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study-coffee-chicago · 4 years ago

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Stupid Game (A Halstead brothers + Halstead! sister imagine)

If you've read Someone I Used to Know by Patty Blount, you'll understand where I drew the inspiration from. Warning: includes sexual harassment and threats of sexual assault.

Fifteen days. Fifteen days left of this stupid and terrifying game. You could get through fifteen more days of their stupid game, after all, you were already halfway through. But, seeing as it was halfway done, they'd start to get more desperate. You needed something on you, anything. Pepperspray, mace, a knife, a razor blade--

"Y/N," you were snapped out of your thoughts by your brother, Jay, saying your name. "What are you doing up? I thought you had online first block today?" he asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee and grabbed a box of cereal from the cupboard.

"I do," you answered, stirring the peanut butter into your oatmeal once more. "Just wanted to get up and get some math homework done," you lied.

"You didn't do it last night?" Jay asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he sat down across from you.

"I know, I should've done it. But I was frustrated that I couldn't figure it out and figured maybe looking at it in the morning with fresh eyes would help."

"Fair enough."

"You're not mad I procrastinated?" That was one thing both he and Will agreed on when it came to you and school: procrastinating and not getting your assignments done was unacceptable. They said they didn't care about grades as long as you didn't fail-- and you weren't, you were getting all A's and B's-- but they did care about you trying your absolute best.

Jay shook his head. "No, sounds like you got it all figured out." He looked at his watch. "I gotta go. I'm gonna be late. See you when I get home."

Jay stood up and put his bowl and mug into the dishwasher. "Will you be home for dinner?" you asked...which was really code for if he was going to cook or if you were fending for yourself.

"I don't know. We don't have an ongoing case, so depends on today's case." You opened your mouth to ask if you could order takeout when he stopped you. "And, yes, you can get takeout. I just expect the receipt and change."

"I know, I know. Now, go save Chicago," you said, shooing him out the door.

"It's a team effort," he replied.

"Yeah, yeah. Say hi to Hailey for me."

"Will do!" he yelled to you over his shoulder.

You waited another five minutes until you knew that Jay wasn't coming back before starting your mission. You went into Jay's room and opened his closet. After peering at all the shelves, you had almost given up, when a piece of cardboard on the top shelf caught your eye.

"Gonna need a chair for this," you mumbled and then made your way back into the kitchen and dragged a chair into Jay's room.

After moving a few things, you pulled the box down and set it on the floor. "What are you hiding in here, Jay?" you asked yourself, having never seen this box. You knew it was Jay's though because J. Halstead was written on the side in black permanent marker.

Slowly, you opened the box, as if scared something was going to jump out at you or Jay was miraculously going to appear and tell you not to open it. But, neither of those two things happened.

"Holy shit," you muttered as you opened the box. You thought this stuff was stored away in a storage locker, but it was here all along.

Inside the box was Jay's military uniform, all folded up, along with his dog tags and a few pictures from his time overseas. You felt like you were looking at one of Jay's most intimate secrets, just by looking at this stuff. You wondered who in those pictures came home and who didn't. There was also a small leather journal, and tied to the side of it was a knife.

You picked up the journal and untied the knife from it. You'd be lying if you said that opening the journal and reading it hadn't crossed your mind. But, you viewed your brother as a war hero, and if there was anything in there that would change that view, you didn't want to know. You also knew he had seen some horrific things over there, not that he had ever given you any specific details on the missions, you just knew because of how hard some cases hit him, especially kid cases.

So, you placed everything back into the box just like you found it and put it back on the shelf. Except for the knife, that you kept.

It felt heavy in your hands. The red handle was faded, probably from all the sand that had rubbed against it overseas. You ran a finger over the blade, a little dull from not being sharpened in all these years.

You jumped as your phone alarm went off, alerting you that you had half an hour before you had to leave. You turned it off and placed the knife in your pocket. Then, you dragged the chair back to the kitchen and continued to get ready for school, the extra protection you now had would make you feel more protected for these next fifteen days, that you were sure of.

With the knife safely placed in your backpack half an hour later, you headed off to school.

***

Jay furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his phone. Your school was calling him, which was odd. The only reason he thought that they'd be calling was that you didn't show up, you weren't a troublemaker like he was when he was in high school. The stakes were higher now, so you couldn't afford to mess up.

"Sarge, I gotta take this. It's Y/N's school," he said and then proceeded to walk to an interrogation room for some privacy in case the call was serious.

"Jay Halstead," Jay said as he answered.

"Mr. Halstead this is Ben White, principal of Central Chicago High School. I have Y/N in my office right now and I would appreciate it if you could come down here."

"Is she in trouble?" Jay asked, knowing if it were anything other than that, he would have told him.

There was a pause on the other end of the line as the principal tried to figure out what to say. "Somewhat. I'll explain more in person."

"Okay, thank you. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

He hung up the phone and exited the interrogation room and went back into the bullpen to grab his keys and coat.

"Everything okay?" Voight asked.

"Not really. Y/N got in trouble at school, so I gotta go talk to her principal."

"What'd she do?" Kevin asked.

"Don't know yet, said he'll explain when I get there."

"Just don't be too hard on her. She's a good kid, Jay."

"I know, which is why I'm shocked that she's in trouble at all."

Hailey placed a hand on his shoulder. "Just call me if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay."

***

When Jay walked into the principal's office, it was just like he remembered it from when he was in trouble in high school. Most of his were for a few fistfights at lunch or just not doing his homework. Hell, when he looked at you, you were in the same position he was always in whenever your guys' mom or dad had to come to pick him up: hands in your lap, head down, and eyes trained on the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Mr. Halstead, take a seat," Mr. White motioned for him to sit in the other empty seat facing his desk.

"Please, call me Jay. Mr. Halstead's my father. Now, what's this about?" he asked, looking between you and the principal to see which one of you would be the one to tell him.

"Well, as you know we have a very strict no-weapons policy at the school. And, well, your sister, this fell out of her locker."

At this, you looked up, wanting to gauge Jay's reaction. Something flashed across his eyes for a moment, and then anger took over a few seconds later. "A knife? Really? And my Ranger's knife at that?"

"I'm sorry," you mumbled. But, you couldn't tell him what was going on. After all, it's not like the school would do anything about it, which wasn't for lack of trying because oh people had tried alright.

Jay took a deep breath, not wanting to blow up at you in front of anyone. "Why do you even have it?"

When you didn't answer him, he turned to your principal. "She said that she was snooping through your stuff, and she found the knife, thought it was cool, and wanted to show it to her friends."

Now, snooping, Jay could see. But showing a knife to your friends? Even having a remote interest in any type of weapon? Well, that just wasn't you and you both knew that. But, he knew you wouldn't tell him the real reason unless you were alone, even then it was a long shot.

"I see," Jay nodded. "Let's not beat around the bush here. What kind of trouble is she in?"

"Well, typically we have to call the cops on this type of stuff, but I figured since you were a cop, that this would do. Typically, there's also a three to five day suspension that comes with these things, but seeing everything she's gone through in the past years and that she has outstanding grades and never has even had a detention, I'm going to let her off with a warning. She just has to go home for the rest of the day," Mr. White answered.

"And this won't be on her record?" Jay asked.

"This won't be on her record," Mr. White confirmed.

"What do you say, Y/N?" Jay asked.

"I'm sorry," you apologized, looking up once again.

"And?"

"And it won't happen again." Jay cleared his throat, telling you that you forgot something. "Sir," you added quickly.

It was always something your dad had taught Jay and Will when they got in trouble, that they had to use either sir or ma'am in the apology. Up until today, you never had to use it, but here you were. There's a first time for everything.

"I'm sure it won't," Mr. White said.

"I'm gonna go get my stuff," you said to Jay before leaving the principal's office.

Jay rubbed a hand down his face and sighed. Then, he turned back to Ben White. "I'm really sorry about this. I don't know why she'd do anything like this. This isn't like her--"

"Jay, she's been through a lot," he sympathized. "She's probably just acting out. Every teenager goes through that. We both know you did."

Mr. White was a young teacher back when Jay and Will were in high school, and he got to see some of Jay's fights first hand. He even had to rip him off a kid once in the cafeteria.

"Hey, they were always for good reasons...And, I always won."

"Now that you're not a student anymore, I can agree with that statement." He heard the door to the main office open. "Just, don't be too hard on her, okay?"

Jay nodded and stood up and left the office. Now he had to deal with his sister and try to figure out what was actually the real cause of this.

***

You started to run up the stairs but were stopped quickly by Jay's stern voice. "No, come back down here. We're going to talk about this."

You sighed, knowing you were going to be in deep shit from him since you got nothing from the school. You handed him your phone, but surprisingly, he handed it back to you.

"I get to keep my phone?"

"You do, but that's only because I'm letting you drive to and from school and that's it. You go to school and you come straight home. No stopping for coffee, donuts, fries, nothing. I need you to have your phone on you in case you get in an accident." You nodded, knowing his logic was sound.

"How long?"

"Three weeks."

"Jay! But homecoming's in two and a half! And I'm going dress shopping with Emma this weekend!"

"Should've thought of that before you brought a knife to school, my military knife at that. Why were you looking through my stuff anyway?"

"Just curious, I guess." It was a lie and you both knew it.

"That's not the truth. What's going on? Come on, you know you can tell me."

Not this I can't. But, you didn't say that. "That is the truth, Jay. Now, how am I going to get my homecoming dress?"

"You don't need a dress if you're not going to the dance."

"You can't keep this from me--"

"Yes, yes I can. If it was detention for tardies or a failed test or hell, even a fight, this wouldn't be happening. But you brought a knife to school. Not only is that against school rules, but it's against the law. What you did was illegal, Y/N."

"I know and I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it this time, not with this. But, if you want to get a dress and go to the dance, maybe doing some extra chores can get you that."

"So, I don't have to tell Emma I can't come this weekend?" you asked, hopefully.

"Not what I said. You still can't go with Emma. If you earn back that privilege, Hailey can take you."

"But, Jay--"

"No buts. I put the offer on the table and I can just as easily take it off."

"Uh, fine."

"Now, I know you have classwork from the classes you missed today, so get to it. And, don't think I won't be telling Will about this."

***

You jolted awake from your sleep. Must've just been a nightmare, you thought. A really loud nightmare.

"You bastard!" you heard Jay yell.

Okay, so not a nightmare.

"Get away from him!"

Him? Who else was in the house besides you and Jay?

If it was serious, you knew Jay would have come to wake you up to get you out of the house or yelled your name by now. Slowly, you stood up and grabbed your phone. Then, you exited your room and walked across the hall to Jay's.

You heard more yelling and tossing and turning as you stood outside his door. After taking a deep breath, you slowly turned the knob and walked into his room.

When you saw the way Jay looked, you instantly knew what this was. "Let him go and no one gets hurt!" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

Jay turned towards you as if he had heard a noise in his nightmare which caused him to abruptly turn. His eyes were moving rapidly beneath his eyelids and his face was dripping sweat.

Luckily, he started to calm down. His breathing started to slow and he hadn't yelled for over a minute.

"Jay," you whispered, taking a step closer to him. "Jay. Jay Halstead," you repeated, this time a little louder.

Nothing. You took a risk and touched his shoulder. "Bastard!" he yelled, throwing a punch which caused you to jump back, his fist narrowly missing your face.

Now it was his as well as your breathing that was coming out jagged.

You couldn't wake him up. You couldn't risk touching him again.

Jay yelled out again, causing you to jump and run out of his room.

You pulled out your phone and dialed the familiar number, hoping that he hadn't gotten called into work.

"Hmmm, hello?" your oldest brother's voice came through your phone, thick with sleep.

"Will, I need you. Please come over."

"Y/N? What's wrong?" He immediately sat up in bed upon hearing the worry in your voice.

"Jay's he's having a nightmare and I can't wake him up and--"

Yelling could be heard in the background and Will cut you off. "Is that him?"

"Yeah." The next part, you said quieter. You knew it wasn't Jay's fault this was happening, but it didn't make your feelings any less valid. "Will, I'm scared."

You heard a door close on Will's end. "It's okay. I don't think he's ever sleep-walked from a nightmare. Just, whatever you do, do not touch him. Understand?"

"Yes." More screaming. "Please, just hurry."

You don't know how you got through those fifteen minutes without completely breaking down. And, in those fifteen minutes, it had gone from yelling to hearing a few things slam to the ground. You assumed it was just things on Jay's bedside table, like his alarm clock, water bottle, and phone that had fallen from him trying to throw punches every which way, but you were too scared to check. What if he was up and standing and could throw things at you? You couldn't do that.

The sight Will saw when he unlocked the door and walked into the house completely broke his heart. You were sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket with your feet tucked under you, and silent tears were streaming down your face. If Will hadn't known any better, he would have thought you were making yourself as small as possible as if to disappear.

Will knelt down in front of you so that he was at eye level with you. "Hey, has it gotten worse?" You didn't look at him and that was all the confirmation Will needed.

You let out a deep shaky sob, finally feeling like it was safe for you to make noise again. Will took that opportunity to envelop you in a hug. "It's okay. It's okay. He can't hurt you. It's not him that's doing this. He doesn't know he's home."

"I know he thinks he's in Afghanistan, but he, Will, he almost, if I didn't..." you trailed off, not knowing how to tell your brother that Jay had almost hit you.

"What did he almost do, Y/N? You know he'll want all the details when he wakes up, so just tell me. I promise I won't be mad at him."

You took a deep breath. "He almost hit me, Will. I touched his shoulder and he just swung and--"

"Did I or did I not tell you not to touch him?"

"This was before I called you."

There was another crash and you whimpered. Will gave you one last squeeze and stood up. "Whatever you do, do not follow me, Y/N. I don't want you to see this."

You nodded and tugged your blanket tighter around you as if that was even possible.

The ice was melting in Will's hands as he walked towards Jay's bedroom. He could hear yelling, well, they were more like loud sobs at this point. The floor next to his bed was covered in things that fell from his bedside table: his alarm clock, water bottle, phone, the lamp...which luckily hadn't been on and the bulb hadn't broken.

"Now or never," Will muttered to himself as he stepped towards his younger brother. Then, he flung the ice out in front of him, causing it to land on Jay, and jumped back as fast as possible.

"You bastard! Fuck!" Jay's eyes shot open, drinking in his surroundings.

"Jay," Will said, quietly alerting his brother of his presence before placing his hand on his shoulder. "You're home, in Chicago, you're safe." Noticing that Jay's breathing hadn't yet slowed, Will overexaggerated his inhales and exhales. "Breathe with me. In...Out...In...Out...Good..." And so they continued that until Jay no longer needed Will to guide him through his breathing.

"What happened?" he asked, looking to where his things were strewn on the floor.

"Y/N called me. You were screaming and she tried to wake you up, but couldn't."

Jay's eyes widened. "Oh, God. I didn't...Please tell me I didn't hurt her, Will."

"No, but you did come close. She said she touched your shoulder and you just swung. She jumped out the way, though."

"Oh, God. I almost hit her, Will. Fuck. I'm a horrible brother."

Will sat done next to his brother, despite his sheets being all sweaty. "You are not a horrible brother, far from it. She knows it wasn't you that was doing this. Your mind was somewhere else. Now, do you wanna tell me what happened?"

"It was, it was all because of that damn knife. I don't know why I even kept it in the first place, Will."

"You kept telling someone to let go of him and called someone a bastard. Who?"

"I- There was this kid. His dad was gonna kill him and put a gun to his head. I tried, but I couldn't, I couldn't..." Jay let out a strangled sob and wiped the tears that ran down his face.

Will started to run a hand up and down his back, something he learned long ago that soothed Jay after nights like these. "And the knife?"

"I used that to kill the boy's father. I should have just gotten rid of it when I had the chance."

"Jay, I'm sorry all of this got dug up."

"Yeah, me too. I'm not proud of the man I was back then. I thought I was over this."

"It's okay to fall apart sometimes."

Jay nodded, even though he hated when it happened because the bigger they are, the harder they fall. He bottles up all his emotions that when he finally falls apart, he explodes.

"I think Y/N would want to know you're okay," Will suggested.

You were still in the same position you had been in when Will left you when you heard footsteps approaching you and looked up. Jay's eyes were bloodshot and it was clear as day that he had been crying. You felt the couch dip as Jay sat next to you.

"I'm sorry," Jay said. Slowly, as if not to scare you, he wrapped an arm around your blanket-covered body.

"You scared me," you whispered.

"I know. Will told me. I'm so sorry." He scanned your face, making sure that Will wasn't lying to him when he had told him that he hadn't hit you. "I just need you to know that what you saw, that wasn't me, Y/N. It was my mind bringing me back to a very dark place. I would never, ever, ever knowingly scream at you like that or lay a hand on you."

"I know. You didn't even yell that bad with everything that happened at school today. But, it's all my fault."

"Y/N, look at me." You looked up, your eyes red-rimmed from all the crying. "None of this is your fault. Yes, seeing that knife triggered me. But, I could've just as easily seen it if the box fell over and the knife fell out."

You knew what he was getting at. He was trying to assure you that you and the knife were not what triggered him. It was the knife and the knife only.

"Can Will spend the night?" you asked, knowing that if it happened again, you wouldn't be alone when dealing with it.

"Of course. Now, go back to bed. You've got school tomorrow."

You nodded and stood up, knowing he was right. It was currently 3:30 in the morning and you had been up for an hour and a half and you needed to be awake by 6:00. And, you knew that you needed your focus to be razor sharp at school now that you didn't have any protection.

"Goodnight. I love you guys."

***

The weekend had come and gone and now it was Monday. As much as you hated Mondays, the ones before homecoming were becoming increasingly worse. Everything was fine until you had walked out of school, keys in hand.

"What the fuck?" you yelled as you were slammed into the side of your car, your cheek hitting the window hard.

Then, you felt a hand squeeze your butt. "Fifty points," he whispered in your ear.

Tears sprung to your eyes as you felt his hand reach for your keys. "Get the fuck away from her, Evans!"

Then, you felt him being ripped off of you, by none other than Jordan Atwater.

"Whatever," Derek Evans grumbled as he shrugged Jordan's hands off him. "I got fifty points and she just went from 200 to 250 for the rest of it." Then, he walked away and Jordan was quickly at your side.

"Are you okay?"

"No," you sniffled.

"Here, let me take you home, and then we can tell Kevin and Jay and they can come get your car."

"No! They can't know about this Jordan and you know that!"

"Y/N, he just did that forcibly and they just increased the point value for..." he trailed off, not wanting to say the disgusting words.

"Jordan, I'm fine. I can handle this."

"Fucking hell, Y/N. Do you know what I heard rumors about in the locker room?" You shook your head, not wanting to know at all, but knowing Jordan would tell you anyway. "He was planning on taking your keys so that you'd have to go with him. Some other guys were planning on following you home tomorrow."

"I can't- I don't know what to do, Jordan. It used to just be a stupid game, but now it's this and- fuck."

"I know, I know. Listen, how about I check on you after practice to make sure no one comes over?"

"Jay grounded me. I'll just get in more trouble if you come over."

"What'd you do?"

"Just something stupid," you answered. You knew that if you told him about the knife, he would most definitely tell Kevin.

He raised an eyebrow at you, but let your lie slide. "You're telling Jay tonight or so help me God, I am telling Kevin tomorrow before school."

"Can I just come over to your house?" you muttered.

Somehow, he heard you. "I thought you said Jay would be mad at you?"

"Then we can tell Kev and if Kev knows first, he can tell Jay because I don't want to be the one to tell him. He'll freak."

"Yeah. Tell you what? I'll pick you up at your house right after practice and then we can go to mine."

"Thanks for having my back, Jordan."

"Hey, that's what friends are for."

***

Jordan sucked in a breath as his phone dinged, alerting him that someone else had posted something on that stupid leaderboard for that stupid game.

"Aren't you gonna get that?" you asked as you sat next to him on the couch, assuming it was a text message notification.

"It's, uh, it's not important."

"If it's a text it's probably important."

Before Jordan even had time to react, you snatched the phone from the table in front of him. But, you quickly regretted your decision as your face paled and tears sprang to your eyes.

"Are they- are they all saying these things about me?" you asked, barely above a whisper as you handed Jordan his phone.

His eyes quickly skimmed the comment on the leaderboard in front of him and he sighed. "I mean, they've said some pretty horrible things, but this is up there with the most disgusting."

"What's most disgusting?" Kevin asked as he walked inside to see you two sitting on the couch, Jordan trying to keep his phone away from you despite you having already seen the comment. "Wait, aren't you grounded, Y/N?"

"Does Jay tell all my business to Intelligence?" you grumbled.

Kevin shrugged as he hung up his jacket. "Pretty much. But really, wat'cha doing here?"

You and Jordan shared a look that didn't go unnoticed by Kevin. "What's going on?"

***

"So you wanted to talk to me first so that I could help you break the news to Jay?" Kevin asked.

"Yeah," you mumbled, shocked by you hadn't broken down yet. It was probably just because you were scared to tell Jay, scared of how he would react to people who were doing this, and scared of how he would react to you not having told him until now.

"Let me call him. I think he still had to finish up some paperwork, so maybe he hasn't noticed that you're gone yet."

Kevin walked away to go talk to Jay in private and Jordan went to the kitchen to grab you both some water. Absentmindedly, you ran your fingers over your cheek, not doubting that there would be a bruise there tomorrow due to how hard Derek shoved you up against your car.

"Need some ice?" Kevin asked, having reentered.

"I'm fine," you quickly said, knowing that Jay and Will would be babying you about your face anyway.

"If you say so."

Jordan returned with the water and slid one to you. "Jay mad?" he asked his older brother.

"I mean, I told him Y/N was over here and that she has something to tell him and to not get mad at her."

"Great, that helps a lot," you replied sarcastically.

"I also told him we might have a case."

"Okay, so he knows it's bad then. I just don't wanna blow this out of proportion--"

"Girl, blow this outta proportion?" Jordan interrupted. "They're planning on assaulting you! I think you can blow this up however much you want!"

"I just don't wanna be the one to start this conversation," you admitted.

"We gotchu, girl, we gotchu," Kevin reassured you.

***

"You better have a good reason why you left the house-- without telling me I might add-- when you're grounded!" That was the first thing Jay yelled as Kevin let him into the house.

"Whoa, calm down, man. She's got a good reason to be here--"

"A good reason? A good reason being that she wanted to hang out with Jordan when I clearly stated that she was to come straight home after school!"

Roughly, he pulled a chair out from under the table to sit down across from you. You stayed staring at the wood of the table, not wanting to look him in the eye. "You have a good reason, Y/N?" he asked smugly. "Then look me in the eye and tell me that reason."

Jordan squeezed your shoulder in reassurance, which gave you the bit of confidence you needed to look your brother in the eyes. "I- there's these points and I was pushed and..." you ran your hands down your face in frustration, trying to stop your tears. "I can't do this."

"Is that a bruise forming on your cheek?" Jay asked as you removed your hands from your face, his eyes immediately softening. You nodded. "Care to elaborate?"

"A football player shoved me up against my car and then he- and then he grabbed my ass."

"Does this football player have a name?" he asked, looking to Jordan because he was on the football team.

"He does, but there's more and I'm gonna tell you that first because I don't think Y/N wants to."

"Thank you," you whispered to Jordan.

"So it's more than just a stupid kid playing grab-ass with my sister?" Jay asked, anger starting to seep out once more.

"There's point values attached to each grab," Jordan started. "Grab a girl, it's usually 50 points. Do some other things with her, there's more depending on what it is. Freshmen are strictly off-limits, so it's Y/N's first year dealing with it."

"How long has it been going on?"

"I think the game started totally five years ago. It happens for a month leading up to homecoming. Anyone on the varsity football team pays $10 to play, and whoever has the most points at the end of the month gets the money.

"And this year, they started a leaderboard online, where you can vote on doing different things. If it gets enough votes, it's up for grabs for points. And well, just take a look."

Jordan slid his open phone to Jay and he scrolled through the website, complete with a leaderboard. He looked at the most recent comments and scrolled to the beginning of the thread.

200 points if you can get the cop's sister to give you oral

Jay swallowed a lump in his throat as he read the title and continued to scroll.

100 for the actual act and another 100 if you get it on video

Deal

Definitely

Just don't get caught

She's small so it shouldn't be that hard

Think she had a crush on me last year, so this should be a piece of cake. Pay up boys

You're on, Evans

Then, he got to the comments after today's events had occurred.

Grabbed Halstead's ass in the parking lot and was so close to getting her keys, but Atwater stopped me. Buzzkill. It's gettin' close to hoco, so points for her are now up to 250

Eh, I'll just follow her home tomorrow and then get her before her brother gets home

Her lips will probably feel so good wrapped around me

Jay let out a shaky breath as he got to the end of the thread. "You're right, Kev. I think we might have a case on our hands. You wanna go home, Y/N?"

"I'm scared," you said as you looked up at your brother, tears streaming down your face. "What if they come to the house, Jay?"

"Y/N, I promise you that I will never, ever allow that to happen."

***

You were in the shower, but you could still make out the faint sound of Jay's voice. You didn't know who he was talking to, but you assumed it was either Will, Voight, or Hailey.

All the events of the past two weeks came down on you, crushing you like a ton of bricks. You knew this game was going to happen, but what you didn't know was that they going to do that 200, well now 250 points for you. At least, you hadn't known until Jordan told you and begged you to tell someone.

Since the start of this sick, twisted game, you made sure to wear something that always covered your butt, such as a long sweater or hoodie paired with jeans or leggings. But apparently, that didn't stop money-hungry and hormonal teenage boys.

The first time it happened, it was just a quick pinch when you were standing at your locker, nothing too alarming. Hell, you hadn't even known who it was. But then, once the 200 points were on the line, they started getting more and more aggressive, cornering you after lunch or after class, blocking you from exiting the locker bank.

You had heard the whispers of what Derek Evans planned to do, so you took matters into your own hands, hence stealing Jay's knife from the Rangers. People always said to go to the school, that they'd stop if enough people told. But, they never stopped. Girls had tried and tried last year, and nothing happened. Hell, you were so close to talking to the principal but were cornered right before walking into the main office, so you gave up. You figured you could just put up with it until it was over, despite how much anxiety simply going to school was now giving you.

You stepped out of the shower, dried off, and changed into your pajamas. Then, you glanced at yourself in the mirror: puffy and red eyes and cracked lips stared back at you. You hadn't even felt human since this thing started. You felt like a fucking object.

A fucking arcade game that told them that if they tried hard enough they'd win a damn prize.

The gut-wrenching sob that left your lips stopped Jay on his way to the kitchen. Jay made his way to the bathroom and knocked on the door, your sobs still ever-present.

"Y/N, can I come in? Please?" He asked quietly, using the voice he used when he had to talk to children on the job.

"I just wanna be a-alone right now J-Jay," you hiccupped.

Jay sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You know I can't let you do that. It's not healthy." He didn't get a response, so he just stood outside the bathroom, hoping you'd exit sooner rather than later.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen. And your breathing just got shallower and shallower. "Are you dressed?" he asked.

It took you a moment, but somehow you managed to tell him that you were.

Your vision was starting to go blurry and your feet and fingers were starting to go numb. The sides of your head were pounding so much that you thought it was going to explode.

Jay took a paperclip and unfolded it, then pressed it into the knob until a click was heard. The door was heavier than he had expected, alerting him that you were slumped against it. You felt yourself being pushed forward, but at this point, you didn't even care since you were too focused on not passing out. But, if you did pass out you figured, at least your mind wouldn't wander to all the recent events.

"Y/N, Y/N, open those eyes for me, okay? Just look at me. Focus on me," Jay urged you after he had squeezed himself through the door and was now crouching down in front of you.

"C-Can't-- Open eyes-- hurts," you said through shallow and fast breaths.

"Okay. I'm gonna squeeze your hand. Just focus on the touch and try and follow my breathing."

"What-- if I-- pass-- out?"

"I won't let that happen. Now in, out, in, out. Good. Now I'm gonna add a second. In, out, in, out..."

You continued to focus on Jay's voice as you slowly but surely started to regain feeling in your feet and fingers.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" Jay asked, once your breathing had returned to a semi-normal state for a few cycles. Slowly, you opened your eyes but quickly closed them. "Head still hurt?"

"Yeah."

"That'll happen when not enough oxygen gets to the brain. You can even ask Will to fact check me." You heard the doorbell ring. "Speaking of Will..."

"You didn't."

"But I did. He brought food, too."

"Jay? Y/N? You here?" you heard Will yell from down the hallway after he entered the house.

"Bathroom!" Jay replied, causing you to wince due to how close he was to your ear. "Sorry."

"What the hell happened?" Will asked as he rushed to crouch down in front of you, going into doctor mode when he saw your eyes were clenched shut. There was a pause as Jay mouthed panic attack to his older brother. "Okay, well I'm gonna go get you some water, hopefully that'll make your head stop hurting and then I'll check out that cheek of yours."

"Do you have to?" you whined.

"Kid, one day you'll thank me for this."

"I doubt it," you mumbled.

Will came back with a glass of water and slid it into your hand, making sure that your hand was firmly wrapped around it before letting go. After waiting about a minute after you'd finished the water, you opened your eyes.

"Better?" Will asked.

"Better," you confirmed. "Thanks."

"That's what big brothers are for."

"So that means you don't have to go all doctor on me?"

"Ha, that was funny. Now, sit on the counter so I can take a look."

You pushed yourself off the floor and then onto the counter, Jay standing up after you to stand next to Will. Great, now you had two worried older brothers both looking at the same thing. At least they weren't both doctors.

"Damn, it's already bruising," Jay said as he looked on.

Will hand gently touched your cheek. "Tell me if anywhere hurts." He touched from your jaw up to your cheek bone, but the only place you told him that hurt was between the two and a bit at the bottom of your cheek bone.

"You're lucky," Will started, "You hit it just a bit higher I might have to take you in for x-rays to make sure you didn't bruise or fracture your cheek bone."

"No hospital?" you asked hopefully.

"No hospital," Will confirmed. "Just lots of ice."

"Come on, let's go get that food Will brought before it gets too cold...and the beer for me and him gets warm."

***

You walked into Intelligence with Jay the next morning, trying to think of anything but the worried looks you were getting. "It's okay to be scared," Jay told you, giving your shoulder a squeeze. "And, I'll be there the whole time."

"Do you have to?" you asked him.

"Because you're a minor and I'm your legal guardian, they can't talk to you unless I'm there. So, yes, I have to be with you."

"Hailey," Voight's raspy voice carried through the bullpen. "You go talk to Y/N. Ruzek, go talk to Jordan."

"Jordan's here?" you asked, looking up at Jay.

"Yeah. Kevin wanted him to give a statement, too. Said he can attest to all the stuff that was said in the locker room."

"Oh." You didn't want to think about the things that were said. If you thought what they were posting was bad, what they talked about in the locker room you knew would be ten times worse.

You followed Hailey into the breakroom. Despite being here dozens of times before, it felt odd to you this time, eerie, as it was waiting to gobble up your deepest and darkest secrets and fears and share them with the world.

Hailey sat across from you and Jay sat next to you. "Jay, I need you to read this over and sign it since Y/N's a minor." She slid two pieces of paper over to him and he glanced at them and quickly scribbled his signature.

Hailey gave him a look that said you're not gonna read it? "I've told parents what this says before. I know the drill." Hailey nodded and took the papers from him.

"Start from the beginning, Y/N. What happened with Derek Evans?" Hailey prompted.

"I have a question." Here goes nothing. Hailey nodded at you to continue while Jay furrowed his eyebrows. He had been over how this was going to work with you before you even stepped out of the house this morning to try and ease your nerves. "Does it matter?"

"Does what matter? What he did to you? Of course, it does," Hailey answered.

"No, sorry. That came out wrong. "Does it matter that I had a crush on him last year...and kinda into this year." The crush only lasted two months into this school year though, when you found out he had cheated on his current girlfriend. But last year, oh last year your crush was in full swing and you took every opportunity you could to talk to the then junior, and there was no fooling anyone in that school that you had been head over heels for him.

"I'm sorry. I'm not following," Hailey apologized.

"Since I had a crush on him and he knew it, couldn't he take that as I wanted this?"

"No. It's only consent if both parties agreed to it."

"But maybe me having a crush on him would make him think that."

Now, it was Jay's turn to speak. "Did you take health class yet?"

"No, I take it next semester. Why?"

"The teacher will talk about consent there, but I guess we're doing it now." He looked at Hailey to make sure this was okay and she nodded at him to continue. "What do you think has to happen for someone to not consent?"

"One of them has to say no or stop."

"Is that the only way to be sure?"

"I mean, I guess."

"See, that's where you're wrong. It's not consent if you slap his hand away. It's not consent if you're too drunk to say yes. Same for drugs. It's not consent if you're coerced into it. And, consent can be revoked at any time. Any time. To keep it simple for you to remember right now, it's only consent if you and him both said yes to this. And, I know you didn't say yes to what happened to you and what they were threatening to do to you."

"So, even though I didn't say stop or no right away when he pushed me up against my car and grabbed me, I still wasn't consenting?" you asked.

"No," Hailey answered. "Did he ask to grab your butt?"

"No."

"Therefore, there was no consent involved."

There was a knock on the door and Hailey got up to answer it. "Halstead, a word," Voight ordered, motioning for him to follow.

Jay glanced at you. "Hey, don't worry, kid. Everything will work out one way or another."

Jay followed Voight into his office and closed the door. "What's up, Sarge?"

"The kid who grabbed your sister, well he's 18, Jay. Just turned 18 last month."

"So, we can press more charges?"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Since all we have are threats and Y/N's and Jordan's word against his, most we can do is forcible touching. If he had acted on the threat, then that'd be a different story."

"So, you're saying that she had to be forced to have oral sex with this ass to press more charges? The threats aren't enough? Even though we clearly have proof of the threats from that goddamn leaderboard."

"I know it's not ideal--"

Jay threw his hands up. "Ideal? It's ridiculous!"

Voight was about to say something, but was stopped by a knock on his office door. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Boss, we got a problem," Ruzek said as he entered.

"What type of problem?"

"The Evans kid? Yeah, well his dad's the president of the school board."

"You're kidding."

"Wish I was, Boss."

"Jay, go see if Y/N knew about this. The rest of us are gonna figure out how to proceed with this new information."

Jay was about to enter the breakroom, when his phone buzzed. It was Will.

Any news? the text read.

Other than the fact that the Evans kid's dad is the president of the school board and we only have enough to get him on forcible touching, no nothing new.

Jay didn't even think about the fact that he was sharing information about an open investigation. To him, this was just him talking to his brother about the case that involved his sister.

Jay held down the power button to turn his phone off and then walked back into the breakroom. "Anything?" Hailey asked.

"Uh, yeah. But let's finish interviewing Y/N first. I know we had to stop since I left."

Jay sat back down next to you and Hailey started questioning you once again.

"Did you know that this game was going to happen?" Hailey asked.

"Yeah, that's why I started wearing long sweaters and hoodies, to try and cover up my butt."

"Okay, and when it start to turn into more than grabs?"

"Um, one day Jordan called me after school and he told me that Derek was planning to get me to..." you trailed off, not wanting to say it.

"I know you think it's disgusting to say, Y/N, but I need you to say what he said to you."

You looked up at Jay, feeling like a five-year-old who was about to say a swear word. "It's okay. We won't laugh or get mad."

"He uh, Jordan told me that Derek was going to get me to give him a blowjob...even if he had to force me to do it."

A few tears ran down your face. Even though your brother was a cop, telling the actual cops in an actual statement made it that much more real.

"Do you want a break? Some water maybe?" Hailey asked.

"No, I'm fine. I just wanna get this over with."

"Okay. Did anyone try and tell the principal? Any teachers? Other adults?"

"Girls tried, they really did. They told Mr. White, the principal, but he said that they didn't have any proof. And, he also said that they were football players and that some of them had shots at scholarships for D1 schools. Why would we want to wreck that for them, is what he had asked us. And, Derek's dad is on the school board, so we knew that even if it went further than the principal and to the superintendent or school board, that nothing would happen.

"I was gonna try to tell Mr. White once, but I was cornered before I got into the main office, so I was scared."

You turned to Jay now. "I'm sorry. I should've told you when this all started but I didn't want to get made fun of or have more things happen at school because what if they canceled football and it was all my fault and--"

"You need to remember that you did nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing, you hear me?" you nodded. "And what White did, basically saying that boys will be boys, that makes me sick. And if I had a way to arrest him, I would."

"Thanks, Jay."

A comfortable silence fell over you before you explained everything else, like Derek shoving you against your car and forcibly grabbing your ass. You also explained how Jordan had said that he was planning on taking your keys so you'd have to have oral with him to get them back and how other players were planning on following you home.

After that, you were out in the bullpen, when Trudy Platt came up the stairs. "Hank, Halstead, I need you to go this address."

Platt handed Voight a piece of paper, which you're assuming had the address on it. "Why? This doesn't have to do with our case. Couldn't patrol do it?"

"I don't think Halstead would be pleased if I put his brother in lockup, so I figured I'd have you two go check it out," she answered.

"What did Will do?" you piped up before Jay could.

"Let's just say him and Derek Evans each got a few punches in," Trudy answered. "I thought you two could be the ones to go down and get him."

"Thanks, Trudy," Voight said as he started to walk downstairs. But, he stopped when he noticed that Jay wasn't following.

"Uh, Hailey," Jay called. "Could you maybe take Y/N to Will's house while I do this? I just don't want her at home in case they somehow got our address."

"Yeah, no problem," Hailey answered, taking the spare key Jay handed her.

You four walked down the stairs and then each headed your separate ways. Once Jay and Voight were in the car, Voight turned to him. "Care to tell me how Will found the name and address?"

"Sarge, I have absolutely no idea." And then he remembered the text he sent. "Oh, oh shit. Listen, it was an accident. He asked me if we had any new information, and I told him that Derek was 18 and he must've just went from that. Sorry, I wasn't thinking. To me, this isn't just an investigation, it's an investigation that involves my sister and I was just giving information to my brother without thinking about the legal ramifications."

"I get it, Jay. I did the same thing with Justin."

"Are we really arresting him?"

"No, but we are gonna have a chat with Derek and his father."

***

"I want to press charges!" Derek Evans' dad yelled when Jay and Hank rolled up to the scene. "This man assaulted my son!"

"Yeah? Well, your son assaulted my sister, so I think it's even!" Will spat back.

"Let's just take a moment to talk this out," Voight said, stepping between the two.

"I won't talk until you put this man in handcuffs!"

Voight turned and nodded at Jay. "Sarge, you can't be--"

"I am serious, Jay. Now do it and bring him to the car. Now."

Jay gritted his teeth and put Will's hands behind his back. "You have the right to right to remain silent. If you give up this right, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. If you do not have the money to afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been told to you?" Jay recited as he led Will to the car.

"Yes. Jay, what are you--"

"Just go with it," Jay hissed in his ear, causing his older brother to shut up.

Jay put Will in the back of the car and then got in the passenger seat. "Now, in a second I'm going to take these off and then I'm gonna go inside and talk to them with Voight. Do not, under any circumstances, get out of the car. You understand me?"

"Yeah, now can you get these off me? You put 'em on real tight, Jay."

Jay smirked as he took Will out of the car and undid his cuffs. "Payback for all the times you poked me with a needle." Then, he looked at Will's face. "Looks like the kid got a few good punches on you. There's gonna be a real nice shiner there," he joked.

"Shut up and go finish your job." Will rolled his eyes as Jay put the cuffs back in his pocket and left Will in the car.

When Jay walked into the Evans' residence he saw Derek, Derek's dad, and Hank all sitting down at the kitchen table. "Now, we know that your son has threatened to force himself on a girl at school, so this can go one of two ways," Voight started as Jay stood behind him. "We can either contact the media and tell them all about this little game he and his teammates like to play, but that he took a step too far, which would ensure he doesn't get into a good college. Or, you could transfer him out of his current high school and to a new one and this doesn't get out to the press. Your choice."

"You don't have enough to charge him, so why would I pull my son out of school his senior year?"

"Because, once word gets out, well no college wants a guy with a history of sexual assault on their football team. It sets a bad image."

"It's not like I even did anything!" Derek protested, while still trying to hold the ice pack to his lip that Will had busted open.

"Oh, didn't do anything? Let me enlighten you. You got the pictures, Sarge?" Jay asked.

"Got 'em right here."

Voight laid all the pictures of the leaderboard and the messages about you on the table. "The girl who Derek said he wanted to get oral sex from? That guy in the back of our car right now is her brother. Now, do you understand why the fight broke out, Mr. Evans?"

Derek's dad looked back and forth between the pictures and his son, trying to figure out how his son could do this. "Derek, did you say these things?"

"Oh, he did more than say. He slammed the girl up against her car and forcibly grabbed her backside," Jay said, not wanting to admit he was your brother or else there would be a conflict of interest in this encounter. And, even though Derek knew, Jay was the one with a gun so he figured the best idea would be to not piss him off.

Voight laid the picture of your bruised cheek on the table. "This is what happened because of that. She's lucky she didn't break her cheekbone."

"I'm- I'm sorry," Derek finally spoke up. "It was just supposed to be a fun game that we bet some money on who could get the most points."

"A game? A game is football. This is bordering on assault. We are far from a game," Jay told him.

"So, what's it gonna be? Take Derek out of school and transfer him or do I call the media? You have five seconds," Voight told him, pulling out his phone to silently tell them that he wasn't bluffing.

Derek's eyes widened. "I'll transfer! I'll transfer!"

"Derek, we need time to think about this--"

"No, Dad, I need a shot at a scholarship to go D1."

"Then it's settled. Thank you for your time."

Jay and Voight left the house and went back to the car. "What's the verdict?" Will asked.

"He's transferring schools," Voight answered and handed the folder of evidence photos to Jay.

"Why are you giving these to me?"

Voight shrugged. "Do with them what you want, Halstead. I wouldn't blame you, no one would."

***

"Hailey, can you give me and Y/N a second?" Jay asked as you entered you house and shrugged off your coats.

"Of course."

"You can stay out here. We'll talk in Y/N's room," Jay said.

You walked down the hall and went into your room and sat on your bed. "So, what's up? Did you arrest Derek?"

"Unfortunately, we didn't have enough evidence to do that."

You looked down at your hands. "But then it's just gonna keep happening, Jay. I don't wanna go back there."

"Back where?" he asked, sitting next to you.

"To school, it'll just be worse."

"Hey, no it won't because he's transferring schools."

"But the other boys will just keep doing it, Jay. I'm terrified."

"Hey, hey look at me." You looked up at Jay, trying to stop yourself from crying. "That will not happen, I can promise you that."

"But you don't know that."

"Just trust me on this one."

"Okay," you whispered.

"And one more thing," Jay started. "If it didn't already go without saying, you're ungrounded because I'm assuming you brought that knife to school to use in case anything happened. And, with what happened yesterday, I can't say I blame you."

"Thanks, I figured as much."

"Now, next time you need something for self-defense, we're just gonna get you some pepper spray."

"Good idea."

"Let's go back out to Hailey and you two can look at Pinterest or whatever for dresses or whatever it is girls do with that stuff."

***

The next morning, you woke up to message after message about school. There were links sent you entitled Football Player Assaults Girl Outside of School Because of a Bet and Principal of a Chicago High School Resigns Because of Complaints from Girls about the Football Team Sexually Harassing Them, but He Didn't do Anything about It.

You could not believe it. Just 48 hours ago you were freaking out about having to go to school for fear of a guy grabbing you or doing something worse. And now, you could go to school and feel comfortable. And, those boys wouldn't do anything else and if something did happen, you'd be able to tell the assistant principal--who was now acting principal--about what was happening and have something actually be done about it.

"Jay!" you yelled as you ran into the kitchen, almost bumping into him.

"Whoa, slow down! I almost spilled hot coffee on you!" he laughed as he set his mug down on the table and turned back to you.

"Sorry, sorry. Have you seen this? Someone leaked the leaderboard and now Mr. White resigned! I'll actually be able to focus in class now!" You slid the phone to him and he looked at the titles in the notifications. "I just wonder who did it."

"Told you I'd handle it." Then, he took a sip of his coffee.

"Oh my God, you were the one who leaked it?" Your eyes almost popped out of your head. Couldn't that get him in trouble?

"I never said that."

"You just sipped your coffee like that Kermit and the sips tea meme, so yeah, I think you did," you playfully argued.

"Well, technically, it wasn't me. I just passed on a copy of the pictures to a CI of mine, whose cousin happens to work for the Chicago Sun-Times."

"Bye-bye college football for all these assholes."

"And the city's a safer place because of it."

"Hey, what do I always say: Go save Chicago."

"Team effort. And this time, Y/N, you got to play a part in that team."

A/N: I know it's been almost a month since I've posted an imagine, but school is busy and I'm writing long imagines, which usually take me a week to write, so that's why. Oh, and happy Valentine's Day (bc that's in like 2 days). Go cuddle with your boyfriend/girlfriend if you have one. Or, if you're single (like me) go read some cute fluffy fanfiction and eat all the chocolate!

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“Trusting desire -- starting to learn -- Walking through fire without a burn! Clinging a shoulder, a leap begins: Stinging and older, asleep on pins --

So here we go...”

~“I Should Tell You,” from RENT

x~x~x~x

Erik Apollo had never seen his guardian Carewyn Cromwell more scared than the night a rogue swarm of dementors descended on their neighborhood and she rushed home to find Orion protecting Erik with his Abraxan Winged Horse Patronus. He would also never see her quite that scared again, for the rest of his life.

Once Orion and Carewyn had walked Erik back home, Carewyn immediately rushed around, gathering blankets and bundling Erik up in something like a blanket burrito, and then steered him into bed while she made him some hot chocolate. While Carewyn rushed around, Orion quietly sat at the foot of Erik’s bed and gently encouraged him to take slow, deep breaths. Even though the nearly-thirteen-year-old wizard really wasn’t the sort to meditate, Orion was patient, and he eventually wore the boy down enough to steady his breathing by the time Carewyn arrived with the hot chocolate. Orion then got up and headed to the living room so he could leave the two alone to talk.

Erik slowly lifted the mug up to his lips and took a sip. His light blue eyes hadn’t met either Orion’s or Carewyn’s gaze once since they walked him home, but the hot chocolate did seem to bring some of the color back to his freckled cheeks.

“Better?” asked Carewyn.

“Mm-hmm.”

“Good. Make sure you drink all of it -- chocolate is a good antidote, when dealing with dementors...”

Erik bowed his head and didn’t answer. Carewyn tilted her head slightly to the side, trying to read his emotions. She could sense discomfort -- shame.

“Erik,” she said slowly, “I’m proud of you, for having wanted to help. It was good of you to want to protect the Muggles who live on our street. But dementors aren’t something you can fight back with first-year spells -- ”

“I had to do something,” snapped Erik.

“I understand that -- ”

“No, you don’t understand! I had to make them go away! I couldn’t just stay locked up in here, listening to that toad Umbridge and Rowle and -- and -- ”

Erik choked on his words. Despite the anger in his voice, it was clear to Carewyn that it was an expression of hurt more than anything -- like a snake biting someone after being stepped on.

Carewyn’s eyes softened with sad understanding. “...They made you remember your mother.”

Erik bowed his head again, shutting his eyes tight to try to obscure the pain in his features. Her red lips coming together solemnly, Carewyn reached out a hand to trail it through Erik’s blond bangs gently. Despite how prickly he was, Erik didn’t pull away.

“How could the Minister just let them loose?” he whispered bitterly.

“He didn’t have much choice,” said Carewyn. “Minister Shacklebolt didn’t want them as the guards of Azkaban any longer...and I agree with him, they shouldn’t be there. But the dementors were positioned at Azkaban for a reason, however shaky it was. The Ministry thought to give them a purpose and food source that would keep them contained somewhere far away from both Muggles and wizards alike. So now that that’s off the table, we’re right back where we were three hundred years ago, trying to figure out what to do with them.”

Erik’s light blue eyes flared with hatred. “Wipe out the lot of them -- that’s what they should do.”

Carewyn sighed. “Easier said than done, I’m afraid. Drink up, now -- don’t let it get cold.”

Erik did as he was told and took another long sip. Carewyn considered her ward for a moment before speaking again.

“I’ll have to send an owl into the office...but I’ll be working from home for the next week or so. Until the Dark wizard that released those dementors is caught...I don’t think it’s safe if you’re here on your own.”

She offered her best attempt at a smile.

“...Fortunately, since Christmas is on the way, that means we’ll be able to have some fun celebrating it around my case work. Did you have anything special you wanted to do this Christmas? Any traditions?”

Erik shrugged. “Not really...”

“Well, at the very least, we can go to Diagon Alley and do some shopping together.”

“Must we?”

Carewyn bit her lip to hold in a laugh. Erik grinned mischievously despite himself as he finished his hot chocolate.

“...Ms. Cromwell?”

“Yes, Erik?”

“Those things you and Amari cast...the winged horses made of light...what kind of spell was that?”

The memory of Orion’s and her matching Patronuses once again made Carewyn’s heart swell in her chest.

“...It’s called a Patronus Charm. It’s a magical shield created by a powerful, happy memory, which takes the form of a different creature, depending on the person who casts it. It’s not an easy spell to cast, but it’s the one sure-fire defense against a dementor -- because it doesn’t have any sorrow or pain that a dementor can feed on.”

Erik frowned. “So Patronuses can look like other things?”

“Yes. Sometimes they look like magical creatures, but more often, they take the shape of an animal that reflects something about the spell’s caster. Wendy’s is a unicorn and Jacob’s is a hippogriff, for example...but Jae’s is a fox and Talbott’s is an eagle. I’ve also seen dogs, cats, lions, rabbits, bears, dolphins, swans...even an elephant.”

Erik turned the knowledge over in his head. “So there’s a lot of different kinds, then.”

Carewyn nodded. Erik looked at her, tilting his head to the side.

“It’s kind of amazing you and Amari have the same one, then, if there are so many...”

Carewyn’s eyes flickered over her shoulder toward Erik’s bedroom door, which had ended up slightly ajar.

“...It is,” she said very softly.

Carewyn held out a hand so she could take Erik’s empty mug from him and got to her feet.

“All right...you should try to get some rest. Chocolate helps a lot, but some peace and quiet and maybe even some sleep should help you fully recover. I’ll be up the rest of the night, so whenever you feel hungry again, you can come on out and I’ll make us something for supper. Or breakfast, depending on how late it gets,” she added with a wry smile.

“Don’t you mean ‘early?’” asked Erik with another mischievous grin.

The smile then slid off his face, making it look more serious.

“...Ms. Cromwell...I want to learn how to make a Patronus. Will you teach me?”

Carewyn paused by the door and considered Erik carefully.

“It’s very advanced magic -- many full-grown wizards are never able to cast one. It won’t be easy for you to learn, or for me to teach...”

Her almond-shaped blue eyes softened.

“...but if you’re determined, then I’ll do my best.”

Erik looked relieved. He’d clearly thought Carewyn might say “no.”

“Thank you, Ms. Cromwell.”

Once Carewyn had put Erik to bed, she closed the door to his room, casting a few silencing charms around it so that she wouldn’t have to worry about Orion and her disturbing his rest with their conversation. Then she washed out Erik’s mug in the sink, put it in the dishwasher, and headed into the living room where Orion was waiting. Carewyn found him meditating with his legs crossed on the couch, and decided not to immediately disrupt him. Instead she primly placed herself down on the couch beside him and watched him, taking the time to gather her own thoughts. After all...it wasn’t every day you found out that someone shared your Patronus. Carewyn wasn’t the type to believe in fate or predestination, but...knowing they had something like that in common...that their souls were that similar, when she’d been so resigned to the thought that she could never be everything he deserved...strangely it brought her some comfort.

“How is he?”

Carewyn blinked as she came back down to earth. Orion slowly opened his eyes -- his expression was very calm and his gaze very gentle.

“Better,” said Carewyn.

She rested her arm on the arm of the couch and trailed a hand through her hair.

“...He didn’t just come out to help the Muggles. The dementors...made him hear things, from his past, even while they were outside.”

Orion nodded, his eyes glinting with solemn understanding. “With how many of them there were...I daresay to someone with emotional scars, particularly fresh ones, such an aura could be stifling.”

Carewyn nodded too.

“I’m just so lucky that you were around,” she said softly. “If you hadn’t been there to protect him, I don’t know what I would’ve...”

Her voice trailed off, lacking the strength to finish the thought. Orion extended a hand and, after a brief hesitation, rested it on top of hers in her lap.

“You couldn’t have known what might happen,” he murmured gently.

“I should have,” said Carewyn in frustration. “I knew when I took on those cases, I’d be opening myself up to death threats -- I’ve gotten plenty of them through post....I should’ve known they’d try to target the ones I care about, just like R did -- ”

“You placed very strong protections over this flat. No Dark wizard could have gotten inside -- even the dementors couldn’t.”

“But my shields still couldn’t protect Erik from them! He was still affected by them...I should’ve been able to -- ”

“Carewyn,” Orion cut her off.

His level, patient voice betrayed a slight edge, even as his hand migrated up her arm to cling to her shoulder, steering her around so as to make her face him properly.

“You cannot plan for everything,” he said quietly, his voice still unusually firm. “You’ve done everything one could humanly do, to protect and care for Erik. You love him with all of your fire, and that shows in your actions. That’s more than enough, and better than can be said for most people. ...Please don’t hurt yourself like this.”

There was a silence. Carewyn stared into Orion’s eyes -- the galaxy-like depths were endless and unwavering, but something in the back of them...it was like they were beckoning her closer, wanting her to drown in them. She could sense something imploring and concerned, but also something soft, caring...longing. There was a flash of memory: herself as a sixth-year student, walking down the halls with her long hair and uniform in disarray and her eyes lacking all light or hope -- “I know the beasts we fight are different, but...” -- the first time Orion and she ever held hands, the day of the Quidditch Cup Award ceremony --

Carewyn hadn’t realized how they’d subconsciously moved closer together, while staring into each other’s eyes. She broke eye contact at last, her red lips curled up in a weak smile.

“...And here I thought I was supposed to be the one who’s talented at Legilimency,” she said sardonically.

Orion’s lips curled up in a wry smile as his hand slid back down her arm and returned to its place on top of her hand. “Don’t worry, you still are. Your inner fire is just too blazing for me not to feel its heat, Carewyn Cromwell.”

“Or you just know me too well,” said Carewyn.

Her gaze came down to rest on their joined hands. She slowly shifted her hand so that she could wrap her fingers around Orion’s wrist and hold it. Orion stiffened ever-so-slightly at first, but after a few seconds, he tentatively tried to mirror the gesture, brushing his own fingers along her wrist so he could take it in return. Carewyn looked up at his face and their eyes met -- although Orion’s face appeared as calm as ever, there was something almost shy coming off of him.

“Orion...”

Carewyn bit the inside of her cheek. She had trouble meeting his gaze head-on -- her eyes had flitted down to his lips.

“...Your Patronus...how long did you know? How long did you know that it’s...?”

Orion now seemed to be the one having trouble meeting Carewyn’s eyes. He turned his face away, his grip on her wrist shifting slightly the way a horse might nervously pad the ground with their hooves.

“...Since the moment I first saw yours.”

Carewyn was taken aback. “That long?”

Orion’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down in his throat as he swallowed. He bowed his head, his eyes moving into the shadow of his bangs.

“...I’m sure you’re wondering why I didn’t say anything, back then,” the Star Chaser said softly. “To be honest...it’s something I’ve asked myself for years. I had reasons, of course, but even just repeating them back now...I daresay McNully would’ve graded them with very low percentages.”

He exhaled quietly through his nose in a sigh. Carewyn gave his wrist a light squeeze to try to comfort him.

“At the time, I was simply enjoying the moment, spending it with you,” he continued. “You were up and about, largely healed and in good spirits -- and in that moment, the thought that you and I shared a Patronus couldn’t distract from that. Instead it...enhanced the feeling. Gave it nuance. Not only was I happy to be with you...but I was seeing you more clearly than I ever had before. It was like seeing a beautiful wild horse from the distance for years, before finally getting close enough to recognize it as a unicorn.”

He glanced at her out the side of his eye.

“...I told you...that I’d thought we were alike before, didn’t I?”

Carewyn nodded, her lips spreading into a slight smile. “Yes. It seems you were right about that -- more than I realized.”

Orion tried to smile back, but it came out rather weak and hesitant.

“I knew we were kindred spirits the year we first met, Carewyn Cromwell. I knew that for all of our differences, you...saw the world the way I did. Wanted but a small piece of that world to call your own, as I did. Sought the freedom to live a peaceful, modest life, as I did. Guided and supported others, but only shared all of yourself with a special few, the way I did. And I confess, that’s not something I can say for much of anyone. And yet, even with that...it took seeing your Patronus for me to even consider looking at you with any sort of...stirrings.”

Carewyn couldn’t completely bite back a laugh. “‘Stirrings?’”

Orion’s cheeks darkened with a slight flush.

“I cannot call them feelings,” he said almost defensively, “that’s too strong a word. And...we were flying in different directions -- you toward the Vaults, me toward the Magpies. Neither of us could have changed direction at that time, even if we’d wanted to, and neither of us should have. We’d both worked too hard, put in so much tenacity in the quest for our ‘gold,’ to afford to get distracted so close to the end. Especially when...all there really was between us...was an old wives tale.”

Carewyn’s eyes became a little smaller and sadder as she squeezed his wrist again.

“Orion,” she murmured, “there has always been more than that. There’s been respect...faith...caring. And...”

Wendy’s advice rippled over her mind.

“Let him make that choice to love you, whatever it might look like. You’ll never know if it’s meant to be if you don’t ever ask if it could be.”

With a swallow and a light flush, Carewyn raised her free hand up to Orion’s cheek. When her fingers met his face, Orion gave a slight start -- as gently as she could, Carewyn cradled his cheek in her hand, using the contact to coax him to look at her.

“...I hope you know those things have only grown since.”

The softness of her voice and the beautiful caring rippling in her eyes were enough to make the tenseness in Orion’s shoulders ebb away completely. Within a minute, he’d melted, his own hand coming up to rest on top of hers on his face and his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the warmth and softness of her touch.

“Carewyn...” he exhaled.

He took her hand on his cheek, holding it as he brought it down under his chin and squeezed it tight. When he opened his eyes again, they were full of longing.

“…I have…nurtured this bud in my heart…longer than I have ever admitted to anyone – including myself. But when we collided again, during the War, that bud only served to grow further…and then bloom into a blossom so strong and beautiful that I could never hope to hide it…however ashamed I am that I denied it the sunshine and attention it deserved years ago. I’ve wasted…so much time, trying to stifle it…trying to be happy with what was in front of me, rather than chase what my soul was clearly aching for. All because of my own inner doubts -- because of the reluctance I felt, in the face of making a choice between the dream I’d been fighting for for so long…and the chance of a new dream I’d never imagined. I realize I have been a coward, Carewyn Cromwell – something you have never been, from the moment we first met. I don’t know if someone like that could be your soulmate – if I could ever live up to the standard that word entails...especially when your standards are so very high…but most assuredly, you are a special woman, one I will never know the likes of again…and I love you, all the same.”

The words made Carewyn’s heart feel like it’d swollen to a size too big for her mere rib cage to contain. Her eyes crinkled up to make room for the smile of pure joy that conquered her face and she gently rested her hand over Orion’s heart.

“You don’t need to worry about my standards, Orion Amari,” she said with blazing emotion in her eyes. “I...don’t know if I can be everything you need or deserve...but the way I feel about you, at least...I promise, you won’t ever have to doubt that.”

And in a fluid movement, she’d swooped in and placed a chaste, searing kiss to his lips. It only lasted a few seconds before she pulled away, so it was rather short. Too short, it seemed...for after Carewyn had withdrawn, Orion -- his black eyes flooding with a kind of emotion Carewyn had never seen before -- reached out both hands to cup her face and tilt her head back up so that he could kiss her again, more gently and deeply than before. When they broke apart again, both sets of eyes, blue and black, were sparkling.

“I’m sorry,” said Carewyn with a weak smile. “I’m afraid I’m a bit out of practice.”

Orion smiled fully, handsomely, as he trailed his hand along her cheek to brush her short ginger hair behind her ear.

“I would be happy to train with you, my dear Abraxan.”

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treatian · 3 years ago

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The Chronicles of the Dark One: Magical Loopholes

Chapter 15: Getting Nowhere

He woke the next morning just the same as he had the morning before. Belle folded into his side with that same pained look on her face, their arms folded around one another, just as naked as the day they'd been born. It was a remarkable feat to him when he considered that he had his magic back and he was the Dark One again. Dark Ones didn't need sleep, just like they didn't need food. As the Dark One, he'd gone years, decades even, without a single night sleep, without a meal. And yet, here they were, sharing meals and sleeping. Two nights in a row. He'd never slept two nights in a row, not in all his time as the Dark One. The voices had never allowed it. But they were quiet around her. It was like a magic that belonged to her and her alone. And he was grateful for the possibilities it offered.

He'd slept so deeply last night that he'd had a nightmare, just as he had before the Curse broke. She woke with him when he startled. She'd argued when he'd gotten up and gone downstairs to pace, to try and get the image of Bae falling away from him out of his head. He hadn't been successful, not until he returned to their bedroom to find her waiting up for him. One look from her, and he was comforted. One touch on his back, and he was content to fall back into her arms and go to sleep once more, risking the nightmares. The second he stepped into her presence, the moment she was in his arms, all whispers and hissings ceased. His head was quiet. He had magic, but he felt damn near human around her. And he liked it. He liked the effect that she had on him. She was good for him.

But he was ever aware that he couldn't stay with her forever. They couldn't haul themselves up into a house on a hill forever. His son was still out there. And he had work to do. So, after spending what he deemed to be an appropriate amount of time rubbing her back until her own nightmares vanished, he kissed her head, asked her to roll over, and in a sleepy haze, she eventually released him. He showered and made breakfast as he always did, he considered leaving another note for her to read, but when he looked at the dishwasher, she was determined to empty on her own he remembered that she wanted practice. He'd have to trust her at some point to figure out what to do on her own. She'd be fine. And if she wasn't, she'd call, and he was just a thought away.

Upstairs, he woke her with a kiss one more time to tell her he was leaving and would return for lunch. She nodded, but he could still see sleep pulling her under. Was that her? Was she simply not an early riser, or were there still drugs in her system?

"Rest, but try not to sleep too much," he encouraged, just as he had the day before. She nodded again before he kissed her goodbye and, when he looked back to close the door, realized she was asleep again.

He'd had a plan when he got into the shop. He had a "to-do" list that consisted of figuring out more of what was going on in the world. He wanted to find Booth, have a conversation with David, figure out what he knew regarding Emma and Mary Margaret, he wanted to look into a few cities, and try to figure out how he was going to make his way out into the world with Emma and potentially with Booth to find his son. But a lot of his plan took a wrong turn when he got into the shop and used his magic to take him to Booth.

He ended up right back in the middle of a forest, just like the day before. However, unlike the day before, it was a different place, a different area. He could taste magic in the air.

He didn't like it. He especially didn't like it when he realized that he could all too easily summon himself back to the shop and get where he needed to be. It suggested that Booth had magic of some kind, that he had figured out how to cloak himself from him out in those woods. A Cloaking Spell wasn't a half-bad idea. How he'd gotten one or known to use it was uncertain, but it bothered him. It suggested that Booth had no intention of helping him find Baelfire, and given the deal they'd made, the deal he'd made good on, that was aggravating. And a Cloaking Spell…yes, the damn thing could be broken, all magic could be broken, but that particular spell could be a tricky little devil, especially if he didn't know who's magic the boy had used to hide himself. Fairy Magic would have been his first guess, but he had no proof of it. And if it was a fairy, well, that too was disappointing. It would be all the harder to break unless the fairy voluntarily lifted the magic, and given their relationship, he found that highly unlikely.

When he returned after lunch, he determined to put Booth out of mind. Emma was friends with him. When she returned, he'd tell her that he was making good on his deal and needed her to find his son. Then he'd be sure to let her know that Booth would be the first person she should check with to get that location. And then…

And then what?

His plans had seemed so much easier a week ago before the Curse broke. Get Emma to take him to his son, find Baelfire, go from there. But now…what was he supposed to do about Belle?

When he'd gone home for lunch, she'd emptied the dishwasher, managed to make herself breakfast as well as their lunch, and was moving about the kitchen a bit more confidently. But she wasn't ready to go out into the wide world yet. He didn't even think he was ready for that! What was he going to tell her when he left? What was he going to tell Baelfire about her? Who could he rely on to keep her safe from Regina? Perhaps he had no choice but to take her! But of course, that plan offered problems of its own.

The bell ringing in his shop as the door crashed open brought him out of his stupor. He had a long list of things he wanted to do but hadn't even realized that he'd been standing in front of his shop just staring into nothing as he thought. He expected to see Regina, hoped to see David, but instead, the face that greeted him was one he didn't even have on his radar. He snickered.

"Well, well…if it isn't Little Bo Peep herself."

"Gold…or do you prefer Rumpelstiltskin these days."

"That depends entirely on the conversation we're about to have."

The former warlord put her fisted hands on her hips and sauntered across the shop, swaying her hips in a way that would have made one of her dresses back home swish impressively but just looked ridiculous in the pants she wore now.

"I've been told you are the person to come to when looking for missing things."

He smiled. Was he? Odd how that was getting around despite that no one had come to him yet. Perhaps they all knew and just didn't want to bother him. He could live with that.

"Has Little Bo Peep lost her sheep? Don't quite know where to find them?" he teased. The girl let out a huff as she looked away as if she'd just been scandalized or insulted. "Or is it that you don't know how to find them?"

Finally, her eyes fell on him. She glared for a moment the cocked her head to one side. "I take it I'm talking to the infamous Dark One now?" she questioned. "So hard to tell these days."

"Indeed, you are, but fortunately for you, it's Mr. Gold who has just the thing you are looking for." He walked to the wall around the corner. Leaning against the little niche was a long stick of wood, one imbued with magic, not by him, but enough that it had apparently found this place in the Curse.

"My staff!" Sheri Lewis shrieked excitedly.

"My staff, actually," he corrected, looking it over with a pawnbroker's eye. "It was pawned off to Mr. Gold years ago. I didn't give the individual much for it. There wasn't much value in its materials though it was a quaint little antique."

"Someone sold it to you…" she woman scoffed. "Poppycock. You stole it!"

"No. It may have been stolen from you, dearie, but I was Cursed just as much as you were. Just because it ended up here with me doesn't mean I was the one who stole it."

The woman stomped over to him, the heels of her heavy shoes thudding against the floor. "Give it to me, now!"

"Oh, well, certainly…but you know, you can't get something for nothing."

"It belongs to me."

"It belongs to me…I have the paperwork to prove that. Paperwork that will stand up in a court of law in this land. What do you have?"

"If I don't get that staff back-"

"You'll what?" he snapped. "Send you muscle men after me? I'm the Dark One, dearie, threats like that may have scared Mr. Gold, but do you really think they'll stand a chance against the Dark One? And where are those men now? Retrieving a staff from the shop across the street certainly seems like a lesser task one of them could have done. Unless, of course, they are the sheep you've lost."

Again she averted her eyes. She bent her knee and stuck her hip out so that she bounced, looking antsy as she crossed her arms over her chest. She was irritated. With him, probably, but he suspected that it went deeper. More than likely, she was irritated by loyal servants who were suddenly not so loyal.

"No…I suspect that your brutes have all gone away," he pressed. "That's the reason you need the staff. To find them. To make them pay for their abandonment. To remind them who they belong to. That makes this one expensive staff indeed."

"Now it's about cost then, is it, Mr. Gold?"

"Can't get something for nothing," he repeated. "And this seems to be a very unique piece suddenly. Perhaps my previous appraisal was incorrect."

Lewis gave a wild snort then put her hands down on the counter between them. "You own my shop, my home…you own the dealership that I make my car payments to, so tell me then, Mr. Gold…what more do you want from me?"

The slope of her shoulders, the way she arched her back and pushed her breasts up and out between her arms…he recognized those motions, those seductive and suggestive poses that were meant to draw him in and might have worked on a lesser man, but on him? An offer of sex for a staff? He nearly laughed. Even when he'd been Mr. Gold, he wouldn't have taken her up on that offer. He had standards. And now that he had his memories back, now that he had Belle at home and they shared a bed, those sorts of poses only seemed silly, girlish, and utterly disgusting when he got right down to it. Belle's timid blush, the awkward way she'd asked if they could go to bed but not to sleep…that was far more attractive to him than any amount of cleavage that Little Miss Bo Peep could ever flaunt in front of him. He'd been celibate for years, centuries really before Belle had come along, and now he couldn't imagine being with anyone else except for her. She'd ruined him for all other women, and he was just fine with that.

But then what did he want for the staff, if not sex?

Thinking about Belle, about what he'd been worrying about when she came in…he knew what he wanted, he knew what he'd be happy to trade the woman for.

"I'll give you the staff," he explained, looking the pathetic stick over. "In return, you'll stay far away from me and mine."

The woman laughed and took a step away from him, taking her breasts off the table in a way that was a little too literal for his taste. "'You and yours'? What…you and your pawnshop?"

She continued to chuckle as if it were a joke. He kept his face straight and unyielding. "You'll stay far away from me, from my family, from those who associate with me."

"And how will I know who that is? Will you give me a list? Do they wear a brand telling me not to come near them"?

"I suppose you'll just have to use an abundance of caution," he smirked, leaning the staff in her direction. He watched as she stopped laughing and realized that they were approaching a deal. She weighed her options, all the while looking between him and the staff as if worried it was a trick. Then, obviously deciding that even if it was the risk was worth it, she took the staff in her hand. And left without a word.

On the surface, it might not have been the best deal he'd ever made, but it was certainly worth something to him. While Bo Peep was harmless, her visit had stirred something in him, something he hadn't thought to worry about. This town, Storybrooke, it was a town of heroes and villains. And just as one was not dead, neither was the other. When he left town for Baelfire, he didn't know what he was going to do with Belle yet, if she'd be ready for the wide world so that he could take her with him or if she'd have to stay here. That left him no choice but to plan for both possibilities. He didn't intend for Belle to ever come into contact with Sheri Lewis, but his deal at least ensured retribution would be his if the woman did come across her and brand her. Fortunately, with Lewis, that was the worst she could do. But there were still dozens of other villains in this town. He couldn't scheme his way into a deal with all of them for her safety, and the spell he'd placed on her to make her harder to trace with magic wasn't foolproof. Maybe it would be safer to just take her with him. She could wait in a hotel room when he left to talk to Baelfire. He could travel separately from Emma. He could…his options felt like they were becoming fewer with every thought he had.

The sound of the door closing behind him alerted him to the fact that he'd come home. He'd hardly been aware of locking the Pawn Shop up and getting in the car to drive, and now here he was.

And there she was. Bolting down the stairs at such a speed that he had to ask what was wrong before she bounded into his arms and buried her face in his neck. It wasn't until she pulled away that he could see she was smiling wide. She was happy. Something had made her very happy indeed. But the look in her eyes was smart and secretive as she grabbed his hand and led him into the living room.

She'd been cleaning. He knew it the moment he looked around that she'd been organizing and cleaning just like she would have at his castle. It made his stomach turn over in his gut, but when he looked at her, at her pride even though she obviously hadn't "finished," he knew there was something more at play. She led him to the sofa, where a small pile of familiar objects from around the house greeted him.

"Did you know these were here? My things?"

Her things? Her things indeed. A book, a pair of shoes, one of the blankets he'd given her in the castle for a cold night. His fingers automatically reached out for a shawl that he recalled her sitting by the fireplace in so long ago. They were familiar objects. They'd been in his house these twenty-eight years; he just didn't realize what they were until now.

"In a way. My cursed self knew they were here but didn't necessarily know what they were. I haven't thought of them since I got my memories back, so I couldn't understand their significance until now."

Suddenly she took the shawl from his hands and set it back into the small pile that she'd made before placing her hands at his shoulders, forcing him to turn and confront her happy smile.

"I belong here!" she beamed and then threw her arms around his neck before he could respond. He held her tight, felt tears move into his eyes as he realized that such a thought would make her smile like that. She belonged with him. He was starting to believe that. Truly he was. What was she supposed to do when he was gone?

#Rumbelle #Rumple #Rumepstiltskin #Dark One #Mr. Gold #Belle #Little Bo Peep #ouat #ouat fanfiction #fanfic

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writingsofmyimagination · 5 years ago

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28 Days

This is part of the KSmutClub Monster Smash Project - Prompt Werewolf

Jimin X Reader Werewolf AU (Tiny bit of Jungkook x Reader)

Summary: A late night run leaves you coming down with something. A Cheating Boyfriend. Whole new world opens up to you which has been under your nose the whole time. Everything within you heightens.

Words:10387

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, SMUT OFC! (Slight BDSM themes, Switch Jimin)

Hope you enjoy :) I had soo much fun writing this! Have some potential ideas for a part two so let me know what ya’ll think :P.

Day 1

Eyes wide, heart racing. Sweat began forming a thin layer on your skin; you were freezing.

The contradicting temperatures of your body refused to settle. Swallowing was uncomfortable with how dry your throat was; you peered over at the silhouette of your sleeping boyfriend held there in exhaustion as you slowly left the warmth and comfort of the bed

Thank god I didn’t wake him

The gem had answered your panic stricken phone call earlier that evening after a dog big enough to be a wolf had chased you while on your evening run. The noise of the awful snarl still ringing around your mind like a pinball machine. Even In its frenzy it had thankfully only managed to leave a semi deep scratch etched into your calf. It seemingly realised its actions and charged away. It bled all the way to the emergency room; it definitely didn’t warrant emergency attention but Jungkook forced you saying it’s a wild animal and ‘you got to make sure you get shots, don’t want you dying of rabies on me’ you remember him joking. You reminded him rabies was more of less non-existent in the country but he was probably right. They put skin closures across it as it wasn’t serious enough for stitches and put a standard sterile white dressing over to protect it. It may not have been serious but it was fucking long, nearly most of your calf. The first dose of your antibiotics was working its way through your system already; they’d decided to give some intravenously.

Avoiding the minefield of clothes trip hazards you made it into the living room, the pale moonlight was converting to a pale dawn. The glass coffee table in the middle of the room danced with shimmering grace in the glow. The light dimmed in the kitchen area, too far away from the window. You hit a switch which illuminated the under cupboard lights bringing life to the marble sides; the carpet turned into tiles, feet not appreciating the temperature or softness change. Reaching up into the cupboard for a glass, you jumped when the front door opened. You was just in one of Kook’s oversized shirts and in this position your underwear was definitely on show. No longer on tip toes you turned as his older brother waltzed in launching his holdall silently onto the sofa which absorbed the noise.

Short leather jacket adorned with zips, simple white V neck shirt tucked into black skinnies and leather biker boots. Yep his standard attire. He looked too good even though you hated to admit it. His eyes were worn and withered, exhaustion seeping off him. Your presence in the kitchen knitted his brows together but you spoke first.

“Jeez Yoongi you like hell, what happened to you?” you spoke softly.

“Could say the same to you” he countered nodding down at your leg.

“Guess I win!” You admitted “I got attacked by a dog, but like it was massive! I was running and it caught up with me out of nowhere and…”

His head popped up from behind the fridge door from where he was busy searching for sustenance.

“Wait… by a dog? How? Where?” Concern blossomed in his naturally dark eyes.

“As I WAS saying, I was running and it just caught up with me and his claw just caught my leg. It kind of backed off when I fell and ran off. Did I say it was huge! Like beaming yellow eyes too!” you placed your glass on the side behind you and leaned against the work top arms folded.

“Yeah but WHERE?” he asked curt.

Jeez he can be so cranky when he’s tired

“Erm… In Crest Park Woods” you responded ignoring his bluntness like you would assignments; also hesitant as you knew your location would likely trigger…

“I’ve told you both not to go there at night! Shit” he barked albeit quietly, huge frown announcing displeasure. He suddenly seemed agitated, almost panicky with his movements.

“Well I tell you to put the dishwasher on and you ignore me the same” you bit back defensive against his unwarranted agitation.

“Besides I’m fine, I didn’t need stitches, the doctors gave me antibiotics, stop being dramatic”

“Why did you let her go” his harsh words directed behind you. Jungkook had appeared in the living room doorway, heavy eyed and rubbing them to some form of life. His hair poofy and messy, shirtless, trackies hanging onto his hips admiring the view above.

“Hey, I can’t tell her what to do man, I was training for most of the evening, got her call when I was getting changed” even his words were sleepy.

“You know I tell you it’s not safe at night” he reiterated

“No parks or woods are safe at night in this day and age Yoongi” Kook piped up.

“Y/N please come back to bed, take the weight off your leg” he pleaded drowsy.

It was too early for this.

“Fine” you droned eyes rolling your disapproval quietly grateful to be out of this situation which you could sense was starting to sour.

“Oh you can’t tell her what to do?” You heard Yoongi jab at Jungkook as you left. As you’d expect from brothers they bickered, but they generally had a pretty solid relationship, I mean Yoongi was letting Jungkook live with him rent free while he was at Uni. He did annoyingly well for himself. Since you and Kook had been together he’d even let you more or less live there too; he was scarcely home and you’d prefer to have some privacy with your boyfriend here instead of your cramped hall room. You showed your gratitude by making sure everywhere was clean and tidy and making sure there was always enough of dinner left over for him in the freezer whenever he decided to come home.

“What are you…doing?” you mumbled still paralysed by sleepiness. You were half aware of Jungkook not-so slyly sliding his hands under your shirt groaning happily cupping your breasts, pushing up closer behind you, you didn’t really need to know what he was doing or wanted, you could feel it.

“Seducing you idiot” he toyed, fingertips gliding down your side, your thigh. Switching direction and coming up on your inner thigh teasing the way he knows your weak for.

“Yoongi baby” you reminded, annoyingly your room backed onto his and you struggled to be quiet sometimes. You’d faced many awkward glances with Yoongi too many mornings and you didn’t want to start again.

“He’s out” he breathed onto your skin at the back of your neck.

“He’s never out in the morning” you blurted out contesting him

“Exactly” before his lips latched onto the side of your neck dragging a gasp from your throat. You couldn’t fault his logic, your body way ahead of your thinking pushed back into him.

“Jesus baby how hard did you cum?” You got asked rhetorically in your state of euphoric exhaustion.

“You mean how many times?” you added chuckling within the breaths you were struggling to take. Collapsed side by side, hot messes perspiration soaked.

Sex with Jungkook was never terrible, far from it! But today everything felt amplified, everything had a surge of electric exaggerating every touch, the strength of the contractions of your muscles were on another level.

You’d never felt anything like it; your brain flooded with oxytocin, you drowned happily.

“My plan to keep you off your feet for a bit longer was a success then” he mentioned before downing the rest of his glass of water from the bedside table

“Seriously Kook I have a scratch on my leg, It’s not like it’s…” You felt the blood drain from your face, your skin went deathly cold, your body heated up from the head down simultaneously. Lurching from the bed; adrenaline making sure your muscles could carry you to the bathroom.

The last 5 minutes you’d touch wood not brought anything else up. Kook was still on hand, holding your hair off your face gently stroking your back. The typhoon in your stomach had mostly dissipated but you still hugged the bowl like your life depended on it.

“How you doing beautiful” he asked from behind

“Yeah I think I’m good” He took your response as a cue to release your hair and went and grabbed you some fresh bottled water from the fridge.

“Where did that come from?”

“Beats me” you sipped in delicate mouthfuls from the glass anxious to not disrupt whatever was settling your stomach.

“You don’t think?”

“What?” you answered

“We’re always careful right?” his words were hesitant as his brain scanned through every last time between you.

Shit! We’re 23 this will not be it!

Some superficial nausea returned as you too tried to remember every last time.

“Yea…h?”

The response wasn’t as confident as he wanted. You’d recently switched up contraception to the implant as your pill taking had become sketchy at best.

He returned from the drug store with a test and had also acquired an abundance of sweet things for you.

“Whoa where are you off to” his tone disapproving of the fact you were up and dressed lacing up your black boots.

“I told you I feel absolutely fine now” you pressed finishing the last bit of toast in your hand. You saw his frown come to fruition and you stopped any response with a kiss. Your hands caressing both his cheeks.

“I promise I’m fine. I can’t miss this lecture. You’re the absolute best. Now are you going to let me do this and then leave?” In his absence you’d pretty much convinced yourself that the pair of you had been careful and it must have been the antibiotic’s or something.

He sulked on the bar stool around the breakfast island where you’d implicitly told him to stay while you waited. His eyes were wide, worried as he stood up when you walked back into the room.

“See told you” handing him the negative test like the massive I told you so sandwich it was.

“Am I free to go now?” you teased as he tugged on your jean belt loop catching you in between his thighs.

“You’re free to go” he per-missed only after you’d kissed him and told him he was the best. Again.

Day 7

“Ugh!” you shivered, Sambuca burning horribly down your throat, your shot glass turned and slammed onto the side. Face creasing up in that Sambuca after taste disgust.

“Hey Y/N we going start cards against humanity you in?” Your friend Laura called from the centre of the living room playing a link in a chain of a circle of people from your class and a few others.

“Obviously” you called back. She’d dragged you to a house party in an attempt to help you get drunk and to forget about Jungkook for a night.

Jeon fucking Jungkook!

He’d decided to destroy your nothing but amazing year relationship by getting so blind drunk he ended his night with someone from his swim team on his dick a few days ago. He confessed straight away. You ended up in a rage filled teary mess and he just dissolved into a balling mess pleading; every apology saturated with remorse. You made damn sure you didn’t care how loud you were in Yoongi’s place. You left leaving Jungkook there completely ended with.

You were a wreck. With that wreck aside you were still a physical wreck, still suffering with sudden bouts of sickness, excruciating pain all topped off with ridiculous hornyess. You could even swear your smell and taste were better. The Dr’s had done some tests including another pregnancy test; everything was annoyingly clear; no clinical answers in sight.

“Hey you need a drink in your hand to play” Hobi announced shoving yet another vodka and coke in your hand as you sunk to the floor cross legged next to him.

Apparently Hobi and some of the other dance majors can really fucking drink. Put your class to absolute shame!

The music was at a reasonable volume but to your ears it was pounding, your vision was fuzzy and your mind a pleasant haze. You took yourself off to the kitchen for the actual sensible purpose of grabbing yourself some water and then popping to the loo.

On your return your floor seat was by taken.

He smells so fucking good.

Jesus what’s wrong with me

“Hey, can I have my spot back” You were practically stood over him, his back towards you as you just faced the messy black hair.

Your heart beat shot up irrationally; nothing prepared for your how beautiful he was, like seriously if anyone needs a Prince Eric casting you’d found him. The dark hair did not dim the brightness of his smile nor the mischievous look in his eyes as he took ALL of you in; your scent, your simple but apparently effective attire of a tight fitting with sleeveless white top tucked into a pair of high waisted jeans. He dropped his knees fully crossing them.

“You can sit here if you like” smirking; his tongue grazing the side of his mouth and tapping his lap. A few chuckles at his quip from the circle.

“Don’t you think you should at least try that with a girl whose in your league or at least get me a drink before you ask for anything like that” you bit back bemused, sure your eyes were glimmering with insincerity. He was not out of your league, this guy was the reason leagues were created in the first place.

“Oooooohh” Hobi and few others cooed in unison. The guy’s eyebrow shot up above a smile before he chuckled and conceded

“Touche”

“Of course you can sit back here” his tone suddenly lighter, genuine.

“Seeing as you missed the introduction, Y/N Jimin, Jimin Y/N. He’s just transferred to Dance” Laura said her tone laced with a childish disgust.

“Don’t have to say it like I’m disgusting” Jimin said falling into the sofa opposite you.

“Oh I do” Laura joked.

Until the game finished you just couldn’t concentrate; Jimin’s gaze was like a black hole, absorbing your attention with no mercy. Easily dragging laughs out of you as he eventually joined in the game. You noticed the sparkle his eyes always shone when he looked at you; you could even swear there were sometimes strange yellow flecks that danced amongst the coffee brown.

“I am done” you announced standing up, taking a second to stable your alcohol infused state.

“Yeah I think we all are” Laura agreed.

“Jimin can walk you to your room he’s going that way” Hobi pushed. Jimin and you once again got sucked into each other’s gaze. The pounding of your pulse felt deep in your stomach.

What the fuck is going on, this effect is not normal, even with how hot he is

“I think I can manage a short walk across campus”

“I am going that way, May as well, pretty company is always good”

“LAME!” Laura toyed.

“Fine, I suppose your right” underhandedly returning the compliment.

“So what’s your major” He idly asked

“Virology”

“OOFF, heavy” he observed.

“You are not wrong” you agreed chucking, grateful for the cool breeze to sooth your sudden increase in body temperature.

“I assume you know Hobi and Laura from Dance?”

“Yeah just like she said I just transferred, the uh dance teacher and I did not see eye to eye at my old uni”

“Dance hey”

“Something amusing?”

“From your look I wouldn’t have guessed in a million years”

“And what look is that exactly” He inquired genuinely curious.

“Well I mean leather jacket, ripped jeans, slightly baggy t-shirt, I mean I pegged you more maybe for like music or even maybe biomed”

“I mean it’s too early to introduce pegging” he toyed, mischievous.

“Ooookkkaay, like I may be drunk and we may have just played cards against humanity but we are not close enough to discuss that shit!” Hitting him in a playful manner on his arm.

How it escalated you don’t even know, you’d ended up shoved against a wall in the stairway of your dorm building; his hands grabbing everywhere they possibly could in a rough manner. It wasn’t something you were used to it but fuck could you get used to it. His mouth catching your heavy breaths, lips hungry on yours. It was like a fire had been ignited that you never knew you had. And it was with a stranger, but it felt so right. Your hands were not innocent either, oh no! You were pulling him to you in sheer desperation.

“Please tell me we’re near your room” he panted already scrabbling at the buttons of your jeans.

“Well I mean if you wouldn’t have pounced on me you’d have discovered we are really close” wasting no time in having your hands trailing his abs

“Couldn’t help myself, you just smell so good…”

Ditto!

He was shoved on your bed immediately. Leg straddling his waist; both your shirts already scattered on the bedroom floor. His hand gripped tightly in a fistful of your hair controlling the force of your kiss.

Until he stopped.

“What?”

“We shouldn’t”

What a time for a change of heart you sighed to yourself

“Serious?” mouth already pouting sitting back on your legs and his erection straining against his jeans.

“I mean god I want to” his lips were plumped up from all the attention.

“But you’re waaayyy more drunk than me and It wouldn’t be right, and I want to make you sure you remember how good I’m going to fuck you, even If I have to starve myself of this” applying pressure down your trousers feeling you over your underwear, your moan ricocheting into the room

“Fine! But don’t tease” you ordered slapping his hand away, climbing off him lying next to him in a huff.

“It’ll be worth it, I promise”

“You better make sure it is! You probably shouldn’t stay here though because there’s no way I won’t make you beg for me to fuck you if you’re here too long.” You teased.

“Ooo fighting talk huh? You’re probably right. I’ll see myself out. You can make yourself cum thinking about me though, I won’t have any objections to that”

“Well you’ll never know will you!” lip between your teeth as he flashed his smile which was so saccharine saturated you were at risk of a coma as he left.

Again in your drunk state you happily walking into a huge mistake

*knock knock*

“Y/N?”

Giving Jungkook no more time to talk about anything; you dragged him into a heated, completely lust filled kiss which he accepted no questions asked. He was pushed onto the sofa; him forced underneath you.

“Yoongi… could be home… any minute” he managed in between the assault on his lips.

“Shut up” you demanded tugging at his shirt, a desperate plea grinding on his crotch. He returned in kind ridding you of your pyjama top. Putting you underneath him on the sofa, leather cool against your skin. Yanking your trackies on the floor before chucking off his. You tugged on his long hair; wanting to avoid the pain he followed the direction of your pull gaining leverage over him enabling you to be on top again. His cock pressed against your folds

“Wait don’t you… want warmi…” hands resting at your side fingertips gently indenting your skin, hair half covering his eyes.

“Nope” you interrupted sinking down onto him cutting off any more words, replacing them with breathy moans.

“Fuck” he breathed rolling his head back. He always absolutely loved when you used him just to get off.

Your hips rocking rough, desperately seeking the relief you needed. Hand gripping to his chest enjoying the muscles beneath your fingertips rippling. You started clenching around him still dragging yourself closer.

“Jesus if you keep doing that I’m not going to last much longer” he whined. Knowing your body and the lack of clit stimulation was hindering your orgasm he tried to help. You swatted his hand away. He was delusional if he thought he deserved that. Pinning his hands above his head he got the message. The visual stimulation of you circling hurriedly on your clit had his eyes rolling up, fists clenching. As always he managed to hold off until your muscles starting convulsing around him before falling hard into his own release.

Apparently once wasn’t enough for you, easily going another couple of times before completely crashing in his bed. Another mistake.

Day 8

You woke up alone.

Thank god

There was however a note

-Let’s talk when I’m back - JK

How about no, he could go away for the week coming back to nothing!

You scrunched it up, feeling a slight pang of guilt for giving him hope.

Mouth dry, you headed to the kitchen

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to see you here again” Yoongi admitted slouching around the breakfast bar with a bowl of cereal.

Thank god I put on a shirt

You rolled your eyes.

“Please don’t, apparently alcohol causes me to make massive mistakes” you blurted out.

“Sorry he’s your brother” you added

“Its fine, we’ve all been there and he’s not exactly in my good books. I’ve give him hell don’t worry. He’s been a mess all week”

“Good!”

Excruciating pain spiked through your stomach rippling out to your chest. You doubled over in pain. Yoongi rushed over to support you, firm hand gripping at your waist and arm

“Im fine, I’m fine” ushering him away as the moment passed. More dreading what was next, the nausea and sickness.

“Here drink this” Yoongi handed you a homemade looking drink in a glass bottle. The army green liquid was lumpy and the thought of it anywhere near your mouth increased your nausea ten fold

“I feel sick already, definitely not” sipping the water that Yoongi had also sweetly provided.

“I’m serious it will take the nausea away in a heartbeat, just a mouthful, trust me it’s an old recipe of my grams” One eyebrow considerably higher, you gingerly took the bottle and unscrewed the cap. Opting not to even dare sniff it pinching your nose and swallowing; face scrunching shaking your head. For good measure you chugged the rest of your water and still held your nose for the taste to completely pass.

Boy wasn’t lying

“I am not even going to ask what’s in that but Jesus it worked”

“Probably best you don’t, and you’re welcome” he beamed.

“Well I guess I better get out here I got some serious revision to be getting on with”

Day 15

It was 1am, you were staring blankly at your work books, black lines of font all blurring into a mess in front of you. Your eyes rolled as you found your coffee cup empty. You were in a student café which had the genius idea of opening weirdly unsociable hours for all those late night crammers. You frequented this place a lot. The super comfy sofa area often had groups trying to cram together, people dozing from too much reading. You always took your refuge at a table, always sat facing one of the windows, you found the orange hue from the streetlight calming and not having to make eye contact with anyone else in the café suited you right down to the ground.

You’d found a small piece of paper in your jacket that Jimin had slyly slipped in the pocket a few days ago, you’d completely procrastinated texting the number. Not trusting yourself with how you’d act if your meeting again was anything like the last. Not that you didn’t want it.

Thinking about him apparently had the memory of his scent which now flooded your sense. Out of nowhere a coffee cup appeared beside you briefly masking the smell. You removed your headphones and turned to the source of the coffee giver.

The smell was not from memory.

“Latte with an extra shot” he announced

“I asked the server what you had before” he mentioned in response to the perplexed look primed his way.

“Umm, hi, thanks” he helped himself to a seat opposite, mere moments into your interaction the hunger was already festering.

“Not gonna lie I’ve been waiting for your text like an impatient child” he confessed stroking the side of his cup, looking down avoiding the eye contact.

“Sorry, I’ve just been swamped and I may have been staring at your number desperate to text but I didn’t know what to say”

“How about, hey, fancy meeting up to finish what we started” he joked, you closed your books attention drawn completely to him

“Oh you’re putting that straight out there then” feeling the flush of blood rushing to your cheeks, his shoulders shrugged, devilish smile returning

“If you don’t ask you don’t get. I would have happily responded to that”

“Well I mean normally I’d say buy a girl a drink first but I guess you’ve just ticked that box”

“Exactly”

Your walk to the halls was longer than normal. Under the cover of the poorly lit areas of the campus the pair of you hungrily shoved each other against trees grasping everywhere lips barely parting. You suspected your back was at best grazed.

“I don’t…even know why you do…this to me, I hardly know you” you panted slamming your door shut with Jimins body hard against it.

“Fuck knows but I feel it too” In a brief moment you was apart his eyes scanned you before literally tearing your shirt off buttons popping everywhere.

How strong is he? That’s like a movie thing

Your bra was unclipped with one hand before it joined your shirt.

He’s got moves, give him that

He picked you up from under your behind, legs wrapping round his waist. Your turn to be shoved against the door. Your back was definitely grazed, the pleasant sting confirmed this.

Your neck, collar bone was plastered with blossoming red marks. He even sunk his teeth in at the curve of your neck.

“Enough foreplay” you breathed. He chuckled through a growl which went straight to your core.

“Impatient” he stated a smirk growing wide bunching his cheeks up.

“Can’t wait to test that”

“My dorm mate is away tonight” the pair of you cocking your eyebrows. He set you down, backing you up until you knocked into the table, tugging his white v-n off, fingertips digging into his sides pressing him flush against you. He came willingly. Taking one of his hands you guided him under you the waistband of your unbuttoned jeans. Gasping finally having the contact against your folds.

“Want me much?” in response to how wet you were. You just dragged him into a kiss.

“Can’t have you waiting that desperately for me can I”

“Please don’t make me” you whined as he rushed to have you step out of jeans and underwear.

“You’re beautiful you know that” he exhaled drinking you all in. You were pushed hard half on the table, perching as he dropped to his knees.

Unbeknown to you he could smell your arousal the instant it started pooling. It completely intoxicated him like nothing before.

A deep growl escaped his throat nipping at the inside of your thigh. As weird as it was to hear such an animalistic growl you’d be lying if it wasn’t sexy as fuck.

He teased, lips going everywhere it wasn’t throbbing. He sensed your frustration from a mile off.

“Say please!” he ordered, smirk felt against your thigh.

“Fuck…Jimin PLEASE!” you begged. Hand flying straight to tangle in his hair. He sucked at your bud answering your plea with warm harsh flicks of his tongue.

“Want more?” Warm breathe fanning at your core.

“Mmmhmm” was you all you managed with your head rolled back. He granted your wish thrusting two fingers inside and going back with his tongue flat licking wide stripes.

“Don’t stop” you whined, feeling your leg muscles tighten. He granted your again as he sped up quickly pushing you over the edge pulling even tighter on his hair. Satisfied accomplished smirk was graced him.

“Don’t think I’m finished with you” he forewarned. Pulling you off the desk spinning you round, bending you over kicking you ankles apart. The light clinking of his belt causing a surge of excited anticipation which was delayed a few seconds by him putting on the condom. Slicking himself with your arousal before sinking into you.

“You feel just as good as you taste” he moaned before his hips began bucking into you. You turned to respond but you was met with him in a harsh movement turning your head to the front wrapping his fists in your hair tugging you harder on him. You settled digging your finger into the outside of his thigh.

“Jesus Jimin” you wailed. Jungkook was rarely rough with you and only know you realised how much you’d missed it.

“Too hard?” he asked slowing down pulling nearly all the way out teasing at your entrance awaiting further instruction.

“Fuck no” you cried, he slammed back into you; your free hand balling up into a fist. His free hand made its way round your waist. You went and met his hand, allowing you to take the lead his hand resting on yours gliding him in between your legs.

Boy gotta know how you like it!

“Ready to cum yet” he grunted, noticing how jerky his hips were going; he definitely was. The sleek words at your ear selectively just heard ‘cum’. You did what you thought he’d just told you.

“Jesus how tight do you wanna go” he spluttered as he came. He left you panting slumped on the table while he went to the bin. Managing to stand he pulled you into a kiss hands at your cheeks, soft against your flushed hot face.

“Give me ten minutes and we’re going again” he said almost in a whisper.

“You have five and I’ll damn make sure you’ll be begging me to let you cum this time”

Day 16

You stirred, rolling onto Jimin’s chest, which for a moment threw you. It was nice, his natural scent a comfort when combined with the soft contact of his skin. It also provided more than comfort, currently a chimera of comfort and also a ridiculous turn on for no reason whatsoever.

Christ, It likes I’m on heat or something

Safe to say you was now awake. His arm weakly fell round your waist, still in a sleepy daze. Taking your time, creeping your fingertips stepping lightly down his chest, his stomach finally ghosting up his thighs. His thighs were actual masterpieces of tone and muscle you’d be graced with.

The grip on your hips increased slightly when your hand wrapped around his cock

“Mmm morning to you too” he mumbled shifting to be more flat on his back. Biting your lip through glazed over eyes you started moving your hand. As he grew in your hand and his eyes finally opened dragged awake by your movements and you grinding light circles against him.

“That’s so good” still in a sleepy mumble. When you stopped he let out a whiny exhale and you shrunk down in between his legs.

“Will this be better?” you teased licking a stripe at his tip.

“I think you should show me it is”

“I think we should play a game” you suggested lifting your mouth from him after not letting him cum three times.

“You’re torturing me already” he panted. Your arm mopped up any saliva that had accumulated round your mouth as you sat up. You abandoned him in favour of bringing some toys for you to play with.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No” he agreed, chirping your shoulders up you lined him up at your entrance and slowly sunk down. In a natural move his hands went to your hips. You allowed this. When his hips bucked up into you. You did not allow this.

“You are not doing that” you ordered tightening your thighs at his waist

“What?” he breathed, face like it’s the most ridiculous cruel thing he’s ever heard; rolling your hips savouring how he felt inside you

“You are not to move. At ALL!”

“You are going to lay there and not move while I make myself cum 3 times on you”

“You can do that?”

“Yep, you do not buck your hips and you do not cum understand. Then I promise you can have me how you want” One thing about being with Jungkook. His stamina was ridiculous and he damn sure trained you well. You rocked your hips.

“What a reward!” he breathed your movement catching him off guard.

“Hope you like be…..”

You clenched around him in response. Grabbing the first of your selected toys; your bullet. He was way more vocal than JK and it was amazing. It was beautifully soft considering also melodic, his laboured breathes in between really hit as his head rolled back. His fists twirled in the sheets beside you pouring every ounce of will against his want fuck you.

“You’re doing so well” you panted, heat flowing across all of your skin enduring the aftershocks of your second orgasm. Your leg muscles growing tired from the constant tensing, your nails had left small red half crescents in a pretty field on his chest.

“I’ll treat you just a bit” Offering him the remote of your wand vibrator.

“I don’t think I can concentrate to operate that and not to move” he whined.

“You damn well better try you” You whined curtly kissing him in a desperate hurry. Considerately he put it on the lowest setting first, this time you would definitely need to move. So you did rocking your hips back of forth careful not to move up and down; judging from Jimin’s moans he wouldn’t be able to last with that kind of motion.

“Je…sus this is so hard” he panted, knocking the speed up to full, the area of the wand reaching more than just your clit; vibrations radiating out to the spring in your core on which were near breaking point.

“Ahh almost…there” hands firmly griping his shoulders, his face leaking frustrated concentration.

“Please cum baby” the plea came in a sweet desperate moan. His words moaned like a sexy mantra sent you over the edge; crying out even louder when he pushed up into you once in a hard thrust.

“You know you’re the first person I’ve ever even partially submitted to” Jimin was sprawled out your bed catching his breath with you equally sprawled next to him

“Yeah? How come”

“I like to be in control, but with you I don’t know, it just feels different, like I want to do anything with you as long as it gets me against you”

“Well I’ll take that as compliment” you preened.

“How in control do you like to be?”

“Oh you’re going to find out” he warned

“Now who’s got fighting talk?”

Seemingly fully recovered like nothing has happened, he clambered onto of you. Your hands pinned above your head.

“Now you said I could do what I wanted with you” any hint of the soft adorable voice had gone, fire ravaging behind his eyes.

“I did” eyes scanning his body smirk growing across your face.

“Well you’re not leaving this room until I’m done with you, if anything gets too much tell me, if you like something in a different way tell me. Okay?” his head nuzzled in your neck taking in your scent, noticing the shift in your heart rate. You nodded also swearing you could even hear his racing pulse.

“You’re so beautiful, it just blows my mind” he breathes angling straight for your neck.

You napped until noon, but was it even a nap if you’d been completely fucked half into a coma?

Your body was wrecked. You felt bruised in the best way possible, red flowers had bloomed all over your body. Each one a sweet token of how good his mouth felt on you. But right now you wasn’t bothered about how exhausted your body felt, pain suddenly ravaged your senses to beyond caring.

“I’m fine” you wailed, tears trickling down your cheeks. The pain had now moved from your stomach to what felt like everywhere.

“Jesus Y/N you are not fine!” He argued, hand gently stroking your back as you were curled into as much of a fetal position as you could.

“Just give it a minute” you pleaded.

“It will go away”

You hated he hated to see you like that so feeble and helpless. The pain passed as you’d accurately predicted.

“Can I take you somewhere?” He asked, you wasn’t going to say no to the gooey chocolate of his eyes, hair draping lush over his forehead.

Opting for some loose ripped boyfriend jeans and a grey hoody pulled up shrouding as much of you as you humanly possible. The pair of you walked off campus; hand in hand. His hand took ownership of yours the second you’d locked your door, and how beat you were you were not going to refuse any sort of comfort.

You’d stopped caring about the potential of Jungkook seeing you as it had already happened. You’d had the messages begging first. They quickly turned into downright anger at you moving on so quickly. He even had the audacity to accuse you of already seeing Jimin behind his back. You made sure you told him where to stick any contact with you in the future.

You walked down a familiar street. Emerald green leaves adorning the trees in a row either side of the newly re-laid road.

Where are we going?

Just as you were about to pass Yoongi’s place, Jimin directed you down his path.

Now I’m lost

“Uhh Jimin wha…” His door was already knocked. Yoongi of course answered. Nothing but bafflement burnt onto your face as his face came into view. Yoongi’s face grew equally confused.

“Yoongi you gotta tell her for god’s sake, she needs to know” Jimin was stern, taking no no’s for an answer as he ushered you inside passed Yoongi who had no words as Jimin near enough barged passed.

“Tell me what? What’s going on?” Your voice raised amongst the confusion

These guys know each other?

you stood arms crossed, eyebrows together leaning on the breakfast bar. The boys looked at each far too sheepishly, wordlessly communicating.

“You might wanna sit down”

“Yoongi seriously just tell me what’s going on” Jimin looked at you before looking down, a deep sorrow had started to diffuse of his aura, it turned your stomach.

What on earth

Legs carrying you and your exponential rage out of the house. Your eyes felt puffy even though the tears had yet to leave your eyes. Apparently rage causing them to evaporate.

“Leave me alone” Now the tears started as you shunned Jimin who was trying to hurry behind you.

A werewolf, a fucking werewolf!

Your thoughts had fused, overloaded with unbelievable information. Yoongi and Jimin confessed to apparently being werewolves, apparently Yoongi was the alpha of the so called little pack of people who are apparently also students.

“Are you all on crack?” you had exerted. Your refusal to believe what they were saying left them no other choice than to shift in front of you. You froze, two majestic huge wolves in front of you, Yoongi larger than Jimin. They were both black furred for the most part; Jimin’s wolf had a white diamond under his neck, breaking up the darkness. Before your brain could process the ridiculous sight you’d witnessed they’d changed back…naked! Thankfully they were behind the island. They told you the dog that scratched you was a werewolf and all the pain and issues were due to you turning and your body preparing for the first full moon.

“Y/N slow down!” Jimin pleaded. You ignored him.

And on top of all that, Yoongi admitted that as soon as he realised he sent Jimin in your path to keep an eye on you and make sure you was okay. The betrayal from both these boys was painful you couldn’t decide if you wanted to slap them both or not.

“No, what makes you even think you can come with me? Everything was a lie” you spat.

“No it wasn’t” He defended

“You heard Yoongi when he’d smelt we’d slept together, he scolded the shit out of shit me! Surely that proves that wasn’t what I was told” You’d stopped stomping away, his eyes were glistening under the moisture collecting in them

He was right, but none the less you were still furious at him and at Yoongi. You had about two weeks to get your head round this shit before you had to shift. On full moons werewolves have to turn, no choice whatsoever. After your first transition you can then elect to turn into a wolf at will at any other time of the month…apparently.

“Well why did you do it then, if Yoongi had told you specifically not to then?” He tried to bridge the gap between you, offering you hand. All he got in response with a glare.

“I just couldn’t help it, you’re just incredible!.

We couldn’t help it! You corrected in your head

“I think we’re essences” You met his comment with a blank look, arms folded waiting for an explanation.

“It’s like an animaly thing” he explained

“It’s pheromones, but werewolf specific ones. It’s not super common really, when two werewolves have pheromones that … bounce off each other I guess, It amplifies attraction exponentially. Hence why we literally can’t help it, our primal senses are essentially pulling us together” Your shoulders dropped, arms unfolded and went to your hips. His face contorted in apology.

“So what you’re saying is this” you waved to the pair of you back and forth

“Is made up and chemical?” shrouding your disappointed from your tone. He eyes widening, filling with panic

“What? No no, I mean well kinda. For the whole matching pheromone thing to actually work and kind of activate there has to be an attraction already. So it just kind of amplifies It I guess? Yoongi tried to explain it to me once and I was way to out of it to take it all in”

You couldn’t bare the pained expression which was slowly spreading on his face, this guy was a good one despite how much right now you wish he wasn’t

You’d calmed enough to accept Jimin as you allowed yourself into the pull of the embrace. Now the tears fell, down your cheeks and onto his shoulder. You nudged your head into his neck and let the rage filter out until there were just sobs of fear and overwhelm. One hand stroking the back of your neck, the holding firm at your lower back. His scent tranquil, steadying your panicking system, slowing down your manic mind.

“Am I going to be okay?” you sobbed, bleary eyed looking for his for comfort again and again.

His smile was relieved if it was anything and leaned back away from you slightly, sweeping the strands of hair from your face.

“Of course, you’re with us now. We won’t let anything bad happen to you. We look out for our own”

“What if I hurt somebody? Will I remember? I don’t want to hurt anyone”

“You won’t, not with us. On full moons we remember very little it’s more like a red mist clouds your mind” You panicked

Not helping!

“But…Yoongi is a good alpha and makes sure that we are all secure and can’t get out and hurt anyone. When we turn, when we chose to we remember and have full control of ourselves it’s just the one night”

“Why didn’t he tell me?”

“To be honest he should have but I think he was just in denial and upset about it seeing as you were friends” You both started walking together in the direction of your halls, even in the state you was and as angry as you were you still wanted him with you.

“Wait is JK a…?” the words flooded out

“No no, he has no idea either and that’s how Yoongi wants it”

“So who turned me then? It must have been one of you guys right?” he stopped, hesitant, collecting his words before continuing his delicate steps.

“No… It was another wolf from another pack” The pair of you finally reached the park, the other side was the campus and your bed! You took his hand earning a small relieved smile.

“Why say it like that?”

“They’re kind of dicks, and they certainly don’t have any care in the world about chaining themselves up or hurting people”

“Oh… I won’t turn out like that though will I?” this time you were the one that stopped walking.

“No” he chuckled.

“I’m sure they were assholes before they were turned, it’s just that it’s a bit risky our pack taking you in as our own”

“Oh?”

“It’s just a weird pack thing, essentially we’ve nicked one of their babies and that generally is frowned upon even in the wolf world”

“But they just attacked and left me?” You could feel a lump form in your throat, now feeling like a huge burden.

“I know, I know this is where the whole they are a group of dicks comes into it. Please don’t worry about it, that’s for Yoongi to deal with not you. They probably don’t even know what happened that night. Come on let’s get you home” His hand escaped yours and pulled you close to him, arm draped over your shoulder.

“Can you stay?” you asked with a weak saccharine smile.

“If you promise to not cry again tonight” he offered.

“I think I can manage that”

Day 28 – Day of the full moon.

Your concentration was non-existent in your first lecture, your insides felt like they were crawling; a constant itch that couldn’t be scratched. You were irritable as fuck. You didn’t make it to your second lecture. You were opting for your room with closed curtains, imagining the quiet solitude on your way from campus. The quiet of your thoughts were quickly consumed by the smell which certainly never meant any quiet.

“Are you stalking me now Mr Park?” You turned knowing from the strength of the scent exactly where he was. Sweat covered, dark hair clinging to his forehead. The glistening muscles hidden poorly by the loose low vest top, you could even make out his v lines sat above his shorts through his damp shirt. His hands trailed through his hair pushing it back off of his forehead.

“No” he denied out of breath

“I knew what time your lecture finished and so timed my run around it” he explained.

“So you timed your run so you could see me come out of my lecture? Sounds like stalking to me”

He responded with a strong punch to your arm.

“Would you rather have someone else stalk you?” he queried hooking one arm over your shoulder, one of your hands held onto that hand and as you both walked together in perfect sync.

“And I came because I want to know how you are? Full moon day is never a good day, especially when it’s your first”

“I’m going insane, feels like I’ve got all this energy, my skins crawling. The smallest thing agitates the fuck out of me” He squeezed your hand noticeably harder.

“Why do you think the rest of us do nothing, I can’t believe you didn’t listen to me and went to class in the first place. Want my advice?” You stared back at him knowing full well he was going to give it to you anyway.

“Running, It takes the edge off trust me” resolute in his words.

“I hate running, I’m not fit enough” you complained.

“Well have you tried since you were bitten? You’ll have incredible stamina now and you’ll probably enjoy it”

“I think I’ll pass today, I’m feeling way too irritated for that. What time do we have to meet the others?”

“Half six so we’ve got a few hours, don’t panic. In fact I think there’s a few things we could do that might help relax you” You didn’t need to ask what they were. He’d pushed you up against a tree, lips dancing heated with yours, his hands already tugging your blouse out of waistband in pursuit of skin. With him nuzzled at you neck kissing and nipping at your favourite points earning him gasps from your lips. Your eyes nervously scanning the park around you. The path you’d just been pushed off was under two rows of high trees in bright green bloom. No one was around. Every touch of his lips or his skin on yours was more electric than normal, every sensation amplified; the pool of warmth between your legs desperately having your core already gagging for attention.

“Jimin…please…take me home” you whined, you needed him so fucking bad. He groaned at your neck coming up to meet your gaze, the animalistic yellow flakes burning hot around the coffee brown circles.

“Your body is telling me you want me now” a surprised squeal and moan flew past your lips as his hand had flew up underneath your denim skirt and circled at your already engorged bud as well as gliding his hands through your arousal. You grabbed his wrist to stop him, pulse surging with a chimera of fear and pleasure.

“No one’s here” he reassured

“And I’ll hear if anyone’s coming. Remember, super hearing!” he doubly reassured. You too had the enhanced hearing and apparently you were not used to using it to your advantage. Your grip on his wrist faltered opting instead to hurriedly to grip at his shirt, refusing him to be anywhere but against you. The rays of the afternoon sun were bleeding in through the gaps in through the trees, illuminating just how exposed you really were. It was exciting.

“I had no idea you were so filthy” the words were breathed so close to your lips, his finger teasing at your entrance thumb gently swiping at your clit.

“Shut up!” you snapped

“Just fuck me already” you ordered, your hands aiming for his member underneath his shorts. He stopped you. Instead dropping to the floor ghosting his hands up either side of your leg, your eyes hungry, fixed on the devil smirk that wasn’t in his lip bite. Your hands interlinked behind your neck growing more warm.

Hitching up your skirt only to pull your red lace thong down getting ruffled in the bark at your feet.

“You’re seriously not going to go down on me in a park”

“Am I not?” Eyes glistening with satisfaction, the smell of your arousal clouding every bit of judgement he had. His eyes were quickly filling with unbridled lust. You didn’t even get a chance to reply, leg hitched over his shoulder. Your head rolled back into the tree

“Ow! Uhh!” Jimins mouth attached to you licking your folds stopped and gazed up at you as you rubbed your head where it stung.

“You okay?” his chin already glistening.

“Yeah, please…carry on” he chuckled and planted his face back in between your thighs. One hand secured to your hips the other etching dangerously closer your entrance. One of your hands was failing to grip across the rough bark, the other tangled in his hair.

“You better cum for me again baby” Jimin urged gently placing your leg back to the ground. He grabbed your chin forcing you into a kiss, not caring you could taste your own cum on his lips.

“What here?” the panic seeping back into the bottom of your stomach scraping more at the fear of being so open and exposed.. He paused eyes looking left utilising his enhanced hearing, checking for any approaching people..

“What? You’ve already just done it once. We better be quick” shoving you around and your chest into the tree. He yanked your hips back; kicked your legs apart already taking himself out of his shorts.

“Don’t think that will be a… uughh” Jimin easily pressed into you

“Problem”

“Good…fuck I’ll never get bored of how good you feel” he praised commencing the bucking of his hips. His hands slid and trickled up your arms to cup around your balled up fists; hips thrusting stronger reaching that velvet patch inside you. You un-clenched your fist allowing your fingers to cross with his.

“You better cum quick beautiful someone’s coming” he stuttered in your ear. Oddly, the heightened risk of your exposure had you clenching around him

“Pleeaasee… keep doing that” he pleaded with desperation against your neck. The conscious intermittent tensing of your core had the muscles holding more pleasure each time.

Desperate relieved climaxes ravaged the pair of you; he left no time for you to enjoy the come down leaving you. Apparently there was no time to recover your underwear from the floor as he sorted himself out. You swept your hair hurriedly over your right shoulder; Jimin lost control and managed to clamp his mouth down hard at where your shoulder and neck met. It being ‘that’ time of the month his teeth were sharper; you’d been left with a nearly full mouth bite on your skin, tiny dots of blood had started emerging through bits of the red mark

“It’s not enough is it” he asked in breathy recovery.

“No” annoyed at the satisfaction that you was yet to feel. Hungry smirk on his face, his normal coffee coloured eyes melted into a boiling swirl of chocolate.

“Welcome to full moon day” he grabbed your hand and started walking with you; leaves and twigs crinkling under you. A person entered the woodland tree cove glancing your way mildly puzzled why you weren’t walking on the path.

“I’ll be fucking you again before my cum’s even finished leaking out of you” As sexy as his words were it was going to be an uncomfortable rushed walk to your dorm.

Apparently he didn’t want to wait the distance to your dorm so he directed you to his. His living space passed you in a flash before you shoved him onto his bed; he stripped himself as you went to his bottom draw.

“Will this be enough?” enquiring holding the short handled flogger and pinwheel in your hand.

“Better see if it is” he challenged. You rushed off your clothes in an impatient flurry

“Please ….” His impatiently fuelled whine escaped as you straddled him. Your needs mirrored his but you was slightly in more control this time round.

“I’m not ready yet “you lied, and he knew it.

His chest blooming red in strips where the leather had struck.

“Harder” you granted his request putting more weight into the pin wheel on his chest, pricks of blood bubbling up from the tiny holes.

You couldn’t explain it, everything you felt was intensified today, yet you feel you needed to max out your tolerance which was apparently infinite today. You assumed it was the same for him. The throbbing in between your legs became unbearable, a screaming siren refusing to be silenced.

“How about now, I’m begging you”

“Is that really begging though? I can’t even tell how much I need to hear you whine for me. I need to feel you so bad. Maybe I should just get myself off to watch you squirm” you rocked your hips so his member could feel just how bad.

“Noooo, I can’t, come on that’s not fair, you’re feeling what I’m feeling right now. Please let me fuck you, I want you shouting my name, I want your muscles to ache, I need you quivering around me while I fill you up”

“Mmmm much better” kissing him harshly while you let him flip you on your back.

“I’ve never wanted to beg for anyone before, you’re just on another level”

“I’ve never let anyone have control before, you’re just too intoxicat…” The pleasure of him pushing into your shocked your system, you’d never felt anything like it, you were almost worried how much your climax was going to ruin you. If it was going to be like this every full moon the fact your life had been turned on its head it was worth it and you’d even look forward to it.

“Jesus, I’m going to be waiting for the full moon so much, this is incredible” his head dropped. The dark hair hanging shading his face as he needed a moment.

I swear he’s reading my mind

“I’ve got to go slow otherwise I might explode” he breathed in between a sloppy kiss at your mouth

“Agreed” his hips rocked in even bucks leaving him fully inside you for a perfect second before painfully slowly leaving you; tip hovering at your entrance. The slow build up was blissfully exhausting. Muscles already struggling to hold the tension. His chest flush to you; a thin layer moisture starting to permeate from the contact; him being overwhelmed rendering his arms incapable of supporting. All of his energy focused onto not losing control. His palm spreading across the bottom of your cheek and neck. The only support he could manage was on his forearm pushing into the mattress. Head nuzzled in your neck; he couldn’t get enough of your scent. Every time you fucked, his head already gets drawn there; like a bee to the most delicious pollen.

Fingertips digging into his lower waist; a wasted attempt at diffusing the painful tension building in your core.

Out of nowhere his hips stuttered, teeth latching onto your already sore neck. You didn’t think you were ready but the deepness of his moan; so deep and melodic sent you spiralling over the edge. Your climax ravaged your system for what felt like ages; to the point you couldn’t take it. Like you had a choice at this point; your spasming muscles swept your body into a tsunami of feeling; washing all strength from you.

What weight wasn’t on you was now dropped onto you. Heavy pants permeated into the room.

With him still inside you and the pressure against your clit was feeding your aftershocks; you knew he’d picked up on this when he’d starting moving in gentle circles. The sensitivity was too much!

“Alright! No more please” you pleaded, he obliged rolling over next to you exhaling a chuckle

“Well that was… intense” you finally managed.

“I can’t even right now, I’ve never experienced something so damn euphoric” You knew it was mostly down to you being essences or whatever but you still took it as compliment for the sake of your ego.

“Shit!” you exclaimed when you clocked the time on your phone. Shooting out of bed rummaging everywhere retrieving your clothes. Jimin equally panic stricken, the last thing he wanted for your first change was to not be in a secure environment. You wouldn’t cope with not knowing if you’d hurt anything or anybody.

Your legs ached and burned by the time you’d power walked to Yoongi’s second house, yes second!

The basement was a hive of activity. You’d been shocked to learn Hoseok and Laura were also of the wolfy nature. It did kind of baffle you how a dance and Virology major became such good friends. All of the guys had welcomed you and bonded to you as one of their own. Yoongi’s shoulders relaxed when his eyes finally reached you.

“You guys reek of sex” You was unsure if this was a casual scold or an amused statement, his stoic face gave nothing away. The others chuckled

At least they have a filter to not say anything, avoiding you the awkwardness of the blood rushing to your cheeks. The clank of the metal gates rattled through your sensitive ears as they were shut. Each caged now occupied by a person slowly undressing.

“It saves the clothes” Jimin explained without prompting; he was shoving the bag with your clean stuff into a metal grey cabinet at the far end of the cage. Any oxytocin racing your system was purged and replaced regretfully with adrenaline. Your heart rate raced with fear slowly filling your eyes.

“You’ll be fine Y/N” Hoseok called.

“It will be morning before you know it” Yoongi added placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. You leapt into his arms and squeezed him tight; when you felt a squeeze back he pulled back.

“Go on” he prompted.

“You’ll be with Jimin, you’’ll be fine, he’s probably the sweetest natured out of all of us” You offered a weak smile, any confidence drained. Jimin took your hand and lead you into your confinement. He shut the door reaching through the bars and turned the key and left it in the lock.

“Shouldn’t we take it out?”

“Wolves don’t tend to have thumbs, we’ll be secure I promise” He tried to keep his response as sincere as possible but a definite smirk leaked through; corrupting his lips.

“Hey I’m new to this!” you complained. He motioned his fingers beckoning you to him, you really wanted to pout and refuse but your body beat you to it carrying you to him. His hand sloped at your cheeks

“I know, I’m sorry. Do you want me to chain you up?”

“I got it” you confirmed slipping out of your jeans and jumper. Your eyes were scatty, no one but Jimin could see you exposed but being in such an open space still made you slightly uncomfortable. The nippy draught instantly dragged goose-bumps onto your skin; covering you.

“Wish you were chained up under better circumstances” He clinked the heavy shackles shut round his ankles, he sat knees up leaning against the wall in nothing but his boxers staring up at the ceiling.

“Wish you realised when to be more appropriate” You teased back, not fully against the idea he suggested.

“You’d hate that”

“I suppose that’s true” you confessed sliding down to the floor in your underwear

“You’ll lose them” he pointed directly at you, you followed his finger direction as best you could; assuming he meant your underwear.

“I’d rather lose one set a month than sit in cage completely naked”

He held his hand up in defeat agreeing with you.

“What happens now?”

“We just wait, you’ll probably turn first seeing as you…”

Every nerve you had burst into flames, ricocheting through all your muscles as the shift took hold of you.

#bts smut #ksmutclub #kscproject #kwritersworldnet #smutcentralnet #sub-bts-network #bangtanarmynet #networkbangtan #btsguild #jimin smut #park jimin #BTS jimin #28 days #jimin x reader

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fieldfullofbangtan · 5 years ago

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bts hc: dating bts

a/n: im ashamed for not having made this yet like df. some of these turned out so long im sorry...

Seokjin

your happiness is all that matters to him

if you’re smiling he’s smiling

which is why his dadjokes go from 0-100 when he’s around you

windshield-wiper laugh is all you hear

you’ll get annoyed and try to hit him

but he doesn’t mind

cuz you don’t hit hard, you hit out of ~love~

always gets his way

probably because he’s a pro at pouting

parades you around

so proud to be your boyfriend

would give you the title “most beautiful person in the universe”

cuz worldwide doesn’t do you justice

the boys would cringe sooo hard at the two of you

honestly what single person wouldn’t you guys are the cutest couple of all time

“haters gon’ hate”

Namjoon

so caring

even though he’s the one who constantly hurts himself he’s always so worried about you

you guys aren’t even close the the point of having kids but he already acts like such a dad

“hey Taehyung can you empty the dishwasher”

“I know you like those pants Jimin but they’re too revealing, think about our audience!”

meanwhile you’re daydreaming about him being the future father of you children

protects you with his life

and you know he does because occasionally he’ll “save” you from tripping or something and he’ll hurt himself instead

sometimes you wonder if he behaves like that just so you can nurse him back to health

the embodiment of daddy

a dad in the streets

a daddy in the sheets

b/c of his leader role in bts you automatically became the illegitimate mom of the rest of the members

“(Y/N) eomma”

“omg Jin... one; she’s younger than you, and two; I don’t know how I feel about you calling my gf ‘mom’”

“It’s just a funny nickname calm down Namjoon... appa”

fkn weird

Yoongi

loves you

but also hates you because you’ve exposed him

such a softie around you

the others aren’t terrified of him anymore

now they just tease him :(

as soon as he sees you he just lights up

kinda want to quote the entire song “i don’t care” by ed sheeran

yup he’s so soft he’s living out a justin bieber and ed sheeran song

Whipped

with a capital W

even has a photo album on his phone titled the poop emoji with pictures of you

calls you his soulmate

“Yoongi hyung has been in his studio for 7 hours now...”

“Don’t worry I’ve got this. *opens and closes front door* WOW HEY (Y/N) WE’VE MISSED Y-”

*boy bursts out of his studio*

“BABY?- ...i hate you guys”

the other members use you against him

if they want him to do anything they’ll just make you ask him first

“yoongi pleaaase follow us to karaoke”

“fuck no”

“(y/n) says she’s coming”

“i’ll be there”

Hoseok

everybody has their own view on perfection

for him it was you

he never shut up about you

would plan amazing romantic dates

just so that he could see your surprised and happy face

you would never not support him

in your eyes he was the most talented person on earth

he would just stare at you in awe from time to time

not really believing that you guys were dating

“hoseok... hoseok?”

“huh? what?”

“is there something on my face? you were staring-”

*kisses you out of no where*

bitter jk: “yea (y/n) you have a hoseok on your face”

pda aint an issue for him

the annoyed groans that echoed around you two when you were a little too lovey-dovey just fueled you

nj: “can you guys please get a room”

“ok”

*goes into namjoons room*

“HEY NO WTF”

Jimin

would kling onto you like a koala

almost as if you would disappear if he let go

co-dependant

sleeping next to him is a challenge

because he wants to be so close to you he’s practically merging into you

you don’t mind

you like it

the other members don’t though

“jimin ill give you 100 bucks if you can keep a 1 meter distance from (y/n) for 5 minutes”

“bet”

*fails miserably*

did i mention co-dependent

would ask you to follow him to the kitchen from the living room

because he’d miss you to death otherwise

everyone thought his clingy-ness was just a phase

it’s wasn’t

loves it when you give him praise

you try to help him get over his self-doubt

sometimes he listens

sometimes he doesn’t

it’s a work in progress

Taehyung

there’s never a dull moment when you are together

the other members love you almost as much as Tae does

because you make the group dynamic even better

probably because you balance out Tae’s occasional weirdness

“(Y/N) YOUR BOYFRIEND IS LAUGHING UNCONTROLLABLY AGAIN”

“im on it”

*ends up laughing uncontrollably together*

“well fuck”

so pure and kindhearted

he loves to make you laugh

though sometimes when he’s feeling down you’re the one who needs to make him laugh

it’s an easy task tho

some cringy aegyo and you’re good to go

for him family is important

so the fact that his entire family adores you makes him want to marry you right here right now

“mrs. kim! taehyung’s right here- oh... yes i’ve been eating well. no don’t worry i just lost a little weight due to stress. he’s been taking good care of me i promise mrs. kim. sure lunch this weekend sounds great! see you then!”

“was that my mom?”

“yea”

“did she ask to talk to me?”

“umm... no”

“wow”

don’t know if offended or happy

Jungkook

yall are hella sneaky

pranks galore

you’re a power’couple

unstoppable in every way

especially when playing video games

playing mario-kart?

first and second place

yall even tied for first place a few times

jin: “IM NOT PLAYING THIS ANYMORE THEY ARE CHEATING”

“no hyung, you just suck”

“YOU TAKE THAT BACK”

you were cheating tho by teaming up

cuz if you played against each other it would turn into a fight

you’re both stubborn as hell

and can joke-argue with each other just for fun

you make sure it never goes too far tho

as soon as one of you actually start to get mad/annoyed for real you just move it to the bedroom

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you’re each others safe space and support system

he’d come to you whenever he wasn’t feeling good and you’d offer all the time and love that you had

those times often ending in deep conversations about the meaning of life and him falling asleep on the couch with his head in your lap

you make him so happy

and he makes you so happy

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holyfuckthisfishcandrive · 4 years ago

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The man on the field

Summary: A short of Janus coming home to his brother after a long day.

Word count: 824

Warnings: Broken home, absent parents, past character death, fighting

The man stood on in the backyard. Like he always did. Janus didn't know what he looked like or where in the backyard he stood. He couldn't even remember when he had been taught not to look outside after sundown. 'Cause if he did that he might accidentally look at the man on the field. According to his parents, something bad would happen if anyone looked at the man. It wasn't a big deal anymore. It had become as normal as the moving portraits, the kitchen cabinet that changed its contents depending on what you felt when you opened it, the upstairs bathroom that sometimes disappeared or the apple tree that followed its own seasons sometimes blooming in winter. It was just another part of his life. Janus hadn't meant to come home this late. It had just happened when Mr Jackson had kept him after class and asked where his parents where. He had answered the same way he always did.

"They're on a business trip."

"They'll be home soon."

"No, I can't give you a number to call them."

"Yes, my brother and I are provided for."

He wished the teachers would just leave him alone. What were they expecting? For him to suddenly change his answers? Hell no.

He had no idea if his brother got this kind of questions as well if he did he never bothered to mention it.

The house was helpful in the 'provided for' matter not just because of the cabinet but also because they had warm water and electricity without ever paying any bills since their parents had left. Janus hadn't even known about bills until he was in middle school. They also had the safe in the attic with enough money for probably another twenty years.

Janus unlocked the door and let himself inside. He was met with the warm smell of meat and tomatoes.

"I'm home!" he called as he kicked off his boots and hung up his coat.

No response but this late he couldn't really expect anything else. Virgil was probably either asleep or listening to music so Janus made his way towards the kitchen. The dishwasher was running and an empty pot with some rests of tomato sauce left inside. No actual food though so he went over to the living room instead.

A bowl of spaghetti with meatballs stood on the table, still steaming a little as well as two plates, two glasses and two sets of cutlery. Unused. Virgil had waited for him. Dammit.

Janus looked around and found his brother curled up on one of the armchairs with his earphones on and eyes glued to his phone. Virgil looked up at him slowly.

"I'm sorry," Janus said past the clump of guilt forming in his throat. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Virgil blinked, got up and walked past Janus to the table. His expression didn't betray anything. He just looked tired.

Janus sat down across from Virgil. They ate in silence and Janus wasn't sure if there was anything he should bring up or if it was better to leave the quiet be.

"I saw Anton in the mirror again," Virgil said after a while.

Janus forced himself not to sigh. "No, you didn't. Because Anton is dead," he said. He didn't want to talk about this again. It had been a bad day already. "You need to accept that. Anton and Andy are both gone."

"I did see him," Virgil insisted. "That's why I couldn't do my lipstick properly. He kept getting in the way."

This time Janus did sigh. Virgil was indeed not wearing his usual black lipstick.

"He's dead! A dead person can't stop you from putting on make-up!"

Virgil went quiet but Janus could tell he wanted to say more.

"Look, I get that it's hard," Janus said after taking a deep breath, "but you need to let go. You need to accept that they're gone. They're not ghosts, they're not haunting us, they're just gone."

Virgil took his plate and left the room without another word. Janus heard him storm up the stairs and then slam a door.

It had been their first talk in a week thanks to school and other stuff that had just somehow come up and had gotten in the way of them seeing each other. If Janus was honest he wasn't even sure what Virgil spend his time with and Virgil probably didn't really know what he did either.

He sighed and got up to clear the table and tidy up the kitchen. Once he was done he opened the small cabinet. A bowl of fudge stood there, waiting for him. Not really what he had expected but he took it, whispering a "Thank you" to the house before going up to his room.

He sat the bowl down at his desk, got out a piece of paper and started writing.

'Dear Mum and Dad,...'

#sanders sides #janus sanders #virgil sanders #platonic anxceit #broken family #supernatural elements #my writing

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spiritscraft · 5 years ago

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I don't think I can call myself a witch, but I've been trying to learn more about witchcraft. It’s proven hard. My conservative mom already gives me flak when I, to quote her, “invite evil spirits” by drawing Halloween art. I don't feel safe to pursue any craft now, but I want study in secret. Tumblr has been my only gateway to learn but some info here can be contradicting. A lot on herbs, too little on why. Sigils are fascinating tho. Any advice on how and where to start given my limitations?

This is tough, I say all this coming from a pretty rough child-teen-young adulthood myself. Practicing witchcraft or really pursuing any extra interest your parents forbid will not provide you the independence you really need. What will provide you your deeper need for selfhood, is to first get on your own. If you are a minor, focus on trying to get early work experience. If you can take vocational leaning courses in your high school, do--be it cosmetology or CAD or bookkeeping or mechanics, anything that can get you working when you are 18. If you are permitted to get an afterschool or summer job do that whether its in fastfood, grocery, dishwashing/bussing, retail, or anything that can provide a real paycheck and paper trail, do it. At 18 get working as soon as possible. The risk with going to university is continued dependence on your parents. You can start uni if you want you once you are truly not considered dependent at all around 24 in the US, younger if you end up getting married. (I married too young to get free from my parents). With a job history and paycheck you can move out into an apartment with friends, start saving for a car and if you still are passionate about witchcraft, you are free and safe to practice it. I made the mistake earlier on in my tumblr days of supporting young adults in pursuing witchcraft against their conservative parent's wishes and their parent's subjected them to abuse, exorcisms and they hadn't invested in becoming independent before their parents trapped them and in many cases are still under their parents' thumbs even though they are grown adults in their mid twenties.

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by lets-make-surveys

1 - Are you one of those people who can watch TV shows and movies over and over again without getting bored? Yeah this is pretty much my approach to all of my favorites. if a show or movie is able to join that club, then I automatically have no problem watching it over and over. Case in point, Friends for TV shows and The Proposal for movies.

2 - If you drink coffee, do you like it plain or would you rather have something like a latte or something flavoured? I never take coffee black. I mean I’ve had a few sips of it from friends’ cups before, but it just made me miserable loooool.

3 - How did you used to dress ten years ago? Do you dress in a similar way now? Ten years ago I was 12 and had no fashion sense whatsoever. I just put on whatever hand-me-down I got or whatever my mom would get me when she’d go window shopping. Didn’t really start putting in effort in my outfits until the end of high school.

4 - When you’re grocery shopping, do you buy known brands or are you happy to go with the generic store version? Known brands, because most of the time they end up having a better quality as well.

5 - Do you have a close relationship with any of your cousins? I’m super close with only one cousin, the eldest one on my mom’s side. He’s pretty much like an older brother to me and my siblings. Everyone else on my mom’s side is too young for me to get truly close with; my cousins on my dad’s side are too shy and also live too far away for me to be able to keep up a close relationship with them.

6 - Who was the last person to sleep over at your house? Does this person stay over often or was it more of a one-off? Gabie, I think. She stayed over a lot before, but obviously not anymore.

7 - Does bad weather put you off going out if you’ve got plans to do so? Have you ever cancelled plans due to the weather? Only if a typhoon is really strong; like now, and how they actually had to cancel work today because of the power outages everywhere and because residents in other cities are already being brought to evacuation centers where they can be safe. I had no idea work suspensions were a thing lmao so I was glad to read the message today; I didn’t know how I was going to work with only data and limited battery for both my phone and laptop (power’s been out in our house since 1 AM). :(

8 - When you’re on vacation, do you prefer doing the typical tourist things, or would you rather explore somewhere off the beaten track? I will enjoy a tourist thing or two, but otherwise I’d focus on the less-explored or less-visited attractions. It’s usually the museums or historical landmarks, which is a shame.

9 - Did your family travel a lot when you were younger? From the time I turned 11, which I think was the time my dad got a good promotion and money got a lot better at home. We’d go for vacations locally and abroad every time he was home, which was every 5-6 months.

10 - When was the last time you went shopping for clothes? Did you get anything decent or find any bargains? Around March, I think. Yeah, I found two tops that were both bargains.

11 - Is it true that accessories can make or break an outfit? For sure. With me, it’s bags.

12 - What is your worst memory from high school? What about the best? The absolute worst that I can remember was when we had to role-play as our chosen character in the novel we were taking up in Filipino class; and for some wild reason I chose the most extravagant, bitchiest, flamboyant character...for whom I do not have even the slightest acting chops. When I got to the front of the classroom that’s when I realized my mistake, blanked out, realized I wasn’t going to be able to act as her, and fumbled for the next five minutes.

My favorite bits from high school were the lunch periods I spent with my friend group. Even if we don’t talk anymore, I’m just grateful I was able to find a home in a group in high school.

13 - Is there any trait in a potential partner that would be a total dealbreaker for you? Right now my biggest dealbreaker is if they aren’t Gabie...lol. Other than that, I imagine being hugely turned off by poor hygiene.

14 - Do you insist people use coasters if they’re putting drinks down in your house? No. I wish we did have coasters as I find them aesthetically pleasing haha, but my mom doesn’t find them necessary

15 - Have you ever been arrested? Were you guilty of whatever it is you were arrested for? Never been.

16 - Name five items on the shelf nearest to you: I don’t have shelves in my room.

17 - After meals, do you wash dishes up right away, or do you leave them in the sink and do a whole days worth at once? I leave them in the sink and soak it with water and dishwashing soap for an hour or so, so that by the time I get back to it it’s easier and quicker to wash. So I do leave them, but I don’t wait until I have 4353894753246 dishes to wash by the end of the day.

18 - What websites do you find yourself spending the most time on? These days I’m primarily on Google Suite, honestly. Work eats up my week.

19 - Do you still download music and TV shows? No. Nearly all media I consume these days is thanks to an online subscription. The only exception is YouTube, I think.

20 - Does your phone have a good battery life? How long does it last before you need to charge it again? I don’t know how it fares compared to other brands, but I’m generally okay with my phone’s battery life. It lasts around 2-3 hours if used continuously, but if I’m out all day and on the go, it can last a whole day with me.

21 - When was the last time you hit snooze? Yesterday.

22 - Did you ever play The Sims? Which expansion pack was your favourite, if you had any? I did play The Sims a lot before – mostly Sims 2 on the PS2, Sims 2 Pets on the PSP, and Sims 4 on the PS4. I never explored the expansion packs too much, though.

23 - Are there any popular film series or TV shows that you just don’t get the appeal of? Game of Thrones and any Marvel movie.

24 - As a child, did you receive pocket money or an allowance? How much did you get? Was it dependent on you doing chores of some kind? Eh, not really. I didn’t receive an allowance of any kind until I was in high school when I started to be given P100 (roughly $2) a day, which was enough for snacks and lunch. No, I didn’t do chores to get the money.

25 - Do you think your parents did a good job of raising you? Would you do anything differently with your own kids? They taught me manners, showing respect, and different values like recognizing my privilege, giving to the poor, understanding my enemies in school, etc. But my childhood seriously lacked emotional maturity, physical affection, and, generally...just being treated like a kid; and I definitely feel the effects from these until today. I was already yelled at from age 5, and that has made me afraid of anyone who ever so slightly raises their voice. I’d do a lot of things differently with my own kid/s.

26 - If something is bothering you, do you have to fix it right away? Not always. Sometimes I run away from it first.

27 - Are there any household jobs you enjoy doing? If so, what’s the reason that you enjoy those things? This isn’t much of a chore as washing dishes or cleaning the bathroom, but I love making my bed. It gives me a sense of productivity and accomplishment, and it’s honestly a form of self-care. I always have the option of letting my bed stay messy and then feeling like shit about it the whole day, so when I do make my bed and fold up my blanket and everything, it gets a little easier to pat myself on the shoulder.

28 - Do you still live in the area you grew up in? Would you like to live somewhere else one day? Where would you go? Yeah, we literally just moved to the village right next to the one I grew up in. I’ve lived here nearly all my life, so I can’t wait to move someplace else. In the city, preferably; with skyscrapers and the constant sound of traffic, construction, and people walking. I feel I’d be happier there.

29 - Do you smoke, drink or do drugs? How old were you the first time you tried those things? Do you want to quit? I drink, vape, and smoke, but I’m not reliant on any of these. I had my first drink at 18, and I smoked and vaped for the first time when I was 21. No, I don’t have plans to quit.

30 - What’s one thing that really grosses you out? Is it something you have to deal with anyway? How do you cope? Cockroaches. Sometimes we’ll see a cockroach roaming around the house, but it’s super rare so I wouldn’t say I regularly deal with them. I cope by yelling for my mom or dad to come kill it, ha.

#survey #surveys

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xmagicxshopx · 5 years ago

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Spring Cleaning - Chapter 3

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Comedy Rating: PG Warnings: Extremely brief mention of anorexia. Pairing: personal assistant!jungkook x ceo!reader Notes: AU fic. Not idol!jungkook. Single quote marks ‘ ‘ are for thoughts and double “ “ are for talking. Additional Notes: This chapter is kind of short but I’m really happy with where I’m ending this one so just go with it and try to enjoy it.

Tagging: @deolly @katebacks

Summary: Your mother built you to be a thriving business machine. However, in her old age, she’s growing soft and wants grand kids to spoil. Your home and yard are a mess due to your busy schedule. So your mother attempts to kill two birds with one stone.

“Good night, Mr. Jeon.”

“Good night, Miss. Kwon.”

That moment continuously ran through Jungkook’s mind as he laid there in his new, and very comfy, bed. It was now morning and the sun was shining through the curtains and the birds were chirping within the trees outside. However, all the poor boy could think about was last night and how.....wonderful it was.

Dinner had been more than successful and you seemed quite pleased with his cooking skills. After the two of you had loaded up the dishwasher, it was time to say your good nights. Perhaps to you it wasn’t all that deep, but for Jungkook.....it all felt a little......intimate? As if the two of you were sharing a moment?

He had allowed you to climb the stairs first. Not just to be a gentleman, but in case you were to lose your balance and he would be there to catch you. But of course the additional view of your perky round bum was a nice bonus too. Gentleman or not, Jungkook was still a man and he could appreciate a nice set of cheeks when faced with them.

Upon reaching the stairs, the two of you approached your respective doors and spared a glance at each other. This was where it all felt so.....yeah the boy didn’t know how to describe it. There had been this look in your eyes and he couldn’t figure out what it meant. Not to mention you had kept your expression pretty neutral. Gah you really puzzled him.

After your exchange of soft good nights, Jungkook had closed the door so softly, he was afraid anything stronger would have caused the moment to shatter like a glass vase. Why was his chest feeling all funny? Why were his hands all sweaty and clammy? Ugh. Too many questions. He needed some sleep.

And that was how he fell asleep thinking about you, and waking up right where he left off....Thinking about you. Sighing heavily as he draped an arm over his eyes, he mumbled out loud to the room,

“You’re playing with fire, Jeon. Don’t do anything stupid to screw this up.”

Deciding to finally get up and start his day, the young male rolled out of bed and started preparing for a shower. Dang. Even the bathroom was upscale compared to anything he had lived in before. Jungkook knew you had money but still. Wow. Padding into the shower stall once the water was how he liked it, the boy allowed the water to rain on his tired face and puddle down around his feet.

“I should fix her breakfast. She probably doesn’t even eat in the mornings. Probably just works right through them.”

However, his grand master plan of preparing you yet another meal came to a screeching halt when he recalled the simple fact of there being absolutely no food in your house. Grumbling to himself and trying to squash the urge to scold you like a child, Jungkook began washing his hair while he thought about what breakfast items to purchase from the store. What foods did you even like? Were you even a breakfast kind of girl?

After allowing the steam from the shower and the scents of his own body care products fill his senses, the young male left the bathroom feeling twice as better as when he first entered. His body now not so stiff and his muscles loosened up, he went to his new fancy walk-in wardrobe to grab a simple t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans. Putting on a pair of socks to finish his ensemble for the day, Jungkook headed out of his room and trotted down the stairs to investigate the first floor of the house.

“Miss. Kwon?”

No answer.

‘Hmm. Maybe she’s still sleeping? Or maybe......’

He didn’t know why, but his heart kind of sunk at the thought of you working already. That was all you did. You seemed so ate up with it. Surely you realized there was more to life than just work, right? Deciding to use the excuse of breakfast as a conversation starter, he climbed back up the stairs and sought you out.

Upon knocking on your bedroom door and getting no answer, his ill suspicions were only being further confirmed as he then headed for the library door. He found it kind of odd that there wasn’t a direct door to your office and that you had to go through the library to get to it. Shrugging to himself, he opened the door to the room full of books only to be met with a sight he wasn’t ready for.

“Miss. Kwon!”

Seeing you lay there lifeless on the floor with a few papers scattered next to your open but limp hand, Jungkook immediately rushed over to your side and fell onto his knees. Trying not to panic, he didn’t dare move you in case you were hurt anywhere. Instead, he reached for your pulse and let out a shaky breath of relief upon realizing you were okay.

Well......depending on how one defines okay.

From a quick observation, it appeared as though you had simply passed out. But regardless of the severity, this still wasn’t healthy. You weren’t healthy. Being extremely careful and treating you like glass, he eased your body till you were laying flat on your back. Ah......and there it was.

Any other time Jungkook had been around you, it was while you had makeup on. However, it would appear as though sometime in the night, probably when you entered your bedroom last night, you had taken your layers upon layers of makeup off. Now the young man could see the woman behind the cosmetic mask.

The bags under your eyes worried him greatly. You looked so worn out. So drained. He found you laying on the floor because your body had finally reached it’s limit. With a deep frown and eyebrows furrowed, he carefully gathered you in his arms bridal style and proceeded to carry you back to your bedroom. Boundaries be damned. Your health came first in his book. Complete strangers or not.

After getting you comfortable in your own bed, Jungkook had placed your blood pressure medicine along with a bottle of water on your bedside table. Leaving a note explaining that he was going out to do some grocery shopping for breakfast, the young man made absolutely sure you were still breathing normal and resting before heading out for the store.

Protein. That was definitely something you were going to need. Therefore, Jungkook picked up a carton of the best eggs he could find. What else? Milk? Yes, that sounded good and it was loaded with a necessary vitamin. Since he knew you liked the chocolate pie from last night, he went ahead and got a bottle of chocolate syrup in case you preferred a little bit of extra sweetness to your milk.

Eventually, the young man had bought enough food to feed breakfast to an army but he didn’t care. Pushing the full cart out to the truck, he made quick work of loading up the backseats and even his passenger seat. With everything safely in the vehicle, Jungkook was swift as he made his way home. Home....His new home.

Meanwhile, you were right where he left you. Resting in bed. Wow. Your body must really be worn out. With the peace of mind that you were still recovering in bed, Jungkook made his way back downstairs so that he could work on breakfast. The urge to call your mother and inform her of what happened was strong. However, he got the clear message that your mother and yourself didn’t always see eye-to-eye on things. So perhaps he’d hold off on that phone call.

Trying to make as little noise as possible, the young man went to work on finding everything he’d need to cook a breakfast fit for a queen. He had to admit, he really really liked your kitchen. It was so spacious and he had every cooking utensil he could ever want or need. It was an amateur chef’s dream kitchen. He wouldn’t mind cooking all three meals seven days a week if it meant using this space.

Once he finally had everything situated on a nice lap tray, Jungkook carefully packed your breakfast up the stairs. As much as he cringed at the thought of waking you up from your much needed slumber, you also needed to eat. And what better way to rest and eat at the same time than by having breakfast in bed, right? Smiling and feeling quite proud of himself, he paused at the top of the stairs when he realized your bedroom door was open.

Upon peeking inside, he noticed your bed was made and empty.

“Oh no she didn’t.”

With a huff and a deep frown, the male turned on his heel without messing anything up on the tray, he made for the door of the library and nearly barreled into the room. Of course you were nowhere in sight because he knew better. He knew where you were hiding and he was going to find you.

“Miss. Kwon! Open this door!”

He stood there with a grumpy expression while holding the tray with both hands. Sure he probably shouldn’t have shouted and sounded so demanding, but you were being ridiculous. Dare he say, you were being a child. You knew darn well you had no business working with the state your health was in. Just when he was about to threaten to beat the door down, you finally opened it with a not-so-amused look on your face.

“Mr. Jeon?”

“Miss. Kwon. With all due respect, you should be resting. As I’m sure you’re very much aware, I found you passed out on the library floor earlier. That’s not healthy. What you’re doing right now isn’t healthy. I ask you---no---I beg of you, please come back to bed and have some breakfast.”

You stared at him with a blank expression but there was a challenge in your eyes. Even though you knew he was right, you remained stubborn. There was no good reason for it other than you simply didn’t like being told what to do. Hence why you were a CEO and in charge. It had caused a bit of a complex to form over the years. You didn’t do well with being told what to do.

“I can eat in my office.”

“Again, with respect, we both know you won’t touch it. You’ll go right back to work.”

A scoff crossed your face at his blunt call-out. You had to admit, the guy had guts. It would be nothing for you to fire him right where he stood. However.....you weren’t so far into denial that you couldn’t acknowledge the fact that you were the problem here. He was doing his job, what he was hired to do, and you were simply being a brat because you didn’t like to lose. With your pride wounded, you huffed and waved for him to get out of the way.

“Fine. But I’m only staying in bed long enough to eat.”

That was fine, because Jungkook had a plan and you were giving him plenty of time to follow through with it. Smiling a bright bunny smile of happiness, he nodded and allowed you to lead the way to your bedroom. Patiently waiting for you to get situated in bed, the smile never left the boy’s face while he carefully set the lap tray in front of you. With a happy exhale, he spoke.

“Enjoy, Miss. Kwon. Should you need anything else, I will be downstairs cleaning up.”

You simply nodded while munching on some eggs and toast with butter. Seeing you finally nourishing yourself, that was enough to please him so he shut the door gently and proceeded to work out his little plan to keep you in bed and resting. You were gonna throw a fit but it would be worth it. It might cost him his job.......But it would be worth it.

Not that you would ever admit it, but this breakfast was pretty dang good. The eggs were cooked perfectly and the bacon was great. The diced potatoes he had diced up was sauteed with more onions and green peppers but he had sprinkled some cheddar cheese on them as well. Everything was really good. But again....you weren’t about to tell him that.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was carefully and silently working on locking you within your bedroom. Grabbing a chair from the dining room table, he carefully packed the piece of furniture up the stairs and eased it under your doorknob without making a sound. Maybe a very soft thud, but that was it.

Grinning widely to himself and feeling more than pleased, the young male whistled his way down the stairs to go work on cleaning up the kitchen. He himself fixed a bowl of fruit with some toast and butter while he did so. He wasn’t much of a breakfast guy, honestly. He was all about the more heartier meals.

Upon finishing up your breakfast, you carefully set the lap tray at the end of your bed. Now that there was no food or drink that would risk spilling onto your bed, you stood up to head for the door. Problem was, when you turned the doorknob......nothing happened. You could hardly wiggle the dang thing and for the life of you....you couldn’t understand why.

Your door locks from the inside, dang it. Not the outside. So what the hell was going on here? Grumbling as you quickly and easily grew irritated, the first thing that came to your mind was pounding on the door.

“Mr. Jeon???”

No answer.

Truth was, Jungkook could hear you just fine. In fact, he was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a mischievous grin on his face as he listened to you continuously beat on the door and shout for him. Eh. He’d just say he was outside and couldn’t hear you in case you’d question him later. Although he knew that would only get him so far once you decided to check the security cameras later.

Realizing you weren’t going to be let out any time soon, the jerk was probably standing on the other side of your door snickering, you let out a heavy sigh and turned back to face your bed. It irked you. Why? Because you knew he was right. You knew rest was important and that if you didn’t take care of yourself, you were going to wind up in the hospital in even worse shape. But it just hurt your pride too much to admit it out loud.

After setting the tray on your dresser instead of your bed, you crawled back under the covers and tried to get some sleep. However, that was proving to be difficult as your mind spun with thoughts of all kinds. Meetings, proposals, financial reports, things like that. And when you tried thinking of something other than work, your mind immediately went to your personal assistant you were now sharing living quarters with.

While you were struggling to clear your mind of jumbled up thoughts, Jungkook was finishing up cleaning the kitchen now that he knew you were stuck within your bedroom. Once he had that all cleaned up, it was now time for him to check out your lawn care tools and equipment. He highly doubted you had everything he’d need to properly take care of the outdoor part of your estate. Not to mention he was planning on putting in a small flower garden too. A surprise he had planned.

After some time, you were finally able to shut down your brain and your body along with it. You were so exhausted and drained that you didn’t even dream. Not that you were really a dreamer to begin with but still. It wasn’t till you heard soft knocking on your door and an even softer but deep voice calling out your name that you finally started to stir from your deep slumber. It sounded muffled but you could tell it was your assistant.

“Miss. Kwon?”

“Sss’Open.”

You were so groggy. Wow. It was like you had taken a half a bottle of Z-Quill or something. Cracking your eyes open, you noticed it had grown a bit darker outside. Good gravy, what time was it? How long had you slept? Having lost all sense of time, you could only lay there as you watched the young male ease the door open to let himself inside your more personal space.

“I just wanted to let you know that it’s approaching dinner time. I was wondering if you had anything in mind that you’d like to have. Not to blow my own horn, but I make a mean chicken noodle soup.”

“Thss’Fine.”

Goodness you looked like a mess. You could hardly keep your eyes open. It was almost as if you were either in a drunken stupor or you were recovering from a hangover. Of course the young man knew better. This was your body punishing you for not getting regular sleep and rest. Upon getting your go-ahead to fix the soup, he simply offered you a smile before making his quiet exit, you having already fallen back to sleep.

Jungkook was convinced the local grocery store should give him some kind of frequent customer discount with the several trips he’s had to make within the last two days. It just didn’t help that you had literally not edible food in your house. None. Absolutely nothing. The original plan was to drag you out of the house kicking and screaming and make you tell him what you liked to eat so that he could stock your pantry back up. But that definitely didn’t happen today.

Still, he was happy to see you catching up on sleep. You needed it and he knew you’d feel a lot better once you did. Your head would be a lot clearer and the world around you wouldn’t feel so dizzying. Once upon a time, he himself was just like you. A workaholic. It took landing in the hospital with anorexia for him to open his eyes and realize he wasn’t taking care of himself because he was so ate up with working.

He didn’t want you making the same mistake he did. Perhaps that’s why he felt so strongly about your current living conditions. Because he himself went through the same thing.

Having purchased everything he needed to make the soup, the young man made his way back home and began working in his favorite part of the house. The smell of chicken filled the whole bottom floor and Jungkook couldn’t help but sigh happily. Gosh he loved cooking. Loved it. There was nothing quite like the smell of good food filling a home.

After setting two bowls down on the dining table along with two glasses of ice water, he then went to take the freshly baked loaf of bread out of the oven and moved to pre-slice it. Setting that in the middle of the table along with a stick of chilled butter and a knife, the male stood back and observed his table arranging.

‘Not too bad, Jeon. Not too bad.’

As he made his way up the stairs, he could only hope you were a little more coherent this time around and not so groggy. Approaching your door, he knocked a few times before hearing your voice which sounded a little more clearer than a few hours ago.

“Come in.”

Easing the door open, he was happily surprised to see you much more aware and alert than earlier. Your eyes were still a bit heavy lidded but it was obvious that you were aware of your surroundings. Smiling warmly, Jungkook opened the door all the way as he walked in and spoke casually but softly,

“Dinner is ready when you are, Miss. Kwon. Do you need help down the stairs?”

You carefully climbed out of bed and the young man itched to step closer so that he could steady you while you stood up, but he knew there were personal boundaries that he had to respect and so he remained where he was by the door. However, you surprised him when you carefully walked over to him and looped your arms around one of his own. In a soft but calm voice, you spoke.

“It would be a good idea to have some help down the stairs. My mind is still a bit cloudy with sleep.”

“Absolutely, Miss. Kwon. Don’t worry. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

His words rang in your foggy head as you allowed him to help you out of your room and down the stairs. Like a true gentleman, he took his time and helped you down one step at a time till the both of you were finally on level ground again. You slowly blinked a few times to help clear your vision and was surprised at what you saw. Had your house always looked this dusty? Goodness sake.

Helping you to the dining table, you were amazed at how wonderful the soup smelled. And was that fresh baked bread sitting in the middle of the table? Dang. This boy went all out. You could feel yourself salivating as he helped you into a seat before he walked around to sit across from you. It was kind of muggy outside so he decided it would be best to eat inside tonight.

“Please enjoy, Miss. Kwon. Nothing makes me feel better like a hearty bowl of chicken noodle soup. May I serve you a slice of bread with butter?”

You sat there in a bit of a daze and honestly he couldn’t blame you. For the first time since first meeting each other, Jungkook noticed a faint sparkle in your eyes. They weren’t as dark and hollow as he was used to seeing. He knew sleep would be good for you. Perhaps that was the biggest part of why you were such a grump all the time. It was because you simply didn’t get enough sleep. That would make anyone turn into a bear with a sore bum.

“I-----That would be nice. Thank you, Mr. Jeon.”

With a warm smile and a nod of reassurance, the young man comfortably picked up the knife and a slice of bread before putting a decent amount of butter on it before handing it over to you on a small dinner plate. After softly thanking him, you watched him butter a slice for himself rather than taking a bite into your food. Had his smile always been so sweet and charming? Nah......must be your imagination.....

Dinner was much more quiet this time around compared to last night. You felt....awkward. You felt more.....alert about your surroundings and what you were feeling and experiencing. What was going on with you? All you could do was sit there and pace yourself as you took slow spoon fulls of your soup and small bites of bread with butter.

Meanwhile, Jungkook was watching you closely while he ate. You were very.....subdued. The spark and that fire you normally held was now just a small candlelight flame that emitted a soft glow. Perhaps you were finally learning to slow down a bit and not work yourself to death. Maybe you were finally taking time to stop and smell the roses. Or in this case, the soup.

“I think.......I will call off work tomorrow.”

He nearly choked on a noodle.

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duckbeater · 5 years ago

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People Think You’re Really into Church

My friend Neely also recently underwent a breakup, a hardship she finds comparable to something like a botched surgery. “I’m actually physically sore all the time now,” she said, “and I feel ugly.”

She had moved to L.A. for Luis. At first they only fought about money. Her work (she reports, irregularly, for the Times there) made them fight about other things too, like the environment and homelessness and certain irredeemable publicly-funded architectural projects. So they broke up.

“It’s weird, but I found out I have all this aggression that I thought was passion. ‘I’m very passionate about housing rights,’ you know? That’s something I would say to myself in the car. But Luis said I didn’t cultivate passion, I just stoked anger, and the anger was in me. Now he won’t even be friends with me. He doesn’t want to be friends with angry people. He says I wreck his vibe. I can respect that. But I don’t really know anybody else in L.A.”

I commiserarated. I didn’t really know anybody else in Chicago—why I was Facetiming Neely at her job. She was in some desert glen, a canyon perhaps, resplendent in bee whites, her veil open but still sun-shaded, so the contrast made it seem like I had a Stormtrooper on the line. I never quite got the full story on her apiary jaunts, but apprarently she was working (probably volunteering) at some sort of bee farm (bee non-profit?) and that day was painting the tops of Langstrop hives a viciously marigold yellow.

I didn’t know anyone in Chicago, I offered before averring, “I am, though... I’m having more sex than I’ve ever had in my entire life.” Not that I really knew these people, either, I explained. Not even their names. They were often wonderful, attentive, breathy, dashing, fashionable, curious, age-appropriate and obsequiously grateful men—and I knew them as either single letters (J) or emoji (rain drop, hand)—but had declined follow-up encounters just as surely as I’d declined remembering full names and taking down full phone numbers.

“You don’t want them to know you’re an angry person,” she said.

“I don’t want them to know I’m...” But actually that was it. Wow. I was furious. All the time. I was so piping-hot full of fucking anger, so lunatic with rage, I was spending a visible part of my commute crying in the car listening to music now. I hardly ever listen to music. I don’t like how music makes me feel, how it sucks at my feelings, and embellishes them, like tequila. Now I depended on it, at 6:30 a.m., to wreck me into a tantrum. So here I was, doing “Knee 5” by Philip Glass and Robert Wilson off the Einstein on the Beach recording, sobbing as soon as the baritone steps in to sing:

two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching each other holding hands in the moonlight there was silence between them so profound was their love for each other they needed no words to express it

That image alone—of lovers, a park bench, the stupid moonlight—and the lovers’ silence, it brought me to a boil. I argued with the song. SILENT AFFECTION IS SENSELESS AND DOESN’T SUSTAIN ANYONE. LANGUAGE DOESN’T MAKE LOVE. LOVE IS MADE BY ACTIONS. IT IS IMPORTANT TO BE SPECIFIC AND ACTIVE WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE. The song didn’t care. Maybe it even agreed. Regardless, I was arriving to my building’s parking garage an hour later, so depleted by disgust and anger and impotence, by the feeling of complete failure, of five years destroyed, of my youth and beauty corroded, of the hackneyed cliché of my entirely normal situation, that I’d sit barking out sobs under the concrete ramps in the dark, until it was safe to stagger inside. What surprised me was that I hated it. I hated him. There was this new person in my life (despite the relative lack of people), and that person lived in my car and made a striking, humorless, dramatic and painful cacophony. I left him there, parked, every day, then inhabited him for the hour and half commute back home.

“People think you’re really into church now,” said Neely, “because of all your Instagram posts in churches.”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “I’m not. Into church.” I had been going to churches a lot. To sit in them, and to sit through services, and to meekly sing. “I like them though,” I conceded. “I like that they’re the very beautiful and very quiet.”

“You can like church, you know,” she said. Luis and Neely were a part of the Catholic Relief in South Bend, IN, their senior years, and lived among the Brothers and other devout volunteers for a time, until falling in love. They served meals together to the homeless, and volunteered on home-builds and river cleanups, and rock-climbed with the city’s under-served youths. I let them live rent-free for a few months at 1269 Woodward when it became untenable for them to try to keep fucking in what was essentially a gender-segregated Catholic co-op. She said, “For me, I’m not really, specifically into church right now, or prayer, but I’m really into everyday intentions, you know? Energy in the world.”

“Thank you,” I said, “I’m really not into that either. You don’t—we don’t—need to do—please let’s not with ‘thoughts and prayers,’ if that’ okay?”

“But!” shouted Neely, laughing, “You have all my thoughts! Aww!”

“Thank you, thank you.”

“And with all the sex you’re having, maybe going to church is okay?”

“It’s definitely a prophylactic: I’ve not gotten pregnant one time. And the STIs—I can feel em’ just, falling away.”

Neely keeps her hair in two thick brown braids. She has freckles and ears that slightly stick out, and until very recently, confusingly, a top-row of braces that I’ve also never bothered to ask about. Women with braces in their late-20s (besides giving off that extreme Parker Posey-vibe) have always projected an air of fearless unconventionality to me, despite braces being, obviously, an expensive and prescriptive and primarily cosmetic ordeal. When she was thinking, she still touched her teeth as though they were braced.

“What are you doing with your anger now?” I asked.

“I’m giving it to the valley, you know?”

While scrutinizing her face I nonetheless forgot we were doing Facetime so she could see my consternation, which was radical.

“I give it to the valley, Evan! To the bees and the flowers and the arroyo and the brush!” She laughed at me. “I can’t figure out what to do with it. I was listening to myself on the phone with my mom the other night, and had this overwhelming sense that she hated who I’d become. Because I’d become this poor, boring person who just wanted to find shelters for 60,000 Americans, and implement a needle exchange program, and super-charge our food pantries, and develop a network of affordable health care services and career prep classrooms for families on hard times—and the obviousness of this, the obvious good need of this, of caring for my brothers and sisters, and seeing them warm and fed and safe, it was so stupid and boring and strange to her, because it was so impossible, and so we ended up spending like the next forty-five minutes talking about my sister’s big Fucking Expensive STUPID WEDDING!” On this crescendo she added an “AAAAAHHHHH!”—really giving her anger to the valley. “AAAAHHHH! It’s like, the things I know I could do, like write about these things, I can’t pay myself to focus on. I feel very... young,” she said, choosing the word carefully.

“I feel very, very old, Neely,” I said. Then I said something that surprised me: “I feel as though I am too old to have sons, now, that I’ve poisoned my timeline.”

“Your dick! Seems to work! Just fine!” she sing-songed.

“I think I mean that I had thought I had the family I was building. I had spent five years working toward the place where I could have a son. Or a daughter. I’m not sure what brazen sexist impulse keeps me making these patrician claims. I had thought I was coming home every night to this... place... condo, I guess... where the next day or the next year, I knew held greater peace. More success. Manageable strife, if ever strife.”

“You can start that again,” said Neely.

“I can start that again. And develop it over the next five years again, so I’m past forty when I’m a father, and an old man when my son starts his own family, and a burden,” I added, to seem more pitiable than I actually felt. (Or anyway to acknowledge how pitiable I was sometimes feeling.)

“I want to give some of your anger to the valley,” she said, “before I have to hang up. Gimme a little of that sweet sweet anger.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“No no, lemme have just a teaspoon. Let me whisper something to the valley.”

I thought for a moment and then said: “I’m mad that I’ve stopped liking kissing.”

“Evan is”—and she whispered this part—“mad that kissing’s no good no mo’. What else?”

“I’m mad that I don’t have a parking tag for my neighborhood.”

“No place to park,” whispered Neely.

“I’m mad that in addition to moving into a tower-garret-studio-apartment, with a broken towel rod and busted dishwasher, I left the cat, I left what feels like a piece of my soul, and I can’t hold that part of my soul anymore, and that part of my soul was the patient part, the part that could read in place for hours and sleep uncomfortably and carry heavy things.”

“Needs a new cat,” said Neely to the valley.

“I’m not getting a new fucking cat.”

“Needs a new soul,” said Neely.

We considered the silence that followed. The valley was quiet. My office was quiet. “Ugh,” I said, and snorted.

Neely’s bonnet fluttered back to reveal her wide forehead and braids. “That wind!” she laughed.

And indeed, I thought I had hated Neely’s valley thing, but then I did not listen to any music on the drive home.

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monsterywriting · 6 years ago

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Werewolf Boyfriend (Kai) - pt 6

AN: I've had a crazy week but I’m finally almost done with Kai’s story! a lot of stuff is happening in this part & it’s finally spring break for the students at Greenview

word count: 4,302

One week had passed since Kai told you about shifters. In that time, midterms came and went, giving you no chance to hang out with Kai much less talk to him about it in between studying for your exams.

Now, however, as the two of you drove home to Newport together for Spring Break, you had four hours to interrogate Kai with all of the essential questions.

“Can you like bend steel and pull 18-wheelers and shit?”

“Absolutely not,” Kai laughed, turning on the car’s turn signal as you neared a gas station, “ When we’re shifted it’s more along the lines of a normal wolf’s strength than anything supernatural, so no 18-wheelers. When we aren’t shifted, we aren’t as strong, though we’re still stronger than humans.”

As the two of you waited for a pump to open up, you continued to ask Kai questions, feeling as though you were getting to know Kai for the first time now that you knew such a major detail about his life.

“So which form is more natural for shifters?” You asked, genuinely curious considering Kai had to maintain his human form almost exclusively at Greenview.

“It depends on the shifter,” Kai began, “Some spend all their time in one form or the other, but most form communities so they can easily shift back and forth without raising questions.”

“So what about you?” You pressed.

“I used to not really have a preference, since I grew up being able to shift whenever I wanted,” Kai frowned before continuing, “but since I’ve been pretty much stuck as a human this past year, I feel more comfortable whenever I shift now.”

You nodded, staying silent as you digested this new information. In the meantime, a car finally drove off and left an open pump that Kai immediately drove next to.

After a brief argument about who would pay for gas that Kai eventually won, the rest of the trip was spent with you asking Kai more about his family and shifters.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but you woke up to find the familiar buildings of downtown Newport passing by.

“Good, you’re awake,” Kai smiled softly as he turned to look at you, “I was about to wake you up. We’re almost at Asriel’s place.”

“Okay,” you stretched your arms over your head, relaxing once you heard a satisfying pop in your back

You’d spoken to Asriel a couple of times with Kai, and you knew the two have been close since they were kids, so you were kind of excited to meet him and his boyfriend.

Kai drove into one of the most expensive parts of downtown Newport, full of newly built businesses and apartments that you knew for a fact cost more in rent for one month than six months in your apartment.

“Asriel’s family owns some of the high-rises around here,” Kai explained, turning into the parking garage of an enormous marble building that took up an entire block and looked more like hotel than an apartment building, “Asriel’s passion project is some luxury condos he designed and runs. He lives in one.”

You made no reply as you decided against any comment on the blatant nepotism of it all and Kai parked the car in one of the employee parking spots on the first floor and the two of you, Kai holding a large duffel bag with his things for the break, began walking towards the entrance, passing cars that made you dread the drive out of the garage in your dust-covered Honda civic.

As you and Kai neared the spotless glass double-doors, a white and gold sign informed you that you were entering the Grand Memorial Place Condominium, and the inside was an extravagant display of marble and gold. You felt incredibly out of place as you followed close behind Kai as he strode inside and went straight towards the elevator.

Kai seemed to sense your discomfort, though it was obvious with one look on your face, “Hey, I know it’s pretty extravagant. I mean, that’s just Asriel. I come here pretty often so I don’t even notice it anymore.”

It was clearly the wrong thing to say as you were reminded of just how different Kai’s upbringing was, no matter how levelheaded he seemed at Greenview.

“God that made me sound like some spoiled rich kid,” Kai groaned, and you let out a small laugh as Kai struggled to explain himself.

“No more than you having two cars for yourself,” you told Kai sagely, making him groan even louder.

“I knew you’d never let me live that down when I told you.”

The two of you quieted down as you waited for the elevator, a couple people already waiting at the doors.

Once everyone crammed into the elegant elevator, Kai pressed one of the highest levels, earning the two of you a couple of examining stares.

The elevator started up without so much as a lurch, but the crowded box made for some awkward elbow rubbing and affronted looks until Kai pulled you closer to him until your back was to his chest. It was even more awkward at first, but you quickly wrote it off as Kai simply being a good friend.

Even as everyone else got off at their respective floors and Kai’s hand fell from your shoulder back to his side, you didn’t move until the elevator dinged at your stop for fear of making things weird.

Kai led the way to Asriel’s room, knocking and giving you a reassuring smile that was quickly interrupted with the door slamming open and a tall man screamed and pulled Kai in a tight hug.

“Why didn’t you text me you were here, I would’ve went down to meet you!” Asriel was darker than Kai and didn’t have any freckles, but their smiles were definitely similar.

Asriel was wearing a black floral silk kimono open over a tight black shirt and matching silk pants. His hair was shaved into a fade on the sides, the top of his hair slightly longer and in waves that shone in the light whenever he moved and put his silk garments to shame.

“I’m Asriel,” Asriel introduced himself with a broad smile as he finally shoved Kai out of the way and extended his hand to you.

“[Y/N],” you took Asriel’s hand and shook it before Asriel ushered the two of you inside his condo.

“Lunch is almost ready, you two can just relax,” Asriel practically forced the two to sit down at the table, and you briefly thought about what Kai had said about shifters being stronger than humans.

“Hey, I got the food,” another man who you presumed to be Asriel’s boyfriend entered the dining room with a pan full of chicken and grilled vegetables, Asriel behind him with a bowl of red potatoes.

“Dig in,” Asriel declared as soon as the food was placed and he and his boyfriend were seated.

Dinner was nice, the four of you getting to know each other and learning more about Kai and his family, especially since Kai already told Asriel that you knew about shifters.

“-And then he hit me with his car,” Asriel laughed, his boyfriend looking sheepish next to him.

“In my defense, I did take him back to the vet and he only had a couple of scrapes and bruises,” Asriel’s boyfriend interjected, “Asriel’s head is too hard for there to have been permanent damage. And then I woke up a few days later to find a naked stranger trying to sneak out my window.”

You burst out laughing, joined by Asriel’s boyfriend, not being able to imagine the bizarre sequence of events that got the couple in front of you together. You stopped, however, once a strange realization dawned on you.

“Wait, Kai’s never naked when he shifts,” you tilted your head to one side as you thought back to the few times Kai shifted in front of you.

“Shifters have been around long enough to develop clothes that we can basically take with us when we shift,” Kai explained before pointing at Asriel, “Asriel on the other hand is just addicted to brands.”

“It’s better than dressing like some hiking lumberjack slash nature fanatic ninety-nine percent of the time,” Asriel rolled his eyes as he turned to you, “And it’s thanks to me Kai has such a good fashion sense, so don’t let his outfits over at Greenview fool you, just see what he wears the rest of the week.”

You giggled before you nodded in agreement with Asriel, laughing even harder at the scoff of indignation from Kai and his muttering about being totally betrayed.

Soon after you insisted on helping clean up — which was just loading the dishes in the dishwasher — you said your goodbyes to everyone and headed out.

“Text me when you get home safe,” Kai told you as he walked you to your car, waving as you told him you would and pulled out, extra careful to give all other cars a wide berth.

The drive to your house was less than thirty minutes, but the stark difference between the two neighborhoods was apparent.

The high-rises and hipster brunch spots became small rundown houses and overgrown lawns, the smooth road becoming pothole filled the farther you got from downtown.

As you pulled in to your street, you were excited to see your driveway filled with the familiar cars of your aunts and uncles, quickly parking on the street in front of your house and texting Kai that you made it before racing to the front door.

As soon as you unlocked the door, a horde of little kids nearly trampled you as they all tried to greet you at once. Your younger cousins were all vying for your attention as you and your aunt that was in the living room with them laughed.

“Everyone came over for dinner since you were coming back,” your mother filled you in as you walked into the kitchen holding your youngest cousin, “Your dad’s in the back grilling burgers with everyone else. Hurry and go say hi to everyone they’ve all missed you.”

“Okay, I’ll go now, then,” you hugged your mother quickly before releasing your younger cousin back in the living room where the rest of the kids were already back to focusing on the TV.

The rest of the night was a blur of talking to everyone, cycling through the same questions about school and your future. By the time dinner was through and the get-together slowly dispersed, you were beyond exhausted.

You had barely gotten out of the shower and put your head on your pillow before you were unconscious.

A yawn overtook you as you stooped to grab some produce. You had long since lost track of your mother in the many aisles of the grocery store, though there wasn’t that many people in the store this early in the morning.

Your mother had woken you up early so the two of you could go grocery shopping for the week together and it was no exaggeration to say you had just rolled out of bed to come.

“[Y/N]?”

You practically jumped out of your skin as you stood straight abruptly. You were really not expecting to interact with anyone so early and of course the one time you roll out of bed is the day you run into someone you knew. You were embarrassed to have been caught in some ratty grease-stained sweats and a faded old shirt that was three sizes too big, not even getting into your serious bedhead.

Turning, you came face to face with Kailani, who was looking absolutely stunning in a peach blouse and matching white pencil skirt and blazer. Her curls bounced as she let out a small chuckle and flashed you a smile that was almost the mirror image of Kai, even more so than Asriel, even if her mirth didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Mordecai told me you drove in together,” she informed you as she laid her perfectly manicured hand on your arm, her expression softening ever so slightly, “how have you been since…”

You grimaced as flashes of memory raced through your mind, looking around to make sure your mother wasn’t around before quietly continuing, “I’m fine. I haven’t really kept up with the case that much but I was told that he was out on bail for something else at the time, so he was denied bail this time.”

“That’s good to hear,” Kailani said before a small smirk reappeared on her face, “by the way, I hear you and Kai have been quite close since you two met. I’m sure you know by now we’re from a pretty small community.”

You weren’t quite sure if Kailani was giving you the rich talk or the shifter talk and, despite you and Kai agreeing he wouldn’t tell his family that you knew about them just yet, the way Kailani was looking at you made it feel as though she knew everything and also had the highlight reel of your top most embarrassing life experiences.

“Yeah, Kai did tell me your family lived in the east side of town when we first met,” you decided against revealing too much about what you knew, figuring it was better safe than revealing to Kailani that you knew her family’s most guarded secret.

“Right,” Kailani said, placing a head of lettuce in her basket, “and as you obviously know M- Kai, you also know most of the rumors about the east side are entirely unfounded, right?”

You nodded slowly, not sure where exactly she was going with this.

“So, I wanted to invite you to our parents house for lunch,” Kailani was carefully examining a cucumber and fortunately not seeing your jaw drop at the invitation, “It’s just a small get-together, very casual, this Wednesday.”

You were at a loss for words at the unexpected turn of events. On one hand, you wanted to immediately decline, on the other hand you didn’t want to seem rude to Kai’s sister and the woman who helped you after being attacked when you had barely first met.

“Well, I wasn’t sure if my family wanted to do anything this week,” you began carefully, “but I can definitely get in touch with Kai and let you know if I can make it.”

“Of course,” Kailani seemed content with your answer, and after some quick goodbyes you both had gone your separate ways.

Shortly after, you found your mother in one of the aisles, the shopping cart already filled with groceries. You made no mention of the strange encounter to her, already texting Kai about it once you got in the car.

He was just as surprised as you were, and assured you that he hadn’t told Kailani that you knew about shifters. He also left the decision about going to the get-together and meeting his family entirely up to you, though he did suggest the two of you go together if it made you more comfortable.

After asking your mother and making sure she didn’t have anything planned for you all on Wednesday and briefly weighing the pros and cons of going, you finally texted Kai back saying that you would go.

You didn’t know what you were expecting from Kai’s parents’ house, never having been to the east side of town before, but you had a pretty good idea when Kai drove up to a wrought-iron fence and waited a few seconds before the gates slowly began to open.

The driveway was long and flawlessly paved, lines of trees slowly giving way to a perfectly manicured lawn and ending in front of a beautiful white colonial-style house. You tried not to look too in awe of your surroundings as Kai parked and the two of you walked up to the entrance.

You and Kai were inadvertently matching, which you hadn’t thought much of when Kai drove up to your house. But now, as you were ever closer to meeting his parents, you were beyond nervous and over-analyzing every small detail about your appearance and what they would think about their son and his friend wearing matching outfits.

You were wearing a light blue top with small embroidered sunflowers patterning it, white shorts you were now grateful you ironed the night before and some simple brown strapped sandals.

Kai was wearing a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows that was a similar enough shade of blue to yours, even though it was slightly darker with white shorts and brown loafers.

Even with Kai assuring you it was a pretty common outfit color combination, you were still anxious to get the inevitable awkward first meeting over with. You were hoping since it was also Kai’s first day back at his parents’ house that they’d be distracted enough with him to focus too much on you.

When the two of you entered the house, you were surprised to find no one inside.

“They must all be in the back, already,” Kai said nonchalantly, leading you to the living room where a set of double doors opened up into the backyard.

A few white tents dotted the landscape, tables filled with people sitting thankfully more absorbed in their own conversations to pay much attention to your entrance.

“Kai, you’re late!” A woman that looked like Kai walked up to the two of you and pulled Kai into a quick embrace before smiling at you and extending her hand.

“I’m Denise, Mordecai’s mother,” she introduced herself, letting go of your hand before gesturing to the tall man next to her, “This is my husband, Isaiah. Kailani and Mordecai both told me so much about you, [Y/N].”

“It’s good to meet you,” you answered, trying hard not to falter under the careful gaze of Kai’s mother.

You were almost certain that she noticed the outfits, her eyes flitting down every so often to examine your outfit before moving over to Kai’s.

But, as the three of you continued to speak, Kai’s father keeping mostly silent unless Denise forced him into the conversation, you began to relax slightly.

Before long, your conversation was cut short by another family’s arrival.

“I’m so sorry, we have to go greet everyone,” Denise smiled apologetically as they walked away, “I’ll catch up with the two of you in a bit. Go get some food, though!”

“That wasn’t quite what I expected,” you said in awe, you and Kai watching his mother scream and hug the woman that arrived before hugging the husband and pinching the cheeks of her children.

“See, I told you my family would be fine with you coming,” Kai laughed, clapping your shoulder before he began steering you to the table with Asriel and his boyfriend.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know I know about shifters,” you pointed out, waving at Asriel’s boyfriend from the distance.

“I am going to tell them, I just wanted to wait until after they met you,” Kai replied, the two of you sitting down.

After some catching up with Asriel and his boyfriend, you had to use the bathroom.

Kai gave you the directions and you set off, quickly taking care of business and ready to return to the backyard when your opened the bathroom door to find Kay waiting for you.

“I was hoping to run into you,” Kay beamed, “How are you liking everything so far?”

“It’s all very beautiful,” you said honestly, “I mean I knew the east side was nice, but I never knew it was this nice.”

“Oh? Have you heard a lot about the east side?” Kay asked, her eyes flashing with some unreadable expression.

“Not really, just what Kai tells me from time to time,” you were going to try to get out of this conversation with a half-truth, and thankfully someone else came up to use the bathroom and you tried to take your leave, but Kay cornered you once again.

“Well, then why don’t I give you a tour of the place,” she offered, “you can see firsthand how Kai grew up around here.”

“No, thanks,” you said stiffly, “Kai can show me if he wants to.”

Kay looked satisfied with your answer, making you feel as though you passed some secret test before she finally insisted the two of you return to the party.

You soon lost track of Kay once you reached the backyard until near the end of the party, just as you and Kai were about to head out.

“I just wanted to ask [Y/N] if she would like to go camping this weekend,” Kay interjected just as you were saying goodbye to Denise, “If you’re not busy, of course.”

Before you could reply, both Denise and Kai were sputtering objections, Kai insisting you were busy and Denise saying you probably didn’t want to go camping on your break.

The offer had caught you by such surprise that you responded politely on impulse.

“I would love to, b-”

“Wonderful!” Kay interrupted you once again, clapping her hands together, “We have plenty of tents and supplies for you, we were going to leave Saturday morning.”

You’re quickly caught up in a whirlwind of logistics, still not quite sure how Kay managed to rope you into a camping trip of all things, your biggest brush with nature was a week-long summer camp with air-conditioned cabins when you were in middle school.

Denise seemed even more shocked than you, and though she didn’t say anything out loud it was clear how she stared daggers at Kay the entire time she talked.

As Kai drove you home, he apologized for his sister and told you that you could always cancel.

“It’s alright,” you sighed, “It’ll be easier to drive back to Greenview when we’re both already together on Sunday anyways. Besides, you were going to tell your parents that I know about shifters anyway, right?”

“Yeah,” Kai chuckled as he agreed with you, “Guess it’s better to do it now that they’ve all met you.”

You grinned as you imagined Kai’s mother’s reaction when he told her, leaning back in your seat as your thoughts then shifted to what clothes you owned that would be suitable for camping.

When you pulled up to Kai’s parents’ house, you were beyond tired. Even if it wasn’t five o’clock in the morning, you’d spent the whole day yesterday shopping for clothes suitable for camping and then packing everything you’d brought.

Now, two bags sat in your backseat, one specifically for the trip and the other with the rest of your things to take back to Greenview. A backpack sat in the passenger seat next to you with your reusable water bottle and your wallet among other things.

Kai and his family were all already loading up their vehicles when you parked, and Kai ran up to greet you as you got out and grabbed your bag from the back of your car.

You would be riding in a truck with Kai as the rest of the vehicles were already filled with the others that were going on the trip. So, you two were going to haul the larger things that didn’t fit in any of the other four cars, mainly all the tents.

You were surprised by how many people were actually coming, not expecting most of the people that were at the get-together earlier that week to come with.

Although now most of them gave you a wide berth, presumably because they all knew that you were aware of shifters. The only people you spoke to were Kai, Kailani, and Asriel, his boyfriend having had to work that weekend and being unable to make it. Even Denise had made herself scarce after initially greeting you.

When everyone set off, it was more like a parade of expensive cars than anything, especially from your vantage point at the end of the line.

Kai told you a bit about the camping grounds you would be spending the weekend at.

Apparently, it was actually private acreage just outside of city limits owned by shifters who let other shifters camp out while being able to shift freely.

Kai and his family had spent many summers camping out there and Kai told you he knew the trails like the back of his hand, excited to show you the various sites around the grounds.

By the time the caravan reached the parking lot nearest to the campsite, the sun had already risen, though still not visible above the thick forest of trees surrounding the roads.

You and Kai had already grabbed a couple of tents along with your bags and started up the trail towards the campsite by the time everyone else got off their various vehicles started grabbing things.

You insisted on helping Kai set up the tents, watching how he set up his own before he came to help you with your own.

Once Kai was certain your tent wouldn’t collapse on you in the middle of the night, the two of you sat down in front of Kai’s tent.

“Hey, where is everyone?” You asked, glancing around at the scattered tents around the clearing that definitely wouldn’t hold the amount of people you knew arrived.

“There’s more than one campsite,” Kai laughed as he pulled a bag of beef jerky out of his backpack for the two of you to snack on, “some just prefer more of a hike in the woods than others.”

“Oh,” you hummed before turning to Kai, “Were you going to shift, then?”

Kai looked surprised as he stared at you mid-bite on a piece of jerky.

“You said this place was safe for you to shift and that you preferred shifting now,” you reminded him as you grabbed another piece of jerky for yourself.

“Then I’ll shift when we head out, then,” Kai smiled gratefully, “I have a couple places in mind I wanted to show you.”

Once the two of you were done with the bag of jerky, the two of you grabbed your backpacks and set off, ready to stretch your legs after the long drive.

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