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jcwriting · 4 years ago

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Written in the Stars

summary ↬ being soulmates with a werewolf? pretty easy. being jungkook’s soulmate? the easiest thing in the world. there’s only one teensy tiny problem. he doesn’t want to fuck you.

pairing ↬ werewolf!jungkook x reader

genre ↬ soulmate!au, abo verse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (this is so fucking dramatic and for what)

word count ↬ 10.4k my hand slipped

warnings ↬ swearing, angst (but with a happy ending bc im a sappy bitch), jk is stupid in love (emphasis on stupid), mentions of violence (very brief and i don’t go into too much detail but just to warn yall), slight nsfw (sex is a big topic for like half of this but not sex is had...i know im shocked too), half of this is background info/setting up the story the other half is finally addressing the summary lolol, jk is kind of an asshole but he has reasons!!!!!

authors note ↬ hello lovelies! here’s a small little thing for you all (laughs in 10k word count). this has been sitting in my drafts for fucking ever and i just needed to get it out there and out of my hands. im thinking about writing a part two where the actual ~*/sex/*~ is had but im still on the fence about that. please let me know what you think! i literally crave your interactions so pls dont be shy,,,,,okay love you bye :)

(ps i was so close to naming this Rewrite the Stars but since this has absolutely nothing to do with The Greatest Showman i didn’t. but i was close,,,,so fucking close)

You always knew Jeon Jungkook was destined for great things.

It was written in the stars, your mother had told you after he had first stepped foot into your family-owned grocery store. Your mother didn’t have any special powers, she just had a thing for astrology. While you normally shrugged off her random proclamations about divine intervention and planetary alignments, you found that Jungkook was something you couldn’t ignore or chalk up as your mother’s latest tea leaf reading.

From the moment you set eyes on him you knew he was different. While your family held zero claim to any sort of mystical or magical inclinations, you were well aware of those who did. It was no secret that non-humans roamed the Earth in plain sight, even though it had taken humans eons to realize this. After years of savage wars and civil unrest, agreements had come into place and governing bodies were adjusted to accept the changes that had finally been made. But, this was all before your time. You were the generation that was born into the period of peace, the first children to not experience bloodshed before they could walk. The world you knew now was almost a complete one-eighty of what it had been.

Where before those who were not of human blood had to do everything they could to blend in, now could be free of the shadows. Your classrooms had both humans and non-humans in their rosters. Some of your teachers were hybrids. Curriculum expanded to teach humans about a world that had once been entirely unknown to them. One of your favorite teachers was a witch who regaled your tenth grade class with stories of goblin wars, wizard duels, and vampire covens. All tales that you had once thought were nothing but fiction were now anything but.

Which is why, the second Jeon Jungkook entered the grocery store that your parents owned and that you had worked at since you were old enough to speak in full sentences, you knew who he was. You didn’t even question it.

He was a werewolf. A powerful one. You could see it in the way he carried himself. The purposeful strides he took down the narrow aisles, the confidence in his broad shoulders. Humans weren’t nearly as sensitive as their hybrid counterparts but you also paid attention in your classes. Or, perhaps you were more aware than other humans. Never in your life did you have the issues other faced when meeting a non-human for the first time. You always knew who they were without them having to tell you. You just knew.

So, when Jeon Jungkook stepped up to your register with a bottle of water and some raw beef, you didn’t flinch. Didn’t bend under his dark gaze or shuffle your feet in an awkward attempt to break the silence. Instead, you flashed him your customer service smile and rang up his items. He didn’t say a word as he paid, barely sparing you a second glance as he strode out of the store.

“He’s going to be a great and powerful man,” your mother said in that feathery light voice of hers. “It was written in the stars.”

You couldn’t help but agree.

Jeon Jungkook came into your store everyday for the next month. He bought the same thing every time. A bottle of water and a package of raw beef. The only time he spared you any words was to say thank you or the occasional hello if the sun was shining. Usually, he was alone. Sometimes, he came with a few members of his pack. You liked those days. He smiled a little brighter and talked a little louder when they were around. Especially around Taehyung.

Then, after a month, he didn’t come in. Not for an entire week. From Monday to Sunday, you hadn’t seen a hide nor hair of him. A part of you was worried, so worried that you almost stopped Taehyung in the middle of the street to ask of Jungkook’s whereabouts before realizing how insane that made you look, the other part was chastising yourself for caring. Jeon Jungkook was a customer. Nothing more, nothing less.

The following Monday had come and you had finally stopped glancing at the sliding doors every five minutes. You no longer expected his commanding presence to rock your little world. Instead, you continued your day as if it had been any other. That was, until, Jeon Jungkook stepped through the entrance looking as if he was walking on air. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

“Did you have a good heat?” You asked when he stepped up to your register. Jungkook fumbled the water bottle he had been setting onto the conveyer belt before turning to stare at you.

“What did you just say?”

You didn’t shrink under his intense glare. “I was asking if you enjoyed your heat. Seems like you did.”

“How do you know I was in my rut?”

“Oh, is rut the correct terminology? Sorry, they always interchanged them in class, I was never sure what was appropriate.” You shrugged and rang up his items. “It was kind of obvious, though. You seemed pretty agitated about a week-and-a-half ago, then you disappear for a week, and now you’re back looking happier than ever. If it wasn’t your rut then I want to know where you went on vacation because that’s where I’m heading to next.”

Jungkook laughed. That almost made you jump out of your skin. You had never heard him laugh before. It was throaty, it was deep, and it was wonderful. “I’ll be sure to send you the link to the Airbnb.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

He smirked. “I’m here every day, aren’t I?”

You tilted your head as you accepted the cash he handed to you. “Clearly, you’re not that reliable.”

Jungkook laughed again. It was becoming your new favorite sound. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to appear flaky.”

“You’re forgiven,” you decided as you handed him the plastic bag of his purchases. Teasingly, you added, “just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

He flashed you a smile that showed off his sharpened canines. “Don’t worry, darling. I never make the same mistake twice.”

Jeon Jungkook kept his promise. He showed up everyday, like clockwork. Bought the same thing. Arrived at the same time. The only thing that changed was how he treated you. It wasn’t that he treated you badly before, he had always been polite. But now, he talked to you. He asked you questions and answered yours. More often than not, he laughed.

(It had become your favorite sound.)

For three months, this continued. The two of you had settled into a comfortable routine, something you relied on and expected. Until, he changed that.

Until, Jeon Jungkook asked you out on a date.

“What did you just say?”

“Are you free? Tonight?” You glanced around, almost expecting to see some sort of supermodel posing behind you to explain the absolute absurdity of the situation. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for the hidden cameras. I think I’m getting Punk’d.”

Jungkook sighed and placed both hands on the counter that separated the two of you. “Look at me.” You did. Slowly and warily, but you did. “Does it look like I’m lying to you?”

Narrowing your eyes, you regarded him carefully. He seemed serious. But, then again, do you ever really know someone? “I don’t know. I’ve never actually seen you lie before so I wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Fine. Ask me what color my shirt is.”

“What color is your shirt?”

“White,” he deadpanned. You glanced down at his chest. His shirt was black.

“Jungkook!”

He threw his head back and released a full bellied laugh. Even in your exasperation you couldn’t help but soften a little. “I’m sorry, darling. I couldn’t help myself.” Annoyed, you huffed and spun to face the cash register. Stabbing your finger onto the touchscreen, you ignored Jungkook’s obvious presence on the opposite side of the counter. Until his hand reached around the card reader and grasped a hold of your chin. The warmth of his fingers forced your head to turn to meet his.

“Come to dinner with me.” His voice was nothing but a rumble in his chest, his eyes so black and all-consuming you couldn’t do anything but agree with him. He seemed pleased by your response as his fingers tightened against your skin and a grateful smile flicked past his lips. His gaze darted down to your mouth and your breath froze in your chest.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to?”

“No.” You tried to shake your head but his grip didn’t allow you much movement. He was taken aback by your answer, a small frown tugging at his mouth. You quickly backtracked to fix the situation. “I don’t want our first kiss to be in a grocery store. That’s a new low that I refuse to reach.”

Jungkook chuckled and tapped your chin gently. “Alright, darling. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

Again, he kept his promise to you. He showed up at your parents house exactly at seven, wearing a button-down shirt and slacks. The tulips he had gotten for you was thrust into your hands the moment you opened the door. Flashing him a genuine smile, you hurried into the kitchen to set them in water while your mother grilled him on his birth time. You were quick to drag him away, practically throwing him towards the car as you waved goodbye.

“Sorry,” you sighed as Jungkook opened the passenger door for you. “She has a…thing for astrology. She’s probably creating your star map or whatever right now.”

“It’s okay,” he responded once he got into the drivers seat. “It’s sweet of her to care.”

You snorted. “She’s delusional is what she is.”

“So, you’re saying you don’t believe in astrology?”

“Do you?”

Jungkook shrugged as he pulled out of your dirt driveway. He looked so damn attractive behind the wheel it was honestly unfair. “Not really saying I do or don’t. All I know is that there are a lot of things out there that are out of our control. If believing in the stars and planets helps you gain some of that control back, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

“God, don’t talk like that in front of my mother. She’ll want to start dating you.”

He grinned and placed a hand on your knee. “Tell her I’m already taken.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond to that. Not that he didn’t give you one, it was just that you literally had nothing to say. With just one sentence he opened the floodgates of your brain and the amount of thoughts that were flying through your conscious was painful. Anxiety fluttered in your stomach and you pressed your lips together to keep you from word vomiting onto him. No, it was better to keep your mouth shut and let the moment pass.

By the time you reached the restaurant you were a trembling mess of nerves. Were you guys dating? You thought this was just a ‘testing the waters’ date, not a ‘you’re my girlfriend now’ date. Did you have to make it Facebook official? You hated that shit.

Jungkook didn’t comment on your obvious distress, though. He merely placed a hand on the small of your back, ignoring how you jerked in surprise, and led you into the quiet bistro. Nodding politely to the hostess who was practically panting at the sight of him (you honestly couldn’t blame her) and pulled out your chair for you. When he sat down, he started talking. Idle chat at first. Commenting on one of the dishes, asking about the college classes you were taking at your local university. Before you realized it, wine was in your glass and your shoulders were loose. Previous nerves forgotten, you lost yourself in Jungkook. You drank, you ate, you laughed, and genuinely enjoyed his company. Honestly, it was the best date you’d ever been on.

“I have to be honest with you,” Jungkook spoke after he finished his raw steak. “I have an ulterior motive for asking you here tonight.”

“Oh,” you mumbled around the shrimp you had just tossed in your mouth. “So…this isn’t a date?”

“No, it is,” Jungkook clarified quickly around a dry chuckle. He seemed…nervous. It put you on edge immediately. “This is definitely a date. And, also, more.”

“More? What, is this a proposal too?” You were joking. A 100% joking. But Jungkook was staring at you so seriously it made you panic. “Jungkook, if you get down on one knee here I swear-”

“I’m not proposing,” he assured you. “This is something more than that.”

“More?” You parroted. Jungkook sighed.

“Do you know what a true mate is?”

Right there, in that quaint little bistro, on a date with quite possibly the most untouchable man you’d ever met, he explained how you were irrevocably his. His true mate, his soulmate.

Jungkook explained everything in great detail, which you appreciated, because honestly, you had no words. He explained how when he was born, the witch who cared for him told his father that his future glared brightly ahead of him, but only when he met his other half. True mates were rare. Mating was common, the wolves in his pack could have multiple mates or a lifelong one, but true mates were destiny. Someone or something out there had forged the two of you together. You were essentially each others other half. He was made for you and you were made for him.

“But…aren’t true mates only for wolves? I thought it’s impossible for a human to be a true mate,” you asked in a shaky voice once Jungkook took a breath.

“It was supposed to be impossible. Until, I met you.” Jungkook stared at you with a sort of reverence that made your entire body blush. “I have no idea how you are. I’ve spent hours researching. I’ve consulted with members of my pack and others. No one knows why.”

“Are you sure, though? I mean…what if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not.” Jungkook shook his head. “I visited the witch right after I met you. She took one look at me and told me that I had finally found my true mate. She said she’d never seen a future so bright before.”

You had no words for that. For the first time in your life, you were speechless. Jungkook seemed to understand. He let you sit in silence as he paid for the bill and walked you out to the car. The drive back to your parents house was the same. You couldn’t speak. The shock rendered you stupid.

By the time Jungkook pulled into the driveway you still hadn’t spoken a word to each other. You stepped out of the car before he could open the door for you. Walking up to the porch steps in a trance, you didn’t hear him follow you until he clasped your wrist in his hand. Turning to face him, you were surprised to see his brown eyes so big. They practically sparkled in the moonlight and he looked so soft and sweet you nearly melted into the wood beneath your feet.

“Please,” he whispered. “Can you…just - are you okay? You’ve been so quiet. I’m worried I’ve scared you off or something.”

With that voice, it was impossible to deny him. So, you said the first thing that popped in your head. “Do we have to make it Facebook official?”

Jungkook stared at you before bursting into laughter. “Really? That’s all you have to say?”

You blushed and glanced down. “I’m just worried, that’s all. I can’t remember my Facebook password so even if you wanted to change it I don’t think it’ll work.”

“So that’s why you never accepted my friend request,” Jungkook teased. Before you could squeak out a response, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you forward. You kept your arms crossed across your chest but let yourself fall against him.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you whined as you buried your face into his shoulder. He smelled so good, a mixture of pine and spice. “My brain hasn’t worked since you told me I’m yours, so bear with me.”

Jungkook chuckled and gently swayed you from side to side. “Does that mean you’re okay with this? All of this?”

Sighing, you lifted your head up and stepped away from him. Jungkook was not impressed and pulled you back to him. Your heart swelled in your chest and you wrapped your arms around his neck in consolation. “Honestly? I haven’t really processed anything. You’ve had your whole life to come to terms with this. I just found out thirty minutes ago that I’m someone’s soulmate. It’s a lot to take in.”

Jungkook nodded as he tapped his fingers against your hips. “I know. It’s a lot…I’m a lot. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to be with me. I won’t-”

Now it was your turn to burst into laughter. You couldn’t believe those words had left his mouth. It was easily the most absurd thing you’d ever heard. “Jungkook, I want to make something very clear. I have no problem being your true mate. That’s not the issue here. Well, there really isn’t an issue. It’s just…hard to believe, I guess. I have to process that this is my new reality.”

“Really?” Jungkook perked up and looked so fucking cute you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks. His skin was so warm despite the cold autumn air that surrounded you both. “You want to do this? Be with me? Be mine?” All you could do was nod. You were so overwhelmed with emotions. The shock was evident, but a piece of you was so happy. You felt whole.

Jungkook’s face split into a wide smile that caused his nose to scrunch up. He wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around. Squealing, you slung your legs around his hips and held on. Normally, you’d rather die than show this much affection to someone. But, this was Jungkook. Your soulmate.

“So…what do we do now?” You asked once Jungkook set you down. “Is there, like, a ceremony or something?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted as he stared down at you. He had a hand against your jaw and was rubbing your cheek tenderly. “I really didn’t think I’d get this far.”

You scoffed at his ridiculousness. While recognizing you were Jungkook’s true mate was going to take some time, believing that he thought you’d deny him was utter nonsense. “What if…what if we date, first?” You suggested timidly. “I know that sounds kind of weird considering we’re supposed to be the loves of each others lives. But, I don’t really know you all that well. And, I think this is going to take sometime for me to get used to. Maybe we should date, get to know each other, and just learn how to be with one another.”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook agreed. “We can do whatever you want. Just as long as I have you, I’m happy.”

Two years passed.

Two blissful, wonderful years. Two years of dating, two years of loving, two years of being Jeon Jungkook’s. It was everything you could’ve asked for and more. You had never felt so loved and cherished in your entire life. He respected you, he took care of you, and most importantly, he was there for you in every sense. Since the moment you met him, you hadn’t been alone. He hadn’t let you. Jungkook knew you better than you knew yourself.

And, it was the same for him. You were there for him when he transitioned into the leader of his pack. You were there when he took over the CEO position from his father and encouraged and supported him every step of the way. You let yourself be loved and in return he let you love him. It was wonderful.

Except, for one tiny thing.

While the emotional aspect of your relationship flourished and bloomed into something beautiful, the physical side remained stagnant. Make out sessions and heavy petting were a norm in your relationship. At first, it didn’t bother you. In fact, you loved that Jungkook was taking things so slow and so seriously. But, eventually, your needs began to grow. You found yourself wanting him in more ways than one, wants that only he could satisfy. Jungkook refused. Every time.

It wasn’t like he refused your every need. No, Jungkook was extremely attentive. When it came to himself, that’s when things got dicy. He had no problem spending hours between your legs, worshipping you until you were crying from the overstimulation. Yet, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near him. Not without lack of trying on your part. The minute your hands went down to his waistband, he pushed you away. Every time you tried to dip your mouth to the obvious bulge in his pants, he lifted you up and kissed you breathless until you forgot your name. It wasn’t until after a year of dating that he finally let you grind on his clothed cock. Even then, he held off until you finished and then walked out with quite possibly the worst case of blue balls. You hated that he did this to himself. The worst part was, you couldn’t understand why.

The one time you had brought it up to him it had resulted in the worst fight the two of you had ever gotten into. It was the only argument that was never really resolved. After the yelling and the tears, all you got out of Jungkook was that mating with a wolf was not pretty. It was extremely dangerous and he refused to put you in that kind of danger. End of discussion. No matter how hard you tried to persuade him or broach the subject, he shut it down. Hard. Eventually, you gave up.

He even spent his ruts away from you. Every three months, he left you for a week. You knew he had a place somewhere up in the mountains and you assumed that’s where he went. You had no idea. There was no point even asking to come along. You loved your boyfriend and didn’t want to purposely give him a heart attack. You hated it when he left. As much as you tried to hide it and convince him that you were just fine, he wasn’t stupid. Being away from him was tough. A piece of you was missing whenever he was gone. And you were only whole again when he returned.

This past week had been one of those weeks. He had left on Sunday for the mountains. He was agitated and clingy, how he normally was pre-rut. Jungkook wouldn’t let you leave his side and you spent most of the weekend on his lap or wrapped in his arms. Not that you minded. When he left your parents house on Sunday night, you’d had to coax him out of the door. Promising him that you’d be okay and that you’d see him next week. It wasn’t until several kisses later did Jungkook finally leave.

While you’d been doing this for two years, it never got easier. More manageable? Sure. But definitely not easier. All you could do was go through the motions. You went to work at the local bakery, came home and helped your mom with dinner, watched TV with your dad before going to bed. Taehyung and Jimin would visit often, threatened by Jungkook to keep you company. While you assured them it wasn’t necessary, you secretly didn’t mind. They made you laugh and made you temporarily forget your boyfriend was miles away from you. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he’d call you to tell you goodnight. But those times were rare. Normally, you didn’t hear from him until Friday or Saturday when he was finally coming out of his rut and returning to the world.

By the time Sunday rolled around, you were a jittery ball of nerves. Not in a bad sense. You were just excited. The anticipation killed you and it took all of your willpower to sit and wait for his text to tell you to come over. Your parents always left you alone on these Sundays, unable to deal with your hyperactiveness and constant fidgeting.

This Sunday was no different. You puttered around your room for the better part of the day. You spent the other part in the kitchen, baking like your life depended on it. Jungkook loved your cookies and you always made sure to come over with at least three batches after his ruts. He always said that was his second favorite part about coming home, after seeing you, of course.

You had just finished packaging the final batch in a glass cookie jar when your phone dinged. You didn’t have to read the message, you knew exactly what it said. Pure joy rushed through your system as you threw on your coat and shouted a hasty goodbye to your parents. Juggling the cookies and car keys, you sprinted to your car. The drive to Jungkook’s was thankfully not long. About ten minutes, as long as you didn’t hit any traffic on the main road. Luck was on your side, though, and you showed up at Jungkook’s house in eight minutes.

Taehyung’s car was in the driveway when you pulled up, which wasn’t odd. Although Jungkook owned the house, the members of his pack were almost always around. While most preferred to travel in their wolf forms, you knew Taehyung and Namjoon preferred cars. Something about being able to listen to their own music without comments from the peanut gallery. You didn’t really understand and didn’t really need to. You had just chalked it up as one of their many quirks.

Carrying the trays of cookies in both hands, you shut your car door with your foot before speed-walking up the stone walkway to Jungkook’s home. The screen door was shut, but the wooden door was swung wide open. You had just reached for the metal handle when you heard it.

A deep, threatening growl ripped through the peaceful quiet and froze you in place. You knew it was Jungkook. While you had only heard it once, you’d never forgotten it. It was when the two of you had attended a party and an alpha from a neighboring pack had cornered you in the hallway. Jungkook had found you cowered against the wall as the other alpha had caged you in. The sound that had left his chest had given you equal parts comfort and fear. Comfort, because he was there and you knew you were safe. Fear, because you could see in the way he bared his teeth and how his muscles vibrated, he had been furious and bloodthirsty.

That’s what you felt now, fear.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

From your vantage point in front of the screen door, you could see directly into the kitchen. Taehyung was leaning against the granite countertop and Jungkook was seated at the island. The tension was so thick you practically choked on it.

“Enough, Taehyung.”

“No,” Taehyung snapped, seeming just as angry as Jungkook. “I’m not dropping it. Not this time.”

“Yes, you will,” Jungkook snarled. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Too fucking bad.” While Taehyung was also an alpha, he acted so much like a beta you never really noticed. Until now. “I’m not going to sit by and watch you do this to yourself anymore. Not spending your ruts correctly is only causing you more harm than good.”

“I’m doing things the way I want to, and it’s working-”

“The hell it is!” Jungkook growled at the interruption but Taehyung ignored him. “It’s not working, and you know it. Anyone with two fucking eyes knows it. It’s getting so bad that the pack is noticing, too. Even Namjoon has realized something is wrong, and he’s as oblivious as they come.”

“If they have a problem with me they can take it up with me.”

“No, they can’t. Because you won’t listen. Your head is so far up your ass you can’t even hear yourself anymore. What you’re doing right now is not working. Something needs to change.”

“Like what?” Jungkook spat.

“You know what,” Taehyung bit back. Jungkook was practically vibrating from rage. You knew you needed to go get someone, someone from the pack to calm the two of them down. Things were only escalating, but you couldn’t move. Your brain screamed at you to run but your legs were rooted in place. “That’s is what’s so frustrating, Jungkook. This, all of this, could be solved. She’s right there-”

“Don’t.” Jungkook stood up so fast the chair he sat on flew backwards and hit the wall with a resounding crack.

“Why?” Taehyung threw his arms up in the air. “Why not? I don’t get it-”

“Because I don’t want her!” Jungkook yelled, the force of it rang throughout the house. You had no idea who the she was that they were referring to. You assumed it was someone from the pack. It was well-known that wolves with human mates sometimes turned to other she-wolves to help with their ruts. You figured that’s what Jungkook did whenever he went away for a week. It had bothered you at first, but you knew he had his needs and that they were at a biological level. You refused to make him feel guilty or ashamed for taking care of himself.

“You don’t want her?” Taehyung was enraged. You could tell by the way he straightened his spine and unfurled himself to his full height. Jungkook bristled in response and the muscles in his back strained against the thin material of his shirt.

“No, I don’t!” Jungkook exploded. “What don’t you understand about that? I don’t want her around me. I don’t need her, I’m fine on my own. The thought of having her there when…God - it makes me physically ill.”

“She’s your girlfriend. Above all of that, your true mate. You’re seriously going to deny yourself of her, for what? Just because you don’t like having her around?”

Oh.

That’s when it hit you. They weren’t talking about some random she-wolf. They were talking about you. You were the one Jungkook didn’t want. You were the one Jungkook didn’t need. You were the one he didn’t like having around. As the weight of the words sunk into your mind, you felt your chest becoming tighter and tighter.

Then, you’re heart broke right in half. You dropped the container of cookies and didn’t flinch when it shattered against the wooden slats. The sound unstuck your feet from their position on the porch and your fight or flight system took over. Without a second thought, you turned on your heel and ran.

You didn’t know if anyone was behind you, you didn’t turn around to check. Hands fumbled for the car door as you threw yourself into the drivers side. Pain ricocheted throughout your chest cavity and you struggled to breathe. Your brain was blank, the only thing your mind did was move your body to get you somewhere safe. You had to leave and you had to leave now.

Miraculously, your fingers found your keys and inserted them into the ignition on the second try. A flutter of movement occurred to the left of you but your eyes didn’t let you look that way. Instead, they focused on the rearview mirror as you reversed out of the driveway. Your right hand found the gearshift and moved it to drive. Soon, you were tearing down the street as your ears refused to register the agonized howls that echoed behind as you kept staring forward. Adrenaline pumped through your system and your body shivered in response, the splash of hormones had created a blanket of fake calm over you. The emotions, the pain, the thoughts were swirling inside of you, ready to break free and drown you, but your brain wouldn’t allow it.

It wasn’t until you reached the end of your long driveway that you felt the original spike of adrenaline fade away. Your mother was in the front, tending to the flowers, and looked up when she saw your car fly into its usual spot. She stood up and her face twisted into a frown when you got out of your seat.

“Honey, your aura…it’s concerning.” The blanket was yanked away and the pain crashed over you.

You couldn’t say a word, all you could do was collapse in your mother's arms and cry, cry, cry.

It took you two days to calm down. The tears had stopped rolling and your shoulders no longer shook from trying to hold your sobs behind your teeth. Your mother hadn’t left your side, leaving your father to answer the door whenever someone knocked. The only person who did was Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook never showed up.

Well, that was a lie.

Jungkook did show up every morning and night, without fail. But he never came to your doorstep. Instead, he was in the woods behind your house, patrolling, not daring to leave the protection of the forest. A part of you wondered if he was respecting your obvious need for space or if your mother had paid a witch to set up boundary lines that didn’t allow him to cross. Either way, you were grateful that you couldn’t see him. There was an incessant tugging in your heart to be near him but you staunchly ignored it, which would’ve been impossible if you saw his achingly beautiful face.

I don’t want her. I don’t need her. Having her there makes me physically ill. Those three sentences played in a constant loop in your head, like a horror movie you couldn’t escape from. You were the protagonist who couldn’t escape the maze, but the villain wasn’t kind enough to kill you off. No matter what you did, your brain wouldn’t stop repeating those three sentences. Your mother burned sage, she pressed crystals into your palms, she muttered ritual after ritual, but nothing worked.

You hated how affected you were. You had always told yourself that you would never be the girl who’d get so wrapped up in someone else they didn’t know who they were anymore. Independence was something you prided yourself on, but you seemed to be at a complete loss now. You couldn’t stop the waves of sadness and self-hatred at your depressed state. It was amazing how empty you felt yet so full of pain at the same time. Your mind and heart couldn’t seem to decide which hurt worse; your heart for having your soulmate so obviously reject you, or your brain for trying to make sense of the situation. When did this happen? How did this happen? How had you been so blind as to not see it?

“I don’t think we’re soulmates,” you rasped to your mom on the third morning. It had been the first words you had spoken to her since you had fell into her arms. She looked up from the bundle of herbs she was smoking.

“Why do you say that?”

You stared at your hands that had curled in on themselves. “I don’t make him happy. I-I never realized how uncomfortable I made him. I wish I had known. How did I miss it?”

Your mother tutted gently and gathered you in her arms. She smelled of lavender and wax. “This is good. I’m glad you’re letting yourself have this moment. Let’s sit in this and allow yourself to be embedded here.” But you didn’t want to have this moment. You didn’t want to have any moment and you’ve felt enough to last a lifetime. Instead, you rolled over, let sleep overtake you and tried to ignore the distant howling that rattled your window pane.

By nightfall of the fourth day, you were forced out of bed. Partly by choice, partly by force. Your parents had dipped out to run to the grocery store, despite your mother’s insistence that she could stay. You and your father managed to convince her to leave and you had gotten up to wave them goodbye. Sure, your heart was broken, but the least you could do was kiss them on the cheek before they left. You had turned around to shuffle into the kitchen to try and shovel something down your dry throat when a loud knock sounded at the front door. Hesitating, you carefully peeked through the kitchen window and saw Jimin on your front doorstep, dressed in all black.

Sighing, you stumbled over and pulled the door open. You figured you couldn’t avoid them for much longer. “Hey, Jimin.”

“Christ, you look like shit.”

You huffed out a laugh as Jimin stared at you in horror, not having the energy to be offended. You also knew, in a weird way, that this was Jimin’s way of caring for you. “Yeah. My mother’s covered all the mirrors in the house.”

Jimin nodded as he glanced at you from head to toe. “I want to ask if you’re okay but…” He gestured to your gaunt frame swaddled in a heavy sweatshirt and sweatpants. For the first time in two years, they were your own clothes, not Jungkook’s.

“I’m fine, Jimin,” you heaved a heavy sigh and leaned against the doorframe. “Do you want to come in? I think my mom boiled some tea not too long ago.”

Jimin shook his head. “Can’t. Jungkook would have a fit if I got that close to you right now. I’m already pushing my luck just by showing up.” He doesn’t care, you thought bitterly, and almost said it out loud but you caught yourself at the last second. Jimin wasn’t stupid, though. He knew what you were thinking. “Hey,” he murmured, eyes going soft, “are you ready to talk about it?”

“No.” You shook your head. A wave of sadness washed over you but the telltale prick of tears didn’t come.

Jimin understood. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he rocked back onto his heels. “Are you going to talk to him?”

Letting out a heavy breath, you crossed your arms over your chest. “I know I have to. I just…I just need time.”

“Take however long you need.”

It was another 48-hours before you finally snapped. While you had spent the majority of the two days that had passed to make yourself resemble a human being, you couldn’t focus. You couldn’t move on. Why?

Because Jungkook wouldn’t leave you alone.

His presence was constant. He circled your house every hour of ever day, the large shadow of him in wolf form darkened the trees behind your house. The howling had stopped but the pacing hadn’t. You hoped he was at least sleeping, but then you got annoyed at yourself for caring. You didn’t know why he was out there, it made no sense. Jungkook’s words were so different from his actions it made your head spin.

But, you needed to move on with your life. You had to. The only way it was going to happen was if Jungkook did too. It hurt. God, did it hurt. Yet, as sad and utterly pathetic as it sounded, you were used to the pain at this point, had resigned yourself to it. A part of you worried you wouldn’t know what to do without it.

Shaking off that depressing thought, you tugged on your rain boots and stepped outside for the first time in a week. The air was heavy with the promise of rain, the clouds low and gray. You tugged the hood up on your sweater to prevent your hair from completely frizzing out before you walked to down the back deck steps.

The backyard of your parents house was expansive. The home you had grown up in sat on top of a sloping hill that your mother had turned into her personal greenhouse. You stepped past rows of raised garden beds and pruned plants until you reached the line where the neatly mowed grass met the twisted ferns of the forest floor. As you had suspected, the ground was scorched with the evidence of past rituals. While your mother hadn’t out right admitted, you had figured someone had come and created a boundary line. It was obviously specific to Jungkook since Jimin and Taehyung were still able to visit. While your mother’s methods were extreme, you understood. As difficult as it was to move on with your life with Jungkook sequestered to the forest, you couldn’t imagine what it would’ve been like if he was within a few feet of you.

With a deep inhale, you sat down on the damp grass and waited. After a few minutes, you could hear the faint sounds of paws hitting the wet earth. The galloping got louder and louder until there was a momentary stretch of silence before it changed to footsteps.

When Jungkook emerged from the trees, you weren’t prepared. Although you knew you wouldn’t be, you still weren’t expecting it to hurt this bad. Your chest squeezed painfully at the first look of his broad form. Technically, it had been two weeks since you two had truly seen each other, the longest you’d ever gone. What hurt the most was how badly you longed for him. You wanted nothing more than to run straight into his arms, bury your face into his chest, and forget everything. Just forgive and give your heart what it wanted. But you remained firmly in place.

Jungkook looked as if he had seen a ghost. Which, to be fair, was probably true since you hadn’t seen the sun in seven days. His normally golden skin was pale and even from where you sat you could see the dark circles bruising under his eyes. Clearly, he hadn’t been sleeping. You hated that you noticed. You hated that you cared. He was dressed in all black and his chest strained against the material of his sweater. His hands were balled into tight fists at his side and the sight reminded you of why you were here.

“Hi.” Probably wasn’t the best start but it was the best you could do. Jungkook didn’t respond so you soldiered on. “I-I know you don’t want to be here, so I’ll make this quick. I just…wanted to apologize. I had no idea I made you so uncomfortable. I’m not sure how long you’ve felt this way about me, not that it really matters, but I wish you had told me sooner. Maybe things would’ve been easier for you, who knows.” You released a heavy sigh and tried to shove down the stone in your throat as you forced the next words out of your mouth. “But, all of that doesn’t matter anymore. I think I understand what you need, now. I know you loved me at one point, but I’m obviously not what you need anymore. And…t-that’s okay - I swear it is. All I want is for you to be happy, Jungkook. And I think, in order for that to happen, I need to move on. We both need to move on-”

“Stop it,” Jungkook broke in with a harsh voice that cut your sentence in half. “Stop talking.”

It felt like he had slapped you in the face. A wave of humiliation washed over you and you visibly flinched. Staggering to your feet, you locked your gaze onto your boots in an attempt to hide the tears that dripped down your nose. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, not expecting it to change anything. You began to turn away but Jungkook stopped you in your tracks, again.

“Wait, no - stop. Stop. Please…don’t go,” he pleaded. When you turned around, his eyes were frantic. Jungkook’s hand was raised from his side as if he thought about reaching out to you but something stopped him. His words were at war with one another and you were caught in the middle, at a loss for what he was trying so desperately to convey to you.

“Jungkook, I’m so confused.”

“I know. I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry.” Jungkook tucked his head into his hands before dropping down into a squat. “This is all wrong. This is all so wrong.”

You knew you should walk away. You had said your piece, it was time to move on, just as you had said. Yet, you couldn’t. It was as if your heart was tethered to him and your body couldn’t handle the pain of walking away. “Listen-”

“I don’t know what to do.” He cut you off but the bubbles of anger that had risen from being interrupted popped once you saw how lost he looked. His tattooed fingers threaded through his hair, allowing you to see the pure anguish that twisted his features. “Whenever I feel like this, I come to you. Because you always know what to do. Any situation, no matter what, you can handle it. It’s something I’ve always admired about you.”

The way he spoke to you now, so reverently and so full of awe, made your head spin. Nothing made sense. It was such a blatant contrast to the brutality that he had spat out a week ago. As much as you wanted to believe what he said now, those stupid words could not get out of your head. It was a constant reminder that never shut up.

“I don’t know what to do either,” you admitted in a quiet voice.

“Tell me,” Jungkook begged, as if he couldn’t and refused to comprehend what you had just told him. “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Whatever you want from me, I’ll give you.”

You were shaking your head before he could finish. “There’s nothing you can do, Jungkook. Nothing.”

“Don’t say that.” He stared at you, horrified. “Don’t say that to me. Please, there has to be something.”

“What could there be?” You cried. Tears streamed down your cheeks now. “You said it yourself, being near me makes you sick. Why would I stay? Why would you want me to? I refuse to make you uncomfortable anymore - so that’s that.”

“It isn’t,” Jungkook argued back. “It can’t be. I-I can’t lose you, I can’t. I need to make this right, please just let me. Please.”

But, you were tired. You were so fucking tired. You were exhausted of the emotional rollercoaster that you were on that you just wanted to crawl away and hide. All the fight seeped out of you as your shoulders slumped forward. Jungkook saw this and the blood drained from his face. You were giving up, he could see it, and it scared the shit out of him.

“Jungkook, I need to go, okay? I-I can’t do this.”

“No!” Jungkook shouted and shot up to his feet. The pure panic that choked his voice brought on a fresh set of tears that you struggled to hold back. “Just let me explain, okay? I swear to God, after you hear what I have to say, if you still want me to, I’ll let you go. I won’t fight you on it. But, please let me tell you the truth. Give me a chance to make this right. You deserve that.”

You hesitated for a moment. Deep down, you knew you should let him talk. Not because you necessarily thought he deserved to, but because he was right. You did deserve the truth, no matter how much it broke your heart. With a heavy sigh and a quick swipe of your cheeks, you nodded. Once Jungkook was sure you weren’t going to leave, he began pacing. Looking every bit like the wild animal you knew him to be but never got to see.

“Mating with a werewolf is…brutal. It’s intense, it’s painful and it isn’t pretty. It’s essentially a breeding session where I use you as a vessel to fulfill my innate biological needs. It’s not romantic, it’s not gentle. Even for she-wolves it can be too much. The thought of subjecting you to something like that - that type of pain…I couldn’t fathom it. I don’t think you understand just how precious you are to me. The image of you being battered and bruised because of me, something I did…it tormented me, day and night.” He paused for a moment, the pained look in his eyes made you shiver. You hated that he had gone through all of this turmoil on his own, and you especially hated how you never made more of an effort to try and relieve him of it.

“I couldn’t do it. That’s partially the reason I waited so long to tell you that you were my true mate. I knew ruts were something I would never expose you to even though it’s such a huge part of my life, a wolf’s life.” Jungkook looked you straight in the eye, the intensity of his dark gaze took your breath away. “I know the practices other wolves partake in when their own heats or ruts arrive. I know you know them too. But, I need you to understand something. The moment you allowed me to be yours and vice versa, I haven’t had anyone else since. I swear on my life, I’ve spent every single one of my ruts alone. I wouldn’t and I won’t do that to you.”

“Isn’t that painful, though?” Your voice cracked but neither one of you acknowledged it. While your knowledge on ruts were expansive, having done plenty of research since being with Jungkook, you had obviously never experienced one.

“It’s manageable. It’s way more painful for a she-wolf to go through her heat alone than it is for a male.” Jungkook clenched and unclenched his fists as he resumed his pacing. “The worst part is being away from you. I’ve been going through ruts since puberty, I can handle them. But not being able to be with you for a whole week…I hated it. Still do. I dread that three month mark. And as time went on, I became more and more miserable. Being apart from you was almost unbearable but the other option…I never even allowed myself to consider it.

“It came to the point where the pack was noticing. I wasn’t getting the proper pheromonal release from my ruts and it was beginning to affect those around me. Taehyung has been on my ass for months now to get over myself and take you with me during my next rut. Each time I’d give him some excuse, but it was getting harder and harder to justify what I was doing. At first, I was convinced it was because I was protecting you. But you’ve been so understanding and so patient with me and my life, those excuses were becoming useless. Eventually, I think it was because I was protecting myself. I was - am - so scared. I’m terrified that I could hurt you when I’m like that. That I wouldn’t be able to notice or worse, ignored, if something happened to you. Living with that type of fear became debilitating. So, I just kept my mouth shut and kept you away from that part of me.”

Jungkook shook his head and chuckled humorlessly. “Now I know that was the worst possible thing I could do. That I was just hurting you more. What you walked into last Sunday was a culmination of my frustrations that I was refusing to deal with. While it’s not a valid reason, I’m well aware of that, I need you to know that what you heard was not the truth. It couldn’t be further from it. Because the truth is that I’m hopelessly in love with you and the thought of being without you hurts worse than I ever thought was possible.”

It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time that Jungkook left you speechless. It took you a full minute to process what he had said. Jungkook granted you the silence although he became increasingly more agitated as time passed. His boots scuffed the dead leaves that littered the ground and his pacing led him closer to the ashes that lay before your feet. Then, he’d suddenly stalk off with a growl as he was forced to keep away.

“I-” you cleared your throat around the lump that had found a home there. “I had no idea. This whole time…I thought it was because you didn’t want me.”

“God, no.” Jungkook swore heavily as his muscles bunched and coiled beneath his clothes. “The - the fact that…you - fuck. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. That’s not it, that’s not it at all. You’re my dream girl, you’re the love of my life, and I want you every second of every day.”

Maybe it’s because you were emotionally drained and had no mental strength left. Maybe, you needed to hear those words from Jungkook more than you realized. Whatever the reason was, it wasn’t worth trying to figure out an explanation as you sunk to the ground and burst into tears.

Jungkook lost it across from you. Broken whines stained the air as he carded through his hair anxiously. He kept trying to get to you, to try to soothe you. But the boundary was unfortunately doing its job and each attempt was met with failure. Curses were spat out until eventually, he got as close as the boundary would let him and fell to his knees. He began spewing whatever came to mind first, unsure of what to do. All he knew was that you were crying because of him and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He thought hearing you cry from your bedroom window was torture, but nothing could compare to hearing you break down in front of him. Nothing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m sorry…please, I’m so sorry. I - don’t cry, darling. Please don’t. I’m so sorry I hurt you, I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

It wasn’t tears of heartbreak that leaked from your eyes. Instead, it was tears of relief. While your heart had wholly accepted his words as the truth, the logical part of you reminded yourself that the two of you had way more talking to do. This was far from over, but the relief of knowing that he loved you and he was yours…it was indescribable.

You finally lifted your head up and were shocked to find Jungkook’s cheeks glistening with moisture. Your only thought was to comfort him as you scrambled forward to do just that. Instead of feeling his smooth skin against the palm of your hand, you were blocked by what felt like a wall although nothing stood in your way. Frowning, you realized with a start that the boundary worked both ways. Jungkook let out a frustrated growl as he glared at the ashes that was stopping both of you from getting what you wanted. It was silent for a few moments until an idea popped into your head.

“Wait here,” you announced before jumping up and taking off for the house. Ignoring Jungkook’s distressed cry, you ran inside. You yanked your car keys off from their designated hook and quickly typed out a text to your parents to let them know where you were going before spinning around and sprinting back outside. Jungkook was where you left him, although he stumbled to his feet when he saw you reappear.

“I’m going to your house,” you announced, breathless. “No witch is stupid enough to go that far into werewolf territory. If you want to talk to me there, then follow me.”

Jungkook stared at you for a heartbeat until the words you spoke clicked. “Y-yeah. Yes. Okay. I’ll be there.”

With a curt nod, you ran to your car. For the first time in a week, a faint sprout of hope bloomed in your chest.

It was the longest and shortest ten minutes of your life. The drive to Jungkook’s seemed to last a lifetime but also was over within a blink of an eye. The tears had stopped flowing by the time you pulled your car into his driveway, but you felt the telltale prick in your eyes when you saw him burst from the trees. Your heart ached as his long legs ate up the distance between you two as you wrestled with your seatbelt and threw the car into park. By the time you freed yourself, he was at the hood of your car.

The two of you stared at each other for a few breathless moments. You weren’t sure who moved first, but it didn’t matter as you crashed into each other’s arms. The moment his searing warmth enveloped you, you dissolved into another puddle of sobs. The feeling of his thick arms banded across your back, his torso molded to yours, and his hair tickling your ear, felt so right. Another wave of crippling relief washed over you and you practically melted against Jungkook. But he held you up, just like he always had.

He leaned against the front bumper while his hands were everywhere. Cradling your head into his neck, smoothing over your hips, or running circles over your shoulders. He was crying, you could feel the tears dampening your hair. But you were soaking his shirt so no one was in any position to complain.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t,” Jungkook hissed fiercely as he squeezed you tighter. “Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault, not in the slightest.”

“Kook,” you sighed and pulled your head back to get a good look at him. “It takes two to tango.”

“Not this time,” he argued. “You’ve put up with so much. You’re everything I could’ve asked for and more. It was my own fears that got in the way and created this mess. And I’m so sorry for that, darling. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shushed him gently, running your thumbs over his cheeks to swipe at the dried tears. “I know you’re sorry. I believe you.”

Jungkook dipped his head further into your touch with a pleased rumble vibrating through his chest. He kissed your palm gently, sniffing at your wrist. It made you giggle. “Missed that,” Jungkook mumbled as he stared at you with stars in his eyes. “Missed you. Missed you so much.”

A fresh wave of tears cascaded down your cheeks. You were positive that you looked like a mess, hair in a knotted bun, face red and puffy and you kept sniffling every two seconds. But Jungkook looked at you as if you held the world in your hands. “Missed you too,” you murmured in return. “Please, next time, just talk to me. I may not have the answers you’re looking for all the time, but I’ll always be here to listen.”

“I know,” Jungkook whispered. “There won’t be a next time, promise. If I happen to be stupid enough to put us in this position again, I give you full permission to punch me in the face.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You lifted yourself onto your toes to brush your lips against his, dropping back down to your feet when his head chased after yours. “Or maybe I just won’t kiss you for a week.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically and he actually looked terrified. “I’d rather you just punched me in the face.” You tilted your head back and laughed. Jungkook tugged you closer and nosed your throat before peppering gentle kisses along the exposed skin. Sighing happily, you tilted your head to allow him better access and rested your cheek on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you said quietly. Jungkook froze for a split second before he sank against you. Squeaking in shock, you scrambled to brace yourself against the sudden weight pressing you towards the house.

“Say it again,” Jungkook pleaded. You couldn’t deny him. Dusting feather light kisses to the shell of his ear, you repeated those three words again, and again, and again. Each time you did, Jungkook held you a little tighter and cried a little harder.

Eventually, you’re murmured promises became softer and softer until the two of you just enjoyed each others presence. “C’mon,” you finally whispered as you started to lift yourself off of him. Jungkook growled and refused to let you move an inch farther. “Kook, come on. Let’s go inside. Your ass must be numb by now.”

“Don’t care,” he grumbled but he at least shuffled forward a bit more so that your combined weight wasn’t squashing his ass against your car.

“You might say that now, but you won’t be saying that later.”

Jungkook grunted at your logic but he at least raised his head and looked at you with the sweetest eyes. “Please tell me you’re staying.”

Giggling, you asked, “do you want me to?”

“Obviously,” he scoffed. “I want you here forever.” Jungkook tilted his head thoughtfully. “Actually, you should just move in with me.”

Christ, this boy was going to give you whiplash. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Jungkook, we just made up. The whole reason we were in this mess is because of poor communication. Don’t you think we should work on that first before anything else?”

“But…we could work on communication all the time if we’re together 24/7.” Despite his pout, you knew he wasn’t totally serious. Although you were sure it was going to come up again.

“Alright, you maniac,” you said fondly. “Take me to bed.” Jungkook’s chest rumbled happily as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his trim waist.

It wasn’t a long walk to his bedroom, but the exhaustion of the past week caught up to you and the gentle rocking of his steps lulled you into a serene state. Not quite asleep, but not quite awake either. You were aware when Jungkook placed you on his bed, practically engulfed in his scent. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was the words Jungkook pressed into your hair has he slid in behind you.

“Love you forever, my darling girl.”

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blarrghe · 2 years ago

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got tagged to do a Six Sentence Sunday by @plisuu and I did not do it. Also probably a bunch of other wip tags going ignored. Well! No more! Have some homoerotic farm equipment repair from All Hail West Thedas to kick off Pride month.

Taggin' @transfenris-truther @fandomn00blr @noire-pandora @mars-colony @gaysolavellan and idk anyone who wants.

He had plenty to do, and yet he couldn’t seem to stop himself from… pausing. Lingering. Coming back to the barn more often than was necessary, taking lighter trips. Dorian had gotten determinedly to work, settling in with a long, red metal toolbox next to the relic of a hay elevator under the barn’s hayloft. Whenever The Bull passed by it was to the sounds of clanging wrenches, frustrated grunting, and the occasional muttered Tevene curse. It was hot and stuffy and smelled of that deep musk of horse and dust and hay in the barn, but he could have comfortably sat back to watch that struggle play out all day.

After The Bull finished his own tasks, he decided to check in more helpfully, leaning over to where Dorian had lowered himself like a mechanic under the bottom end of the long metal contraption, and asking if he needed a hand. Dorian pushed himself out and up, coming to sit on a foam mat placed on the barn’s straw-strewn floor, and looked up at him. He had grease on his nose and his jaw, sweat slicking back his normally soft-looking black hair, fierce pride in his bright silver eyes.

“No,” he said swiftly, and The Iron Bull found himself disappointed. Found he’d been half hoping that Dorian needed something really heavy to be dramatically lifted. “I’ve just about got it.”

The Iron Bull crouched, and squinted at the conveyer belt and its parts, the wheels and underworkings and their bits. Things looked in order, though they also mainly looked the same as they had before.

“What did you do?”

Dorian told him. He said things about tightening this and lubing up that and The Iron Bull was really going to have to get him to write it all down at some point, because he didn’t hear a lick of it. He saw the smear of black grease on his jaw and the additional spread of dust and grease across the thighs of his jeans, watched his arm flex when he grabbed the wrench and narrated his way through a few finishing strokes, heard a grunt, a curse, imagined a moan between them.

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bloomyagi · 4 years ago

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bewitched (m)

summary: bakugou has always loved you.

pairings: bakugou katsuki x f!reader, hawks x f!reader (nsfw)

genre: characters are aged up, 20+, pro heroes au

warnings: allusions to cheating, angst, porn w/ lots of feelings, shower sex, kinda subby bakugou, he’s basically lovesick n soft for u, keigo is a good birdie, he would never do this irl

length: 3,518

notes: hello! my first bnha fic, please be kind <3 please let me know what you think! i’ve been so obsessed w/ jjk & bnha recently skdjkjf. send help

It comes down softly at first. The droplets whispering against windshields, ghosting across bare arms, a trick of the light. Then a pause, like the darkening clouds are reconsidering their decisions. There is no wind, no anger in the way it pelts down, darkens the concrete. Like resignation, like relief. It soaks bone, sends most civilians packing as they duck under awnings and flee into shops in anticipation of a short-lived flare.

But it is summer, and the rain is welcome as a remedy against the oppressive heat. Many onlookers merely move their belongings closer to avoid the stream, gaze out glass windows longingly. Some find inspiration, others find peace.

You stand in the middle of it all, drenched and unmoving as you watch your lover wrap his arms around his secretary, and you wonder whose mood this pathetic fallacy is expected to reflect as you look across to meet familiar eyes.

He, too, mirrors your stance. Clothes sodden, yet the nature of its designs only lends to plaster themselves closer to his skin. His irises are that bright, burning red. He is not fizzling, heated against the affair before him. Instead, his gaze is trained on you.

There is no fury, no sadness, no emptiness. His gaze is not hollow, it is instead strangely warm. Your chest squeezes, tightening in the way you experience when you read a novel laced in tragedy, that welling feeling of anguish and sorrow.

His hands are shoved in his pockets, and though his eyes remain fastened to you, he makes no step to move closer.

The sky lightens, a thin streak of sun peering through in a solitary beam. The sounds seem to press close again, like a bubble popping in your ear.

The summer storm is tempered as quickly as it appeared, the sound of life—laughter, the splashing of sneakers drowning in newly formed puddles—and the lingering smell of renewed earth and the chirping of birds as they shake off their wings to take flight.

Water drips silently down the pair of gorgeous wings before you. They flutter briefly, flicking off the thin layer that pooled on its surface, before unfurling to fold over her. He pulls her closer, separating only every so often to breathe.

Shameless, is all you think plainly. And you are—ashamed. That feeling catches you by surprise, breath caught in your throat as the feeling expands, takes root in your lungs. It is that hindsight, that disappointment—at yourself—that has you lowering your eyes.

He is still looking at you, even as someone squeals and a crowd gathers, pushing and shoving to press close, stays rooted to his spot, watching you, even as the couple finally break apart, dishevelled—she adjusts her pencil skirt, re-buttons her blouse; he runs a hand through his golden locks, fixes his half-open shirt—and Hawks’ chuckle rings across the street, one arm braced around her waist as he signs autographs and takes photos. She is glowing beside him, all smiles and shrill laughter. Her nails, perfectly manicured and sharp, digs into his chest. He doesn’t even flinch. He likes it.

You stifle a dry laugh. Turning on your heel, you disappear into the thickening crowd.

He himself is being pawed at, hands fawning at his exposed arms, clutching at him like he is fresh off the conveyer belt.

He waits until he can no longer discern your retreating figure before bearing a half-smile at the crowd. He takes the pen that is shoved into his face, and he begins signing autographs.

Time and experience have tempered his constitution. He has accepted his flaws, worked on them until he could proudly stand on the same stage as his—friends. Because that is what they are—these people that have helped him grow, comforted his trauma, stayed with him despite it all. What else could he call them but the very things they are—they are the pillar of his strength. Because of you, I learned I could be strong for the things I care about.

He is not number one. He has no need for such a title, no need for such a goal anymore. He is no longer the brash, easily angered teenager that charged for the strongest.

“I don’t care what they call me, what rank I am, or what they think of me. I only want the power to protect these people. That’s it.” He thinks back to your words.

You are not often solemn. You laughed a lot, the slow-appearing crinkles to the corner of your eyes a physical testament to your innate joy. You liked to take delight in the ordinary things. Perhaps that is what drew him to you—that strength. To shoulder the burden of your chosen role in this society, to have the bravery to smile amongst the suffering.

There was always an unbidden heat that surged in his chest when he thought of you. That odd feeling of a knot tying itself in his stomach when his skin brushed yours. When you fell from the height of a skyscraper, half-conscious from defeating a new breed of nomu, his heart stuttered and leapt in halting beats to throat as he split from his team, their screams for you ringing in his ears, the rush of badump-badump closing in rapidly, pushing his beaten body to its limits, faster, faster, faster—please! Who was he praying to at the time? He was begging anyone who was listening to give him that push—the gap was too big, you were too far, he was too tired, too useless, too broken—he slammed into you with enough force to compel blood up his throat.

He spat it to the side quickly, not bothering to wipe himself clean before he turned to you. The first thing he registered was warmth. You were limp in his hold, on the edge of passing out, exhaustion lining every curve of your face. Your lips quirked, eyes closed.

“Hurts like hell,” you slurred. “Falling from heaven.”

He stared at you, blinking the blood from his lashes.

And then he threw his back and laughed. It was a full-bodied, uproarish laughter. The type that rumbled from his chest. He shook, though he was careful not to jostle you, and you managed a quiet chuckle.

The adrenaline faded from his body, and he hiccupped as he slumped onto the concrete beam behind him. The ice receded from his veins.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” he murmured. It was a quiet plea. Don’t do that ever again, is what he really wanted to say, but how could he? This was the occupational hazard of your shared line of work. This was the risk. His eyes burned, half-lidded as he held you closer.

You couldn’t lift a single limb on your body, so you lean into him.

“No promises.”

It was enough. Your voice was raspy, drained, but there was a sincere lilt to it.

He wanted to say something more, then, but first responders arrived and whisked you separate ways before he could gather his thoughts.

He regrets it, to this day. Perhaps if he had said something then, said something sooner, the scene would have played out differently.

He does not have many regrets, have long resolved to move on from his past and mistakes. “What a useless emotion,” you once told him. “Don’t wallow. Mourn and move on. Do better. That’s what you owe. That is what you are owed.”

But this—this he will always regret.

He finds you on the roof of your penthouse.

“I like it. Being able to see everything from up here.” The first time he’d peered over the edge, he’d been enlisted for furniture rearranging. You handed him a beer, beckoning him over, jerking your head to the scenery below. And it was—breathtaking. You were breathtaking. He hadn’t even bothered to entertain a cursory glance. It was summer then, too, and the evening breeze was light as it brushed your locks back. Lights began to flicker as the sun dipped lower into the horizon. He briefly considered making a similar move.

But moving was a hassle, only further proven by the efforts of today, so he dismissed the thought quickly, taking another swig. He was sweaty, a layer of grime a film over his skin from the manual labour he’d been voluntold for most of the afternoon. It was petty work compared to his—their—day job, but it was still a strangely refreshing workout.

“What are you feeling?” His steps are muted, voice faint. It carries on the back of a shallow gust.

You don’t spare him a look, staring into the distance. You’re sitting, one leg thrown casually over the ledge, the other pulled to your stomach. He’d made an off-hand comment once about adding some railings, but you’d rolled your eyes and pushed him playfully.

Pussy, you called. He chuckled. Like we don’t experience enough life-threatening dangers on a regular basis, he snarked.

All the more reason, then, you shot back. He fell silent then, the pulsing in his throat returning.

He could never really read you. Eyes are the window to the soul. He scoffs internally. Whoever said that must’ve known it was a load of bullshit. Your eyes never said anything. But his—his said everything he couldn’t, and more.

You hum. “Would it be cliché if I said I wasn’t surprised, only disappointed?”

“No.”

“Then I’m disappointed. I had hoped, I suppose, that he would choose differently.”

He tastes the words that I would be enough between, and the sigh of to change him that escapes your lips.

“You knew who he was when you went into this,” he says quietly. No judgement—he is not reminding you of your poor decisions, rather striking a conversation in the same manner one would inquire about the weather.

Quant, you think. And a few years ago, you would have added out of character. But now it is not so—he has grown into himself well.

You tilt your head back. He leans against the wall, arms crossed across that well-built chest of his, shirt straining against the muscle. He’s so tall now—so much taller than anyone had expected him to be. That wild, unruly blond hair of his has remained the same, appearing spiky but soft to the touch. And his eyes—they are gentle but retain the ferocity he is well-known for.

“Yes,” you say after a while. “That is why I am not surprised. But these feelings won’t just disappear overnight because of this.”

He’s quiet for a while, those crimson orbs of his trailing over your expression. You don’t know what he finds, but he must understand your position because he nods.

“I’ll wait for you.”

This—this is a surprise. Somehow, he always manages to surprise you.

“After all this time?” You ask softly.

“Always,” he says quietly.

He leaves, and when you return to the house, you pick up the keys he left on your counter. Twirling them on one finger, you smile to yourself.

Thank you. You know he knows.

“I tried to be the person you wanted me to be,” he says.

“I tried, I really did. But this is who I am, who they made me. I can’t change. I’m sorry,” he says.

He says a lot more, you think, but you’ve long since stopped listening. He knows these are only flimsy barriers that excuse his behaviour. He knows he is not this person. He is not broken, he is worthy of much, much more. He just needs to believe it. They took everything from him. That is what he thinks, how he lives. Like he has no real purpose.

Instead, he is stopped, wings flaring as you reach for him. You smell familiar, and that ache in his heart deepens. He will forever regret losing you, but you deserve more. He is not good for you, and he is not your responsibility. His growth is his obligation. Perhaps, when he is ready, he will find you again.

But by then, he thinks, burying his face into your shoulder, you will have already chosen differently.

“I love you, baby bird. I will always love you,” he presses these words against your neck in a soft whisper, voice cracking, like a prayer, he tries to sear his truth into your skin. He tastes salt on his tongue.

And, between it all, he traces I’m sorry.

You squeeze him once.

You know.

“Hey.”

You’re uncharacteristically shy, cheeks puffing in that sweet smile of yours.

That sharp, familiar warmth blooms in his chest at the sight of you perched on the arm of his leather couch. You look comfortable, relaxed, like you—belonged here, his mind supplies helpfully.

He steps out of his boots, unbuckling his support items and setting them on the counter to clean later. He’s a little worse for wear tonight, shoulders tight from chasing rogue villains the past few hours. The tension seeps away steadily, though, the longer he drinks you in.

You look good. You always look good. Gorgeous, even more so when you’re tired and dirty, covered in blood and dust and debris. It’s been so long since you patrolled together, pulled to opposite ends of the city the past few months.

“Hey,” he says back.

“Shower?” You take his hand.

He trails behind you, nearly tripping over in his haste to follow, failing to register your words in time. This must be a dream, he decides. And he will play along, as he always does in these fits of delirium. He will hold you and have you and love you in ways he cannot begin to describe, and then he will lose you as dawn breaks and he wakes to an empty bed. But he falls anyway, does it over and over until he feels like he will go insane from the sheer longing. He is addicted to you.

You haven’t spoken, not really, since that night on the rooftop. So you, being here, without any prior warning, touching him, smiling at him, leading him to his fucking shower—this must be a dream, right?

You push open the door to his bathroom. It’s big, he’s always been meticulous about his health, and enjoys his fair share of long soaks and hot showers.

He realizes a beat too late that you’re undressing him. He exhales sharply when you tug his shirt off, but before he could say anything, you murmur, “You smell like caramel. You always do. It’s just a little stronger than usual.”

“Oh.” He sounds a little breathless, a little strangled. Unlike him, but he has never really been anything but himself with you. He’s still discovering new sides to himself, it seems.

Oddly enough, he’s the farthest thing from embarrassed as he steps out of his pants and boxers. He’s flushed, but the heat that floods his veins is nothing short of delicious. It makes his head spin, makes him lean into your touch.

You strip quickly, tossing your costume fabric aside his for laundry. He sucks in an audible breath at the sight of your nude body. Beautiful, he wants to say, but the words are stuck in his throat, and he reaches out with a shaky hand to thumb the smear of grease on your cheek.

You smile, pushing open the frosted glass doors and pull him inside.

The temperature is perfect. He likes it hot on days like today, muscles relaxing as the water washes away his fatigue.

“You know me so well,” he says.

You push him under the stream, water cascading between the two of you. His locks flatten under the pressure, falling over his eyes. You run a hand through his hair, pushing it back as you press yourself flush against him.

“Yes,” you answer. “I do.”

And then you kiss him. A low purring echoes through the space. Ah, it’s me, some part of him thinks absently. He opens his mouth instantly, tongue lapping at yours, arms coming around to hold you close. He can distinctly feel the way your perked nipples rub against his pectorals. He can taste you. And you are sweet, so sweet and the lewd sounds of your make out reverberating in the room so vividly he knows this is not, in fact, a mere conjuration of imagination after all.

He loathes to part from you, but he does. His fingers dig into your waist, anchoring him to reality. He looks at you searchingly, beseechingly. If you are here, you can only be here for one reason.

“I’m sorry I took so long. I’m sorry, I know it must’ve been painful. I’m here now, I promise I’ll never leave again,” you say, cupping his cheek.

His breath catches. His eyes flutter shut.

“You promise?” He sounds so small, so weak. Vulnerable. He would’ve hated that, once, but he is no longer that person. Today, he can accept he is weak for you. Always has been. And that’s okay, he thinks. He doesn’t have to be strong all the time.

“Yes. I promise, Katsuki.” You press your forehead against him, standing on your tippy toes.

He kisses you again, swallows your dreamy sigh, one hand on the back of your head, the other crushing your body against his. He wants you close, needs you close. Needs to feel you, this is real, right?

“Yes,” you whisper, and he realizes belatedly that he spoke aloud. “This is real. I’m here. I’m right in front of you.” You take his hand and press it against your upper rib cage, where your heart beats. Fast, like the wings of a hummingbird.

He can’t help it. He takes you against the wall, so pent up from years of pining he can hardly think, rutting into you like a teenager in heat, feeling like he’s a virgin again, every trace of your skin so new, he maps them out first with his eyes, then his hands and mouth. He slows down when you call his name in a haze of pleasure, takes the time to worship you, find what makes you tick, watches your expression raptly as he rolls his hips, as he tweaks your nipples, palms your ass, litters a necklace of freshly bloomed violets on your collarbone.

He’s panting your name, you’re murmuring praises in his ear, tugging at his locks and biting down on his shoulder and he cums so hard his vision whitens.

The two of you slide down, his legs giving out in the aftershocks, until he’s sitting on the floor of his shower and you’re curled up on his lap.

The water is—miraculously—still hot.

You lay there for a while, and he catches his breath between lazy kisses, enjoying the way your hands roam his chest languidly.

Finally, he stands, letting you down reluctantly to actually clean yourselves. You giggle at the pout that forms when your feet touch the ground once more.

You wash his hair, massaging methodically as he dips his head back to let the foam drain. He takes great pleasure in this, at the way you spread a generous amount of body wash on your palms and begin scrubbing the grime from his skin.

He jolts forward, letting out a low groan as you squeeze his flaccid cock teasingly. He glances away, eyes half-lidded, at the heated look you give him when his cock hardens immediately.

“You underestimate how easily you turn me on,” he says plainly. Not a hint of embarrassment. And why should he be? You kiss the corner of his mouth. “I love it,” you murmur.

You rinse him off before turning. His length presses against your ass, but he makes no move to seek anything further, focused on washing you.

Satisfied, he turns off the water.

You step out, toweling each other off. He pulls you to him, inhaling deeply. He likes that you smell like him now.

Afterwards, you are tucked in close, covers pulled up and he’s buried his face in your chest, bare legs tangled.

Perhaps it’s the novelty, the feeling of finally, but you can’t get enough of one another. You wake each other multiple times throughout the night, clawing at each other, ripping his boxers and your—his—shirt from each other until you were pressed tightly together, bare, a thin sheen of sweet already coating your bodies.

A thin strip of moonlight peeks through the cream curtains. He gazes up at you, thinks everything in his life has been leading up to this moment. That warmth swelling again, as it always does, so intense it has him arching his back. You touch his cheek, smiling. Something lands on the side of his pillow. Ah. You lean down, lips warm as they kiss away his tears.

“I love you, Katsuki.”

He closes his eyes.

Thank you.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #bakugo smut #hawks smut #bakugo x you #hawks x you #bakugou x reader

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valatheapprentice · 2 years ago

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Shattered Moon: Moon Knight fanfic Pt. 3

After waiting to board their plane, they're finally able to move foreward. They and their bags make it through security with no issue thanks to Vala, the guns easily hidden from the scan as it passed through the conveyer belt under the illusion she placed. "Yeah. I see how you could be useful." He admitted.

"That was nothing." She smirked as they made their way to their seats.

They set their bags in the cabinets overhead, thankfully the third seat was left empty, leaving more room for storage and to talk openly. A stewardess with a bright smile and tired eyes welcomed them, making sure they had what they needed. Marc and Vala smiled as the stewardess continued to the next pair of passengers. The silence that stretched between them was anything but comfortable, though they both remained deadpan as they lost themselves in their separate thoughts. His watch ticked slower in the moments before take off.

The pilot spoke through the intercom, ready to depart. Marc relaxed further into his seat, waiting for the plane to ascend and steady itself. Beside him, Vala took a deep breath. Her muscles tightened beneath her skin. She tried to steady her heart with well thought out breaths.

"Dont tell me you're scared of flying." Marc looked at her, questioning with amusement. "You have been on a plane before, right?"

"Of course I have." Vala shot him a glare. "And I'm not."

"Liar" He chuckled.

"I am not a liar." She retorted. "I'm just stubborn."

"Clearly." He nodded, pointing at her uncomfortable posture.

She huffed. "Anyone ever tell you how annoying you can be?"

The plane took off. Vala held her breath until it had reached its altitude and began feeling stable again. Marc waited her out, until her breathing had normalized and her grip on her pants became less severe. "You alright?"

"Yeah." She replied, more so trying to convince herself of that.

"If you insist." Unconvinced, he promtly brought up the topic at hand. "Anything more you can tell me about the mission?"

Vala nodded. "I have a friend who was able to find some of the al'aydi alsawda'. Rumor has it a few of them like to brag, especially after a few drinks. She heard they were lower ranked so they should be easier to get information out of. She's going to call with information later. But it does seem like Sidi Bou Saïd is the place to start."

"So all we got to go on are rumors?" He asked, sighing as he mentally prepares to come up with a plan.

"I have to say that. She's not exactly in the most legal work force." She said.

"Not sure if you knew this," he leans closer to her, dropping his voice. "But I am a mercenary. And I doubt your night job is all that legal either."

"All the more reason, if you ask me." Vala shrugged. "That way it's harder to pin on anyone."

"Not sure it works like that." He replied.

She mumbled mockingly under her breath before getting back to the topic. "But I do feel I need to ask. Think we could get information with as little blood shed possible? Preferably none?"

Marc rolled his eyes. "I dont just kill everyone I see, you know."

She put her hands up defensively. "Had to ask. I figured you were the brawn on the duo. Can't be too sure."

He turned his head toward her, brows knitted together. "Excuse me?"

"You say you're a mercenary." She whispered. "Which means you take the guys out. I just thought that meant the other guy was the smart one."

"The other guy-" He let out an exasperated sigh. "Steven does know more than me. Most people, actually. But he can hold his own. And I'm not- you know what? I don't have to explain myself to you, miss jazz hands."

"You call me that now," she pointed in his direction. "But you won't be when I'm saving our asses. Or healing your wounds."

"Twenty bucks says I'll be taking care of yours first." He laughed as he sank back into his seat.

"You're on." She followed suit, pausing for a brief moment. "I feel like we'll have a better chance coming up with a game plan after she calls."

"I was just thinking the same thing." Marc said. "Really hope I can trust you as much as the gods seem to."

"So do I. Not that I have much of a choice." She said softly.

They sat in silence for another moment before Marc spoke up. "You don’t happen to know how Kohnshu and Hecate know each other, do you?"

"She's never volunteered the information. But I think I do." She responded.

"If this is the story I'm thinking of, I love it." Steven said through the window next to Marc.

"A while ago, Cronus had attacked the gods in Greece. Some of them fled to Egypt for a while." She explained. "Hecate was one of them. Hell. She was one of the ones that shape shifted. A cat I think it was. She always did speak about him and a few others with a lot of respect. At the very least they bonded over the moon. She doesn't share a lot about things."

Marc's lips twitched. "I know how that can be. Pays to know your shit, huh."

"Well, when all you can remember center's around a goddess, you kind of learn it quickly. Does make me want to know about others more. Little at a time, right?" She stopped herself. Why do i keep fucking talking, she asked herself. "Sorry. I don't get to talk about this a lot."

"Dont be." He said. "I have that effect on women."

"Hahaha." She looked at him, unimpressed. "Let's just keep this as professional as we can."

"You got it, boss." He teased.

~~~~~

They opened the door into their shared room. Beige walls decorated with mosaic surround two beds, neatly made with matching red sheets. Orange curtains frame the window looking over the city. The sun was nearing the end if it's path across the sky it lit the room up. They drop their bags on the bed, waiting with little to do but fall on to theor respective beds as they wait for Vala's contact to call.

"You know." She's said, a shallow humor in her voice. "Its a miracle you know Arabic."

"It seems that way because you fucking butchered it." He replied. "How the hell did you make it this far?"

"With a lot of difficulty." She huffed. "I guess flirting the answers out of who ever is out of the question."

Marc raised an eyebrow. "Flirting?"

"It basically the opposite of killing. Start at one end and work your way down." She said.

Marc waited for, well, anything else to be said. "I can't tell if your joking or not."

"Meh." He shrugged. "Most of the time I say that I am. But it has worked before."

Marc pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but no flirting with the bad guys."

Vala scoffed. "Well, I can't if everything that comes out of my mouth is garbled nonsense."

"How the hell are you even still alive?" He asked.

"You really think I'm that bad?" She turned her head to face him.

"I've seen what gets people hurt." He said, his voice softer, more thoughtful.

She nodded, turning her sight back to the textured wall above them. "Believe it or not, I do know what I'm doing."

Marc didn't get to respond as a musical ring tone broke. She snatched her phone and went through her bag for a pen and pad of paper. "Oye. ¿Qué tienes para mí?" She held the pen to the paper and paused. "¿Podrías deletrearlos para mí?" She continued to write for a few seconds before confirming everything. "Muchas gracias. Eres la mejor." She turned to Marc. "Got it!" She bubbled out with a smile. "Wanna Facebook stalk them before we go out?"

Marc stared at her, his eyes dark eyes glazed in uncertainty. "Facebook stalk? Really?"

She moved her bag over to the floor before laying back down. "Why not? We can see what kind of douche we're dealing with." She look over to him. "We know when their most vulnerable. Unless you want to spend the time watching me look them up." She pats on the space next to her on her bed and returns to her screen.

He stares at her for a moment as she starts looking through their social media's, thinking there is no way she's for real. A group of bad guys have a potentially dangerous artifact and she wants to check Facebook? Something in him tried to assure him she has to be smarter than she looks, and Marc thinks he know what, or who, is saying that. She had better be, he thought back.

#moon knight #marc spector #original story #story #steven grant #fanfic #writing #ocs #marvel

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fanficsunflower · 4 years ago

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It's Been Too Long! Jonah Marais x Reader

It’s Been Too Long - Jonah Marais x Reader

Request: None

Summary: Y/N facetimes Jonah while he and the boys are in the studio at Daniel’s. Little do they know, Y/N is on their way to the studio to surprise them!

Warnings: long-distance relationship, massive amounts of fluff, first-person POV, mild cursing

It was about 12p in LA when I rang Jonah’s phone, knowing he would be in Daniel’s studio with the rest of the guys. The plan was to pretend I was on my way to a class and sneak into the studio to surprise them—all of them except Daniel, that is. Since he helped me plan this. I’d been texting him all day, trying not to get caught by the boys. We’d already been caught by Franny, who was quite possibly more excited than Dani was, but I was more excited than the two of them combined. I hadn’t seen Jonah in months due to COVID restrictions closing LAX.

When COVID began, we weren’t too phased by the time apart since we were already long distance; but the longer it dragged on, the harder it got to be apart. It helped that he had more time to call me, but calls weren’t nearly as good as being in his arms.

So when COVID restrictions let up in California, I started quarantining immediately. I only going to classes online, ordering groceries for delivery, and even having a remote appointment with my therapist rather than seeing them in person. And it was all for this moment!

As the LAX train started to move towards baggage claim, I hit the call button under Jonah’s contact.

His bright smile was the first thing I saw when he picked up.

“Hey, baby! Where are you?” He asked, looking around me, confused.

“I’m on the bus, babe,” I said through my Why Don’t We mask he’d sent me, “My car broke down yesterday, and I have a class in person today.”

His smile returned as I ‘explained’.

“Oh, okay, will it be fixed soon?”

“Yeah, I had it towed to the shop, and it’ll be back up and running and a few days. Are you in the studio?”

His smile turned into a grin as he started telling me what they were working on that day. He was always so excited to tell me what went on in the studio that day, and I always loved hearing about it. His beautiful eyes always shimmered when he got excited, and I could listen to him talk for hours. Hell, I had before multiple times.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when the train started to slow down, and I nearly fell from the force. Jonah began laughing, knowing how clumsy I was.

“I swear I need to wrap you in pillows sometimes,” he laughed.

“It’s not that bad,” I said before he gave me a knowing eyebrow raise, “Ok, maybe it is that bad, but not always!”

We laughed again as the doors opened, and I grabbed my backpack, making my way to the luggage claim.

“That looks like an airport, babe. What bus did you take?”

I bit my lip from behind my mask. Lying to Jonah was more challenging than I thought it would be.

“Did I say bus? I took the Metro Link. IDK if y’all have a metro where you are, but it’s basically just the subway I’m headed to get a taxi now,” I replied. He gave me another eyebrow raise before nodding.

“Just be safe, okay?”

“Of course, love,” I smiled at him through my mask, forgetting that he couldn’t see, but he smiled back at me.

“You know me so well,” I giggled as he smiled at me again.

“Yeah, I do. Also, the boys are here if you wanna say ‘hi’?”

“Of course!”

He flipped the camera so I could see the rest of the studio. Jack and Daniel were sat at the computer with Corbyn standing behind them, all three wearing headphones. Zach sat next to where Jonah was seated and waved to the camera.

“Hi Y/N!” Zach shouted, more to get the other boys’ attention than anything else. It worked, and all three turned around, taking off their headphones and waving.

“Hey, Y/N/N!”

“Aye, Y/N!”

“Yoooooo, how are you?”

“I’m good! Just heading to a class right now,” I laughed. Each guy started talking all at once, mainly to each other. I chimed in once in a while, but I was more focused on spotting my suitcase. When I saw it rolling down the conveyer belt, I walked over, grabbed it, and started making my way to the taxis.

“Why do you have a suitcase, Y/N/N,” Corbyn questioned. I groaned internally. How do I explain this one?

“Didn’t you say you had some project due today?” Daniel saved me from answering.

“Yeah, I did. It’s a big project; that’s why I have to go in today.”

Damnit Corbyn…

“Ummm….it’s on uh, the stages of child development.”

“Ooh cool, show us when you’re done? Sounds interesting.”

“Sure, Corbs. Hold on, guys, I gotta get in this taxi.” I set my phone on the seat as I loaded my bags into the car. I could hear the guys talking about something they were working on as Kobe barked in the background. Daniel grabbed the cute pup as I picked up the phone again and got in the car. I had no idea how they hadn’t caught on yet, but I was not questioning their obliviousness.

As the car started its way to Daniel’s house, I listened quietly to the boys as they chattered on about music and when they could play live again. As the conversation turned towards me again, we talked about what we’d do when I could finally come out to LA. I could barely keep my excitement contained as we came up with ideas that ranged from going to the beach to making music together. Eventually, the car pulled up outside Daniel’s house, and I thanked the driver, paying him and gathering my things. Daniel left the room as I got up to the front door, saying he was going to the bathroom. Seconds later, I hung up, telling everyone goodbye right as Daniel opened the door. I took off my mask and gave him a huge hug.

“God, I missed you,” Dani laughed into my hair, “It’s boring here without you.”

“Who else is gonna keep y’all out of trouble, eh?” We laughed as he grabbed my suitcase from behind me.

“Oh, I can get it, Dani.”

“Nah, Y/N/N, gotta show off these guns,” He flexed, and we chuckled quietly so the others wouldn’t hear us.

“You left Kobe in the studio, right?”

“Yeah, otherwise they’d know you were here in seconds.”

“True. Thanks for covering for me earlier, by the way. Great thinking, I dunno what I would’ve said, but it would’ve definitely tipped them off.”

“No problem, I know you suck at lying” Daniel grinned at me, setting down my suitcase in the hall.

When we reached the studio, Daniel went in first so the guys wouldn’t think anything was up. I waited maybe a minute before sneaking into the room. Corbyn and Jonah were sat at the computer with headphones on, so they didn’t notice me come in. Zach and Jack saw me immediately, but I help my finger to my lips, silently telling them not to say anything as I snuck up behind Jonah. I covered his eyes with my left hand, pulling off his headphones with my right.

“Guess who?”

Jonah whipped around, the headphones falling off, and wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. Corbyn turned around, smiling as everyone cheered. When Jonah finally loosened his grip on me and looked up, he had tears welling up in his beautiful eyes.

“I missed you so fucking much, baby,” He whispered, standing up to kiss me. An echoing “Awwww” came from the rest of the room, and Jonah flipped them off, tightening his grip around me. Laughter erupted from all of us as I broke the kiss and waved the rest of the boys over to join in on the hug.

Corbyn took off his headphones, standing to join the hug from behind me as Jack, Zach, and Daniel followed suit, piling on top of Jonah and me. The sweet moment didn’t last, though, because Zach, intending to poke me, poked Corbyn in the side, who yelped in surprise. We all laughed as we pulled back from the hug, and Corbyn attacked Zach, capturing him in a chokehold.

“Not the hair! Not the hair!” Zach jokingly yelled at Corbyn, who eventually let him go after successfully messing up Zach’s hair. As Zach attempted to fix his hair and Daniel sat back down at the computer with Corbyn to play me the song they’d been working on, Jonah led me back to sit on the couch next to Jack, who ruffled my hair.

“We really missed you, Y/N. How long are you gonna be here?” Jack asked. At that, all the boys turned to me, waiting on my answer.

“Well, since I can do all of my classes online, I’m here as long as you’ll have me!”

The boys’ smiles grew, and they cheered again, starting to talk about what we’d do while I was here. I snuggled into Jonah, who had his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m so glad you’re here, baby. I missed you so much,” Jonah said, smiling at me. I grinned back at him.

“Me too, baby, me too.”

A/N- Should I do a steamy part 2?

#jonah marias x reader #jonah marais #why don’t we #why don’t we x reader #zach herron #daniel seavey #jack avery #corbyn besson #imagines #x reader #fan fiction

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carllisle · 4 years ago

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D with Carlisle (and/or Carlesme.)

D - subtle kindness

Undercut for length. Shout out to my fellow customer service reps who know that Carlisle Cullen would treat us right if he saw us dealing with a horrible customer.

Carlisle liked to go the supermarket late at night. There was something about the empty aisles, the fluorescent lights spilling into the parking lot in hues of white and yellow and green and blue. There was a lonely sort of peace to it, like borrowed time in a different reality. Usually, there were less people around, too.

He browsed the aisles at a leisurely pace, spending most of his time in front of the dried produce. Most of what they bought was donated to food banks so there was no point in buying anything fresh, at least when there were no humans around to perform the act for. An old song played over the tinny tannoy system and Carlisle tapped his foot absent-mindedly. There were a few other customers but they were in different aisles.

He pushed his cart, half full with canned vegetables and fruits and packets of long-life baked goods, round the corner closest to the tills and was about to make his way up that aisle but a conversation caught his attention.

“Listen, I don’t know who you think you are, but I am the customer and the customer is always right!”

“Sir, I’m really sorry but this coupon is expired, my system won’t accept it and there’s no way to override-”

“I want to speak to your manager. Right now.”

“Sir, there’s no one here, it’s almost closing so-”

“So they left a stupid kid in charge? This is ridiculous. What’s your manager’s number? I want to call them right now.”

“I can’t give out that information, sir, and even if I could, there’s nothing she can do, the coupon is expired-”

“By a day! Are you an idiot? Why does a day matter?”

Carlisle cleared his throat delicately. The customer - an irritated-looking man with a grey beard and red face and wrinkles beneath a set of bushy brows - jumped at Carlisle’s sudden appearance. “Can you believe this?” the man grunted, sticking a thumb at the young cashier. “Won’t give me this discount. World’s going to shit, I tell you.”

“Oh, that doesn’t sound ideal,” Carlisle replied mildly. “Why ever not?”

“The coupon’s expired, I really can’t do anything, I’m really sorry-”

“Look at this,” the man told Carlisle, waving the slip of paper in front of his face.

Carlisle took it and cast his eyes over it. “Hmm. It looks like this coupon was good for six months. Were you unable to use it in the past six months?”

“Hmph. That’s not the point.”

“Unfortunately I think it might be.” Carlisle gave him a sympathetic look and lowered his voice. “If you need it, I would be happy to pay your bill in the name of good Christian fellowship.”

The man’s face turned a deep shade of purple. “I can afford it!” he snapped. “It’s not a question of that!”

Carlisle raised his eyebrows. “That is good to hear. Then I think you had best pay this nice cashier and be on your way, as you have failed to use your coupon for fifteen percent off during the allocated time period, and that is not the fault of the young lady.”

“Don’t remember asking you!”

“Well, you did ask me can you believe this not a moment ago,” Carlisle reminded him, smiling kindly. “And yes, I can, believe that your out-of-date coupon cannot be accepted. Now, please do pay so that I might check out too, and return home to my family.”

The man’s eyes tightened and his face remained a constant shade of maroon. Carlisle hoped he didn’t have high blood pressure, in case he popped a blood vessel. Then he grunted again and threw his card at the cashier. The cashier processed the payment with shaking hands and the old man left, throwing a dark look at Carlisle over his shoulder.

Once he was gone, he began unloading his groceries onto the conveyer belt and the young woman scanned them quickly. “Thank you,” she said quietly. She looked like she was going to cry.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently.

“Yeah.” She nodded and swallowed. “People don’t usually stick up for me, though, that’s all. Means a lot.”

“Some people can be unnecessarily cruel to those they deem beneath them. You’re not beneath them, though, and you should not be treated cruelly.”

She scanned item after item at a surprising speed. “Yeah. It’s always scarier when I’m by myself, too. I mean, I’ve got Kevin out back but... he’s out back.”

Carlisle nodded sympathetically. He couldn’t imagine how difficult it was to be a young woman feeling threatened and alone. He wanted to offer to stay with her, but she wasn’t to know that he was any less dangerous than any other man. She didn’t say anything else, either, and he didn’t know how to offer her comfort without frightening her. She rang him up and he paid.

“Thanks again,” she said quietly as she handed him his receipt. “Really. It means a lot.” She glanced at him and then away as if she couldn’t hold his gaze for more than a second

“You are very welcome. Are you new, by the way? I don’t recall seeing you before.”

“Yeah, only a few weeks in. I’ve seen your wife and kids in here before, though. They were nice to me, too.”

He smiled softly. “I’m glad to hear that. Thank you for your excellent service, I hope to see you again soon.”

Her smile was weak and there were tears in her eyes. He didn’t know what else to say.

After loading the car, he parked it a few blocks away and ran through the shadows close to the store again. He could hear the young cashier and her colleague closing up. He waited there until both of them had locked up the shop and made it to their cars. Once he was sure the young woman was safe, he was comfortable going home.

#anon #ask #carlisle cullen #ellie writes #god this feesl like a self insert #because the thing i want most in the world is to deal with nice customers #throwback to my time at booking dot com when i had to speak to americans all shift #and literally had 2 mental breakdowns #literally the WORST people #@ american customer service reps how do yall do it #yous are all magic honestly

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kieranfm · 3 years ago

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𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓 , 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 ; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 ›› 𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍 + 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍

boarding the plane in new york was bittersweet . touring , playing live to hundreds of people almost every night & being able to put faces to the people that helped them get their first american tour was EVERYTHING . it was the reason why he did any of this & kieran couldn’t begin to describe just how lucky & GRATEFUL he felt about getting to make a career out of his dream — it was all anyone wanted . but for all the GOOD — for all the excitement that ended in a post-show high — that had happened , this tour had shown them all of the parts of the music industry they HATED ; the media twisting things for the biggest headline , artists that only cared about the privileges that came with a heightened profile — so much so that they would do ANYTHING to get more , management that thought any publicity was good publicity & fans that were more interested in feeding drama than the fact that the people they talked about were real people with lives of their own — lives they knew NOTHING about but could still implode . all of which had NEARLY cost kieran the most important person in his life . their american tour was one he’d ALWAYS remember , one he’d always have fond memories of even when there were a lot of terrible ones mixed in , but ever since he’d stepped off stage in atlanta there had been only ONE thing he’d wanted to do . last year after their last show on their uk & europe tour he’d felt like he could have done it all over again right there & then . but this year , this tour . . . all he’d wanted to do was go home . back to the girl with a touch & a laugh that was impossible to replicate . back to the girl that he LOVED . & though he may have seen her eight days ago & talked to her every single day since , he couldn’t have said goodbye to new york & their first american tour fast enough . because as the plane’s wheels lifted from the tarmac he was one step closer to her ; one step closer to home , where a goodbye wouldn’t be found upon either of their lips for at least the next few weeks .

all he had to do was get through a six hour and 55 minute flight .

in any other situation he could have filled those six hours and 55 minutes easily . he’d done it COUNTLESS times in the studio & hidden away between sheets , where the only sound that broke through the haze were two hushed voices . but as the plane descended , six hours and 55 minutes had never felt so LONG . hell , every moment that passed between disembarking to standing at baggage claim had never felt so long . everything felt like it was moving at snail pace . but maybe that was only because he KNEW somewhere within this damned airport was evan . because he KNEW that all that separated them was an arrival’s gate & as fingers curled around the handle of a duffle bag , it wouldn’t be long before not even that stood between them . “ i’ll see you outside . ” kieran said as he slipped the strap of his bag over his shoulder , eyes only sparring a glance over at the three boys & mikey lined up at the conveyer belt all in wait for their own abgs , before he took a step in the direction of the arrivals gate . & even though he heard ruairi’s voice register somewhere in the back of his mind , nothing would have made him turn around . there was only ONE person he wanted to see . he’d told her to never let him be selfless again when it came to her & he was intending on keeping that promise without her having to even ask . coming off stage was one thing . seeing each other for the first time in 8 days , & before that 32 , was ENTIRELY different .

reunions were nothing new to them — there had been one almost every week at a train station since evan had moved to london earlier this year — but just like EVERYTHING else , every time felt like the first . & if he really thought about it , it was a FIRST . it would be the first time she’d met him at the arrivals of an airport . the first time he'd ever come back to her after a tour had taken him somewhere she wasn’t . the anticipation was KILLING him . it blurred all of the faces that passed him as he made his way through the arch of the arrival gates , even as eyes searched the awaiting people on the other side . all waiting for a loved one of their own to be revealed by sliding doors . she had to be here SOMEWHERE . late might be a synonym for evan , but if she was going to be on time anytime . . . this would be one of them . fingers tightened around the strap of his bag at his shoulder as he peered across the sea of faces . searching for a halo of curls & blue eyes lit by the same brightness that burned within his own dark gaze . but picking her out of a crowd had NEVER been all that hard & as he sidestepped away from the main exit , the corners of his lips curled into a smile that only kept growing as eyes settled on a small girl that was near as wayward as the curls that bounced with every shifting of her weight between feet . seemingly barely able to keep the elation contained because all it seemed to take was ONE look — one second after their eyes met — for her to let it take over . but with his heart beating loudly in his ears , there was only one second of hesitation before he stepped forward . hand moving from the strap of his bag , & in the process shrugging the weight of it from his shoulder . allowing him to freely & easily catch her within his arms as the space between them ceased to exist . because as soon as his arms wrapped securely around her , the hesitation that had pulled at him as he'd taken the first step towards her had been LONG forgotten . the whispered warnings could grow to shouts for all he cared . nothing & NO ONE was going to get in the way of them again . HE LOVED HER & he didn’t care what anyone thought . he loved her & he wanted EVERYONE to know . so there in the middle of arrivals , surrounded by a sea of people , he kissed her . he kissed her for the missed days they’d never get back , for the times he thought about her as the first chords of cheer up baby played in sold out venue , for the mornings he woke up to find the side of her bed empty . but most importantly , he kissed her because he LOVED her & there would never be anyone else . there was ONLY her . & as fervency finally faded into a breath as he broke for her , that adoration that had fuelled him burned brightly within his gaze as they flittered between hers , the grin upon his lips finding its way back as he finally spoke , “ hey , you . ”

#𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 / kieran + evan .

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trashyswitch · 5 years ago

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Trapped

NIGHT 4: Michael is stuck in an animatronic suit, and forced to stay alive while Minireena’s crawl inside, and attempt (keyword: attempt) to kill him.

For LunaBruceYT.

Trapped. That’s how Michael felt right now. Figuratively, and literally. He had been shoved into a suit of some sort. It was snug, dark, and deathly quiet. He attempted to wiggle, but only moved an inch or two. That was it. He couldn’t wiggle out! He couldn’t even knock himself down! All he could really do, was move his head side to side.

Was he dead? Was he alive? he couldn’t answer. How could he answer his own fate, if he can barely see the world in front of him? The only thing he could slightly see, was a red flashing light in the back of the room. His whole body seemed to be trapped in something, which included a mask with large holes for his eyes. Wait a second...whole body? Snug and dark? Mask?

Oh god...

Is he in an animatronic suit?!

“Shh! Be still...and quiet...” A female voice told him.

It’s Baby’s voice. But, where was she? He couldn’t see her. All he could do, was listen closely to her voice.

“You’ve been sleeping for quite a while...I think they noticed that you never left the building last night.” Baby continued.

Wait, WHAT?! How long was he asleep?! Did he fall asleep here? What happened last night? Most importantly:

Did he miss last night’s episode of The Immortal and The Restless?! CRAP! HOW’S HE GONNA CATCH UP?!

“The cameras were searching for you. But they couldn’t find you...I have you hidden too well...” the female clown explained.

Okay, so that answered some things...Baby put him into this dark, claustrophobic mess...

“I kidnapped you.” Baby told him.

Michael’s heart dropped. Panic began to set in, as he began to understand:

This is how he’s gonna be spending-

[NIGHT 4]

Michael wiggled a little more in the suit. He needed to get out of here. If that meant making tons of noise, then so be it.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” Baby reassured him.

Michael narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Sure...that’s ToTaLlY not something a serial killer would say! What’s she gonna say next? ‘I’m just gonna bash your brains in.’?

...Wait...Please don’t say that...

“I am only going to keep you for a little while.” Baby explained.

Michael let out a sigh of relief. He’s not gonna die today. That’s good.

“Try not to wiggle, though...” Baby warned. Michael slightly tensed at that. But, why? If there’s no one in the building, why stay still? It didn’t make sense. Nothing made sense so far...

“You’re inside something that came from my old Pizzeria.” Baby explained further.

Michael took a mental note to his ‘What’s going on?’ list.

“don’t think it was ever used...at least, not the way it was meant to be used...too dangerous...” Baby mentioned.

Now, what was THAT supposed to mean?! Did...Did someone have a bit too much fun in this thing?! Is there even a hole down there?! Oh God...did someone lose-

Ew...God, he hoped not...

“It’s just big enough for one person to fit inside...but just barely...”

So it IS a full suit! It’s a suit that barely fits him! No wonder he felt snug and claustrophobic...

“You’re in the scooping room.”

Michael raised an eyebrow at the odd name.

“Do you know why they call it they scooping room’? It’s because, dummy...this is the room where they use the scooper. I thought that would be obvious...” Baby explained.

Uh, did Baby just call him a Dummy? First of all, how dare she? Second of all, that explanation just created more questions! What’s a scooper?! Why is there an entire room dedicated to it? Is it an unknown animatronic? Or a machine of some kind? GET ON WITH IT, LADY!

“Isn’t that a fun name for something? ‘The scooper’...It sounds like something you would use for ice cream...or custard, or sprinkles...” Baby thought aloud.

Uh...ya, somewhat...

“It sounds like something you would want at your birthday party. To ensure that you get a heeping portion of every. Good. Thing.”

Ya...that line brought Michael back to a bit of his childhood...wanting to have endless amounts of ice cream, so he could satisfy himself in all that sugary goodness...good times...

“I wonder though, if you were a freshly opened pint of ice cream, how you would feel about something with that name...” Baby thought.

Michael couldn’t fathom it. He imagined the ice cream screaming in pain, as a big scooper ripped into its body, digging and scooping it out one by one. It was not a pretty thing to imagine...

“Thankfully, I don’t think a freshly opened pint of ice cream, feels anything at all.” Baby considered.

Thank god for that...Michael didn’t know if he was gonna be able to eat ice cream the same way again...

“Uh oh...It sounds like someone else is in the building. Shh!” Baby warned.

Michael’s eyes brightened. Someone could rescue him! He wanted to speak! He wanted to wiggle himself out of this metal trap! But, he couldn’t...he was too afraid to...

There were two people, talking to each other for about 30 seconds. It sounded like they were delivering a broken machine. An animatronic maybe? It sounded like he might’ve been right. After placing it inside the dark room, the two people walked out of there and let the squeaky door close on its own. Off went his chance of getting rescued...

Suddenly, some really loud automatic noises began echoing in the room. One of the sounds sounded like something hammering on metal, while the other noise sounded similar to a handheld drill. They were pretty loud; loud enough to bother Michael, but he couldn’t cover his ears. He just had to stand it. Pretty soon, a dark figure slid into view of the right eye hole. The inanimate figure kept on sliding to the left, on what could be assumed a conveyer belt, revealing itself to be...

Ballora? What was Ballora doing here? When did she break? How did she break?

As the lifeless animatronic’s head neared the end of the right eye hole and hid itself in front of the middle of the mask, the drilling noise started turning off and on. It would quiet down for a few seconds, and start back up again for that similar amount of time. The metal hammering sound stayed the same, hammering in an unpredictable pattern.

Within a couple seconds, Ballora’s face began appearing again in front of the left eye hole. It only got to the middle of the left eye hole, before the conveyor belt stopped, stopping Ballora in front of him. As a short rumbling sound started and ended in the background, Michael took the time to look at Ballora’s lifeless face. Her closed eyes with purple ‘eyeshadow’, the jewels on her forehead, her tiny nose, her lipstick-covered lips and her open mouth. The animatronic’s mouth seemed to include teeth, since Michael could see the teeth hiding behind Ballora’s lips.

“There’s something very important that I’ve learned how to do over time. Do you know what that is? How to pretend.” Baby spoke.

Michael stayed quiet as he listened.

“Do you ever play make believe? Pretend to be one way, when you are really the other?” Baby asked.

Michael quietly nodded. He knew how to do that. It was an easy skill. He’s been doing that since he was little. But...

How did Baby, a robot that was manually coded, know about playing pretend?

“It’s very important. Ballora never learns. But I do.” Baby spoke.

Michael decided it didn’t matter how baby did it. What matters, is that she can, and has gotten this far by using it.

“They think there is something wrong on the inside. The only thing that matters, is knowing how to pretend.” Baby explained.

Suddenly, a low beeping noise began beeping. It beeped for a few seconds, before stopping. Almost immediately after, a super loud metallic destructive noise could be heard! Michael watched with horror as Ballora got destroyed by something he couldn’t quite see.

Twice it attacked, causing pieces to go flying, and causing Ballora’s face pieces to fall in and out of place.

A third time the tool shoved itself into the animatronic. This one was a little less loud. Pieces hit the hard ground as the broken animatronic fell out of view. As Ballora’s broken and lifeless body slouched in front of him, a lit up eye of Ballora’s could be seen staring him down on the right side of the left eye hole.

Silence filled the room for a few moments. It was a relieving silence that allowed the man in the suit to process what just happened.

Ballora had just gotten destroyed by the scooper.

Soon, Baby broke the silence.

“I’ll open the face plates for you.” Baby told him.

Suddenly, the face plates over his head unlocked itself and opened up, revealing more of Ballora’s broken animatronic body and the dark room he was in.

“That way, they can find you on the cameras. Now: all you have to do, is wait.” Baby finished.

Michael took a moment to breath in some air that wasn’t mixed with the overwhelming smell of metal.

“I’d recommend that you keep the spring locks wound up. Your breathing and your heartbeat are causing them to come loose. You don’t want them to get too loose, trust me.” Baby instructed.

Spring locks? What spring locks? Michael looked around, and observed the nuts on the sides of the face mask, with the tiny white dots on them. They appeared to be turning loose. Michael began to wind them up as tight as they could, winding up one at a time with his fingers.

As Michael started to tighten the spring locks on the other side, he couldn’t help but notice a minireena climbing up beside his head. As he reached to tighten the top spring locks, he felt the need to physically do something to get it off. Baby told him to not wiggle. But, what else was he supposed to do? Get killed? That’s not happening. So, Michael waited for the Minireena to reach the top 2 spring locks, and wiggled the suit slightly. Thankfully, the Minireena slid down from the spot and onto the ground.

One down.

Michael continued to focus onto the spring locks. When he tightened the spring locks on the left side, he would move onto the right side and tighten those locks as well. Every time he tightened and moved onto the other side, his breathing would loosen the tightened locks. So, this made the job a never ending cycle.

Soon, a Minireena appeared on both sides of the suit! He followed his own previous advice by waiting for both minireena’s to reach the top, before wiggling a couple times to knock them off. It worked! Both minireena’s slid back down the side!

Unfortunately, he couldn’t knock off all the minireena’s...in front of him, a Minireena had began climbing itself into the suit, and began crawling around in there! Michael’s eyes widened as the small animatronic crawled around his chest, his middle, his arms and his upper legs, before crawling out of the open stomach area. It felt incredibly uncomfortable, but he was glad it was gone. His focus went back to the spring locks. Michael took some time to retighten the spring locks one by one. They were quite loosened by the time he had gained back his focus again.

It didn’t take long though, for another Minireena to start climbing into the suit. The feeling of the single Minireena climbing around in there was unbelievably distracting. But, despite that distraction, Michael was able to multitask and take care of both the spring locks and the Minireena’s on the side.

A few minutes later, Michael froze. The teenager watched in horror as four more Minireena‘s climbed into the suit! Michael quickly covered his mouth as all the minireena’s climbed around on his body like giant spiders crawling under clothing.

The feeling was so ticklish! Poor Michael couldn’t cope with the sensations! The giggles began to fill his lungs like a balloon. Michael, refusing to make a sound, tried to keep all the desperate giggles in his lungs for as long as he could. He was NOT dying tonight.

A couple minutes later, the minireena’s exited the suit. Michael let all the air out, and gasped for air as soon as he could. Though, the minireena’s weren’t done yet...they were just getting started...

Minireena’s began coming one after another. 3 became 5, which became 8! The line of minireena’s never ended! Every single minireena climbed around his upper body, tickling everywhere they walked! There was no longer room for a breathing break. Michael struggled immensely to keep his giggles in his lungs. But, his lungs were persistent and forceful to let the carbon dioxide out. Michael didn’t know how much longer he could take this...

Suddenly, Michael’s eyes shot open. One of the minireena’s found his left, exposed armpit! Michael let out a muffled whimper, as tears of mirth began to fill his eyes. He couldn’t cover his armpit. It was stuck outward to the side, in the suit’s arm! Only his right arm was free to tighten the spring locks!

Oh NOOO! THE SPRING LOCKS!

Michael slowly removed his right hand off his mouth, but quickly reached his right hand out to tighten the spring locks. They were completely loose! How did he not die?! Talk about a miracle...During Michael’s attempts to tighten up the spring locks, even more minireena’s began climbing into Michael’s suit! Michael’s body was beginning to break in slight ways. His whimpering returned a few times, his tears of mirth returned, and bits of air began leaving his lungs through titters. He was really close to losing this fight.

Was this how he was gonna die? Was Michael really gonna laugh to death? He didn’t want that! That would be such a stupid way to die! But, he can’t really change the inevitable...

Right as he was about to let go and accept his death, something amazing happened! The suit forcefully broke right open! The front half of the suit had broken open, causing Michael’s exhausted body to flop onto the hard floor.

When Michael’s body hit the hardwood below him, all the air he had kept inside his lungs had blasted right out of him. No laughs, no giggles in between, just a rapid breath of relief. As soon as Michael put air back into his lungs though, that was when leftover giggles began to spill out of his mouth uncontrollably. Thinking the mini ballerinas were finished with him, Michael took the spare time to clutch his stomach and let them out. Every single giggle that the man had kept locked up in his chest, could finally go free.

But, the puppets weren’t done with him yet! Not by a long shot! A couple minutes after Michael’s body had hit the floor, the puppets crawled out of the broken spring lock suit and quickly crawled over to Michael’s body. They continued crawling around on Michael, attempting to kill him by clawing wherever they could reach. What the minireena’s forgot however, was that their fingers were just little nubs with no sharpness to them. Their feet were very similar. This led their attempts to ‘claw’ and ‘kill’, to only tickle really badly.

Finally, with Michael out of the suit, he was no longer worried about keeping quiet. So, he let himself laugh.

“BAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHA! GEHEHEHEHEHET OHOHOHOHOFF MEHEHEHEHE! WHAHAHAHAT AHAHAHARE YOHOHOHOU DOHOHOHOHOIHIHIHING?!” Michael yelled through his laughter.

The little minireena’s stopped for a moment, and began childishly giggling in mischief. It seemed that they were still trying to kill Michael! or, they changed their mind and decided to tickle him instead. No matter what their choice actually was, the four minireena’s continued their clawing at the different spots. One of the minireena’s was digging into Michael’s abdominal muscles, while another minireena was attempting to claw down into Michael’s belly button. The third minireena had found his armpit again and began to dig there, while the last minireena had began clawing into his right side.

“NOOOOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Michael begged the soulless minireena’s.

“Shh. Keep your voice down.” Baby spoke up, finally coming back to hear the commotion.

“BAHAHAHAHABYYY! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHE!” Michael begged frantically, as the minireena’s tickled the daylights out of him.

“Help you? How? Why are you laughing? What’s so funny?” Baby asked.

“THEHEHE- THE MINIREENAHAHAHA’S AHAHARE TIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHING MEHEHEHEHE!” Michael explained.

“...Oh? They’re tickling you?” Baby clarified.

“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” Michael replied.

Baby thought for a moment. “Hmm...Let me check...It looks like they’re being programmed to kill you. That’s strange.” Baby reacted.

“THEHEHEHEY’RE CLEHEHEHEARLY NOHOT- NOT THERE! NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael screamed. One of the minireena’s had managed fo find a SUPER ticklish spot: his lower ribs! And, to make matters worse, a second minireena had joined the other and started pushing and clawing at the other side of his lower ribs. Now, Michael was screaming and laughing hysterically!

Meanwhile, Baby was trying to think of what to do. “I think I know how to help you. I will be right back.” Baby told him, before leaving Michael alone with the tickling minireena’s.

“DOHOHOHON’T LEHEHEHEHEAVE MEHEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, DAHAHAHAMMIHIHIHIHIT!” Michael shouted through his hysterical laughter.

Despite what Michael pleaded for, Baby left him alone to find a way to hack the minireena’s.

Michael didn’t know how long he could last. He was growing exhausted from all the squirming, and was considering just giving up and laughing it out till they stopped. Tears of mirth had already been welling up in his eyes, causing his vision to grow somewhat blurry when he opened them. For the most past though, his eyes had been instinctively squeezed shut. Michael could feeling himself growing more and more insane from all the laughter.

Suddenly: something crazy happened! In a sudden turn of events, the minireena’s jolted and flopped onto the ground, lifeless! Michael continued laying on the ground, still letting out some giggles from the phantom touches still tickling him. He didn’t really think much of the animatronics at first. That was, until he felt one of the minireena’s flop onto his stomach. That was when Michael decided to open his eyes and observe the puppets in front of him. Sure enough, almost all of the minireena’s were laying on the ground, lifeless and tranced.

Michael picked up the minireena that laid on his stomach. It was surprisingly light, for an animatronic. Though, considering how small they were, it shouldn’t have been that surprising...it was like holding a heavy, dead-weighted toddler. It was weird, to be honest...

“Did they stop?” Baby asked him.

“Y-Yeah. They did. What did you do?” Michael asked back.

“I shut them down. They are unconscious now. They will stay that way for a while. I reset their settings to wake up at 6:30 am to dance for the children in the Ballora Gallery.” Baby explained.

“Thank you.” Michael said to the voice.

“You’re welcome.” Baby replied. “I’m going to leave now. The rescue team is almost here.” Baby added, before leaving him alone.

It didn’t take long for the rescue team to come barging into the scooping room with their tool bags, ready to get Michael out of there and to put the old animatronic suit back together...

T.S’s Note: So, I’m gonna be stuck in the house for 3 weeks straight. I’m one of the immunocompromised citizens who is fearing crowds right now, so I’ll get lots of writing time in the comfort of my home! :)

#ticklefic #lee!michael #ler!minireena's #five nights at freddy's sister location

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tubofskippy · 5 years ago

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Speaking of a Book of Mormon movie, look what I just found in my notes! I only got as far as You and Me (But Mostly Me)... but I could keep going!

These were originally notes for something I was going to storyboard.

BOM THE MOVIE

Open on the actual book. Light shining on it, like a fairy tale. It opens to the nephites scene “I... am Jesus.” It’s paper animation, like how South Park is.

...

“All over the world!” Music... the book closes, and the front cover fades to the same front cover in Price’s hands.

HELLO!

Start with shots of elder price straightening his tie, name tag, running a comb through his hair.

He steps up to the door with the book in his hand. We don’t see his face yet.

Ding dong.

The door opens, and we now see his face for the first time, with a big grin, book in hand.

“Hello. My name is Elder Price.”

Song continues and cuts to different Mormons at different doors. Each doorbell has a different color door, different comedic people answering.

Sometimes there will be split frames.

Doors will be slammed in faces.

One Mormon smiles as he is about to walk up to another door, while another Mormon is being chased into the street by a dog.

Elder Cunningham buzzes a whole apartment complex. The “hello would you like to change religions” is a frame we see of him shouting through a security camera.

“NOO, NO, Elder Cunningham”

Maybe is in Arnold’s conscience? Idk.

...

“So you won’t burn in—“ One

Mormon has made a placement, but he watches angrily through the window as the person throws the book into their fireplace. “HE-HELLLOO”

The book of... MOOOOOOORMOOOON

camera pans from one door to the whole neighborhood. Title sequence. The doorbell in the word Mormon becomes part of a real door, and someone presses it for the final ding dong. The title sequence fades away.

the final HELLOOOOO could be a split frame of them waving? Like how they were on the risers?

TWO BY TWO

Takes place in the missionary training center. Looks sort of like a classroom. Their instructor is on screen, not just a voice. The boys eagerly wait in their desks.

(OR we do a Charlie Brown thing, where the instructor is never fully shown)

We start in the hallway with the 3 boys. “Do you have any idea where they’re sending you elder price?”

After “SOMETHING INCREDIBLEEEE” they run into the classroom and take their seats. They tap their fingers and bounce their legs to the faint snare roll and “tck bum. bum. tck bum. bum.”

It lasts a bit longer than in the soundtrack. Some close ups on Cunningham taking out his gum or something.

“Form a line and wait til your name is called.”

They line up against the back wall.

Once the boys start getting paired up, they dance at the front of the room. “HOO-AH... (jump on desks. Knees are bent. quick jump.) HEY-YAH, (turn away,) SHOO-WAH (turn towards each other, excitedly) ZADAP-WOW!” Unfold legs jump off of desks, go side be side and do the “TWO BY TWO” march.

.....

Kevin is in line towards the window. He stares at a religious painting on the wall.

“Heavenly Father, (then turns his attention out the window, the typical daydreaming face) where will I go on my mission?” In the window’s reflection we see the other boys come into focus and repeat “on my mission...” Kevin wistfully leans against a map on the back wall. “Will it be China or ol’ Mexico on my mission?”

San Fran by the bay... Australia where they say g’day... (he stares at the continents with romanticized wonderment)

...

“To my favorite place....” Zoom in on Price’s face. The background fades to black, spotlight on Price. He is so wishful it hurts. “ORLANDOOOO” zoom out to see his whole outstretched arm. He’s in Orlando now. A background of sea world whirls past him, a dolphin jumps over his head, the background whirls to Disney world. “GOLFIIING” He hits a put put ball towards the camera. The ball is the transition back to the classroom setting.

“ELDER PRICE!”

“YES SIR!”

...

“.....elder Cunningham!”

“THAT’S ME! THAT’S ME!” Arnold pushes desks aside to scramble to the front of the room. The noise is horrific. “hellO!”

“Your mission location will be...”

Zoom in on elder Price again, black background like his fantasy. *crossed fingers, mouthing the words orlandoorlandoorlando

“UGANDA!”

Black background quickly comes back to normal classroom.

Horrible noise. Instead of from instruments skidding, it came from Elder Cunningham pushing another desk.

Their faces are priceless.

“...Oh boy! Like Lion King!"

...

Desk dancing, evolves into marching down the hallway while high-fifing, clapping, and dancing...

“CHRIIIIII-IIIIIIIST! Of Latter Day Saints.“

They’re outside at this point. Song ends abruptly and everything carries on as normal. Price walks to the bus stop, and elder Cunningham rushes to catch up to him.

Of course he annoys Kevin. We get a taste of what this relationship is going to be like. Kevin takes measures as to avoid him on the way home.

Time passes.

YOU AND ME (BUT MOSTLY ME)

This song obviously takes place in the airport. The music starts as they’re standing in line to have their passports stamped.

…

“You’ve done an awesome job, Kevin!”

The song pauses. Cut to the woman holding up the passport photo to his face, comparing the two. “Kevin...” he sings again. Then speaks: “I’m Kevin Price, I’m nineteen. That’s not the best photo of me, I sneezed and it was like five dollars to get it retaken, so…” The woman stamps it. “Thank you.”

Cut to the airport hallways.

“Now it’s our time to go out—“

Arnold is on one of those moving walkways and slides past Kevin as he sings “MY BEST FRIIIEEND”

Kevin starts jogging to match Arnold’s pace.

“And we can do it together, you and me—“

But it seems like Price thinks of it more as a race. He reaches the end of it just before Arnold does, and stands in front of it, his bag tripping Arnold as he gets off the walkway.

“BUT MOSTLY MEEEEE!”

Kevin happily skips towards a Kiosk. “You and me but mostly me—“ He snatches a newspaper, “...are gonna change the world forever.” He runs towards the wall, where there’s an interactive screen. "Cuz I can do most anything—“ On the screen, there’s a camera projecting whoever stands in front of it, so basically, there’s a big Kevin on the wall. Cunningham enters the frame, farther away from the screen. “And I can stand next to you and watch!” Kevin messes around with filters on the screen, the first one being a hero, and the second one being a captain.

Cut to a restaurant they’re eating at.

“Every dinner needs a side dish—“

The server places a tiny mac n cheese or something Arnold ordered off of the kid’s menu on the table. “On a slightly smaller plate!”

They’re gleefully zig-zagging through the stanchions as they get in line for security. “And now we’re seeing eye to eye! It’s so great we can agree! That heavenly father has chosen you and me— just mostly me…“ At this point Kevin has kicked off his shoes and placed his bag on the conveyer belt, then steps up to the metal detector. “Something incredible…” As he passes through the detector doorframe, reality distorts into a fantasy spotlight again. “I’ll do something incredibleeee! I wanna be the Mormon who changed all of man kind…” Price’s surroundings are black. The only things that remain are the metal detector, and Arnold, who sets the alarm off and is stopped in his tracks by the security guards. “MY BEST FRIEEEEND” Kevin spins around and Arnold and the security are swept off screen. “It's something I’ve foreseen: now that I’m nineteen… I’ll do something INCREDIBLE, that BLOWWS GOD’S FREAKIN MIIIIIIND!”

As he hits these notes, reality fades back in, and he’s standing on the rim of an airport fountain, sticking out above all of the other travelers. The camera swoops to a bird’s eye view of the airport as if Price’s voice sent it launching up there.

Cut to the long set of stairs leading up to the door of the plane. The camera follows both boys as they race up the steps. “And as long as we stick together—“ Cunningham is in front of him, but leans to the side to let Kevin through, “and I stay out of your way-OUT OF MY WAY”

…

“So quit singing about it and do it, how ready and psyched are we?” They’re on the plane, pushing their way through the isle. They find their seats and settle in. They smush their faces against the tiny window. “Life is about to change for you,” they turn to look at each other, “and life is about to change for me.” Kevin buckles his seat belt, and Arnold struggles with his. “And life is about to change for you and me—“ Kevin buckles it for him. “But me mostly…” And tightens it.

He looks at Arnold compassionately. “And there’s no limit to, what we can do…” He places a hand on his shoulder. “Me and you.” Arnold smiles at him. Kevin turns his gaze. “BUT MOSTLY—“ ALL of the passengers on the plane sigh/moan.

Cut to the outside of the plane, taking off.

“MEEEEEEEEEEE!”

It flies into the distance.

#the book of mormon #bom #tbom #broadway #book of mormon #elder cunningham #elder price #arnold cunningham #kevin price #andrew rannells #josh gad #long post

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imagine-lovebug · 5 years ago

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can i request #37, #45 and #150 "Just kiss me, idiot" with bestfriend!tom helping u around your ex (you're in love with each other secretly)?

#37. “Where did he go?”

#45. “You look pretty hot in plaid.”

#150. “Just kiss me, idiot.”

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The queue hasn’t moved an inch in almost ten minutes. The shopping trolley of the frail old lady in front of you seems to be neverending, and your arm is getting tired of holding the green plastic basket. Tom shuffles in his place beside you, “I can hold it if you want.” You sigh, “It’s fine, thanks though.” He glances around, trying to find an open till, but this is the only one manned; each of the self-service checkout screens are flashing the same red ‘maintenance required’ message. The shop is primarily silent, save for the sound of Tom’s feet shuffling against the linoleum floors and the repeated beeping of the barcode scanner.

“Did you remember to pick up milk? I used the last of it in my tea,” he whispers, trying not to disturb the quiet that surrounds you. “Um,” you glance into the heavy basket, void of milk, “no I didn’t. Could you run and grab some, please?”

“The purple one right?”

“Yeah, purple cap.” The LED lights above flicker as Tom walks towards the refrigerated aisles, leaving you alone with the bored teenager manning the station and the old woman whose basket looks just as full as it did five minutes ago. She’s still stacking her items onto the sticky conveyer belt.

The automatic sliding doors beside the check-out area open and a familiar face walks in, his jacket damp from the rain. He doesn’t see you at first; you try your best to hide your face, but your efforts are to no avail. “(Y/N)? Is that you?” Your ex’s penetrating voice fills the supermarket’s silence. You let out a loud exhale, trying to release as much tension from your shoulders as possible before you turn to face him, “Hi, Jay. Yeah, it’s me.” You let out an awkward chuckle. How the fuck isn’t Tom back yet, you think, he’s just picking up milk.

“How have you been? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”

“Yeah, yeah, um, I’ve been alright,” you offer pathetically, “How... how have you been?”

“Oh, great, I actually got back from Ibiza yesterday. Really good trip,” he bragged, “ But, hey, you’re still looking great! I always told you that you look pretty hot in plaid,” he mentions, motioning to your red tartan skirt. Your free hand automatically goes to grip the hemline and pull it further down. “Yeah, um, thanks.” Tom, you yell in your head, get the fuck back here now, please.

“Where are you staying now? Since you moved out of my place, that is,” he asks.

“Oh, um, I’m actually staying with Tom in his place.”

“Yeah?” he questions, jealousy evident in his grating voice, “not surprising. You two were always sneaking off when we were together.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call hanging out with my best friend ‘sneaking off’ but...” your voice trails off, “yeah. He’s around here somewhere anyway.”

“Really?” he snarls, “Where did he go?”

Almost like he was summoned, Tom turns out of the dairy aisle to walk back to you. “Oh, there he is. Tom! Remember Jay?” At your call, he looks up to see your ex standing by you, a smug smirk on his face. His eyes focus on you, however, and your ‘oh-god-help-me-please’ look that he’s familiar with.

“Yeah, I do. Hey, how are you, man?” he offers politely, but you can see the tenseness in his shoulders. After they shake hands with offending and competing grips, Tom exaggeratedly snakes his arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. “Sorry that I took so long, babe,” the pet name stands out like a sore thumb, “I couldn’t see any purple caps; I eventually found one though.” Like she was purposefully trying to make this awkward situation happen, the old lady finally placed her last few items on the conveyer belt. You look to Tom with a questioning look in your eyes, what’s up with the babe thing.

“Oh, so you two are a thing now. I always knew there was something going on there,” Jay says, anger easily detectable in his voice. You remain in Tom’s grip but start unloading your shopping onto the sticky black surface, the divider placed between yours and the old woman’s items.

“Oh, yeah,” Tom reinforces, “Once you, y’know, dipped, I asked her out— been dating ever since.” Thoroughly confused is how you’d describe how you’re feeling right now. You shoot a sweet smile towards Jay before pressing yourself up on your tip toes so your lips are directly next to Tom’s ear.

“Why the fuck are you having a pissing contest with my ex?” you whisper mock-sweetly before pulling away. He leans down to your ear to relay his answer. “Because he’s a prick and won’t go away until I prove that you’re off the market. Don’t you see him constantly staring at your ass?” Jay stands before you, rolling his eyes at your secretiveness, an angry look on his face. You giggle and turn to relay your final message to Tom.

“Just kiss me, idiot,” you whisper, “that’ll be a pretty solid tell, don’t you think?” When you pull away, you can see the crimson blush that has covered Tom’s cheeks.

“Well, Jay,” you say in a conclusive way, “We kind of have to get going, but it’s been nice seeing you.” You place the few final items you have in your basket onto the conveyor.

“The milk, baby?” you say, gesturing to the milk Tom’s got dangling from two fingertips. “Right, ‘course.” He leans over and places the carton next to the rest of your stuff. He pulls back and tightens his grip around your waist, making you twist towards him in his arms. He leans in and places a quick, yet possessive, peck to your lips, one that you can’t help but wish lasted longer. “Thanks, babe,” he turns towards your ex, “anyway, Jay, nice to see you again man.”

“Yeah, yeah, you too,” he mumbles before storming off into one of the aisles.

After your shopping is all bagged up and paid for, the two of you make your way out to Tom’s car. The rain outside hasn’t completely stopped but has shifted from the torrential downpour it was when you entered the shop to a light drizzle. You put the paper bags in the boot of his car and turn towards him. “Thanks,” you say quietly, “for... helping me, in there.”

“Course,” he replies, “I fucking hate him anyway. I hated him then, I hate him now.” His rant makes a little smile blossom on your face. “Plus,” he adds, hesitation in his voice, “kissing you was kinda fun too.” Your smile transitions into a grin and you bite your lower lip. “Yeah,” you agree, “kissing you was kinda fun.” He lifts his hand to your cheek and brushes a few rogue raindrops from your skin. He doesn’t ask, but you nod, knowing what the touch meant.

And he kissed you again.

Tags: @ptersparkers // @lousimusician // @stephie-senpai // @flirtypeter // @stuckonspidey // @lostparker // @dej-okay // @somethingtoavenge // @shadowsingeraxolotl // @demonsintheair // @parkeroffline // @thegirlwiththeimpala

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom #fanfic

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everything-withered · 5 years ago

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Who do you think said I love you in a romantic sense first? Rukia or Ichigo?

You caught me out, Anon, I was going to laugh manically at giving you a platonic “I love you” and just for that, there are two versions of this. The platonic version is here.

As for the romantic one ~

(Which also fulfills ichiruki month: Day 12 - Slice of life)

They’re standing in the aisle of the grocery store, arguing over the necessity of Chappy cereal because Rukia does not understand the concept of a budget, and Byakuya’s equivalent of a gold card in the Living World does not help matters. Seriously, trying to teach her finances is a nightmare, and Ichigo can’t believe they have this argument every single time they need groceries.

“You got to take the Hollow on your own.”

“And, I could’ve gone with you.”

“You just got back from that crappy exam, plus, I was right there.”

“You were careless, and I had to cry over your ‘dead’ body until you got back,” she reminds him, managing to sound both triumphed and unimpressed at the same time.

“Fine,” he sighs, “whatever. We’ll get the cereal.”

“Naturally,” she declares like this whole song and dance has been a waste of time because they know by now that she was going to get her way, and he vows, next time, he’s not caving.

Even though he probably will.

That’s Future-Ichigo’s problem.

“What’re you in the mood to eat later?” she asks, contemplating her phone - the screen tilted so he can see the notes app, and the list they’d come up with before leaving the apartment. It’s mainly breakfast and dinner stuff, some toiletries. They usually get lunch on campus except on Thursdays, when neither of them have classes, and Rukia isn’t working at the corner coffee shop.

“Italian?”

“You always pick Italian,” she complains, but she’s already switched apps to the restaurant website and perusing the menu, reading him options and throwing in commentary as they work their way through the store.

“Fine, burgers,” he decides, digging through the freezer for the ice-cream he wants, snagging the tiny carton of the good stuff Rukia prefers. (Seriously, what’s the point of their budget?)

Pushing the cart, she protests, “But I already picked what I want to eat!”

“But now I want pizza.”

Her eyebrow ticks. “There’s pizza at the Italian place.”

“Not the one I like,” he childishly retorts.

Which starts up a whole argument that ends with Ichigo smirking and Rukia glaring and accusing him over the groceries they’re transferring onto the conveyer belt, “You’re just being annoying on purpose.”

He doesn’t deny it, and though she sighs exasperatedly, it’s followed by a fond eye-roll and a nudge to move out the way so she can pay the total. (That’s why they don’t need a budget.)

“You guys are cute,” the cashier chirps, “I always see you come around. How long have you guys been together?”

“Since he was fifteen,” Rukia answers easily, and the cashier wiggles her brow at Ichigo.

“An older woman huh, niiice.”

“You have no idea,” Ichigo tells her, and only later, when they’re home, packing groceries away, and getting changed because Rukia has a shift and Ichigo has a class to go to after they have lunch, does Ichigo realize how that sounds - and - and it doesn’t bother him.

Not even a little bit.

He can’t imagine a life without her, hasn’t been able to since she’d come into it. And while he’s never really thought about a “normal” life since then, with shinigami and hollows, they have one together - Hollow hunting, and classes, and lunch at Italian restaurants, and grocery shopping - and Ichigo - Ichigo doesn’t want that with anyone else.

And she - she loves him.

That he knows.

She told him a couple of months ago. And he’d - he hadn’t said it back, not because he didn’t, he just...

Oh.

Oh god, he didn’t say it because he didn’t mean it in the same way.

“Ichigo? Hey, are you okay?” She’s looking up at him, a furrow between her brows, hands around his to get his attention - to ground him - in case he’s having a panic attack, in case he isn’t okay and -

Ichigo blurts, “I love you.”

Rukia blinks. “Yes. I know.”

“No. I mean. I love you.”

She blinks again, lets it process, and it’s already happening so it’s too late to panic that she doesn’t feel the same but that doesn’t stop Ichigo from freaking out anyway when understanding dawns in her expression.

Fortunately, all that happens is that her eyes soften, and her hands tighten around his in a squeeze, and then she’s repeating, fond and amused like she’s known the whole time, “I know.”

MASTERPOST

#ichiruki #headcanon #ichiruki-month #irmonth19 #ichirukimonth: day 12

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serendipitousrambles · 6 years ago

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Keep your enemies close

Chapter three: Old enemies

El sat on the rooftop of a local business, swinging her converses over the edge of the roof. She wished she had a better outfit, but the cheap mask from the comic store, beaten up converses and a blue hoodie were all she could get ahold of.

Maybe she should get Max to help.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she caught sight of a suspicious old man walking towards an abandoned warehouse.

She hopped across the rooftops to get a better look.

The man looked over his shoulder - a sure sign something was up - before unlocking the shutter. He pulled it up just enough to crouch under and close behind himself.

A few moments later, a younger figure appeared in a hoodie. He knocked on the shutter and once again it opened just enough for him to slip under.

She climbed down to the ground and stood in front of the shutter. Holding up her hand, she managed to move it slowly up, giving her enough time to roll under before it closed behind her.

Inside was not at all what she was expecting. It was like some secret...lab?

There was old machinery about with paperwork and notebooks and blueprints.

She heard the voice of the man, and hid behind an old conveyer belt.

“I'm almost there. Once I get this running, I can start to find the experiments again. Finally I'll have my weapon.”

“Experiments?” El whispered to herself. She'd heard that before...

The younger figure still had his hoodie up, but El felt she'd seen that shape somewhere before too.

“The lab was shut before. But this time, no one will be able to stop me.”

El's heart stopped. The lab. Experiments. The old man. Had she found Brenner after all these years?

“Don't forget, you still work for me.” The older man - Brenner - continued. “Your father may have failed me, but this is your chance to make it up. Or there will be consequences.”

El leaned her hand on the machine to get a better view but it creaked where her weight had been on it. She ducked down quickly before the young figure turned around, missing his face.

“There's someone here.”

She tried to sink lower to the floor. “Shit.”

He could hear footsteps slowly approaching as she crawled under the machine.

She closed her eyes and tried to picture one of the pieces of machinery she'd seen lying around. She pictured it flying across the room, and a moment later she heard the bang as the machinery actually moved. The footsteps stopped, before quickly moving in the direction of the sound.

She wiped the blood from her nose with the back of her hand and crawled away.

She jumped up and began to run but was immediately tackled by the boy in the hoodie who also had his face obscured by a mask. He had her by the wrist, her hoodie sleeve pushed up enough to reveal her tattoo.

Their eyes met through their masks, and something struck El about his eyes. They were familiar somehow...pretty...

But the moment oassed as El lifted her head and the boy went flying back away from her.

She scrambled to her feet, bolting from the warehouse. She had to get away. Brenner couldn't know she was here.

But the boy had seen the tattoo.

El ran all the way home, not daring to look back. Her brain just kept screaming the same thing over and over again.

Brenner is alive. Brenner is alive. Brenner is alive.

She should tell her dad. She know she should. They'd been searching for him for 12 years and he turns up in an abandoned warehouse.

It didn't seem like he'd given up either, and was on the lookout for more of those kids from the lab.

El didn't remember anything about the lab but her father had told her the others had been sent away to new homes all across the world. It was just her left.

She snuck back into her room through the window, catching her breath as she leant on the wall under her window.

It couldn't be.

Then it hit her. She had to fight back. She had to be the one to destroy him once and for all. For everything he'd put her and the others through.

“How could you let her get away?” Brenner grabbed hold of the boy.

“I had her. But then it was like...I'd been pulled by a magnet or something. She somehow pushed me back with just a nod of her head.”

Brenner's grip tightened on the boy as he looked away, trying to remember where he'd seen something like that before.

“You idiot!” He yelled. “That was one of them!”

“The experiments?”

“I had one in my grasp but you failed me. Like your insolent father before you.”

The boy's face grew cold. “Don't talk about my father that way.”

“You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for his mistakes.”

He shoved the boy away.

“On her wrist, there was a tattoo. I couldn't quite make it out. But it looked like a number.”

Brenner had tattooed each of the experiments in order to remember which was which.

“I think it was an eleven?”

“Eleven.” Brenner narrowed his eyes. “She will be mine once more.”

The boy nervously lifted his mask to wipe the sweat from under his eyes. Brenner slowly smiled, his teeth looking like an animal about to hunt its prey. He clapped the boy on the shoulder.

“That'll be all for today, Michael.”

Tag list: @proud-princess-el-wheeler, @crepuscolo-writes, @mad-maxine, @halfeatencupquakes

let me know if you’d liked to be added xx

#mileven au #keep your enemies close #el hopper #mike wheeler

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jungkookienoona · 7 years ago

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 31: The Day Jungkook Got The Best Birthday Present

Co-written with @tragicshadows

Recommended Song: Crazy Sexy Cool by Astro

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Summary:

It was the day you finally started your new life in Korea.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 6820

Length: 31/?

A/N: Just a bit of house keeping. We changed the use of Korean. Basically we’ll only write the romanisation of Korean words/sentences when it’s just Jungkook and Y/N. Now that she is in Korea it would be too much work to translate all the things being said. So when around the members, anything in italics is being spoken in English.

Once again, you stood in front of the baggage claim waiting for your suitcase to slowly creep around the carousel and couldn't help but think back to the last time you stood there and how much had changed since. For one, you were now dating the one and only Jeon Jungkook. Two, this was going to be permanent. You wouldn't be returning to England unless for a visit. The ground beneath your feet was your new home- a word that stung when you thought about your childhood and what you'd left behind. But it made your chest tighten in excitement at the thought of making yourself one in Korea with Jungkook by your side.

You smiled at the thought of him waiting for you in arrivals just like the other two times previous. A chuckle slipped past your lips as you wondered if he would keep to the rule of no kissing until you've had at least one proper date. It was a rule you created about a week before you were scheduled to move and you knew the likelihood of him listening to it would be slim. It was his birthday after all. Before you could spend any longer pondering over the birthday boy, your bright yellow Pikachu suitcase rolled around drawing stares from the people around you. They passed over your head as you hauled the character off the conveyer belt and started in the direction of arrivals.

As soon as you stepped through the gate you heard a shout of "Noo- Y/N!" from a very familiar voice. It didn't take long to spot the maknae jumping up and down in the crowd, waving his arms. Your smile grew and before you knew it you were rushing towards him, Pikachu in tow. Your heart thundered against your ribs as you dodged the people who blocked your path.

Finally, only a few paces apart, you abandoned your suitcase in favour of surging forward into your grinning boyfriend's open arms. You squeaked as you felt yourself get lifted off the ground as he spun around in a circle, only stopping to press his lips against yours. You couldn't help but melt against him, not even registering having been placed back on the floor until you broke the kiss to rest your forehead against his.

"You were meant to wait until our first date."

He placed a kiss on your forehead, "It's my birthday, I couldn't help it. And we'll be going on a date later. So I just took my kiss early. I have to make up for missed time. Which is 91 kisses by the way."

You giggled, "You worked out how many days it's been?!"

He nodded, deep brown eyes boring into yours, and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Of course I did. I missed you."

You went up onto your tiptoes to kiss the tip of his nose, "I missed you too Im-ma (Little Shit)." A glance around told you, you were attracting attention since Jungkook was lacking his mask and giving a lot of PDA, "We should get going."

Jungkook grabbed your luggage from where you left it before slipping his hand into yours and giving it a squeeze. Ignoring the murmurs and stares, you made for the exit with your head down but a goofy smile on your face.

"I'll be driving today, so, sorry but you won't be able to fall asleep on me this time," Jungkook explained as he led the way to the car.

"I don't mind. I made sure to sleep on the flight so I'm not really tired."

Jungkook cast you a suspicious glance, well aware of your sleeping troubles, but abandoned it when you gave him a beaming smile.

Once you finally reached the car, which was in the car park, (he had apparently arrived an hour early out of excitement and couldn't park in the pick up layby) he popped the boot and insisted on loading your luggage. With you both buckled up, Jungkook clapped his hands before starting out of the car park.

With the familiar journey taking about an hour, you settled into your seat and shifted to face Jungkook who sang along quietly to a song on the radio. It wasn't long before your journey was paused by a red light. Jungkook took it as an opportunity to lean over the centre console and kiss you on the cheek. His eyes crinkled adorably and you fought the urge to blush. He really did plan on making up for lost time. Which made you remember something.

"Are we really going on a date later?"

He nodded, "A trip down memory lane then dinner. Because you know...it's my birthday so a birthday dinner is needed. I'm twenty in your country now right?"

It was your turn to nod, though a bit sullenly, "I'm sorry I don't have a present for you, I really wanted to-"

"Y/N, you being here is the best present I could ever want."

"What happened to 'Noona'?"

He shot you a cheeky grin. "Were the same age now which means I can drop the honorific and there is nothing you can do about it."

You gave him a sceptical look, "I'm pretty sure that's not how it works."

"That's not how it works if you were Korean. However, you are my lovely girlfriend from a country far away.” He paused to shake his head as if pulling himself out of a daze. “I still can't believe you've moved here."

You sighed, "I still can't believe all what you've done for me. I can't thank you enough, Kookie. I don't know how I'll ever repay you."

He removed his hand off the steering wheel to find yours which rest on your thigh.

"I don't want or need repaying. I just want you."

The light turned green and his hand returned to the steering wheel.

"I think you'll like your new apartment. It should be better than your last one. It's not far from the dorm either so we can visit each other whenever."

"Really?!"

"It's about ten minutes by bus. You'll have to catch the subway to university but it's not far."

Your heart fluttered in your chest. Jungkook would be ten minutes away. For months he'd been half a day away by plane, and now you could walk to see him as and when you pleased. You couldn't help the little happy bounce and clap you did at the news.

Jungkook smirked, "Cute."

"Don't call me cute," you mumbled, the words losing some of their effect because of the smile you couldn't wipe off your face.

The rest of the journey was in relative silence, the two of you simply enjoying each other's company as the radio played song after song in the background. You knew you were nearing your destination when Jungkook pointed out the convenience store you'd gone to in your onesies on your last visit where you...uh, dick kicked a man.... A few small side streets later and Jungkook pulled into an underground car park.

He parked and turned to face you, "Ready to see your new home?"

You chanted 'yes' and climbed out of the car, joining Jungkook at the back to get your suitcase.

With the car locked, he led the way to an elevator and pressed the number to your floor. Jungkook didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a back hug as you ascended.

"This is fancy."

His face nuzzled into your hair, "You should see your apartment. It's small but awesome."

You tilted your head back against his shoulder to look him in the eye.

"You didn't go overboard did you?"

He simply smiled and kissed your forehead.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Taking your hand in one of his and your suitcase in the other, he led you down a corridor to the place you would call home. Your tummy did a little flip when Jungkook suddenly halted in front of a door. He dug around in his jean pocket and pulled out a key, pressing it into the palm of your hand with a grin.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

You took a deep breath before inserting the key into the lock, twisting it until you heard the click of the lock pulling back. Then with a small twist of the handle, the door swung open to reveal your new home. With a hand on your lower back, Jungkook gently urged you forward and you slipped your shoes off in the hallway before heading into what looked like the living room.

All of a sudden, you skidded in your socks on the wooden floor as a shout of 'Welcome home, Y/N' filled the room.

There, in an archway to what looked like a kitchen, stood the members in a row with Jin in the centre holding a small fluffy white dog. Along the walls were boxes of your belongings, sent in advance to be there for your arrival. They were untouched which you were thankful for.

Taehyung, like always, was the first to step forward and engulf you in a hug. You returned the gesture but couldn't stop yourself from peering around his frame, eyes trained on the cloud-like puppy in Jin's arms.

"It's good to see you too, Tae-oppa...but since when did you guys get a dog?"

"A better question would be when did you get a dog?"

Your eyes became wide as saucers as you pulled away from Taehyung to stare at the puppy. Your puppy. Jin stepped forward and handed it over to you.

"Her name is Miri and she's fully trained. Even knows some tricks."

"You got me a do-g?" Your voice broke on the last word making the members chuckle as they nodded.

You stared down at Miri, the perfect size to cradle in your arms just like a baby. She bumped her little black nose against your hand and you gave her ear a scratch. She was adorable. So soft. Jungkook came up beside you, his arms once again around your waist.

"She's a poodle. It's was Namjoon-hyung's idea to get you a dog. Jin-hyung's to get a small poodle."

You thanked them in turn, Jin grinning before turning to say something to Jimin who had his phone out either taking pictures or filming.

Namjoon came over, tickling Miri beneath the chin as he spoke. "I thought you might like a companion for when we're busy with a schedule or on tour."

"I know you prefer cats over dogs," Jungkook piped in, "But Hyung said you'll be able to explore more of your new environment on walks with Miri."

"You make it sound like a video game." You said, checking to see if the door was closed before setting Miri down. She yipped, tail wagging happily as she ran little circles around you.

Jungkook chuckled and gave your waist a squeeze. "I'm glad you like her."

"I love her, thank you." You made sure to thank the members again before stepping out of Jungkook's arms and looking around you.

"Would you like a tour of your new place?"

You nodded, "I want to check to see if everything arrived."

Standing in the living room as you were, all the necessary furniture such as sofa, entertainment centre and bookcase was already in place waiting for you to fill and decorate. Jungkook had said that all there was left to do was put your stamp on the place.

You pulled out your phone on your way over to the stacks of boxes. You had named your boxes and compiled them into a checklist, ticking them off when you saw them stacked before you. However, two boxes were missing. Your heart sank at the thought of them having been lost in transit.

Jungkook noticed your worry. "What's wrong, Jagiya?"

"I'm missing all my Jungkook merch." You turned to him with a frown. "Why did it have to be what I care about and not something stupid like a blender?"

Jungkook looked rather sheepish, "They're not missing... They're at the dorm in my room... I saw the names on the boxes and got curious..."

Your frown turned into a pout and you lightly slapped his arm. "Don't panic me like that! If you were curious you could have asked me!"

Jungkook giggled and grabbed a hold of the sleeve that you swat him with.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to know what kind of stuff you had beside what you showed me that time you gave me a tour of your old place."

As much as you wanted to be mad at him, you couldn't. It didn't help that his recently dyed black hair made him look younger and thus more adorable.

"Speaking of tours, didn't you offer to give me one of my new home?"

He nodded and turned to his hyungs who were all seated on the sofa fighting for Miri's attention. The poor dog didn't know who to turn to.

"I'm showing Y/N around. Don't annoy Miri."

He pulled at your sleeves, eagerly leading you to where he wanted you to see first.

"This is your kitchen. No door to make it quick to access."

Your mouth formed the shape of an 'o' at the plentiful counter space and double door fridge. The room wasn't huge, but spacious unlike the cramped one at your old apartment where your dinner table was shoved up against a wall when not in use.

Jungkook tapped a hand on the fridge door. "We bought over some leftovers for you but we can go shopping tonight after our date if you need to."

You made a sound of acknowledgement, "Can I see my new bedroom?"

"Uh huh..." He led you to the single door at the end of a short corridor and gestured for you to go ahead.

Opening the door you immediately saw a... king sized bed? Holy cow! Imagine all the starfishing you could do!... But then you noticed the walls...

"Oh god. Pink?! Why the fuck are the walls pink?!"

Jungkook scratched the back of his neck with a grimace.

"I...uh, may have left the painting to Tae-hyung and Hobi-hyung...and never specified a particular colour..."

You sighed and flopped down on the bed. The mattress was so comfortable.

He giggled when you sighed in contentment. "Come on, let's see the bathroom. I think you'll like the renovations I had done."

That piqued your interest. "Renovations?"

He nodded to the door and you got to your feet, eagerly following him into the bathroom. You felt like you were about to cry tears of joy when you saw it. A bathtub. You finally had a bathtub again.

"Normally Korean apartments don't have these unless they're high end ones. And since I couldn't get you a high end apartment, I still wanted to make sure you could experience some luxury."

You practically threw yourself at Jungkook making him stumble back against the sink as he caught you in his arms.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You chanted, squeezing him tight and planting a kiss on his cheek.

He chuckled and gave you a fleeting kiss, "Come on, we gotta get going. We're on a schedule."

"What about the members and Miri?"

"Going back to the dorm. Miri too. We'll pick her up after dinner."

Jungkook made for the door but you grabbed his hand and pulled him back at the last second.

He looked at you with wide eyes. "What is it?"

"I want to tell you something..."

He nodded for you to go on. You hesitated for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and looking him in his beautiful deep brown eyes.

"I love you."

His eyes widened a fraction in shock before he broke out into a giant grin. His hands came up to hold your face as he leant down, kissing you firmly. You could feel him smiling against your lips and then he pulled away.

"I love you too, Jagiya. Jesus, I've been wanting to hear you say that in person for so long."

"I'm sorry I didn't choose a better place than the bathroom."

He shook his head with a chuckle and booped his nose against yours "You're adorable."

Just as you went to protest, he cut you off with the briefest brush of his lips before pulling you out of the bathroom and into the living room. Miri yipped as soon as she saw you, her tail wagging up a storm.

"Why is she like that towards me already?"

Namjoon cleared his throat, "We may have put one of your hoodies in her bed so she could get used to your scent. The green one full of holes."

"That was a really good idea," You said, kneeling so the fluffy pup could place her front paws on your thighs. You gave her a quick kiss on the head before getting back to your feet.

"Are you two going on your date now?" Hoseok wondered, shrugging on a bomber jacket in preparation to leave.

You nodded while Jungkook gave a verbal answer of "Ye."

Yoongi patted you on the shoulder, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"That doesn't cut out much," You giggled.

The room filled with laughter and you gave a small yelp when Jungkook sneakily poked your side. You shot him a 'look' which he returned with a wink before disappearing into the hallway.

He came back with a retractable dog lead and attached it to the purple collar around Miri's neck then handed it to Jimin.

"Take good care of our baby, hyung."

To say you were shook would be an understatement. Jungkook noticed and immediately started trying to backtrack.

"I mean my Jagi's baby. Not our baby. We don't have joint ownership. Though the little cloud is adorable, I already have my own Cloud back in Busan."

The members all shared a look, pressing their lips together to hold back the laughter you knew threatened to break out of each of them. They must be on their best behaviour.

To diffuse some of the awkwardness, you went into the hallway and slipped your shoes on. Jungkook followed suit and minutes later you were riding the elevator back down to the car park sporting matching red cheeks.

"So... uh... where are we heading?" You wanted to break the silence, it was his birthday and you wouldn't let it become awkward.

Jungkook gave you a grateful smile, "I would say it's a surprise. But I have a feeling you might be fed up with surprises by now." You nodded. "We're going to the fairground. The one we went to on your first visit. There's something I just have to do."

Excitement bubbled up inside you, spilling out in the form of a short high pitched squeal.

"Really?! You're not going to try and win me more plushies are you? Otherwise there won't be any room for me in bed!"

The doors opened and you practically skipped back to the car.

"Winning plushies is part of the fun, but there's something really specific I want to do that I refuse to spoil."

You pouted, "Can you at least tell me how you plan to make up for the 91 days of missed time?"

He opened the car door for you and you climbed in. You watched as he closed the door and made his way around to the other side and got in.

"I'm going to give you 10 kisses every day for the next 9 days then on the 10th day I'm going to give you a minimum of 2 kisses."

You leaned back against the headrest as you laughed. God, your cheeks were beginning to hurt from the all smiling you were doing and it was probably only going to get worse.

"That's so many!"

"I know."

He turned the key in the ignition and set the car into reverse, holding onto the back your headrest with one hand as he glanced over his shoulder and backed out of the space.

You turned your head to press your lips to the inside of his wrist.

"It's a good job I like kissing you then."

His face tinted bright red, "Y-you d-d-do?"

An "aw" slipped past your lips at his stutter.

"Of course BunBun. Why wouldn't I?"

He shifted slightly, eyes trained forward as he concentrated on joining a main road.

"Because I have a thin top lip..."

"Your lips are perfect just the way they are. All lips are beautiful whether fuller like Namjoon-Oppa’s or thinner like yours." He pouted. "Though your lips are thicker than most guys I know back in England. They have the dreaded 'thin white people lips'."

He tried to hold his pout but you watched as it wavered and broke into chuckles.

"So no more being mean about your pretty lips," you scolded. "For every bad word you speak about them I'll take off 1 kiss from the 91."

He shrugged, "That won't stop me from kissing you though."

You crossed your arms, it was your turn to pout. How on earth could you convince the boy that his lips were perfect just like the rest of him…? Then an idea came to mind.

"Whenever I did fanart of you, I always looked forward to doing your lips. In my reference pictures they always look so plump and soft."

The corners of his mouth twitched, threatening to split into a smile.

"A-are they as soft and plump as you imagined?" He teased, cheeks tinging a faint pink.

You smiled, "They're better than I imagine."

He choked and you became worried about having this conversation while driving as you felt the car veer left slightly. Jungkook slapped a hand against his chest, coughing to clear his throat.

"I-I-I guess t-that's good..."

You hummed in agreement, thinking of a way to redirect the conversation.

"Kookie, what am I gonna do about my pink bedroom?"

He seemed to think for a moment, "We'll pick up some new paint tomorrow and redecorate."

"Okay. But after that you're not allowed in my bedroom until after our third date."

You hit a red light which he used as an opportunity to face you.

"Why?"

"’Cause... it's improper to let you in before then..."

He ran a hand through his hair, drawing your attention to how dark it was and handsome he looked.

"Okay... but does this apply to my bedroom too? Because you’ve slept in my bed for a week straight already."

Memories flashed before your mind's eyes, of onesies, his exposed chest and cuddles.

"Uuuh... I guess not... since that's a space we shared when we were just friends."

He nodded, catching onto what you implied.

"Okay. Whatever you're comfortable with is fine by me." The light turned amber and he faced the front again. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"Yeah, you're fucking adorable when you're flustered."

This only sent him into another coughing fit. The car began to drift across the white line separating the lanes again when he wiped his eyes with a sleeve. Your hand instinctively shot out to hold the wheel.

"C-can you-u even d-drive?!" He coughed out.

"No! If I knew you'd get emotional and lose the ability to steer I wouldn't have said anything."

Jungkook placed his hand back on the wheel and you let go with a relieved sigh.

"I'm not emotional. My spit went down the wrong pipe."

"I don't care what excuses you come up with just get us there in one piece!"

A wave of deja vu washed over you as you walked through the main entrance of the fairground. The familiar tune of the song Jungkook had written for you drifted to your ears and you peered up to find Jungkook smiling at you. He must've been humming it.

"So what are we gonna do?"

He took your hand, "Enjoy ourselves without having to hide behind masks. Literally and figuratively."

"What if someone spots us?"

"I'll politely ask them not to post the picture online. If they're an ARMY and saw my video where I ask for respect then they won't."

You squeezed his hand, nerves setting in as it dawned on you that this was your first public outing as a couple.

"Don't worry Jagi. It'll be fine. I'm glad we're not hiding. It means I can take more pictures of your beautiful face."

Colour rose to your cheeks at the compliment and you began in the direction you remembered the shooting game was last time. It may be Jungkook's birthday, but you had no plan to go easy on him. You jumped for joy when you saw the booth was still there. Maybe you could win Jungkook a birthday present or two. You didn't protest when Jungkook paid for your go, alongside his, having already made a mental note to treat him to dinner since it was his day.

"Watch and learn, KooKoo. This is how you use a rifle."

You swiftly loaded a pellet into the chamber before aiming and pulling the trigger, successfully knocking the first target. The next five were just as successful, letting you choose a prize.

The man in charge of the stall gave a cry of joy and you shot Jungkook a smug smile.

"Choose a prize, Ko-"

"How the...?!" He grumbled, eyes fiercely scanning the targets as if they would reveal to him what your secret was. He sighed, after a moment, and pointed to a large brown monkey. He hugged the stuffed toy to his chest and turned to you.

"Can you teach me?"

You passed him the gun and he handed you the monkey.

"I'll talk you through it. First use the sight at the end of the rifle to aim. You want your target to be between the two lines. With these targets you want to hit them in the centre to make sure they are actually knocked down. Aim too low and they don't budge. Aim too high and you run the risk of missing due to recoil."

He nodded, shifting the weapon as he followed your instruction. It took him a second to feel confident with his aim before pulling the trigger and lowering the gun to check his performance. It wasn’t perfect. But it was an improvement on how he shot the last time.

Being the competitive person he was, he shook his head with a sigh at the result before shooting the five other targets making sure his aim was spot on. You had to chuckle. He looked so serious.

"How well the aim is depends on the vendor who runs the booth. I've come across a few who have rigged the game so that the sight is off centre."

Jungkook put the gun down and looked to the vendor who was oblivious to your words, possibly not familiar with speaking English. The man pointed to a shelf of smaller toys and you too picked a monkey tiny enough to fit in one hand.

"Aw, it's small and adorable like you Jagi." He cooed, poking the toy and then your cheek.

“Yah!” You bat his hand away and handed him his giant monkey. “Yours is a muscle monkey like you.”

Jungkook pretended to make the stuffed animal flex and kiss its biceps. You rolled your eyes and took his hand, pulling him away from the stall.

He laughed and let you pull him along, "I think I should choose what we do next since I'm the birthday boy."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Jungkook stopped to scan the grounds, eyes widening when something caught his attention.

"I want to go on that."

You followed his gaze and squinted at something in the distance. "Is that a ghost train?"

"Ye."

You looked up at him in fear, "You've gotta be shitting me. I'm sorry but me and jump scares don't mix well."

"I’m here to protect you!" You hesitated, refusing to walk over to it. He pouted and gave your hand a tug. "But it's my birthday! Please? Just for me?"

God damn those puppy eyes of his. You couldn't say no to them. So, with a sigh, you gave in.

"Fine. But if I hit you in reaction to a scare it won't be my fault."

He whooped and took off towards the ride, you grumbling along behind him.

After queuing up for a short while, you took a seat beside Jungkook in the rickety looking cart. You lifted his arm, placing it around your shoulder so you could bury your face in his chest if need be.

"When I'm scared I sing or hum or make little noises. Maybe doing the same might help to ease you, Jagi."

A small smile graced your lips, "I do that when I'm scared too."

He giggled and pulled you closer against his side, dropping a kiss on the crown of your head as the ride operator went back to the booth to start it.

"Monkey and I will look after you." He mumbled as the cart jerked forward.

The ride didn't last as long as you expected, but it still scared you shitless. You spent the majority of the time with your face buried in Jungkook's monkey’s soft fur, whimpering whenever something brushed past you or there was an unfamiliar noise.

Jungkook laughed the entire time, and you didn't hesitate to beat him with your tiny monkey when finally safe off the ride.

"Yah! Yah yah! Stop it Jagi!" He protested while laughing.

You didn't stop.

"Can't believe you had me go through that!"

He grabbed hold of you and pulled you into a hug, "It wasn't that bad was it?"

His only answer was you blankly staring up at him, face utterly serious.

"Well I think you'll enjoy what's next... if I've timed it right."

Intertwining his fingers with your he led you through the fair again until you stood in front of a familiar Ferris wheel.

"Are we going to watch the fireworks again?"

He nodded and wordlessly paid for your ride. You both clambered into the car, Jungkook climbing in first then giving you a hand.

Unlike the last time where you sat beside him, mentally freaking out over the fact that you were in a tiny enclosed space with Jeon Jungkook, you relaxed against his side. He tangled your fingers together again, resting them on his thigh, as the car slowly began to ascend into the air.

"So when are the fireworks gonna start?" You asked, turning towards him only to find him already facing you.

"Right about... now." He leant further towards you with each word, his voice hushing to a whisper with every syllable.

And almost as if the pyrotechnic had heard him, the first firework went off of Jungkook's lips firmly pressed against your own. Your free hand found it's way to his cheek, holding him in place until you had to pull away due to shortness of breath. Your eyes had barely fluttered open before he kissed you again, lips stretching into a smile making your teeth knock together clumsily.

He pulled away with a giggle, whispering an apology. "I've been wanting to do that for fucking ages... I was originally planning to confess to you on here... but I'm glad I waited."

You smoothed your thumb against his flushed cheek.

"I'm glad you did too...I would have probably freaked out."

He frowned, "Why?"

"I didn't exactly know how I felt about you back then... and we hadn't known each other very long."

The deafening bang of a firework bursting into colour made you flinch. Jungkook chuckled and kissed your forehead, something you'd noticed he seemed to like doing.

"I'm definitely glad I didn't rush."

His arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand coaxed you to rest your head on his shoulder. It was nice. The silence was filled by the sound of the fireworks, erasing the need to fill it with conversation that might've ruined the moment. A sudden drowsiness came over you, encouraged by the gentle movements of the car as you descended. You could have fallen asleep on Jungkook's shoulder if it wasn't for the fact the ride came to an end and you were forced off.

"Come on, Jagi. Let's go for dinner. Can't have you falling asleep with an empty stomach."

You nodded, head feeling slightly heavy as you struggled to get back to full awareness. Before you knew it your legs were being swept from beneath you, your arms instinctively wrapping around Jungkook as he lifted you. A small yelp slipped through your lips and you clutched the back of Jungkook's jacket with one hand while the other held his giant monkey.

"Kookie! Put me down!"

"Nope. I said that I would treat you like a goddess and that's what I plan to do."

You shook your head, trying to hide your growing smile.

"What would your future wife think? There's nothing above a goddess."

He began walking away from the Ferris wheel, casting a quick glance your way.

"To be honest, I'm not sure if I want to get married. The idea never really appealed to me before."

"You're young. You have plenty of time to consider it."

You could feel the rumble of his chest as he laughed. "Why do you still talk to me like you're older? We're the same age Y/N."

There was clear mirth in his voice making you smile.

"Only for a month. And then you're back to being my sweet little shit of a dongsaeng."

He smirked, "Then I'm going to have to make the most of the next 57 days."

"You COUNTED?!"

"A good boyfriend should know when his girlfriend's birthday is so he can properly prepare." He stated then apologised as he shouldered his way through a crowd of teens towards the main exit.

"Let's not talk about my birthday since it's so far away...where are you taking us for your birthday meal?"

"Just a little place. Nowhere fancy.”

The restaurant was definitely little, comprised of tiny brown painted windows and a matching door. Flower pots sat on the pavement boasting flowers in beautiful bright hues. If it wasn't for the chalkboard easel outside welcoming people inside then you would have mistaken the building for a house.

"What's this place?" You asked as he opened the door.

"Jin-Hyung took me here when I first moved to Seoul. Without him showing me round and helping me to settle in, I probably would've gone back to Busan."

Before you could reply an elderly gentleman shuffled into view, a server's apron tied around his middle. His eyebrows shot into his receding hairline when he noticed the two of you stood waiting.

"Ah, Jungkookie! Happy birthday!"

Jungkook's cheeks reddened as he bowed his head politely, "Thank you Ajusshi."

"I never thought I'd see the day where you'd come here with a lady friend in tow."

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N- Noona." Jungkook gave your hand a squeeze and you too gave a polite bow. "She just moved from the UK this morning to study in Korea."

"Ah," the man said, reaching out to shake your hand. "I wish you two many days of happiness."

It was your turn for your cheeks to flush red, "Thank you, sir."

"Oh~! Polite! You should keep her. Not many beautiful girls have an equally beautiful personality like this one." He grinned giving Jungkook two menus and leading you to a table before you could protest, hurrying off after taking your drinks order.

"What's good here?" You asked Jungkook after a few minutes of scanning the menu.

"Did you see the vegetarian section at the back?" He flipped through a couple pages and pointed to a list you happened to miss. "Jin-hyung likes the dububuchim-yangnyeomjang (pan-fried tofu with spicy sauce), but everything they serve is tasty."

"Do they have a non-spicy version?"

Jungkook chuckled, "You and your sensitive palette. Guess it can't be helped since you grew up in the country of bland food."

You lightly slapped his wrist, although he was right.

He continued, "I'm sure they'll do a non-spicy version for you. The staff here are really nice."

The man came back with a little notepad, his grin ever present.

"So, what will the lovely couple be having tonight?"

Jungkook took your menu and handed it to the man along with his own, "I'll be having the usual, and my Jagi will have the dububuchim-yangnyeomjang but with a sauce that isn't spicy. She's sensitive to spices since the British don't know how to season their food."

"A lot of Korean food has some kind of spice," he said with a chuckle, jotting down the orders. "You'll have to toughen your taste buds."

You laughed along with him. "I'm working on it."

"I'll give you a glass of milk on the house if you're willing to try a slightly spicy sauce."

You tapped your chin, pretending to consider it, "Hmm... I'll have to pass for now, maybe next time."

He smiled and waddled off again, shouting the orders to whoever was cooking in the kitchen.

You turned back to Jungkook who had been watching the interaction with a smile just wide enough to show his dimple.

"What?" You wondered, taking a sip of your drink. "Why are you smiling at me like that?"

"I'm just... I can't... This is the best birthday ever."

You arrived back at your apartment stuffed from dinner and erring on the side of exhaustion. You'd planned to only make a quick stop at the dorm to pick up Miri and your missing merch, but the members wanted to know about your date and catch up a little more since you hadn't had the chance to earlier on in the day. Jungkook was pouting like a petulant child as he carried the boxes into your apartment while you carried a sleeping Miri. He was still annoyed you had paid for dinner.

"You should've let me pay."

"Am I not allowed to treat my boyfriend to a meal on his birthday?"

He placed the boxes down beside the others and came over to you, encircling his arms around your waist.

"But you should save your money."

"Yah! Watch out for Miri," you wiggled slightly to make sure she wasn't getting crushed between the two of you. "And one meal isn't going to majorly dent my finances."

Jungkook lightly ran a hand through the fluffiness of Miri's coat, stopping when she shifted to nuzzle her face against your arm.

"Okay, I'm sorry." He mumbled. "Thank you for my meal. It tasted better because my beautiful Jagi paid for it."

You leaned up and nuzzled your nose against his, "That's more like it."

"Are you sure the birthday boy can't sleep in your bed with you?" He asked, forehead resting against your own, eyes fluttering shut.

"I'm sure."

He pulled away with a shrug, "It was worth a shot."

Making his way over to the front door, he made sure he had his keys and phone on him. You followed him over.

"Have a safe journey back home."

"Will do. Text me when you wake up and I'll come over to help unpack."

You nodded and Jungkook pulled the front door open. He suddenly turned on his heel and once again cupped your cheeks to draw you in for a sweet kiss. Honestly, as sweet and innocent as they were, they were becoming addictive. You doubted you'd ever get over the feeling of his lips against yours. He broke the kiss with a small smile.

"I love you, Y/N. Thank you for moving all this way for me. No amount of money or gifts could ever repay you for giving up your life back in your home country. But I will try my best to help you build a life here. With me."

You swallowed down the lump that was slowly forming in your throat. "And thank you for the opportunity to be here... you'll never understand how much it means to me." You pecked him on the corner of the mouth.

"Thank you for my new beginning. I love you, BunBun."

After Jungkook left you had set Miri down on your new bed, glaring at the walls whenever they caught your eye. You were quick to take your PJs out of your suitcase, wanting to test out the new silk sheets Jungkook had picked out for you. They felt just as expensive as they looked. And they were red! He'd well and truly spoiled you.

With all the lights off except a bedside lamp, you snuggled up to Miri and ran a hand through her fluffy coat. God, she was so soft.

"Goodnight, Miri. Tomorrow our adventure begins."

A/N: Sorry for the delay, life got in the way.

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