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candyheartedchy · 2 years ago

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A Muse (Part 1)

Summary: When a artist down on her luck shows up in Gravity Falls, she soon finds herself awaking what she believes to be a muse.

Word Count: 2,686

Leaves rustled in the autumn air as a RV rode down a dirt path, snapping branches and sticks underneath it’s tires as it pulled off into a little clear opening. The vehicle soon came to a stop before the door opened and a auburn haired woman stepped out, carrying a large, crinkled road map. The cold breeze nipped at the woman’s skin, causing her to shiver in her sweater as she stood before a wooden shack, looking lost.

Inside the Mystery Shack, a wavy, sandy brown haired woman hummed to herself as she stocked the clothing rack with shirts. A large, heavyweight man wearing a suit soon walked over.

“Oh, color coordinated! Nice!”

“I thought it would catch the customer’s attention more.”

The man smiled, “It makes me want to get one of every color, and I already do!” he then paused, “You know, speaking catching customers’ attention, we haven’t had a single person come in today.”

“It’s probably just a slow day. We get those sometimes.”

“I know. I’m just hope people aren’t growing tired of this place, you know? Like what if I’m not cut out for this and I can’t bring in people anymore. And lose the shack because I can’t pay the rent? What if I let Stan down!?” the man began to panic until his face was grabbed, being forced to stop and look down at the woman.

“Soos, you been doing a wonderful job running this place. You would never let Stan down. Why do you think he put you in charged? He believed in you, just as much as I do. You just have to believe in yourself.” she smiled, squishing Soos’ face a bit.

Soos sighs before smiling back, “You’re right Melody. Stan trusted me with the shack for a reason. I’m just being a glummy-gus.“

Melody then pulled Soos down and kissed him on the forehead before returning back to her work. Soos smiled at her, brows lowered as he stared off, still uncertain.

Just then, the shack’s door open. Stepping inside was the RV driver.

“Hey, um, do you know the way into town, I’m kinda lost?” the woman asked, alerting the two.

“To get into town? Absolutely! Here, let me get you a map.”

Following the man over to the front desk, the woman kept getting distracted by the shop’s decorations. Her eyes keep meeting strange and unfamiliar creatures and items. From regular gift shop merchandise to messily put together taxidermy creatures and statues. All feeling like they were watching her.

Grabbing a map of the town, Soos handed it over, “So, what brings you to Gravity Falls? Taking a detour?”

The woman looked off in the distance, almost dramatically, “Artistic inspiration.”

“Oh, your an artist? That’s cool. What kind of stuff do you make?”

“Anything really. Though I dealing artist block right now... Been traveling all over to find something to kickstart my creative juices, but nothing worked so far.” the woman frowned, “And I feel like I’m running out of places.”

“Luckily for you, Gravity Falls is filled with a lot of inspiring people and landmarks! I recommend stopping by Greasy’s Diner first if you’re hungry. Best pancakes around!“

“Well, I do have to get some supplies in town anyway, so maybe I’ll stop by.”

“Great! Oh, and once you see the water tower, you’ll know you made it.”

“Thank you. You both have a lovely day.” The woman waved before exiting the shack.

“No problem, dude!” Soos waved back.

Diving into town, the woman glanced around, looking for a diner of some sort until she spotted a log shaped building. She peeked at the town map, seeing it as one of the town’s popular landmarks. She looked back out the window.

“This must be it.”

Stepping inside the diner, the woman glanced around, noticing how crowded the place was as talking and chattering filled the air.

“Maybe I’ll come back later��” she told herself, turning before a manicured hand grabbed her shoulder.

“If you’re worried about seating, there’s a booth in the back if you want it.” a older woman with a lazy eye smiled warmly at her.

“Oh, that’s okay, uh,” the woman glanced at the name tag, “Susan, I was just curious.” she stated before her stomach growled.

“Sounds like you could use something to eat, come, sit and relax! I’ll get you a menu!” Susan walked the woman over to the back, motioning her to sit, “Here you go, sweetie, what would you like to drink while you look over the specials?”

“Do you have coffee?

“Sure we do! Dark or regular.”

“Dark is fine.”

“So, what brings you here?”

“I was told by… Soos, that this place have the best pancakes around.”

“He did!? I’m guessing you want pancakes then?”

“Yes, if that’s okay?”

Susan laughs, “So polite! Of course it’s okay! Let me get you that coffee while you wait for those pancakes.”

“Thank you.”

After getting her coffee, adding a few packets of sugar into it, her pancakes finally arrived. As the woman began to eat, she couldn’t help but watched the other customers in the diner. They were all a butch of unusual looking folks, but they seem happy. She then stared out the window, taking a sip of her coffee, deep in thought.

“So, how are you liking everything so far?” Susan asked, “Need more coffee?”

“I’m good thank you. I do however have a question though.”

“Ask away!”

“Do you know any places around her that, well, inspires a person?”

“Inspire, like how?”

“To make someone want to paint or something?“

“I’m not much of a painter, but I do find the woods to be peaceful this time of the year. With all those fall colors and all.” Susan smiles, “I do however scrapbook about my cats, they’re are my inspirations. You just need to find something that’s yours.”

“Trust me Susan, I been trying.” the artist said before feeling the older woman pat her shoulder.

“I’m sure it’ll come to you when you least expect it.”

The woman sighs, “I hope so.”

Inside the RV, back in the woods, a few bags sat on a dinette table as the woman began unpacking them from her trip into town. Stacking a few cans into her small pantry, the artist dropped one of the cans as it rolled across the floor. Following after the can to pick it up, the woman mindlessly looks out her window, spotting a small face pressed against the glass. Frighten by this, the woman screamed. Grabbing a skillet, the woman rushed outside, scanning the area.

“What do you want?!” she screamed, stepping around, not realizing a group of gnomes were sneaking into her RV, walking out with random items.

Before they could finish their theft, one of the gnomes got hit with the pan, getting knocked out as they all began to scatter, dropping the woman’s stuff to the dirt.

“That’s right, y’all better run, you little thieves!”

The gnomes ran off, screaming as they left the woman alone. Picking up her stuff, the woman stiffen as she heard a groan. The gnome, who she hit before started to sit up, rubbing his head in pain from the impact of the skillet until yelping at the sight of the woman towering over him with the pan in her hand.

“You’re not gonna hit me with that again, are you!”

“Maybe.” the woman glared.

“Look, I can explain! Winter is coming soon. We saw you show up and figured you had food. We were desperate!”

“By also stealing my toaster and radio?”

“Hey, we have to jam out while heating up the food!”

Mixed with emotions, the woman sighed before speaking, “Look, if y’all need some food, I guess I could spare some. But only the food!”

The gnome’s eyes widen hearing this, causing a few more little men to walk out, “Really? You’ll do that for us? Even though we try to steal from you?”

“I know about being short on food... I live in a RV… Just tell me what y’all need.”

Making up a few bags full of food, the woman watched as the gnomes walked off into the forest, happily.

“Thank you kindly, friend.” the younger, brown haired gnome tipped his pointy hat.

“No problem. Sorry about the pan in the face.”

“It’s okay. I think I only lost one tooth.” he stated, smiling as he revealed a gap.

The artist laughs, watching the gnome then walk way with his group, waving goodbye.

“Thanks again.”

The woman waved back before throwing her hands on her hips, “No one is gonna to believe this… but this could make a great painting!”

Setting up her easel and paint, the woman stared at the canvass, determined.

“Okay, there’s no way I can’t paint anything now after all of that.” she smiled.

A hour past as the setting sun soon made its way across the land. The woman tapped her paintbrush along the side of the easel, frustrated before she angrily threw her brush.

“I CAN’T STAND THIS! I literally just meet mystical creatures and I still can’t get inspired!” the artist screamed before kicking her easel over and walked off into the woods.

Walking down a path, the woman stared at the ground, heartbroken, “It’s been months. What if I never create again? Can I even call myself a artist anymore?” she asked before a raindrop hit her nose.

Out of nowhere, it began to downpour, causing the woman to panic, looking for shelter. She started to run, glancing around for a familiar path, trying to get back to her RV. But it got darker. And she was lost.

“Where’s the RV?!”

Lightning started to flash across the sky, causing the woman to jump as thunder followed. She kept running, barely seeing where she was going until she slipped, tumbling down a cliffside, getting covered in mud. Hitting the bottom, hard, the woman laid there in pain, dizzy and confused before pushing herself up. Drenched, the woman looked up before spotting a cave nearby. The artist quickly got to her feet, almost struggling to stand as she ran toward it. Once inside, safe from the storm, the woman started shivering from the cold, dripping wet as she watched lightning light up the sky a few times. Walking further into the cave, the woman pulled out her phone and turned on the flashlight before realizing how much deeper the cave was. She stared off into the darkness before her, feeling almost pulled in by it. Without thinking, the woman began to towards it, making her way deeper into the cave.

The further she walked, the further the sound of the storm faded behind her as the new sound of water dripping filled her ears as it echoed. Glancing around, the woman was hoping to find something, anything, until she soon found herself surrounded by cave drawings. Amazed by this, the woman began to take pictures of them on her phone, light flashings a few times after each click.

“Theses are incredible! So much symbolism!” the woman smiled, panning the camera phone around before freezing.

Spread out on the cave wall was a mural of some sort, paintings of what appeared to look like people worshiping a triangle.

“Wow!” she snapped a picture.

Water dripped from the trees above as the sky cleared and stars were now shown above. It finally stopped raining. Sloshing through the wet ground, the woman finally made it to her RV, cold and dirty. After washing herself and getting in her pajamas for the night, the woman laid in her bed, scrolling through the images off the cave drawings from before.

“I can’t believe these were just hidden down there?” she said, scrolling some more before her heart skipped a beat at the image of the triangle again.

Something about it intrigued her. She never seen anything like it. The woman then squinted at her phone, zooming in the image a bit as she realized there was also some words taken along with it as well. A inscription of some sort. Unknowingly, the woman read them out loud.

Nothing.

The woman then yawned, placing her phone down before nuzzling up under the covers, laying on her side.

“Maybe those cave drawings will inspire me.” she mumbled, closing her eyes, feeling herself drift off to sleep.

The sounds of leaves rustled as the woman ran, being chased by the darkness engulfing her surroundings. Ducking between a few trees, the woman shed silent tears, terrified as millions of hands reached out, grabbing at her. Dodging a few of the hands, the woman tripped, hitting the dirt before looking over her shoulder and screamed until a bright light blinded her. Shielding her eyes, the woman peeked over to see the darkness fading away, almost in pain. Relieved, the woman clenched at her chest, catching her breath before turning back to the light. It was yellow and shaped as a triangle.

Eyes slowly adjusting to the glowing being before her, the woman lightly gasped. It was a triangle all right, but with one eye. She also noticed the top hat and bow tie it was wearing.

“That was close, huh?” it’s voice rang, almost alluring her.

The woman was stunned silent, staring up at the stranger in awe.

“You’re from the painting.”

“And you’re an artist down on her luck! The name’s Bill.”

Confused by the being, the woman raised an heavy brow, “What are you?”

“I’m a muse!”

The artist looked up and down at the floating triangle, almost questioning this, “A muse?“

“Yep and I’m here to help!” Bill threw out his arms.

“Help?”

“Of course! Don’t want that creative mind of yours going to waste, now do we?“

The artist brushed back her loose hair, almost overwhelmed, “You’re really going to help me?” she laughs a little in pain, “You don’t know how long it’s been since I created something. I don’t even know if I’m a artist anymore.”

“Of course your an artist, Chy, you just need to find that spark again.”

The woman froze at the name, “You called me Chy?”

“That is your nickname, right?”

“Yeah, but… I haven’t told anyone about it… at least not here.”

“That’s because I know everything about you. Your the youngest out of six. You’re scared to death of wasting your true potential. And your first crush was a cartoon character.”

The woman waved at the triangle in panic, shushing him, “Shhhh!”

“What, you don’t think other artist haven’t as well?”

“Look, Bill, you said you could help me? How?”

Bill paused for a second, his eye almost scanning the woman, “I could make your artist block disappear forever, just like that,” he snapped his fingers, “Give you endless creativity and inspiration to your heart’s desires. And you give me something in return.”

“Like what?”

“I’m looking for someone to expand my vision. A person who is can see the big picture and eager to learn. And I think that’s person is you.”

“Me, why?”

“You seem like a pretty interesting person. Traveling all over just to get inspiration? Seems you know what you want and determined to get it no matter what.“

The artist rubbed at her arm, “I guess so.”

Bill wrapped his arm around the woman, sly almost, “I wouldn’t have reveal myself to you if you weren’t, would I? So, lets make a deal?”

The triangle held out and hand as it was suddenly engulfed if blue fire.

Seeing this, the woman stiffen, almost entranced by the flame.

“Will it hurt?” the woman winced a little.

“Only if you want it too.”

Looking up to met Bill’s eye, the woman gulps, hesitate.

“I don’t know… We just met and…”

“Look, toots, I’m not asking for your soul or anything,” Bill chuckled saying this, “I just need a helping hand. I help you, you help me. Seems like a solid deal if you ask me.”

Chy inhaled, nervously reaching out and grabbed Bill’s hand as the fire engulfed her hand as well.

“It’s a deal.”

#this is kinda long… and not the best… but i had fun writing and that’s all that matters!#❤️ chypher ❤️#self ship #self insert #self ship fic

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twilightknight17 · 6 months ago

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Decision's Eve - Part 1

This time on P3R: My social links are further along than I thought, so that’s enough to keep me from dwelling on our upcoming decision for longer than necessary.

(Also, obviously, this got too long for one post. XD)

Odagiri’s change of heart is coming along very solidly, because the teachers are being completely unreasonable about the whole thing.

Like… Why on earth does this teacher even want me on the suspect list (for the single cigarette)? Do I look or smell like I smoke? Christ.

Although now I’m contemplating the comedic potential of Odagiri getting tossed into Shujin and crumpling even faster.

But if we went to Shujin, how would we get amazing lessons like this?

Also, the dorm is sort of decorated for Christmas, so… Merry Christmas from this dork and his smaller dorks.

Kenji and I go out for ramen to conclude his link. He’s basically thinking out loud, and I chose to say nothing, because this is rank 10 and I don’t have to be nice anymore. XD

Landed myself a cute boy by being myself, actually. But thanks.

Anyway, how are you doing, Kenji?

You’re the one who called yourself dumb! 8D

Somehow, he considers me his best friend, though, and he has a gift for me!

...oh. It’s… uh. It’s a choker?

A choker, though???? What the hell, Kenji. X’’’’D

Time continues to tick by, and Paulownia Mall is decorated for Christmas!!

I’m so glad they take advantage of the dome. That’s so cool. Makes me think about possible little details for fic stuff with the Paulownia family on the Other Side.

But eventually I have to go home, and I guess since nothing is really happening at night, I’ll do some more studying.

...oh my GOD finally. Okay. It’s after finals, but you know, whatever. I can ask Mitsuru to walk home now. Jesus christ it’s taken MONTHS.

Christmas is here, and while I contemplated taking everyone to Tartarus, Ken’s final “social link” event is up, so we’re off to the roof!

First of all, he’s not “that thing”.

Second of all, Ryoji is not going to fight anything like me? I mean I guess changing arcana is like changing personas, but we can’t do that on the roof. Physically, he won’t fight anything like me.

But okay.

It’s time for a Struggle Tournament, I guess.

Merry Christmas to me. I get to beat up a child with a whiffle bat. :D

The day after Christmas, I manage to take Mitsuru out for the first time. Right before winter break, so I won’t be able to rank up any more anytime soon. But this works.

It’s funny, because I knew about the whole “Mitsuru doesn’t know what a hamburger is” joke, but I didn’t realize it extended this far.

She wants to try these new things because she’s never had the chance to have them before, though. So ramen is a good place to start.

Sunday, we skip hanging out with Akinari to rank up Maya instead. But oh no, the servers for the game are going to shut down! Tragic. Maya is upset about this, obviously, and hatches a plan to potentially save her beloved MMO so we don’t lose contact!

You… You mean the logs where you admit to having a crush on your student? Probably not a good idea, and also they’re not going to keep the game running for two people. But okay, I guess. I’m gonna go stare longingly at the photo of my friends and the tower I got in Kyoto with my boyfriend.

There’s REALLY not much to do during winter break. I don’t know why all of my school friends vanish without a trace the instant school lets out. I’m gonna have to time things so much better in NG+ if I want to get all these links done. Mamoru’s only around like 2 days that aren’t Sunday.

But I guess I finally have time to work at the movie theater for the first time.

“Hot Snack” is exactly what I want when I go to the theater. Also, the name of my emo band.

I’ve also been working on Elizabeth’s requests, and I did one where she rewarded me with a cleaning brush that Ken can wield as a weapon.

But the next quest is…

Liz. Why.

I did the thing, and as part of my reward, the brush now has the chance to poison enemies when you hit them with it.

Gross.

I do have to admit, though, there’s a lot more trash around town now.

Anyway, Aigis has been under repair since the fight on the bridge, and now, the night before our decision, she’s back. We’ve all already made our decision, though, so we’ll just have to tell her what we picked and then--

...no.

Aigis doesn’t understand why we’d want to throw our lives away like this. But we’re not. We’re at least trying, instead of giving up to wait for the end.

Junpei gives a really great speech, that does actually get through to Aigis.

The whole team points out that Aigis seems much more human than she did before the fight on the bridge. Which I guess means I can finally social link with her too when we go back to school. Which cramps all the rest of my social links if she’s only got a month for hers.

Again, my timing is going to be really important for the second go round.

But now it’s time to unlock the super double-secret DLC that leads to the Carnival of Contempt!

God, I wish. X’’’D Anyway.

My boy is here and he is sad.

Maybe if we hang onto you hard enough, you can keep your form.

Despite the fact that we have our decision, he tells us he’ll wait in Minato’s room, and to come see him when we’re ready to answer.

Babe, that is NOT helping. X’D Pretty sure that would influence our decision no matter what.

Everyone sends Minato upstairs to deliver the answer, and things are… a lot.

You were still you, though. Your soul was the same.

Don’t look so disappointed about that.

I love you, but how can you ask me to betray my friends like that?

He has a point, though. It’s just me. I can be a horrible person if I want to.

...the fact that he looks so happy that I’m going to kill him makes me instantly regret this decision.

Ryoji, I made the wrong choice. I know that. Don’t try to make this better.

He says he’s glad he met Minato.

You’ve been happy before!

Seriously, he just closes his eyes and waits.

What are we even doing?

It’s not midnight.

We can’t summon in reality.

What are you doing?

#Li plays P3Re #I might be having a moment about my beloved Ryoji #but Junpei is actually super-great and deserves so much love

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armando-triplepapito · 1 year ago

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Okay story time!

Before I got obsessed with ysblf, I was obsessed with BTS. So obviously I was in the BTS army/fandom. I was active in Twitter so I had quite a following (over 4,000 followers! Sorry I had to brag🤭). Random people would message me and you know me, I wanted to make friends so I would reply back and made some nice conversation. Now tell me why a 10 year old girl started messaging me!!! The worst part is that I didn’t even know she was 10 until multiple messages later!! When I found out her age I was flabbergasted! Like why is a 10 year old messaging strangers!! Kids these days are so bold!! This was 3 yrs ago so she’s probably only 13 now ugh I can’t believe it! I always think about that girl till this day😭 I should’ve known honestly, cause the way she “typed” was off like you could tell she was way too young😭 that got me wondering tho! How old we’re you guys when y’all decided to message strangers online? I was 20yrs old when I started to do so and that’s for my BTS Twitter account. I’ve always read fanfics, I think I started when I was 13 yrs old but even then I never commented on a fic ever until this year, just a few days ago actually. And that’s only cause the fic I commented on belongs to a mutual here! I’ve always been too shy to talk with strangers 😔

In my Twitter bio I always had my date of birth (Ik I shouldn’t) so everyone could know my exact age plus I wanted to attract people my age yk, but no! I always got kids I’m my dms! (That 10 yr old knew I was 20 yet she still decided to dm me💀) I even made good friends with these two girls, in my head they became my besties! But dude!! One was 13 and the other 15!😭😭😭 tbh I miss them🥲 but turns out the 13yr old blocked me! How dare she! Like why? What did I do? We had deep conversations and everything! Maybe I offended her 😞 I also had deep conversations with this 14yr old Brazilian (well her bio at the moment says she’s 17 so I’m assuming she was 14 when we talked). I feel so bad cause I never saw/opened her message. Her last message was her talking about how ashamed she is to talk to people in English since she’s not fluent. Like girl noooo don’t apologize!! I should be the one ashamed! And I am!! My poor baby! If only I replied to make her feel better! But in my defense by that time I was already homeless so I couldn’t log back in and when a year has passed and I finally found a place I watched ysblf and got obsessed so I never went back to Twitter. I actually logged in just a few days ago and that’s when all the memories started🥲. Army Twitter 2020 was the best!

Anyways yea Ik this is random and all but yea I just wanted to share a bit and go on a bit of a rant. Tbh I was never not shocked when I found out the ages of my mutuals on Twitter, they were hella young! Tho I sometimes do get shocked when I find about y’all (tumblr moots) ages too cause I’ve noticed some of y’all are over 30😳 which idk why that surprise me cause y’all are so smart I love it🥰

Its crazy how I was an army for 3-4 yrs and I’ve been a ysblf fan for a little over a year now. Makes me wonder what I’ll be obsessed with next tho I don’t wanna jinx it cause I wanna stay in this fandom as long as I can! I love y’all 🥹❤️

#okay I’m being dramatic when I say only kids entered my dms but that’s how it felt like😭#random rant #ysblf #bts #bts army #okay if anyone is wondering this is what I used to be obsessed with —>#adventure time>blue exorcist>BTS>ysblf #in that order #obviously I had more smaller obsessions but these for 4 changed my brain chemistry!#also the only ones I can read fanfics of #like I’ve watched a lot of animes but can’t read fanfics for any one only blue exorcist #actually I spent most of my life reading only or mostly blue exorcist fanfics it’s only when I got into ysblf that I finally stopped

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paigelts05 · 1 year ago

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Leo [FNAF, Renegade AU]

https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/Leo-FNAF-Renegade-AU-973348496

Published: Jul 23, 2023

I haven't drawn Leo before, so as a bingo challenge over on the FNAF amino had a square of "draw a character you've never drawn before", I decided to draw Leo from the Security Breach message, "Job Security". Because the bingo board said character, so didn't lock me into an animatronic, and I've never drawn Leo before, he was the obvious pick.

In my AU, he is declared missing but is very much alive, with Sylvia Blake saving his ass with a highly comlex plan that involved her smuggling him out of the pit of the daycare with a cleaning trolley and into the secret room to tide out the 12 till 6 lockdown before smuggling him out to an accomplice in the police who got Leo home safe.

The story was initially intended to be a separate entity to tick off another bingo square, but it's more than 500 words. More than twice that amount.

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Working mazersise was a brain-dead job, until someone got lost, but it paid well enough. The day he was told to train a staffbot to take over, he knew his days working at the Megaplex were numbered, so he tried to give himself job security by training the staffbot to do his busywork under the daycare theatre instead.

It had become routine to check on the staffbot at the end of his shift, and Leo was actually growing quite fond of the little thing, so as he went down into the depths, he didn't seem to find anything amiss. The bot was doing it's usual, and the shelves in the back storage room were all in order. He went to use the staff panel to give the 'all clear' that everything was sorted, but realised the terminal was glitching out.

"I'll just log it back at mazersise," he mumbled to himself. He was going back there anyway, but having to file this support ticket and explain why he didn't log it on the currently broken terminal was going to suck.

As Leo went to leave the storage room, he heard the creaking of metal and the creaking of the door.

As he turned around, he saw a group of glamrock endos.

Another creak signaled that the other door from the adjacent storage room had opened.

More endos swarmed in.

He backed himself up against the wall, trying to look between the two groups of endos to keep them still. It marginally slowed them down, but it couldn't stop them: as soon as he took his eyes off of one group, the other would move, and as they moved, they spread out, making it harder to keep them from closing in.

He pinned himself into a corner, and the endos crept in until they were all within his line of sight. Far enough away to not quite be able to kill him, too close for him to move.

He'd been pinned here long enough that he was certain that the building was now closed.

As much as he wanted to escape, Leo knew he was probably going to die.

Even though the endos wouldn't get him unless he looked away, he knew the rumors of management ordered homicides were true, and when he was stuck down here, he was a sitting duck.

He'd staved off letting a staffbot take his job by training it to do busywork here, which is why he was down here in the first place. He'd been trying to check on the staffbot to make sure it hadn't been taught how to do his job, but now he was going to lose his job anyway through death.

So much for job security, hu.

As Leo held himself in a standoff against the endos, them not getting any closer, and him with nowhere to go, he heard quick and heavy footsteps and the clattering of a cleaning trolley.

"LEO!" A woman's voice rung out as a blonde blur rushed past the horde of endos, tossing several of them out of the way with what seemed like ease, but her face was red with effort.

"Vanessa?" Leo asked, wondering what she was doing down here.

The woman shrugged. "Technically. Just call me Sylvia now. Or just V would be safer. They silently sacked you by trapping you down here to die, and I'm getting you out here alive. You'll not have a job here either way, but at least you'll live. You've just got to trust me."

With no other options, Leo nodded. "I trust ya, V."

"Good." Sylvia nodded and took something out of her pocket before dashing behind Leo.

One of her hands went over his mouth, and something pricked his neck. He felt dizzy, and everything was going blurry. He wanted to ask what Sylvia's plan was, but he couldn't speak. He felt her let him down gently and place him somewhere cramped before everything went dark.

Sylvia darted and weaved through the horde of glamrock endos, pushing the cleaning trolley ahead and swinging it around to stop the grabbing hands of the endos from snatching Leo from within it. The stairs proved the largest problem, but with a deep breath and brief apology to Leo, she dragged the trolley up the stairs as fast as her legs could carry her.

Once up the stairs, they were home free, and Sylvia ran as fast as she could. As she rounded the corner that would take her from backstage to the open, where the endos should not follow, something grabbed her by the collar, almost tripping her over.

She looked up, and saw a glamrock endo. She panicked: how had it followed her this far out.

So she did the only thing she could. She shed her work shirt and kept running. That was the main upside of the shirts being button ups, and the main reason why she wore sports gear under her uniform. She always knew that the work shirt would be bandages or a tourniquet in a pinch, so a situation such as this was a logical possibly she'd prepared for as she always kept spare shirts in her locker. But that could wait. She still needed to get Leo to safety.

She ran to the pirate poster at the end of the theatre's main entrance hall, and the door that it concealed opened for her.

Once safe inside, Sylvia knew the only threat would be the daycare attendant in moon form, but with Leo out cold, the bit would assume the man was already dead so leave him be: even the virus that made it a killer couldn't override the codes that made it let sleeping men lie.

As she unloaded Leo and ensured he was unharmed, she realised that she had been harmed. The endos must have almost had at her, as she had some bruising, but the concerning injury was at the back of her neck: she was bleeding where the endo's claw had caught her skin.

"Maybe they'll think it's Leo's blood."

For a moment, she looked up and she noticed the daycare attendant in it's moon form. It gave her a weird look before promptly fucking off.

Knowing that the police had been alerted, Sylvia used her private mobile to fill in a certain individual officer on the details and told him to expect her at the loading docks at six, and to expect her to lie like a dog as the company surveillance cameras rolled so she could lie on the reports and say that she'd turned the police away, so to heed her actions and take the cleaning trolley, and to not heed her words.

"Same shtick as usual, hu Sylvia?" The officer asked her.

"Same shtick as usual, Carl."

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diaryofalamb · 10 months ago

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Jesus Christ, I expected my periods would be irregular for a bit after the surgery due to the weight loss and whatnot but my shit has been regulating with no problem. Before the surgery and before I got on birth control I was pretty regular, my period would come maybe like a day early or a day late depending on my stress but it would always show and stay for about four days. When I was on birth control, I stopped having the monthly bleeds and when I got off it (like January 2023) it took three months before I had my first bleed then I bled like two months after that. After surgery, it’s like I restarted my cycle. As in, soon as I got home from the hospital my period started, then a month and one week later my period again, and then exactly 28 days later it came again. I’m grateful for my health, I’m grateful for all the wonderful things my body can do for me, but DUDE. Seriously?! You couldn’t have waited maybe three months before making me worry about having menstruating stock everywhere I go?

With my time of the month now logged into the books where I can get prepared for it, I need to hold off on incorporating new foods into my diet during that week and a few days after because I can’t tell if I’ve been throwing up because of the food I’m eating or because my body is experiencing hormones and such. The emotional part is easy to tell why, but I had been waking up coughing and with the need to throw up (which I usually do minutes if not seconds after waking up) for the last three or four nights. I had this before soon after surgery, which I started taking medication for to ease the stomach acid building up and was working until now. If anyone is reading this and concerned, don’t be. If it continues past this week, I’ll head into my surgeons office and ask them to look into it but for today I will be having soup (nothing spicy or sour, just mild soup, what some might call dull) and possibly mashed potatoes or protein shakes to not irritate my stomach too much. I’ll also have my last meal at 7:30 at the latest and head to bed at 10 just so my stomach can properly digest it with enough time to do so.

I’ve been more active in my job, more passionate I believe so. There’s lots of things we’re planning for and events to do but so little of us. I’ve been able to keep myself somewhat active at work, with walking to the nearby store or restaurants to get lunch or for the hell of it. I’ve found myself at times making excuses to get up and walk around or to do something such as lifting or carrying. There are still times when I feel like I don’t want to get up to do something, whether it’s getting up to grab a remote or change the laundry or what have you, but for different reasons than in the past. If there’s talk of going somewhere that’s relatively close by, such as a store down the street or a 6 minute walk, I feel a preference to walk it rather than drive it. I don’t know, does that make sense?

I’ve gotten closer to A’s family I feel like. I partook in an event with them, a local outing and dinner afterwards, and I’ve been spending more time with my dads family, I’m actually going out of the country for a few days to visit my aunt and cousins on his side and I’m super excited. On my moms side, I don’t feel like my relationship has changed much. I love that side of my family, they’re wonderful and kind people, but I kind of always felt like they were ashamed of me. I thought that if I lost weight because of this surgery they would treat me differently, nothing major just slight differences but I’m not sure. I do want to plan a trip to see my moms side in person, I miss my baby cousins and my grandparents and my aunts, but I’m not too sure when I’d be able to go.

Anyways, I meant to give an update earlier and there are a few things I forgot to put into this that I meant to write about but I can just do another post. Probably a shorter update mainly about the eating and exercise and whatnot. I don’t know, we’ll see

#tw: menstruation #period talk #bariatricsurgery #weight loss

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viastro · 3 years ago

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between the fading moonlight | yoon jeonghan

ミ★ synopsis: you never intended to find love. arranged to marry your childhood friend, there were one too many words left unsaid to the person you truly loved. if only you weren’t from two different worlds. [ jeonghan’s backstory in: i will go to you like the first snow ]

ミ★ genre: forbidden love!au, royalty!au, strangers to lovers!au, royal!reader, thief!jeonghan, angst, some fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: major character death, depictions of violence

ミ★ word count: 10,202

ミ★ pairings: jeonghan x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! here’s jeonghan’s backstory to my recent hoshi series ! you don’t need to read the series to understand this story, as it can be read by itself. however, i do recommend i will go to you like the first snow if you are interested in reading it :3 the reader in this oneshot is not the same as the reader in the hoshi series !! anyways, as always, make sure to give jeonghan lots of love !

Jeonghan stares up at the moon, the looming thought that tomorrow is going to be a big day remaining in the forefront of his mind.

“Will it finally be the day?” Jeonghan murmurs to himself.

“Yoon Jeonghan!” He turns at the call of his name, a small smile gracing his features when he sees your bright smile as you run up to him. “Why are you running, yn?”

You let out a breath when you finally reach him, holding up the bottle of rice wine that you snuck out of the palace kitchen on your way to go and see him. “I brought you a gift, like always!”

Jeonghan just squints at you, and you continue to smile at him until his lips quirk upwards. He motions for you to go and join him by the river where he’s sat on a log. You let out a small giggle, stepping over and sitting down beside him.

“I don’t think you should keep sneaking out like this after tonight, yn. It’s dangerous for you.” Jeonghan warns, and you just purse your lips as you pour some rice wine into the small cup you brought. You hand it towards the blonde, who just continues to stare at you with a disapproving look.

You sigh, “Jeonghan, I’ll be okay. Don’t fret too much.”

You and Jeonghan look into each other’s eyes for a moment longer, before he sighs in defeat, looking away as he takes the small cup from your hands. You grin in satisfaction, beginning to pour some for yourself as the two of you sit underneath the bright stars decorating the dark sky.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” Jeonghan asks you right after you take a sip of the wine, and you bite the inside of your cheek at the mention of the event. “I don’t know.”

“We’ve been expecting this for a long time, yn. You knew the day was going to come where you were eventually going to get married to your fiancé—”

“I don’t wanna talk about this when I snuck over here in the middle of the night to spend time with my favorite person in this world.” You interject, making Jeonghan press his lips into a thin line. Letting out a sigh, you simply turn your head up towards the stars and whisper, “Can we please not talk about it?”

Jeonghan stares at you for a moment longer, admiring the way the moonlight casts a faint glow over your features. Your eyes sparkle brightly like they always have, but he can see the traces of sadness in your gaze as you cast your eyes towards the stars.

He turns away, taking a sip of the rice wine after he nods his head. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence, just drinking the alcohol underneath the night sky as you enjoy each other’s presence.

Jeonghan’s a petty thief who makes a living off of stealing expensive goods with his close friends, while you’re the only child of the King and Queen of Baekje. The two of you live in completely different worlds, the probability of you meeting Jeonghan was low, but your paths still managed to cross one day.

“We’re under attack!” Your eyes widen when you hear the sound of your soldiers shouting from outside of your carriage. You jump up in your seat when the sound of swords clanging against each other is heard soon after.

“Your Majesty, you need to stay inside the carriage so that we can guarantee your safety.” The eunuch tells you, and you nod your head at their words, but the fear is evident in their eyes as they try to take a peek through the curtain.

You tentatively reach out to push back the curtain to see what’s going on outside, but your heart stops in your chest when it gets pushed back on its own. Your eyes lock on the perpetrator’s, and for some reason, your heart begins to beat again.

He’s the most ethereal man you’ve ever seen in all your days.

His deep brown eyes bore into yours, and his long blonde hair curls around his face, highlighting his sharp, yet delicate features. His pink lips curve up into a fond smile at the awed expression on your face, and he can’t help but find you to be the prettiest person he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Jeonghan, let’s go! We got what we needed!” A voice calls, and you watch as the blonde turns his head, giving them a nod before glancing back at you.

He smiles and sends you a wink that makes your face flood with warmth, “See you around, your Majesty.”

Jeonghan knew of your journey to the other kingdom, and he was dead set on stealing the items he had heard you were bringing. And was he successful?

Of course.

Yoon Jeonghan is the most notorious thief in Baekje, having been raised in a poor village, he learned how to start stealing at the tender age of 8. He eventually met others like him, Choi Seungcheol and Lee Seokmin, leading to them becoming a group of thieves that steal expensive items to get food on the table.

He’s never been caught, and when the chances of him being captured are high? You make sure to bring them back down no matter what it takes.

He’s everything to you.

“How was your day, Jeonghan?” You ask, turning to the blonde when he lets out a breathless chuckle. He just shrugs his shoulders, “Same old, same old. Stole some money and got some food, then gave the rest to the fellow villagers.”

You nod, feeling a swell of pride at how genuine of a person Jeonghan is. You’ve heard plenty of stories of thieves that kill and do terrible things for what they want, but Jeonghan is anything but that. He’s never killed anyone, and he doesn’t plan on ever taking anyone's life. Even if he is a thief, he only steals from those that he knows have more than enough money. After the deed is done? He gets his rations, then gives the rest to those who are in a similar situation as him.

You’ve offered him money and food so that he can lay low, but he never takes it. He says, and you quote,

“I only take things from those who are undeserving.”

Even if Jeonghan tells you that, there’s still a pang of guilt that hits your chest where you silently wish that you had more power to be able to redistribute the wealth towards those in the kingdom who need it most.

“I’m going to make sure everyone prospers in this kingdom when I take rule. It’ll be the first task I’ll tackle as soon as I sit on the throne.” You murmur after a moment of silence passes between the two of you. Jeonghan turns to you while taking a sip of the rice wine, seeing the determined glint in your eye as you stare up at the stars. Feeling his eyes on you, you glance at the pretty man beside you, and you notice the soft look in his gaze.

“What?” You ask, warmth flooding your face as his eyes bore into yours. Jeonghan doesn’t respond, and the corner of his lips just quirk upwards a bit. He turns away, drinking more of the rice wine in his cup, before setting it down onto the rocks.

He lets out a breath, “Your future is bright, yn.”

You stare at his side profile for a moment, and you’re sure that the rate of your heartbeat can’t be healthy right now. Biting the inside of your cheek, you look away and stare up at the stars, trying to fight back the giddy smile trying to take over your features.

“You should head back to the palace, yn. It’s already late.” Jeonghan tells you after a moment of the two of you sitting in silence, and you pout in disappointment. He just gives you a small smile, gesturing in the direction of the palace. “You have a big day tomorrow, so you should be well rested.”

You sigh, nodding your head in agreement when you remember how early you’re going to be woken up in the morning. Standing up from the log, you turn towards Jeonghan, noticing the way he refuses to look at you as he stares out at the water.

“I’ll see you when I can, okay?” You say with a shaky voice, knowing that it won’t be for a long time. The blonde seems to know this as well, since he just nods his head as he keeps his head turned away from you. Biting your bottom lip, you begin to walk away towards the direction of the palace, but not before stopping and turning back around.

“Yoon Jeonghan!” You call, and the thief finally glances back at you, only to feel his heart stop within his chest at the sight that’s laid before him.

The tall grass is on either side of you, swaying with the wind. The moon is shining down upon you, illuminating your features beautifully as your eyes sparkle at him. A warm smile forms on your face, and you raise a hand up to wave, “Sweet dreams, my petty thief!”

The nickname you gave him snaps Jeonghan out of his daze, and he finally grins back at you, raising his hand up while saying, “Night night, Your Majesty.”

Now feeling satisfied, you turn around and head back towards the palace. While Jeonghan watches you until you’re out of sight, a slight pang in his heart when he finally looks away, turning his head up towards the stars.

“You are too good for this world, yn.” Jeonghan murmurs, before picking up his cup of rice wine and downing the rest of it in one gulp.

“Your Majesty.” You stand beside your father, the king, as you exchange greetings with your fiancé and his father. When you lift your head back up, your eyes latch onto your future husband’s, and the corners of his lips tilt upwards. You offer a small smile in return for the sake of being kind, but your heart feels heavy within your chest when the visual of a pair of eyes that hold all the mischief in the world pops up in your mind.

“Yn and Minhyuk’s marriage will make the kingdom prosper.” Your father says, and you look away from your fiancé. “From trade, to military, to yn and Minhyuk’s traits of leadership, we’re in good hands.”

The two laugh together, continuing to chat as they begin to walk towards the dining room. However, you stay where you are, as does Minhyuk. You feel his eyes on you as you stare off in the direction your father is walking in, and you almost let out a sigh.

“You’ve grown up well.” Minhyuk finally says, and you turn towards your old childhood friend, seeing the kind smile on his face. Pursing your lips, you respond, “You grew up decently. I do miss your chubby cheeks, though.”

Minhyuk laughs, and a grin takes over your features as the two of you ease into a comfortable conversation. You catch up on each other’s lives, newfound interests, and anything else you could possibly think of in the ten years the two of you haven’t seen each other.

When the conversation dies down, the elephant in the room becomes more apparent as you stand in silence. Pursing your lips, you glance at Minhyuk, only to suck in a breath when you lock eyes with him.

“You’re really going to be my partner, huh.” Minhyuk states, and you nod your head. You let out a quiet laugh, looking off towards the window to try and avoid eye contact.

Silence settles over the two of you again, and you find your thoughts wandering back to Jeonghan when the brunette asks, “Are you excited?”

You glance at your fiancé and old childhood friend, seeing the bit of hope in his gaze as he looks at you. You wish you could tell him that you’re excited, that this is something you want, but you’re unable to.

So you just shrug your shoulders, sending him a small smile, “I’m not sure. I’m more nervous, I guess.”

You watch an indecipherable emotion flick past Minhyuk’s eyes at your response, and he turns away. He nods his head in agreement, but you know that your answer must’ve not been what he wanted to hear.

“We knew this day was going to come.” Minhyuk says in a quiet voice, and you let out a sad smile. Nodding, you look back towards the window, thinking of that familiar head of blonde hair as you reply,

“Yeah, I guess we did.”

Jeonghan watches from above, concealed by the rooftops as the deal goes on from below him. He glances over to the other roof, locking eyes with Seungcheol, before turning his head to see Seokmin also staring at him. He raises his hands up and signs to them,

On my signal.

The two nod their heads, and they all look back down at the ongoing sale happening below. Jeonghan’s eyes sparkle in delight when the box opens to reveal the expensive jewelry he’s been hearing about. Letting out a smirk, he cups his hands over his mouth and makes a bird sound, signalling Seungcheol and Seokmin to move in.

“Who are you?!”

“We’ve been ambushed!”

“It’s Yoon Jeonghan!”

Jeonghan grins at the sound of their panicked shouts, hopping down from the roof when the package of jewelry lands onto the ground as the two are held down by Seungcheol and Seokmin. He bends down and picks it up, before gesturing with his head for his friends to make a run for it.

“Thank you for the jewelry, gentlemen.” Jeonghan tells them, amusement laced in his voice as he turns and sprints away with Seungcheol and Seokmin.

“Damn it!”

Seungcheol and Seokmin laugh at the sound of their frustrated shouts, and Jeonghan chuckles, knowing they can’t chase after them since they’ve been expertly tied down by his friends.

It’s only when they reach their hideout in the forest that they stop running, heaving deep breaths as Jeonghan places the box onto the table in their makeshift kitchen area. Seungcheol carefully lifts up the expensive pieces of jewelry, eyeing them with the help of the moonlight.

“These are gonna sell for a lot.” Seokmin murmurs from beside Seungcheol, and Jeonghan nods his head as he takes off the scarf that was wrapped over his face. “It should be enough to buy food that’ll last a month for both the villagers and us.”

“This reminds me of the jewelry yn would wear.” Seungcheol says, placing the necklace back down into the box. Jeonghan pauses at your name, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by his two friends as they both exchange a glance.

“Have you heard from yn?” Seokmin carefully asks, and Seungcheol shoots the brunette a death glare at the question. Seokmin just shrugs his shoulders in defense, and Seungcheol lets out a sigh.

“No, they’re busy with their fiancé.” Jeonghan answers with ease, but there’s an edge to his voice that signals Seokmin to not press any longer. The blonde walks over towards the door, giving his two friends a small smile as he gestures outside. “I’m gonna head to the lake, you guys keep an eye out.”

“We always do, Jeonghan.” Seungcheol responds, and Jeonghan grins as he turns and walks out of the tent.

He walks in the direction of the lake, following the path that’s lit up by the moonlight. His heart feels heavy within his chest, and the smile that was on his face is long gone. He scowls at how pitiful he must look, “Why are you even sad? It’s not like they were ever going to be yours—let alone did you even want them.”

Jeonghan kicks at a pebble on the ground, before sitting down on the large rock that he designated as his chair. He stares out at the shimmering water, trying to feel at peace as the cool night breeze blows past him.

Slowly, he tilts his head upwards towards the sky, and his eyes land on the full moon that shines down onto him. He lets out a sigh when all he can think about is your bright smile as he stares at the celestial body.

“Forget about me, yn.” Jeonghan murmurs in a soft voice, his gaze trailing across the sky as his thoughts remain on you.

“You’ll shine so much brighter without me.”

“I brought you some tea.” You turn away from the window to find Minhyuk standing before you with a shy smile on his face. In his hand is a platter with a teacup and a teapot, and the corners of your lips quirk upwards when you realize he made sure to grab your favorite designs from your fine china.

“Thank you, Minhyuk.” You say in a soft voice, allowing him to pour you some tea before taking it from his grasp. He nods his head, looking more confident as he shoots a thumbs up your way with his free hand. “Of course.”

He sits down beside you in the window seat, making sure to put plenty of distance between you two as a means to not make you uncomfortable. Silence settles over you both, something you’ve grown accustomed to in the two weeks you and Minhyuk have been living together. It’s not an awkward silence since the two of you have known each other for so long, you’re both just quiet.

You’ve always seen Minhyuk as a friend, even though you’ve known that he was going to be your future husband since you were a child. However, you’re not sure if that feeling was mutual.

You let out a breath, continuing to stare out the window as you wait for your tea to cool. Minhyuk follows suit, getting a good look at the cloudy sky.

“I hope the sky is clear on our wedding day.” Minhyuk says after a moment, turning to you to gauge your reaction. He watches as you just stare aimlessly at the grey clouds for a second longer, before glancing at him with a small smile. “I’ve always liked the sky, whether it be grey or blue.”

“Oh? What’s your favorite then?”

You purse your lips in thought at the question, having not really thought about it before.

You like the sky when it’s cloudy, because it shields you from the hot sun during the Summer. You also like it when it’s clear and blue during the Spring, so that you can get a good view of the sprouting flowers as you walk around the garden. You’ve always found yourself enjoying the sky when the sun is setting beyond the horizon, as the clouds get painted different shades of pink, orange, and purple.

The corners of your lips quirk up into a smile at the thought of the night sky, when the moon is full and the stars are shining brightly above you.

“Yn!” You turn your head, smiling when you see Seokmin and Seungcheol running towards where you’re sitting by the lake. However, your smile only grows wider when your gaze falls on those pretty blonde locks behind the two. The full moon shines down onto Jeonghan, casting an iridescent glow over his features as he looks at you with warmth dripping from his eyes.

You raise your hand up and wave, “Hi, my petty thief!”

“Did you come up with an answer?” Minhyuk asks, grinning at the sight of your smile. You blink at the memory, nodding your head as you turn to look at your fiancé.

You smile softly, “I like the night sky best.”

Jeonghan stares up at the night sky, a sigh escaping him when he sees no sign of the moon and little to no stars shining down onto him. He reaches out and grabs the bottle of rice wine, taking a large gulp of it before setting it back down onto the rocks beside him.

He’s about to lean back onto the large rock, only to stop when the bottle holding the alcohol falls down, releasing almost all of what was left of the rice wine. Jeonghan’s lips press into a thin line, “God damn it.”

“I knew it was going to fall one of these days.”

Jeonghan’s eyes widen, and he immediately turns at the familiar voice, just to see you standing behind him with a small smile on your face. He quickly stands up from the rock, feeling disbelief at the fact that you’re right in front of him.

“Yn?”

“It’s a good thing I brought you a couple more. I figured you may have started to run low.” You say lightly, walking over and carefully placing the bag you brought onto one of the more flatter surfaces near the lake. Jeonghan doesn’t say a word, continuing to stare at you with both shock and relief in his gaze.

You tilt your head with a teasing smile, “Jeonghan, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The blonde blinks, finally turning away and running a hand through his hair as his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He lets out a breath, looking down at the ground as he asks, “Why are you here? Don’t you have wedding preparations?”

“I do.” You respond bluntly, and for some reason, it feels like Jeonghan was punched in the gut.

He clenches his fist at his side, before finally turning and looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Then why did you come?”

You stare at the blonde a few feet from you, feeling relieved that you’re with him again even though he may be acting distant. Without a response, you simply step forward and sit down on the other large rock that was designated as your seat. Jeonghan just watches in silence as you open up the bottle of rice wine, taking a large gulp of it before looking up at the stars.

“Yn, I asked you a question—”

“I came because I missed you.” You finally answer, refusing to look at the thief standing beside you for the fear of him seeing how vulnerable you feel.

Jeonghan’s cold facade wavers at your confession. He had always known you were blunt, but he never would’ve expected you to say something like that to him. It ignites a spark of hope in his heart, but he knows your fate.

He has to let this die out.

“Come drink with me. It’s been almost a month since we last sat together like this.” You say, and Jeonghan purses his lips. When you don’t hear him move towards you, you turn your head and wave the full bottle of alcohol at him. “I’ll drink two whole bottles by myself if you don’t, and you know I don’t hold my liquor that well.”

Jeonghan curses to himself. He knows that you’re guilting him, and he is also aware of the fact that you’d actually go through with that statement if he doesn’t sit beside you.

This is dangerous.

“Jeonghan.”

“You know that we can’t do this, yn.” He states, and he watches something flicker past your eyes at his rejection. Biting the inside of your cheek, you simply wave the bottle up towards his face again. “Do what? Drink together?”

“Yeah. Drink together.” Jeonghan repeats your words, but they hold more weight than the simple act of getting inebriated together like old friends. You stare into his eyes for a moment longer, having missed him more than you’d like to admit in the time you’ve been separated.

Turning away, you scoff and shrug your shoulders, “Fine. More for me, I guess.”

You move to start chugging the alcohol from the bottle, only for it to immediately be taken from your grasp. Your eyes widen, opening your mouth to curse Jeonghan out, but pause when you see him taking a long swig of the rice wine.

“Jeonghan…”

He exhales when he finishes chugging almost a third of the bottle. Lowering the alcohol from his lips, he turns and points to you with his finger.

“Only one bottle, and then you leave. Alright?”

Jeonghan watches as a small smile curves itself onto your lips, and his eyes waver when you let out a quiet giggle as you nod your head.

“Alright.”

“I’ve never seen you cry.” You murmur suddenly as you watch Jeonghan attempt to skip a rock across the lake. He glances at you with a raised eyebrow, an amused smile forming on his lips. “Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Sometimes.”

Jeonghan squints at you, stepping over and sitting on the large rock beside you. He rests his chin on his hand, staring at you with a look that’s urging you to go on. Letting out a drunken sigh, your lips quirk upwards as you gaze into his pretty eyes.

“Crying is seen as a sign of weakness, an act that a strong person should never perform. However, I think it’s a sign of strength.” You begin, and Jeonghan remains silent. “Some people cry over something small, like a dead flower. Others cry when they get overwhelmed, or they feel so much that they can no longer hold it back. Either one is an act that requires strength, because crying is taboo in a way.”

Looking up towards the stars, Jeonghan watches as the moonlight shines over your beautiful features. As he stares at you, he can’t help but wonder how he was blessed to have known someone who was so genuinely good at heart.

“I don’t remember the last time I cried.” Jeonghan says, and you turn your head to look at the pretty blonde. “Didn’t cry at all during the month you didn’t see me?”

Jeonghan shoots you a grin, playfully nudging your shoulder with his and eliciting a chuckle from you. He simply shakes his head, “No, I didn’t.”

You let out a low whistle, running a hand through your hair as you look into his eyes with a teasing smile. “Didn’t know you thought so little of me.”

What you expected was for Jeonghan to grin, nudge you again while telling you that that’s not true. However, you watch as the blonde’s smile falls slightly, his features now adorning a more serious expression.

“I think the world of you, yn.” Jeonghan confesses.

The two of you stare at each other in silence, with you trying to gauge what he had just said, and Jeonghan wondering if him being honest was a mistake.

Before you can even respond, the blonde stands up from the rock and runs a hand through his hair. He holds up the empty bottle of rice wine, shaking it a bit to prove that the two of you had drunk it all. You look up at him wordlessly, and he gives you a sad smile.

“It’s time for you to go.” He mutters, but you stay where you’re seated. Jeonghan lets his arm fall back to his side, and he sighs. “But since you won’t go, I’ll leave first.”

You watch as he turns around and begins to walk towards where his hideout is, and you’re so filled with panic at the sight of him leaving that you quietly stand up from the rock.

Jeonghan bites the inside of his cheek at the feeling of your eyes on his back, but a frown takes over his features when he hears a second pair of walking feet coming from behind him. Before he can turn around to check though, his heart stops when a pair of arms suddenly wrap around his waist from behind.

You stand there, holding the petty thief as the moonlight shines onto the two of you. Your cheeks are warm, and a feeling of relief floods you when the familiar scent of rice bran fills your senses. You close your eyes, a sigh escaping you as you cling onto him.

“Yn,” Jeonghan begins, raising his shaking hands and resting them over your own. “What are you doing?”

“Just this once. Can you please… just let me hold you?” You ask in a quiet voice, nervous for how he’ll respond as the two of you fall into another silence.

Fear. Jeonghan knows the feeling all too well, but not in this circumstance. He wants nothing more than to turn around and hold you in his arms, but the fear that’s settled in his chest prevents him from doing anything except stand still.

After a moment, Jeonghan’s hands fall from your own. He nods his head, swallowing the lump in his throat as he answers, “Okay.”

Between the fading moonlight, you hold the petty thief from behind for as long as you can. You try to ingrain every detail into your head, since you know you will never be given this opportunity ever again.

And Jeonghan just closes his eyes, wishing upon the stars that you’ll live a better life than he ever will.

You walk towards the throne hall, more weight settled over your shoulders at the knowledge that you’re going to be married within the next two weeks.

Ever since you went to see Jeonghan last week, you’ve been fighting the urge to go back and see him again. You never would’ve thought that you would feel so much towards the petty thief, since the two of you live two completely different worlds.

But at night, you lie awake thinking of what he told you underneath the stars.

“I think the world of you, yn.”

“Yn!” You look up from the ground, a small smile forming on your face when you see Minhyuk waving at you excitedly. You begin to walk up the stairs towards your fiancé, and your eyes widen in surprise when he hurries down to you. “Minhyuk? What are you doing—”

“Lending you my arm to hold onto as you walk up.” Minhyuk answers with a charming smile, and you do nothing but blink at him. His smile falters slightly at your dazed state, “Yn, are you alright?”

You can’t hear him though, as you’re reminded of an old memory.

“Jeonghan! How do you expect me to walk up this bumpy path?” You call out with a laugh, keeping an eye on the blonde hair that’s shining underneath the moonlight. He turns to glance back at you, chuckling at how far behind you are.

“You have legs, your majesty. Use them.” He teases, and you squint at his sarcasm. You watch as he turns back around and continues on his way towards the vegetable and fruit garden he created quite a distance from his hideout.

Sighing, you ask yourself why you said yes to coming with him as you begin to trudge up the path again. You could’ve been making dinner with Seokmin instead, but no, you decided to go on an adventure with Jeonghan.

You’re about to step on another log when you glance up, just for your eyes to widen when you see the petty thief standing right in front of you with a soft smile on his face. You open your mouth to ask how he got to you so quickly, only to pause when he reaches out towards you with his hand.

“Jeonghan?” You say quietly, and he giggles.

“Take my hand, yn.”

“Yn.” You snap out of your flashback, locking eyes with a concerned looking Minhyuk. He leans in closer, “Are you okay—”

“I’m fine! Perfect, actually.” You cut off, giving him a smile as you point towards the entrance to the throne hall. “Let’s go.”

Without hearing a response, you walk up the steps on your own without Minhyuk’s help. Your fiancé watches you walk away, and a frown takes over his features as his arm slowly falls to his side.

“What were they thinking about?” Minhyuk asks himself quietly, remembering the faraway look to your eyes.

Jeonghan walks towards the hideout with a bag of goods he stole from the unsuspecting noble men in the middle of a trade. The bags underneath his eyes are dark from lack of sleep, and there’s a heavy weight over his shoulders that makes him just want to lay down on the ground.

Entering the entrance of the tent, he sees Seokmin and Seungcheol preparing lunch in their makeshift kitchen. The two glance back at the sound of footsteps, grins taking over their features when they see Jeonghan.

“Hey!”

Jeonghan mutters a quiet hi in greeting, placing the bag onto the table as he sits down on the seat. Seungcheol and Seokmin’s eyes trail down towards the goods, the eldest of the three walking over and taking a look inside.

He raises an eyebrow at the blonde, “You went on your own?”

Jeonghan just nods his head, reaching out and chugging some water before closing his eyes. Seungcheol and Seokmin share a concerned look, before stepping over and sitting down beside Jeonghan.

“Why would you go on your own, Han? It could be dangerous.” Seokmin says in a soft tone, and Jeonghan shrugs his shoulders. “It was fine. I used to do it on my own before I met you guys anyways.”

“But we work better and safer as a team.” Seokmin replies, but the blonde just keeps his eyes closed.

Seungcheol squints at his friend’s behavior, “Why have you been putting yourself in high-risk situations ever since yn’s fiancé moved here?”

Seokmin’s mouth drops open at the question, feeling the tension rise in the room when Jeonghan finally opens his eyes and sits up in his seat. He looks Seungcheol dead in the eye, no amusement or warmth in his gaze as he stares at him.

“I’m leaving. Take half then give the rest to the village.” Jeonghan states, before getting up from the table and preparing to leave the tent.

“You’re avoiding the question!” Seungcheol calls out, cursing to himself when the blonde still walks out. Standing up, he follows after him, leaving Seokmin to quietly panic about his two friends fighting.

“Jeonghan! Yoon Jeonghan!” Seungcheol shouts as he walks after him, but Jeonghan doesn’t answer. He just steps further into the forest, hoping that the eldest will eventually stop following him.

Biting his bottom lip, Seungcheol yells: “Just confess to them!”

Jeonghan stops dead in his tracks, staring at the dirt with wide eyes from what he had just heard. He slowly turns his head until he locks eyes with Seungcheol, and he blinks at him. “What did you just say to me?”

Seungcheol knows he’s treading dangerous waters due to the coldness in Jeonghan’s gaze, but he can’t just sit by and watch his best friend slowly fall apart.

“Confess to yn, Jeonghan.”

The two stare at each other in silence for another moment, before Jeonghan lets out a dry chuckle. He runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head at how unattainable that idea is. Seungcheol opens his mouth to explain, but stops when the blonde turns and starts walking up to him. “What makes you think that would do me any good? Don’t you remember who they are? What kind of role they have in this kingdom?”

“Jeonghan—”

“Do you have any idea of what harm that would do? Do you have any fucking clue of how dangerous that would be for yn? For one of the most wanted thieves in the kingdom to tell your royal majesty that he loves them?” Jeonghan hisses, eyes filled with rage as he stares at Seungcheol. “It’s already dangerous enough that they’re so closely intertwined with us, but if I ever confessed my feelings for them? They would be charged with treason and killed.”

Seungcheol stays calm as he stands before Jeonghan, and it angers the blonde even more. Biting the inside of his cheek, he just shakes his head and begins to walk away before he starts saying things he doesn’t want to think about.

“We’re just standing by and watching you suffer, Jeonghan. You have to understand where we’re coming from.” Seungcheol says, and Jeonghan pauses. He sucks in a shaky breath, turning back towards Seungcheol and aggressively grabbing his friend by the collar of his shirt.

“Don’t you get it?” Jeonghan asks with frantic eyes, but Seungcheol doesn’t respond. “I have nothing. No money, no future—nothing.”

“But I love someone, and I’m going to give them their happy ending. Whatever it takes.” Jeonghan says with a shaky voice, before shoving Seungcheol backwards and walking away. Seokmin steps over from behind the tree and kneels beside the eldest to ask if he’s okay, to which Seungcheol just waves with his hand.

The two watch the head of blonde hair until it disappears behind the trees, now feeling more worried than before.

You sneak into the village, hood over your head so that your appearance is hidden. You gaze around at the children running through the busy streets, the vendors trying to sell the goods they have made, and the small food spots where people are eating.

It’s bustling with life, but your heart aches with the knowledge that so many people here are struggling to simply survive. Clenching your fist, you walk further into the village until your attention is captured by a familiar voice.

Quickly turning your head, you find Seokmin and Seungcheol laughing with one of the vendors on the street as they hand him some coins to buy food. Your eyes widen, and you hurry over to them, heart pounding against your chest with the knowledge that Jeonghan must be nearby.

“Seokmin! Seungcheol!” You call out, and their heads immediately look in your direction. An excited smile takes over Seokmin’s features when he sees you, and he walks over to meet you halfway. Whereas Seungcheol stares at you for a moment longer, before heading over as well.

“Yn! It’s been so long!” Seokmin exclaims as he pulls you into a hug, and you nod your head with a smile when the two of you pull away. “I missed you!”

Seokmin’s lips fall into a pout, and he immediately pulls you back into another embrace, eliciting a laugh out of you. Squeezing him tight one more time, you finally pull away to greet Seungcheol.

“Seungcheol! I missed you—”

“Can I talk to you?” He asks instead, and you blink in surprise. Seokmin shoots the eldest a glare, to which he ignores in order to wait for your answer. Slowly, you nod your head, and he gestures towards one of the alleyways.

“Let’s talk there.”

You and Seungcheol sit side by side, staring down at the ground as Seokmin nervously looks between the two of you. You wait for the eldest to start telling you what’s on his mind, but when you turn to glance at him, you find a furrow to his brow as he thinks to himself.

“Cheol, what is it that you want to tell me?” You ask, growing more concerned when he turns to you with a serious expression. “Cheol?”

“Be honest with me, yn.” Seungcheol begins, and you nod your head. He lets out a breath, “If you weren’t royalty, where do you think you and Jeonghan would stand right now?”

You blink at his question, turning to look at Seokmin for help. The brunette just bites the inside of his cheek, and you find yourself frowning slightly as you look back at Seungcheol. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Because Jeonghan misses you.” Seungcheol answers rather bluntly, and you cast your eyes downwards at the mention of the blonde. He raises an eyebrow at your reaction, “Don’t you miss him too?”

“Of course I miss him, Seungcheol.” You state, turning your head just for him to find an emotion in your eyes that directly reflects Jeonghan’s.

Pain.

“But it’s not safe for me to be associated with him—or you guys.” Seokmin’s expression crumbles once the words leave your mouth, while Seungcheol keeps a poker face. The two had known this from the very beginning, how dangerous it is for a royal to be seen with the most wanted thieves in the kingdom.

But you were a light in the dark, and they didn’t want to lose that.

“I promise to keep you guys safe, especially Jeonghan.” You say as you stand up from the bucket you were sitting on. Giving Seokmin a sad smile, you glance back at Seungcheol with a pained expression. “But I can’t risk your lives just because I love him.”

And with that, you turn around and walk out of the alley. Leaving Seungcheol and Seokmin alone to watch you disappear among the crowd of villagers, feeling a sense of loss at the fact that this was the last time they’ll be able to speak to you.

“Let’s go give the rest of the money, Seok.” Seungcheol mutters, standing up and walking down the opposite end of the alleyway without another glance your way. Seokmin lets out a sigh, looking off in the direction you walked in, “You’ll be a great leader, yn.”

As the two walk away to fulfill their orders from Jeonghan, a hooded figure steps out from the other side of the wall where he had been hiding. Clenching his fist at his side, he turns to face the person he brought with him while following you.

“Find Yoon Jeonghan and bring me to him.” He hisses, and the assassin bows in his direction.

“Yes, Lord Minhyuk.”

You lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling with tired eyes. You want nothing more than to fall asleep, but your thoughts won’t allow you to do so.

“It’s the only way I can see you.” You murmur to no one in particular, your sleep deprived thoughts envisioning the familiar head of blonde hair right before your eyes.

Right as you’re about to fall asleep, hushed voices outside of your quarters make you shoot up in bed. Squinting in the direction of your window, you quietly climb out of your bed, and hide behind the wall right beside your window.

“You know where to go, right?”

“Yes, we’ve had someone tailing him the last couple of days. He’s always in the same spot at this time, so he should be there tonight.”

You raise an eyebrow, scooting closer to peek through the window. Looking down, you see the two soldiers hovering near your room.

who are you talking about? You think to yourself as you watch one of the soldiers pat the other on the shoulder.

“Good. We’ll finally get rid of that menace, Yoon Jeonghan.”

Your blood runs cold at the name, and you immediately step away from the window. Raising your hands up to your head in panic, you grip at your hair, frantically looking around your room to figure out what to do.

“How do I warn him? How did they figure out where his hideout is? It’s too late to send a letter, I can’t send a messenger—“ You pause when you realize what you have to do, and you move towards the door without another word.

Jeonghan sits on the rock like usual, sword laying by his feet as he stares out at the lake. He’s not drinking tonight, as he only has one bottle of rice wine left. A few months earlier he would’ve drank it, knowing that he would be getting another one the next night.

But he knows that was the last one he’d ever receive from you.

He sighs, looking up towards the stars as he thinks of Seungcheol and Seokmin. He had apologized for lashing out at the two, knowing they were just looking out for him at the end of the day. He’s grateful to have them as his family, but it pains him to know they can’t fill the void in his heart.

Jeonghan’s thoughts come to a pause when he hears footsteps coming from behind him, and he quickly stands up and turns around. He scans the tall grass, wondering if you’re here, if you actually came back to see him.

But it’s not you.

His blood runs cold when a hooded figure steps out from the grass, and his eyes flit down to the sharp sword in their grasp. Biting the inside of his cheek, he takes a quick glance at his sword that’s laying on the ground, and he knows he needs to act fast.

“So you’ve finally found me, huh?” Jeonghan asks with a cheeky smile, and the figure doesn’t respond. When the moonlight reflects against their sword, Jeonghan quickly bends down and picks up his weapon, and the struggle erupts.

The sound of metal against metal rings out in the night as the two fight, with the figure trying to disarm him, and Jeonghan trying his best to defend himself. He reaches out and slices the stranger’s arm, eliciting a grunt of pain that makes the blonde smirk.

“Who sent you?” Jeonghan asks when the figure swings at him again, but he receives no response other than them trying to kick the sword from his grasp. When Jeonghan moves to disarm him, his arm is suddenly grabbed from behind, and his sword falls to the ground.

He frantically tries to look behind him, only to freeze when the feeling of cold metal is pressed to the apple of his throat.

“Well, well, well. We finally caught the number one thief in the kingdom.” A voice calls from the grass, and Jeonghan looks over to see a man dressed in royal attire. His eyebrows furrow, “Who are you?!”

The man doesn’t respond right away, instead choosing to look the blonde up and down as he walks towards him. It’s only when they’re a few feet apart that the stranger sends Jeonghan a sickeningly sweet smile, “My name is Lee Minhyuk. I’m yn’s fiancé.”

Jeonghan’s heart stops at his words, and he immediately begins to struggle against the people holding him back. He only stops when the sword presses harder into his neck, feeling warmth begin to drip down the side.

“What do you want from me?” Jeonghan asks with a glare, and Minhyuk grins in amusement at the thief’s anger. He simply unsheathes his own sword and points it toward the blonde,

“For you to die, Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan just stares at your fiancé in silence, wondering how he could’ve found out, what will happen to you, and if you’re even okay right now. Millions of questions and worries flow through his head as he realizes his worst fear is slowly coming true.

“I was wondering why yn didn’t look at me the same way I looked at them. Why they always seemed to be distracted whenever they were with me, and why they had such a fascination with the night sky.” Minhyuk begins, causing Jeonghan to snap out of his thoughts. The brunette squints at the thief, “Only to discover that they had deep relations with the most notorious thief in Baekje.”

Jeonghan shakes his head, “It’s not true. They’re not—”

A punch to his stomach has him doubling over onto the ground. A hand grips at the back of his hair, and he winces in pain when his head is lifted up so that he’s looking into Minhyuk’s eyes that are full of rage.

“You’ve gotten in the way of everything. Yn and I had the perfect life set up for us. From being friends since birth, to preparing for our marriage up until this moment. Just to find out they don’t have feelings for me, but for a thief?!” Minhyuk shouts, and Jeonghan just stays silent at his words. Your fiancé glares, letting go of the blonde and nodding towards his soldiers.

They pick up Jeonghan so that he’s standing, and the brunette looks down at his sword, watching it glint in the moonlight.

“It’s my fault.” Jeonghan finally speaks, and Minhyuk looks up at him. “It was all my fault, yn had nothing to do with it. So please, just me. Punish me, not them.”

Minhyuk stares at Jeonghan for a moment longer, before nodding his head. “Everything will turn out just as it should. You will die by my hand, and yn will marry me. We will be the rulers of Baekje, and the kingdom will become prosperous under our lead.”

Jeonghan almost lets out a sigh of relief at his words. He’s fine with dying, as long as he knows that you’ll be kept safe. You deserve to be happy, to fulfill your duty and complete your goals of what you want to do for the kingdom.

“Goodbye, Yoon Jeonghan.” Minhyuk states, and Jeonghan just watches as the brunette lifts up the sword. His gaze latches onto the full moon shining down on him, and he lets out the smallest smile as he remembers your bright eyes that could outrival the moonlight. He slowly closes his eyes at the memory, and waits for the sword to come down.

But it never does.

The sound of the blade falling to the ground is heard, and he hears Minhyuk let out a quiet gasp. Jeonghan opens his eyes, wondering why he’s unharmed, only to freeze when he sees a figure standing before him, arms stretched out as a way to shield him from the sword.

“Yn?” Jeonghan murmurs in shock, and you slowly turn your head, eyes filling with relief when you see him unharmed.

“You’re safe.” You say in a quiet voice, before falling to the ground. Jeonghan’s heart stops when he sees the blood soaking through your attire. The hands that were holding him back suddenly disappear when an arrow shoots past his head, but he pays no mind as he just feels dread flooding him.

“JEONGHAN! YN!” He hears Seokmin and Seungcheol shout, running towards them with their bows drawn towards the soldiers. Jeonghan doesn’t look at them, his eyes remain on you as he falls to his knees.

You blink at him slowly, reaching out with your hand and resting it on his cheek. Jeonghan’s hands begin to shake as he watches the red patch on your clothes grow and grow, but you make him turn so that he’s looking into your eyes.

“W-Why? Why did you do that? Why would you do that?” Jeonghan asks in a frantic voice, and you just smile.

“You deserve to live.” You answer, and the blonde shakes his head.

“It’s you. It’s always been you, not me. I don’t deserve this—I don’t deserve anything. You have such a bright future, worth more than anything I could even attempt to accomplish.” Jeonghan says, and you watch as he begins to panic at the amount of blood you’re losing. You pat his cheek so that he looks at you again, and he turns so that he’s staring into your eyes. “I won’t go away, Jeonghan.”

Jeonghan just shakes his head again, feeling sobs bubble up in his chest. Even in this circumstance, you manage to still hold all the stars in your eyes as you stare at him, and Jeonghan finds it to be the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

“The moon will rise tomorrow, and that is where I will be.” You tell him in a soft voice.

His bottom lip begins to quiver as he watches the light slowly beginning to fade from your gaze. Without another word, he reaches out and pulls you onto his lap. Your heart fills with warmth at his embrace, and a small smile forms on your face when you see his eyes brim with tears.

“You’re crying.” You state tiredly, and the blonde bites the inside of his cheek as he holds you tightly. You chuckle softly, “You must love me.”

And Jeonghan just nods his head, “I always have, yn.”

You smile at his confession, wondering what could’ve been if you weren’t born as royalty. Would you and Jeonghan have met the same way? Would you have been able to live a life together? But as you stare into the blonde’s warm eyes, you find that this was always how it was meant to be.

“And I’ll always love you, my petty thief.” Your voice has dropped to below a whisper, and Jeonghan watches as your eyes slowly come to a close after your confession. He stays silent when your hand falls from his cheek, and he just stays there holding you as Seokmin and Seungcheol fight the last of the soldiers standing.

A single tear escapes Jeonghan’s left eye, and it slowly trails down his face, until it finally falls onto your cheek. He lets out a shaky breath, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your forehead.

When he leans back, he gently lays you on your back on the ground, before standing up. Without looking up from the rocks, he steps over and picks up his sword.

As Seokmin struggles against one of the larger soldiers, he blinks in shock when they suddenly just slump to the ground. He looks up to see Jeonghan killing each and every one of the soldiers that he and Seungcheol have been fighting off without so much as a struggle between the two.

“Jeonghan.” Seungcheol mutters when the blonde finally kills the last one. Jeonghan blankly stares down at the ground, before looking up towards the patch of tall grass he had seen Minhyuk escape in.

“Jeonghan!” Seungcheol calls out, and he watches as Jeonghan finally turns his head and looks at him. There’s no shed of light that once adorned his friend’s eyes, he only sees pure rage as Jeonghan stares at him.

“Please, stop. You know what you’ll lose if you do this.” Seokmin pleads from beside Seungcheol, and Jeonghan just blinks at the two.

“I’ve already lost everything.” He states, and Seokmin bites the inside of his cheek as silence settles over the three of them.

After a moment, Jeonghan turns away and points in the direction of where you’re laying.

“Clean their wounds, and prepare them for a funeral. I’ll be back before dawn.” He murmurs, before running off into the tall grass. Seokmin and Seungcheol watch until they can no longer see movement in the grass, before turning and looking at you.

“We couldn’t protect them.” Seokmin murmurs, as the two walk up to you. He sucks in a shaky breath when he sees the smallest hint of a smile on your lips, and Seungcheol just stares at you with sad eyes.

“In the end, yn was the one protecting us this whole time.”

Jeonghan trudges through the grass, anger flooding him as he follows the trail left behind by Minhyuk. There’s dried spots of blood on his face and clothes, and his sword is stained red as he drags it behind him.

The visual of the look of relief on your face when you saw that he was safe remains in the forefront of his mind while he walks. Blinking down at the ground, guilt floods him as he quietly wonders to himself how you could make such a decision.

“Why would you do that? Why do you have to be so selfless until the end?” Jeonghan whispers to no one in particular, his tired eyes not leaving the grass until he realizes the trail has stopped. He slowly looks up from the ground, just to find Minhyuk standing underneath a tree, unmoving.

The brunette turns at the sound of the branch crunching underneath Jeonghan’s foot, and he makes eye contact with the raging blonde. Jeonghan takes note of the tear tracks on Minhyuk’s cheeks, along with his bloodshot eyes as he stares at him.

“It wasn’t supposed to be them.” Minhyuk says after a moment, and Jeonghan just stands there in silence, chest rising and falling. He looks down at the ground, tears falling from his eyes as he murmurs, “I never would’ve done that to them.”

Jeonghan stares at your fiancé, the man who murdered you in cold blood. He watches quietly as Minhyuk cries over what he did, and he tightens his grip around the sword when he remembers what you said.

“You deserve to live.”

“Yn deserved to live.” Jeonghan states, before stepping forward and finishing what he came here to do.

It’s dawn when Jeonghan arrives back at the lake. Seokmin and Seungcheol are sitting on the ground waiting for him, and when they see the blood spatter all over him, they realize what he’s done. The two watch as the blonde slowly looks over at the rock where you would usually sit, seeing the blank look in his eyes.

Jeonghan trudges forward until he’s standing before the rock, and falls to his knees. His bottom lip begins to quiver as he stares at the empty space, an overwhelming amount of grief and guilt flooding him as the moon slowly disappears from the sky.

It’s only when the sun begins to rise as the new day dawns, that Jeonghan finally cries. And the sound of his sobs fill the early morning air of the place that he had once treasured.

present time

Jeonghan watches as Soonyoung runs off, a warm smile on his face at the fact that his old friend will finally have his happy ending. Letting out a sigh, he turns and begins to walk down the street again.

It’s only a few minutes later that the snow begins to fall, and Jeonghan raises an eyebrow. He comes to a stop at the crosswalk, remembering the last time that the first snowfall of the year fell on a Spring day.

“That’s when the truth unraveled.” Jeonghan murmurs, chuckling quietly as he remembers his old friend. Tilting his head to the side, he begins to wonder if they’ll meet Soonyoung today.

“They always thought the Gods were against them, when they were really rooting for them this whole time.” Jeonghan says with a grin, rolling his eyes when the light turns green. He starts walking down the street, letting the snowflakes fall onto his blonde hair as he looks up towards the night sky.

The full moon shines down onto him, and he purses his lips at the sight. Letting out a sigh once he makes it to the other side, he turns and heads off towards the store.

Clutching a bottle of rice wine in his hand, he walks towards the lake where he used to reside back when he was still human.

Ever since your death, whenever there was a full moon, he would come back to the lake with a bottle of rice wine and just sit by himself. He never let anyone join him, not Seungcheol, and not Seokmin. Until eventually, he ended up alone.

He soon became a grim reaper after Seungcheol passed, with sins as great as his, he knew it was something he had to repay. It’s been over a thousand years since he became immortal, but the weight that was left in his heart hasn’t disappeared.

Even when his old friend was by his side before they passed through the door, he couldn’t help the loneliness that he would succumb to every night.

Jeonghan makes his way down the path towards his spot, hearing the rice wine slosh against the bottle with every step he takes. The snow hasn’t stopped its descent from the sky, painting his surroundings a brilliant shade of white. It’s a bitch to walk in, as he’s almost slipped quite a few times, but he survived.

“I can’t wait to sit down.” Jeonghan murmurs once he’s close, and he finally looks up towards his spot.

Only to stop.

A figure is sitting on your rock, staring out at the water as they hold a bottle of rice wine in their hands. They look up towards the full moon in the sky, letting the snowflakes fall onto their face as they wait with the smallest of smiles on their face.

Jeonghan’s heart hammers in his chest, and he tentatively takes a step forward, making the figure turn and glance in his direction. He stares at the person in front of him, disbelief coming over his face as they slowly stand up when they lock eyes with him.

You stand there in all your beauty, the snow falling around you as you shine brightly underneath the moonlight. You don’t look any different than before, aside from the modern clothes, but in Jeonghan’s mind, he thinks you look even more beautiful than you did over 1500 years ago. He blinks when his vision turns blurry, but he refuses to rub his eyes out of fear that you’ll disappear.

That it’s all just a dream.

But when you let out that breathtaking smile that he fell in love with over a thousand years ago, he knows that this is real.

Tears fall from your eyes as you stare at the man before you, and you raise your hand up towards him as you say, “I finally found you, my petty thief.”

Jeonghan chokes on a sob from the nickname, having fully believed that he would never hear you utter those words again. Relief floods him when he hears you let out a wet laugh, a small smile forming on his face at the sound. He sniffles while he stares at you with warmth dripping from his teary eyes. With a shaky hand, he raises his arm up and waves back at you.

“You’ve finally come back, my moon.”

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littlechinesedoll · 2 years ago

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inspired by a post by @ms-musers

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look idk what or how US police stations work i have not seen enough police procedurals to know. but here you go.

idk no powers/vigilantism i guess 😅

rated G

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Officer Santos doesn’t really like manning the concierge, but she does it anyway. The most interesting people come into the station sometimes, so she just tries to hold her tongue and do her job.

She’s about to decide that today is a sarcastically interesting day when a tall, burly, clean-shaved handsome man in sunglasses enters the station with a garment bag. Possibly six two in height, two hundred and ten pounds, brown leather jacket that would probably rip at the seams if he moved his arms, dark jeans, dark shoes, white shirt, sharp jaw, broad shoulders, dark hair with a white tuft combed back with his bangs.

He takes off the sunglasses, revealing bright teal eyes. She almost forgets what she’s supposed to say.

“Hey,” he says.

“Uh, hey. How may I help you?” she says, voice almost cracking by the end. Way to go being starstruck by a handsome civilian.

“I’m looking for Detective Grayson?” he hangs the sunglasses on the hem of the shirt’s neck hole.

“Right, and full name please?”

“Jason Peter Todd,”

“Jason Peter Todd,” she repeats absently as she logs that into the computer. “What for?”

He holds up the garment bag. “Got something for him and I’m gonna drag him out to lunch,”

“Alrighty. Please have seat in the waiting bench. I’ll go get him for you,” goes to fetch the detective currently on lunch break.

She sees him feet up on his desk playing on his phone while speaking with another detective and a few officers. As she approaches, one of the detectives greets her.

“What’s up Santos?”

“Hey,” she greets back, “Detective Grayson, there’s someone for you out front,”

Det. Grayson, handsome and cheery as ever, asks, “Did they say who?”

“Jason Peter Todd,”

Hearing the name seems to brighten him up even further. “Yay!” he puts his feet down, pockets his phone, badge, keys, and wallet, and follows Santos out to the front.

Jason Peter Todd seems to have forgone sitting at the waiting bench, since he’s standing right where Santos left him.

“Hey!” says Det. Grayson excitedly.

The man hands over the bag to the detective. “Alfred said you needed these,”

“I did, since I don’t have the budget to get another suit,” Det. Grayson undoes the zipper and checks its contents. “Besides I liked the shirt we bought in Milan,”

Milan?? Italy?? Santos thinks as she gets a peek at a black jacket, pants, and a white shirt in the garment bag. Huh. Det. Grayson must have somewhere important to go to.

“Shut up,” the taller man rolls his eyes. “Like hell you don’t have the budget,”

Santos watches with amusement as they bicker. They seem to be at ease with one another.

“Yep, that’s the one! Thanks for bringing it over. Besides, why buy a new one when there’s a perfectly pressed one at home? And you could’ve just couriered it over, you know,”

“If one crinkle gets on that suit, you know Alfred will strangle the one responsible. And he and the old man wanted me to check on you. So your suit budget we can splurge on some food,”

“Sounds good. You drive, though. I’m gonna leave my cruiser here,” he hands Santos the keys to his cruiser.

“Sure thing,” Jason nods, then turns to Santos. “Thanks officer,”

“You’re welcome! You seem to know each other well,”

“Oh! Santos!” Det. Grayson is almost ecstatic she noticed. “How rude of me. This is my baby brother, Jason! Isn’t he just cute! So tall, too!”

“Sup,” Jason waves.

The people manning the front desk stare at them.

Baby…brother? Cute…?

This…six foot two, two hundred and ten pounds of muscle… with a jaw that could cut steel… could probably bench press a car… is…the cute baby brother??

“Nice to meet you,” says the cute baby brother.

Santos is about to have a stroke just thinking about this massive hulking man as a cute baby brother. “Nice to meet you too?” she might regret that unsure tone later. She doesn’t know about cute, but he is gorgeous though.

Jason turns to Det. Grayson. “I want tacos,”

“Tacos it is!” agrees Det. Grayson. “I swear, Santos, baby brothers are so spoiled. Let’s go, Jay,” he claps his brother’s back a few times and leads him out of the station.

Santos and the three other officers manning the concierge look at each other, faces all reading varying degrees of ‘what the fuck?’ and another one who mouths ‘he’s hot!!’

She shakes her head. Six foot two, two hundred and ten pound baby brother. That’s hilarious.

#jason todd #dick grayson #batfamily #red hood #nightwing #fanfic

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Looking for a Place to Happen

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore

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The sleepy town of Birch was awake.

In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.

It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.

As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.

The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful.

You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.

You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much.

You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.

You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.

You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.

You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps.

You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.

You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.

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You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.

“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.

“For what?” you scoffed.

“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.

You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.

“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”

“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”

“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”

She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.

“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.

“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”

“Language,” she huffed.

“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”

“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.

“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”

“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”

“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok.

“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.

“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”

“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”

“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”

“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”

“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”

She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.

“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”

“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”

“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”

“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”

“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”

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Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.

When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.

You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.

As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce.

“More basil,” she snipped.

“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”

“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”

“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?” you blinked.

“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”

“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”

“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”

You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.

You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.

You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.

You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.

“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.

You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.

“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.

The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way.

You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.

“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.

“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.

“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”

“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.

“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”

As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.

“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.

“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.

“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.

“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”

“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked.

You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.

“Sorta,” you answered.

“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”

You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.

“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.

You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.

“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”

“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”

“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”

“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.

“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.

“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.

“Well?”

“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.

“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.

You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.

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leossmoonn · 4 years ago

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Play Ground Days

masterlist

pairing - carl gallagher x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - “ughh FINALLY someone that writes good imagines abt carl from shameless! could you write one where you two grew up together and you've always been close n stuff and then at some point he realizes he loves the reader and he talks to ian and lip (maybe mickey too bc i love him) about it? (fem!reader btw if that's cool) thanks babe xx” thanks for inspo on the beginning @poesflygirl <3 ,,, carl and you are 16 also pls dont come for me ive only played COD 2 times last year so lmao i dont remember a lot about it, enjoy!

summary - carl has liked you since you two were young, and seeks advice from his brothers and mickey

warnings - strong language, drugs and alcohol, little talk about bad body imagine

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*gif isnt mine*

“I fucking knew it!” Lip exclaimed.

“Why are you telling us? We’ve known this.” Ian commented, smirking at his little brother.

“How the hell—” Carl started.

“You’re not exactly great at hiding your crush on her,” Mickey chuckled.

Carl’s eyes were the size of saucers. “You knew?”

“Of course I did. I’m not fucking Helen Keller,” Mickey rolled his eyes.

Carl groaned and ran his hands roughly through his hair. “I can’t believe this. Well, secret’s out, I guess. What do I do?”

“Just go tell her you like her. It’s not like she’s going to turn you down.” Lip shrugged, putting his cigarette to his lips.

“Lip!” Ian hit his brother’s shoulder.

“What?” Lip asked.

“You weren’t supposed to say that, dumbass,” Mickey said.

“What does that mean?” Carl asked, looking in-between his brother’s and Mickey.

Lip sighed. “Ah, shit, right. I’ve already said too much.”

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4 hours earlier: 2:00 PM

“Hey, shit head!” She called out, throwing rocks against the window.

Carl got up from his bed, shocked but happy to see her. He opened his window, leaning against the frame.

“What’re you doing here?” He asked.

She threw the rocks to the ground. “Escaping from my druggie dad, duh. What’re you doing?”

“Nothing,” Carl shrugged.

She did her signature smirk that always made Carl’s heart flutter. “Wanna go and stuff our faces at Patsy’s Pies?”

Carl’s eyes lit up at the mention of fatty, greasy food. “Hell yeah. I’ll come down.”

She nodded, going to the front of their house. Carl ran down the stairs, putting on his shoes and opening the door to find her on the steps.

“Hey, why didn’t you just come into the house?” Carl asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Putting damage on your window seemed more fun. Oh, hey! Do you have an extra bed I can sleep in tonight?” She asked.

Carl nodded. “Yeah, of course. Your dad is that bad, huh?”

“Yep, he relapsed. Super fun,” she laughed sarcastically.

“I’m sorry. That shit sucks,” Carl said.

She shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s life. Anyways, ready to go?”

Carl nodded. They got into her car, the girl starting it and driving fast to the dinner. As she was driving, humming to the songs on the radio, Carl stared at her. She was absolutely gorgeous.

Her name was Y/n L/n. Carl’s oldest and only real friend. They had grown up together, Y/n living only a few houses away from him. They had met in detention in 1st grade and had been close ever since.

“What’re you staring at?” Y/n asked, glancing over to him.

Carl blushed. “Nothing.”

“Alright,” Y/n sang.

Carl had often been caught staring at her. It was something he usually did from time to time, but now it was more often. He couldn’t help it. There was something about her. Maybe flawless her skin was, how pretty and bright her smile and eyes were, the way she would make him feel secure and loved, something he had never got from anyone consitently.

He never really knew why he thought those things about her. People had told him that he probably had a crush on her, but he knew that wasn’t right. He had crushes on girls before and the things he was feeling for Y/n were a lot different than what he had felt for his past girlfriends. He figured it was just that she was his closest friend and he happened to be a horny teenager, so naturally, he just thought those things about her. But oh, how wrong he actually was.

Y/n parked her car at Patsy’s Pies. They walked into the diner, seeing Fiona at the register.

“Hey, Fi,” Y/n smiled.

“Hey, Y/n, Carl! Long time, no see. How are ya?” Fiona asked.

“Good, good,” Y/n smiled.

“Good,” Carl said.

“Great! Well, get yourself seated and someone will be right with you,” she smiled.

Y/n and walked off to a small booth and sat down. They picked up the menus that were already on the table.

“You gonna get your usual?” Y/n asked.

Carl shrugged. “Maybe. Should I change it up?”

“Yes. The double bacon cheeseburger looks good,” Y/n said.

“Are you getting that?” Carl asked.

“Maybe. I’ll probably get a salad or something. Gotta watch those calories, you know?” She half-joked, putting a hand on her stomach.

“I think you look good. You don’t need to worry,” Carl smiled.

Y/n’s eyes widened. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Carl nodded.

Y/n looked back at the menu, hiding her embarrassment.

Carl complimenting her was something that was rare, but did happen. Y/n never remembered Carl as a romantic type of guy, but it seems that he had developed those traits from having a few girlfriends. She liked that, actually. She liked him complimenting her, staring at her for minutes at a time, the way his ears would turn red when she teased him. She liked all of that.

Y/n would never admit it to anyone, but she had a crush on Carl. She had a crush on him since their freshman year of high school. Well, in reality, she probably has always had one, but the first time she really realised she liked him was in biology when he got in trouble in one of the labs. She remembered when the teacher was yelling at him and he looked at her, smiling at her mischievously and winking at her. That wink had her heart racing and mind go foggy. From then on, she had liked him as more than a friend. Yet, she never said anything because well, as cliche as it was, she was afraid of ruining their friendship. He was really the only one who got her and who never abandoned her. She couldn’t lose him, so she just kept her feelings and gestures to him as friendly as she could.

“Hi, I’m Carly and I’ll be serving you today. What can I get you today?” The waitress asked.

“Hi, can I get the philly cheesesteak with a medium coke and fries,” Carl ordered.

Carly nodded and wrote his order down, turning to Y/n.

“Um, I’ll get the bacon cheeseburger with a small sprite and fries. Thanks,” Y/n ordered.

Carly took their menus. “Great. I’ll have your drinks out soon.”

Y/n and Carl smiled at the waitress as she walked away.

“Hey, so I thought your dad was in rehab,” Carl said.

Y/n sighed. “He was, but I guess his girlfriend got him drunk, then convinced him to do some lines. God, I can’t believe he's even with her still.”

Carl frowned. “What about your mom? Where’s she?”

“She’s going to nursing school right now. She’s the only one responsible in this family, yet she never calls or anything,” she scoffed.

“You’re really responsible,” Carl said.

Y/n smiled. “Thanks, C. You are, too.”

Carl laughed, “Me? I sold drugs on the streets once.”

She giggled. “True. But you’ve really shaped. I'm proud.”

Carl smiled sheepishly. “Thanks.”

Y/n hummed a ‘you’re welcome’. Carly came back with their food quickly and they dug in. Carl and Y/n spent their time talking and eating, spending about 2 hours there as they just kept talking.

“Are you two finished?” Carly asked, gesturing to their empty plates.

“Yeah,” Carl nodded.

“Great. Here’s your bill, pay whenever you’re ready,” Carly smiled and took their dirty dishes.

“Ready to go?” Y/n asked.

Carl nodded and got out his wallet that he had in his shorts. Meanwhile, Y/n also got out her wallet. They both looked up at each other, awkward expressions on their faces.

“Oh, I was gonna pay,” Carl said. “No, no, my treat. I invited you here,” Y/n said.

“You sure?” Carl asked.

She smiled and put a hand on his arm. “Yes, I am, Carl.”

Butterflies irrupted in Carl’s stomach as she touched him. He nodded slowly, putting his credit card away. Y/n and him walked up to the register and paid for their meal. They then went back to Y/n car.

“What do you wanna do now?” Y/n asked.

“Wanna play COD Black Ops 3?” Carl asked.

“Yes!” Y/n smiled. She drove them back to his house, parking haphazardly on the street.

The two hurried into the house, grabbing a seat on the couch. Carl got the controllers, turning onto the playstation. Y/n logged onto her account, selecting the gun she wanted to use. Carl then started the game.

“Where are you?” Y/n squinted her eyes at the screen.

“Right behind you,” Carl smirked.

Y/n turned around, gasping as Carl shot her.

“Fuck you!” Y/n exclaimed.

“Little rusty, huh?” Carl teased. She rolled her eyes. “I’m gonna kill you next round.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Carl said.

“Winner gets to pick what’s for dinner,” Y/n said.

“Deal,” Carl nodded.

The pair played for a couple hours, the game ending with Y/n getting the last kill.

“Good game,” she smirked, setting the controller down.

“I forgot how good you were at this,” Carl frowned. Y/n giggled, “I forgot how bad you were.”

Carl rolled his eyes with a smile. “Alright, where do you want to eat?”

“Hm… Noodles n Company?” She suggested.

“Sure,” Carl nodded.

“Alright, I’m gonna use the bathroom and then order. Text me what you want,” Y/n said, getting up from the couch.

Carl nodded and watched her go upstairs to use the bathroom. Then that’s when Lip, Ian, and Mickey all came into the house.

“Hey, guys,” Carl said.

“Hey,” Ian smiled.

“Is Y/n here? We saw her car out front,” Lip said. “Yeah, she is,” Carl nodded.

“Asked her out yet?” Lip smirked. Carl’s face turned red. “Wh-What?”

“Oh, you’re not in love with her then?” Ian furrowed his brows.

“I… am I?” Carl asked.

Ian chuckled. “Yeah. You always are always happy around her, blush whenever she teases you.”

“And you’re always staring at her,” Lip added.

“That doesn’t mean I like her,” Carl said.

“Do feel dizzy and nauseous when she touches you? Does your heart race when she gets close? Do you see yourself kissing her? Would you do anything for her?” Ian asked.

Carl furrowed his brows. They were right, all those things did happen when she was near. She was his best friend. He also sometimes think about kissing her and being with her in a romantic way. And yeah, of course he would do anything for her. Maybe… Maybe he did love her.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I… I guess I am in love with her.”

And that, ladies and gents, is where we left off. Lip, Ian, and Mickey teased Carl until Carl begged them for real help.

“What do you mean?” Carl asked anxiously.

Lip looked to Ian and Mickey for help on what to say. Little did Carl know, Y/n actually did admit her crush to someone. And that someone, or someones, were Lip, Ian, and Mickey.

“Don’t worry about it, man,” Mickey said.

“Did she say something to you?” Carl asked. “No,” Ian shook his head. “Like Mick said, don’t worry.”

“I… fine. Well, what do I do then?” Carl asked in slight distress.

“Give her some flowers and chocolate. Girls love that shit,” Lip suggested.

“Alright,” Carl nodded. “I don’t know what her favourite flowers are, though.”

“Just get her roses. That’s really romantic,” Lip said.

Carl smiled, “Alright. Awesome. Thanks, guys.”

He decided to get the flowers early morning tomorrow before Y/n woke up.

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Carl sneaked back into the house, hoping not to wake Y/n up. As he walked into the kitchen, he was shocked to see her at the table drinking coffee.

“Hey, Carl!” Y/n smiled.

Carl’s eyes were blown wide. “I.. uh…”

“Who are those for?” Y/n got up and pointed to the flowers and chocolate in his hand.

“Um… you?” Carl said. Y/n smiled. “Me? What did I do to deserve this?”

Carl knew that he couldn’t make up an excuse. He was horrible at lying to her. So, he decided to just have his confession here.

“I.. I’m in love with you,” Carl said. Y/n’s jaw dropped and she froze. “Wha-What?”

“My brothers and Mickey helped me realise I was yesterday when you were ordering dinner. They told me I should get you flowers and stuff so I did. I hope you like roses,” Carl explained and held up the gifts.

Y/n’s lips upturned in a wide smile. “How long have you liked me?”

“Honestly, probably since we were little,” Carl shrugged sheepishly.

Y/n giggled. “Me, too.”

“Really?” Carl smiled.

Y/n waked up to him and took the gifts, setting them on the kitchen counter. She went up to him and put her arms around his neck.

“Yep. I always have,” she grinned.

“Oh, sick!” Carl exclaimed. “Oh wait.”

“What?” Y/n asked in confusion.

“That’s what they meant!” Carl exclaimed in realisation.

“Who? What?” “Oh, Lip, Mickey, and Ian kind of told me yesterday when I asked for help,” Carl explained.

Y/n’s eyes widened and she turned to the stairs, glaring. “Mickey, Lip, Ian! You better fucking run!”

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kazuchii · 3 years ago

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Could i have some fluffy headcanons with Diluc, Zhongli, and Albedo who have an s/o with really dark eyebags? Like they sleep fine at night but the eyebags just...won't go away

GN!Reader with Eyebags w/ Genshin Boys

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This request was actually really easy for me since I too, struggle with eyebags that just won’t go away XD Sorry this took a bit! I've been a little busy. Hope you enjoy it!

Synopsis: The Genshin boys are a little worried about your eyebags, thinking you're not sleeping at night.

Characters: Albedo, Diluc, Zhongli

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

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Albedo didn’t seem worried at first when it came to your eyebags. He just assumed you weren’t sleeping very well.

Honestly, I doubt Albedo gets well rested at night. He probably stays up late doing alchemy stuff after all. He always advised you to go to bed ahead of him for you to get the best sleep possible.

Whenever he would come to bed, you’d always be passed out under the bedsheets.

So when Albedo noticed your dark eyebags, he was puzzled.

You seemed to be sleeping like a log at night. You were always passed out and dreaming away whenever he arrived home to your shared bed.

The only hypothesis to this he could speculate was that you were indeed staying up late at night. Were you possibly staying up late at night waiting for him?

This only made Albedo more concerned. He told you that there was no reason for you to stay up late waiting for him. But you went and did it anyway, resulting in you passing out at night waiting every night.

The guilt Albedo felt made him mess up a couple of times the following day. Items would slip out of his grasp the moment he let the guilt surface.

He confided to Sucrose about the issue, his head in his hands.

“Well Mister Albedo, shouldn’t you just…be honest with them about your concerns?”

So that night, you were getting prepared for bed. Just as you sat on the bed, the door slammed open.

You jumped a little, swinging your head to the maniac that decided to scare you just as you were about to head to bed for the night.

Albedo stood there, a serious expression planted on his facial features.

“Albedo?”

“Stop staying up late for me.”

An awkward smile crept up onto your face, cocking your head off to the side.

“What do you mean?”

“Your eyebags. I’ve noticed them. You need to get more sleep.”

“But Albedo-“

He wasn’t listening to you though. His face morphed into a more sincere, worried one as he moved towards the bed.

“I want what's best for your health. Please stop staying up late waiting f-”

“Bedo, I don't stay up late for you.”

Albedo froze on the spot, blinking as his brain shut off.

“I go to bed on time each night. Who said I ever stay up late for you? Bedo, I love you, but I’d rather sleep than wait for you for hours.”

He was almost offended by that statement.

“But...your eyebags.”

“Oh, yeah they won't leave no matter what I do. Probably payback for staying up late years earlier. I should probably try some sort of cream to get rid of them.”

As you blabbered on and on about your eyebags, Albedo was still trying to restart his brain. Sure he was the one who had originally told you your health was more important, but why did that statement hurt so much-

For the past few days, you’ve hardly been able to get a single glimpse of Diluc. He’s been so preoccupied with his work that you never see him, you only hear him bid you goodbye early every morning.

The only people to keep you company was the maids working at his mansion. They would take care of you by making any meals and just cleaning throughout the building.

Meanwhile, you just did whatever you pleased.

I mean, this was your home as well so there wasn’t really anyone stopping you. You’d just do whatever you felt like doing at the moment.

But you got to a point where you were bored. You missed the feeling of Diluc and the warmth he always had radiating from him. You craved the feeling to be wrapped up in his arms.

You wanted to feel loved

So since absolutely nothing was stopping you from doing whatever you pleased, you decided to go on a little adventure.

And by adventure, I mean taking a little trip to Mondstadt and stopping by Angel’s Share.

Diluc never exactly said you couldn’t visit while he worked, but I don’t think he ever thought you would so he never said anything.

It was late into the evening when you finally reached the gates of Mondstadt. The exhausted guards greeted you with a lazy wave as you passed by them.

It didn’t take too long to find Angels Share.

Creaking open the door to Angel’s Share, you peeked your head in. The bar was completely deserted besides a single man residing behind the counter; Diluc.

“Diluc!”

Diluc’s head perked up instantaneously.

“(Y/N)?”

He rushed out from behind the counter to come to greet you at the entrance.

“Love, what are you doing here? You should be back home getting ready for bed.”

“I missed you, so I wanted to come to see you. We haven’t been spending much time together after all.”

Diluc could feel the heat rising up to his face. How could you say that without being embarrassed in the slightest?

The smile on your face wasn’t helping his situation whatsoever. But soon enough, his eyes caught something off about your appearance.

“Love, have you been sleeping well at night?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You’ve got dark eyebags underneath your eyes.”

Oh yeah, you forgot those were there. You were so used to them being there that you forgot all about them.

“Oh, yeah. So, they refuse to leave no matter what I do. I get at least a solid eight hours of sleep every night, but they just don’t seem to want to leave.”

“Have you tried different treatments?”

“I have tried all the possible ones here in Mondstadt, but nothing seems to be working.”

“Perhaps something to help you could be located in Liyue…”

“You don’t have to do that for me!”

But Diluc wasn’t having any of that. He lifted his gloved hand, cupping your cheek, and gazed towards you lovingly.

“Love, I hope you realize the things I’d do to make you smile.”

Zhongli never expected him to fall for a mortal. When you came into his life, at first he was a little concerned. After all, you were just a human with a limited life span. If he were to get attached, he would be forced with leaving you behind. He would be forced with watching you age and eventually pass on.

So, when he first felt the bubbly feeling inside his chest whenever he would spend time with you, he was wary. He tried to distance himself from you, but in the end, it didn't go as planned.

He still became attached, it was just something he couldn't prevent.

Now he finds himself with you whenever he can. He'd rather spend time making memories with you than worrying about your fate.

Although, whenever the two of you would go out, you were the one who always ended up paying.

"My love, I don't have any mora."

"Expected. But luckily, I brought some with us."

He was always grateful for having you at his side. When he told you that he was actually the Geo Archon, he expected you to not believe him and find him weird.

But strangely enough, you believed every word he told you

This man has been a puppy following you around ever since. He adores it whenever you hold his hand in public; it always brings a smile to his face.

He also worries about your health constantly. After all, you're mortal.

So when you met with him after his work was completed for a little date in Liyue, his eyes were wide with concern.

"My love, have you not been getting enough sleep at night?"

"Yup! I've been sleeping perfectly fine."

Zhongli was suspicious of that statement.

"Are you positive?"

"I'm 100% positive, Zhongli. Trust me, if I was having issues sleep I would tell you immediately."

"Then why do you have such dark eyebags underneath your eyes?"

"Not really sure. They don't seem to want to go away. I get a solid eight hours every night, too. I guess I'm just stuck with them."

"Do they bother you at all?"

"I mean, the only issue is when people look at me funny because of them. Otherwise, I forget they exist."

Zhongli didn't like that one bit. He didn't mind that you had the eye bags, but what he did mind was that people would give you looks due to them.

"I"ll find something."

"Huh?"

"I'll find something that'll help fix your eyebags. I'd rather not have people giving you looks because of them."

"You don't have to do that! It's perfectly fine."

But Zhongli wasn't listening to a word you were saying.

"I'll find Childe. I'm sure he'd be happy to pay for anything I'll need-"

"Wait!"

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Rabbit Boy | JJK x Reader | 🔞

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Wordcount: 10.3k (Long)

Genre: Romance, Friends/strangers to lovers, Smut, BDSM because I'm making that a genre now

Tags/Warnings: BDSM themes (please I'm begging you stop reading my shit if it makes you uncumfortable), mentions of restrainment, light shibari, edging, orgasm denial (very mild), Subspace, Domspace because yes thats a thing, Dom/sub dynamics, Biting, Oral (m and f receiving), riding, and not the horseback kind if you know what I mean, protected sex yes, we love an organized household, there's just so much sweet filth istg

Summary: Jungkook is wild, untamed, and doesn't really commit to anyone for long. But maybe, you're his only exception in this world. Maybe, you're really that perfect partner he's been looking for.

Jungkook likes to think of himself as an artist.

Sure, if people knew exactly what the young man does in his freetime (or as a side job, don't judge, we all want to make money out of our hobbies stop lying to yourself), they would surely look at him differently.

But he's an artist, nonetheless.

Technically, Jungkook also doesn't need to do what he does simply for the money. No, his main job pays very well- considering that he's one of the top elite in his genre of games. He doesn't just merely play and win a game; Jungkook, just like most things he touches, claims complete ownership of the match he's fighting. It's a well known fact that he's someone who likes things for himself. He loves control, craves to lead, and hates to be belittled.

Oh and yeah- financially, investing in an indie-game three years back had also done his bank account some good.

Now, at an age where he can be fully considered a man, and not a boy anymore, he craves control in different aspects of life- and love.

Jungkook has a problem however.

He's wild.

Not in the way one might think he is (although several people could argue that yes, that's also the case in bed..) but generally. He loves to control- but he hates to be tied down.

And a mindset like that doesn't work well with relationships.

He's had them before, don't get him wrong. He's had numerous in the past, but they all either broke apart because he would hold that particular desire back, making him antsy and moody, or he would welcome his partners into his world, and become uncomfortable with the way things would progress.

No, he doesn't want to experiment. He knows exactly what he wants, and if that means he's 'close-minded' and a bad person, then so be it for him.

He never liked the constant company in his apartment anyways.

"Ah, I've seen her before. She's usually a regular for Yoongi though." Taehyung says, checking a name for Jungkook, who's doodling on a napkin while he waits for his new appointment to show up. "I see. I forgot that Yoongi took some days off recently- that's probably why she's now under your hand." He explains, and Jungkook huffs, his blonde hair tickling his cheek.

"So I'll have to adjust? I mean, Yoongi's style is pretty different from mine." The young man says, not looking up. He simply continues his little sketch of braided hair, while the lanky guy behind the counter clicks away on his laptop.

"Probably? I can't check the logs since they're private, but from what I know Yoongi only did the usual with her." he explains, shrugging as he looks at his friend and colleague. "I can re-schedule her to Hoseok if you want?" He asks, and Jungkook, after finishing his drawing, lets the pen fall and stretches.

"Yeah, that would probably be best. Wouldn't know what to do if she drops- rather not have him rip my head off, thanks." He says, before he gets up.

"Ah- you're still coming over tonight right? Y/N said she's gonna cook for us." He says, and Jungkooks body shivers a little.

Your name is nothing new to him, but the reaction to it most certainly was. You're a friend of Yoongi and Hoseok, having joined in on their gaming nights a few months ago after Yoongi had insisted you couldn't stay alone on a christmas day. Jungkook had never really asked why you were alone in the first place, but he had never really cared much for it either. Sure, you were an absolute gem to look at; technically absolutely his type, but he had early on decided not to pursue anything at all with you. He knew friendship wouldn't stay friendship with you, his own hunger way too large to simply be satiated by platonic gestures-

and he was also sure you wouldn't be able to handle him, truly. The conversation with Jimin, one of your best friends, had changed nothing about that. Because he didn't know you well enough to quite know if you were only bark and no bite- or if you were genuinely craving the same things he did.

But most recently, there had been a change in his opinion on you. Because he had seen you, come out of this place, out of Yoongis studio.

You knew about all of this- and you were still around.

Nothing had changed.

Now, of course he had instantly poked holes into the poor guy about if he had ever played with you before- and the answer he had gotten, had made him even more interested and antsy to get closer to you.

Because while you trusted Yoongi with everything you had, he had never done anything with you. You had simply been interested in watching a scene unfold- and had told him that you were definitely interested in participating. The reason Jungkook couldn't ask you directly was a clear one-

You were majorly intimidated by him, to the point of, he had never really had a proper conversation with you. Partially, he had to admit, because he himself didn't want to involve himself too much with you.

He’d always asked himself; wouldn’t you be even more distant and reserved with him if you knew this side of him? Sure, you always joked around that he probably tied his girls up and edged them until they cried- but did you know that he genuinely enjoyed these things?

Relationships for him were mere covers to call the arrangements he had with the girls that came and went in his life in a constant changing matter. Deep down, no one night stand could satisfy his most carnal desires, and he was very well aware of that. But he rather took what he could get and lived a fever dream for a few moments than stay on his own simply because his idea of pleasure and sex was not the norm.

No, he refused to deny himself that.

Maybe it was because he’d always lived a rather lavish life- with his parents well off and his own career skyrocketing he never really had any worries like you have had in the past. For some odd reason, while looking at the soft red rope in his hands, his thoughts suddenly went astray; he knew he could give you the stability you oh so craved, in every way shape and form. You were a diamond simply waiting to be perfected- you had so much potential, knowing that you were secretly wandering around the same paths as he did made him even more frustrated.

The hints were there, they were obvious; from the way you had sighed out in bliss when he’d teasingly pulled your hair just hours ago, to the sinful confessions he’d heard that night when he overheard you and jimin by accident. Of course he’d maybe wasted a thought or two of you underneath him to humor him once or twice- but now with the rope in his hands, his mind immediately began painting pictures of it against your skin. Would you enjoy it? And what if he took your sight, or only bound your hands? What if he denied you to cum, or if he took you from behind, grabbing your hair and pushing down your spine to make it arch so prettily- never with the intend to hurt, of course. He knew he’d have to tame you first, make you submit, but then again, he loved the challenge.

You made even the idea of touching fun.

He wouldn't even have to undress you to fully get himself worked up, he was sure of that. Only seeing you bow to his very command would be enough to satisfy him. Of course, over the course of time he would lead you deeper and deeper into his rabbit hole, but he would take it slow for you.

So, with a smile, and a wave of his hand, he walked past the girl he knew had been his appointment- grinning at Taehyung. "Of course I'll be there."

He wouldn't dare miss a night with you.

You were stressing. A little.

Maybe.

Maybe a lot.

Everything would've been fine if they guys would've all come over. But due to the bad weather, and Taehyungs bad habit of never properly fixing his god-forsaken dumpster of a car, only one of them would be able to make it. And of course the one had to be Jeon Jungkook.

Just great.

Now, it wasn't like you didn't like the guy, no way. The problem was more, that he was on the exact opposite of that spectrum. You had a major crush on him, which felt like the plot to a really bad drama show you would watch drunk at night- and in a way, it really felt like one too. Because you were pretty sure, he didn't even know your name.

But oh well- apparently he knew more than that. More specifically, your phone number. And it had scared the shit out of you at first to receive a message from him because how the hell did he get your number, but then again you remembered that one of your connections was Kim Taehyung- and everyone knew what he knew.

It was the doorbell that ripped you out of your skin almost.

You didn't even change, deciding any effort would be too late anyways; and you were still heavily confused in the first place why the fuck he would come over alone, even though you two had never exchanged much more than a friendly hello and goodbye. But there he was, as you opened the door- soft, white hoodie and ripped jeans, a bit damp from the rain outside as you let him inside.

He didn't move.

"Uh-" You started, but he just looked at you, friendly as ever, although a teasing glint in his eye made you frown a bit.

He thought it was cute.

"You didn't tell me to come in." He said, and you blinked once, twice, before your brain had properly restarted.

"Oh uh- come in?" You said, again, moving a bit to the side so he could walk in- which he still didn't. "Jungkook come on now its fucking cold-!" You whined, and he laughed, finally stepping inside. Had he always been like that? Could very well be the case, after all, you had never truly paid much attention to his behavior before.

"Thanks for letting me come over." He said, and you watched him as he untied his boots. "I had nothing else to do- and also, I didn't want you to waste any food, considering Tae said you cooked for us." He explained, before he got up again from his half kneeling position, boots now standing next to your significantly smaller shoes.

"Ah, it would've been fine, you guys don't have to feel bad." You waved off, smiling. "I was about to stop cooking anyways when Jimin had texted me, but well, then you did and uhm.." You drifted off, noticing how you were suddenly waiting for him to lead the way.

In your own apartment.

What the hell?

If he noticed however, he didn't show it. He simply smiled, and moved his hands inside the front pocket of his hoodie. "Ah, thanks. I appreciate it, really." He said, and you smiled at him as well, walking towards the main area of your apartment. It was small, very small compared to his own, but he enjoyed the feeling of it. Everything around him reminded him of you, in a way; from the pictures taped to the walls, to the stickers on your fridge. It all held a piece of you in it. "Your apartment is really nice, by the way." He commented, and you turned around, before getting plates and cutlery to bring inside the living room.

"Ah, right, it's your first time here." You said. "Thanks- the living room is right around the corner there, you can just sit down and I'll bring everything there." You explained, and he smiled, nodding without arguing.

You liked that.

Typically, there would've been this awkward 'oh no let me help you', but Jungkook didn't seem to dwell on it much, letting you do your thing instead of butting in and making things weird. He simply walked where you had directed him, sitting down on the couch as he went to place a blanket to the side. His fingers moved over the fabric for a moment, noticing how everything on the couch, including the pillows, were made of that same, soft material.

Interesting.

"Oh- you can just put that to the side, sorry I forgot to clean that up." You said, putting the food onto the table as he just smiles again. He waits for you to sit down as well before you turn up the TV volume a little, nerves finally setting in as you notice there's almost nothing you can talk to him about. "This is awkward." You comment, and he chuckles at that swallowing his bite as he looks at you.

"Doesn't have to be." He states, before he turns his body a bit more into your direction; a visible sign that he wants a conversation. "Tae has never mentioned what you do for a living." He states, an unasked question of his. He lets you decide if you want to take it as one or leave it as a statement- it makes you feel nice, in a way.

"Ah uh.. it's really boring, so I guess I never really talk about it either.." You say, and he tilts his head a little, a silent urging for you to continue. You feel insignificant next o him and his job however. He's superior to you in any way, and you don't want him to feel pity or laugh at you for your job. "I uh.. I'm a programmer for a.. pretty unknown game studio." You say, body almost shrinking in on itself as you wait for his reaction. Much to your surprise however, he makes a sound that's purely surprise, as he swallows his bite with a bit of urgency.

"Fuck really?! That's so cool though!" He argues, brows furrowed a bit as he playfully accuses you with his next words. "Indie or not, a programmer is the main force of any game. Did you work on any games I might know of?" He asks, eyes sparkling as he realizes he had finally found something to bond with you over.

"Uh.. 'Rabbit Boy' was our best hit until now.." You say, still a bit shy, but you're also a tad more confident now. His reaction is either well-staged, or he's genuinely interested in what you do.

"I played it I think. It was a bit short, but I loved the mechanics." He says, and before he can quite stop himself, his hand has already reached out to you, running over your hair as he praises you like second nature. "Wuah, so smart!" He says, before he gets a reaction he wouldn't have thought he'd get from shy-you.

Because you playfully shove him, your socked feet pushed against the side of his thigh as you giggle at him.

Interesting, again.

Now, Jimin has actually told him about this before. How you were anything but the shy girl when you were around people you knew and trusted. He had believed it- to an extend- because he had also thought that maybe you were like that to prove your spot between those guys. As the only girl, you easily got thrown under the bus, so you had to somehow own your spot in the midst of your circle of friends.

However, it seemed like you were truly just a brat, hiding behind that innocent facade of yours. A barking dog, with every intent to bite if needed.

And Jungkook knew, he'd love to tame you, show you your spot, and make you his prey.

The trashy movie your watching bores you, in a way. Jungkook has noticed this already, having taken note of your feet wiggling around, your teeth nibbling on the inside of your cheek, as you rest your cheek on your hand, elbow resting on the side of the couch.

“I don’t know why she’s so hesitant.” You mutter, pouting as you slump into the couch- uncaring that the side of your body now leans against his own. He feels your warmth- and for some reason it brings him comfort to notice that you’re seemingly growing more at ease. “I mean, it’s what she’s into, right?” You say, brows furrowed as you watch the screen.

“It’s not that simple.” Jungkook explains, trying to not make it obvious that he’s not necessarily talking about the movie. “Some men like to you know.. fight for a partner. Impress them. Win them over.” He explains, and he can feel you shift a little- until your head raises a bit, watching him as he watches you; gazes locked, and you can’t look away. You’re shy, you’re growing restless, but his eyes are like magnets; there’s no way you can avert your gaze.

“And.. you?” You ask, voice not loud at all, as if you don’t even notice you’re saying it. He loves that- loves the fact that you’re slowly letting him closer- not only physically.

“I like to earn my spot in their lives.” He states, and your mind suddenly begins to spin. You’ve always seen him as someone who doesn’t care much about emotions or feelings, or relationships for that matter. And maybe he doesn’t- maybe he just says this because he knows your weak spots. But the way his words fall into your ears makes you believe him. “I like to see my partner thrive; I love to see them grow. And..” he says, boldly deciding to slowly reach out his hand that was placed on the back of the couch- his fingers running through your hair, only brushing through, never pulling (no matter how much you’re craving it secretly). “I love to see them let go.” He humms out, and there’s a sudden shiver down your back, one that he definitely notices.

This is it. This is where you’ll let him touch you, let him wreck you, let him ruin you. You lean in closer, and so does he, but just when your lips are about to touch, he smiles gently- a warm affectionate gesture that you’ve never seen from him. And with it being directed at you, it’s even more meaningful- but it’s all about his next move, the way his inked fingers trace your cheek, before he speaks.

“You’re not ready yet.”

And with that, he turns back to the TV.

You huff, and it's the first time you know exactly what you're doing. You knew from Yoongi what Jungkook did in his freetime- you knew that this stuff was his expertise. Defeated, you looked down towards your knees, as your thoughts start to grow more and more frustrated. He probably didn't even see you like that, having only visited you out of pity, and not because he wanted to see you.

You were probably already friendzoned, and he was too nice to outright say it into your face. It made your emotions turn sour as the situation grew more and more awkward for you.

"What're you thinking about?" He asks, and you don't answer. What was there to say anyways? You really didn't want to have this weird conversation where he would tell you that oh yeah you're a nice girl, but he's not the right guy, the usual stuff you've already heard time and time again. "Y/N." He says, his voice dropping a little, but you only chew on the inside of your cheek again, eyes moving towards the TV screen. You didn't want to talk- you just hoped he would now sigh and get up, leaving so you could forget about all of this. You could maybe fake being sick for the next week or so to avoid him, yeah, that would be enough time to gloss over this entire situation. But he only clicks his tongue, hands suddenly moving your legs as he moves your body to face him.

Looking at his face is your first mistake.

His eyes are dark and almost angry, irritated as he looks as you. His jaw is clenched, and his hands stay on your knees for a moment, before he's sure enough that he has your attention. Only then does he speak, his voice nowhere near as soft and light as it had been before. "I know what you're thinking, and I don't like it." He says, and that's when you make your second mistake.

"Can we not right now? You don't know shit." You say, and he stares you down for a moment, until his head tilts a slight bit, eyes growing predatory as the corners of his lips tilt upwards. It resembles a small smile, yes, but it's not meant to be one. No, the first thing you have to think about is a wolf snarling at you, ready to put his packmate into their place for acting out.

It makes your spine tingle.

"Hm, maybe, but we can be classy about it, no?" He asks, and you scoff, trying to move your legs away from him, as he scans you.

At this point, he can see clearly that you're testing him.

So he gets up promptly, moving you around so you're standing in front of him. His inked hand finds your hair, gripping without mercy as he pulls your head back, your gaze now forced to stay on his as he calmly speaks. "You think I'm not into you like that- and you're as wrong as you could ever get." He says, biting his tongue as to not let a petname slip. He'd love to use them, but he knows that it's not yet time. That would be foul play, in a way; he doesn't want to seduce you.

He wants to make you understand.

"Trust me when I say I'd love to just throw you over my legs to spank that attitude out of you right now." He explains, and you whine- not in pain, but simply as a reaction to his confession. "But you don't know what you're getting yourself into." He continues, and pulls a bit to interrupt your next words. You know that you can get free any second you want to- but for some reason, there's no urge to do so. "You think of this as some game to play, you think of yourself as someone who can take all of it at once, but you don't even get the simplest and most important things about this entire thing." You swallow, as you stay still, finally giving up your fight as he relaxes the grip he still has on you. "Even now, it's not me controlling this situation. Its you." He says, letting go of you as his hands rest on your cheeks, eyes searching for any clues of discomfort. Only when he finds none, does he continue. "I will only ever have as much control over you as you're willing to give to me." He smiles again, this time, warm and comforting. "If you're really willing to do this, we will do this right. You'll have to trust me first, and I'll have to get to know you fully first, before anything else happens. Understood?" He asks.

And you nod.

"Do you know what you just agreed to?" He chuckles, and, shyly, you shake your head.

"See?" He grins, breaking skincontact with you. "You're not ready yet."

His brows furrow when he sees you sitting on the counter, Taehyung talking to you. "What're you doing here?" He asks, and you pout, as Taehyung moves away, not wanting to get involved into anything this time. "Stop that face. We talked about this last week, why're you here now?" He asks, and you tilt your head innocently.

"Maybe I'm here for Yoongi?" You say, and his eyes grow darker for a second, before he composes himself.

"Good try, but he's still off work." He states, and you deflate a bit.

"I just.. wanted to see, I guess." You say, and he smiles a bit impishly.

"Oh? I mean, I have a scene in twenty minutes.." He asks, and internally, you cringe. No, you don't want to see him screw or even touch another woman in the ways you secretly want him to touch you instead. No, you're technically here to maybe talk him into show you at least a little bit. But it doesn't seem like he'll cave in anytime soon, so you sigh out.

"Okay, okay, I'll see you around, I guess." You say, hopping down from the counter before you take a step towards the exit.

"Ah well, I'll drive you home then." He states, and you grow confused as he leans against the counter. "Seeing as my scheduled appointment wants to leave, I have time off." He states, and you skin tingles. "Come on now, before I change my mind." He states, as he walks you outside again, leading you towards his car.

"I didn't mean to turn up so.. I don't know. Sorry." You said, and he gets into the drivers seat, shaking his head.

"I can understand you, trust me." He says, as he starts the engine and drives off. "If you're okay with it, I'd like to get something from my apartment, and then drive to yours." He says, and you tilt your head.

"Why not to the studio, or your place?" You ask, and he nods.

"While those are places I feel comfortable, they're unfamiliar to you. It's best if we start in a place that's comforting and gives you a sense of security." He states, and you nod.

Jungkook, in your eyes, never really seemed as mature as he's acting in those moments. It's as if he switches every time you two change topics; any time this particular one comes up, his mood changing into a serious one. Now, you're not stupid, you know the risks- and of course you had somewhat done your research online about the damages that could occur during all of this. And there's also the not too little chance it really isn't something for you after all- and in a way, that scares you. Because you want jungkook, but what if you don't want.. this?

Instead of voicing that out, you simply keep quiet as he gets out the car, and inside again after fetching what looks like an overnight bag. "You're staying over?" You ask, and he simply throws it on to the backseat.

"Maybe. We'll see." He says, and you don't question him as he drives. "Let's get something to eat. What're you craving?" He asks, as he keeps his attention on the road. He notices how you seem to think, already able to practically see the gears turning inside your head. "Don't think about what I could want. I asked what you want." He says, calmly, and so soft, that you simply let your words out.

"Tae usually get's me food.." You start, and Jungkook nods, as if understanding. You watch him smile a little.

"Let's get some junk food and eat it in the car." He simply states, and you nod, happy that he seemingly really did get what you were trying to say. For you, things like these were almost like rituals- like you and tae getting random icecream just to hurry home every time to not have it melt.

Maybe this would become a memory only for you and Jungkook.

"You're nervous." Jungkook says, speaking out what's obvious. You don't know what he'll do, you're confused whats in his bag- you're nervous, just like he said. "Why is that?" He asks, casually sitting on your bed with you. He had earlier told you not to panic-clean it; he was not there to be impressed. He was simply a visitor for now, nothing more, nothing less. You shrugged. There were a lot of reasons you were nervous. "If you want this to work, I need to have proper communication with you. Guessing will get me nowhere." He says, but his voice is not upset. He's simply informing you.

"I.. don't know what you'll do?" You say, and He smiles, sitting more comfortably, as he shows you his open hands.

"I'm not gonna do anything for the moment." He tells you, and you shrug.

"But wasn't that the plan?" You ask him.

"What would you want me to do then?" He asks instead, not answering your question. He's testing you, he want's to know if you really are aware of everything. He's also not only asking you about what you want him to do to you- but with you, as well. He was unsure if you wanted to romantically involve yourself with him, or simply explore something new at his side.

He's afraid he'd be okay with either, just because its you.

"Are you going to tie me up?" You ask, and Jungkook grins, before he laughs. You're growing shy, unsure, and he instantly makes sure you know he's simply laughing about what you said, not about you. His hand holds yours- and it's weirdly reassuring.

"No, although I can imagine you looking very pretty in that position." He says. "No, come here." He says, lays down on the bed, and you stay where you are, with reasonable distance between you two. "I want you to come as close to me as you feel comfortable. Don't force it- take your time. I'm not expecting anything, please remember that." He tells you calmly, not looking at you to give you mental distance from him as well. His eyes are actually closed, his body relaxed.

You don't move for a moment. You want to test how long he can really play this patient role- but after around five or ten minutes, he's still not moving. He's not even saying anything, and you're unsure if he's asleep or not.

There's only one way to find out.

You carefully lay down a little away from him, on your side, simply looking at him. It's weird to see him like that; you've always imagined him to be a very dominant and demanding person, from what you've heard and seen of him. But Jungkook doesn't feel like any of the guys you've been with; he also doesn't feel like Taehyung, or Yoongi, or Hoseok.. Jungkook, weirdly enough, feels comfortable. He's relaxed, and laid back, and still has that slight glint of power over you.

You move closer, your curiosity getting the best of you as scenes and pictures of him holding you fill your head. Is he even a cuddler? You can't imagine him being all soft and sweet for gestures like that, but then again, you didn't really think you'd ever be in a situation like this either. Maybe you were judging a book by its cover.

He smells nice- that's one of the first things you notice once you get closer. One of his arms is stretched out to the side- his tattooes visible, but partially hidden by his sweater sleeve. You want to look at them, so you test the waters- by touching his arm, just a small poke with your finger. You can see the corners of his lips twitch; he's definitely awake. You move his arm a little, inside facing you as you get a detailed look at his artworks. They're detailed, they fit him, the dark Ink a stark contrast to his skin.

His sweater seems soft.

You slowly lay down again, your head resting on his biceps as you simply lay for a moment.

This is nice.

You feel more and more bold with every minute that passes, not even minding the way he sometimes moves around. You're growing at ease, so much so, that you simply throw all hesitation out of the window, and cuddle up to him. one of your hands is on his chest, while your head rests ontop of the inside of his shoulder.

This is really nice.

"Are you falling asleep?" He asks, voice not loud at all, as his arm moves, palm resting on your forearm as he holds you. You don't mind it- you feel relaxed enough to really actually do fall asleep- so you nod. "That's good." He tells you.

"But didn't you bring stuff to try?" you ask, and Jungkook nods.

"We got time. A small nap is always a good idea." He tells you, and you simply nod- making him smile.

He's glad.

Because by falling asleep on him like that, you don't even know how much you've complimented him at all. You're relaxed enough around him, comfortable enough to let him close to you in a vulnerable state such as sleep. It makes him wonder how far you'd let him go- would you let anyone get so close so quickly? A sudden rush of protectiveness curses through his body, fills him up, as he swears he can't let you go now. No, what if someone else gets you like this? What if someone takes advantage of your open mind like that? He doesn't even want to imagine.

Jungkook really has it bad.

You slowly wake up to a bit of weight on your face. "jungkook what're you doing?" you giggle, and he chuckles as well as he takes the hand away from over your eyes. He looks well rested, with his eyes still not fully open.

"Nothing." He says. "Just teasing." He says, but of course, nothing he does is just random teasing. Everything he does is calculated- it's to test you, to study you, to make sure he gets to know you. "Are you hungry?" He asks instead.

"Not for food."

He has to let that process for a moment, until he laughs. He's really got it with you, he thinks, as he suddenly moves, eyes dark, while he's now ontop of you, his hands holding your wrists. Expecting you to look surprised, he finds none of that however. It intrigues him, the way you don't seem to be nervous or fearful at all. It makes him wonder what you'd really do to him if he was to advance in ways he wanted to. "Careful, sweetheart." He says, and your eyes sparkle with a silent challenge.

"Or what?"

His grip gets a bit tighter at that, eyes a bit darker. "Someone's eager." He says lowly. "Don't you think you're biting off more than you can chew right now?" He asks, before he clicks his tongue, slowly falling into his own headspace. He knows however not to let himself slip. "Give me a random word." He asks, demands, and you say whatever finds your mind in that moment.

"Bunny." You say.

He raises his eyebrow for a second, but doesn't question it. "I want you to say that, loud and clear, as soon as you feel uncomfortable." He lectures you seriously. "It doesn't matter what it is. Physically, or mentally, or if you simply don't want me to continue because. I need you to tell me that you will say it." His gaze is intense, and you nod. "I promise you; I'll never get mad, or upset, or angry, or disappointed with you. My ego isn't worth your safety." He humms out at the end, and your eyes soften.

He notices it instantly, and it affects him more than he'd like to admit.

"I promise I'll say it if I need to." You tell him, and he grows comfortable again.

"Can I touch you?" He asks, softly, and you nod, before verbally answering him with a yes. "Remember; I'll only ever have as much power and control over you as you will give me." He mumbles, head now dipped down to ghost his lips over the skin of your neck. "But once you give it to me-" He says, his knee situating itself in between your legs to spread them in a silent command. "-I won't give it back." He growls, before he bites down, releasing the skin after hearing your delicate mewl, kissing the spot as if to apologize.

He's not sorry.

"Let me ask you.." He says, feeling you rut against his leg that's pressed against your center. "what do you really want from me?" He asks, and you open your eyes, movements slowly coming to a halt as you notice the way he looks at you.

He almost looks uncertain.

"I.." You want him. You know that- you want all of his bad habits and weird quirks. You want to get to know him and everything that comes with it. Hell, he was the main reason you even got into the entire scene in the first place. "You." You say, deciding its best to practice honesty.

"Me?" He asks, genuinely a little confused.

You nod. "Yeah. You." You say. It's a little weird, the whole situation, but you don't mind it. Your hands slowly slip out of his grasp, before they instead intertwine their fingers with his. He feels weirdly caught off guard by the gesture- his past encounters and relationships never having included things like these. So much so, that Jungkook genuinely believed those things to be simple movie-gestures. Overdone, and not realistic. "Like uhm.. if you want to. If you just want to, you know, I.. guess I'd be okay with that too-" You say, looking away, as Jungkook answers.

"I want you too." He answers, eyes searching yours for any glimmer of dishonesty. But he doesn't find it- there is none. There's just you. "I really want you too." He murmurs out, getting closer, before he lets himself loose, his lips finding yours.

He's never been a fan of kissing, but he can very much already imagine kissing you for hours.

Its not just you letting go in that moment, its him too.

Because unbeknownst to you, he's not just opening you a door to his world of unspoken fantasies-

He's also opening his heart as well.

Your first time together is slow and comfortable.

It happens just a day after you had both decided to pursue an actual relationship with one another. He's gentle, careful, but not hesitant. He's exploring.

Inside of his head, he notes down every noise and every twitch of muscle. You sigh as he eats you out, the small ponytail of his unable to hold onto all of his hair as his eyes are partially hidden behind the blonde strands. He's watching you, his fingers having already stretched you out, but then he sits up. You whine, with him having stolen your release for a second time. "Let's play a little, yeah?" He says with an amused yet calm tone. You're already unable to do much about your position; your wrists bound to your bed over your head, carefully tied knots comfortable against your skin, as long as you don't pull. "Legs open." He calls out as you try and close them, and you whine again; testing his patience as you still go ahead and disobey his command. He watches, moves forward, before he pulls them apart again. "You want to cum, no?" He asks, and you nod, frustratedly so. "I wonder what made you think you've earned that reward from me." He tells you, eyes scanning your form as you pull on your restraints a little. He's not fully into his own headspace yet- he's still very much on high alert to notice any signs of discomfort coming from you.

He has to learn just as much as you do.

"You're lucky you're so sweet." He says, before he crawls closer again, his hand on your center, as he enters you with two fingers. Its not enough, but then his thumb draws circles on your clit- and you're approaching, quickly. "Hm? Won't you cum?" And then you say it.

"Can I?"

It's so desperate, so needy, so submissive, that it sends a chill down his spine. He moves closer, kisses your neck, as he can't help but let the rush of it get to him. He is, after all, just as desperate for release. No matter if its his, or yours.

"Such a good girl, of course you can." He tells you. "What a sweet one, such good manners.." He teases playfully, and you tug at your restraints as you come undone under his hands. He unties your wrists and you're holding onto him as soon as you're free, and he lets you hold onto him in your post orgasmic bliss.

Its after a moment that you realize it.

"Wait-" You say, sitting up to look at him. "You- I mean, you didn't get to-" You start, but Jungkook waves it off.

"Its fine, really." He tells you, and you know he's serious. "I'll just wait until it goes down, or take care of it in your bathroom if thats okay with you." He says, patting the side next to him to lay down on. "Come here." He asks, and you comply, before you speak again.

"You.." You start, not looking at him. "Could just take care of it here." You say. "Or I could.." you start, and he looks at you.

"Do you want that, or do you only feel like you have to?" He asks, and you shrug. You take some time, before you answer.

You've seen most of Jungkook until now. From his strong arms, his back, his inked skin, to his thighs and legs. You have seen all- but that. And you've never really considered giving anything back in that way to anyone because of one single embarrassing moment- but with Jungkook, for some reason, you wanted to try.

"I want to." You say, and he nods. "But I don't know how.." You say, and he smiles reassuringly.

"I'll guide you." He tells you, before he scans your face. He's never really felt that desired- at least not in the way he does in that moment with you. "You can take it out for starters." He says, and you nod, before you hesitate a little.

Jungkook is nice, when it comes to that. He's patient, always lets you do the pacing for now, until you trust him enough. This is only the start, after all. You stay cuddled up to his side, but your hand ventures towards his sweats, where you can see his prominent erection still waiting. Slowly, you push the fabric down, both his sweats and boxers underneath- his hips lifting a bit to make it easier for you, until he's freed from his clothes.

You've never really thought much about looks when it came to that department, but Jungkook was, in each and every way, highly attractive. Now you knew, that there was literally nothing about him you didn't desire.

Your first touches are a little hesitant, testing the waters, and Jungkook tries not to react too much to it to give you time. Its when you start to move your hand however, that he closes his eyes, head now completely resting on the pillows beneath as he just decides to enjoy what you might give him. His hips twitch upwards a little after you'd run your thumb over the head, precum glistening while your hand uses it as lubricant to move more smoothly.

He sighs out.

And you grow bold at that, moving to sit up and escape out of his embrace, before you dip down to feed your curiosity. As your tongue touches his skin, his muscles contract, the action not expected since he didn't look what you were doing. You've been told once before that you're not.. the best at this- but Jungkook made you want to try. If you would've looked, you would've spotted the intense stare that Jungkook had been sending your way; mesmerized by the way you tucked your hair behind your ear oh so sweetly, before you let a drop of saliva escape from between your lips, taking him in soon after it had dropped onto his awaiting length.

You really were something else.

He'd gotten head time and time before, and it was never something he didn't like- but he'd also rarely ever cared that much emotionally about the person giving it to him. It's weird, how an emotional connection can make you so much more sensitive to things- such as in that moment, as your tongue moved over his skin while inside your warm mouth, lips heavenly on his cock.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to be inside you.

There's nothing he could teach you, nothing he could tell you to do, as you moved, sucked and licked. He was breathing heavily already, his hand finding yours as you hold onto it. He sits up, can't help it, has to somehow touch you while you're not letting go of your task. His palm escapes your hand, rests on your head instead, runs through your hair before it grips a little. You moan, vibrations making him throw his head back as he groans out, feeling his end coming closer. "If you don't want to swallow, let go." He grits out, but you suck harder instead, and its when your hand finds his balls that he lets himself fall back onto the mattress beneath, shooting his load into your mouth as you swallow it down.

He's on cloud nine.

You're thoughtful enough to pull his underwear and pants back up, laying on your stomach next to him, waiting, watching, with impish eyes. He looks so radiant, so relaxed, so at ease. It fills you with a weird sense of pride; since in a way, its your doing. "Why did you tell me you don't know how to do that." He comments, rather than asks, slowly calming his breathing back down. His eyes open, hand pushing some hair out of your face. "Thank you. That was amazing." He says, and you shrug.

"Thanks for the compliment." You say, looking at him.

"I have a request." He says, and you nod. "Not like that." He teases, making you blush. "No, but seriously." Jungkook knows that you've been with other people before. It scares him to know that some of your experiences might not have been good- he knows some absolute horror stories Taehyung had told him. "I want you to take all that you've experienced with your former partners.. all those moments, emotions, bad memories, all of it." He tells you, hand now resting on your cheek- a gesture in which you lean into. "And throw them away. Forget them." He tells you.

"This is a new start, for both of us."

"How many clients have you been with?" You ask, casually sitting on the kitchen counter as Jungkook washes the dishes. Its your first night in his apartment, and you're more comfortable than you thought you'd be.

"None." He tells you, and you're ready to snort out a laugh, but he doesn't look at all like he's joking. Seeing your confusion, he continues while scrubbing a plate. "None of us actually have sex with our clients. Some only come to talk, really- others come to let go." He explains, and you nod. "I've never touched, nor been with someone intimately during a scene." He tells you.

"So you had scenes with your partners then?" You ask, and he shrugs.

"In the beginning, yeah." He admits, shrugging. "But I eventually gave up on it. It's not something a lot of people find very appealing. It all looks great in theory, but when practiced, most find its not for them." Draining the sink, he dries his hands on the dish towel, before putting it in its proper place.

"Could you.. imagine a relationship without it?" You ask, and he sighs, shaking his head.

"Not really." He looks at you after a moment. "Its who I am, and its how I love. I can't change that." He tells you, and you nod. Its understandable really, and you like that he has clear lines he likes to follow. It's weirdly comforting to know that he has his life so under control- its all you've ever wanted really.

It's something Jungkook might be able to give you.

It was weird, the feeling of the rope against your skin. He’d been right about it earlier; it wasn’t rough or itchy at all. But maybe that was just because it was him doing it. Maybe he was simply fogging up your senses.

It would make sense.

“Okay?” He humms out, voice gentle and calm while he stops his hands for a moment, palm on your shoulder where it warms up your skin. You’re unsure what okay really means- okay like, he’s finished? Or is he asking if you’re okay? Or is he asking for permission? “Speak to me- don’t just think.” He says, eyes watching you in such a manner that made your slightly trembling body calm down.

“I’m not sure what- what you mean by, okay.” You say, and he smiles, eyes roaming over your body for a moment, but surprisingly not in a way that would make you feel exposed. You’re almost naked, after all- only your most private parts hidden from his sight. You can see the very evident tent in his pants; but he doesn’t seem like he’s frustrated or fazed about it.

“Good Job telling me.” He says first and foremost, and you start to feel warm inside. “I was asking if you were okay. Do you remember your colors?” He asks, and you nod, before verbally answering him with a ‘yes’. He nods again, a hand running over your head, fingers running through your hair affectionately. “Good. I’ll finish the last knots now- remember you can stop at any time. Don’t hesitate.” He says, and you nod.

He grabs the rope again; the tiny fact that he’d chosen one in your favorite color making you feel.. well, you didn’t know. You could feel your nose sting, before it shot into your eyes, making them water; something that Jungkook immediately noticed. “Color?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“Green, Green, I’m okay-“ you say, but you can’t stop the tears. He’s quick to sit down in front of you after tying the last knot- and it’s the first time you quietly look at them. They’re so delicate, so well done, but there’s no time to dwell on it as he lifts you chin gently.

“Talk to me.” He says, hands on your shoulders to give you some sense of stability. You’re safe, you don’t feel bad, but just..

“I don’t know. There’s so much-“ you begin, and he softly smiles, as if you’re not currently completely bound with no chance of proper movement. You take a deep breath, holding it before you release again, silently following the advices he’d given you prior. “Why do I feel so.. comfortable? I feel safe even though I’m in such a dangerous situation- I’m.. this is weird isn’t it, I should be.. I don’t know. Why’re you not doing anything? Wasn’t this supposed to be like, a sex session or something I don’t get it-“ you babble, and he lets you, before he speaks.

“You still don’t quite get it, do you?” He asks, and your glistening eyes stare up at him. “I don’t need something as simple as sex to feel satisfied.” He explains, and you nod, even though you don't quite understand. "I feel euphoric right now, even though you probably won't quite believe me." He says, his smile evident as his fingers trace the knots on your skin. It's there that you see it; the glimmer in his eyes, something you've never seen before with someone else. "The fact that you let me do this, it's all I need." He humms out. He looks at you, a silent question, and you take a deep breath.

You don't quite know what you're doing. Its weird- but seeing him like that makes you feel weightless. It happens slowly, you don't quite grasp what it is, but the feeling is nice. It's like letting go- like standing on the highest platform of the universe and just jumping down. And when you open your eyes, all you see is him.

He can't take his eyes off of you.

He's seen it often enough to spot it, knows what it looks like, but it still holds such a deep meaning to him to see you fall into your subspace for the very first time. You're so beautiful like that, so ethereal and enchanting as you lean forward to get closer to him. He's careful you dont accidentally hurt yourself with the big scissors on the bed close by- emergency equipment to release you asap if needed.

He knows escape is the furthest thing on your mind right now.

Able to do anything he'd want with you, he's not like that however. He's responsible enough to let you float for a moment, before he speaks to you again. "Baby?" He asks, and you nod, nuzzling his shoulder as he holds you close. "You're doing so good. Can you do something for me baby?" He questions again, and you nod, not parting from him however before he talks again. "Can you sit straight for a moment? Just like that, good girl." He praises as you instantly follow his command. "I got you, okay? I got you, you're safe." He repeats, as he slowly unties your body. It's careful reassuring and slow movements that make it possible to untie you- too quickly could make you drop; a state of sudden shift in mental state, that could send you straight into distress. Jungkook doesn't ever want to be the cause of that for you.

You're underneath him, and he's careful, as he undresses after placing the scissors onto the bedside table where it cant lead to any accidents. He also reaches inside the table, pulling out a condom from a box safely stored, before he gets himself ready.

Not even for a second is his attention not on you however.

"Hands up baby." He commands, and you do as he wants, already squirming as he advances towards you, fingers stretching you out as you grow huffy at the prospect of being edged again. He's quick to catch on though. "Hm, I'm not gonna be mean baby." He tells your fuzzy mind. "But I gotta get you ready, no?" Fingers steadily helping you relax, he waits until he deems you ready.

You struggle to keep your hands up as he enters you, but your mind is adamant on keeping his command. He groans out, kisses your neck, as he slowly begins to move lazily. It's enough for pleasure- but not enough to make you cum. "Good fucking girl. Look at you. My baby." He chants, and something inside you stirs at the last words.

His Baby.

You're his.

He wants you.

It makes you whine as he chuckles, nipping at your skin. "You can touch me baby, good job." He says, and your hands are instantly around his neck. You're mumbling something, but its not words. It's not coming out the way you think it does, and Jungkook doesn't mind, doesn't care. Its another one of those things fueling him up, urging him on.

You're his perfect puzzle piece.

He lets go.

"Turn around princess." He says breathless, and you follow his instructions eagerly. His hand rests on the back of your neck for a moment, leaves its place for a second to move your hair away from your face, before he gently pushes down. He's inside in a heartbeat, this time thrusting with more strength.

Something overcomes him that hasn't happened before.

Usually, this position is what he loves most- and yet, it's not what he wants. He wants you, he wants you close, he cant touch you enough. His arms snake around your torso, just underneath the bottom of your breasts, as he pulls you towards him. Your back arches so prettily, and he gasps out, breathing heavy as he continues his attack on your neck. "You're mine." He growls out, can't keep it inside anymore, his grip on you tightening. "Mine." His thrusts stutter, his hand reaches for your center, desperate fingers helping you find your release. It coats your thighs, stains the bed, and he pushes himself as deep as he can once he finishes himself.

He's breathing heavily, he's out of his mind, running on autopilot as his hands still hold you. He pulls out after a moment, a whine from you getting reassured by his own voice, before he leaves the bed, getting a warm damp washcloth ready for you. He's careful, gentle, seems to caress your skin more than clean it, places kisses every now and then and sends praises your way.

"How do you feel?" He asks, voice low and caring as he continues his aftercare.

"Like you love me a lot." You sleepily say, eyes still foggy, and he smiles.

"Good." He tells you, reaching out to kiss your lips, still high on his own afterglow. "That's how you're always supposed to feel like."

"I've quit." He tells you one night on the couch, as you sit close to him. You'd asked him about his sidejob at Yoongi's- and this was his answer. Instantly, you sit up straight, fearing that he might've felt obligated because of you. "Before you start, yes, it was because of you." He says, and you already have the whine in your throat- but it doesn't make it out, as his fingers lazily trace your collarbone peaking out from his shirt you're wearing. "But it was also my decision. I just didn't enjoy it anymore- and you're more I could ever want really." He says, shrugging as you stare at him.

It was still new to you.

Although you knew that he was probably more than just a wild loverboy collecting partners and gaming all day, you never would've thought of him like this. He's a kid at heart still, teasing and playfighting every now and then- but he's mostly a strong shoulder to lean on for you. He really is the security and safety you'd always searched for. "What're you thinking about?" He asks, pulling you closer as he continues watching the TV show.

"You." You say, and he chuckles.

"Cute." He answers. He looks at you for a moment, TV long forgotten, before you crawl over his lap, shirt rising enough to give him free view of your thighs and panties. You've skipped the pants tonight- a habit of yours he enjoys a lot. His palms instantly find the soft skin, running along the outside of your thighs before they find your behind, squeezing, before he slaps it playfully. He grins as you squeal, admiring the way the very tips of your ears turn red. "You're really precious, you know that?" He tells you, and you shrug. "You are." He confirms, and you smile shyly.

"May I kiss you?" You ask, and he smiles warmly.

"We're not in a scene baby, do as you wish." He tells you, and you nod, leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. Its a feeling you can't quite get enough of, and it seems like he enjoys it equally as much. His inked hands find their way underneath your shirt, running over your back and spine as you shudder. He doesn't find what he seeks, your underwear long gone and left in the bedroom, and he loves it, instantly moves to your chest where he finds the soft flesh, his thumb running over one of your nipples teasingly. You're arching your back already, moving around as if you can't sit still. "My baby." He mumbles out, "If you can be so kind and get me a condom, you can ride me if you want to." He tells you, and you nod.

By now you easily know your way around his apartment.

So its no wonder you quickly return from your now shared bedroom, condom in hand as you approach him again, settling onto his lap. You're not shy with him nor his body anymore, eagerly taking the condom out of the package for him to roll it down onto his length. "You good?" He asks, and you nod, pulling your panties aside as you slowly sink down on him.

He lets his head rest back on the couch, and you lean into him, for a change returning the favor of kissing his neck. He's grinning, throughoutly enjoying things, and you love watching him. It's a visual reminder to yourself that this is your doing. You're making him feel that way, and no one else. It makes you confident, and it makes you feel cherished in ways you haven't felt before.

Once you start to move, Jungkooks hands help you along. Its slow and lazy, not at all hurried. There's no real goal; you probably wouldn't even mind not cumming at all. This was just being close- a way of feeling connected in the most intimate of ways. Connected like only lovers could be.

You love him.

And it slips out as a tiny 'I love you' in between your sighs and gasps, and he hears it so clearly, he can't help himself but speed up the pace.

"I love you too." He chants out, kissing the side of your head as you rest against his chest, head on his shoulder. "I love you so much." He says, almost inaudible, his arms holding you as close as he can.

Jeon Jungkook doesn't need sex to feel satisfied.

But he will most certainly need you for now and forever.

And he's totally fine with that.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. You know the drill. I know where you live. I don't. But still. Be scared. Boo.

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reminiscing (fans 2)

dreamwastaken x streamer!reader

genre: angst pronouns: they / them word count: 2.1k warning(s): failed relationship, cursing

fans (part 1)

synopsis: after taking 6 months off from social media, you finally explain to your fans why you took so long and why you needed it.

go live. *click*

you watched as your chat strolled in and viewer count go up. your computer screen illuminating your face in the dark room as your webcam caught the nervous look. you were shaking your leg up and down, a habit you caught whenever you tried to calm yourself down.

“hi everyone, it’s been a while since my last stream, huh?” you dryly chuckled. “it’s been about.. 6 months since i last streamed and at this point i think i’ve taken enough time to correctly word how i’m going to tell everyone why i decided to take a break from streaming.” you said looking down at the ground and fiddling with your fingers.

“uh, donation notifications will be off for this stream and chat will be on emotes only because i really just want to focus on getting this out. but if you plan on donating, thank you so much, really, it means the world to me.” you said finally looking at your webcam and smiling a bit. you read a chat and answer, “yes, i’m doing okay. i just have a big announcement i want to say after i tell you guys why i took a break.”

you took a deep breath in and started. “ over a year ago, almost 2, i met this guy through a friend and we started talking. it was very little at the beginning but as little as it was, his texts always made me smile.” you scratched the back of your neck. “and as time went on, we started talking more and more and he just became part of my daily routine. when i woke up i’d see a good morning text from him, we’d spend most of our day being on the phone with each other, i was even on facetime with him most of my streams but i had an airpod under my headset so you couldn’t really see it, i almost always fell asleep on facetime with him. i really fell for this guy.” you fondly smiled, looking at your desk, where your phone used to be propped up and you would see clays face just looking at you.

“then we started streaming together. ‘omg he’s a streamer too’ yeah, and a lot of you probably know who i’m talking about at this point but i still won’t disclose who it is. i uh, got a lot of messages from you guys telling me that i looked super happy that stream and i was. i was always happy when i talked to him. but along with those messages i also got a lot of hate, telling me to stay away from him. it didn’t really bother me because i always get hate when i stream with my guy friends; i was used to it.” you said, taking a sip from your water then wiping the side of your eye as it teared up.

“and today... i’ll be going on the dream smp! with the man himself, dream. dream, say hi now.” you introduced, you waited a few seconds but was only met with silence. you grabbed your phone and sent him a voice message, “clay! you’re on deafen! introduce yourself!” you screamed into your phone. dream then took himself off deafen and said. “hi (y/s/n)’s chat! i’m dream, i’ll be showing (y/n) around the smp today and we’re gonna get started on their house.” you smiled fondly when you heard him speak. “yeah! what dream said!”

so you both logged into the dream smp, said hi to sapnap, and dream gave you a tour. you then started building your house in a forest, quite far from everyone else, “i don’t want anyone bothering you or ruining your house when you’re not on.” he explained. you told dream you wanted to build a cottage so if anyone does end up stumbling upon it, it looks welcoming to them. so dream started building your house for you even though you insisted you do it together. “dream! let me help, this is supposed to be my house.” you dragged. “well we can both decorate inside and make it our house.” you started blushing. “i guess..” you mumbled. you then started adventuring out to look for flowers and some things to decorate the house with.

you started placing flowers down into flower pots when you noticed something. “dream there’s only one bedroom.” you mentioned. he slowly turned around to look at you and quickly turned back and placed two beds next to each other. “this is our room, dumbass.”

later that night you checked your twitter dms and saw many people telling you to stop talking to dream and that you weren’t good enough to even know him. you sighed and powered down your phone.

“i think a few weeks after that he asked me if i could fly out to him and we’d meet in person. i was so excited i immediately started packing and i met him. it was amazing! i got to meet the guy i’ve been in love with for the past few months. i think it may have been a year already. but yeah, i finally got to meet him and being in his arms was the best feeling in the world, i felt so safe being with him.”

“it was the day after that, when he asked me on a date and i, of course, said yes. like who would say no to the person they fell in love with... so we went on a date and at the end of it we were just sitting on top of the hood of the car, eating dinner, watching the sunset and talking about a future we wanted together. and it may seem like we were moving fast but i knew 7 months into talking to him that he felt the same way about me. no matter if either of us disclosed it. i could tell and i knew he knew the same about me. then i went home and everything was perfect, i wasn’t his girlfriend yet though because we wanted to wait a bit.”

“that’s when everything went downhill, i think” you looked up to try to stop the tears from going down your face, but they fell anyways so you just let it be.

“we started streaming more and more and i started getting more hate than i usually got, this time getting death threats, people threatening to leak my address if i didn’t stop being friends with him. it was crazy but i was willing to endure it all for him. who cares what people on the internet are going to say to me? i really didn’t because i was happy enough with him that, that happiness overcame whatever type of hate i was getting.” tears kept falling from your eyes but you didn’t bother to wipe it, knowing it would just keep happening.

“dude you’re so annoying! you definitely cheated!” you screamed as you died. through your headset you could hear clay wheezing. “there was no way i was cheating!” he said through his laughs. “ask my chat, they saw the whole thing.” you breathed out, not wanting to believe him till a dono was sent to you, “yeah, (y/n) you just suck at this game,” you gasped, your jaw hanging then you started pouting. it was clipped and one of your viewers sent it to dream. he suddenly started laughing harder and you asked him why he was laughing, with a pout still on your face. “even your chat knows i didn’t cheat!” you started laughing too, till you read a message in the chat saying, “ew, their laugh is ugly. i don’t know why dream likes them.” you stopped laughing but kept a fake smile on your face.

“then he called me and he told me that he didn’t think we should be dating anymore, or even be friends. and i think it was because he saw the hate i was getting and he didn’t like that. he told me a different reason as to why he didn’t think we should date anymore but i didn’t believe it, but i let him go. because i was not going to force him to be with me if he really did mean it. “ you said, sniffling after so you didn’t sound too congested as you spoke.

after you hung up, you curled into a ball and cried. you cried, and cried, and cried. the feeling in your chest hurting more than you could ever imagine. you just lost the guy you wanted to marry, the guy you had spent over a year going to because of your problems, the guys you saw having kids with, the guy that made everything worth it. he was the only person on your mind as the pain in your chest grew. you tweeted and powered your phone off straight after. you didn’t want anyone messaging you asking what was wrong, knowing your friends they would do that.

“so the reason i took a break from streaming was because of that. because i resented the people that sent me hate so much i couldn’t bring myself to stream. i didn’t resent them because they sent me hate. i resent them because the hate they sent me caused the guy i really wanted to be with to make me believe he didn’t love me like i love him.” now, you were sobbing, letting your cry’s out because you had been holding them in for too long.

it had been a few months and you were on snapchat, seeing that you had a memory a year ago today, you checked it. “i think i literally met my soulmate.” with a picture of you and clay in a discord call. your breath got caught in your throat and your breathing became labored. your eyes started stinging as the tears started falling. it’s happening again, all the pain from the day you stopped talking to him came back and once again, you were crying into your hands and you couldn’t stop.

“i had always known that becoming a streamer i would get hate, but i never thought that i would get enough hate to prevent a relationship i really wanted to work. now all i do is reminisce of a guy i wish could be mine”

“streaming has brought me so many opportunities and i am so grateful for everything you guys have done for me, and for me to be able to do something i love and make money from it is insane to me. you guys have given me everything i ever wanted in life up until that point and i am so grateful and appreciative of that. you guys gave me friendships that i will never lose and never forget. so many of you have told me that i’ve saved you and changed your lives but trust me when i say you guys have saved me and changed my life too. i hope i repaid you back by making you smile, being your comfort streamer, and being a support system for each of you. but i think this is my end of the road. i fucking love streaming, i love you guys. but every time i click that “go live” button or even try to, all i think about is him and that’s too painful for me right now. maybe in the future i’ll find my way back here but i can’t promise that.”

“thank you guys, so, so, so, so, much for every single opportunity given to me, for everything. i love you all. my dms are still open. and this was (y/s/n), signing off for possibly the last time. goodbye everyone.”

end stream. *click*

a tear rolling down his face and falling onto his keyboard as he watched you finally say goodbye to your stream. it all just felt like you were saying your last goodbye to him again.

for the last 6 months all clay could do was think about you and how he wished he just messaged you and told you he was sorry and didn’t mean what he said. that he misses you and he would quit streaming if that meant he could be with you. that all he wanted was to feel you in his arms again and just live out the future you two planned together.

but if you just said goodbye to your chat for your last stream because you couldn’t stand the thought of him whenever you tried to stream. how could you ever forgive him?

the thought of never speaking to you hit him once more and again, he cried, sobbed, screamed, threw things, and even then, he knew.. you would never be coming back to him, with every fiber in his being, wishing you would.

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