good time."
His girlfriend flushed, anger flashing in her eyes, but she stayed silent, perhaps finally realizing that the rest of the group had no intention of backing down. It was a rare victory, but it didnât feel as sweet as it should haveânot when Theo was sitting there, staring down at his drink, looking like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Draco let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back on the couch, grumbling just loud enough for everyone to hear, "Well, thatâs one way to ruin a perfectly good night."
The comment was sharper than usual, carrying the unmistakable weight of weeksâmonths, evenâof suppressed irritation. He didnât bother to look at Theoâs girlfriend, who was already glaring daggers at him, her face reddening as her patience finally snapped.
Turning on Theo, she crossed her arms, her voice icy and accusing. "Are you really just going to sit there and let them disrespect me like this? Unbelievable." She looked around the room as if daring someone to disagree, but no one moved or spoke. It was clear where everyoneâs loyalties lay, and that only seemed to inflame her further.
Theoâs shoulders slumped, his expression somewhere between exhaustion and quiet resignation. He opened his mouth, as if to offer a half-hearted defence, but no words came. The effort it would take to argueâyet againâwas too much for him tonight.
With a huff, she whipped around, storming away from the couches, her heels clicking loudly against the stone floor as she disappeared through the crowds in the common room.Her exit was followed by a heavy silence as everyoneâs gaze shifted to Theo.
He let out a long, weary sigh, the sound carrying the weight of everything he hadnât been able to say. The group was quiet, each of you trying to process what had just happened, but it was obvious that no one wanted to break the silence.Â
Theo ran a hand over his face, looking down at his drink, and muttered, "I⊠Iâm sorry, everyone."
Blaise cleared his throat, attempting a small smile to break the tension. "Itâs all good, mate." he said, giving Theoâs shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Honestly. No harm done." His tone was light, casual, like he was brushing it all off as if it hadnât mattered at all. Blaise had always been the type to keep the peace when he could, trying to nudge things back toward their usual warmth.
But Mattheoâs face was another story, his jaw clenched tight as he glared at the door through which Theoâs girlfriend had just exited. He shook his head, muttering under his breath, "Iâm getting real tired of this." his voice laced with barely controlled anger. His gaze flicked to Theo, and for a second, it looked like he might say something else, but he bit back his words, stewing silently.
The group sat there in uneasy silence, the usual lively atmosphere muted, everyone nursing their own thoughts. Theoâs shoulders stayed slumped, and you could sense the regret and frustration rolling off him in waves.
Just as the quiet began to settle, Pansyâs entire body tensed beside you. Her gaze was fixed on the far side of the room, her eyes wide. Following Pansyâs wide-eyed stare, your gaze landed on the far side of the common room where Theoâs girlfriend had reappeared, but she wasnât alone.
Your stomach dropped as you saw her pressed up against another student from your house, their faces close, her hands running through his hair as she leaned in, kissing him with a brazen, shameless fervour. She didnât seem to care who might see them, her actions loud and clear as if she were making a statement for everyone in the room.
A stunned silence fell over the group, each of you frozen in shock and disbelief. Blaiseâs hand slipped off Theoâs shoulder as his jaw tightened, his earlier attempt at easing the mood now rendered meaningless. Mattheo muttered something under his breath, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white.
But TheoâTheo just stared, his face going pale as he watched her with that other guy, his expression a mixture of hurt and anger, mingled with a strange, hollow acceptance. It was as if heâd suspected something like this all along, yet seeing it unfold was a wound far deeper than anything he could have anticipated.
The tension in the room had reached a breaking point, each of you waiting for someone to say or do something, the air thick with disbelief and fury.
Theo didnât say a word as he got up, his face blank, and headed toward the exit. You could see the tremor in his hands as he reached into his pocket, likely going for a cigarette to calm his fraying nerves. Without a glance back, he slipped out the door, leaving a heavy tension in his wake.
The second he was gone, you felt something snap inside you. Your fists clenched, and before you knew it, you were on your feet, ignoring the surprised looks from your friends as you made a straight line across the room, heading directly toward her.
She was still laughing with the guy sheâd been kissing, completely unbothered, until she caught sight of you storming toward her. Her eyes narrowed, a look of feigned innocence crossing her face as she crossed her arms, almost daring you to confront her.
âWhatâs your problem?â she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
âWhatâs my problem?â you spat, the words tumbling out like fire. âWhatâs your problem, throwing yourself at some random guy in front of everyone when Theoâs just⊠just sitting there?â You could barely contain the anger shaking through you. âDo you have any idea what youâre doing to him?â
She rolled her eyes, scoffing. âOh, please. Like it matters. Theoâs been a miserable bore for months. And who are you to talk to me about what I can or canât do? Jealous, are we?â
A sharp, bitter laugh escaped you. âJealous? No. Iâm furious. Furious that youâve taken someone who used to be happy and turned him into whatever you think he should be for your own ego.â
Her eyes flashed with anger. âYou donât know anything about us.â
âOh, I know enough.â you shot back. âEnough to see you donât care about him. He deserves better than to be treated like your possession, like some accessory you can throw away the second you get bored.â
The argument escalated, voices rising as the tension boiled over. Each accusation only fueled her anger, and she stepped closer, her voice venomous. âYou think youâre so noble, donât you? Acting like you know whatâs best for him. Maybe heâs miserable because you all canât let go of him.â
The room erupted as you snapped, the anger in you boiling over as you shot back, âYou know what? Youâre nothing but a manipulative bitch.â The words were barely out of your mouth before her face twisted with rage, and without warning, she shoved you hard, almost knocking you backward.
That was it.
Without a second thought, you lunged forward, colliding with her as the two of you stumbled, grabbing at each other in a flurry of fury. The next moments were a blur of shouts, hands, and the sharp sting of pulled hair and clawing nails as you both fought, neither one willing to back down.
Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, and Pansy were on you in seconds, surrounding the chaos, but looking caught between trying to pull you apart and staying out of the way. Blaiseâs eyes widened, flicking between you and the girl as if he couldnât believe this was actually happening. Draco stepped forward, arms out, calling your name, but the intensity of the fight kept him at bay.
âBloody hell!â Mattheo shouted, looking between you and Draco, unsure whether to jump in or let you have it out. âSomeone pull them off each other!â
Pansy, on the other hand, didnât hesitate. She moved in closer, her voice sharp and commanding as she tried to grab your arm. âEnough! Youâre going to get us all into troubleâstop!â
But the damned bitch was relentless, snarling as she tried to push you away, her eyes alight with rage. âStay out of our business, youâre nothing to him! Just some desperate hanger-on!â
Fueled by her words, you managed to break free from Pansyâs grasp for a moment, lunging again, but this time, Draco and Mattheo grabbed you by the shoulders, dragging you back as Pansy stepped in between, raising her voice. âStop it, both of you!â
The door creaked open, and Theo appeared in the doorway, cigarette in hand, eyes wide as he took in the scene unfolding before him. The shock on his face was unmistakable as he realized what had happened, confusion turning to something darker as he looked between you and his girlfriend, who was now dishevelled, panting, and glaring at you with venom in her eyes.
You stood there, chest heaving, adrenaline still surging through you as you tried to regain control. The room was dead silent, everyone too stunned to move, but your gaze was locked on herâbruised, bloodied and dishevelled, glaring up at you with a twisted smirk on her face.
âYou think youâre so special, donât you?â she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. âThe only reason why Theo even stays close to you is because he pities you⊠and your pathetic dead parents.â
The words struck a nerve deep within, unleashing a storm of anger that washed over you like a tidal wave. Before you knew it, youâd pulled out your wand, rage blinding you, the incantation forming on your lips as the words seethed out, âCrucââ
But before you could finish, a hand clamped over your mouth, silencing the curse in an instant. Theo had rushed behind you, his grip firm yet desperate, his wide eyes filled with panic, fear, and something elseâsomething pleading.
âEnough.â he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. His hand stayed pressed over your mouth, holding you back, while his other hand gently grasped your wrist, lowering your wand.
You blinked, the anger slowly dissolving into a mess of emotions, the weight of what youâd nearly done settling over you. Theo didnât move, keeping his steady hold on you.Theo glanced around at the group, his expression a mixture of exhaustion, and protectiveness. Without another word, he took your hand, his grip firm but gentle, and led you out of the common room, past the stunned silence of your friends. Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, and Pansy watched, exchanging concerned looks but staying silent, knowing this was something only Theo could handle.
He guided you through the dimly lit corridor, never loosening his hold on your hand as he made his way to his dorm room. You followed in a daze, your heart still pounding as the adrenaline began to ebb, replaced by a confusing whirl of emotionsâanger, shame, relief, all tangled up together.
Once you were inside his dormitory, he shut the door behind you both, locking it with a quick flick of his wand. The room was quiet, a soft glow from the lamps casting a warm light over his belongings, the familiar scent of his cologne faintly lingering in the air. Theo turned to face you, his hand still holding yours as he took a deep breath, his expression softened, though his eyes remained filled with a quiet intensity.
âYou⊠you almost used Crucio.â he murmured, his voice a mix of disbelief and concern. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, grounding you, as he searched your face, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened.
You looked down, feeling a wave of guilt rise up, the weight of what youâd nearly done settling heavily on your shoulders. âIâm sorry.â you whispered, your voice barely audible. âI just⊠she went too far. Sheâs hurt you way too much, Theo.â
Theo exhaled, releasing some of the tension in his shoulders, and took a step closer, his gaze softening further. âI know.â he said quietly. âIâve known for a while now. I just didnât want to believe it.â
He let go of your hand only to gently cup your face, his thumb brushing softly across your cheek, grounding you, as he whispered, âBut you⊠you canât let her make you into something youâre not.â
~~~
Theo never officially ended things with his girlfriend. There was no formal breakup, no final argument, but it didnât matterâeveryone could see that it was over. She didnât come around anymore, didnât dare try to force her way back into the friend group after the scene youâd caused. The bruises youâd left had faded, but the message had been loud and clear, and it seemed sheâd finally accepted it.
Youâd earned yourself a month of detention for the fight, and though the professors had given you disappointed looks and stern lectures, none of it fazed you. You took the punishment with a sense of pride, wearing it like a badge of honour. If you had to do it all over again, you would. Theoâs well-being, his freedom, had been worth every second spent scrubbing cauldrons and rewriting parchments under Filchâs glare. You werenât ashamed for putting her in her place; sheâd deserved it and more.
The only lingering regret was that split-second decision to pull your wand, to nearly utter the curse that could have changed everything. That was the one thing that weighed on you, the reminder that, in your anger, youâd almost let her bring out the darkest part of yourself. But Theo had stopped you, pulled you back from the edge. And in the quiet moments of your detentions, it was that thought that lingered, his hand on yours, his voice steadying you when youâd needed it most.
Since then, Theo had been⊠different. Freer, lighter, as though the weight heâd been carrying had finally lifted. He didnât say much about what had happened, but he was around you constantly, seeking you out, sitting beside you in classes and at meals, sharing quiet moments without needing to speak.
He never said it directly, but in the way he looked at you, the way he stayed close, it was clear. Youâd been there for him when heâd needed it most, and he wasnât about to forget it.
As the weeks passed, the groupâs dynamic began to shift back to normal, the heaviness that had hung over everything finally starting to lift. The familiar laughter and banter returned, the camaraderie that had once been the foundation of your friendship rekindled. It felt like everyone could breathe again, like the unspoken tension had finally evaporated, taking with it the gloom of Theoâs toxic relationship.
The others hadnât let you off easily, though. Ever since that night, theyâd given you a new nickname, a playful jab that seemed to stickââThe Hitman.â Whenever you entered a room, Mattheo or Blaise would grin and say something like, âLook out, the Hitmanâs here. Better watch what we say.â Draco would give you a mock salute, pretending to be wary of your next move, and Pansy would pat you on the shoulder, shaking her head with a smile and muttering, âOur very own bodyguard.â
They teased you relentlessly, but you didnât mind. If anything, it filled you with a quiet pride. Youâd earned it, and knowing theyâd all be just as protective over you, had the situation been reversed, only strengthened the bond between you all.
Theo, meanwhile, seemed to have thrown himself back into Quidditch with renewed energy. Every practice was more intense, every play sharper. He channelled all his frustration, all the months of suppressed anger, into the pitch, his focus like a laser. Theo was back to being the friend you rememberedâdriven, concentrated, locked in on his own priorities, and finally unburdened. Watching him fly across the field with that fierce determination, you knew he was ready to leave the past behind.
And as he trained, you couldnât help but notice the small glances heâd send your way after a particularly successful practice. When heâd make an impressive play, his gaze would drift toward the stands, where he knew you were watching, his grin just a bit wider when he caught your eye. It was as if he was finally himself againâfierce, focused, and free.
~~~
The final match of the season had the entire school buzzing, and you and Pansy stood shoulder to shoulder in the stands, bundled against the brisk wind, your hearts pounding with excitement. The atmosphere was electric, green and silver flags waving wildly in the air, cheers rising like waves as the players took their positions on the field. The Slytherin team was locked in, each playerâs gaze fierce, and at the centre of it all was Theoâfocused, determined, every bit the player youâd always believed he could be.
From the first whistle, the match was intense, a flurry of movement as players darted back and forth, Quaffles flying, Bludgers smashing through the air. Every play had you and Pansy gasping or shouting, barely able to stay still as the score climbed steadily, each team battling for dominance. Gryffindorâs Chasers were relentless, pressing the Slytherin defence with an intensity that sent chills through the stands.
As Gryffindor advanced toward the goal, weaving past Slytherin players with almost frightening speed, your heart raced. Theo was there, hovering near the posts, watching, waiting. The Gryffindor Chaser drew closer, feinting left before taking a sharp turn to the right, raising his arm to shoot. You held your breath, fingers digging into the railing as the Quaffle hurtled toward the left hoop, aimed with deadly precision.
But Theo was faster. With a sudden, powerful lunge, he darted across the goal, stretching his arm out just in time to deflect the Quaffle. The impact echoed across the pitch, and for a split second, everything was still. Then, the Slytherin section of the stands erupted in cheers, and you and Pansy screamed, jumping up and down, adrenaline surging through you.
âYes! Did you see that?â Pansy shrieked, grabbing your arm as she laughed in pure exhilaration. âHe saved it! He actually saved it!â
Your eyes were locked on Theo, who was grinning, his face flushed with triumph as he exchanged a brief look with Draco, who had already positioned himself higher above the pitch. The save had disrupted Gryffindorâs formation, and in the split second of chaos, Draco seized his chance, his eyes fixed on a flash of gold darting across the field.
âGo, Draco!â you shouted, your voice barely audible over the crowdâs roar. Your hands were clenched, and Pansy was beside herself, both of you leaning so far over the railing that you might as well have been on brooms yourselves.
Draco was a blur as he sped after the Snitch, his eyes narrowed, his entire body angled forward with singular purpose. Gryffindorâs Seeker was close behind him, pushing hard to catch up, but Draco had the lead, his broom slicing through the air as he reached out, his fingers grazing the Snitchâs fluttering wings.
âCome on, come onâŠâ Pansy muttered, clutching your arm as you both watched, barely daring to breathe.
With a final lunge, Dracoâs hand closed around the Snitch, raising it triumphantly in the air. The crowd erupted, the Slytherin side a sea of celebration as students cheered, shouted, and hugged. You and Pansy screamed, the exhilaration almost overwhelming, watching as Theo and the other Slytherin players surrounded Draco, lifting him onto their shoulders, their faces bright with victory.
Before you knew it, the entire house was rushing down to the pitch, flooding onto the field in a wave of green and silver. You and Pansy exchanged a breathless look before joining the charge, weaving through the ecstatic crowd, eager to congratulate the team.
The players were already on the ground, grinning, shouting, their faces flushed with victory as they clapped each other on the back. Theo, Blaise, Mattheo, and Draco stood in the middle of it all, surrounded by the crowd, practically lifted off their feet by their housematesâ enthusiasm.
You and Pansy finally pushed through, laughing as you spotted Theo first, his hair messy and his cheeks pink, looking more alive than youâd ever seen him. Without a second thought, you wrapped him in a hug, feeling his arms come around you tightly, the two of you sharing a moment of pure celebration, all the weight of the past weeks forgotten in the euphoria.
âYou were amazing, Theo!â you shouted over the noise, pulling back to meet his eyes. His grin was wide and genuine, the happiness in his expression infectious.
âOnly because I had the best fans cheering me on.â he replied with a wink, his voice filled with excitement.
Pansy immediately pulled Draco into a hug, shouting something about how heâd almost given her a heart attack with that final dive for the Snitch. Draco laughed, hugging her back before turning to you, and you threw your arms around him, congratulating him on the catch.
One by one, you and Pansy made your way through the group, hugging each of the boys, feeling the thrill of victory in every laugh, every smile. Mattheo picked you up briefly, spinning you around before setting you down, both of you laughing as he ruffled your hair. Blaise gave you a quick hug, still beaming as he clapped Theo on the shoulder, their shared pride shining through.
The air buzzed with joy and triumph as the celebration continued on the field, the Slytherin house united in victory, the players and friends all caught up in the moment, letting the adrenaline and happiness wash over them. This was the kind of memory that would stay with you foreverâthe kind of joy that felt limitless, boundless, and for a moment, everything was perfect.
As the crowd began to move off the pitch, heading back to the Slytherin common room with laughter and celebration echoing through the night, you felt a gentle tug on your arm. Turning, you found Theo beside you, his hand lingering on your wrist as he subtly pulled you back from the group. His expression was warm, his eyes softened with something quieter than the exhilaration of the victory, and your heart skipped a beat as you slowed to match his pace.
The others drifted ahead, too wrapped up in their own excitement to notice the two of you hanging back. Theo glanced around, making sure no one was watching, before he looked at you with a faint smile.
âI wanted to thank you.â he said, his voice low, barely audible over the lingering noise of celebration. âFor everything. Not just for tonight.â
You felt a warmth spread through you as he spoke, his words carrying a weight that went beyond the game, beyond the victory. It was about everything that had happenedâthe support, the fight, the loyalty youâd shown him through the toughest moments.
âYou donât have to thank me,. you replied softly, smiling up at him. âIâd do it all over again if I had to.â
Theoâs eyes held yours, something unspoken passing between you. Then, without another word, he pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you with a warmth and familiarity that felt like home. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, steady and strong, and for a brief moment, the rest of the world faded away.
As he pulled back, his face close to yours, he hesitated, his gaze flickering to your lips for the briefest of seconds before he looked away, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he grinned, the moment of vulnerability passing as he nodded toward the path ahead.
For a brief second, a tense, awkward silence settled between you, each of you unsure of what to do, the unspoken tension hanging heavy in the cool night air. You could feel your pulse racing, your heart hammering with the anticipation that had been building for what felt like ages.Theo cleared his throat, looking away for a moment as if to collect himself, but when he glanced back at you, his eyes lingered, conflicted yet intent. As if deciding all at once, he leaned in, his hand reaching up to gently cup your cheek, and before either of you could think twice, his lips brushed softly against yours.
The kiss was brief but electric, a quiet intensity that sent a thrill through you, leaving you breathless. But just as you began to process what was happening, he pulled back, his hand falling to his side as he looked down, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and guilt.
âI⊠Iâm sorry.â he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. âI shouldnât haveâ I didnât mean toââ
You could see the regret in his eyes, the way he seemed to be bracing himself for your reaction, almost ashamed. He looked ready to pull away, to distance himself again. You felt a surge of determination rise within you. You couldnât let him pull away, not when the moment felt so right. As he started to step back, you reached out, your fingers brushing gently against his hand, grounding him before he could retreat.
Without hesitation, you leaned forward, closing the small distance between you, and kissed himâslowly, deeply, allowing the tension and emotions that had built up to flow freely. This time, there was no awkwardness, no hesitation, only the warmth of his lips against yours, the steady beat of his heart echoing through the touch.
Theo stilled for a moment, his surprise quickly melting into something softer, more certain, as he responded, his hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer. The world around you faded, the distant sounds of laughter and celebration from the common room dimming as you both gave in to the kiss, the barriers that had held you apart finally breaking down. The kiss deepened, a magnetic pull drawing you closer until the world outside that moment ceased to exist. Theoâs hands traced a path up your back, sending a warmth through you that made everything else fade. His lips moved with a gentleness, a passion that left you breathless, a release of everything the two of you had held back for so long.
Somehow, amid the intensity, his Quidditch shirt slipped off, discarded in the haze of your closeness. When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, he paused, his eyes dark with a mixture of affection and amusement as he looked down at the shirt in his hands. Without a word, he lifted it, slipping it gently over your shoulders, letting the familiar, slightly worn fabric settle around you.
The warmth of his hands lingered as he adjusted the shirt on you, his gaze softening as he took in the sight. You looked down, cheeks blazing when you caught a glimpse of his toned chest, the result of years of Quidditch training, each muscle defined and yet somehow perfectly understated. His eyes sparkled as he noticed your blush, a small smile tugging at his lips.
âCome on.â he murmured, his voice soft as he reached for your hand. He squeezed it, grounding you back to the moment, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. With a gentle tug, he pulled you back toward the Slytherin common room, the warmth of his presence steady beside you as the nightâs quiet secrets lingered in the air around you.
As you and Theo stepped into the common room, the lively energy of the celebration settled into a curious, knowing silence. Every eye flicked between the two of youâhis shirt draped around you, cheeks flushed, Theoâs hair slightly tousled. It didnât take much for your friends to put the pieces together, but no one dared to say a word, their smiles a mix of amusement and silent approval.
Draco raised an eyebrow, shooting a smirk in Theoâs direction, while Mattheo gave you a subtle thumbs-up, as though finally, after everything, a balance had been restored. Blaiseâs grin was unmistakable, though he kept his comments to himself for once, nodding at you in quiet acknowledgment.
Across the room, Pansy caught your eye, her own gaze softened with pride and understanding. She gave you a small, satisfied smile, as if sheâd known this was inevitable all along. You returned her glance, feeling the warmth of friendship and relief wash over you, grounding you in the moment.
Without a word, Theoâs hand found yours again, squeezing it gently. In that simple touch, everything felt right, all the struggles and tension finally giving way to a peace youâd both waited so long for. You looked around, surrounded by friends who had stood by you both, and for the first time in months, everything felt exactly as it should be.
And as you settled down into the couch beside Theo, your fingers still intertwined, a quiet contentment settled over the room, the unspoken promise of new beginnings hanging in the air.
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I really loved the massage fic you did awhile ago! I don't really have another idea but could you do another one like that?
Hiya anon! My ongoing back pain and I can definitely dream something up for you!!
ââŠWhy the hell are you standing like that?â
Aiyshaâs disapproving gaze looked over Henry, who was contorting his body to stand in the most unnatural way possible.
âThis is the only way I can stand where the pain is tolerable.â He whined.
Aiysha tutted. âYouâre a grown man, Henry, I told you that this was going to catch up with you! You canât sit like a gremlin while you work anymore.â
Henry shifted, whimpering in pain quietly.
Aiysha cared. A lot. More than sheâd like to admit, and seeing her friend in pain? WellâŠ
âUgh. Fine, look.â She fished a card out of her purse and handed it to Henry. It read:
DR. MONTGOMERY
Liscenced masseuse and chiropractor
The address wasnât too far from his house, Henry thought to himself.
âWhen I broke my back he worked magic. Maybe heâll be able to help you.â
Henry thanked her, and she pulled him into a hug, and he felt his back twinge in pain.
Yeah, heâd need to make an appointment. Today, if possible.
âââââââââ
âHenry Williams?â The receptionist called out.
He stood, and allowed himself to be navigated to a room where presumably Dr. Montgomery was waiting for him.
âAh! Henry! What seems to be the problem?â The man asked, as Henry hopped up onto the massage table.
âSo, uh, my posture isnât great, and my whole back hurts. I donât think itâs like anything wrong, just all my muscles aching a lot.â He explained.
The doctor scribbled some notes as Henry talked.
âOkay, if you can take off your clothes and lie down on the table then we can start, and if the problems persist I can talk to you about further treatment. How does that sound?â
âThat sounds great, thank you!â Henry began unbuttoning his top and the doctor looked away. Henry positioned himself, a towel covering him.
As he put his face through the hole in the massage table he noticed a screen below it.
âOh, cool! What does this do?â
He could hear the doctor approaching him.
âWe use it to play soothing music and visuals to help our clients relax. Here, let me show you.â
The doctor bent down and flipped a switch. The screen came to life, playing a soothing video of the ocean.
Henry felt the cool touch of hands on his back and allowed himself to melt into the table.
Dr. Montgomeryâs hands worked expertly, as if the man knew exactly where the pain was coming from.
Henry bit back moans of relief, trying to focus on the screen below and not the glorious feeling of relieved tension.
The screen might have glitched a little. It was like another image was burned on top of the calming beach video.
He didnât cock his head in confusion. No, it was more that the doctor had moved it to one side to get at a particularly bad knot in Henryâs shoulder.
A few moans escaped.
Henry kept watching the video. He realised they were words. Words burnt into the screen. He tried to make them out as his body sank into the massage table.
SâŠsubâŠmit?
Thatâs weird, he thought to himself.
Another:
Obey.
GivâŠe in
Relax
The words became clearer the more he focused on them.
Deeper
Pleasure
Control
Henryâs mind, unfortunately, was too relaxed to panic. The combination of the calming atmosphere, the relief of the massage, and the subliminal messaging being beamed into his brain for the last 10 minutes had carefully moulded him into a puddle, with any resistance leaving his body with every moan and whine.
Dr. Montgomery tutted.
âYouâre not taking care of yourself. You need to sit properly. Stand every once in a while. Maybe even a light stretch.â
The words washed over Henry, taking up all the free space that PAIN had previously occupied. He tried to agree, to nod, but all he could do was stare.
âOnce this massage is over youâre going to forget all about this little talk weâre having, and youâre going to start being more sensible with how you work and how you sit. Arenât you?â
Henry murmured in response. Which turned into a heavy breath as the doctor pushed down onto a sore point.
âAttaâ boy.â
Aiysha waited outside for Henry, but something was pulling her inside. Sure, her back was fine now - but a little self pampering never hurt anyone�
Before she could make an appointment Henry, with a spring in his step, greeted her outside.
âYou look better.â She grinned.
âI owe you, like, my whole life. Dinner? On me?â
Aiysha smiled at the building.
âSounds great.â
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Third Times the Charm [ ii ]
You and Spencer run into each other at a bar.
WARNINGS: show typical violence (I don't think there's anything in this chapter though)
Spencer Reid x Teacher!Reader | meet-cute | 2.9k
A/N: hi guys!! i just wanted to say thank you guys so much for all the support that Third Times the Charm [i] got !!! i wasn't expecting that at all and just wanted to say thank you!! also, apologies for how long part ii took to come out, midterms were kicking my butt!! plus election stress. anyways! i hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
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âReid, whatâs up with you?â Morgan asked. As the youngest member of their team walked in, he noticed a pep in his step and he didnât immediately go for another cup of the obscene office coffee.
âWhat? What do you mean? Nothingâs up.â Spencer word vomited, quickly realizing if his behavior didnât give himself away, then that certainly did.
âOkay, no. Sit down. Something is up and youâre gonna tell me,â Morgan told him, sitting on the edge of a nearby desk. Spencer was silent for a few seconds, debating if he really wanted to tell Morgan. However, as he thought about what happened in the past when he kept secrets with the team, he thought it couldnât hurt to tell Morgan. After all, itâs not like the rest of the team was there yet. A few lower-level agents were going in and out of the bullpen, but save for the two of them, Morgan and Spencer were the only two team members present.
âFine,â Spencer huffed out, watching as a grin overtook Morganâs features. Knowing Morgan, he quickly told him, âBut you canât tell the rest of the team okay? Not yet at least.â
Morgan looked a little disappointed at that, but conceded to Spencerâs terms, âFine. But if they find out on their own, thatâs not my fault. Remember who you work with.â
Spencer began to tell him about the irresistible teacher he met, along with the events that conspired the previous Monday and earlier that morning. As he spoke, he became more animated, beginning to talk at a speed that was almost too fast for Morgan to understand.
âAnd then, I thought she was going to just leave, you know? I mean she said she had to leave, so I thought she was just going to head out, but Morgan, she asked if she could give me her phone number. Isnât that crazy? And then she just left?!â Spencer rambled, finally getting to the climax of this story.
âPretty. Boy. Reid,â Morgan said as he clapped him on the back. âWho knew you had it in you. Good for you.â
Spencer sat at his desk, blushing. He knew it was soon, but he was hoping it would go well. From high school throughout his life, he never had a good history when it came to the dating scene, never mind his love life. But you seemed kind and funny, and he admired your job, understanding just how unruly and unpredictable high schoolers could be. Before he could daydream any longer, Morgan snapped him out of it.
âSo, when are you seeing her next?â he questioned. Spencerâs eyebrows furrowed, confusedly.
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, she gave you her number, have you texted her?â Morgan questioned. âAre you gonna ask her out?â
Spencer looked taken aback like Morgan had asked him to shoot the president.
âThatâs a bit fast-paced, right? I donât want to seem overbearing to her,â Spencer confessed.
âReid, she seems great. And if she gave you her number, sheâs definitely into you,â Morgan advised him. âGo for it, okay?â
As he got up, and headed back to his desk, the rest of the team trickled into the bullpen. Noticing the odd atmosphere, one which they couldnât quite place based on the neutral expression on Morganâs face and the confused, bordering on frightened, one on Spencerâs they werenât sure what had just conspired.
âWhat was that about?â Emily questioned Morgan.
âJust talking about Reidâs coffee,â Morgan quickly came up with an excuse. âDid you know he puts five sugar packets in there? And thatâs on the low end.â
Emily didnât believe him but decided to let it rest for now.
Hearing the discussion, Garcia added, âYou know, I put him on that cafe, the one where he got that coffee. Their coffee is like if a kitten and a unicorn got meshed together, crashed into a rainbow, and vomited on a sprinkle cupcake.â
The team looked at her in utter confusion.
âItâs good,â she translated. âItâs so good. Too good to be putting Reidâs obscene amount of sugar in it.â
Hearing his name, Spencer was about to interject to defend himself, though JJ cut him off before he got the chance.
âGuys, Hotch wants us in the meeting room in 5. We got a case.â
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The school day had ended and all of your students were gone for the day: no extra help, no club meetings, and certainly no meetings with your supervisor. You only had a few studentâs assignments left to grade; figuring that it would take less than thirty minutes, you decided to leave it for after you got home and had something to eat.
However, as you were on your way out, two of your coworkers stopped in: Andy, a fellow English teacher, and Brian, a history teacher. Brian had worked at the school for a few years at this point, but Andy only started one or two years ago. Anytime you had questions about the new school or needed to confide in someone the two of them had your back.
âHeading out for the day?â the latter had asked.
âYeah, I only have a few assignments left, figured they can wait til I get home,â you joked with them.
âHey, by any chance do you have my copy of Catâs Cradle? Weâre reading it in about a week,â Andy questioned.
âYeah, hangon a second, let me find it,â you told her, shuffling through your bag in attempts to find it.
âDid you lose your copy?â she asked you.
âSomething like that,â you replied vaguely.
âWhat, did you lend it to a kid and they forgot it at home?â Brian chimed in. âIâm surprised, you usually donât lend that out, given your annotations, notes, and everything.â
Your face reddened, thinking about what actually happened to your copy of the book.
âOkay. Yeah, tell us right now whatâs up with you, because you did not lend that to anyone,â Andy had already figured you out. âI could barely get you to let me borrow your copy of Chronicle of a Death Foretold for a day.â
âUgh, fine,â you sighed, setting your stuff down, giving up on getting home early.
Sitting on a desk, you confessed to them what had happened the past few days. From the literal run-in to the book exchange to how he was literally gorgeous.
âSo, what do you know about him?â Brian asked, snapping you out of your trance.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, confused.
âI mean, you know his name is Spencer, but what else?â
That was a valid question that you hadnât thought of.
âDo you at least know what he does for work?â
âOkay! I get it, I didnât think of asking that in the moment though. Too late now,â you huffed at them. To be fair, they did have a point. Besides his name being Spencer, you knew nothing else about him. âAll I know is that he was reading the Illustrated Man and that he wears sweater vests, alright!â
âWell, did you at least get a last name? Maybe we can look him up online,â Brian proposed.
âNo! Thatâs gotta be an invasion of privacy or something!â
âCâmon, just one search canât do any harm,â Andy added.
âFine! But you better not accidentally like a post or something,â you yielded. Seeing as they didnât even have a last name or any other information to go with, you figured their searching wouldnât lead to anything, and therefore no harm would come of it.
As they relentlessly searched through instagram for what had to be at least 10 minutes, Andy finally spoke up: âYeah, I canât find any guy named Spencer who fits your description.â
âMe neither. I mean, what if heâs like a serial killer or something?â Brian questioned.
âGuys! Heâs not a serial killer. Your internet sleuthing was probably just bad. You didnât even have his last name,â you told them.
âFine, but if he does turn out to be oneâŠâ Andy left out the âI told you soâ, but you werenât worried. There was no way that he would even be involved in anything related to that, right?
âAnyways, next week is the beginning of fall break. You guys wanna get drinks or something? Maybe Friday?â Brian proposed.
âYeah, why not,â Andy agreed while you nodded along. After the first month or so of your new job, you figured a fun night out was deserved.
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In your defense, you did try to have an active break from school, but it seemed that the stress of your new job had finally gotten to you. There was only so much cleaning, morning coffee shop runs, and reading you could do. You didnât even have any assignments left to grade or to plan.
Friday couldnât come fast enough.
As you got ready for the night, you decided on a casual outfit, though certainly something different from what you typically wore to work or during a casual day at home.
You were running late as you had opted to put on a bit more makeup than you typically did (not the usual concealer and lip gloss duo). Andy offered to wait outside for you, but after your insistence, she came inside.
âSo has he texted at all since you saw him last?â she questioned as you were rushing to put the last of your jewelry on.
âUm,â you opted to ignore her question, busying yourself with the clasp of a bracelet.
âReally? Câmon, with the way you talked about this guy, you would think heâs some kind of prince charming,â she said, shocked. âI know I joked about him being a serial killer, but this doesnât raise any red flags to you?â
It wasnât that she didnât have a valid point, it was just that Spencer seemed so sweet and genuine. You refused to believe that he was like any of the other men you had interacted with in your love-life.
âMaybe heâs busy with work or something. Last time we ran into each other he said he travels for work,â you defended him.
âYeah, but câmon. Itâs about a week? Isnât that suspicious? Unless heâs batman or something he has some explaining to do,â Andy stated as the two of you left your apartment, heading out to meet up with Brian.
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The team had gotten back from a particularly tiring case the night before, deciding to get drinks together after some sleep. It wasnât that the case was incredibly difficult or uncharacteristically violent and strange, unlike some of their previous cases. It just so happened that the unsub was striking at such quick intervals that they had barely any time to rest. Needless to say, drinks were needed.
As the team joked around the table, the jovial mood bringing laughter and smiles to all of their faces, a group of people walked into the bar. They were standing by the counter, joking amongst each other, when one of them looked away from the group.
No one paid any particular attention to three of them, until Spencer saw the face of who exactly just walked in.
âGuys does anybody need another drink?â Spencer quickly asked. While, sure, most of the drinks at the table were near-finished, it was a bit premature to get another round. However, after the past few days the team had, no one was complaining.
The team shouted out different drinks for Spencer to order, all of which went to the back of his mind, as he was focused on you.
Immediately after ordering the teamâs drinks, he turned to you, who had also seemingly been the one to volunteer to order your friendsâ next round.
âHey,â his voice sounded quiet as the speakers blared music overhead.
âOh my gosh! Hi!â you excitedly greeted him. âHowâve you been?â
âI- Iâve been okay,â he told you, not wanting to reveal that side of his life to you just yet, nevermind in a bar. âSorry I didnât reach out to you. Itâs been a crazy week with work.â
âNo yeah, I understand,â you told him. âHowever, my friend over there does think you may be a serial killer.â
This took Spencer off-guard.
âWhat?â
âYeah, I may have told them about our little run-in, after work the other day, and they tried to find you online, sorry,â You told him. You werenât drunk yet, but you didnât seem to care about letting go of your filter. âThey were surprised they couldnât find you on instagram. Thatâs when they suggested your potential for crime.â
âOh,â Spencer was confused, then let out a small laugh. âWell considering I donât even have a personal email, that may be why they couldnât find an account.â
âReally?â now it was your turn to be perplexed.
âYeah, besides my work email, I donât really have an online presence,â Spencer admitted. You were still a little confused so he blurted out, âDid you know that 80% of stalking victims are tracked using technology? I mean, typically people are stalked by people they know, but still.â
âI did not know that,â was all you could really say in response. Spencer awkwardly nodded, leaving the two of you in a strange, awkward silence.
âDid you at least go anywhere interesting for work?â you asked him, attempting to get rid of the sudden awkwardness.
âWe went to Seattle, but unfortunately didnât have much time to do anything.â
âReally? They overwork you that much?â You were surprised; you finally found someone with a job that nearly equal to yours in that regard. âWhat do you even do for work?â
Right before Spencer could think of a response, the bartender brought out your drinks.
âHey, before you go back to your friendsâ Iâm sorry for not reaching out to you,â Spencer apologized again.
âItâs okay, I get it. Work can be crazy sometimes,â you told him. Before leaving to bring your drinks over to your friends, you blurted out, âto make up for it though, you should definitely call me.â
He only blinked back in response.
âOnly if you want to, I mean. Iâm not gonna force you or anything-â
âNo, yeah Iâll make sure to call you,â Spencer smiled at you. Regardless of what case got thrown his way, he would make sure that this time would. âPromise, okay?â
âAlright, you better keep it then, Spencer,â you told him as you finally made your way back to your friends.
âWho was that?â Brian immediately questioned as soon as you got back to the small table.
âSomeone to make you forget about this Spencer? Who I still think is a serial killer,â Andy muttered that last part much more quietly, but Brian and you still heard it.
âHe is not a serial killer. And coincidentally, that was him,â you informed her.
âYouâre joking.â
âNo, why would I be lying?â
âYou were not lying about that man being gorgeous,â Andy told you, now staring at the man and his table.
âStop staring!â you whacked her in the arm, hoping to get her to stop before his friends noticed.
âWhat? Iâm just saying you were not kidding.â You rolled your eyes.
âDid he finally tell you why he didnât call?â Brian finally asked.
âYeah, he said it was work,â you told the two. You could immediately tell by the look on Andyâs face that she didnât believe you. âHe said he was in Seattle!â
âAlrightâŠ. But just because heâs pretty doesnât mean he canât be hiding something,â Andy retorted back. You just put your head in your hands. You would not be hearing the end of this anytime soon.
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âReid, who was that,â Penelope immediately questioned him, before he even put the drinks down on the table. He rushed to find a reasonable lie but even he didnât believe it.
âI donât know, just some girl. Iâve never seen her before,â Spencer told the group defensively. None of them believed him. âIâm serious! Iâve never met her!â
âReid, no offense, but thatâs the first time weâve seen you talk to a girl and she didnât immediately leave the conversation,â Emily tried to tell him gently but it didnât work at all. Spencer was slightly discouraged, though Penelope and Morgan certainly thought it was funny.
âOkay well, I definitely donât know her so I donât know what to tell you.â Spencer just wanted the attention off of him.. Even if he knew the teamâs jokes were just that, he still wanted to keep this one thing for himself.
Finally, the team had become distracted with the new round of drinks set down on the table, taking the topic of conversation to something completely unrelated. Except for Morgan, that is.
Spencer and him made eye contact, and he knew that Morgan knew for sure that the girl from the bar wasnât âjust some girlâ, but most definitely the girl Spencer had told him about a few days ago.
Spencer asked him not to say anything with his expression, and either Morgan understood or didnât care enough to press on the issue.
One thing was for sure. Spencer would call her. Nothing would get in his way this time: not paperwork, not a meeting with Straussâ not even an unsub would get in the way this time.
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Intervention
Summary: Relativity/Reunion Falls AU, Mabel and Stan have a talk.
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Itâs when Stan gets upstairs and finds that Ford has moved his weird stuffed animal collection that is the absolute last straw.
âOkay, no,â Stan snaps, and Stanford immediately spins around from where he was setting a notebook on the nightstand. It looks like one from downstairs in the craft store.
âWho said you could move my stuff?â Stan says, crossing his arms. âThatâs my nightstand.â
âOh, uhâ sorry,â Stanford says. âIt was cleared off when I put this here, soââ
âIt wasnât cleared off when you got here. Thatâs my stuff!â
âWell, I thought you must have moved itââ
âThat was your first mistake then, wasnât it.â
âHey, come on,â Stanford says, clenching his hands into fists at his sides, before seeming to catch himself and shoving them behind his back. He still glares at Stan, though. âI didnât do anything wrong.â
âThe fact that you think so is just more proof of how much youâve done wrong!â
âWhat does that even meanââ
âHey!â comes a new voice, and both of them turn around to see Grauntie Mabel standing in the doorway.
âI moved your weird stuffed animal collection, Stanley,â she says. âFord needs a place to put his things too.â
âBut this is my room!â Stan snaps. âHeâs just taking everythingââ
âThatâs enough,â Grauntie Mabel says. âCome here, young man. We need to have a talk.â
Before Stan can protest, she takes his arm and walks him out of the room. They make it down to the bottom of the steps before Stanley yanks his arm free.
âLet go of me,â he snaps. Grauntie Mabel lets him move away, but turns and crosses her arms, still appearing very firm. She moves so sheâs standing in between Stan and the attic.
âStanley Pines, I have had just about enough of this,â Grauntie Mabel says. âFord has not done anything to warrant this kind of treatment from you. Why are you acting like this? It isnât like you.â
âIâm being the unreasonable one?â Stan says, throwing his hands up. âYou just let another kid stay here without asking me first! And heâs in my room and heâs moving my stuff!â
âI told you, I moved your stuff,â Grauntie Mabel says. âIâm sorry I didnât talk to you ahead of time. I should have done that. But that isnât Fordâs fault. And he came here because he wanted to meet you.â
âGreat, heâs met me. He can go home now.â
âStan.â
âWhy? Why does he have to be here? I donât want him here! Things were good before he showed up!â
âThings might be even better with him,â Grauntie Mabel says. âHow would you know if you donât give him a chance?â
âYou know you donât like brussel sprouts but you said youâve never had them!â
âThatâs a vegetable, Stanley,â Grauntie Mabel says, sounding slightly exasperated. âHeâs a person. And having a sibling can be a really amazing thing.â
âOh, how would you know?â Stan says, crossing his arms.
Grauntie Mabel takes a deep breath. âI think if you gave Ford a shot, you would really like him,â she says.
âI donât want to give him a shot.â
Grauntie Mabel gives him a look. âWhy on earth not, Stan? You want to give everyone a shot.â
âNot the stupid boring twin who my parents probably only kept because he sucks,â he snaps.
Grauntie Mabelâs eyes widen. âHey,â she says, though her tone softens. âNow thatïżœïżœïżœs not fair.â
âOh, that isnât fair? What about them picking him over me! How is that fair?â
Grauntie Mabel crouches down and puts a hand on his shoulder, all of the anger in her eyes replaced with concern. âIt isnât fair, Stanley,â she says gently. âThatâs not what itâs about.â
âWellâ what is it about, then?â Stan asks. His voice cracks on the last word, and he glares down at the ground. âWhy wouldnât they want me? Didââ he sniffs. âDid I do something wrong?â
âNo,â Grauntie Mabel says firmly, and Stan finds himself being pulled into a tight hug. âSweetie, no, you did not do anything wrong, you were just a baby.â
âBut then why would they keep him and not me?â Stan asks, burying his head in Grauntie Mabelâs chest. âWhat did I do?â
âYou didnât do anything, sweetheart,â Grauntie Mabel says. âNeither of you did anything. This is on your parents, making a really unfair and awful decision. It is definitely not your fault, and itâs not Fordâs either.â
Stanâs breath hitches, and when Grauntie Mabel pulls him closer, he breaks, and starts crying into her shirt. She doesnât say anything, just holds him close and lets him.
Stan isnât sure how long they stay there, but Grauntie Mabel doesnât rush him at all, even though Stanâs pretty sure all the crouching isnât good on her old lady knees.
Eventually, though, Stan pulls back, wiping at his eyes.
âAre you feeling any better?â Grauntie Mabel asks.
Stan shakes his head and sniffs. âNot really.â
Grauntie Mabel gives him a sad smile. âThatâs okay, bud. This stuff is real hard. Iâm sorry you got it all sprung on you. If Iâd known Ford was going to show up, I would have told you first.â
âWhy do you keep callinâ him Ford?â Stan asks. âI thought he said his name was Stanford.â
âI thought it might be easier to differentiate. Since youâve both got âStanâ in the first part of your name.â
Stan sniffs again and looks down, fidgeting with his fingers. âDidnât have to do that before,â he mutters.
âTrue,â Grauntie Mabel agrees. âSometimes you have to adjust things to make room for other people. But itâs worth it, buddy. Can you trust me on this?â
Stan meets Grauntie Mabelâs gaze. She definitely seems sincere.
âGrauntie Mabel?â he asks. âWhy did you want me?â
âAw, how could I not?â Grauntie Mabel says, and before Stan can say anything, she scoops him up into her arms. âOne look at those cheeks, who wouldnât want to pinch âem?â She proceeds to do just that, and Stan squeals in protest, trying to push himself backwards off Grauntie Mabelâs face. It just makes her laugh.
She stops after a second and gives him a warm smile. âListen Stanley,â she says. âThereâs not a thing you can do that would get rid of me, okay? Iâm always gonna want you around.â
âPromise?â Stan whispers. His voice shakes more than heâd like.
Grauntie Mabel pulls him into another tight hug. âI promise.â
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After a little bit more time to cool off, Stan does go upstairs to apologize to Stanfordâ to Ford? That does sound better. Heâs not sure what exactly heâs expecting to see when he opens the door to their bedroom, but itâs definitely not Ford putting all of his weird stuffed animals back on the nightstand, the notebook from before tossed haphazardly on the spare bed.
âHey,â Stan says. It comes out more awkward than he wants.
Ford turns to look at him. âUhâ hey. Sorry, I didnât know how you had these set up before, but I tried to balance the weight distribution so itâs less likely theyâd fallââ
Stan snorts. âMan, you really are a nerd, huh?â
Ford fixes his glasses and doesnât reply.
Stan sighs. He walks over towards Ford, trailing his gaze on the ground so he doesnât have to meet his eyes. âLook,â he says. âIâm sorry Iâve been kinda sucky to you. I justâ wasnât expecting any of this. I thought my Ma and Pa were dead. I didnât know I had a secret twin brother who my parents like more than me. It justâ doesnât feel good.â
âI wasnât trying to make you feel bad,â Ford says quietly. âI just learned I had a brother I never met, and I wanted to meet you. See if you were better than what Pa said.â
Stan winces. âGuess I messed that up,â he mutters.
Thereâs a pause, and Stan glances up to find Ford looking thoughtfully at him. âWhat?â
Ford shakes his head. âYou didnât mess it up,â he says. âYou said sorry. That already makes you better than Pa.â
Stan blinks. âThatâs not a very high standard.â
Ford shrugs.
Stan doesnât know what to say to that, so instead he just keeps going with what heâd planned to say.
âSo really I just meant, uh, sorry I treated you like them picking you was your fault,â he says. ââCause itâs not. Just⊠do you think we can try a do-over? I promise I donât actually think youâre a weirdo.â
Ford looks away, and Stan canât read the expression on his face for a second. But then his gaze turns determined, and when he turns back to Stan, he nods. âDo-over,â he says. âDeal.â
Stan smiles and holds out his hand for a shake. But Ford looks at the hand like itâs going to poison him.
âUh,â Stan pulls his hand back. âSorry?â
âNo, Iââ Ford shoves his hands behind his back, and his cheeks turn bright red. âI donât like handshakes.â
âOh,â Stan says. âOkay, no worries! See, weâre getting to know each other already! What do you want to do instead?â
Ford looks startled, like the question had never occurred to him. âUhâŠâ
After a second, Stan can tell heâs struggling, so he waves it off. âWell when you figure it out, let me know. For now, letâs find a new spot for my weird stuffed animals collection.â
âWhy do you call it that?â Ford asks, as they both turn back to the nightstand.
ââCause all of them are weird or messed up in some way!â Stan calls happily. He grabs one and hands it to Ford. âThis is Steven, heâs a stuffed kitty who had a tear down his side when I bought him. So I fixed him up and now he has a cool scar!â He grabs another one and hands it over too. âThis is Eyeball. Heâs a spider where they put one eye that was different from the rest. See, this oneâs got a pupil, and none of the rest of them do. This is Sally, sheâs a crow with a cracked plastic beak. And Grauntie Mabel helped me make this one, itâs Shmebulock, heâs my favorite gnome. And this is my last one for now, sheâs Nina the octopus! Sheâs got an extra arm. When Grauntie Mabel and I are out shopping, if I see a weird stuffed animal, she lets me buy it and add it to my collection! Cool, huh?â He balances the last one on top of the others in Fordâs arms.
Fordâs staring at them with an expression Stan canât quite put a name too. After a second, he nods. âCool,â he says softly.
Stan nods in approval of Fordâs approval, and then turns around, surveying the rest of the room to try and think of a better place to put it.
âYou know, I think if I got Grauntie Mabelâs help we could build a cool display shelf! We can put it above my bed, so I have easy access! What do you think?â
When he turns back around, Ford has set all the stuffed animals down on Stanâs bed except for Nina, who heâs staring at.
Stan grins at him. âYou like Nina?â
Ford fiddles with Ninaâs extra tentacle and nods.
Stan grins a little wider, walks over to Ford, and pushes Nina closer towards him. âAll yours.â
Ford looks up at him. âWhat? You donât have toââ
âNah, itâs okay. Consider it part of the apology. Just help me look for more, okay?â
Ford nods, a smile growing on his face. âOkay,â he says. He squeezes Nina a little tighter but doesnât say anything else.
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BFG (10)
Summary: Heâs new to town and just your typeâŠ
Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader
Warnings/Tags: pregnancy, fluff, love confessions
Catch up here:Â BFG (9)
BFG masterlist
Legend: Y/M/N = Your mother's name Y/F/N = Your father's name
Frances left after she was sure Reacher came back to stay, and that he wouldn't leave again. You watched them say goodbye. Reacher nodded at Neagley and silently thanked her while she awkwardly looked at him.
You got that both, Neagley and Reacher are not fans of showing emotions or hugs. Still, you knew the moment you saw them interact for the first time that they shared a special kind of friendship.
âHave a safe trip home,â you didnât shake her hand or hug her. Not because you didnât want to, though. You figured that Neagley doesnât like physical contact, and respected her personal space. âIf you ever come back, you have a place to stay and free cereals.â
She smiled and nodded. âYou better keep Mayor Reacher in line. He can be hard to handle but is a protective giant. Heâll be good to you and the baby.â She leaned closer and whispered in your ear. âIf he gets antsy, give me a call. Iâll set him straight.â
You giggled and wished her well. Holding back the urge to hug her, you watched Neagley enter her car and drive away. âWhat did she say?â Reacher asked. âY/N?â
âOh, she wanted me to take good care of you, and your stomach,â you chuckled and patted his belly. âHow can you stay so fit, and eat that much at the same time?â
âIâm a big guy,â he said and looked down at his body. âMa always said I grew big and strong for a reason.â He lifted his big hands to look at them. âMaybe she was right.â
âI know she was right,â you said and took his hands to place them on your belly. âYou grew big and strong enough to hold your baby one day.â
Reacher smiled at your words. He nodded, eyes glued to his hands on your belly. You didnât show yet, but he already imagined you swollen with his child. The baby wasnât planned, but he wouldnât want to change a thing.
âSo, did you think about names already?â Reacher looked up from the assembly instructions of the new cradle you bought. âReacher?â
âUhâno,â he said, surprised that you wanted him to think of a name. Reacher didnât expect to have a say in this. âDo you already know what weâre having?â
âNot yet,â you said and stepped closer to Reacher. The giant sat on the ground; long legs stretched out to read the assembly instructions. âItâs too soon.â
You looked around the room you wanted to turn into a nursery. Reacher already cleaned out the former guestroom and painted the walls in neutral colors.
Reacher followed your eyes, grinning as you admired the teddy bear he painted on the wall. You had no clue he could draw. âIâm finished with the wardrobe and the diaper-changing table. I am trying to build the cradle now. It seems a few screws are missing.â
âHow about a break? You worked all morning,â you softly said, and ran your hand over his shoulders. âI made lunch. Sally Ann and the new girl take care of the diner today. I have the day off and we could talk about baby names.â
âMy maâs name was Josephine,â he said, eyes saddening. âMaybe Joseph for a boy. My brother would be over the moon, or not. He wasnât very emotional.â
You smiled and sat down next to him to pat his thigh. âI like both. Josephine Y/M/N for a girl, and Joseph Y/F/N for a boy. We can decide after finding out about the gender in a few weeks.â
âThatâs good,â Reacher shoved the food you made into his mouth, groaning as he couldnât get enough. âYouâre a great cook too.â
âYou hit the jackpot.â You winked at Reacher before putting more mashed potatoes and another steak on his plate. âEat up, I got dessert too.â
Reacher licked his lips, already imagining something sweeter than dessert. Heâd wait until he finished the nursery, of course. âWhat will we get for dessert?â
âI tried a new variation of my peach pie. You can have whipped cream too.â He kept on praising your food. You sighed all the while watching him eat. âIf you don't want to eat peach pie again, I can make a cherry pie or apple pie.â
âI love your peach pie,â he murmured while eating more mashed potatoes. âAnd your pie tastes great too.â
âYouâre naughty,â you giggled and threw your napkin at him. Reacher easily caught the napkin and wiped his mouth clean. âI like it.â
He laughed, deep and rich as you dreamily looked at the giant of a man. Who wouldâve thought heâd stay and raise a child with you when he walked into your diner for the first time?
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#reacher#reacher x reader#jack reacher#plussized reader#reacher x plussized reader#BFG (10)#reacher x you#reacher x y/n
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My BTS bias is RM, btw. Just so you know.
My sister says he's the one who came up with the Carl Jung concept, so I guess it fits my interests anyway.
#all i did was watch season 3 of bon voyage ok#bc they go to malta and it's been a year since i was there#i liked when he and jimin took selfies by the triton fountain for#idk how long#but they started when it was light and when they finished it was almost dark#they really appreciated the magnificence of the fountain#and kept talking about how great it looked#then they hung out in the upper barraka gardens for 10 years#i did that too <3 they have the most sense for how beautiful the architecture is#idk i think they're neat#bts#music stuff
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Please list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals, followers and all the wonderful people on here! Hope you've been having a wonderful new year so far ^^
Ooo, 5 things that make me happy are
Welcome home
My friends
People who are nice to me
Fun colorful things
And other things that I like to watch/play/draw!
There's many things that make me happy...way to much to list, I'm usually happy a lot! But anyway, I hope your year is going wonderful as well!
Also
EEEEEEE YOUR ART IS SO AWESOME
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Julies for u
#welcome home#partycoffin#julie joyful#not just an ask but i didnt notice we were mutuals#what a great day!#or night? it is 1 in the morning#AND I HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW NOOO#aw man i wanted to finish my wally looking at the subnautica aurora ship ruined while sitting on the escape pod at night#i started playing subnautica yesterday and cant stop thinking about it#i used to watch dantdm play it over and over#i kept rewatching from beginning to end and that takes days for how many hours he put into those video's or even HOW many video's#why do i want to rewatch them again...#I DUNNO MY BRAINS FILLED WITH SUBNAUTICA#thats a lot of talking its not even related to the post GOODNITE
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#so i did âmeet my old friend from years ago yesterday. i was sooooo nervous omgggg. and i was waiting outside the cafĂ© we agreed on#and then saw them walk in and i was like omgggg. the anxiety... but then i gathered courage and walked towards it and thry saw me thru the#window and came out and immediately hugged me. then they were like 'omg i've been so nervous. even more than before like a date!!'#so that made me relax a bit. i feel like i dont really fully estimate what i mean to them. maybe they care about me as well haha !!#then we just got our stuff and i chose a smoothie and was ready to pay but they just got it with their stuff (they work at this chain so#they got a discount). i feel so so bad & anxious when someone else pays for me. like i feel like a burden#but i asked twice if i should send them money for it and they were like no that's fine. so i had to tell myself to just shut up abt it đ„Č#bc if u keep asking u make it into a thing and make them uncomfortable etc. so i really appreciated that and it was nice even if i felt bad#but yeah then we just sat down and talked. and it was so much easier to talk to them than i had been worried abt#like it flew nicely and yeah.. i feel like i forgot a lot abt them. like they're good at conversating. so they kept it going & even if i was#awkward it was fine for them. i did however get swept up in my own anxiety so as they asked me questions i answered#but then was too whirlwindy so i didnt really ask as much back and there were things i wanted to ask but didnt :')))#then they had cards and a card game with them. so we played for a bit too. and it was a lot of fun!!! (i was anxious and kinda slow lmao#bc when i dont know smth or the rules etc already my brain stops working so yeah.. even if it was simple games i was like um um what do i do#felt stupid but yeah again they didnt do anyhing to contribute to me feeling stupid but i still felt slow >.<#but i still thought that was so much fun. i wanna do more of that T-T like yeah...that was nice#then we took a lil longer walk to a bus stop before hastily said goodbye bc the busses came T-T#it was really really really nice tho. i have missed them a lot#and i didnt .. think we would ever see eachother again. i really didnt think this could happen#im so glad i somehow got brave enough to message them and im so so glad they wanted to see me too#i cant help but wish i could go back to when we were younger#and we spent every day in school together and messaged during the days and evenings and spent sm time together#when we went into the city like several times a week and took long walks. ahh... well. im glad we got to have those moments#& idk what will happen now. i really really want to see them again. even if we'll never be that close friends again i'd *wish* that we could#still be in touch. but im so bad at replying which doesnt go over great with them.. i'll try my best to reply quicker to them#*if* they message me. sadly i cant erase my avpd but i'll try my best to reply faster if and when they message)#they also complimented my sweater i was wearing (which is my fav sweater) !!!! and yeah.. they looked so cool. which they always have#and i kept thinking abt how nice their eye makeup was (i was too shy to compliment it tho bc im really bad at like 'nice' affectionate and#anything feeling related. like im so bad... so i couldnt say anything </3)#ugh it was just so nice to sit and talk with them. im so glad i went despite my fears. bc this was so good and nice :')))
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whatever og text i had in mind for this post about ko shibasaki looking like sayama in this movie is completely cancelled on account of utsumi (this character)'s first name being kaoru and i only found this out cause i was looking up her name just to be sure when making this post
like jesus christ i legally have to make this post now
#snap chats#they literally never say her first name in the movie. i think lol LIKE WHEN I FOUND OUT I WAS JUST 'NO FUCKING WAY'#i do have to be tbh and say her face /is/ a little more round than sayama's#and its absolutely predominantly because of how her bangs and wardrobe are so close to sayama's that i think she look like her#BUT I CAAAANT THE WHOLE MOVIE I WAS JUST THINKIN ABOUT SAYAMA... i miss her...#OH RIGHT THE MOVIE THOUGH noooo fuck you this movie was so good it actually made me want to write a summary for it LMAOOO#LIKE I LIKE WRITING SUMMARIES BUT IVE JUST BEEN SO LAZY ABOUT IT WITH THE PAST FEW THINGS IVE SEEN BUT GOD.#ignore the fact i finished this movie two hours ago i was too busy fiddling with a card holder kit but. ill make a post about that next--#THIS MOVIE THOUGH NOOOOO IT WAS SO GOOD //SCREAMS AND YELLS AND DESTROYS A SNOWGLOBE//#god the part where ishigami and yukawa are walking by the homeless and it just lingers on an empty spot.. LIKE I THOUGHT I WAS WACK#CAUSE I WAS LIKE 'hang on wasnt there a guy there last scene' and obviously there was since the shot lingered right#BUUUUTT WHEN IT WAS REVEALED DOWN THE LINE SHUT UPPP I LITERALLY YELLED IM SO GLAD. my roommates arent home..#on god i thought the movie was gonna end with utsumi and fukawa's convo from the beginning#and i was gonna make a gaf about how fukawa was acting irrationally because he was too in love LMAOOO#BUT THEN IT KEPT GOING AND. im so glad it did. ishigami valid tbh#id also cover up and take blame for AND ACTUALLY commit murder for a girl if she said hi to me and made me lunch while i was trying to kms#while fukawa and ishigami were talkin that first night tho i just thought of after the rain.. lol... maybe the mangaka was inspo'd by that.#anyway. this movie was great. it reminded me of sherlock but if it was directed well and actually let you solve the mystery too#CAUSE WHILE I WAS WATCHING THERE WERE POINTS WHERE I TOO WAS JUST 'hang on' AND I JUST POCKETED THE INFO FOR LATER#i kicked and screamed when ishigami was talking abut how he formats his tests LIKE I SAID 'oh you fucking slipped'#when ishigami called and told her he had a white envelope in there bitch i knew it was gonna be the stalker letter i YELLED#LIKE I LIKE HOW THE MOVIE SETS THINGS UP SO ABUNDANTLY. IT'S FUN SEEING IT FIT IN THE MOVIE LATER ON#the twist of there being two bodies was so fun tho cause at the start of the movie i was sure two murders happened the same night#so when it was played off as just one i was like Oh. Ok. im still stumped on how he snuck a body out of the apartment#but yk what one detail is like. whatever in comparison to the rest of the movie being fun to watch#god im running out of tags POINT IS. PLEAAASE watch this movie if you got two hours#ive left some minor warnings on my Watchlist doc but there's nothing. TOO extreme ??#i mean there's an aforementioned suicide attempt but aside from that it's nothing too grotesque. for an rgg fan ig#ok bye i have to ramble about the card holder i got <3
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Was soooooo happy with this phase 1 which is what made it so much funnier that I was immediately clapped by his phase 2 đ
#romina is still my fave boss but messmer is a solid second#almost every other boss I would describe as âwouldâve been good if their damage wasnât so overtunedâ#my stance if that if Iâm consistently losing to a boss with 10/14 flasks left the damage is overtuned#vs me losing to sword saint isshin with no gourds or pellets left bc he was tough enough to whittle me down#fromsoft bros will say get good but think high numbers is big difficulty#an actually difficult boss doesnât need big damage output if the mechanics are the challenge#I donât actually mind how relentless the bosses are in ER but I mind how HARD they hit on top of that#dodging a 12 hit uninterruptible combo where each move does like 1/10th of your health? thatâs fine.#if I properly time 3 of those dodges I can still make it and itâs honestly my bad if Iâm getting killed by that#dodging a 12 hit uninterruptible combo where each hit takes out 1/2 of ur health bar & has a 50% chance for an additional retaliation combo?#I *can* do it but Jesus Christ what a waste of my time lmao#how am I supposed to learn a boss when I canât get into a flow state bc a single mistake can end a run smh#I just beat gaius and I didnât even feel accomplished I was just like ugh finally#I feel like 95% of his moves are fine once you work out the delays and positioning#but I kept getting clipped by his charge attack like I would dodge out of the way but once the i frames were finished Iâd still get hit#bc I guess I wasnât dodging a perfect 90 degrees to him and the hitbox for that attack is long as hell#which would be whatever if that move didnât take out like 2/3 of my health and come out nigh instantly#I donât even really know the tell for the move bc I beat him before I learned it bc I lucked out on a run where he didnât charge me a lot#luckily the game is absolute DELIGHT to look at and explore that I can forgive the absolute bullshittery of the bosses#like I just got to the summit of dragon peak and Iâm blown away by the design of that mountain#if weâre talking verisimilitude in games how about that whole shebang#no obvious well worn path up to the top of the mountain bc itâs just for dragons whoâs gonna be walking up there?#having the player follow a trail of increasingly dense dragon corpses is SUCH a great tone setter#which means Iâm probably going to hate bayle but whatever Iâm already invested letâs gooooo#tsuchi plays games
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