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Youâre getting messier each loop. Youâre impatient and this stuff doesnât have a convenient âpick up from this checkpointâ, doesnât have a âskip through read textâ. Every life spared, every breakthrough in speech, every triumph is reset more easily than it was achieved. And theyâre all becoming less frequent anyhow. To be honest, itâs starting to blur together. - Ritsuka is stuck in a time loop.
#fgo#lb6 spoilers#castoria#oberon#ritsuka fujimaru#fujimaru ritsuka#oberon vortigern#artoria caster#fate grand order#collapses. chapter 2 is finally out yay!! ^_^#hope everyone enjoys! yippee!!!
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they have GOT to release more unsleeping city merch btw im so . im so in need im SO in need dude come on.
#anyway the fact that the its gorgug keep going crewneck is in stock rn is a goddamn miracle#esp when most of the other fantasy high merch isnt#BUT LIKE DUDE#there's like. what there're two tshirts? for tus?#and like. i think outside clothes they had the vox pins and the mr march calendar poster that im NOT BUYING .#though i guess they did get 2 plushies which is cool. the thing is thats not like#idk#i cant wear those . out LMAO and also i feel kind of worse spending 35 dollars on a plush that'll kinda just sit in my room#as opposed to spending 35-45 dollars on a sweatshirt that i can wear around sometimes and go Yay :) i get to wear this td :)#whatever i miss the unsleeping city so bad#pleeease next intrepid heros season PLEASSEEE .#i guess. hm i mean i dont know#i finally finished chapter 2 a couple weeks ago and i do understand if theyd rather just like. leave it?#like it doesnt feel like it NEEDS to be continued. but like man#i miss pete i miss kingston . i MISS KUGRASH but that freak's never coming back.#tus chapter 1 is still maybe my favorite season of d20 ever. :(
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several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold
#Seven.txt#writing stuff#thinking of that post thatâs like âu Have To make art or all the ideas stay stuck in ur brain and make u sickâ bc yeah thats been the vibe#wish i wasnât so all or nothing about it tho. but alas. iâm that way with everything in my life#i either expect 10k in a day from myself or i donât write at all for weeks. or months :)#and my average pace is about 500 words per hour. so u can see. how that might be a problem. given how many hours are in a day.#and thatâs obviously not sustainable. but idk if itâs adhd or what but itâs So hard to quickly start and stop tasks just Whenever#i struggle to be one of those ppl that can consistently write like. 500 words a day every day and then wow! soon you have a whole novel#nah. once i get myself in the Zone then iâm Goinâ and i canât stop until iâm Done or i collapse from ignoring my bodyâs needs lmao#itâs something i should make an effort to do though bc iâd love to be consistently chipping away at things instead of working in bursts#anyways this is a lotta negative self-commentary for what is actually a Positive post! bc yay!! i wrote a thing!! Two things actually!!! đ#i got the follow-up to last yearâs Matt oneshot done And i wrote the next chapter of Heaven in Hiding after uh. a year and some months#i wanted to blow the dust off the olâ keyboard by starting with writing some less. uh. high-stakes(?) stuff#not that i didnât put my all into writing them. i always do. just that ik theyâll have less of an audience so ill cringe less if they suck#so then i can hopefully do justice to the [N]MbD stuff that iâll be putting out next! ehehe *rubbing my hands together* Finally#the next two [N]MbD fics r already written but the first little one needs a final edit#and then the Big one for. uh. someone (u kno who u r) needs a bit of rewriting i think. i wanna make it Better#so release schedule will be 1. Matt âą 2. HiH Ch.3 âą 3. [N]MbD small fic âą 4. [N]MbD Big fic#then iâm gonna write a lil Boothill comfort oneshot. then iâll edit/maybe rewrite and post that Dew (Ghost) OCD comfort oneshot#i âalso wanna keep writing the last couple chapters of HiH before i unintentionally abandon it again#and after/amidst all that maybe iâll manage to get ES Ch.6 written and posted before the end of the year đ#anyways ik iâve made posts like this before. talking abt all these Plans of mine. and most of those things r Still stuck in the pipeline#so donât put too much stock into this plan. i could have another Bad couple of months and get None of it done#but god i sure fucking hope not. iâd really like to cling to my creativity. if for no other reason than that it makes me happy
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another successful therapy
#i spent like 20.minutes talking abt Caitlin coughty and she was like Omg i will absolutely have to check her out... and next week im#gonna bring in my.copy.of will my cat eat my eyeballs connor lore knowers r aware this is the one i accidentally tore it was the first book#i ever checked out from my library and it tore you may recall.#n she gsve ME a book so i can go out n read in a park this weekend bc im nawt going to the library this weekend so i wanted 2 go to a park#but i dont have any Books rn so i couldnt read at the park so i wouldnt have anything 2 do While at the aforementioned park but she was#like oh i have some books here i think this one would be great a lot of the stuff might be helpful to you and yourental illnesses (she#didnt say the second part hut she specifically pointed to a chapter that was titled something like Stop living your life for others#enjoyment and was like This might be relevant to you. which eas funny#AND we made a pact bc both of us have been putting off finding a PCP so we r both going to try n get one by the time the week is out#anddd my third und final piece of therapy homework was to check out a video she recommended by the author of the book she gave me.. so yay#thank goodness i wrote it down somewhere bc ive already forgotten but its okie.
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chapter 2 ââ too easy, this game.
the spiderâs sense: a spidercaleb series.



â„ïž spider-man!caleb x fem!reader
synopsis. â calebâs life was perfectâuntil it wasnât. a radioactive spider bite turned him into linkonâs friendly neighborhood spider-man, the daily bugle started hunting for the man behind the mask, and to top it all off, he was forced to partner up with youâhis smart, competitive, and infuriatingly perfect classmate who threatened his spot as number one in the class rankings.
tags/warnings. â college/modern au, academic rivals to lovers, fluff, angst, eventual smut, gran isnât evil in this LOL, the canon event, college parties, alcohol consumption, cliches, depictions of serious crime, references to the spider-man comics and movies, mdni
chapter summary. â after youâre forced to check up on caleb, you realize that your methods of revenge can be sweeter and much more interesting than you had originally anticipated.
prev: pest control. â series masterlist. â next: pepper spray.
âRemember that fundraiser I was telling you about?â
You lift your gaze from the sidewalk, giving Tara a sideways glance. âYeah, I think so. What about it?â
âWell,â she sings, hugging her thick textbook tighter to her chest before nudging you with her elbow, âI was wondering if youâd like to help us out! Weâre always looking for more girls, you know. The sisters of Delta Gamma can only do so much.â
You suck your teeth, tilting your head as your eyes drift to the towering oak tree at the center of the great lawn. The campus had spent the past few days drowning under gray skies and spring showers, but today, the sun had finally broken through. Its warmth pressed against your skin, so bright you had to squint just to avoid being completely blinded.
You look back at Tara. âWhat day is it again?â
âNext Saturday,â she says with a shrug. â2 PM, in the parking lot between the Delta Gamma house and Lambda Chi Alphaâs.â A pause, as if she was already sensing your impending rejection. âPlease? Please!â
You hate when she does this. The puppy dog eyes. That hopeful little tilt of her head. The same look that had managed to drag you to one too many frat parties when you swore you wouldnât go. Saying no made you feel like some heartless villain stomping on an ant just for the fun of it, and for a moment, you almost caved entirely.
âIâll⊠think about it, but midterms areââ you start, but before you can finish, sheâs already beaming.
âYay!â Tara links her arm through yours, practically bouncing as you continue toward Grand Hall. âIâll text you all the details, âkay? I so owe you one.â
You press your lips into a thin smile, debating whether to remind her that you hadnât actually said yes. Instead, you settle for, âIf I end up making it, weâll call it even for you helping me study for chem.â
She grins. âGood luck on that, by the way. I know youâll do great!â
The two of you stop outside the building, and Tara leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially like sheâs about to tell you a scandalous secret.
âAnd remember, the electron cloud modelââ
ââis the area around an atomâs nucleus where electrons are most likely to be found,â you finish, unable to fight a smile. âI know, I know. You trained me well.â
You squeeze her arm before unhooking yourself and stepping into the lecture hall.
âIâll find you after class!â she calls after you.
Inside, the air is sharp with cold, and a shiver runs down your spine. The mood of the room seems different today, as if the oxygen you were all breathing in was thick with anxiety. Your seatmate, Yvonne, is already at her desk, supplies neatly arranged in front of her. You give her a silent smile before sitting down and doing the same.
Once again, you canât help but notice that the room is quietâeerily so. Everyone is either too tired to talk or too nervous to form a coherent sentence. Probably both.
As the exam begins, the only sounds filling the space are the rustling of paper and the scratch of pencils against scantrons. Youâre on question 21 when you realize youâve just marked âCâ four times in a row. A bead of cold sweat pricks at your temple, and you read over each question about a hundred times, praying that youâll catch your mistake. After all, that canât be right⊠can it? Your gut says yes. Your overthinking says absolutely not.
An hour later, relief ripples through the room as students zip up their backpacks and shuffle toward the front to turn in their scantrons. Youâre right behind them, ready to bolt for the doorâuntil Dr. Rappaccini calls your name.
Pausing mid-step, you turn back to face her, plastering on a polite smile that didnât quite reach your eyes. âYeah?â
She digs through her bag before pulling out a worn notebook, its cover littered with colorful tabs and sticky notes. Holding it out to you, she looks as if she couldnât care less about the transaction.
âI believe your lab partner left this in the laboratory last class.â
Your brows furrow as you take the heavy notebook into your hands, flipping it open with a frown. Lo and behold, there it wasââProperty of Caleb Xiaâ scribbled in that god-awful handwriting. Raising an eyebrow, you shake your head. âItâs his, yeah⊠but why are you giving it to me?â
âHe didnât show up for todayâs exam, and Iâve canceled class next Monday,â she explains, slinging her tote bag over her shoulder. âSince you work closely with him, I figured youâd see him before I do.â
Now that catches your attention. A sliverâno, a slapâof satisfaction rolls through you. So his sabotage in the lab had already come back to bite him? Karma was fast today. You couldnât be happier. But unfortunately, the thought of voluntarily interacting with Caleb makes your stomach churn, so you extend the notebook back to your professor without hesitation.
âI assure you, I donât care to see that man. Itâs probably best if you return it to him.â
She glances at her watch, and you can practically see the sweat break out on her forehead. âOh, I wish I had the time to. Iâm running late!â
Gathering her belongings, she makes a beeline for the door. Youâre quick to try and follow suit.
Her voice adds a swift, âAsk around! Iâm sure someone can help you track him down.â
âBut wait! I donât evenââ
The door slams behind Dr. Rappaccini, leaving you frozen in place with Calebâs stupid notebook clutched to your chest.
ââknow what building he lives in.â
You groan, dragging your feet toward the exit, already dreading the idea of having to track down that idiot. In fact, maybe you wonât.
â„ïž â„ïž â„ïž
âHey, what are you doing?â
Taraâs voice cuts through the air, startling you. The flicked lighter in your hand dies out before you can hold it to the bottom of Calebâs notebook long enough for the flames to catch.
âThe damn thing wonât light,â you huff, shaking your head in defeat. âDo you happen to know anyone on campus who has lighter fluid?â
Tara crouches beside you, watching with mild horror as you attemptâand failâto ignite the corner of the notebook again. âUh⊠no, not off the top of my head.â She pauses, tilting her head. âAnd just to be clear, youâre aware that youâre about to light your notebook on fire, right?â
You shrug. âItâs not mine.â
Her head snaps toward you so fast you worry about whiplash. âOkay, let me rephrase that. Youâre aware that youâre about to commit a felony, right?â
You flick the lighter again, giving her a puzzled look. âPlease, Tara, I donât care about felonies right now. This is war, and I need to take my revenge.â
âRevenge?â she echoes, her lips tugging downward like she hadnât considered that to be your motive. âOn the notebook or the owner?â
âOn Caleb fucking Xia,â you reply, punctuating each word with another flick of the lighter. Then, finally, a tiny flame flickers to life at the corner of the notebook. A wide grin spreads across your lips. âYay! I did it! Look, Iââ
Tara leans forward, blows out the flame, and snatches the lighter from your grasp. âAre you nuts? You canât just burn his chem notebook!â
You hum, twisting your lips to the side. âYouâre right. Iâd totally get caught. Maybe I should pawn it off to a frat guy? Make a quick buck. Theyâd probably pay good money for his notes.â
âWhat? No! You canât burn his notebook because that would mean stooping to his level!â
You reach for the lighter, but she stretches her arm out just far enough that you canât reach.
âTara! When they go low, we must go lower.â
âWhen they go low, we should be the bigger person,â she corrects, patting your head like a disobedient child. âHow did you even get it? You didnât steal it, did you?â
You sigh, shaking your head. âNo, I wish. Dr. Rappaccini gave it to me to return to him. Apparently, he left it in the lab.â
Tara tilts her head. âOh. He didnât show up for the exam? Thatâs⊠unlike him.â
Shrugging, you brush off the singed paper flakes from the bottom of the notebook. âI guess. Canât say I care, though. Itâs what he deserves.â
She scoffs. âGeez, this whole scandal has turned you heartless. The Caleb I know would rather eat glass than miss an exam, especially the first one of the semester. I hope heâs alright.â
âIn that case, maybe you should be the one to return it to him,â you suggest, holding it out. âYou seem to know where he lives, and you actually care if heâs alive. Thatâs already two steps in the right direction.â
Tara glances at her phone, then sucks on her teeth before flashing you a wry smile. âOh, shoot! I canât. I have my physics exam in four minutes.â Before you can argue, sheâs already bolting toward her class. âUh, I think heâs close with Zayne! The one from our bio class!â
You toss your hands up. âWhy the hell am I being sent on a manhunt?â Patting your pockets, you realize somethingâs missing. âHey! You took my lighter.â
âItâs for the better!â she calls over her shoulder.
â„ïž â„ïž â„ïž
After a deep dive through Canvas, a trip to Outlook to send Zayne a rather frantic email, and a very long walk across campus, you find yourself stalking through the halls of an unfamiliar dorm building.
Your eyes flick up from your phone every few steps, scanning the numbers on the doors to make sure you havenât somehow wandered into oblivion. Itâs been ten minutesâtoo long, in your opinionâand youâre beginning to feel like a headless zombie, doomed to wander these halls forever.
That is, until your eyes land on a familiar set of numbers.
Room 323.
Exhaling sharply, you raise your fist and knock three times against the door. The response is almost immediateâan audible thud, followed by an impressive string of curses.
Then, the door swings open, revealing a very panicked and very shirtless Caleb.
And you? Your brain short-circuits.Â
For a secondâjust oneâyou canât help it. Your gaze drops straight to his torso, where sharp lines of muscle carve into his biceps and abdomen like a damn Michelangelo sculpture. Youâre almost positive those werenât there yesterday. Scratch that. Youâre absolutely positive they werenât.Â
And you would have noticed. Youâre nothing if not boundlessly observant. After all, youâre just a girl. You would have noticed if your infuriating classmate had nice biceps that would have certainly softened the blow of his sudden betrayal in the lab yesterday.Â
Pretty privilege is alive and well, you canât help but think.Â
Caleb, looking equally flustered, yanks the door halfway shut, reducing the view to just his face. His chest still heaves from whatever chaos had preceded your arrival.
âI, uh⊠um.â He blinks, clearly rebooting his internal system. His brain fries, and of course the first thing he can do is lean his elbow against the door frame while not-so-obviously flexing his much larger bicep in the process. âSo⊠whatâs up?â
Dragging your gaze up to meet his with only minor difficulty, you hold up the slightly charred notebook in your hands. âYou left this in class. Rappaccini told me to bring it to you.â
Caleb reaches for it, and the moment his fingers graze the cover, his brows furrow. He flips it over, rubbing his thumb against the edge. A smudge of soot stains his hand.
âWhat⊠happened to it?â
You lift your shoulders, hands flying up in a gesture of pure innocence. âNo clue. Your guess is as good as mine.â
Before he can properly assess the obvious fire damage, you straighten your posture. If you beat him to it, thereâs a good chance that youâll be able to walk away from this entire ordeal scot free.Â
Just⊠be civil. You can do that much.
âAre you not going to say thank you? I literally had to email your roommate to find out where you live. It was a total inconvenience.â
Or not.
Caleb presses his lips into a thin line, tossing the notebook onto his desk before giving you a barely-there nod. âRight. Thanks.â
His clipped tone does nothing to soothe your irritation. Youâre actually starting to regret not letting the damn thing go up in flames. If it werenât for Tara and her obnoxious morality complex, you would have.
âYouâre welcome,â you say sweetly, pivoting to leave. But just before he can close the door, something crosses your mind. âOh! By the way, I wrote my number in the margin.â
Calebâs eyes widen. His grip on the door frame tightens. âWhat? For me?â
A beat of silence. Then, you burst into laughter, and the fact that he isnât laughing with you makes it ten times funnier. You have to physically wipe the tears from your eyes before you can speak again.
âOh, youâre serious?â you wheeze, still catching your breath. âGod, no. Itâs for Zayne.â
âFor⊠Zayne?â
You nod. âYup. I have biology with him.â
Caleb leans back slightly, like youâve just personally offended his ancestors. âAnd? You have chem with me.â
You flash him an expression that Caleb can only assume is the most passive-aggressive smile known to mankind. âMm-hmm. Well, maybe I want to get in kahoots with people who donât sabotage my lab reports.â
Ouch. Caleb rubs the back of his neck, swallowing hard. âAbout thatâŠâ
âSave it,â you hum, turning to leave. âJust be a doll and relay the message, yeah?â
But just before you step away, your eyes flicker to his chest againâthis time, with an exaggerated furrow of concern. âWait a sec⊠what the hell is that? You should really get that nasty mole checked out.â
Calebâs brows knit together. He instinctively glances downâ
And just as his chin tilts, your hand smacks against it, forcing it back up. Your laughter is louder this time. Almost cruel.
âToo easy, this game,â you taunt, shaking your head.
Youâre gone before he can do anything other than stand there, jaw slack, ears burning a shade of red that rivals a fire hydrant. How could you prank him with the easiest trick in the book? He rubs his chin, shaking his head in utter defeat as he nudges his door shut.Â
Yeah. He doesnât like you one bit.
Before he can dwell on that fact, his phone buzzes in his pocket.Â
xavier (pres of lambda chi alpha): i woke up late and missed physics. can U slide me the notes for the past week? i also slept through those days too⊠btw Ur still coming to the frat car wash next saturday right ?? we need U bro. U brought in so many new customersÂ
caleb: sure man :)
xavier (pres of lambda chi alpha): the goat
â„ïž â„ïž â„ïž
Sirens blare loud enough to wake you, their wailing cries bouncing off the buildings outside your window. The flashing of red and blue does little to ease your nervesâif anything, it invites the perfect storm of overthinking.
Your room is a mess. You havenât eaten a balanced meal in days. A biology project is due next week. But above all? Midterms are rapidly approaching.
Lately, most of your days are spent holed up on the second floor of the library, tucked away in your usual corner seat. From there, you can people-watch from above and soak in just enough sunlight to keep from feeling like life is draining from you with each word you scribble down or type up. But after a while, even the comfort of routine turns into a cage.
Itâs monotonous. Tiring. Far too predictable for your liking. If you donât see at least one interesting thing each dayâwhether itâs someone walking their adorable dog or a person wearing a sweater so blindingly neon it makes your eyes hurtâyou consider the day a waste. You still study, of course, but you need something of substance to fuel your brain. Something besides your bitter iced coffee, which barely manages to keep you conscious.
Maybe itâs the exhaustion of your second midterm season settling into your bones. Maybe itâs the weight of all your responsibilities pressing down on your shoulders. Whatever it is, it drives you to seek out a new place to study.
Is it 4 AM? Yes. Are the sirens especially loud tonight? Also yes. You canât sleep. Sue you.
It makes perfect sense why you find yourself trudging into your universityâs 24-hour cafĂ©, headphones snug over your ears and meal card already in hand. Fuzzy pajama pants and an oversized hoodie hang off your frame, but if the cashier doesnât care, neither do you. Youâd be damned if you didnât at least get your usual morning drink and a slice of banana bread to kickstart your day.
No more than an hour passes before the faint jingle of the entrance bell rings to life, prompting you to spare a glance over your shoulder, curiosity piqued.
Luck isnât on your side. Of course itâs Caleb.Â
And he looks⊠different. Not in the way he did a few days agoâno, he looks worn. Tired. A bruise blooms across his cheek, stark even in the cafĂ©âs dim lighting. You force yourself to look away before you can start ogling like a freak. Again.
But as he makes his way in your direction, you barely suppress a groan, turning back toward your laptop in a last-ditch effort to seem busy. It doesnât work. Not when you feel the weight of his beady little amethyst stare boring into the back of your head.Â
You sigh, forcing a cheery tone. âCan you maybe not stand next to me looking like a decaying corpse? Youâre going to attract flies.âÂ
Caleb shrugs, managing to pick an almond off your banana bread before you slap his hand away. âYouâre doing that on your own. Didnât you hear? This cafĂ© was infested with fruit flies last semester. Your perfume is basically a mating call for âem.â
You huff, tilting your head. âAw. Is that your way of saying I smell nice?âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Caleb crosses his arms over his chest. You notice a small cut on his bicep, but you do your best not to stare. You've done enough of that lately.Â
âNo,â he flatly says. âIâm just⊠stating my observation.âÂ
You turn back to your laptop, sliding your headphones over your ears. âWell, stop observing me.â
âPsh. Gladly.â
His actions are the first thing to betray his words, because he makes the executive decision to sit in the chair directly behind yours. He was sitting so damn close that you could feel the warmth of his skin through his hoodieâwhich you now notice is thrashed in a few places, as if he had taken scissors to the fabric and snipped away. It was odd, but you managed to look away as he shifted around to fish his own laptop out of his backpack.Â
Then, before you can finish typing the sentence youâd been working on before he walked in, he beats you to it. Obnoxiously so. His fingers slam against his keyboard with such force you briefly wonder if an elephant from the Linkon City Zoo has escaped and taken up tap dancing behind you.
Your teeth clench. âCan you stop typing so damn loud?âÂ
âOh, Iâm not the loud one here.âÂ
You glance over your shoulder, finding that he was already looking at you, âAnd that means what exactly?â
âIt means that I could probably hear your music if I was three miles away.â With his new heightened senses, that was hardly an exaggeration. He gave you an all-too-charming smile. âTurn it down a few levels, yeah? Thanks.âÂ
The lilt to his voice made you want to set him straight in more ways than one. âYou littleââ
âNew Magic Wand by Tyler, The Creator at 4 AM is crazy work, by the way.âÂ
âBoy, Iïżœïżœll show you crazyââ
Suddenly, a chipper voice rings through the air. Much to your surprise, it called out your name.
Tara strides in as if you all arenât up at the crack of dawn, looking incredibly enthusiastic about life, much like she always did. You wish you could inherit whatever will she has to live.
âHey!â she greets with a wave. She plops down beside you, turning around in her seat so that she could face both you and Caleb at the same time. âFunny seeing you guys here. Are you talking about the fundraiser?â
You blink. âHuh?â
âWhy would we be talking about the fundraiser?â he canât help but question.Â
âWell,â Tara sings, âmy girl here is going to be helping out Delta Gamma with the sorority wash! And youâre going to be helping out Lambda Chi Alpha again this year, right?âÂ
Caleb is almost positive that his heart has just dropped to his ass.Â
He looks between you and Tara. âWhat? She canât come.â
You let out a short, annoyed breath. âAnd why canât I?â
And he knows he sounds like a petulant child when he mutters, âItâs my thing.â
âAw,â you coo, tilting your head with a forced pout. âIs it your thing? Womp womp.âÂ
Caleb rolls his eyes, but you donât care to see it as you lean toward Tara, lowering your voice as if you were telling her top secret information. âWhy didnât you tell me he would be there?â
âBecause if I had, you would have totally refused,â she says matter-of-factly. âAnd we need you! We canât let the guys bring in more revenue than us this semester, they held it over our heads for, like⊠months last time! Plus, I need you to combat him. I swear, he brought in more customers than anyone ever has, itâs no wonder Xavier begged him to do it again.â
You blink. âAre you serious?âÂ
Tara nods.Â
You canât help but rub your chin. âIâm surprised anyone paid him for that.âÂ
Caleb glances between the two of you. âIâm sitting right here.â
You glance his way. âWe know.â
He lets out a harsh breath. âLook. If you donât want to see me there, donât come. Real easy fix.â
You tilt your head, raising a brow. âWhy do I have to be the one to cancel? Why canât you just skip it? You already had your fun last year playing chick magnet or⊠whatever.â
âI canât. I already made a commitment.â
âWell, so did I.â
âPerfect!â Tara beams, clasping her hands together. âIâll see you both there then. This is gonna be sooo much fun, guys! You can probably even get over the little feud you have going on, I swear, itâll beâŠâ
Caleb canât even hear the rest of whatever Tara was saying. His mind is too busy short-circuiting over this very dreadful realization.Â
Youâll be there.Â
In a bikini top.
Covered in soap suds.Â
Trying to pass him up yet again.Â
This was going to be a damn nightmare.
series masterlist. â next: pepper spray.
a/n consider liking, commenting, or rb if you enjoyed :) iâm sorry this update took so long </3 i got so swamped with my uni work and wasnât entirely satisfied with the chapter sooo i pushed it off.
i know that this is lowkey a slow start with really short chapters and there isnât much spider-man stuff going on rn but⊠trust me guys. just trust me.
also ofc thereâs a xavier cameo bc thatâs my man soooo i had to include him somehow, even if heâs just a sleepy frat boy
edit: if you donât know what a frat/sorority wash is just look them up on tiktok LMAO, itâs usually shirtless frat guys and sorority girls in bikini tops who wash cars to raise money for their foundations. itâs just a silly college tradition idk đ
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Scout visits his Ma after being missing for years !!
Once again spreading the word of amazing TF2 fanfics!!
The ~277K work, "Stolen Pieces" was finally finished by it's lovely author @milk-v3 (AKA AhChunta) after like 2 years of consistent updates yay!!

The AU is that Scout is a high-profile art thief, and Sniper is the agent tryin to catch him. Overall, all of the characters are just super well-built out, the plot is constantly twisting & turning, and some of the chapters made me cry đ
I would highly suggest giving it a read, especially if you like Speeding Bullet, Engiespy, and Heavymedic sprinkled in-between. This fic is right up there with Running Blind and GTTMs for međ
#tf2#ale13art#Please excuse the quality I have like 3 other projects going rn đ#tf2 sniper#team fortress 2#tf2 scout#digital art#speeding bullet#Spyma#?#tf2 spyma#TF2 comic#Ao3#tf2 fanfiction#fanfic fanart#fic art#fanfic art#tf2 au#team fortess 2#doodles#<33#THIER CLOTHES ARE SUPER INACCURATE TOO AHH but I wanted them to remain recognizable
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present day
if every day will be like this from now on, i'll look forward to every single one.
ok. Sits down. help meeee i tried using csp's comic tools for once (and also gradient maps + coloring w monochrome) to save time bUT I ENDED UP SPENDING THE USUAL AMT ANYWAY SO. . erm. WELL IT WAS FUN ANYWAYS
hiiiiiiiii i wrote this script 4 months ago nd finally did it (had this on the backburner for 20 million yrs bc i wanted to get out other angst bullshit first)
the parallels of goro's back (x3) on the first 2 pgs are kinda not 1:1 as i'd like but REGARDLESS i still like them. goro, who had utmost control over his life, running it like a machine, regardless of how he feels or if he's tired or if he wants to give up.......he was in control. knowing, of course, that his life is on the line at every waking moment, but since he was always on edge, always alert, he was still in control.
but now, surviving the long winter and coming out to the other side, he's lost that control AND that edge. now what is he left with? what is there left?
very speficially in the 2nd page.... i think its so <3 YAY <3 that goro, now, doesn't feel the need to take such spic-and-span clean-cut care of his appearance.., guy who rolls out of bed and throws on a shirt to go hangout w akira and sumire. he decides to tie up his hair and forgoes his gloves... feels more "comfortable" to change his apperance, to let down his guard a little. <- was the rough symbolism JKDSHKFS
sumire getting the choco croissant but letting goro have the first bite YEAHHHH WHATEVER
4th page symbolism is also rough i didnt think abt it too hard LMAO. 3rdsem goro watching his detective prince self leave. he knows acutely well that chapter of his life is over - whether he survives the long winter or dies in it. all that he knew - even though it was miserable and awful and frustrating and dangerous - is gone.
and now there's just this: the present day. whatever that means.
i think something important to me abt royal trio is just the idea of Learning To Just Exist: no need for a "purpose" or a "calling" or some overarching "goal". they just learn to exist.
and of course none of them really have a benchmark for "wow i like this i want to live like this" so they just roll with the punches, as they always have, but yknow. finally getting to live their honest student life as they always deserved
edit: and most importantly for goro, i think, is learning to cut himself some slack. "despite everything" he says, despite all the shit he's endured AND all the shit he's done, he feels like this is "right." whatever that means, he's ready to take it day by day to figure it out. AND THATS THE WHOLE THING Punches wall really hard
edit: I ALSO FORGOT. i think the sentiment of "being waited for" for goro means a lot. since he had to do everything by himself, fight for himself, decide everything for himself frm such a young age, the idea of akira and sumire waiting for him, inviting him out simply for him to be there -> is really meaningful to him, more than they could know.
edit AGAIN: also goro sleeping in means a lot to me. i imagine that guy has pretty terrible insomnia. ALSO HE HAS A BEDFRAME! i like the thought of his apartment being so /r/malelivingspaces throughout the game. he doesnât deserve a bedframe. BUT HE HAS ONE NOW!
goros expressions in the last page gve me a hard time. sparkly....
also im SO freaking sorry if his voice isnt too well-written... i had a crisis over the wording while draiwng htis so much DSKHASKDASJK AND THE PANELING AND WHATEVERRR IDEK WHAT IM DOINGGG but it was fun!!!! exploratory..... regardless i will keep workign to do him and royaltrio justice. THUMBSUP EMOJI.
#4am again no problem. chokes#goro akechi#sumire yoshizawa#akira kurusu#persona 5 royal#royal trio#shuakesumi#cele draws#long winter#<- technically but its also good w canonverse#cele comics
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killing me softly | 9
âż G E N R E âż she fell first, he fell harder; fluff with hints of angst; drama; no explicit smut
K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R EV I O U S | N E X T ->



âż P A I R I N G âż rafe cameron x fem!introverted!kook!reader
âż C O N T E N T W A R N I N G âż swearing, suggestive language, overthinking, sexual jokes/teasing, alcohol/drug mention, rafe being pushy/frustrated/unable to communicate his thoughts properly, tense back-and-forth bc of a verbal dispute (they solve it though so yay)
âż S Y N O P S Y S âż it's the last year of high school and you were paired up with rafe cameron for a 2 week long project in art class. this wouldn't be a problem if you weren't awkward as hell and well ... if there weren't your big fat crush on him. could this be the beginning of a friendship or maybe even more? one thing was certain: rafe cameron was intense, impulsive, and complex in ways that weren't always for the better, and your mind? that shit was even more tangled. but you hadn't spent all these years crushing on him from a distance just to let this chance slip through your fingers ... right?
âż S U M M A R Y O F R E C E N T E V E N T S âż after the confrontation with rafe at school, you told cara about everything over facetime. with the tension between you and rafe finally gone, even texting with him felt more comfortable. when you showed up at his place, sarah opened the door, eyeing you curiously before letting you know that rafe had been very insistent on getting her to leave. inside, he finally came downstairs, freshly showered, and you launched into another monologue, thanking him for not making a big deal out of your awkward behavior. despite being briefly flustered, rafe smoothly deflected it.
âż W O R D C O U N T âż 3.9k+
âż A / N âż i had sm fun writing this and i hope you guys will enjoy it as well hihihi. plus i'm always feeling excited with how the chapter ends bc i make shit up as i go LMAO. anyway, hope you will enjoy this as much as i did <33
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"You want some?" Rafe asked casually, not bothering to look up as he sliced a banana.
You were sitting on a mahogany stool at the spacious kitchen counter, hands clutching your bag on your lap while Rafe prepared his food across from you.
Judging by the ingredients, you assumed it was his post-workout mealâGreek yogurt (obviously the low-fat kind), oats, chia seeds, chopped fruit, and a hefty scoop of protein powder he had mixed in at the start.
Honestly, it looked pretty good, but you had already eaten dinner with your parents back at home. Plus, after the conversation youâd had just a few minutes ago, your appetite was pretty much nonexistent.
For the second time that day, you had launched into a long-winded monologue. Only this time, instead of a confession, you'd been expressing your gratitude for his nonchalance.
And his response? Mhm, of course, he had done exactly what you'd just acknowledged in your little speechâsmoothly deflected and shifted the dynamic right back in his favor.
Ugh, now he probably actually thinks that was some weird attempt at flirting. WHY AM I LIKE THIS?
But no, today you had decided not to spiral over stuff. And honestly, you'd been doing okay so farâuntil you'd opened your own damn mouth again.
So, trying to push down the wave of secondhand embarrassment, you forced a polite smile and shook your head. "Oh, no thanks, I already ate at home."
Rafe finally looked up, eyebrows raised as he met your eyes. "You actually not hungry, or is this just some polite etiquette bullshit?"
This guy and his directnessâŠ
"No, I really don't want anything," you replied awkwardly, glancing at his bowl for a split second. "But it looks good."
"So you do want some?"
You frowned. "No."
Rafe let out a short, amused breath before turning back to the cutting board. "Aight."
Lifting the board, he slid the banana slices into his bowl. And the way his arms flexed slightly as he did? Um⊠yeah. Something about the way he was just making his own food, casually slicing fruitâWHY WAS THAT WEIRDLY ATTRACTIVE?
You honestly had no idea where to look despite his arms and handsâhelp. Just sitting here watching him felt so weird anyway, you felt like some kind of creep.
And the silence creeping in again? He didnât seem to care, but for you, it created an uncomfortable tension.
Okay, say something. Anything.
"My mom wanted me to say hi to Ward," you said, and since you could already feel the confusion creeping onto his face, you quickly added with an awkward smile, "Because of the Grady-White. She hopes he's happy with his decision."
Rafe held your gaze for a moment, his expression neutral, before turning back to his food. "Yeah, I guess. He's been traveling a lot for work latelyâprobably hasnât even had time to take it out properly."
O-kay. Something about the way he said thatâkinda defensive like his dad was some untouchable figure or somethingâmade you pause. You werenât sure what to make of it, especially since just yesterday, heâd snapped at you for bringing up Wardâs whole former Pogue background.
And then, just as quickly, you felt bad for judging him. Losing his mom couldnât have been easyâof course, he clung to his dad. That was just human.
You nodded. "Oh, yeah, I get that. My mom barely has time for herself either, sheâs always running from one meeting to the next."
Shit, shitâwrong direction. Talking about your mom when his was, well⊠not around anymore? Yeah, not the best move.
Fuck. And sure enough, something in that must have struck a nerveâa barely visible crease on his foreheadâbut he just shrugged and pulled a spoon from a drawer. "Thatâs just part of the deal if you want to be successful."
...
You could tolerate the fact that he was a gym broâthat was honestly still kind of hot. Even the whole kissing-his-dadâs-ass thing, you could somewhat understand. But a potential finance bro/hustler/money-obsessed whatever?
Yeah. That actually gave you the ick.
Whatever, whatever. Nobody's perfect, right? Hahahahaha.
"Yeah, I guess," you said, your tone coming out drier than intended.
Rafe smirked. "What? You donât agree?"
Your cheeks warmed. Of course, you didnât, but getting into that debate right now? You werenât in the mood to annoy him againâespecially not in this setting.
You fidgeted with the strap of your bag on your lap. "I just think itâs important to have enough time to take breaks and enjoy life too, thatâs all."
Rafe let his spoon sink into his yogurt and huffed a small laughâamused or condescending, you couldnât quite tell. "With that mindset, you should probably look for a sugar daddy."
Again, you werenât sure if he was joking or actually judging you.
"Shouldnât be too hard to find one around here," you shot back, allowing yourself a smirk.
Rafeâs mouth tugged downward like he was trying to hold back a laugh. âYou sure that message for my dad actually came from your mom?â
What was heâOH FUCK.
This asshole.
And yeah, of course, your face turned red, but more than that, a half-shocked, half-amused chuckle escaped you. "That's insane."
âIs it?â Rafeâs smirk deepened, and his tone? Oh, he knew he was being a little shit.
You shook your head, brows furrowed, an incredulous smile on your lips. âNo, youâre right. Iâm actually just here to become your stepmother.â
âShit, no thanks,â Rafe scoffed, amused. âOne vulture in the family is enough.â
Wow. Rafe really had some complicated relationships with his relatives.
He probably had his reasons, you figured, so you just nodded. "Guess I came here for nothing then."
That, apparently, was enough to get a real chuckle out of him. He shrugged, that smug little grin still on his face. âA real gold digger would already be investing in the next generation of rich men, just sayingâ
DUUUUDE.
Normally, a comment like thatâprobably his idea of being slickâwould have turned you into a human tomato. But for some reason, his bullshit was so ridiculous, so absurdly over-the-top, that his almost-arrogant delivery just made you laugh.
And that? That pulled a real smile onto Rafeâs lips and poor guy didnât even realize why.
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You slipped your phone back into your bag just as Rafe returned with an A3 notepad and a purple pencil case.
He placed both in front of you on the dining table. "Wheezieâs desk is covered in a bunch of crap. This was the only stuff that looked remotely useful."
You had brought your iPad with you but you figured sketching and planning on big sheets of traditional paper made more sense, especially since the final product wouldnât be digital anyway. It also made the whole idea feel more tangible.
Rafe had thrown in a comment about how it didnât really matter as long as the "shit got drawn somehow," but he still went upstairs to get you what you asked for.
"This should work, thanks," you said, pulling the notepad closerâonly to quickly realize it wasnât just any notepad. It was Wheezieâs personal sketchbook.
You shook your head and met Rafeâs gaze as he dropped into the chair next to you. "This is her sketchbook."
"I can see that," Rafe noted, obviously.
"We canât use this."
Rafe raised an amused brow, like you were joking. "Of course, we can."
You frowned. "Sheâs got personal stuff in here. You donât just take someoneâs sketchbook."
"Then just skip over those pages."
Why wasnât he getting it? "Thatâs⊠no. Can you just grab a different one?"
Thatâs when it clicked for Rafe that you were actually serious, and now he was the one frowning in confusion. "Why? Paper is paper. Who cares?"
Bruh. "Thatâs not the point. I wouldnât want someone randomly flipping through my sketchbook either. Itâs⊠itâs just disrespectful."
Rafe scoffed like you were being ridiculous and rubbed his hand over his chin, annoyed. "Wheezie doesnât give a shit."
Okay, was he just refusing to get it, or did he genuinely not understand what you meant? Or⊠did he just want to win the argument?
"I do," you shot back, a queasy feeling settling in your stomach as his blue eyes locked onto you with sharp intensity. If you were a guy, he probably wouldâve decked you based on that look alone.
For a moment, he just stared at you, and you thought he was about to double down. But to your surprise, he let out an amused breath and pushed himself up. "Shiiit, right. You almost killed me yesterday when I touched your iPad."
Relieved that he had actually given inâdespite the lingering warmth on your cheeks from remembering that embarrassing momentâyou allowed yourself a resigned smile. "I told you, I thought you were going through my art gallery."
Rafe gripped the back of the chair, raising his brows smugly. "Although⊠on second thought, it kinda looked like you were trying to find an excuse to get close to me."
NO NO NO NO NO, WAS HE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!
Heat rushed to your face at full intensity as the scene replayed in your head. You had freaked out so badly that youâd practically thrown yourself at Rafe on Kelceâs couch, desperately trying to yank your iPad out of his handsâonly to realize he had just been looking at your project notes. And, because you had the absolute worst luck, your hand had accidentally brushed against his thigh as youâd awkwardly pulled away.
And, up until now, he hadn't said a word about it. So WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS?!
Sure, he was probably just messing with you again, clearly enjoying the reaction he could get out of you, but oh god, this was so... WHY.
"No, thatâoh my god, no⊠NO." You had no idea how to respond. "Just, no."
Rafe held your gaze, letting out an amused scoff. "Shit, okay." He grabbed Wheezieâs sketchbook, andâunless you were imagining thingsâyou could almost hear the slightest hint of something off in his joking tone. âOne ânoâ wouldâve been enough."
And with that, he turned away to get another sketchpad.
You ran both hands down your face, wishing you could just disappear. Why was every conversation, every interaction with Rafe so⊠intense?
On top of that, you never really knew how heâd respondâwhat topic shift, what comment, fuck no, what mood heâd hit you with next. It was deeply unsettling and, for someone like you, ridiculously hard to adjust to.
And even though, somehow, you felt comfortable around him, at the same time, you always felt so awkwardâlike you were walking a fine line. The thought that he might notice or figure out that you had a crush on him? UGGGHHH.
At this point, you were pretty sure he knew. Because todayâŠit felt like he was steering the conversation towardâtoward what exactly? It just felt different.
Fuck. And now youâd probably gone and pissed him off too.
And out of sheer fear of falling back into that painfully tense situation like yesterday at Kelceâs, you felt the urgent need to fix your reaction.
Rafe tossed a plain notebook onto the table as he came back. "This shitty-ass pad meet your royal standards, princess?"
And his tone? Definitely irritated. But about what exactly?
Uncertain, you glanced up at him, nervously playing with your fingers. Just ask. Communication is key, right? HAHAHAH.
"Did I say something wrong?", you carefully asked.
Rafe made a face, leaning a hand against the chair beside you. ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. "Like what?"
"I donât knowâŠ" Fuck. Of course, someone like him wouldnât take well to being called out. "The sketchbook thing. I didnât mean to make you mad."
"Mad?" Rafe pushed off the chair, letting out a short, amused chuckle, like what you said was completely ridiculous. He tapped a finger against his temple. "Your head tell you that?"
"No!" You furrowed your brows, painfully aware that, yes, it absolutely had. "I just⊠you seemed pissed."
Rafe nodded. "Yeah. Pissed. Not mad." A lopsided smirk pulled at his lips. "Thereâs a pretty big difference, you know."
"I know," you shot back, your brows still drawn together. "I wasnât even trying toâ I just meantâ"
You cut yourself off when Rafe ran a hand down his face. "Okay, fuck, stop that."
You shook your head in irritation, caught off guard by his tone.
He motioned to his temples with both hands. "That. The crazy-ass shit constantly running through your head." He scoffed, shaking his head. "I swear to God, itâs pissing me offâno clue how you live like that. If I wasted my time overthinking every little thing the way you do? Jesus."
His jaw tensed for a second before he flicked his fingers toward you. "Whatever it is, just say it. No overanalyzing, no long-ass justifications." His voice dropped lower, almost mocking. "Or is this some âplease let me be easy to deal withâ pick-me type bullshit? âCause if thatâs the caseâ" he pulled back slightly, raising his browsâ "Iâm so fucking out."
...
...
ThatâŠ
That response completely shut your brain down, because holy shit.
The way heâd just called you out like that, the direct confrontationâIt was too much. You had no idea how to react.
And your body? Fuck, your throat was tight, your heart slammed against your ribs, and your palms were so clammy it was almost overstimulating.
But what nearly sent you over the edge was the way he was looking at you. Blue eyes sharp, jaw clenched, that fucking intensity in his gaze that was almost ... intimidating.
It took everything in you to hold back tears.
But something about the way heâd phrased itâLike you hadnât just told him this exact morning, in full vulnerability, that overthinking was a huge problem for you. Like you hadnât literally thanked him earlier for not making a big deal out of it.
Oh, that pissed you the fuck off.
"I'm not a fucking pick-me girl," you snapped, sharper than even you expected. "Likeâwhat the fuck? You think I overanalyze shit or question things on purpose?" Your brows pulled together in frustration. "Just this morning I tried explaining exactly that, so what the fuck?"
Now it was your turn to let out a breath of disbelief, a wry smile tugging at your lips. "And maybe I wouldnât have to give âlong-ass justificationsâ if I wasnât constantly put in situations where I felt like I needed to."
Oh no. You werenât done.
"And yeah, maybe I should think less but you should definitely think a whole lot moreâthen maybe you'd have realized that I was just trying to address the obvious tension you had going on. I just ⊠I wanted to make it easier for both of us to work on this project without weird vibes. Not because Iâm desperate for you to like me or some shit."
OH MY HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Did I really just say that? OH MY GOD.
Your heart wasnât just pounding anymoreâit was slamming against your ribs like thunderous shockwaves. Because fuck, no one had pissed you off enough to actually snap like that in a long time.
For a moment, Rafe didnât say anything. He just stared at you, jaw slightly tense, that one crease forming between his browsâthe same one that always appeared when he couldnât quite figure out how to react to a situation that overwhelmed him.
Then, finally, he let out a dry chuckle, tapping his fingers against his temples in that signature gesture of his. "See? Thatâs exactly what Iâm talking about." He exhaled, shaking his head. "I was literally just trying to fucking help you, and in your head, you turned it into something completely different."
You blinked, taken aback. âHelp me?â A disbelieving, irritated smile appeared on your face. âYou literally just told me I piss you off and that Iâm crazy in the head.â
âJesus Christ.â Rafe ran a hand through his hair, briefly turning away as if trying to collect himself, then met your eyes again with renewed intensity. âYouâre so fucking complicated. The âDid I say something wrong?â shit just now? ThatâŠâ He shook his head, seemingly confused and frustrated. âShit, I thought you didnât want me to make a big deal out of things.â
You just stared at him, completely overwhelmed becauseâHUH????
Your brows furrowed as you asked, incredulously, âSo⊠you thought the best way to respond to me asking if you were mad was to ⊠act even more irritated?â
âFuck, I was trying to save you from another weird-ass monologue situation, okay?â Rafe shot back, his voice still dense with frustration, but something in his tone had shifted. He pulled out the chair beside you and sat down, body angled toward you, and his hands? Bro was in full gesture-mode. âYouâre always so fucking tense. What do you think itâs like for me, huh? I feel like Iâm walking through a fucking minefield or some shit.â
That⊠You knew you should still be mad because his reaction had been totally over the top considering you had just wanted to clear the air for both of you. But somehow⊠the frustration in his voice, that strained desperationâ
It felt like he wanted you to understand but didnât know how to communicate it.
Maybe you werenât so different after all.
And the fact that he even thought about pulling you out of an uncomfortable situationâeven if he did it in the weirdest fucking way...
Your expression softened, a hint of amusement in your voice. âI donât need to be handled like Iâm made of glass.â
Rafe leaned back slightly, his own tension easing just a bit. âIt sure as fuck seems like you do.â
âI donât, and I donât want to be.â You paused, watching his expression. âThe way you are⊠your bluntness⊠I donât mind it.â
Ohhh shit, you needed to be careful not to slip into another confession speech because THAT kind of confession would actually kill you.
Especially because you were trying your hardest to suppress the irritation about your current state. You almost felt ⊠normal. Because what the fuck, where were the red cheeks, the overwhelming urge to sink into the floor from sheer humiliation?
âYeah, sure.â Rafe scoffed in disbelief, drumming his fingers lightly on the table. His other hand gestured toward you as he spoke, his tone dry. âThen why the fuck do you always react so⊠weird? Like, seriouslyââ He motioned toward himself, a slightly irritated smile on his face. âAre you scared of me or some shit?â
That pulled an incredulous laugh out of you. Shaking your head, you smiled amused. âWhat? No! Oh my God. Itâs justâŠ"
The fact that he still hadnât realized your awkwardness and blushing around him were caused by your massive crush on himâGod, that was actually a relief. A huge, stupid weight lifted off your shoulders.
âI just need a little time to get used to new people, thatâs all.â
Rafe looked at you like he was trying to connect the dots in his head, piecing you together. He scratched his chin, tilting his head slightly. âSo⊠you still feeling too uncomfortable or what?â
It was kind of cute that he was actually trying to understand your brain. Even if it seemed to cost him every ounce of willpower and patience he had.
The faintest blush crept onto your cheeks. âNo, I mean⊠not because of you, at least.â
Itâs because Iâve had a crush on you for seven years, and now Iâve been thrown into this completely overwhelming situation by my fucking art teacher, and Iâm terrified of making a fool of myself. Which, clearly, I already am.
But instead, all you said was, âThatâs something I need to work on myself.â
Rafe studied you for a second, still looking puzzled, then shook his head. âOkay, fuck this, thatâs enough.â But the remaining bite in his voice didnât seem to be directed at you anymore. âFriday night, yeah?âKelce is throwing some party at his place with the shittiest people from our grade. Youâre coming along, downing a line of shots or snorting a line of cokeâI donât give a shitâbut youâre turning your fucking brain off for once.â
He raised his eyebrows, his next words carrying a firm urgency. âAnd later, youâre gonna let someone fuck all that tension, overthinking bullshit, whatever-the-fuck, right out of your brain.â
YO WHAT THE FUCK??? EXCUSE ME???
Your expression flickered between disbelief, amusement, and irritation, and since it couldnât decide on one, you just stared at Rafe blankly.
Because you had no fucking clue if he was joking or being seriousâbecause holy fucking shit if he was serious then??? WHAT.
Of course, youâd been to parties before but the host was usually someone Cara was cool with but Kelceâs party???
Rafe shrugged. âBring a friend, come alone, I don't care, but shitâs not gonna change if you donât do something about it.â
OH SURE, BECAUSE ITâS JUST THAT EASY, RIGHT?
âThatâs insane,â you finally said, your voice edged with dry amusement. âHow⊠I mean, what? How is that supposed to help me?â
âShit, it would help me,â Rafe scoffed, clearly entertained. âWhatever your problem isâwhether itâs all in your head or, shit, I donât know, maybe you just need to get properly laidâbut whatever it is, itâs pressure. And once thatâs goneââ He pulled his lips into a half-smirk, lifting his shoulders with complete nonchalance. "All the other shit falls into place. And I can enjoy the remaining project sessions in peace, without feeling the nervousness radiating off of you.â
Oh my God. You definitely had issues, but Rafe? This guy had no idea how to express emotions or sympathy like a normal person. Instead of saying, I want to help you, he said⊠whatever the fuck this was supposed to be.
You frowned. âYeah, no thanks. Iâm not into drugs or hookup culture. And besides, itâs rude to show up uninvited to a party.â
âNo one wants to see Kelceâs shitty face either, but he still crashes every party,â Rafe shot back before leaning back, now an irritated look on his face. âAnd I literally just invited you.â
THAT. You could practically hear your brain say: Maximum processing capacity reached. System shutting down.
âYeah, I mean, butââ
âFor fuckâs sake, just say yes.â
Fuck, everything in you wanted to understandâno, to rationalizeâwhat the hell was going on in Rafe's head andâAHHHHHH.
âOkay,â you blurted out before your brain had the chance to overanalyze it.
For a split second, surprise flashed across Rafeâs face before it melted into a satisfied smirk. âShit, I hope youâre aware Iâm the best thing thatâs happened to you this week.â
Or the worst, you thought, already tasting the regret on your tongue. Depending on how it'll end.
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A Tangled Web Chapter 1: Sparky and the Scrivener Drawn for the Ishtar Illustrated zine
YAY!!! YIPPE!!! THE ZINE IS FINALLY OUT!!! I'm so happy that I got my first pick for this zine cause I absolutely adore this lorebook so much!! ăœ(ÂŽâœïœ)ă
This was a really fun piece to work on and I'm so happy with how it turned out. Everyone did such an amazing job on this zine please go check it out when you get a chance!!!!
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[Image ID: A three page comic illustrating a lore entry from destiny 2: A tangled Web Chapter 1: Sparky and the Scrivener. Each page has a bottom border with the name of the lore entry of the left and the artist's blog handle on the right (a-sweeter-solarsystem). Crow is wearing the outfit he was first revived in: a brown cloak over his scale armor. Glint is a small red ghost with fins that look faintly like leaves. The two are talking in a dimly lit, rocky area that is illuminated by a campfire.
On the first page, Glint asks Crow, "Purely as a hypothetical exercise, what would you name me?" Crow looks thoughtfully down and replies, "HmâŠYou AreâŠA Light in the darkness." The second panel has Glint is in the center of the page that is popping out over the other panels. He is surrounded by white light and faint, motivational text ("Don't Worry! I'm right behind you!" / "I've got you, guardian!" / "One step at a time!"). Crow continues, "And thus, I name thee Sparky." Glint is drawn in monochrome with a shocked expression. The background pattern resembles a lightning strike.
On the second page Crow looks at Glint playfully and says, "I'm sensing some reluctance, Sparky." Glint is floating downward. There is wobbly text describing his disapproval following him. His eye has a tear in it. He drops onto the ground with a small dust cloud. He stays there for a moment then flops onto his back so that he can look back up at Crow. He looks annoyed and replies, "It's terrible." Crow watches the display and says, "Picky. Very well. I can do better."
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Reversed Veil of Worlds
Pg 23 and 24
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Final page of the chapter Future Aziraphale. YAY! Finally after their horrid kiss in season 2, they had to wait 2000 years to have a wet crying, "I miss you" kiss! Next chapter will be in two weeks. I need to catch up on other projects and prepare for the next chapter that will answer questions about this world that Rouge and Crowley live in. Koka's world will be chapter 3 .... or the end of 2. đ
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Who's that girl?
Chapter 2: Make Yourself At Home
Y/N's finally moving in! Boxes are unpacked, the fridge gains a new photo, and everyone starts to settle into this new living arrangement.
logan howlett x reader

TW: language, D&W, mentions of dark backgrounds and previous toxic relationships.
A/N: yay second chapter!! for the first few chapters we're going to explore our characters dynamics and then we'll get into business...hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it!! Again my first language isn't English and I ain't no professional writer. Alright, enjoyđ©·
â this fic is inspired by the TV Show New Girl, Wade and Logan aren't Deadpool and Wolverine (no powers/mutant gene etc) but I did take most of their character traits and storyline!!
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The keys to the apartment jingled in Y/Nâs hand, a symbol of the new chapter she was about to step into. She stood outside Logan and Wadeâs door, nerves fluttering in her stomach. This was it. No going back.Â
Before she could knock, the door swung open, revealing Wadeâs grinning face.Â
âWould you look at that! If it isnât our brand-new roommate!â He threw his arms out dramatically, making Y/N laugh despite herself.
âI havenât even stepped inside yet.â she teased.
âAs if I cared,â Wade waved dismissively. âYouâre one of us now! Come on in!â
Wade grabbed one of her suitcases with one hand and a bag in the other, and tossed them behind him with an exaggerated spin, gesturing for Y/N to follow him. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the apartment sheâd be calling home. This was going to be great.
Logan was in the kitchen, standing next to the coffee machine with his arms crossed, looking as calm as ever. âHeyâ he nodded at her.Â
âHi!â Y/N replied.
âAll right, newbie! Itâs time for your super detailed apartment tour! I know you already got one, but this is the official one now.â He grabbed her arm and started dragging her through the living room. âHereâs the couch. You canât sit hereâthis is Loganâs spot, and heâs very territorial,â he said, winking at Logan, who flipped him the bird.
âNext up,â Wade continued, leading her to the kitchen, âthis is where Logan cooks for us sometimes, because heâs basically a dad, and weâre his helpless children.â
âWill you shut the fuck up?â Logan cut in, without looking up from his cup of coffee.
Y/N laughed, feeling the tension in her shoulders ease with each step of Wadeâs tour. It was chaotic, but in a way that felt right.
âHouse rule number one,â Wade declared, grabbing a chair and climbing up onto it, in the middle of the kitchen, âyou can only eat the last slice of pizza if youâve fought Logan in a duel. Bare-knuckle.â
Logan rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips. âIâm sorry, ignore him,â he said to Y/N, his tone softer now. âYouâre allowed to have food. No duels required.â
Y/N smiled, grateful for his attempt to make her feel more comfortable. As they continued chatting and moving through the apartment, Wadeâs constant jokes bouncing between the three of them, Y/N couldnât help but feel an odd sense of belonging. She had expected the awkwardness of moving into a place with two guys she barely knew but instead, she found herself laughing and easing into the space as if it was meant to be.
âYou know,â Wade said, pulling Y/N back to the moment, âthereâs one more room you need to see.â He gestured dramatically toward the far side of the apartment. âYour room!â
Wade pushed open the door, revealing a cozy space with a window overlooking the street below. It was simple, but Y/N felt a wave of relief as she stepped inside. âYou already showed it to me the other day, but this is perfect.â she said.
âWe try,â Wade said, leaning against the doorframe. âAlso, house rule number two-â
âNo more house rules,â Logan interrupted, his voice cutting in like a knife through Wadeâs chaos. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, but his expression was softer now. âJust settle in. Weâre glad to have you.â
Y/N gave him a grateful smile. She wanted to say something - whether it was about how great she was feeling right at this moment, or how she was so excited for what was about to come, she didnât know - but instead, she nodded. âThank you. Iâm really happy to be here.â
Wade clapped his hands together, breaking the moment. âGood! Now that youâre officially part of this household, we need to throw you a welcome party!â
âLet her unpack first,â Logan muttered, his tone dry but amused.
As Wade launched into an enthusiastic plan for a future party, Y/N watched Logan from the corner of her eye. He didnât say much, but the way he stayed close, ensuring everything was smooth, made her feel like she was already part of their world.
After a few hours of unpacking, Y/N had finally started to make her new room her own. It definitely wasnât done, especially not in one afternoon, but it was coming together. Unboxing every box was exhausting, but satisfying. She could feel the space becoming hers with each personal touch.Â
She stared at the walls for a few minutes, wondering what posters or pictures could adorn them, ones she didnât have yet but could definitely order in an instant - not that she didnât have any stuff to put on her walls, maybe she just needed an excuse to buy more stuff she didnât need. But anyway, she was so excited.
By the time sheâd finished for the day, the smell of dinner was coming from the kitchen. "Y/N, you okay in there?!" Wade's voice boomed through the wall.
Y/N laughed softly to herself and opened her door. "Yeah, Iâm coming!" She stepped into the living room where Wade was dramatically arranging plates, acting like a five-star chef. Logan, meanwhile, sat at the table, rolling his eyes but with a hint of a smirk on his face.
"Your first official dinner with us," Wade declared, sliding a plate in front of her with a flourish.
âI call it âMystery Meat Surprise.ââ
Y/N raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a laugh. "Should I be worried?"
Logan snorted. "Itâs just lasagna. Wadeâs been practicing his introductions."
"Just lasagna?" Wade put a hand on his chest. « I put blood, sweat and tears into this meal.»
âFor once.â Logan muttered, quietly enough for the other man not to hear.
âYou really went above and beyond.â Y/N joked. Wade took his seat at the table and they started eating.
"Everything coming together?" Wade asked, grinning.
Y/N smiled. "Yeah, itâs finally starting to feel like a place I can relax in."
As they ate, the conversation flowed naturally. Wade, in his usual animated way, told a wild story about an encounter with an angry bar customer from the other night, while Logan added his dry commentary. Y/N was smiling the whole time, they really knew how to make her comfortable.
âSo, Y/N,â Wade began, and maybe the comfortable comment was made too soon?, âtell us more about you. We know youâre a teacher, but what else? Any wild stories to share?â
Y/N smiled, but then hesitated. âHonestly, Iâm not sure I have any. My lifeâs been pretty normal. Work, home, repeat.â
Wade scoffed, sitting up and narrowing his eyes playfully. âBullshit. Everyoneâs got something. What about that urgent move you had to make? Thatâs gotta have a story behind it.â
Y/Nâs eyes widened slightly. She hadnât planned on diving into that part of her life, but Wadeâs bluntness left her with little choice. âOhâŠthat. Yeah, I guess you could say it was a little crazy.â
Logan looked up, sensing the shift in her tone. âYou donât have to talk about it if you donât want to,â he reassured her.
Y/N shook her head. âNo, itâs okay. I just wasnât expecting to talk about it tonight.â
She took a deep breath, glancing between the two men who seemed to be quite invested in what she was going to say. âI was living with my ex-boyfriend. Weâd been together for a while, and at first, everything was great. But then he started changingâgetting controlling, possessive. He didnât like that I was working so much, or that I had friends outside of our relationship.â
Wade leaned forward, his expression uncharacteristically serious. âWhat happened?â
Y/N swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat as the memories resurfaced. âIt got worse over time. He started showing up at my school, accusing me of things, making scenes in front of my students. The final straw was when he⊠he trashed our apartment while I was at work, thinking I was cheating on him because I stayed late for a parent-teacher conference. I came home to find everything destroyedâfurniture, photos, everything.â
Wade gasped loudly and Loganâs jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists. âDid he hurt you?â
Y/N shook her head quickly. âNo, he never touched me. But I knew I had to leave. I packed what little I had left and stayed with a colleague until I found this place.â
There was a heavy silence in the room as her words sank in. Wadeâs usual grin was replaced with a look of genuine concern, and Loganâs eyes were dark, his expression unreadable.
âIâm really sorry that happened to you,â Logan said finally, his voice low but full of sincerity.
âYeah,â Wade added, his tone surprisingly soft. âThat guy sounds like a total asshole. But youâre better off without him, trust me.â
Y/N nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and vulnerability. âYouâre right, Iâm better off now. I just wish I had left sooner.â
Wade reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. âWell, youâre here now. And no oneâs gonna mess with you while youâre living with us, right Logan?â
Logan nodded, his gaze still locked on Y/N. âDamn right.â
Y/N felt a warmth in her chest, a sense of safety she hadnât felt in a long time. Despite everything sheâd been through, she was starting to believe that maybe this move was the best thing that could have happened to her.
âThanks, guys,â she said, her voice soft but sincere. âI really appreciate it.â
Wade raised his beer bottle in a mock toast, his grin returning. âTo new beginnings. And to kicking toxic exes to the curb.â
Logan lifted his glass as well, a hint of a smile on his lips. âTo new beginnings.â
Y/N clinked her glass with theirs, feeling a sense of camaraderie and belonging that she hadnât expected to find so soon. This might just work out after all.
âââ
Just as they were finishing up dinner, Wade leaned back in his chair, looking up at the fridge behind him where several pictures were tacked up. âYou know,â he said, pointing his fork at the fridge, âweâve all got something personal up there. Me and Logan, anyway. You should add something of yours.â
Y/N blinked, glancing at the pictures on the fridgeâ some of Wade with his bar buddies, a few candid shots of Logan looking less than thrilled to have his picture taken, and even a couple of the two of them together, probably from a trip or some random party.
âI donât really have anything with me...â she started, but then she paused, remembering.
There is something.
âActually,â she said, âI think I can find something.â
She stood up from the table and headed to her room, searching through one of the few boxes she hadnât fully unpacked. There, carefully wrapped, was a small, faded photo. It was a picture of her as a little girl, standing between her parents, all smiles. It wasnât just any photoâit was one of the few physical reminders of her childhood.
She walked back to the kitchen, holding the photo delicately. "This," she said, showing it to them. "Itâs from when I was a kid."
Wade took the picture and grinned. "A family classic," he said, nodding in approval. "Itâs perfect."
Logan glanced at the photo, his expression softening just a bit. "You sure you want to put it up here?"
Y/N nodded. "Yeah. It feels right."
Carefully, she placed the picture on the fridge next to theirs. The three of them stood there for a moment, looking at it, a small but meaningful addition to their growing collection of memories.
Wade slung an arm around her shoulder, his usual playful grin on his face. "Well, now you can officially call this place your home."
Logan nodded in agreement and Y/N grinned.
âYou guys are going to make me cryâ She said and Wade immediately raised his arms in the air in panic.
âOh no no no no, letâs do something else, we donât deal with emotions that easily in this household.â
âââ
After the last box was emptied and most of her things were in their place, Y/N decided to take a moment to breathe. The room was still a work in progress, but it was starting to feel like hers. She stood by the bed, adjusting the pillows when a light knock on the doorframe caught her attention.
Logan leaned casually against the door, arms crossed. "Hey, just wanted to let you know, Wadeâs out at his gig tonight. Heâll probably roll in late, so donât be surprised if you hear him stumble in around midnight."
Y/N smiled, "Good to know. Thanks for the warning."
Logan returned the smile, a little more reserved as always. "No problem. Howâs the room shaping up?"
"Getting there," Y/N replied, looking around at the half-unpacked boxes and the way her things were slowly finding their places. "Still feels a little strange, though. You know, first night and all."
Logan gave a small nod, his eyes scanning the room briefly. "Itâll feel like home soon enough," he said softly. "Anyway, Iâll leave you to it. Goodnight, Y/N."
"Goodnight, Logan."
Once Logan disappeared down the hall, Y/N returned to her work. She wasnât quite ready to sleep yetâ her mind still buzzing with the excitement of the day. After a while, she left her room with a stack of papers to grade, making her way to the living room. She settled on the couch, her focus consumed by her students' work as the time ticked by without her noticing.
She barely noticed the time slipping away as she worked through her stack of papers. The soft rustling of pages and the occasional scratch of her pen were the only sounds filling the living room. Her focus was sharp, and grading helped ease the whirlwind of emotions from moving in. This felt like the first time her parents let her sleep at her friendâs house, except she wasnât a little girl anymore and this wasnât her first time moving into a new place by herself.
It wasnât until she heard the front door creak open that she snapped back to reality. Wade walked in, seeing her immediately. He flashed her a wide grin after closing the door behind him.
"Look whoâs all settled in, Miss Teacher Lady," Wade teased. He dropped his keys on the counter and flopped onto the couch next to her without waiting for an invitation.
Y/N smiled back, amused by his energy. âHow was your gig?â
âOh, you know, killed it. I think I made one guy choke on his drinkânot sure if I should be proud or worried about a potential lawsuit,â he replied, waggling his eyebrows. âWhat about you? Have you finally decided weâre not serial killers and itâs safe to stay here?â
Y/N laughed. âIâm still working on that one.â
âGood, good. Keep your guard up, never know when the knives come out,â Wade said dramatically, but then his expression softened. âNah, seriously, youâre liking the place so far?â
Y/N glanced around the room. âYeah, I like it. And you two are... interesting roommates.â
âInteresting? Is that a polite way of saying âWade, youâre weird, but Loganâs got some kind of scary, brooding, mysterious vibe?â Because if so, youâre spot on,â Wade chuckled. âNah, but seriously, glad youâre here. Logan wouldnât say it, but heâs stoked too.â
Y/N grinned. âWell, Iâm really happy about that.â
He eyed her stack of papers. âWhat are you working on there, anyway? You grading the souls of innocent children?â
âJust some essays,â Y/N responded with a small shrug.
âAh, essays. The bane of every studentâs existence. But hey, if you ever need help with grading, Iâm your guy. Iâm great at making âCâ sound like âcouldâve been worseâ and âBâ sound like âbarely tried, but okay.ââ
Y/N shook her head, laughing softly. âI think Iâll handle it for now.â
They chatted for a little longer, Wade effortlessly slipping between jokes and genuine questions about her life. He was easy to talk to, and despite his over-the-top personality, there was something comforting about his presence. Eventually, the fatigue of the day caught up to her.
âYou heading to bed?â Wade asked, noticing her yawn.
âYeah, I should,â she admitted, gathering her papers.
Wade nodded. âAlright, oh andâ if you hear any weird noises in the middle of the night, itâs probably Logan sleep-talking. Or me⊠well, doing anything, really.â
Y/N smiled, standing up. âIâll keep that in mind. Goodnight, Wade.â
âGood night, Teach,â Wade said with a wink, making her laugh one last time before she headed to her room.
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đđđđđđđ. chapter four
relationship â jinx/powder x fem!blk coded reader
contents&warnings! : wc: 4.0k | post season 2 | lower-case indented | angst | heart to heart | just kiss already đŁïž | non-sexual intimacy | fluff | mentions of them sharing the same bed | mentions of isha | these losers can't stay serious | yes reader has plot and yes i'm going through with it | not beta read | yes i am making this up along i go | author's note: i'm finally back after a month... don't come after me though! i'm literally in the middle of moving to a whole different state (not my choice).
ââ APOLOGIZE WITH FIREWORKS ââ
a careless toss of an envelope with this weekâs paycheck slid off the desk. your eyes followed the movement. âyouâre slacking, [name].âÂ
youâve been slacking for the past two weeks. thatâs how long itâs been since you and blue fought. you thought that she would come around and the two of you would hang out again like nothing happened, but of course, it didnât. you were given straight radio silence, you even tried visiting her at her workshop and home. nothing.
she was your best friend and you hurt her to the point sheâs shut herself in. was she even in there? was she ignoring you? did she run off? did she hate you now? did you just ruin everything? you couldnât tell, it was like she locked herself in. this was killing you.Â
every since she left it was like all the good things she brought with her did too. the endless laughter between the two of you, the satuation of the world. because of her you finally felt safe, your loan sharks finally stopped bothering you.
sometimes you think you see her (which you donât). anything blue made you think of her, clouds too. you canât bring yourself to eat the blue raspberry candy.Â
the truth was that she was your good luck charm.
âdo you want to lose this job?â big donâs voice rang in the office, snapping you back to reality. lose this job? this was the only job that could help pay off your debt that didnât involve selling yourself, beating others half to death, and stealing.Â
âiâve been kind to you. i gave you this pussy job so you could pay me back with my own money.â he leans forward resting his clasped-together hands on the desk.
âbut i see something,â the tall man raises from his seat. your breath got caught up in your throat and your heart quickened its pace. ââŠsomeone has made you sloppy. has taken your attention off of what is really important.â you knew what he meant and you couldnât deny it.Â
you have gotten sloppy with your work, clocking out a little bit early, and coming to work late more oftenâ that was you when you and jinx started hanging out, but since jinx and you have gotten into that fight all of it got worse. âthat new girlâŠâ your eyes shot from the ground and straight to big don. the way he referred to her made your stomach turn. was he going to send his goons after her too.
âdonâtââ without thinking you stepped forward, you were about to walk up and slap him. good thing your mind caught up with you. yay, no bullet between your eyes!
âdonât what?â big don shot back at you, he stopped pacing and walked over to you. ârun her out of flosnum? tie up the new girl in town? have some of my men give her a good beating? or maybe iâll make you do thatâŠâ gulping at his implication you step back. you knew big don was sick, but surely not that sick?
right?
towering over you, two heads taller his dull dark eyes look down at you, his eyes make you feel so insignificant. you were nothing but a mere worker bee, â[insert sibling] may have escaped off to bilgewater. ixtal? ionia? who gives a fuck anymore. what matters is that one of you is here. one thing stands. your fatherâs debt.â
âget your act together or youâre on your own.â he then grips your hair, and with a harsh tug he pulls you closer to him. he smelt of cigarettes and mangos, âonce youâre on your own i wonât care how and what you do to pay off the debt. sell your body for all i care.â
you left his office and went back to working at the bar. overtime. work for two weeks with no pay as punishment, which was mercy considering you've been waterboarded other times.
though you were starting to consider being waterboarded instead.
how long has it been? she canât remember, there was no point in counting hours or days when she was in this state.Â
her chipped painted nails scratched off her cuticles to the point they bleed. curled up in the middle of her room stuck in an unforgiving daze. a haze that consumed her mind and filled it with thoughts that pricked her brain as if they were needles.
she fucked up. again. and she doesnât have the guts to try and fix it.
not that there was anything to fix, you were done with her. you hated her. you saw her as insane as soon as you saw her.
she was an idiot to show you that side of her. what made her think that this would be any different? danger or not, flosnum was not immune to her effect.Â
her blue chopped hair now grown inches past her ears but not long enough to touch her shoulders, her bangs terribly long, and the purple dye worn out. the bonsai tree on her bedroom windowsill half dead. the irrigating bear under her bed where its voice is too far to catch.Â
jinx. thatâs who she was. she couldnât fight it anymore. running from it has been deemed impossible even when sheâs a sea away from piltover and zaun.Â
metal and wood clanking against each other.
she could hear it, the small huffs, exhales, and sniffles. the light-weight pitter-patter danced around her.
isha.
jinx was greatness to isha. a haven. a symbol. someone worth protecting.
jinx could feel the vibrations from the floor bouncing back to her curled-up position. she had her knees to her chest and hid her face.
she couldnât bring herself to look up. she was scared that if she looked up she would see her. if she did, she wouldnât know what to do.
all those times she told off sevika that jinx was dead, isha was the one that kept the image of her alive. not a symbol of destructionâ no longer just a loose cannon but a hero.Â
powder was the one that died.
she thought that maybe if she could start over, it would all be from the beginning.
no jinx. just powder. the more she stayed on this tropical island she was reminded that she couldnât be powder.Â
to be honest, jinx liked ishaâs version of jinx. the version that isha would play games, watch battles fight each other, fall asleep to her overly-dramatized exploits, graffiti on walls, and stargaze with.Â
the careless dancing footsteps morphed into cautious ones and the steps were slightly heavier.Â
step. step. step.
these footsteps didnât seem as if they were sneaking up on prey, still, jinx refused to raise her head up from her knees, her eyes stayed shut.Â
just ignore it.
she repeated those words, a mantra that got her through a handful of her episodes. unexpectantly, light fingertips grazed her shoulder, unsure if they could go further in the contact.Â
hallucinations couldnât touch her.
a low gentle voice âblue.â jinx felt all of her defenses fall. how pathetic thatâs all it took.
you crouched down behind her. jinxâs back faced you, wearing only a pink tank top and wool shorts that showed off the blue clouds on the right side of her body.
the only reason you were able to get in was because you found a foolishly placed spare key sticking out from under a ceramic pot with a wilting flower.
you were tired of waiting.
âiâm sorry.â trying to shove down the heat rising to your face, you swallow. there was nothing more you hated than apologizing, which was ironic since you did it quite often. normally when you did it, it was out of fear or common courtesy.
sincerely apologizing on the other hand? the thought of you being the person in the wrong felt like a punch in the gut, but none of that mattered.Â
the only thing you wanted right now was your friend back. âiâm so sorry. that day at the beach when i sighed it wasnât towards you.â jinx was still. âthat day was perfect and i ruined it. i made you feel that i didnât enjoy it. i did! itâs justââ you sucked in a breath before explaining.
ââŠi have a hard time living in the moment, iâm always thinking about my next shift. that i have my shift in this many hours, iâll have to deal with rowdy customers in less than a day after, i have to pay off my debt.â she didnât answer, it felt like you were talking to a brick wall.
âever since you came into my life you have been what i look forward to.â
silence is all she gives you. not even a hum of acknowledgment. âbluââ you couldnât finish the nickname because of how shocked you were to see jinx finally turn her head towards you. you can only see her side profile due to the position the two of you are holding.Â
the saturation of her vibrant red-violet eyes is now exhausted and dull. an alarm rang in your head. scrabbling from your knees you made it to in front of her to get the whole view of her. you needed to see all of her.
jinxâs closed-off position, her days-old makeup, unkempt hair, and lightweight. her head a bit more raised so she could look at you better as your eyes roamed around her body.Â
her eyes.
her eyes were so doe and dull, the manic that she usually held in her eyes was nowhere to be found. this was the most vulnerable youâve seen her yet there were still so many walls.Â
she looked horrible.
you did this.
â[name]âŠâ
her hoarse voice made your heart ache. gulping, pushing down the guilt. you slowly and carefully take her hands into yours. âletâs get you cleaned up, blue.â
the first thing you did was take off her makeup with a wet piece of cloth. you had no idea how long she had been like this, it looks like she had that same face of makeup for almost a week, probably more.
her cheeks were tear-stricken with dried-up mascara and eyeliner. her purple eyeshadow was worn out along with her smudged lipstick.
you washed her hair in the sink. she sat on a chair, her head leaned back as the faucet ran through her blue locks. your hands gently messaging her scalp, and then detangled everything with a brush.
the two of you didnât talk at all. sitting on a stool your wrist moved in circular motions, washing her back.
she felt herself slowly come back to reality. the way you were being so careful with her as if she was worth being gentle to. were you doing all of this just to torment her?
surely you werenât faking the affection in your touch? you wouldnât do such a thing. you couldnât.Â
she felt her eyes burning up.
she felt the rough texture of the cloth exfoliating her skin, your hand carefully leading its way to her tattooed arm. your movements slow not wanting to have her pull away from your touch.
jinx lets out a ragged breath, louder than the scrubbing of her skin and water droplets. that was the first breath she let out since you came to her. your movement paused and went even slower. gentler.Â
thatâs when she bursts into tears.Â
you froze up a bit hearing her choked sobs, âoh honâŠâ jinxâs shoulder shook as she leaned forward, away from you. her sobs only got louder and louder. saliva collected in her mouth and her face turned a pinkish hue.
putting aside the cloth you took her shoulders and pulled her back towards you, you wrapped your arms around her neck, and your head was right next to hers. âtell me whatâs wrong.â you whispered in her ear, you didnât bother hiding the tremor in your voice.
âplease, talk to me. did i make you upset again?â you plead for her to talk to you.
âiâm sorry.â her sobs so broken that her voice cracks as she apologizes. âiâm sorry. iâm sorry.â she just shakes her head repeating herself over and over again.
âshh.â you say rocking the both of you side to side in an attempt to lull her sobs. âitâs okay, thereâs nothing you need to apologize for. we both messed up.â
âiâm such a child, i ruined everything!â she hiccups, her sobs only worsened. she leans on you like a child seeking comfort.
âstop that. you ruined nothing, okay?â you tried to keep your voice firm.
âi made something out of nothing again and i pushed you away and now you hate meââ
you cut her off, âif i hated you would i be here right now?âÂ
âyou will once i mess up again.â
sighing, you pinch her cheek. âit was a silly little fight, we got through it.â
jinx winces at the pinch but she doesnât pull away instead, her cries lessen and her face scrunches up a bit. âwhat if we get into another fight?â
not letting go of her cheek you kept speaking, âweâll get through it. even when i get irritated or mad with you, iâll always come back to you.â she turns her head and you pull away to give her some space to move.
her eyes were bloodshot, her pink irises sparkled as if she was begging you to confirm your words. âyouâre my best friend, things like this will always pass over, i promise.âÂ
jinxâs sobs were no more and what was left was her small sniffles as you got back to bathing her.
getting back together with you made jinx realize some things.
number one: you would never ever ever ever leave her no matter what!Â
this meant she could do anything without you leaving her. like sleeping together in the same bed and kicking you off.
number two: the two of you were practically made for each other!
she has been clinging onto every second of the day and you welcomed it with open arms. (well other than the times sheâs stalking you, but you donât need to know that!) has she gotten more childish with you? maybe.
it was your day off so per usual you were with her, instead of rotting together at her workshop the two of you went out for ice cream and window shopped. the two of you walked side by side in the blazing heat, jinxâs arm hooked on yours.Â
usually, she would complain and complain in this weather and end up with sunburns which you had to tend to. these days she wouldnât, it was like she grew up with flosnum. she wore a mismatched bikini top and stockings, low rise shorts black and pink shorts, and black boots with pink laces. ânew style?â you raised a brow.
âjust matching the weather.â jinx licks the dripping cotton candy ice cream from her cone. the undercity wasnât hot like flosnum. it was humid at best but mostly cold. hell, she felt the warmth of sun on her skin more on her first week here than she did her whole life in zaun.
going on your route you spot a jewelry vendor, something catches your eye. mindlessly pulling away from her to go check it out jinx furrows her brows, she follows behind you. your eyes were on the turtle trinket. the jewels on it sparkled like no other.
stupid.
jinxâs finger hooks on the loop of your bottoms and pulls you closer to her side. she bends over a bit to get a better look at the stupid trinket. âoh come on, toots, you donât need this. you already have that ugly turtle pendant.â
you smack the back of her head and she whines. âmy necklace is not stupid!â you defend the bronze hanging around your neck. âbesides, i wasnât going to buy itâŠ.â your eyes trail to the price tag, the sight causes you to frown. âway too expensive anyway.â you turn on your heels and walk away from the vendor.Â
she watches you walk away and back to the turtle trinket. it was ugly. tacky too. you wouldnât look good in it.
jinx shrugs and catches up with you, she loops her arm with yours licking her ice cream once again with a stolen trinket in her pocket.
number three: she missed chaos.
because of that, sheâs going to blow up at tonightâs festival. sheâs been working on it the day after you bathed her, tucked her into bed, and fell asleep in bed with her. which was six days ago.
donât worry. donât worry. sheâs not going to kill anyone. she was done with that, instead, these bombs were going to make a teenie tiny little mess.
todayâs festival was in honor of the day flosnum successfully defended itself against bilgewater, many lives were lost due to the battle. which was an incredible feat now that jinx thinks about it.
anyways, that doesnât matter! what matters is that she wants to ruin it.Â
itâs the most jinx thing she can do.
somehow the paradise was infinitely more vibrant under the dark sky. maybe it was the twinkling stars, the glowing plants, and the fairy lights. everyone gathered in the streets, adorned in tropical garlands. the two of you held a stick, the tip burned bright, sparkling.Â
normally, jinxâs mind would be on how gorgeous your smile was, but today she was too excited to even think properly. she was too happy to fuck the celebration up. she had already planted the bombs.Â
the air was filled with a sweet and fruity scent of exotic flowers. your sweet laughter echoed in her mind finally snapping her out of it. âwhatâs got you so happy, blue?â she asked, pointing out her dumb smile.
jinx dropped the stick, âfollow me.â she grabbed onto you forcing you to do the same and follow behind her.Â
there was so much of everything. people, noise, lights, smells. you canvas through the streets and she takes you onto her workshopâs rooftop. though her workshop was placed in a shady alleyway, the view she had up top was breathtaking.
her rooftop was decorated with random cut-up fabrics, unfinished projects (aka junk but she wonât let you call it that), and colorful lanterns. the stars painted the night sky, the jinx sat on the rooftop ledge. being the more cautious one you tried not to, but she forced you anyway.
âweâre best friends, right?â jinx slowly turns her head to you, your eyes are on the ground, watching the people below.Â
âi sure hope so,â you snort. realizing that it wasnât the right time to joke you backtracked, âof course we are, the best of friends.â you didnât look back but that didnât make your response any less sincere.
her red-violet eyes trace your side profile. you were pretty like this, with the colors of the lanterns illuminating off of you. the color blue graced your brown skin and the coils of your hair. it was almost as beautiful as when the sunlight would kiss your skin.
jinx wasnât sure when it started. âitâ being when she became so attentive to you. maybe, it was the day she first saw you behind the counter of her now workshop. maybe, it was the day she crashlanded and you saved her.
the topic of the day she crashlanded was never brought up between the two of you. jinx wasnât sure if you were aware that she knew.
jinx shouldâve forgotten about you that day, her vision was hazy and smoke filled her lungsâ her mind shouldnât even have registered the details of you. but she did.
the key detail she remembered?
it was that stupid bronze necklace.
the ugly piece of metal that is still hanging around your neck. it looks as if it was handmade. well maintained yet specks of chipped-off green paint on the turtleâs shell.
âgood,â jinx smiles at your answer. her hand reaches into her pocket and your eyes follow, her fist closed around not letting you know what it is just yet. âbecause i wanted to give you something.â
your eyes finally lock with hers. âiâm not good with words. iâm not good with my actions either.â her vibrant eyes shift away from yours, but she forces herself to keep eye contact with yours. âi fuck shit up. always. as soon as something good comes in my life itâs taken away, by my hand or something else.â
jinx couldn't find the right words, she didn't even know where she was going with this. âi ruin everything,â she laughed bitterly, her eyes searched yours to see if you were annoyed by your senseless rambling, but you didnât. you listened, waiting for the next words to come out of her mouth.
âiâm jinxed. itâs in my name.â
jinx looks down at her hand, her fist is holding onto the mystery item tightly. then her fingers hesitantly open up her fist, revealing whatâs in the palm of your hand. you look down. this feeling in your stomach, it flips and flutters. âblue, is thisââ
âjinx,â she didnât let you get a sentence in. âthatâs my name.â
jinx...so that was blue's name. oddly enough, it fit her perfectly. she didn't look like a sasha, cassie, hannah, or kate. for someone as cool as her she should have an equally cool name.
âthatâs so cool!â your eyes twinkle, filled with excitement, completely ignorant to the significance of this moment.
when the words left your mouth jinx left hundreds of degrees hotter. a warmth blazed through her body. no one has ever had this type of reaction to her name.
âso, youâve been cool youâre whole life, huh?â you scrunch up your face in mock jealousy. âcool hair. cool talents. cool personality. cool name. youâre just a package, arenât you, jinx?â
why did she like her name coming from your lips so much?
trying to hide her flustered state she puts on a cocky front, âenough of how cool you think i am. are you going to take my gift or not?â she dangles the trinket in front of your face. âyou stole it.â you blink at her unamused. still you took it from her hand. âsays who? you think i canât afford something like this?â she tilts her head, raising a brow.Â
âthen whatâs this?â you point to the tag.Â
she looks at it and grumbles. after pulling it off she then put on a faux innocent smile. âwhatâs what?â seeing how your unamused expression didnât waver she sighed in defeat. âi just wanted to do something for you, you deserve tiny luxuries like this. maybe it could bring you some luck too. a lucky charm.â
her words managed to make you loosen up. your face softens. âthanks, hon, but i already have a lucky charm.â
jinxâs squints her eyes at you, âwait, you do?â
"i'm talking about you, jinx."
jinx, a lucky charm? how ironic. se had always been the cause of trouble, never the solution. when she did try to find one it only made everything worse. but here the two of you are. you hailed her as your lucky charm. a good omen.
she lets out a bark of laughter, she laughs with her full chest. all of this was too surreal it was making her head spin.Â
POW POW POW
with distant bangs a cloud of red, then purple, then green, then blue. the town square exploded with a flurry of colorful dust. the dust danced in the sky and fell back down onto the cobbled ground as if it were snowfall.
oh right. jinx forgot about those.
the two of you whip your heads to the noise to see the mayhem going on.Â
their faces being painted with the colorful dye. the locals dance and twirl along with the ongoing blasts of the bright vibrant powder into the air. children rushed trying to catch the falling powder, some even making angles on the ground.
your eyes snap wide with amazement at the view, âoh my gods!â no way in hell were you going to miss out on something like this. you carefully get off the rooftop ledge and pull jinx with you.Â
âget your ass up, letâs join the fun!â
screams, panicked voices, and people trying to take cover, thatâs what jinx expected. not the sound of flosnum residentsâ laughter and cheers. her plans to cause chaos failed.
she really was a jinx.
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Wounds We Never Show // Ch.2 - jjk.

.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.ă»ă.ă» â„pairing: Jungkook x Reader (she/her, afab) â„genre/rating: 18 +explicit content, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, enemies with benefits, these two really do hate each other â„chapter warnings/tags: SMUUUTTT (mdni), protected sex (stay safe kids), dry humping, cum eating??, fingering, so much kissing, doggy, really confused about their feelings fr, they still hate each other, yay Melanie and Namjoons wedding hehe, drinking, swearing, Jungkook continuing to be a little shit â„word-count: 13.9k (I'm so sorry its another monster) â„Series Masterlist Previous Chapter ||â„|| Next chapter â„Playlist fic is cross posted to ao3 send an ask or comment on post to be added to the taglist! .ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.ă»ă.ă»ăâă».ă»â«ă»ăă»ă.ă»ă.ă»
âSo⊠is that a yes?â
âI-âŠâ Your mouth was moving before your mind could, âOkay.â
Jungkook blinked, staring at you like he wasnât sure if you had actually said âokayâ or if heâd just imagined it. He looked completely caught off guard. Honestly, you couldnât blame him. You were pretty shocked yourself.
The word still hung between you both, heavy with the weight of the sheer stupidity of what youâd just agreed to. You half-expected him to start laughing, for you to snap out of whatever spell had come over you and tell him to go to hell.
But no one moved. Neither of you even took a breath.
Jungkookâs eyebrows shot up, surprise etched across his face. Clearly, heâd expected you to kick his ass, maybe curse him out, not... this.
It felt bizarre. The longer you sat with the idea, though, the more it made a twisted kind of sense. Maybe it was because youâd already agreed to this ridiculous plan in your head before your mouth even caught up. Because, as much as you hated to admit it, this was probably going to work better than the endless cycle of arguments. But also, by agreeing to this, you were, by extension, agreeing with Taehyungâs dumb, immature logic.    Â
So in this momentâyesâyou were dumb.
You thought back to your last hookup. It had been... disappointing, to say the least. You wanted something better. Needed it, actually. But this? Jungkook? Not what you had in mind, exactly.
âOkay,â Jungkook finally broke the silence, rubbing the back of his neck as if he couldnât believe youâd gone along with his idiotic suggestion. He was clearly thinking through how the hell heâd come to agree with Taehyungâs logic himself.
Heâd spent years watching Taehyung bury his problems in a series of meaningless hookups, laughing it off as Taehyungâs way of handling things. But deep down, Jungkook envied it. Taehyung took life so casually, like nothing really mattered. Jungkook never had that luxury. Not in the last few years, at least.
âSo, uh... do we, like, hold hands or something?â you asked, unable to stop the awkwardness from bubbling up. Because really, what else could you say? You couldnât even figure out how to broach the subject of touching each other, let alone jumping straight to that.
It was like the two of you had never spoken before, it was strange.Â
âSeriously? Hold hands? What are we four?â Jungkook teased trying to cut the tension and you groaned.Â
âI donât know! This is uncharted territory!â You move away from the building wall and start pacing back and forth, Jungkook just watching you.Â
You just stayed like this for a moment going back and forth. Maybe being a little like Taehyung is what he needed. This just wasnât the way he expected it to end up, and least of all with you.Â
Jungkook wasnât really the hook up type, let alone hook up at a wedding. Yet here you two were, playing out the most common wedding hookup cliche. The best man and the maid of honor.
You let out a long groan before you looked directly at him.Â
âThis is a one time thing.â You say quicker than you can think. You needed to stop thinking, just do.
âOkay.â He was sure in his tone.
âFine.â
A beat, for the first time ever you two were in full agreement. Jungkook decided that it needed to happen now or never before the two of you thought to much about it. He walked away from you, going to the door back into the hotel. He didnât look back until he realized that you werenât following.
âWell, are you coming?â He nodded his head in the direction inside the door.Â
âOh we are doing this now?â
Then your feet were moving. Without a word, he held the door open for you and followed you inside. Without some protest, Jungkook grabbed onto your wrist, almost like he wanted some contact with you. Jungkook pulling the two of you into the nearest elevator, pressing a button to what you assumed was his floor.Â
And then the doors closed.
You both stood in silence for a moment, standing side by side. Jungkook then stood in front of you, the hand that was on your wrist made its way up your arm to your face.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You pulled back for a moment and your voice was a little shaky, flinching away from him. Old habits die hard.
Jungkook would never admit this to you but he was nervous. Maybe more nervous than you but he would bury that down for now.
âOh you know, I was going to kiss you.â The words felt gross coming out of his mouth. Kissing you after all is the last thing he ever thought he would do.
âOh.â You realized yeah, you probably should kiss. Maybe a good place to start. You were deep in thought before you realized how close you and Jungkook were. Bodies almost pressed against each other. âYeah go ahead.âÂ
The only sound was the hum of the elevator filling the space. It felt so silent as you looked between Jungkook's eyes. For a moment he hesitated but then decided to just go for it. Kissing you softly at first. He tasted like cigarettes, and it was a little overwhelming. Not as gross as you thought though. His hands had now found a place on your waste and pressed your whole body into his. Without you really thinking about it one of your arms had wrapped around his neck and the other was wrapped in his hair.Â
The two of you begging silently for another kiss.
It was the only thing you two did on the short ride, just kissed, dipping your toes into the shallow end of your possible mistake. The elevator rang, causing both of you to split apart as fast as you could. The feeling of your mouth weighing on Jungkook's mind.
 A memory from college came to the front of your mind.Â
âWhat? Iâm a pretty good kisser Iâll have you know. I have references.âÂ
You donât know why you remembered it now, all you could think was that: he wasnât lying about that.
You both peered around the corners of the hallway, a silent understanding passing between you as you checked to make sure no one familiar was nearby. The hallway was unnervingly quiet, the soft thud of your heart echoing in your ears as Jungkookâs hand brushed against yours. He fumbled for his key, hands steady despite the electricity buzzing in the air. The lock clicked, and he hastily opened the door, pushing it open and gesturing for you to step inside.
The room was surprisingly tidy. Too tidy, like heâd barely even been in here.
âHuh. Itâs smaller than mine,â you muttered, unable to stop yourself, that competitive streak rearing its head. It was a childish comment, but you were already grasping for control in the situationâanything to anchor yourself.
Jungkook ignored and he grabbed your wrist and spun you around, his lips meeting yours again. The taste of cigarettes filled your mouth, flooding your senses. His fingers pressed into your waist, as if he was trying to push the world away and keep you both in this moment. You kissed him back fiercely, but something was building in your chestâa knot of panic twisting tighter and tighter.
You broke away first, breathing hard, pressing your hands against his chest to put space between you. âWoah, okay.â
He paused, looking at you, his chest heaving. âYou okay?â
You shook your head, the room suddenly feeling too small, the walls too close. You raised your hands like you were warding off some invisible force. âGod, this feels... weird. Is this not weird for you?â
Jungkook exhaled and leaned back, running a hand through his hair. âItâs weird,â he admitted, though his tone suggested he wasnât entirely sure what made it weirdâjust that it was.
You paced in a tight circle, your fingers twitching. âI donât know, I feel... confused. Like everything inside me is screaming that this is wrong, but I donât know why. Itâs like my head is split down the middle and I canâtââ
âY/Nââ
âAnd I canât stand you,â you continued, voice rising, âbut for some reason, I agreed to this. Like, maybe Iâve just got some kind of self-sabotaging streak? What is wrong with me?â
Jungkook moved closer, trying not to let you chatter annoy him. âY/N.â
You met his gaze, finally stilling, but your heart was racing, chest tight with the weight of your own thoughts. His eyes were calm, though you could see the same uncertainty hiding behind them. He had already made up his mind, you could tell, but the awkwardness of it still clung to the space between you.
âAre you in, or are you out?â
The question hung in the air for a second longer than you liked. You blinked, your throat dry. âI was in. But now I donât know. I canât get past... being with you. You of all people.â Your fingers picked at the skin around your nails, searching for an answer you couldnât find.
Jungkook stood there, thinking for a moment. âThen pretend Iâm not me.â
âWhat?â You give him a confused look.Â
âMaybe we just pretend like we donât know each other. Like we just met. So Iâm not JungkookâŠÂ the guy I know you want to kill.â He teases and it actually lightens the mood a little. âIâm just⊠someone at a wedding, youâre also just someone at a wedding. Iâm not me.âÂ
A small smile actually seems to creep on your face for a moment, you have to catch yourself. âYouâre not you.âÂ
âIâm not me.âÂ
âAnd Iâm not me?â
âExactly. Weâre just two strangers.â He stepped closer, and you felt the gravity between you shift again. âDoes that make it easier?â
You stared at him for a moment, your heart hammering as the absurdity of the whole thing began to ease the pressure in your chest. Slowly, the tension began to melt into something else. Something that felt almost like... freedom.
âOkay.â You found yourself nodding. âYouâre not you. And Iâm not me.â
Jungkook smiled, taking that as confirmation, his fingers brushing your cheek again, this time softer. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, but this time it wasnât panic. It was something hotter, more dangerous.
âSee?â His voice was quiet, almost a whisper. âJust two strangers.â
He stepped forward, and before you could second-guess yourself, you closed the distance. You kissed him again, but this time it felt differentâdeeper, like the weight of everything that had been holding you back was gone. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer, and you let yourself be pulled, let yourself sink into the kiss, the moment. Just two peopleâno history, no hateâjust... heat.Â
You both stumble your way back to the bed, kicking off your shoes in the process. As you both just let yourselves live in the feeling rather than who it was with. Everything started to move faster and the intensity between the two of you got heavier. Jungkook detached himself from your lips onto the exposed skin on your neck. You found yourself leaning into it easily.Jungkook paused for a moment, his fingers tracing along the straps of the dress you wore.Â
âCan I take this off?â He says lowly into your ear.Â
Both of your minds were quiet. Here it was, no going back after this.Â
âYes.â Your voice almost gets caught in your throat.Â
He very slowly slips the straps off your shoulders. Your dress falling down the rest of the length of your body to the floor. Jungkook takes a pause, he had hoped somewhere deep inside him that you wouldnât look good under your dress, but of course you did. You still had your bra and underwear on but he knew youâd probably look great without those as well. How incredibly annoying he thought.Â
âListen I know Iâm hot but you donât have to stand there and stare.â You felt like you needed to move your hands to cover yourself.Â
Jungkook rolled his eyes, âI wasnât starring.â
âYeah right.â Your hand found your way to his tie, beginning to undo it and pulling it off him. Jungkook following by undoing the buttons on his shirt.
âEager are we?â He teases, it was too playful for what you were familiar with. Almost made you cringe but you pushed the feeling away.
âSays the one who took my dress off.âÂ
He pulls his shirt off once the buttons are undone. You wanted to maybe deny for a bit that he did in fact have a nice body and you kissed him again. It left you breathless so quickly, your head was spinning. With some quick movements you moved back onto the bed and Jungkook held himself above you. He kissed down your neck and then down your chest, his mouth was warm against you with every kiss.Â
Oh god, you thought.
The suddenness of all of this though had gotten you soaked in your underwear and it was going to be embarrassing for him to see. As he inches closer you close your legs rather quickly. Only this one time, Jungkook was going to have this effect on you.Â
âSpread your legs for me, darling.â He looked up to you and he placed both of his hands on your knees trying to pry them open, you denying him the satisfaction.Â
âNo.â You were very clearly teasing him and sat up, which allowed you to see the full sight of him, shirtless, kneeling in front of you. Never thought this would be something you would ever see. âAnd darling? What are we married now?âÂ
âThat would be my nightmare.â He shivers at the thought.Â
âYeah Iâll be dead before I ever marry you.â
âWell we agree on something at least.â
His hand was running up and down the inside of your thigh, he leaned up to meet your eyeline again. Catching you in a quick kiss before his hand grazed against the outside of your underwear. You held in the gasp that wanted to release from you.
âBe good and let me eat you out.â He brings his face in close by your ears and leaves a small kiss behind. Â
âAsk nicely and I just might.â
He took the opportunity to stand up straight, towering over you a little. Like he was getting the same sight of you below him that you had just seen of him. He tilted your chin up with his thumb and index finger, to look into his eyes.Â
âPlease.â He said so quietly and kindly. A tone he had never taken with you.
âFine.â You try to say in a displeasing tone, but you couldnât help but want it.Â
He lowers himself back to his knees and opens your legs up again and pulls your underwear down your legs rather quickly. You laid back on your back again.
âFor someone who hates me so much, you sure are wet for me.â He laughed a little and it sent a ripple of anger. You covered your face with both of your arms.
âFuck off.âÂ
âFuck you.â He replies and his hands slowly slide up your thighs. Almost agonizingly slow.Â
He reached your pussy which was eager to feel his touch and he swirled his fingers around your clit a few times. You really were wet, his fingers took no time to play with you. Applying some pressure, he uses his other hand to play around with one finger at your entrance. You have been trying not to elicit any sounds because you didnât want to see that stupid smirk on his face. Your breath was heavy in your chest though. He then instead inserted two of his fingers into your dripping pussy. You let out a low hum, you wanted a little more.Â
âThere you are. Was worried you had lost your voice.âÂ
He switched from using both hands to just one, with his two fingers moving in and out of you. His thumb still circling your clit. He had laid himself down on the bed next to you now, he was playing with a piece of your hair, and looking at you with an amusing smile.Â
Before you were able to say anything, he pushed his fingers into you deeper and he was touching a spot that could easily make you come. It forced a moan out of your mouth. Which seemed to surprise the both of you.Â
âYou really needed it bad huh?â He laughed a little at your little noises and faces you were making.Â
He was right.Â
You turn your head to the side so you donât have to face him but he stays with you. He had to take his fingers out of you, and adjust his arm but he slipped his fingers right back inside you but this time adding another one. You moan softly into the sheets. He uses his other hand to move some hair away from your face and he leaves little bites into your shoulder.Â
âThree fingers already? You must be desperate for it,â he pumps his fingers in and out of you faster. Making that little curling motion that is driving you crazy. Your breathing was quick. âCan I make you cum with just my fingers?âÂ
âGod shut up already.â You groan, but mostly at the feeling. He had you in the palm of his hand so easily.
âIâm good.â He hums, looking down at his fingers which were covered in your arousal. It made his cock twitch, he wanted to replace his fingers and fuck you but there was something satisfying seeing you all quiet and annoyed just with his fingers. âAnnoying you seems to turn me on.â
âStop.â You gasp but Jungkook picked up the pace of his fingers, and a soft moan left you. You mentally cursing yourself out. âYou always this chatty during sex? Feel bad for any girls prior to me.â
Jungkook shook his head, âNah, I usually have my tongue inside them by now.â
âYou sure are confident in your skills.â Acting as if what he said didnât send a wave of arousal through you.Â
Jungkook did a few harder thrusts of his fingers and you moan and your eyes fall shut.Â
âJust say please, and that can be you too.â He whispers and he kisses your skin.Â
âIâm never begging you for anything.âÂ
âNights still young.â
He had gotten a good rhythm with his fingers now. Touching you in just the right way. You were trying to fight the high off as best you could. Jungkook could tell you were trying to fight it but he wanted to get you off. Would be funny in a way that he could make you cum so fast even though you despise him. He begins to suck on your neck, just in a nice little spot and makes goosebumps rise all over your body.Â
âYou really seem to want to get me off? Didnât think youâd be so considerate considering how selfish you are during the daytime.â There was that competitive streak again, that same part of your that is protesting this whole thing.Â
âI may not like you, doesnât mean I donât want you to cum.â
Jungkook then lowers himself down to press his tongue flat against your clit. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling. He keeps working his fingers in and out of you. He only sucks on your clit one more time because he wanted just his fingers to do the work here. He brings his other hand down to rub your clit as his other hand fucks you. You were letting small moans fall from you. It turning him on more than he wanted to admit.
It doesnât take much longer but a few more pumps of his fingers he gets your cumming onto them. You grinding on his fingers. You come down quickly and your face was completely red. Jungkook just smiling down to you. Jungkook then removes his fingers from you with a small protest from you. Licking all of your arousal off them.Â
âThatâs unfortunate, you taste really good.â He did sound a little disappointed at the discovery.Â
âYouâre such a dick.â
âRelax, Iâm not even done.â Jungkook let out and exasperated sigh, he wanted you to just trust the process but he should have guessed you give him a hard time.
âAddicted yet?â
âNot even slightly.â
You wanted to take back control since he had his moment of slight dominance over you. You pull Jungkook back onto the bed turn yourself around and swing your legs over his waist and pin him down on the bed. Jungkook knew it was painfully obvious how hard he was in his trousers and you were sitting right on top of it. You couldnât help the pressure made your mouth drop open a little. You wanted to feel his dick stretch you out. Not just yet though.Â
You run your hands over his chest slowly, and you begin to grind yourself into his crotch. You were a skittle swollen and sensitive but it seems to drive him a little crazy. His eyes had fluttered closed, enjoying the feeling of the pressure on his cock. You lean down close to his ear.
âLooks like Iâm not the only one that seems to need it badly.â You grind into his dick a little more forcefully. Jungkook moans a little bit and his hands have found the way to your ass, trying to guide you but you donât let him take control of the pace. You keep your hip movements slow and taunting.
âShit.â He whispers, followed by a soft moan.Â
âThink I could make you cum just by grinding on you? No chance to even slip yourself inside of me?â You're pushing him a little. You would not let this night go without getting fucked but making him cum just like this also sounded hot. Cum in his pants and then leave him here.
âNot a chance.â He says almost like he could hear your thoughts. âIâm fucking you tonight.â
He sits up, keeping you pressed into him. His hand found its way into your hair and pulled your head back. Keeping his other hand on your ass. Again trying to take the control back from you but you keep your hips still.Â
Jungkook runs his mouth over the side of your neck again, letting his hot breath fan over you. Then finding that same spot earlier that made you twitch. Attaching his mouth there and keeping his one hand tangled in your hair. You hum softly, and Jungkook tries to use his hand to encourage your hips to move. You refuse.Â
âSay please and I just might move.â You laugh under your breath. Jungkook squeezes your hip, he was getting really desperate though, he needed the friction for some relief.Â
âSo annoying.â He mumbles against your skin and bites you lightly, âPlease.â
Thank god, because you needed the friction too. You grind your hips down into him and he moans but this wasnât enough. You were making a mess on the top of his pants for sure but you didnât care, it would be his problem tomorrow.Â
Jungkook leaned away from you. Resting on one of him arms and just watched you move for a moment, it felt like he actually was in some sort of twisted dream. Because you of all people, were here dry humping him in his hotel room, and you both were really liking it. Your face was all twisted up and breathing heavily as you chased your high. Jungkook needed this to end though.Â
âOkay.â You stop for a moment and sigh, your legs were getting a little tired from the position. âI need⊠huh.â You mumble under your breath. Jungkook gave you a confused look.
âWhat was that?.â Jungkook smirks and he grinds his hips up into you. You moan a little but hit his chest to protest the movement.
âPlease fuck me.â Your plea comes out more pathetic than you wanted. You wanted him to pound into you though.Â
âI thought you werenât going to beg me for anything?âÂ
âIâm not saying it again.âÂ
Jungkook takes no pause and he lifts you off of him, and he kisses you so desperately before placing you back on the bed. He wastes zero time in getting off his pants and boxers. His dick springs free and you were upset but also glad to see it was a good size. Of course heâd have a nice dick, how fucking annoying.Â
You couldnât help but think about sucking him off though.Â
Watching him unfold for you. Itâd be nice. Unfortunately it was never going to happen. You just needed a good fuck and then you can go back to absolutely hating each other. Heâs still vile⊠Just for this moment though, he is incredibly desirable.Â
âYou got a bit of drool coming out of your mouth.â He teases you. You look away and scoff. Jungkook grabs something from his bag which proves to be a condom, quickly unpackaging it and rolling it onto his dick.
âYou just had condoms at the ready?â You ask.Â
âI didnât, Taehyung gave me some. âJust in caseâ, his words not mine.â Jungkook leans two hands on each side of the bed next to you. âI wasnât planning on sleeping with anyone.âÂ
âFind that hard to believe.â
He gave you a confused expression.Â
âHow so?â
âIsnât this your kind of guys stomping ground? Arenât weddings like prime hookup locations. Taehyung always seems to have some wedding hookup story.â You sit up, coming closer to Jungkookâs face.Â
âTell me what âmy type of guyâ is then?â He was getting annoyed, and it honestly made you happy.Â
âAssholes. Havenât said it to you in the last twenty minutes so you probably forgot what you were.â You tilt your head in innocence. You were poking the bear, but you may be starting to regret it because you might be cutting your fuck short.
âWell, you just let this asshole finger you.â He tilts his head in the same direction as you, then using one of his hands to move some hair off your shoulder.Â
âA minor lapse in judgment, Iâm sure.â You place a hand on the back of his neck, you needed him close again. Due to your own inability to not fight with Jungkook, you were cooling off.Â
Jungkook leans close and kisses you again, head still spinning. You called him and asshole and he was willingly kissing you now. So strange but it was working for the both of you. One of his hands goes down to his cock and strokes himself slowly but then moves on top of you more. He then presses his tip down onto your clit and you break your kiss to gasp. Â
âThen let me fuck you and we can be done with it.â
He was staring at you so intensely, he needed you. You needed to give up this fight, you needed him too. You nod and he pulls himself back for a second. You donât think you can face him during this, you decide to flip yourself over instead. You almost preferred it in this position anyways.
âAwe what?â You heard him laugh under his breath and you scoff. âThink you might fall in love with me if you look at me the whole time?â
âYeah right. Iâm here for one thing only and I can only hope you can actually deliver.â You sigh, Jungkook had reached over to the top of the bed for a pillow. He lifted your hips which surprised you and shifted the pillow underneath your hips.Â
Maybe he did know what he was doing.Â
He begins to climb on top of you, he presses a bunch of kissing up your back and up to your neck, sucking on a spot there. Your body is completely flooded with heat. He breaks away from you, one of his hands on his dick, stroking it a couple of times.Â
âStill time to back out now Jeon.â You say, tilting your head to the side to look back to him.Â
âNah, I need to feel you cum around me.â He was completely serious.Â
He pressed the tip of his dick to your entrance, playing with you as he swirls it around and he just watches your reaction. He could see itâs driving you nuts. How badly you want him to sink his dick deep inside of you. You bite your lip to fight back the moans he could be eliciting from you.Â
âMoan for me baby. You know you want too.â
âAnd let you have the satisfaction? No.â
âWhat a brat.â his tone was lower.Â
You both were thinking the same thing. You were both a little hesitant because this was it. It would be real, you would have fucked each other after this.Â
Jungkook presses the tip of his dick into you and it elicits a small noise from you. He pushes his dick in more, slowly and you could feel every tiny movement. He slowly stretches you out so you can take the full length. His breath was rather ragged, and his eyes were shut. He didnât completely bottom out yet but he pulls himself out and then pushes himself in again. You groan at the movement. You hated how much he was driving you crazy and how desperately you were wanting him to pound into you.Â
âJungkook please.â You needed it.
âOh yeah?â he opens his eyes. âWhat do you need?â
âEnough teasing. Just fuck me.â You grip onto the sheets below you, you needed it so bad and your breath was all ragged and desperate.Â
Jungkook observes you for a moment, you had laid your head to the side so he could examine your expression. You were desperate. He brought his hands up on top of yours gripping onto them. He then completely bottoms out inside you, which forces a moan out of you. Itâs soft but itâs like music to Jungkookâs ears.Â
âI win.â he says with a chuckle.Â
He doesnât give you much time to react before he pulls himself all they way out and shoves his dick all the way back in again. Wanting to feel every inch of your pussy around him. Each thrust forces a small moan out of you. You want to move your arms but Jungkook kept you in place. He is rocking you back and forth with each thrust and pounding all the way inside you.Â
The sound of his thrust and his pelvis slapping against your skin is so lewd. Its driving you crazy. Both of your moans fill the room. He bites down onto your shoulder and you swear it felt electric.Â
âJesus your fucking wet.â He is so out of breath. He canât get enough.Â
You canât either.Â
âOh my god.â You moan, you feel the swell of your climax rising again. Jungkook has been stroking a part of your pussy with his dick and itâs driving you insane. You have never cum from penetration sex this quickly before. Â
He slowed for a second. Moving his hand between your pussy and the pillow. Rubbing your clit. He was going to make you cum again, he was messing with you earlier but he didnt want you to feel good. You press your forehead deep into the mattress. Just letting whatever sound was in you out. You were almost running away from his touch and you push backwards just forced your ass into his pelvis. Pushing his dick deeper.Â
 Double edged sword here, nowhere for you to escape. He did a few slower thrusts while he did this, keeping a certain rhythm. Before you are able to even think, your climax rolls over you again and youâre squeezing Jungkook's dick and he takes this moment to go a little faster with his thrusts while you ride it out on him. Â
âFuck.â you let a long dragged out moan, as Jungkook rides you through your high.Â
âThatâs right baby use me.â His hot breath fans over your skin. âI-Iâm also close.â
You continue to hang onto his hand as he rocks into you. Filling you up completely. Never stopping for a second as you come off your climax. The stimulation felt crazy, you almost didnât want to stop. Consider asking him to eat you out and make you come all over again. Then Jungkook gets a little sloppier in his thrusts as heâs close to his climax.Â
âComing, coming.â His breath catches in his throat as you feel him fill up the condom.Â
He thrust a few more times but slows to a stop. Both of your breathing in sync. He rests his head on your back. You both just stay there for a minute. His cock still buried in you. You both relish what just happened. It felt really good.. Really really good⊠but oh my god.Â
You just fucked Jungkook.
How, bizarre.
Jungkook kissed your shoulder softly before pulling away and getting out of bed. He stood too quickly, feeling a little dizzy, but more from the weight of what had just happened. You stifled a small whine at the loss of contact, quickly covering your mouth. He chuckled through his heavy breaths, but you couldnât look at himâyour face was already burning with embarrassment.Â
What the hell did I just do?
You didnât want to think about it, but you couldnât help yourself. The guy you hated more than anyone was just in bed with you. His hands, his mouth, his entire presenceâeverything felt so good, too good. You hated him, didnât you? This shouldnât have happened. Yet, the feeling of him still lingered on your skin, and worse, a part of you already missed it.
Reality hit harder the moment you sat up. How long had the two of you been gone? You turned over, and Jungkook was already reaching out a hand to help you up. We canât stay here. We need to get back. He held your dress in his other hand. Â
âThank you. We need to get back.â You say at almost a whisper as you begin to redress yourself.Â
You rushed into the bathroom, flicking on the light. Seeing yourself in the mirror made everything feel even more real. Your hair was a mess, and you looked⊠well, you looked like youâd just been thoroughly fucked. You wiped at your neck where heâd left a tiny mark, hidden easily enough, but tomorrow? You were going to have to get creative.Â
Jungkook, meanwhile, was dressing in the other room, moving on autopilot. He stared at his ruined slacks, feeling a strange satisfaction. Damn, what did we just do? He hadnât expected any of this, not with you. You were the last person he ever thought he'd sleep with, but there you were, both standing at the edge of something that shouldnât have happened.
I donât regret it, though. Should I? He shook his head. It canât happen again.
When you came back out, dressed, Jungkook saw the tension written all over your face, mirroring his own. It was thick between you, the weight of what just happened hanging in the air. He cleared his throat, glancing at his phone.
He cleared his throat. âYeah we should hurry.â He had checked the time on his phone, it was well past time that the two of you needed to be back.
The air felt tense between the two of you. What you both just did felt amazing but you also fucking despise this guy. You pretty sure that hate didnât go away. Knowing what he can do in bed though certainly makes that feeling all the more confusing.Â
I guess you just go back to hating the guy. He would go back to hating you.
âIâm going to go down first.â You said and you donât look at him.Â
He hums in agreement. Better to not show up together, not that you believe anyone would be at all suspicious of what you two had done.
âThis is never happening again.â You say back, a seriousness behind your voice.Â
It shouldnât happen again. You're reeling a little but from the touch of Jungkookâs skin, how it made you feel so warm. So inviting, even though he makes you burn with a fiery rage.Â
Your head was completely cloudy, and your mouth with the left over taste of a cigarette.Â
Downstairs, you entered the rehearsal as if nothing had happened. The walk had been a blur, your mind still buzzing from the touch of his skin, the way he made you feel even though you despised him. Your heart was still pounding, but you pushed it all aside when Melanie spotted you.
âThank God, everythingâs a mess. Where have you been?â she asked, concern mixed with curiosity.
You pulled yourself together, forcing a smile. âSorry, Jungkook and I were⊠talking. I think weâre good now.â
âTalking?â She raised an eyebrow, clearly suspicious. âYou guys actually talked?â
âYeah, sort of,â you replied, keeping it casual. âNo more fighting this weekend.â
After some time Jungkook also rejoined the party. You spent the entire party not speaking and not even looking at each other. Nothing else happened, like it never happened. A secret the two of you could bury way deep down. Except it kept playing over in your mind into the next morning. You were completely distracted getting dressed and doing hair and makeup.
Ash definitely took notice.
"Hey, where did you disappear to last night?" Ash tapped your shoulder, snapping you out of your thoughts.
You blinked a few times, trying to refocus. Whereâs my head right now? Well, you knew exactly where. You were still reeling from last night, mentally replaying every fight with Jungkook, trying to figure out how the two of you ended up⊠here.
âOh.â You forced a casual tone, definitely not because you had slept with the person you hated most. âJungkook and I got into a fight.â
âShocker.â Ash rolled her eyes, not even mildly surprised.
âIt was bad this time. Namjoon stepped in, got mad, so we took it outside...â You trailed off, hoping that would be enough to dodge further questions.
She raised a hand, halting you. âIf youâre about to tell me you punched him and I missed it, Iâm going to be pissed.â
You laughed. âI didnât punch him. Wanted to, though.â
âSo, what happened?â She raised an eyebrow, her curiosity not dropping.
Nothing Iâm admitting out loud.
âWe came to a truce... of sorts.â You gulped.
âI donât get why heâs always up your ass.â Ash finally seemed to let it go. âWhat was he picking a fight about this time?â
âHe just wanted to piss me off, I guess.â
At that moment, Melanie stepped out of the dressing room, her hair, makeup, and dress all done. She looked beautiful. Her mom and sister fussed over minor details, but she was radiant, if a little nervous. Hopefully, sheâd relax more once we started pictures.
Apparently, sheâd had a minor meltdown about dinner last night because the caterers were short on some items, which shifted the schedule. She seemed to have forgotten about it this morning, though. Youâd gone straight to the reception area to help smooth things over.
For all the times Melanie had helped you, it was a small favor. Hopefully, today would go smoothly.
âYou look so beautiful,â you say, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
âNo crying!â Melanie waves you off frantically. âThe makeup cannot get messed up!â
She fans her face like crazy, trying to hold it together. You glance over at Ash, whoâs already wiping away a tear.
âAsh!â You bump her gently.
âI canât help it,â she mutters, dabbing under her eyes with her fingers.
âMelanie, we need to get down to the fountain for the reveal and photos,â the wedding planner calls out as she steps into the room. You glance at your phone and realize timeâs running outâyou need to get out of the hotel room now.
âI know, I know.â Melanie smooths out her dress, her mom hovering nearby trying to fuss with her hair, but Melanie waves her away.
Grabbing your bouquets, you start ushering everyone out the door. Itâs a bit chaotic navigating through the hotel, with guests stopping every few steps to offer their congratulations. Itâs sweet, but youâve got a time limit, and you and Ash do your best to shield Melanie from well-wishers, playing defense as you maneuver outside.
Eventually, you make it to the courtyard. The photographer, who had been by earlier to get pictures of the hair and makeup process was here again, had gone ahead to get some shots of Namjoon before the big reveal.
âHeâs going to bawl like a baby,â you say with a smile, and Melanie laughs in agreement.
âHe is so going to cry.â
âYou are too, though. I expect full waterworks.â You nudge her playfully.
âIâve got tissues at the ready,â Ash announces, pulling out a small packet of tissues stashed between her boobs.
âNo one wants your boob tissues!â you protest, cringing a little.
âSays you!â Ash pouts, stuffing the tissues back into her bra defiantly.
You all come to a halt as the photographerâs voice carries around the corner. Deciding to check if everythingâs set, you sneak ahead and peek around the wall leading to the fountain. Namjoon stands facing the water, the photographer taking a few last shots of him.
You run back to Melanie and whisper, âWeâre ready.â
She takes a deep breath before stepping forward. You, Ash, and the others stay back to watch the exchange.
The photographer takes a few more photos of Melanie as she approaches Namjoon from behind. Finally, the photographer waves her forward to tap him on the shoulder. He turns slowly, his eyes still closed.
You hear Melanie giggle softly as she pats him again to get him to open his eyes. The second he does, Namjoon doesnât hesitateâhe pulls her into his arms and lifts her off the ground, spinning her around like sheâs the most precious thing in the world.
He sets her down gently, taking a moment just to look at her. You canât hear what he says, but the words clearly make Melanie smile before they kiss. Itâs such a tender moment that you feel your own eyes start to well up.
The photographer waves you all over, and you, Ash, Serena, and her mom step out from behind the wall, walking toward the fountain. As you get closer, itâs clearâNamjoon and Melanie are both absolute blubbering messes, completely lost in the moment. More touching than youâd imagined.
âOh no,â you laugh and smile fondly at the both of them, âNot the both of you.â
Namjoon is wiping his eyes, and Melanie is also wiping his face while she wipes her own.Â
âI canât stop.â He says so innocently.Â
âShit I canât stop either.â Melanie is trying to fan herself.Â
Ash comes to the rescue, with now an unpacked tissue. You laugh to yourself a little.Â
âNever thought I would be so happy to see a boob tissue.â Melanie laughs and accepts the tissue.Â
âA what?â Namjoon asks and looks between you.Â
âDonât worry about it.â You pat him on the shoulder.Â
They both try to pull themselves together, with joyful sniffles. Namjoon didnât let go of her for a second. His eyes are filled with nothing but her. It makes your heart scream.
âOkay, now we can get pictures with everyone.â The photographer yells a little louder. The fountain as a little loud for everyone to hear. You didnât seem to notice she was actually trying to call over the groomsmen who were waiting a ways away.Â
âHey guys!â Namjoon calls and does that cool like two finger in your mouth whistle thing.Â
You and Ash both try to mimic Namjoon and fail miserably. Just getting spit on your hands.Â
The groomsmen usher their way over and are ready and waiting for instructions.Â
âOkay, we will start getting a picture of everyone lined up! Bride and groom in the middle and then the maid of honor and the best man.âÂ
Everyone lined up in order and Ash placed herself behind you. You get a couple of shots like this, some serious and some goofy. You couldnât wait to see them later.Â
âOkay letâs get a picture of just the groomsmen and the bridesmaids really quick.âÂ
She waves for Melanie and Namjoon to step away from the group really quick. You then come face to face with the scum of the earth himself. You had been avoiding acknowledging him up until this point. Jungkook just gives you the widest shit eating grin he can muster. You canât help but have a look of disdain. His look is the one that says âwe fucked last nightâ.
Fucking embarrassing.Â
âMorning.â He says a little too pridefully.
âStop looking at me like that.â You groan before standing immediately next to him, making sure you arenât touching.Â
âPlay nice you two.â You hear Namjoon call off from the side, some of the other snicker knowing exactly who heâs addressing.
âI think we can take a picture, Namjoon.â You smile almost embarrassed, everyone else very audibly disagrees.
âSure, we can.â Jungkook says, âAt least I can.âÂ
You just shake off the comment.Â
Once the group shot is finished, you waste no time putting distance between yourself and Jungkook, stepping away as quickly as possible. The other bridesmaids follow your lead, and the groomsmen do the same, splitting into their own groups. Namjoon and Melanie are ushered back for more couple shots, their laughter filling the air as the photographer clicks away.
âJungkook canât leave you alone for one day, huh?â Ash breaks the silence in your head.
âSeriously,â you sigh.
âHe really does like provoking something out of you, doesnât he?â she adds with a knowing grin.
âThis is exactly what Iâve been saying!â You throw your arms up dramatically, earning a laugh from her.
You glance back at Namjoon and Melanie. They look absolutely radiant, like theyâre in their own little world. Namjoon hasnât taken his eyes off her the entire time.
âThey look so happy, donât they?â Ash comments, her gaze softening as she watches the couple.
You nod, a slight smile tugging at your lips. âYeah, they really do.â
âGot your sights set on anyone for the evening?â Ash wiggles her eyebrows mischievously.
âThat was random.â You give her a look. âAnd no, Iâll probably be going to bed early tonight. This wedding has been months of stress on the brain. Iâll be happy to turn in, thanks.â
âThatâs exactly why you should stay up! Youâve helped Melanie plan this whole thing from the very beginning. You deserve to enjoy it too!â Ash grins widely, nudging you playfully.
You roll your eyes. âSeeing Melanie happy is all the reward I need from today. No random hook-up is going to top that.â and you know⊠you already had one.
âUgh, youâre no fun.â She leans against you, feigning a whine.
âI donât know,â you muse. âIâm just not interested unless itâs with someone who looks at me like how Namjoon looks at Melanie.â You gesture toward the couple, where Namjoon is still gazing at his bride-to-be like sheâs the only person in the world.
Ash cocks her head. âHow would you describe it?â
You pause, watching as Melanie stumbles near the fountain, nearly pulling Namjoon with her. For a second, your heart skips a beat, but they both catch themselves, bursting into laughter. The moment is so full of joy, so genuine, you canât help but sigh.
âHe looks at her like he canât breathe without her. Like sheâs the air that keeps him going. And itâs the same the other way around. They push each other to be better, to grow. And somehow, through that, they keep falling deeper in love.â Your voice grows soft, almost wistful. You want that too, you realize. But it feels out of reachâlike something only other people get to have.
Ash is quiet for a moment before she nods. âI get it. You want someone to breathe for, too. Someone who makes you want to be better.â
She pinches your cheek playfully, making an exaggerated cooing sound, and you swat her hand away, laughing.
âNot just that,â you add thoughtfully. âI want someone who makes me feel like fire too.â
Ash raises an eyebrow, teasing. âYou want someone to set you on fire? Kinky.â
You shove her with a grin. âYou know what I mean. I want tenderness, but I also want passion. The kind that burns. Most people donât really want the specific kind of passion Iâm looking for.â
Ash considers this for a moment, and you both fall into a comfortable silence. Itâs not something you talk about oftenâyour idea of love. Mostly because it seems too ideal, too unattainable. Youâve placed it high on a shelf, a fantasy youâve all but convinced yourself isnât real.
âI think youâll find that,â Ash hums after a while.
You shrug. âYeah? Well, let me know when you find them.â
âFind who?â
Of course, the second you think the day might calm down, Jungkook appears behind you, his voice as obnoxious as ever.
âSpeaking of fire extinguishers,â you mutter under your breath before turning to face him. âWhat do you want?â you ask, your tone dry.
âJust thought Iâd let you knowâyou look nice,â he says, flashing you that infuriating smile again.
âWell, thatâsââ you start, but before you can finish, he adds.
âOh, not you. I was talking to Ash.â
You catch the smirk on his face and feel your cheeks flush. Of course. Why were you even surprised? Heâs just determined to remind you of how much of a mistake last night was.
âYou really came over here just for that?â you ask, your patience wearing thin.
âYup,â he says, popping the âpâ like itâs the most satisfying thing in the world.
âFuck you.â
âFunny you say that, Ashââ Jungkook starts to reply, but you shove him away before he can finish.
You glare at him, but he doesnât press the issue. Instead, he steps back with a smirk, clearly content with having annoyed you. Linking arms with Ash, you walk away, putting as much distance between the two of you as possible.
âJust ignore him. Stay ten feet away all day.â
âWe have to walk down the aisle together.â
Ash sighs. âOkay, other than that, stay ten feet away from him.â
The pictures had finally wrapped up, after what felt like a few thousand poses in every scenic corner of the hotel. The fairy tale vibe was exactly what Melanie had dreamed of, but now it was getting close to go time.
Except, of course, you couldnât find the Best Man.
You paced around the ceremony hall, looking for Jungkook. He had exactly one job, and he managed to vanish right before it. Frustration boiled in your chest. Naturally, heâd run off now.
âWhere the hell is he?â you muttered, stepping outside into the warm afternoon air. The sun greeted you, but so did the smell of cigarettes. A flash of last night flickered across your mind. Nope. Not going there.
You rounded the corner, and there he was. Of course. Standing there like nothing was wrong, cigarette in hand. Taehyung was next to him, equally guilty.
âWhat the hell are you two doing?â Your voice is coming out a little more aggressive than you intended.
âOh my god,â Taehyung grabbed his chest in shock and held the cigarette away from him, âhow did this get in my hand!â He threw the cigarette down like it had betrayed him and gave you his most innocent look.
Jungkook just stood there, holding the cigarette in his mouth and taking in a long breath.Â
âJust get your ass inside.â You look pointedly at Taehyung and he bows his head a little.
âSorry, Iâm going.â He drops his cigarette on the ground and stomps it out.Â
He then runs past you to head on inside and you follow him with your head, before you turn to look back at Jungkook. Who has not put out his cigarette.Â
âWell?â you say folding your arms over your chest.Â
He looks at you confused like he is supposed to do something.
âAre we supposed to be somewhere right now?â He says sarcastically, almost playful. Now coming your direction.Â
âDonât start with me, you damn well know we need to be lining up to walk down that aisle in like five minutes and youâre out here smoking!â you rub the side of your head, you really didnât want to do this right now.Â
âIâm kidding Iâm sorry I really thought we had more time,â he drops his cigarette and stomps it out, unfinished, âLets get this show on the road.â
For once, he didnât argue. Progress.
âThank you,â you muttered, leading the way back inside.
âNo problem,â he said, tone as dry as sandpaper. Â
You turned around and you went inside first. He was close behind you heading back into the ceremony hall. You rushed a little because you had to go be in line right now or the wedding coordinator would have your head. Ash was in the line in front of you and had your flowers ready for you to grab when you got in line.Â
You and Jungkook were in the back of the line so that when you lined up you would be first behind the bride and groom at the alter.Â
You mouth a âthank youâ to Ash as you take them and hold it in your right hand. You look next to you and Jungkook is already holding his arm for you to take. You groan a little bit and wrap your arm around his.Â
âYou stink.â You huff.
âDidnât seem to be a problem yesterday-âŠâ
âShut the fuck up.â
You elbowed him hard, earning a gasp, but he recovered quickly. Just as you settled in, Melanie popped up behind you, looking like she might explode from excitement or nerves.
âAre you two going to be okay back here?âÂ
âYes you just focus on your wedding.â You give her a soft smile.
âYou look lovely Melanie.â Jungkook looks back at her and smiles.
âAwe thank you Jungkook. Stop giving my maid of honor a hard time.â She pats him on the shoulder.Â
âFine, only for you though.â He smiles very genuinely.Â
The music in the Ceremony Hall began and everyone in front of you started walking down the aisle. You smile back to Melanie one more time before you and Jungkook begin to walk.Â
The ceremony went off without a hitch. Namjoon and Melanieâs vows were beautiful, heartfelt, and perfect.
But the day was far from over.
As soon as the ceremony ended, you slipped out to the reception hall, tackling Melanieâs last-minute worries so she could enjoy some alone time with Namjoon. It was a long dayâthey deserved a moment to themselves.
Unfortunately, things werenât running as smoothly here. The DJ was late, so you had to improvise. The hotel lent a larger speaker, and the planner decided to shuffle the scheduleâdinner and speeches first, dancing later.
Most of the guests had already arrived, found their seats, and were milling around. The open bar helped keep them entertained. Ash was busy working the room, chatting with everyone and keeping things lively, while you stayed on the outskirts, handling logistics.
Stationed by the front door, you kept an eye on the time, knowing youâd need to get things rolling soon, even without a DJ.
âHello.â Jungkookâs voice rang next to you.
âYes?â You look at him blankly.
âCan I help with anything?âÂ
âNo.â You sniff and continue doing what you were doing.Â
You walk away from him and he keeps right on your toes. He expected that exact answer from you but he didnât stop. He placed himself in front of you, making you come to a halt.Â
âOh come on. There is seriously nothing I can help you with? You look like youâre under a lot of stress.â
âNo, because I donât need your help Jungkook.â
He crossed his arms, irritation flashing across his face. âYou know this is my friendâs wedding too. Thought Iâd try to make things go smoother, but I guess youâve got it handled.â
âGreat, then go have a nice time,â you said, waving him off.
âYou seriously canât relinquish control if itâs me, huh? Whatââ
You angrily groan and push him a little further away from other guests and cover your ears with your hands in frustration.Â
âGod I canât do this right now Jungkook. I donât have the brain power to fight with you right now.â You let out a long sigh of anger. âJust go away.â
He was annoyed and so were you. You donât get why it was such a big deal and why you couldnât just let him help. You just didnât want him to ruin anything. You didnât know where that feeling came from, that he would ruin anything. Maybe just to spite you, because it felt like something he would do.Â
âSee this just makes me believe that last night was a waste of time. Nothingâs changed.â You rub your face a little bit.Â
âMaybe. Right now though we donât have time to deal with that.â His voice was pretty steady, he was feeling the same, âI can help though. Just tell me what I can do..âÂ
He was looking right at you. You hadnât looked straight at him. You let yourself for a moment though and he looked genuine.
âThe DJ isnât here.â You let go.Â
âOkay⊠we do have some music playing though.â
âOkay but no one is announcing Namjoon and Melanie.â
He cocked his head to the side like he was a little confused.Â
âAnnouncing them?â
âLike âLadies and gentlemen, for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Kimâ that whole thing.â You wave your hands around trying to describe it.Â
He just watches your hands fly around everywhere.Â
âOkay. Iâll do it then.â He says it so matter of factly, so easily. âWe have a microphone set up. I can easily introduce them. Maybe even throw in a joke or two.â Â
This was a small weight off your shoulder.Â
âI was honestly dreading having to do it. Iâm pretty worried about my speech. I donât like talking in front of others.âÂ
You had been dreading the thought. You made some note cards, they werenât very good and the story was pretty boring. It was still something.Â
âWell this is one less thing you need to worry about.â He gave you what looked like a little bit of a smile, âSee? I can be helpful.â
You roll your eyes.
âIâm sure your speech is great.â You mumble a little.Â
He had a certain confidence in himself that you envied a little bit.Â
Except you didnât because you would never envy Jungkook. Obviously.
Still.
âCan I read your speech?â Jungkook held out his hand like you were just going to hand over the cards.
âUh no.âÂ
âIâm sure itâs good.â
For some reasonâmaybe because you were already too stressedâyou actually did. You pulled the cards from your pocket and dropped them into his hand. He flipped through them with the speed of someone browsing a restaurant menu.
âItâs not that bad,â he said, still holding onto your cards.
âReally?â You picked at the skin on your thumb, surprised. It was weirdly nice hearing that.
âOh yeah,â he smirked, wiping his nose before leaning closer. âNow letâs see if you can remember it.â
He then slipped your cards into the inside of his jacket. Your eyes widened at the action and immediately lunged for him and he backed up.Â
âYouâre not fucking serious right now Jungkook.â You were trying to set him on fire with your eyes. He looked rather amused, âGive me back my cards before I kill you.â
He kept reaching out of your arm range. He knew if you got a hold of him, he was going to the ground for sure.Â
âCanât do that.â He grabs hold of one of your wrists and stops you. âSpeak from within.â
âIâm going to kill you. That is the worst advice!â You actually couldnât believe what was happening.Â
Was he fucking five years old?
âI didnât write down my speech.â He sounded so cheeky.
âGood for you.â You groaned, throwing your hands up. There was no way you were getting those cards back now.
He really was not going to give it back.Â
Jungkook, still looking way too pleased with himself, tapped the side of his jacket. âIâm serious, though. Youâll have better things to say than whatâs on these cards.â
âOkay, but not everyone can just whip it out like you!â
âWellââ
âDonât.â You cut him off, pointing a finger at his face as the joke formed in his mind. He was practically buzzing with the urge to say it, but you could see him weighing whether it was worth the inevitable wrath.
Just then, your phone buzzedâa message from Melanie letting you know they were waiting outside. Jungkook leaned over your shoulder and peeked at the message too.
âLooks like itâs showtime.â He grinned, leaning way too close to your ear before taking off in a jog across the room.
You watched, half-annoyed, half-amused, as he reached the speaker playing music and paused it. The roomâs chatter became the only sound as he tapped the microphone a few times, then cleared his throat loudly.
âMic works!â He beamed, casually removing it from the stand like he was born to hold it. All eyes turned toward him. âAlright, everyone, sorry for the delay! It is my absolute pleasure to present to you all, for the very first time... Mr. and Mrs. Kim!â
He started clapping before anyone else, but soon the whole room joined in, everyone turning toward the doors as Namjoon and Melanie made their entrance. They looked overjoyedâand completely exhaustedâbut the energy in the room was contagious. You clapped too, quietly slipping toward your table at the edge of the room.
As Namjoon and Melanie finally reached their seats, the room began to settle, everyone sitting down together just as you reached your chair.
Jungkook still has the microphone and is standing in the middle of the dance floor in front of everyone.Â
âSo, Iâm Jungkook as many of you know. The best man. It is my duty to let you know there has been a slight change of plan for the night folks.â He was really good at speaking to the whole room, âWe are going to get the kiss and cry out of the way first tonight so we can all party and celebrate with my wonderful friends here.â
He flashes a very genuine smile over to Namjoon and Melanie. Who were sitting so close they could have melted together.Â
âFirst thing I will say is drink responsibly tonight everyone!â He points around the room, âSpecifically you mister.â
He points over to Namjoon who raises his hands up in defense. Everyone laughs a little bit.
âSpeaking of whom,â Jungkook clears his throat, âI have a little story. We all know Namjoon to be kind of like a dad,â the guests all nod and agree, âHe is pretty responsible and takes care of others a lot. What some may not know though is Namjoon does not hold his alcohol very well.âÂ
Everyone in the room either laughed a little or let out some low chatter.Â
âNamjoon is actually a terrible lightweight. So he usually is the responsible one when we are out.â He paced around the room a little, âThis story has to do with the night he met Melanie. He had a terrible week at his job, several years ago now.â
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Four years prior.
Jungkook shoved his way into the bar, immediately swallowed by the crowd. It was packedâbusier than he'd ever seen it, and it made finding Namjoon seem impossible. He craned his neck, scanning over heads and across booths, trying to spot his friend among the chaos.
âCome on, manâŠâ Jungkook muttered, pulling out his phone and dialing Namjoonâs number, which, of course, went straight to voicemail. âYouâve gotta be kidding me.â
He sighed and left yet another voicemail.
âDude, the one time you decide to turn off your phone? Iâve been looking everywhereââ
Jungkook froze mid-sentence, spotting Namjoon on the dance floor, swaying wildly in a sea of strangers. He cut the call and couldnât help but laugh. Namjoon was not the kind of guy who danced with strangersâever. And yet, here he was, fruity cocktail in hand, looking like he was auditioning for some bizarre dance competition.
Jungkook fumbled for his phone again, snapping a quick picture to roast him with later.
âOh, buddy⊠you are done for,â he muttered, still laughing as he pushed through the crowd toward him.
Just as he was about to reach him, someone yanked Namjoon off the dance floor. Jungkook's eyes narrowed as he watched a girlâsomeone he didnât recognizeâdrag Namjoon over to a booth and force water down his throat like he was a wilting plant.
âDo you have any friends I can call?â she asked, practically shouting to be heard over the noise. Namjoon, half-asleep, slumped against her shoulder in a drunken stupor.
âI have a friend named Jeonnnnyyy,â Namjoon slurred, and Jungkook cringed, feeling secondhand embarrassment from a distance.
The girl sighed, shaking her head. âOkay, can I have your phone to call him?â
âNo no no no no no no,â Namjoon mumbled, waving his hands as if the mere thought of Jungkook seeing him like this was some mortal sin. âHeâd laugh at me.â
The girlâs patience was saintly. âIâm sure heâd be happy youâre alive, but sure, whatever you say. Let me just text himââ
âI canât leave. If I leave, I have to go back to work and get fired.â Namjoon hiccupped, sagging further into the booth. âI f-fucked up at work.â He looked like a kicked puppy, and it was almost pitiful.
The girl patted his arm reassuringly. âHey, we all screw up. Youâre not the first person to mess up at work. Trust me, I screw up all the time.â
Namjoon blinked at her, looking like heâd just found the meaning of life in her words. âYeah, but I canât screw up. I have to take care of everything.â His voice cracked with the weight of it, and he slouched even lower.
âWell, let me take care of you tonight,â she said softly, pushing his sweat-dampened hair back from his face. âJust for tonight. Let me carry the weight for a bit.â
Jungkook could see the change in Namjoonâs faceâa moment where everything clicked for him, and suddenly he was grounded. âYouâre beautiful,â he mumbled, almost too quietly for Jungkook to hear.
The girl laughed, brushing it off. âYouâre a mess, but thanks. Now, let me have your phone. Iâll call Johnny.â
That was Jungkookâs cue.
âJohnny here,â he announced, stepping up with a grin. âActually, it's Jungkook.â He clapped a hand on Namjoonâs shoulder, squeezing gently.
âJeonnnnyyy!â Namjoon cheered, looking up at him with bleary eyes, completely oblivious to the embarrassment of it all.
The girl stood and crossed her arms, her brow creased with concern. âYou know him? How did you even find us?â
Jungkook chuckled, pulling Namjoon to his feet. âHe called me before he decided to turn off his phone. Classic Namjoon move.â Namjoon practically collapsed into him, his weight dragging both of them down slightly. âI think itâs time to call it a night, buddy.â
With the girl helping to steady Namjoonâs other side, they guided him through the crowd and outside, plopping him down on a bench.
Jungkook pulled out his phone to order an Uber. âThanks for looking after him in there,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck. âHe usually doesnât need babysitting, but today was⊠rough.â
She smiled warmly, wiping some of the sweat from Namjoonâs face. âNo problem at all. Iâm Melanie, by the way.â She extended a hand, and Jungkook shook it gratefully.
âNice to meet you. Iâve got it from here, though. You should head back inside.â
Namjoon, however, had other plans. âStayyyy!â he chanted, practically bouncing on the bench. âDonât gooo!â
Melanie laughed but knelt in front of him, pressing a piece of paper into his hand. âHere. If you ever need to talk, give me a call, okay?â
Then like that she was gone and heading back inside. Namjoon held the piece of paper up above his head. Namjoon was smirking at him, just watching him completely star struck over this little piece of paper.Â
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âI got Namjoon home that night,â Jungkook said, laughing as he addressed the room at the reception. âAnd yes, I made sure to stick the little piece of paper on his fridge. Luckily, he didnât chicken out and actually called her.â
Namjoon stood up with a sheepish grin. âFull disclosure, he did stay at my place the next morning and bugged me non-stop until I called her.â
Some laughter came from around the room, Jungkook was soared through this with ease. Seeing you basically stare daggers into the side of his head the entire time.
âOkay fine, he was a little baby. Though the rest is history now.â He sighed, âDude you fucking scored.âÂ
He ran over to Namjoon really quick and gave him a fist bump.Â
âSeriously though, I could not be more happy than to be the best man at this wedding. Iâm so happy to see you this comfortable and at ease with someone. She is amazing. I couldnât be more excited to see how you two grow together. If I find someone who makes me just as happy or comfortable as Melanie does for you. I will consider myself lucky. Congratulations to the both of you.âÂ
Everyone clapped, and a few sniffles echoed through the room as Jungkook wrapped up his speech. You couldnât help but admire how effortlessly charming he was when addressing an audience. His story had been sweet, and it stirred fond memories in you. You recalled a slightly different version from Melanieâs perspectiveâshe had fallen for Namjoon that night, captivated by his blend of adorableness and vulnerability.
Thank goodness heâd called her.
You remembered how quickly theyâd started dating after that. They dove headfirst into a whirlwind of outings, and Melanie was completely smitten while Namjoon was lost in her. Their connection had been instant. Years had passed since that fateful first date, but today felt like the culmination of a long journeyâa day that had been long overdue.
âAlright, I now need to turn over the mic to my esteemed colleague.â Jungkook spun on his heel, his gaze locking onto you, and your heart leaped into your throat. That familiar, infuriating grin spread across his face. âLadies and gentlemen, the Maid of Honor!â
He strode over to you, extending a hand to help you up. You accepted it, grimacing at the unwanted attention, as he hoisted you to your feet. He placed the microphone in your hands, and you could feel all eyes on you as you made your way to the dance floor. Sweat prickled at your brow, and your nerves danced wildly in your stomach.
A quick glance at Ash, who gave you a thumbs-up, and Melanieâs encouraging cheers offered a semblance of comfort, though you still felt like you might explode.
âHi everyone, I am Y/N.â you managed, your voice wavering slightly. âI had a speech prepared for this occasion, but apparently, someone who shall remain namelessâdefinitely not Jungkookâdecided to take my notecards. So, Iâm winging it!â
That got you a few laughs, out of the corner of your eye you could see Ash hit Jungkook. You gripped the microphone tightly, focusing your gaze on the floor to steady your nerves.
âAnyway, I have a story thatâs somewhat fitting. Itâs about Melanie and Namjoonâs first dateâan experience that couldnât have gone more wrong. Namjoon had planned an elegant evening at a nice restaurant, but wouldnât you know it, the place caught fire when they arrived. So, they shifted gears and went to see a movie instead, which turned out to be utterly terrible.â
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd, and you took a deep breath, pushing on.
âDetermined to salvage the night, they decided to grab some snacks and hang out in a park. But hereâs where it gets really interestingâNamjoon accidentally caused Melanie to go into anaphylactic shock because he didnât know she was allergic to peanuts! And just when they thought things couldnât get worse, it started pouringâI'm talking a torrential downpour, not a light drizzle.â
âItâs true!â Melanie called out from the back, prompting you to scrunch your face playfully at him.
âSome would say that, yeah thatâs a really terrible date. Some may take that as a sign from the universe that you two shouldnât be together. I certainly did. Melanie had a different perspective...â
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âIâm your emergency contact?â You found Melanieâs bed in a far corner of the your own hospitals ER. You were technically in the middle of a shift when another nurse in the ER called you.
You had no idea Melanie had placed you down as her emergency contact. You were glad to see nothing crazy had happened. You came and sat in the chair that was available next to her.Â
âYeah, I donât have a lot of family in the city.â She looked embarrassed, she played with her hands in her lap. You took one of her hands.Â
âThis is not the place I like to see you in after a date, What happened?â You scrunch your eyebrows together in some serious concern.Â
âOh, I promise it was nothing insane. I had a reaction to some peanuts but Iâm really okay!â She assured you and she sat up in her bed.Â
âWell thatâs good, was the date good otherwise?â
âItâs actually been a crazy day. First the restaurant caught fire, our movie was terrible, I went into shock and then it rained on us.â She was laughing and you were confused, sounded like a really terrible date.Â
âOh my god.â You were in shock just listening to her. âSo Iâm assuming youâre never seeing this guy again?â
Before Melanie could get in a word, Namjoon had come back with some water cups. He was walking slowly as not to spill. You hadnât had a chance to see what this guy looked like. He was very handsome, no wonder Melanie suck around during this natural disaster.Â
âWater for you.â Melanie takes her water with a smile, âAnd Iâm sorry how about you take this one.â
Namjoon tries to pass you the other water but you wave him off to keep the water. He takes a different chair next to the bed.Â
âIâm Y/N, nice to meet you.â You give him a small wave and he nods. âYou must be Namjoon.â
âThatâs me.â He smiles, he looked embarrassed.
âYou donât have to stay Iâm really okay.â Melanie assures him.
âOh no itâs okay. I may go find where they put your jacket though, some nurse took it and hasnât brought it back.â Namjoon set down his cup and got up again to see if he could find the nurse.Â
âHeâs here?â You look back to Melanie.
âYeah he was so worried heâs stayed the whole time.â
âThatâs sweet. Do I need to scare him off?â You give her a serious look.
âNo no donât. I actually want to keep spending time with him.â She sits closer to you, âAll of those things did go wrong. Except all the conversations weâve had have been like⊠Itâs like Iâve never clicked so well with someone so fast. Heâs been very kind and is listening. He has very thoughtful and intelligent things to say to every topic I bring up. Heâs very goofy and awfully clumsy, but I never felt more safe. So I promise itâs okay.â
âStill, you donât know him.â You were hesitant.Â
âI swear to you that if anything happens Iâll call you in. Then we can kick his ass.â You placed a hand on your shoulder and you smile.Â
Melanie would probably break all of his bones before anything could happen.Â
âItâs funny though. I was serious. Itâs like every time I talk to him, Iâm just so at peace.â
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âI stuck around because, you know, your best friend has a medical emergency with a random guy; you canât just leave. We all talked for a while, but it became glaringly obvious when Namjoon came back that he was already so in love with her. I had never seen Melanie let her guard down with someone like that.â You chuckled, and everyone else joined in.
âThat night, Melanie came back to my place, and I swear she didnât shut up about himânot even for a second. She explained everything that happened in excruciating detail, and I thought it was the craziest first-date story Iâd ever heard. But that wasnât what captivated her. It was how Namjoon smiled, how kind and funny he was, how charming. She didnât care that everything had gone wrong; she only cared about seeing him again. That was when I knew this was serious. This wasnât just some flingâNamjoon was sticking around.â
You smiled at Melanie and Namjoon, realizing she had found exactly what sheâd been looking for. He was the one who would treasure her heart, never to crush it. You remembered the night she met him, how she called you about another idiot she had to rescue, how he reminded her of you and how stupid he was.
She was in love with Namjoon from the very first night.
âAll I have left to say is, Namjoon, Iâm sorry I thought you were a creep. I couldnât have asked for anyone better for Melanie to be with. Congratulations!â
You clapped, and everyone followed suit. Letting out a heavy breath of relief, you quickly made your way back to your seat. Ash was practically glowing, excitement written all over her face.
âThat was so good!â She pats you on the back a you sit down.
âIt was literally the only memory I could think of to be honest.â You scoot your chair in and you watch as dinner was being served to each table. Your food being sat in front of you.Â
You look back to Namjoon and Melanie who were only looking at each other. She was so happy, so in love, and has gotten everything she wanted. We finally made it to this day.
Thank god because you were over wedding planning for a long time.Â
âWe did it.â You said, Ash was also looking over at them.Â
âWe really did. Now we get to party and have a good time!â She looks at her drink for a moment and then hand sit to you, âDrink up. This night could only get better if you fall on your faceâÂ
You rolled your eyes and push her drink back over to her plate.Â
Everyone at dinner and mingled, a lot of the relatives from both Namjoon and Melanie's sides of the family came over and talked to you. Slowly everyone finished up and cake was also served. Namjoon and Melanie were not fond of the official cake cutting thing so they just wanted it to be served out once dinner was done. Everyone ate and mingled, and you got to hear lots of stories about Namjoon over the years. He really was just a good guy, everyone spoke of him so highly.Â
Even though he was one of your good friends, it was so interesting to hear about him from before.Â
You also got to hear some childhood stories about Melanie that you were going to keep in your memory for later. Definitely some embarrassing ones you can bring up at other times. Eventually the DJ showed up and everyone began to dance. Everyone is getting more and more drinks in them and loosening up. You were also one of these people. It was nice to finally wind down after a very stressful weekend.Â
Just dance and have a nice time.Â
You had gone back to your table though and it was now a slow song, which gave you a chance to be off your feet for a little while. You did take off your shoes and just watched everyone dance. Melanie and Namjoon had begun to make some rounds around the room to greet family they hadnât had a chance to speak too yet. Ash was off dancing with some cousin or other of someone.Â
You just took a sip of your drink and closed your eyes for a moment and just listened to the music.Â
âAll alone?â There he was, the little pest who had avoided you all night.Â
You open your eyes and look at Jungkook who has taken Ashâs vacant seat.
âI donât see you with anyone.â You let out an annoyed sigh.Â
âHmm not true. I have been chatting up that lovely young thing over there.â He points past you.Â
Heâs pointing to Melanie's widowed grandmother. You couldnât help but let out a laugh.Â
âSheâs way out of your league.â You take a sip of your drink.Â
âI know right.â He says matter of factly, âThought I would come over and give this back to you though.â
He places your cards back on the table, you slide them back over to yourself, lining up the edges of them.
âThat was a mean prank Jungkook.â You scowl at him.Â
âIt worked didnât it? Your story was great.âÂ
âI guess.â You donât look at him, âCan you go bother someone else now.â
âI canât. Unfortunately, I have been tasked to ask you to dance.âÂ
You snort, laughing right in his face, maybe louder than necessary. âYouâre kidding, right?â
He doesnât even flinch. âNope. Brideâs orders. She wants to see you âenjoy yourself.â Her words, not mine,â he says, looking as unenthusiastic as you feel.
Your eyes narrow as you scan the room, landing on Melanie, whoâs grinning like a Cheshire cat and motioning toward the dance floor. You shake your head at her, but she just waves and mouths the word âGo,â as if you have a choice.
You sigh dramatically. âDo we really need to do this?â
âItâs her day. One dance.â
You roll your eyes. âFine. One. But if you step on my foot, Iâm taking you down.â
He stands up, stepping around the table with that annoyingly smug look. âShall we?â His smile is barely there, but itâs cocky enough to make your blood boil.
âDonât push it,â you mutter, taking his hand. You barely make contact, hovering your fingers above his like even touching him might burn you. As he leads you onto the dance floor, you bury yourselves among the other couples, hoping no oneâs watching. His hand settles on your waist, and instinctively, you pull away.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. âItâs a dance, genius. I kind of have to touch you.â You begrudgingly let him place his hand back on your waist, feeling the heat of his fingers through the fabric. âNot like we havenât done more,â he adds with a smirk.
Your jaw tightens. âWe are not doing this right now.â
âWhy not? Itâs funny,â he says, grinning wider.
âItâs not funny. And if you make this a running joke, I swearââ
He cuts you off, still smiling. âAlright, no jokes. Just dancing.â
The silence between you is thick as you sway to the music, the tension almost unbearable. Every inch of you screams to get away, but somehow, you stay. His body is warmâtoo warmâand itâs irritating how natural it feels to fall into rhythm with him. You hate it.
âThis could be worse,â he murmurs, voice softer than you expect.
âYeah, I could be dancing with someone I actually like,â you shoot back, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
His eyes flick down to meet yours. âAlways so charming,â he says, rolling his eyes. âYou donât have to make this harder.â
You smirk, the alcohol making you bolder. âOh, trust me, I can make it way harder if you want.â
He snorts. âOf course youâd take it there.â
âJust saying. Youâre the one who couldnât keep it together last night,â you bite back, giving him a pointed look. Jungkook competitive side kicking into gear.
His hand tightens ever so slightly on your waist. âYouâre really gonna go there?â
âYou started it.â
Shaking his head. âFine. This isnât so bad, right? Weâve done worse things together.â
You bristle at his words, heat rising to your cheeks. âLike I said, letâs not make this a thing.â
âFine. But donât act like it wasnât on your mind.â His voice is low, taunting. It had been on your mind, but you had been doing your best to push it to a deep place inside you to forget.
You glare up at him. âI barely remember it.â
He grins, leaning in just enough that you can smell the cigarettes and cologne on him. âSure you donât.â
You roll your eyes, willing your heart to stop racing. âWhatever. This is officially the worst slow dance of my life.â
âMine too,â he says, but thereâs something in his tone that makes you think heâs not completely serious.
The song drags on, slow and painful. Finally, you break the silence. âSo... back to hating each other after tonight?â
He meets your eyes, his smirk fading just slightly. âThatâs the plan, isnât it?â
You hesitate for a second longer than you should. âYeah. I guess so.â
Thereâs a flicker of something in his expressionâsomething you donât have time to figure out before he lets you go, stepping back as the song ends.
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Brother's Best Friend - Part 7
Jake Seresin x F!Reader
A/N: Yay we're finally back with our favorite BBF! This chapter was inspired by a photo of Glen at an amusement park that's been floating around recently. If anyone could convince me to step foot into a haunted house, it would be Jake.
Summary: The trials and tribulations of falling for your brother's best friend.
CW: Haunted house attraction with mild (fake) gore, swearing, SLOW BURN YOU'VE BEEN WARNED DON'T COME FOR ME XD
WC: 3000+
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âI donât do haunted houses,â you say when Jake makes the suggestion for the fourth time that afternoon.
He and Bradley have just returned from the river log ride completely soaked and stupidly giddy. Jake raises his eyebrows at you. âYouâll go on the tallest roller coaster in the park but youâre afraid of a couple of zombie clowns?â
You cringe. âWhat the fuck are zombie clowns?â
Jake shrugs. âWhatever they are. Itâll be fun.â
âYouâre really selling it,â you respond dryly. âBut I think Iâll stick to the funnel cake.â You nod toward the stand a few yards away.
âYou already skipped out on the log ride,â Bradley complains.
You eye his still-dripping shorts with a grimace. âItâs barely 60 degrees,â you say, tugging up on the zipper of your hoodie for emphasis.
Jake plants himself across from you at the bistro table and leans into it to get your attention. âYou donât actually want to sit here by yourself for another hour, do you?â
You shrug, glancing around. âI donât mind, actually,â you say, your gaze drifting with the crowd as you pick out the best looking males. âI got asked out twice while you two were gone.â
Jake makes a disgruntled sort of face like heâs getting impatient. âWho asked you out?â he says with a hint of distaste as though he already disapproves. He glances around at the crowd of passersby suspiciously.
âWell, theyâre gone now.â
Jake lets out an irritable sigh and looks back at you. âCome on, youâre not a wimp, Bradshaw.â
You shake your head. âThatâs not going to work.â
âLetâs just go, Jake,â Bradley says. âWe canât force her.â
Jake stares at Bradley. âDidnât you hear her? Sheâs being approached by random men. We canât just leave her here.â
Bradley snorts. âWhy not?â
Jake appears uncomfortable, but only for a moment. He shifts his weight in the chair and turns back to you. âI distinctly remember all three of us at Castle Frankenstein like ten years ago.â
âMm-hm,â you reply. âAnd, since then, I donât do haunted houses.â
Jake grimaces. âWhy not?â
You give him a flat look. âYou donât remember?â
Jake furrows his brows and shakes his head.
âOh yeah!â Bradley exclaims. âGood times.â
You stare at your brother crossly and then roll your eyes.
Jake glances between the two of you inquisitively. âAll I remember is getting hot dogs right after,â he says.
You sigh. âYou two assholes told me it wouldnât be scary and then, after luring me in, you took off laughing! You left me behind to do the whole thing by myself.â
Bradley is chuckling smugly, but Jake looks mildly horrified. âWow, we were shitheads,â he says with a cringe.
âDude, weâre still shitheads,â Bradley points out.
Jake looks up at his friend with a wince and then rubs his forehead guiltily. âY/N,â he says. âI promise you that, if you come, weâre not gonna ditch you.â
âSpeak for yourself,â Bradley says with a playful grin.
Jake gives him a stern look before glancing back at you. âI promise I wonât ditch you.â
You watch him skeptically, your arms folded over your chest.
âYou trust me, donât you?â he asks.
You purse your lips, trying not to be swayed by the slight squint of Jakeâs eyes when he gives you a hopeful smile. You canât help but daydream for a moment. You picture yourself being chased by zombie clowns with Jake by your side, holding your hand. And, if theyâd get too close, maybe he would knock them out to keep you safe.
âCome on, sugar,â Jake says, interrupting your thoughts. He starts rising from him seat and holds out a hand for you. âWe can use Bradley as a shield.â
You snort while Bradley shakes his head with a chuckle. âYou can try,â he replies, starting for the haunted house.
You let out a sigh and take Jakeâs hand, letting him drag you out of your chair. âIâm already regretting this decision,â you mutter.
Jake laughs. âThis is gonna be fun!â
âŠ
You gulp nervously as you step into the darkness. The moment the doors close behind you, your hand reaches out for one of the guys, making sure you're not alone. Somebody gives you a pat on the arm, silently reassuring as you advance. Suddenly, a loud bang to your right makes you jump, and you hear Jake's snicker right before he moves behind to lay a comforting hand on your shoulder.
âWicked,â you hear Bradley say as he travels slightly ahead of you. You follow your brother with Jake close behind, probably much closer than he would be in broad daylight, especially with Bradley just a few steps away.
âRemember,â Jake mutters from behind. âIf you donât run, they wonât chase you.â
You whimper. âWho wonât chase me?â
In the sparse, flashing lights, you see your brother take off down the hallway, setting off several animatronics as he goes. You slow your pace and Jake, who is still sopping wet, walks right into you. The sudden chill of his saturated clothes takes you by surprise and you yelp, springing away from him.
Jake leaps after you to grab your arm when you nearly trip over the cadaver that falls out of the wall and right into your path. âHaving fun?â he asks facetiously as he helps you regain your balance, and you can sense the grin on his face without even seeing it.
âI hate you for making me do this,â you hiss.
Jake wraps an arm around your shoulders and gives them a squeeze. âYouâre doinâ great, sweet cheeks.â
You wince at the cold seeping through your shirt and wriggle out of his grasp. âSeresin, youâre all wet!â
âSorry,â he mutters sheepishly.
Just then, a large gust of air hits you from the side and you scream, flinging yourself right back into Jakeâs arms. Jake pulls you in immediately and spins you away, blocking the air current with his back. But your relief is short-lived because, out of nowhere, two clowns with melting faces come barreling toward you with their arms outstretched.
You scream and, despite the sudden weakness in your limbs, start sprinting down the dimly lit corridor, completely forgetting Jake's instructions.
Jake catches up to you quickly and when the clowns all but overtake you, he curls his arm around your waist and practically lifts you off the ground as he runs.
When you finally round the bend and lose the clowns, Jake slows down and releases you, letting you catch your breath as he places his hands on his hips and takes a look around. âThat was awesome,â he says with a huge smile.
Youâre still gasping for air when you look up at him with a scowl. âYouâre a lunatic if you enjoyed that.â
He claps you on the back. âDonât worry, darlinâ. Weâre almost half-way through.â
âWeâre not even half-way done?â you whine.
Jake chuckles. âAdmit it, youâre having a blast,â he says.
You whimper quietly when he motions for you to follow him down another dark hallway. âI am never letting you talk me into this nonsense again,â you grumble, staying close behind him just in case another zombie clown pops out of the shadows.
But what you do not anticipate is the vibrating floor that makes you jerk backward, nor the fog that suddenly floods the corridor, nor the alarming screams that attack from all directions, making it impossible to communicate. You feel the floorboards shift underneath your feet and you hold out your arms to stabilize yourself. You stagger backward into a wall, and it rotates behind you, further disorienting you.
âJake?â you cry, realizing that youâve lost him in all the commotion. But your voice is drowned out by the continuous screaming still reverberating all around you.
In the flashes of light, you can see dozens of hands rattling a chain-link fence that looks like it wonât hold for very much longer. You try to push your way back through the wall â the way you came in â but it doesn't budge, meaning youâre stuck in this room until you find another way out.
âJake!â you yell again, terror rooting you to the spot. The fence to your right finally rips open and gangly arms start stretching out toward you, making you jolt backward. You shriek, moving along the wall slowly because youâre too afraid to fall into another trap.
You reach the end of the chamber, which opens up to a tunnel, and whimper tragically. Going in will surely mean that you will have to complete the haunted maze without Jake, but the tunnel is probably the only way out of this room.
You only have a second to deliberate however, because at that moment, the fence behind you comes crashing down and a horde of zombies escapes. In the shadows, it looks like there might be more than half a dozen of them stumbling in your direction, tripping over one another to get to you.
If you donât run, they wonât chase you. If you donât run, they wonât chase you.
But the zombies are still coming, their hideous shrieks even more off-putting than their decaying faces.
You lunge into the tunnel and sprint faster and faster even as the passageway dips and winds and darkens. At a certain point, you are forced to stop running because it gets too dark to find your way without holding your hands out to feel the curve of the walls.
And then you hear his voice.
âY/N!â
âOh my god! Jake!â you screech.
âY/N?â he yells back.
You start pushing on the solid wall before you because it sounds like heâs right on the other side. âJake, where are you?â You can hear the zombies gaining on you further up the tunnel and you sob, âJake, please get me out of here.â
Suddenly, a door creaks open to your right and you start, cowering from the blinking red light that filters into the pitch black passage. But then you see Jakeâs broad-shouldered silhouette enter through the opening and, in your relief, you throw yourself right into him, burying your face into his chest as his arms close around your back. His grip tightens as you clutch onto the front of his soaked shirt, and you can feel his mouth over the top of your head. âIâve got you,â he mutters into your hair. âIâve got you.â
But before you can sink into the feeling of having Jake Seresinâs strong arms supporting your trembling frame, you hear the sound of footsteps as the zombies come hurtling through the tunnel. Without a word, Jake pulls you sideways, tucking you and himself behind the open door. He brings a finger to his lips when he sees that youâre about to cry out, and you hold your breath, watching the flashing lights illuminate the exhilaration in his eyes.
You close your own eyes as the zombies near, deciding that no amount of attention from Jake is worth participating in this traumatizing experience. And you promise yourself that you will never be swayed by his stupid, irresistible smile again.
Thatâs when you feel his body brush up against yours. You open your eyes to see his face hovering over your own, watching you intently as the zombies race by your hiding spot. His mouth curls into a smirk when it becomes apparent that his plan has worked as expected. You try your best to concentrate on the direct threat of flesh-eating zombies and not on his leg thatâs pressed into your thigh, or his hand that you suddenly notice is gripping your hip, but it isnât easy prioritizing escape when his eyes are dancing with delight only about three inches from your face.
You want him to kiss you. You want him to kiss you so badly. Right here in the darkness, concealed behind a heavy, wooden door, surrounded by a dense mist and a musty smell, with the added ambience of distant screams in the background. But, of course, you arenât going to voice this desire. Because that would be more terrifying than getting eaten alive by a bunch of zombie clowns. So, instead, you say, âGet me the fuck out of here, Seresin.â
Jake nods, stepping away from you slowly, almost reluctantly. He holds his arm out to direct you out of the tunnel through the splintered door. He leads you past the holographic apparitions that float eerily along the walls, through the hall of warped mirrors that make your eyes hurt and your head spin, and over the various trap doors in the final stretch of your journey.
But he stops when you get to a dark, narrow split between two concrete walls. âThis is the exit,â he says with a grimace. âSorry,â he adds.
You shake your head. âIâm not going in there.â
âThereâs no other way out.â
You stare at him in horror. âIâm claustrophobic.â
Jake drags a hand over his face. âThatâs not good,â he says.
You feel yourself start to panic so you lash out by slapping him on the shoulder. âHow could you not know that?â
Jake shrugs. âI forgot, I guess.â
Your breathing accelerates as your heart pounds painfully against your ribcage. âI hate your guts, Seresin,â you mutter. âYouâre going to pay for this.â
In response, Jake gives you a very broad, very happy smile, as though you didnât just tell him that you despise him.
âWhat?â you say heatedly.
Jake continues grinning. âYouâre mad.â
âYeah, Iâm mad! Why are you so happy about it?â
He shakes his head. âNo reason.â
You glare at him. âYou should fear my wrath.â
He bites his lip, watching you affectionately. âItâs definitely the scariest part of this whole place.â
âIâm angry!â you yell, although you feel a fit of laughter start to bubble up in your chest.
Jake tries to keep a straight face. âOkay, but, could you be angry in there?â He nods at the chasm leading toward the exit, his eyes scanning the area behind you. âBecause the zombies are coming.â
He ushers you into the fissure between the walls, keeping his hand on your back as you make your way forward. The only thing that makes up for this stressful conclusion to an already harrowing adventure is that his fingers seem to slip further down your back the farther you walk, trailing past the waistline of your jeans and stopping in the vicinity of your back pocket.
âSee?â he says cheerily as the gap between the walls begins to narrow. âItâs not that bad.â
You try to concentrate on the light touch of his fingers as he hooks a couple of them into the back pocket of your jeans rather than the cracking walls rising up on either side of your body that seem to be closing in on you the deeper you go.
âJust so you know, thereâs going to be a vibrating floor tile somewhere up ahead,â Jake says quietly, very close to your ear. âItâs coming up.â
You look over your shoulder sharply. âNo,â you respond curtly, as if you could will this particular contraption away.
Jake squeezes himself in between your chest and the wall, his fingers regrettably slipping out of your pocket. The space is so tight that, no matter how much you press you backs into the walls, your bodies are still touching. âYou can do this,â he says. âIâm right here.â
You frown at him, annoyed and love-sick all at once. Why did he insist on you coming? Why did he bring you along knowing heâd have to babysit you the entire time? Unless he doesnât mind being with you. Perhaps itâs what he was hoping for.
Jakeâs eyes skim worriedly over your face. âAre you okay?â he asks.
You draw in a wavering breath, content to let him fret for another several seconds over your wellbeing. Finally, you respond, âIf we survive this hellhole, Iâm going to murder you.â
Jake chuckles, placing his hands on your shoulders. âIf we survive this hellhole, Iâm getting you two funnel cakes.â
You let out a resolute sigh and nod. âMake it three. I want one of each flavor.â
Jake grins. âYou got it.â
You bring your hands up to push at his chest, squirming in the compact space against his shirt. âHow are you still wet?â you say irritably. âWeâve been in here for hours.â
Jake makes a face. âItâs been like six minutes, actually.â
You groan. âAnd this is why I donât do haunted houses.â
âŠ
Finally â finally Ââ you step out into the cool, breezy sunshine with Jake on your heels. Bradley waves at the two of you from across the walkway, coming over to greet you.
âTook you a while,â Bradley remarks.
You grimace at him. âItâs only been like six minutes,â you retort sourly.
Jake looks like he might be trying to suppress a laugh.
âAs if you took off again,â you reprimand your brother.
Bradley shrugs. âThe trick is to race through these things and not stop to smell the rotting flesh.â
You shudder. âI need to sit down; my legs feel like jelly.â
âLog ride?â Bradley says to Jake. âWhile this one recuperates?â He nods toward you with a grin.
Jake pinches at his still soaking shirt and then wrinkles his nose. âI think Iâll sit this one out,â he says. âPromised your sister Iâd get her funnel cake.â
âThree,â you remind him.
Jake graces you with an amused smirk. âI would love to see you try to get through three whole funnel cakes.â
As Bradley takes off in the direction of the log ride, you glance at Jake apprehensively. âYou could go with him,â you say, cursing yourself for even suggesting it because all you want is to spend some time alone with Jake â not inside of a nuthouse.
Jake gives you a quick smile before starting for the funnel cake stand. âDonât want to,â he responds.
You fall into step with him, wondering why heâd rather hang around you than his best friend. As heâs ordering the funnel cakes, you decide that youâre reading too much into things and heâs probably just hoping to dry off before going on the next ride, and that his decision to skip the log ride has nothing to do with you at all.
But then, as the two of you watch the mesmerizing creation of the worldâs most delicious pastry through the glass window of the kitchen, Jake says this: âHeard you broke up with whatâs-his-name.â
Your grip on the tray in your hands tightens but your eyes remain on the rapidly frying dough. It was a casual question, and Jake isnât even looking at you, but his repeated interest in your dating life continues to give you hope where there probably isnât any. Heâs just making conversation. You shrug. âHe was an asshole,â you say nonchalantly.
âTold you he would be,â Jake responds with an equally casual tone.
You bite your bottom lip aggressively, tired of the ambiguity behind his words. âThatâs fine,â you retort. âIâve got options.â
Thatâs when Jake turns to look at you with a troubled pair of eyes.
âYour words,â you remind him. âSo, I took your advice.â
He narrows his eyes. âWhat advice would that be?â
âI told you someone asked out,â you say, setting the first of your funnel cakes down onto your tray.
âYou said yes?â he gapes at you. âTo a stranger?â
You watch him pensively for a moment. âYou know, I think weâre going to need another tray,â you say, deciding to keep him in suspense for another minute.
Call it payback or something.
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