#everyday i think about that puppet tearing into him about fucking up the wishes again after they JUST fixed it

[pinata-candy]

It will never not be funny to me that Mario RPG is all about bringing wishes back and Bowser of course helps out and sees how devastating things are without wishes in their world

And then 3 years later in Paper mario just decides, well maybe it's not bad if I do it. If I take the wishes. Maybe then it's ok.

He really just went

[lenardslittlemeowmeow]

Hello again! This is a post for people who have read my recently published fic "To The Unfriendly Neighborhood"!

I promised, didn't I?

This is an art piece I did while writing the fic! Major spoilers for the fic underneath the read more! Please give it a read and then come back and check this out :D

Now that only people who have read the fic (or are willing to spoil themselves) are here…

I proudly present: Jewel!

Yep! She needed a different name during the concept and ideas process because half-Unfriendly Junebug was too long, so we (me and a friend) decided on Jewel! Because Jewel beetles look very similar to Junebugs and are closely related.

And this is her!

This is her normal everyday wear! Her hair is tipped bright green because she convinced Gordon to buy her hair dye. Her skirt is long because it helps to hide her legs without them getting tangled up (I wanted to show them off lol). She's supposed to be disproportionate by the way.

This is her jacket outfit. She wears it when she's having a bad day and needs more of a "shield" from the world. It doesn't quite fit perfectly because it's an old employee's jacket.

And now the fun part, details and extras about Jewel and the story!

Story details:

- The reason Norman and Lenard thought Jewel didn't actually meet Gordon is because they hadn't encountered him themselves and made assumptions.

- Pearl actually knew who Gordon was, but she didn't think he was coming back and thought Jewel was just being wishful and naive.

Jewel details:

- Absolutely despises Norman. Particularly the Norman who wasn't aware of Gordon's existence and was the first to tell her he wasn't real, even when he was. She's sorta indifferent and standoffish to the other Normans, but she's downright aggressive to the original.

- When it comes to the puppets, she gets along best with Lenard, since he helped her through her transformation and the whole ordeal afterwards. They're very close.

- Struggles with delusions and hallucinations, often Lenard and Gordon are the only ones who can help her out of them.

- Very protective of Gordon. Almost constantly by his side. On bad days she'll growl at anyone who gets too close to him. Can and should be likened to an overprotective attack dog.

- Will sometimes just. Pick Gordon up. Like when you hold a cat by the armpits. Carries him around like a teddy bear. (He learns not to fight it lol)

- This is made funnier by the fact that she's 6'3, and I HC Gordon as 5'2.

- Has chronic pain in her legs and missing eye.

- So many body insecurities. So many.

- Intrusive thoughts galore. Do you know how many times this girlie has vividly imagined tearing her friends apart? Hates it with a passion.

- She becomes pretty cynical, but she tries to see the best in others regardless.

- Picks up cursing from Gordon, gains quite the potty mouth. I HC that the puppets are literally incapable of cursing until they turn Unfriendly, and Jewel is just Unfriendly enough that she's not blocked from it.

- Pretending to be friendlier than she is is incredibly difficult, so sometimes she'll go deeper into the studio, find an abandoned room, and just tear it to fucking shreds. Goes absolutely apeshit. Sometimes she just needs to let it all out.

And with that, I am done! Please ask questions about her or this AU if you have any, I love her lots and would adore if someone else had an interest in her!

I'm sort of working on a post-TTUFN fic about that last point on Jewel, so stay tuned! No guarantees cause I'm burning myself out a little, but I should have a short one out sometime, at the least :3

See ya!

[shigarakislittlepet]

Hooooh boy👀 okay so if you have a character limit just do Dabi and Shinsou (my absolute favourite boys) but if you don't have a character limit I'd also like Aizawa and Bakugou with a s/o who's very obedient and good for them (and ofc good to them) and they're afraid that they're boring because they don't really break any rules or misbehave. Everybody's on and on abt brats and my obedient subby lil ass is over here like qwq obedient subbies aren't boring😤😤 take your time and don't feel pressured oke?? 💕💕

oh my god i love you, you are so so sweet 💕💕💕 I hope I did this request justice, the implications are just !!! So sweet QuQ

no character limit, so i will do all the bbys 🥰

TW: NSFW, Dom/sub themes, light quirk use for sexy times (shinsou), Daddy kink (for Aizawa, I’m sorry lol), some name calling... I think that’s it! Let me know if I missed anything!

HERES MY TAKE ON SUPER GOOD SUBS AND HOW THE HUBBIES WOULD REACT!

-Dabi-

•Okay okay so we all know Dabi is a HARD dom, he has a LOT of aggression to work through in a healthy way, and you help make that happen!

•You’d worry that Dabi would prefer a “bad girl”, a brat that talked back sometimes so he could punish them and REALLY let all that frustration out!

•Once you talked to him about it he would laugh at you. He’s just mean like that lol. BUT once he calmed down and realized it was something that was actually bothering you he’d just look at you and be like “...really?”

•Because what you HADN’T considered is that Dabi spent so much of his life with absolutely no control over his environment, he lived in constant fear of uncertainty. The only certainty he EVER had at home was pain.

•You provide him with total control. You never talk back, you never question him. You do as you’re told and then you say “Thank you Sir” in your sweet little voice no matter what depraved things he’s made you do for him. The absolute control he has with you makes him feel like he’s on top of the world! And you THANK him for it??? Way to stroke his massive ego while you’re at it, damn.

•You give him the stability he never thought he’d have, and the unconditional love and adoration and worship that he never thought he deserved. To him, you’re perfect. His perfect little angel. He would kill and die for you. He would get drunk off of your submission.

•He’d get bored of a brat pretty quickly, not as much of a power trip in his opinion. XP

•I feel like he doesn’t really go heavy on the praise, but when it DOES happen, when you’re on your knees worshipping his cock and using your talented mouth for what it’s MEANT to be used for, and he’s certain your mouth was meant for this, and he slides a hand into your hair grabbing a handful and tugging while his other hand grasps at any stable piece of furniture for some stability and groans out unfiltered praises in his deep gravelly voice??? It feels like you’re both on cloud nine, and nothing is ever going to tear you down from it.

-Shinsou-

• Shinsou would love his precious little kitty cat and shower you with praise and adoration and gifts to reward you for being so good for him all the time. He is a quiet simp, and will the worship the ground you walk on.

• If you voiced your concern about being boring, he would just smile deviously and then back you up against a wall of your shared apartment and start kissing your neck and saying things like “What do you mean kitty cat, don’t we have fun?” And then he will spend the next few hours reminding you just how much fun you have together~~~

• He would make sure that you never worried about being boring again. He would have a wonderful time making you verbalize all the "fun" things you want him to do to you. The fact that he can make you say all those embarrassing things so easily and make you beg for him without a second thought from you makes him so unbelievably feral. He doesn't even have to use his quirk to make you do anything he wants, which makes him feel like the most powerful man that’s ever lived, although whenever you bat your pretty little eyes at him and beg him to "Pleeeaaaassseeee brainwash me and turn me into your puppet? Pretty please?”. He will melt, and he will HAVE to grant all his perfect little kitten’s wishes.

• The reason he absolutely adores your complete obedience and submission is the undying and unwavering trust you clearly have in him. To do all the things he asks of you, no matter how humiliating, without so much as a single complaint? It makes him lightheaded and he will tell you that there is only one feeling in the world better than that, and thats being in love with you. He’s such a sap.

• It's the trust he gets off on. Even after becoming a pro-hero, the media tends to treat him similarly to Aizawa. They have this sort of “scary vigilanty that barely operates within the law” angle on him, even though he isn’t scary at all, and he’s a wonderful hero. The public tends to like him, but in a wary sort of way. Some people are still afraid to look him in the eyes or respond to him at all. So the trust you openly display is intoxicating to him.

• And of course, as is most important, the fact that you trust him enough that you will use your safe word when you need to, knowing that he will immediately put a stop to whatever is going on and hold you tight and take care of you never fails to warm his heart. He is never disappointed when this happens because it shows just how much you TRUST him to take care of you and not abuse his power.

-Aizawa-

• Hahahahahahahahahahahaha

•Okay so Aizawa is a different beast entirely.

•We all know Aizawa is a Daddy, and he expects his sweet little submissive baby to behave at all times. He’s HAD bratty subs before, and honestly, he finds them tiring. He can and WILL correct misbehaving subs with an iron fist, but over time he’s gotten tired of the whiny “make me”’s and the purposeful breaking of his carefully thought out rules.

•He deals with bratty teens all day, what makes you think he has the patience to deal with another brat at HOME? Nah.

•What he enjoys most about your near worshipful levels of obedience and submission is the level of respect you display to him. How much you truly want to please him and impress him. He finds it equally endearing and entertaining.

• You memorized every single one of his rules, every position, every expectation that he had of you, and you never failed to preform beautifully. He would never expect PERFECTION from a partner, per say, he’s perfectly lenient when and if you make an honest mistake, but he tells you all the time how perfect you are for him. He’ll tell you how much he loves the lengths at which you’ll go to please him.

• This man LIVES to tease you about how obedient you are, almost daring you to step out of line. You never take the bait though, you just get adorably embarrassed and pout at him while he teases you more. “Awe, what is it kitten? You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like it when I tease you.” as he drags his thumb across your lower lip while it trembles, the deep bass of his voice reverebrating through your skull and turning you to mush.

•He layers the praise on THICK when you’ve earned it. Once he’s had his fun tormenting and teasing and edging you, he will fuck you slowly and deeply, agonizingly, and he will tell you what a good little slut you are for his cock and it’s ages before you realize that he’s prolonging your torture by fucking you this way and saying these things to you. He wants to see how far he can push you before you either break down into a pitiful mess of tears and pleas, or if maybe ther IS a needy little brat in there just waiting to come out. It’s always the former though, and he always loves getting you to that point. You’d do anything for him, and he knows it. He gets just a little high on it.

-Bakugou-

•Mans wrote the BOOK on hero worship, and he expects you to worship.

•Pro-hero Dynamight expects nothing but perfection, and he expects you to measure up. He can tell a brat from a mile away, and I genuinely think he actively avoids them. He’s enough of a brat to for both of you anyway lmao

•I hope you like pain, because he’s the type to inflict it for fun and not just for punishment. A true sadist for the truest masochist.

•If you ever talked to Bakugou about your fear of being boring to him, I really hope you’re prepared for the consequences. “What??? You think if you were just some boring shitty extra that I’d honestly waste any time on you? Do you really think I’m that stupid???” Its all in an attempt to reassure you, but he will spend the rest of the night punishing you for thinking so lowly of yourself.

•No matter HOW good you seem to be, getting a praise out of this man is damn near IMPOSSIBLE, even when he IS pleased with you. Getting him to verbalize anything he’s happy about is a struggle, so you start to look for the subtle signs. You notice his hands trail lightly down your back when you handle the paddle better than the night before. The way he brushes your hair out of your face when he’s roughly fucking into you after a particularly frustrating day of hero work, and you don’t even bat an eye at his brutality. The soft smile you almost miss when you KNOW he’s had a rough day at work and meet him at the door, already on your knees in one of his favorite outfits and with dinner already cooking away on the stove. Sure, he usually cooks, but when all he has to do is come home and have you... He’s damn near ready to propose every time you do it because you are just. So. Good to him. Good for him. And on those days, when you’re both showered and warm in bed and he’s stroking your hair and half asleep, you can hear faint praises fall from his lips. You know he means them everyday, but it’s on these days when his stress is melted away completely by your touch and your love and he’s so filled with contentment and just by being with you that his heart and mind are relaxed enough to let a little vulnerability show. As a treat.

• He never thought he would feel like this about anyone. Never thought that anyone would ever measure up to his impossible standards, but you take all his gruffness in stride and throw it back at him by being warm and loving, following all of his rules, doing everything you can to make him happy, and treating him like a god. He can’t think of anything better than spending the rest of his life with you.

[spice-chan]

Runaway Omega

Katsu’s End .

Bakugo moved toward you in one stride, gulping worriedly as he looked you over.

You breathed out, feeling the pain dull and disappear.

“I’m fine now, but can you two try and not fight for one second ?”

Bakugo looked away and kissed his teeth, glaring at the ground. You hated how you recognized that as him being guilty and acknowledging his wrong.

You turned to Shoto, slightly remorseful at your coming request, but this has to be done in private.

“Sho, could you please let me talk to Bakugo alone?”

Shoto looked between you and Bakugo, his stare hardening as he tried to protest.

“But -“

“Shoto, I have to do this in private please.” You coaxed. He sighed in reluctance, bit gave in and pecked you, staring at Bakugo while he was at it and reveling in his jealousy rolling off in waves.

“Who the fuck is that ?” Bakugo asked. His anger seemed so evident with his clenched jaw and murderous red pools staring at you. He wasn’t shouting, but this was like a volcano, threatening to erupt and destroy everything in it’s wake.

“That’s Sho...my Alpha.” You said.

And erupt it did.

His face starting to show the semblance of his scales as patches of red starting appearing on his skin, his eyes got so black, it was like you were staring Thanatos in the eye.

He stalked towards you, barely able to contain his Alpha, as he urged him to do what he should have done years ago.

He grabbed your chin, tilting your head sideways to bare your neck to him as he leaned down and sniffed it. His growl near your ear was low, yet the barely there sound sent shivers down your spine.

“His stench is all over you.” He growled in distaste. He can smell that bastard all over you, and he was teetering on the edge of giving in to his urges and white, hot anger.

You pulled yourself together, willing yourself not to give in to his charm as you always had, with his tempting caramel scent, daring you to pluck the apple and take a bite. But the sweetness of the forbidden fruit is nothing but ethereal, while sweet, it was never everlasting.

You pushed him away. Stammering out with a flushed face , “ why do you care anyway ? I could have an Alpha, or two if I wish to, lasting time I checked, I wasn’t wanted by you.”

Her biting words brought sadness upon him. He is the reason they are where they are, the reason his Omega had to go through her pregnancy alone, or rather, with that wretched Alpha.

Bakugo cupped the back of your head and brought you into a warm embrace, his arms caging around you.

“Bak-“

“It’s Katsuki ! Always has been and always will be !” He shouted, still keeping you in his caramel and firewood scented embrace.

“I never meant any of it ...God, a few days after I was back at your door, sniffing around for your scent like a starved dog.” He choked at. Your heart clenched at the sight of his tear stained eyes, the vermilion shining like rubies.

“You said what you did Katsuki...I can’t simply believe that you didn’t mean it, there must have been some truth in there.” You explained.

“NO!” He yelled.

He cradled your face in his hands, the face he worshipped for the better part of his life. The one that plagued his dreams, and sometimes even the cruelest of his nightmares.

“I -“ he suddenly got tongue tied, the words he left unspoken when he shouldn’t are at the tip of his tongue. “I love you (y/n), and I’m sorry I didn’t show it, but I’ll be damned if I leave you to some other Alpha, you’re mine, no one can change that.”

It’s not like Bakugo never said the L words to you before, but he kept it at minimum, due to his own biting nature, but also because of the incredibly happy, adorable expression you made every time that made him want to take on the world for. He was a simp for that expression, and he hated weakness. Now all he wanted was to see it again.

Your expression was troubled.

“Katsuki, you said I’m beneath you, so why am I suddenly important to you ? I won’t let you play me like a fiddle and then toss me like I’m worthless when you’re angry.” You said, maintaining your resolve.

Katsuki looked like he was about to protest, when you firmly reminded him.

“Besides, I have an Alpha, who always makes me feel cherished and loved. He’d never tell me I’m beneath him.”

Your words brought a mix of jealousy and self loathing through him. The male gritted his teeth, but even he knew, he had no right to be angry when he said that shit to her.

“Well, you should have talked to me.” He still tried to defend his stance though.

“What was there to say ?”

“Should of said you were leaving, that you didn’t want to be with me, that you were pregnant, fuck, you should have just said something !”

“Bakugo, you made it clear that you didn’t want me to be a part of your life, you don’t need someone distracting you ! You wanted me to leave you the fuck alone, so I did !”

Words that were left unsaid were tumbling out of your mouth, unburdening you with their weight.

“And I didn’t know I was pregnant until I left.”

A silence took over Katsuki, he knew you were right, but he’ll be damned if he lets you go, especially into the arms of another man. He loved you too much, and love was selfish.

He hugged your midsection, where the pup that’s a mixture of the two of you lied. He started purring, the familiar sound stirring up buried feelings.

Your Omega however, still didn’t respond to him.

“Shitty Omega, you think I’m going to let you leave me again ? No, no, no. I can’t let you and our pup leave me, I love you, and I will live our pup too, you just have to see the best in me one more time.”

You turned away, unable to look at his pleading eyes. You didn’t want to betray Shoto like that, but you hates how he pulled at your heartstrings, like a puppeteer, moving the strings how he wishes.

Bakugo refused to leave. He’s stayed, with the excuse of wanting to be there for his pup, which wasn’t entirely an excuse. He always feared how he might be as a father, but he couldn’t hell the joy at imagining a little pul of his own, with you. God, you looked angelic, he could only hope that the pup inherits your looks, so he could always see you in their.

.....

Shoto walked near the ocean, where he first met you, trying to destress.

Wishful thinking.

“SHOTO” a booming voice called out. Shoto looked startled for a second, until that transformed into disdain upon seeing the object of his hatred.

“What are you doing here ?” Shoto asked coldly.

“Shoto, why did you leave ?” Enji asked, not concealing the sorrow in his voice.

“Isn’t it obvious ?”

A silence enveloped them.

Enji swallowed, looking to the ground in remorse, the remorse that Shoto refused to believe his father harbored.

“You left because of me, but please Shoto, you need to come back.” Pleaded Enji.

“And why is that ?”

“Your mother Shoto, she’s very ill, and had been since you left.” Enji confessed, making Shoto’s heart drop.

His ...mother ?

But he got a grip on himself quickly. This could be a foil play to get him back willingly.

Sho scoffed, turning a scornful eye to the esteemed king Enji.

“And I should believe you because ?”

“You don’t have to, but I know you, you will never forgive yourself if your mother dies without seeing you.”

He was right. Shoto loved his mother too much for that.

But Shoto knows, he couldn’t bring you with him on this risky journey. His father might be lying, and he doesn’t want to think about it or imagine it but; he might hurt you.

“I am going to give the throne to either you or one of your brothers, then taking your mother to the West to find a suitable doctor.” Enji said. It was that serious huh ?

Shoto loved you, and could see himself spending the rest of his life with you but, if it puts your life at risk, then Shoto will gladly chose your happiness over his.

You were the companion that eased his loneliness, and he will be forever grateful to you for showing him the light in this darkened world.

.....

“So how did you find me ?” You asked Bakugo as you sat down in the living room with him, eating strawberries.

He smirked at that. If you thought you could hide, you were sourly wrong.

“I sent spies to each village, keeping an eye on any healers that don’t reside in the castle, or anyone that looks like you. You weren’t as discreet as you could have been.” He explained, then added.

“Plus, that women you helped wasn’t secretive, she ratted you out with the promise of money.”

Well damn, that one stung. Is that how she repays you ?

Bakugo took notice of your soured expression.

“That’s why I tell you to be careful, dumbass.” He reprimanded.

“I don’t regret it though, I wasn’t about to let someone die. And a mother at that.” You rebuttled, and he shrugged.

“And thats why you always get in trouble.”

You glared at him, but Bakugo just thought you looked like a kitten trying to growl. He reached out and pinched your cheek.

You were about to swat his hand away, when Shoto walked in the house, walking briskly into the living room.

He walked in, ignoring Bakugo’s growl, and made his way to you.

“Can we talk ?”

At the vague question, you nodded your head.

Bakugo growled to himself even more when he saw the two of you walk inside the bedroom, glaring at the door like it offended his ancestors, then snatching a strawberry and eating it with elongated canines.

.........

“(Y/n), you understand, right ?” Shoto asked worriedly.

You swallowed, then nodded sadly.

“Besides, I can’t be the father the pup deserves, the only father figure I have is potentially a danger to the both of you.”

At that, you nodded more firmly. You were still heart broken, the Alpha you got used to having everyday, the one you were slowly falling for, is leaving. But somehow, you had a feeling you’d be alright. It would be alright.

He had his reasons anyway, you couldn’t think of endangering your pup, and Shoto doesn’t think he is ready to be a father. He said he still loves you, probably always will, but he had a feeling this is for the best.

Shoto kissed you one last time, the sound resounding throughout the room as be deepened it. You could feel many emotions, but the thing you could feel most is the goodbye through the kiss. Maybe that’s why is was so passionate.

You broke it off when the sound of shattering plates echoed.

Shoto rolled his eyes, and gave you a peck and a hug, before walking to the door and stopping.

“(Y/n), do write me letters when you hear good news.” He said, giving you one last heartfelt smile, before turning the doorknob and walking out.

You laid on the bed, with a soured scent as you sighed.

You caressed your belly. Your bundle of joy would surely erase most the pain.

The door opened, and in your peripheral vision, you saw a tuft of blond hair and a scrunched up nose.

“What’s sup, dumbass ?”

Should you tell him ?

He sat down next to you, then took your hand and started purring to calm your nerves. Somehow, it worked.

You turned to him and smiled, reveling in his surprised face, which then erupted in a blush. You allowed yourself a moment of reprieve, and caressed the blush on his cheeks as you used to. The gesture brought butterflies to both parties.

“Well, I was dumped.”

Bakugo growled, ready to stand up and chase after the half n half bastard for several reasons, but he will begin with this.

But you held his arm, preventing him from moving.

“But it’s understandable.” You reasoned.

“But-“

“Katsuki.” You used that final tone that always let him know you were gravely serious.

Before he can attempt to be belligerent again, you halted him with a question.

“Katsuki, do you even want to be a father ? With me no less ?”

The question made a spark of anger go through him. If not you, then who else ?

He glared at you.

“Damn straight dumbass, if not you, then who else ? Don’t think you’re getting out of this.”

This made you laugh, surprising him. The hostility in his expression broke, making him huff and call you a weirdo.

“I can feel the connection between me and them, maybe it’s because a dragon can sense another, or maybe it’s the connection to my pup, but I know for a fact, I love our pup and I couldn’t wish for a better mother.”

The use of collective pronouns made you feel warm inside, like a journey you were set to take with the most joy filled of companions.

And in a few days time, you held Katsuki’s hand as your pup made it’s way to the world.

Katsuki walked in, his eyes drinking the sight of the pup in your arms with awe, it’s like he was falling all over again.

He walked in and sat beside you as you cooed at the little bundle of joy, a tony baby girl, with flaming red eyes that glistened like the finest rubies, and little tufts of (h/c) hair, the hair he always adored and wanted for his kids. You looked at him with a bright smile, one he wouldn’t trade for the world, and beckoned him closer.

Bakugo held the baby girl in his arms, unable to keep the bubble of affection that sprouted in his heart, and gushed out of his eyes as his love overfilled. He gave her a peck on the forehead, then another just to memorise the soft texture of her skin before she grows up before his eyes.

He then walked to the empty space on the bed, then climbed up and put the pup next to you, careful about moving you lest he elicit pain from the procedure you just underwent.

He went to climb out, but paused when his pup held his finger in her hand, toying with it as she swung it left and right in her tiny arms. He couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face as he gazed at her tiny face curiously toying with his finger.

“Aw, she’s so perfect, isn’t she Katsuki ?” You gushed, purring at you baby girl as you caressed her head. Her eyes traveled up to your own hand, then her other hand went and grasped your own finger. She did the same to you as she did Katsuki, then with both of her occupied hands, she brought them together, making your finger touch Katsuki’s own larger one.

You gazed at her mindless actions with awe, both of you unable to take your fingers out of her toying hands and risk losing the contact. Her actions held so much meaning, like she was trying to communicate something despite you knowing it’s not true. Katsuki had a similar thought process. He decided to stop being a pussy and act like the Alpha he is.

“Well, if that’s what the pup wants, I guess you have no choice now.” He said. You looked back at the girl with love, then to Katsuki, and shrugged.

“Guess I have no choice, you’re lucky our baby girl decided to be your wing man.”

Giving Katsuki a chance to prove himself again seemed like the right choice.

Katsuki came closer to you, making you close your eyes as your lips joined in a familiar dance.

The little pup watched her parents curiously, her doe eyes staring at them in obliviousness as she resumed toying with their fingers.

............

And thats it, the end. I decided to publish this on here on a whim, so here we are, tho im gonna get to working on a masterlist in a bit. If you enjoyed this mini series and wish to buy me a coffee, my kofi is T_Spice.

[loveless-lover]

Care about me

Hey i haven't written in forever here comes an angst fic

Ship: Fae ❤ Simeon

Word count: 1033

Genre: hurt-comfort

Spoilers for chapter/lesson 6 of Obey Me

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“H-hey! At least spare my life!” cried Mammon, dragged away from the room by Lucifer. “Well, looks like we’ll get to have some peace and quiet after all, right Fae?” smiled Simeon. Asmodeus was already asleep, and Fae was in her chair, a tense expression on her face that wasn’t overlooked by the angel.

“Fae? Is something the matter?” he questioned, and just with that, it’s as if a dam broke. Fae began to tear up, her expression turning into a sobbing mess, catching the angel off guard. “Oh my goodness, Fae, what happened?” he rushed to her side, gently hovering his arms around her shivering frame. “I’m so fucking tired, Simeon” her weak voice broke through, unable to speak any more as the rivers flooded. The angel worriedly pulled her into a hug, letting her empty her eyes onto his shoulder.

A long couple of minutes later, it seems Fae was nearly out of tears, and able to speak again. She breathed heavily, exhausted from the crying. “S-sorry, i didn’t mean to burst on you, Simmy” she apologized. The angel shook his head, “nonsense, you seemed distraught and i had to let you relieve yourself” he replied. Fae sniffed, drying her eyes with her sleeves, “thank you, you’re the only decent person in this place” she sighed.

“Would you be willing to tell me what upset you?” he asked, looking at the small human with concern. Fae looked aside, thinking of how to articulate her problem. “It’s just…” she sighed, “whenever something happens everyone start talking between each other and before i have a chance to comment they move on to the next thing and ignore me and start again. I never get to push a word in before everyone decides what to do without me. It’s always ‘Fae, do this’ ‘Fae, let’s do that’ ‘Fae come here’ ‘Fae go there’ but does anyone ask if i want to?!” she threw her hands up.

“Obviously fucking not, i’m just some lowly human, what i say and think doesn’t matter, those bigshot demons obviously have the authority to yank me around like some meat puppet. I feel like nothing i did here was of my own volition, i never asked for any of this. It’s like i don’t even exist to them, i’m just some toy to be pulled around” the girl cried out in frustration, eyes too dry to cry again. Simeon was shell shocked, unable to think of anything to say. She sighed, burying her face in her hands.

Fae managed to push out a few more tears, her palms getting wet as her face got more and more sore from the task of crying. Her expression was one of exhaustion and despair, her skin pale in sickness. “Just today i was pushed in front of a giant snake as bait and as soon as it was pacified they moved on like nothing happened. I was scared for my life, Simmy, nobody asked me if i was okay afterwards! I get that they’re immortal or whatever but it’s like they keep forgetting that i’m not!”

Simeon sighed, wrapping his tender arms around the human, his warmth comforting her. “I wish i had a helpful word to offer, my dear” he hummed quietly. “No, it’s fine, i just needed to get that off my chest” she huffed, clinging to his body as she shivered in place. “Do you want to get some fresh air? It may help you cool down” he offered, caring eyes gazing at the human. Fae sniffled, “y-yeah, i think i’d like that” she weakly replied.

The two were standing at the balcony, looking up at the starry night sky. The cold air was hitting Faes tear-stricken cheeks, her eyes too blurred to clearly see the stars. “Simmy… Do you think they actually care about me?” she prompted, looking up at the angel with puffy red eyes. Simeons expression was hard to read, somewhere between pity, sympathy, and concern. “I’m sure they do. They’ve never met someone like you before, and to them, situations like that are fully normal” he explained calmly. “They don’t understand how stress affects humans, they’ve never been human like you”.

Fae sighed. “I guess you’re right, they just don’t know. Honestly if this is just how they live everyday i’m not surprised they act like everything’s fine a second later, they’re probably numb to this by now” she lamented, her voice laced with a light tone of sarcasm. Simeon placed a gentle yet firm arm over her shoulders, pulling her into a gentle side-hug. “I think you should speak to them about this directly” he stated, “they won’t know unless you tell them”. “Obviously, yeah,” she grumbled, “i just don’t know how to do it without getting so angry about it that i just break down again. Plus half of them don’t even take me seriously” her gaze fell down, defeated and dismayed.

“Do you want me to be there with you?” the angel asked, Faes eyes perking up to meet his, “i can be there for you and help you stay calm. Additionally, i’m sure they’ll take your concern and stress seriously if i am there to corroborate it. No one else has seen you like this, correct?” he asked. “Y-yeah, i guess i just hide it whenever this happens…” she admitted, “i feel like i can’t even safely cry around them without one of them thinking less of me for it” her face plunged into his chest, seeking warmth from the angel.

Simeon sighed, “it’s very unfortunate you’ve been made to feel this way, Fae” his hand reached up to hold the back of her head as she clung to him. “They might not believe you at first but i’ll make sure that they’ll understand. With enough determination we’ll change their behavior” he promised. “Th-thank y-you…” the girls shaky voice squeaked from below, weak and tired of the day. The two stood in silence, basking in the cold air of the night until their feet could bear them no longer.

As the duo went to bed, a silent trust was felt between the two, assuring the human a restful sleep that night.

[harryff]

The Merge Part 2.

When tomorrow never comes it's clear that you're avoiding him. Because there's no reason for you to be gone before 4:00am and returning by midnight or later. He knows the only way was to catch you off guard.

Unlike the days before today, Harry sits in his office typing up his resignation letter. He had decided that staying was not best for him. He packs his belongings carefully combing through his office taking all his personal items and pictures before he carries them to his car and executing his plan.

He chuckles to himself when he hears the board of directors complaining from the other side of the door, he interrupted their meeting.

“They’ll see you now Mr. Styles” the administrator coordinator spoke holding the door open for him

“Gentlemen” he greeted the board of  directors as he walked in

“Harry what brings you here to interrupt our  board meeting” the chair spoke

He placed the letter on the table “I want to thank yeh for the opportunity yeh have given me but effectively immediately I will no longer be holding my position as Director of Entertainment as I have decided to resign. I once again thank yeh...”

He was interrupted “No wait! Let's talk about this Harold”

“‘M sorry James I can't do this. This was never my idea I never supported it. It would be best for yeh as a company to find someone who believes in your vision.”

“But  we could work something out” they tried to bargain

He shakes his head “i fought too hard against this nothing will make me stay not even making me CEO will bring me joy I'm sorry i wish yeh all the best of luck. Have a good day.” He speaks before walking away from their calls to him.

Back at his office he stops to say bye to Alicia feeling like he owed her that much.

“Alicia! My girl!” He opened up his arms for a hug and she jumped to her feet accepting his hug

She giggles blushing “Harry, what’s going on?” she looks up at him adoringly still holding onto his waist

He shrugs stepping out of her embrace “I quit! So I came to wish yeh good luck!” he says 

“Wait what do you mean good luck what's going on?  Is this a  joke?! Where are your things?” she looks towards his office

“I Resigned Alicia” he smiles at her  

“No! No! you need to stay” she grabs his arm pulling him towards her

“No Alicia I can’t but I wanted to thank yeh for your hard work ‘nd all yeh’ve done f’me” he places his hand on her shoulder

“No Harry please” tears form in her eyes

Harry grabs her shoulders “Hey yeh’ll be fine they'll get yeh another boss your job is secure”

“I don't care about that! I care about us. What about us?”

He steps back in shock “what about....what?... us? What’re yeh...”

“I thought we” she motions between them “were building a connection going to work on our relationship”

“Alicia yeh know I have a wife” he finally removed his arm from her grip and steps back

“Whom you don't love!” she angrily wipes her tears away

“Where did yeh even....?”

She starts gesticulating counting on her fingers to prove her point “You spend nights at work with me”

He interrupts “To work” he stresses

“Took me out to eat, got me flowers, a birthday gift”

“I got everyone flowers it was valentines!”

“You gave them single roses while I got a bouquet!”

“I was just..” he doesn’t know how to explain himself out of this  “And those luncheons and dinners were all business related we never talked about us” he stands still, in shock, confused watching her gesticulate “You confided in me”  she points to herself “about your relationship with Y/N...” she scoffs “that bitch....she doesn’t appreciate you not like I do”  

He shakes his head “Alicia you have misunderstood my actions and intentions”

She shakes her head “No it was, it is more than that! You were there for me when, me and Phil broke up”

He sighed “Alicia'm sorry if anything I did made yeh think i cared for yeh in that way I was just lending my shoulder being there for yeh when yeh needed someone”

“No! i felt it when you hugged me goodbye everyday, when we had dinner together!” she pauses and Harry remains motionless  “All those dinners!” she points to him “You were flirting with me with your eyes, helping me into my coat, paying for my meals. When we worked, we were  finishing each other's sentences we have a connection!”

He shakes his head in disbelief his acts of chivalry and kindness were coming back to spite him “Alicia I'm sorry again I love Y/N she's my wife” He decides the best thing to do is to abruptly cut the conversation short because nothing will convince her otherwise “I gotta go I wish yeh the best” he begins to walk away

“No don't leave! Please. We can work this out!”  she grabs his arm

“There’s nothing to work out Alicia” he gently removes her grip on his bicep

“Where are you going to go? I am coming with you” she asked reaching for her purse

He put his hand on hers to stop her from grabbing it “You're not coming with me. ‘M sorry goodbye Alicia thank yeh again”  

As he walks further away from her, her temper rises, intensifying her anger

“I'm gonna tell her about us!” she yells as he reaches the elevator “tell everyone about us!”

He freezes mid stride and turns to face her slowly. He can’t help but to look around his suite, it was only for him and Alicia but still often staff would come just to relax for lunch before resuming work.

“Tell them you love me!” she pauses and he can see her mind racing as she looks at him,  “and.. and..” her eyes brighten as the idea comes to her “and! that you love fucking me!”  

He chuckles and his eyes turn dark with anger. “Y/N will drag yeh to hell  f’yeh dare. No one will believe yeh.” he said in disgust

She drags her finger across the edge of her desk “I already told her” she shrugs smiling at him “at the reinvention party” she smirks and winks “you were busy entertaining and i walked over to her told her that before we arrived you had me bent over your desk fucking me soo good, hard and soo deep baby” she moans

His eyes bulge out of their sockets taking steps towards her “You’re lying!”

“I wouldn't lie about that your wife is a puppet your little puppy she wont do shit to me. you should have seen her sad wittle face” she makes a face pouting her lips  “you need a woman not a girl. She doesn't deserve you! I'm all woman you need Harry” she bites her lip her eyes looking him up and down

Harry shakes his and  turns around walking away from her, he realized it was a trap filled with false threats. As he got in his car he felt the weight the burden on his shoulders ease away as he sped to your office, but the closer he gets to you the more nervous he is. There is unresolved tension.

You’re caught off guard when he walks into your office startling you in the middle of your teleconference

“Hey!”  he greets you as he walks in slowly

“Hey” you greeted back quickly muting your phone. You were confused as he held a cheeky grin.

“Can you eat?”

“It's 10”  you say noting it was still morning

He shrugs “brunch then?”

“Uh..” you look at your paperwork “I'm on a conference call”

He shrugged still smiling “I can wait”

“Ok” the teleconference is long and Harry is anxious he can't sit still for long and you notice but try not to say anything because you’re actively participating in the call. He explores your office looking at the pictures and decorations. Wedding pictures of you two along with his accomplishments are displayed proudly across the room. He chuckles at the pictures of you laughing with cake smeared all over your face. A wedding prank.

You look at him confused and he picks it up you smile in response. Another 30 minutes and the conference is over. “Sorry”

“It's ok pet” he smiles cheekily

“Ready?”

You’re hesitant this is unusual for him to do this “It's still early H”

“Please? It’s 11 now pleeeasse” he pleads

You looked at the clock and sigh “sure”

“Are yeh ready?”  he asked holding his hand out

You looked for your purse and grabbed it “yes”

“Do yeh have a lot to do today?” he asked as you walked to him

“Not really”  

He grabs your hand “Can yeh take the rest of the day off?” he looks at you

“Yea, i guess” you could work from home if needed

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The car ride is silent you can feel him look over at you but your eyes never leave the side of the road only for a brief second when he grabs your hand caressing it. This wasn’t normal you felt nervous. You’re mind raced the way things were going for all you knew he was planning on handing you divorce papers and maybe that’s why he was oddly ecstatic.

At the restaurant you observe his demeanor, he is chipper giggling, chatting, laughing. And you're suspicion grows

You finally break the silence “Are you ok?”

He smiles at you “ ‘M perfect luv!” he pauses and in a serious tone he says “But we need to talk”

You nod, look down at the menu and take a deep breath  “I know” here goes nothing

“Before i tell you the good news. I just wanted to apologize for the past few months they haven't been easy on both of us but mostly you”

You nod holding your breath

“I haven't been a great husband or rather decent husband to yeh. So ‘m so sorry pet i’ll spend the rest of my life making it up if i need to”

You let your breath go relaxing a bit barely smiling at him but you nod in response

“Umm another thing”  he says nervously “did yeh talk to Alicia the night of the party” he just had to know before he tells you that he quit

“Yea” you shrug

He speaks slowly and softly as if it was a secret “What did she say to yeh?”

You shake your head looking at the menu responding quickly lying “Can’t remember”

He knows you better than you thought he did.He knew you were lying. He shakes his head disapproving, a weighted sigh escapes his lips “Yeh should have told me what she said pet”

You look up and shake your head rolling your eyes

“I would have checked her” he says

“No you wouldn't H”  you sigh “you aggressively protected her anytime i said anything so it didn't matter and you wouldn't believe me anyway doesn’t matter, whats your good news”

At that moment he realized just how much you two were disconnected from each other and he was to blame for that. It's silent for a little while you both play on your phones wasting time while you wait for your food to arrive

“So” he begins again  “I quit...”

“What?!” you say in a soft tone not believing him

“I quit!”  he grins so hard that boyish smile that always gets to you

“Why'd you.....?” you're confused

“It's not worth losing you over it first and most importantly. Second it's not worth it period” he shrugs before taking a sip of his wine

The look on your face lets him know you're still confused by the sudden decision

He chuckled “it's not worth it pet trust me”

“What about your artists your investors?”

He sighed “they'll still be there”

“Oh” You nod and look at the table gathering your thoughts “So what are you going to do?”

“Statement along with letters re’comin out tomorrow, new company is in the works” his phone rang “Excuse me.... hello?...Hey Sean.... yes Sean I quit... not now Sean talk later buh bye. Where was I? oh yea my artists know they can walk away there hasn't been any contract changes that bind them to that company”

You nod

“From now on you'll be involved in everything that has to do with me,  well our company”

You shake your head “Oh No! I'm not”

“It's to prevent something like this from happening in the future”

“Okay still can’t believe you quit”

He laughs “I quit!”

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You two were supposed to be getting back into the groove of things supposed to be happier no more drama no more arguing no more berating right? WRONG WRONG and more WRONG  instead you two were at each other's throats. Some days all it took was for the other to breath and you were back at it.

“COUNSELING!” you scream over him as you two were going at each other at the moment

“What?!” you catch him off guard

“We need counseling or therapy I can't do this everyday!... I can't...”

He squares his shoulders and turns to face you  “So what you're giving up?”

“No! No but we need help we can't fight everyday for hours its not good!”

“Fine! yeh tell me when and where I'm leaving” he says before grabbing his things, the door slams and it startles you, the final straw and you breakdown yet again

You find the best therapist Chicago has to offer you even pay an extra fee to bump you up the list of patients

The day comes and you and Harry sit across from each other filling out paperwork

“Styles” you hear Dr. Mitchell call to you  

You both stand up

“Hello I'm Dr. Mitchell” he shakes both of your hands “please come in”

“Thank you” you say as you walk in

You sit on one end of the couch Harry sits on the arm chair

“Ok so tell me how can I help you? I will review your  paperwork later”

Harry scoffs

“I'm sorry Mr. Styles what was that? Do you have something to share with us?”

“This is her idea!”

“Mrs. Styles what's your idea?”

“We need help with our marriage” you speak softly

“We don't need help! Just another person to stick their nose in our business!”

“Mr. Styles I see you feel very strongly about this!”

“We are fine!”

“Are you?” Dr. Mitchell looks at you

“No!” you finally speak up

“So let's start why don't you tell me how things are now”

You and harry both tell your personal versions of what’s been happening

“Oh so you're the Styles that left Pandemonium?”

“Yes”

“Wow so how has that affected your marriage?”

You're both silent before you speak

“It ruined it”

“How so Mrs. Styles?”

You look at Harry “I feel like I just don't matter to him”  

“Mr. Styles”

“She's being too sensitive!”

“How am I being too sensitive you berate me everyday!”

Like a natural reaction he scoots over to the edge of the chair getting ready for another battle “I DO NOT! Don't yeh fucking dare! I don't have time to hold your hand ‘nd baby yeh all the fucking time you're a grown woman!”

Just like he scooted over to the edge of the chair you retreat back leaning against the couch cowering away “I know that!” you say feeling yourself get upset

“I'm going to intervene here before you two start” Dr.Mitchell says  

You huff in response

“Harry why don't you tell me what you think started the disconnect”

He's quiet for a while before he speaks. “It all started with the merge proposal”

Dr. Mitchell looks at you “Is he right?”  

“Yes”  you nod

“And now tell me how the relationship took a decline”

Harry shrugs “Ummm I started spending more time at work and not at home”

“Mrs. Styles”

You nod agreeing

“When did the communication change Mrs. Styles? When did it change from Harry being the loving husband you knew to you to now?”

You shake your head crying you knew exactly the day he changed

“It's ok this is a safe place”

You nod and speak softly “the day I took him lunch and he just snapped at me, hasn't been the same after that”

“What did he say?”

“I can't remember exactly” you lie  “he just told me to leave him alone”

“Mr. Styles?”

Harry scoffed “I don't remember that!”

“You don't?”

“No i wouldn't snap at her! She's lying!”  

“Are you sure?”

“Yes”

“100% positive?”  Dr. Mitchell asks as you watch the two go back and forth

What are you deaf?”

“No i'm asking because you just did.. not too long ago”

“That wasn't me snapping I was just...” he tries defending himself

Dr. Mitchell interrupts him “you think it's fun for her to hear you speak to her like this. Your aggressive demeanor your aggressive tone? Would you like for her to talk to you this way”

Harry sighs running his hand down his face “She does it to me somedays”

“I want both of you to go home and not scream or show any aggression towards each other. I also believe I need to speak to you two separately so my nurse will schedule that with you two.”

Harry nods and jumps up “are we done here?”

“Yes Mr. Styles”

He leaves as you try to gather yourself

“I'm sorry he's normally not like this” you say blotting your face with the tissue

“I know Mrs. Styles don't worry”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The next week~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You both sit silently in Dr. Mitchell’s office. He  had asked you how you both were doing. You refused to answer as you look at your trembling  hands. Your anxiety was taking over and you were trying your best to calm down.

“Ok well why don’t we start with you Mr. Styles”

“Alright” he shrugs “what do yeh care to know?”

“So tell me about yourself how did you become the man you are today”  

Harry started with his career singing for fun to the business proposal that allowed him to create his own record label and build assetts to now his current status

“When did you meet your wife Y/N?”

“Oh uhhh” he thinks for awhile his lips pouting a little “Right when I became the CEO I think”

“Interesting Mrs. Style what about you tell me your story”

You clear your throat “not much to say just boring life school and work. I  met Harry when I was completing my Masters degree we were friends for awhile and then we took it to the next level”

“How was the relationship when you first started dating  compared to now?”

Harry smiles “Electrifying, passionate, exhilarating”

Dr. Mitchell nods “What about now?”

Harry looks at you “she can tell yeh better than me it was her idea to come here”

“Mrs. Styles?”

“Uh” you look at Harry who is staring you down then at Dr. Mitchell “umm humdrum, lifeless, dry, exhausting, bitter”

Harry scoffs

“So Mr. Styles even though you might not agree with her I am here to help and I do believe getting to the root cause can help us mend things and even make it better.”

You nod agreeing

Dr. Mitchell then goes into theories and ways to fix your relationship and you zone out. All you can think of is what happened two days ago when you went to see your doctor and the next thing you knew you were dealing with a panic attack and the thought of them, telling Harry terrified you.

“Mrs. Styles ... Mrs. Styles Im done you are free to go”

“Oh! Thanks” you say quickly gathering your belongings

“That’s right I remember... Dr. Cannon called me told me what happened”

Your head snaps to look at Harry who’s walking away his back to you and you hope he didn't hear a thing

“Are you alright?”

“Yea!” you nod aggressively

“I have an opening do you want to talk about it”

“No not really”

He nods “ok well im here if you need to talk I’m sorry that happened to you”  

“Thanks its not your fault bad nerves” you chuckle  

He smiles and nods

As the week passes you try to control your anxiety but it gets the best of you some days. However today was one of those days. The days when you wake up and you cry because your mind is filled with nothing but negative thoughts. You didn’t even sleep seeing that you were in bed by 1:00am and up by 4:00am. You try to think positive but you can’t and as you work you feel uneasy. You text Harry asking if he is okay thinking it was some kind of intuition that something was wrong but you got nothing in response so when you call him a couple hours later you’re met with a generic text “Call you later” you feel a little better but still nothing helps this feeling. As you walk to your meeting across the building is when it happens you start seeing black spots before everything goes black. When you finally wake up you’re in the hospital . On your way there you go through consciousness and  unconsciousness you open your eyes and you’re in the ambulance and its all dark again then again with doctors hovering over you. You feel cold for awhile but it’s all unclear to you.

 You don’t know whats happening until you open your eyes and look around. You look down and see an IV in your arm. Your head is throbbing and when you go to touch your face  you wince retracting your hand it was painful and it had padding on the surface. You look around and realize you’re in the hospital.  The machine beeps above  you the blood pressure cuff tightens and relaxes and you look up once again still confused about what is truly happening.

The door opens and your eyes dart towards it “Oh you’re up!” a nurse you assume he had on blue scrubs  “ Hi Im Rodriguez I will be your nurse for the evening” you look at him as he checks your IV pump “Can you tell me your name and date of birth?”

“Y/N Styles (your d.o.b)”

“Mrs. Styles you are in Truth Hospital, you were transported here because you passed out at work and you had a pretty nasty fall the coffee cup you were holding crashed into your face as you fell. Luckily its just a few stiches and you’ll be back to new. I am going to call the doctor ask him to come and assess you.”

“Truth Hospital”

“Yes Mrs. Styles, Truth Hospital. You had a minor concussion so try not to move around too much”

You nod

“Your boss and coworkers did call your husband and”

“OH NO!” you say “I gotta get out of here!” you pull back the covers and sit up

“Calm down”  he says pushing your shoulders back. “They were not able to get in touch with him, but  we did. He is on the way” he smiles at you

Tears form “no you don’t understand I’m fine I can go home, my husband doesn't need to come” the thought of Harry walking through that door terrified you more than what was going on. You would rather not say a thing to him about your ailment than  to inconvenience him

“I’m sorry he’s on the way we were able to get in touch with him. But if you don’t want him to be here we can arrange that as well”

“No no no please just let me go home I’m fine now i can walk” you swing your legs over to the side of the bed.  

“Mrs. Styles its going to be okay , just try to relax, did you hear what I said” he tries soothing you by rubbing your arm 

“What did you say?”

“If you choose to not have visitors we can arrange that”  

You sigh there’s no other option but to deal with him when he gets here. “No it’s ok he’s on the way” He would know that you denied him access. However  you could leave disappear but that would be another monster to tackle and you can’t tackle two at the same time so its better to deal with the one for now.

“Its okay Mrs. Styles its okay” Rodriguez tries to calm you down

You lay back and just cry things got way worse than you had anticipated.

An hour later and you can hear his voice outside your door. The door opens and he walks in.

“What happened?” he looks bewildered maybe because it looks like you got surgery. Your face is slightly swollen is all bandaged up with blood spots.

Tears well up and your heart begins to race your fingertips tingle “I’m sorry, I’ll get better, you dont have to worry about me”

He disregards what you say and walks out his voice is elevated “I would like to speak with the doctor NOW!”

“We are paging him right now Mr. Styles”

He walks back in “what the fuck happened to yeh?”

“I fell” you did fall however the reason behind why you fell was something you had wished to not share with him

“Yeh fell?” he looks at you in disbelief

You nod

“That’s it?!”

You nod again

He huffs knowing you were not telling him the whole truth “what happened to your face then?”

“Coffee cup, broke and i fell on it”

He looks confused how did you falling result in an hospital admission. More importantly why were your co workers and boss blowing up his phone leaving countless messages as if you were on your death bed and why did the ED nurses call him stating it was an urgent matter? If you just fell. 

Another hour passes with no conversation between you two before you hear a knock on the door, you see the white lab coat before the doctor walks in “Hello I’m Dr. Brim”

“Hi Harry Styles” Harry shakes his hand  “Doctor what’s going on here?”

“Oh you’re the husband!”

“Yes!”

“Mrs. Styles can I share with him the information I have?”  Harry looks at you intensely, You nod agreeing “Great uh well like i told your wife, her blood sugar dropped tremendously and the labs suggest that she hasn’t been eating,” He shuffles through paperwork in his hand “from her last visit with Dr. Cannon last week she has lost roughly 9 pounds so that suggests that she isn’t eating well, along with that lack of sleep, and high stress levels are causing exhaustion. When your mind races all the time eventually it has an affect on your body as well”

Harry looks at you and you feel embarrassed as if it was a teacher exposing all of your bad habits to your parent.

“We are going to keep her here to monitor her, make sure she gets some rest, and definitely fluids maybe 2 more days and she can go home?”

Harry nods.

“Ok if you have any questions i am here to help or you can ask Rodriguez”

He walks out and Harry sighs heavily. “I’m so sorry Harry”

He shakes his head

“I know you have a lot to do... you don’t have to stay” “Maybe i should go” he grumbles and he’s mad at you but mostly himself he should have answered not only when you called but when everyone else was calling him. He didn’t like that you were pushing him away in your time of need. Giving him the option to leave you all alone didn’t sit well with him either.

You fall asleep listening to the TV run through shows. You wake up with a gasp, a nightmare a regular thing that happened when you slept, which causes your heart rate to shoot up and you clutch your chest trying to catch your breath. The machine beeps loudly and Rodiriguez rushes in.

“Mrs. Styles are you ok?”

You nod “nightmare” you pull your knees to your chest

“Try taking some deep breaths, i need you to lie down” he says pushing your shoulders back

“Its okay just try to relax” and as he’s rubbing your arm he looks at Harry disapprovingly as he sits watching you two. He can feel the judgment behind Rodriguez gaze he should be up besides you too helping you calm down but he’s stunted by his emotions. He didn’t know things were this bad with you, he feels guilt an immense amount of it, he flashes back to all the times he could have said kind words but chose not to out of ego and frustration.

“Its okay in and out” Rodriguez coaches you. His phone rings and he excuses himself from the room

Harry watches you some more you fidget with your fingers your leg bounces up and down there are tears streaming down  your face and wiping them away is not having an effect on them its like a waterfall.  He jumps up and walks out the room. He returns later with a blanket in hand.

“Im really sorry Harry you can go home its more comfortable than the chair. I’ll be okay”  He says nothing as you watch him remove his belt and shoes, he takes off his shirt leaving on his undershirt and trousers. He walks over to you.

“Scoot over please” he says lowering the bed guard

You’re shocked “Harry  you dont have to” you watch as he climbs on “I know you’re tired, you really don’t have to, I’m ok really just a stupid nightmare” His expression holds one of conflict and you feel as it is because of you. He ignores you and lies down giving you no other option but to move over to create room for him. He covers both of you with the other blanket before pulling you close wrapping his arms around you holding on to you firmly, kissing your forehead multiple times. A soft “I love yeh” is what you hear before you focus on his heart beat. He wanted to say much more but “I love yeh” is all he can utter at the moment. Holding you close is all he can think to do to make things better.

[btsmutimagines]

Sweet Creature (M)

*I have no words*

Request: Can I get a Sub Jungkook smut where their on the couch and he cums in his pants while the reader is grinding on him on his lap and dirty talks to him in his ear??? Thanks☺️☺️☺️

Word Count: 6.9k words (heh heh)

Let me ruin you goddammit

Let's get one thing straight. You never claimed to be a good person, never did charity work, never been the perfect daughter for your parents. And you sure as hell wasn’t someone’s little girlfriend.

You did what you want, who you wanted and slipped out of their sheets before they murmur good morning in your ear. You were a ‘no strings attached' girl, making sure that you would never become someone's puppet. Of course, you weren't immune to the disease called ‘love', your innocent high school days plagued with your naive mindset of finding the ‘one'. It still haunts you, one of the reasons your night doesn't end with a shot of whisky and half a pack of beer. The only person who was willing to put up with you was your best friend, Jungkook.

He wasn't a saint either, having his fair share of drinks over the weekend but nurses you back to health unlike your fake ass friends. They drag you along just to abandon you in your worst state.

“Your liver is going to rot and one day you won't be able to drink at all.”

“That's the day I die, Jungkook.” Your spoon clinked against the inner bowl, shooting up to your sensitive headache. He made you hungover soup, the recipe probably ingrained in his head with the amount of time he's made it for you.

“Whatever you think the bottom of that beer bottle can fix, it's not working.”

“I’m not broken, Jungkook.”

“Don't act like this. I know you're still hurt.”

“He didn't mean anything to me, just like how I meant nothing to him.” You were proud that you could say that without your voice cracking. Your mind took you back to the time where you were searching for love.

He was an older man, you were just a junior in high school and he was a second-year college student. The age gap was a concerning fact to people that knew you but he made you happy. Giving you gifts, kissing you until you couldn't breathe, taking you out to secret dates in the middle of the night. You were so in love, taking away most of your firsts and being the first man you ever slept with.

A lot changed after he crept into your bed, he became more distant and cold. The only time he’d touch you is when he was fucking you. He always had his excuses and you always had the heart to believe him.

It was only 6 months in when you decided to visit him at the dorms, you caught him with his dick up a girl's ass.

He didn't stop, letting his cum leak from her asshole before he looked at you. It only took a look that told you everything about what you were. You were in a sea of girls, another one to add to the list of girls he slept with.

Why did you think that you were special? That to someone, you're more than just a body to satisfy sexual desires, rather a person they wanted to be with every day and every night. You weren't more than that and he told you all of that with a single glance.

“I don't have to spell it out for you, do I?”

“You’ve made yourself clear.”

“Shut the door as you leave.” You felt sick just thinking about it, remembering how giddy you were when he’d touch you, kiss you, hold you. Now you knew he was just looking for a way to slither his fingers into your pants, successfully getting what he wants and finding another girl who would replace you just like that.

“It's been years, Jungkook. I don't care about him anymore.”

“Okay, fine. You don't care about him but I care about you.”

“Jungkook.”

“Let's stop drinking. I’ll spend every minute with you if I have to, I don't want to come over to find you black out drunk and unresponsive. Or you get alcohol poisoning again.”

“It's my fix.”

“Thought you said it wasn't.”

“Heals from the stresses of everyday life. It's not mending my heart.”

“I’ll be your fix. Whenever you feel like drinking, just call me instead.”

"Even if it's 2 am?"

“I’ll run over here in my pyjamas.”

“You're an idiot.”

“I just don't like seeing you like this.” You sighed, Jungkook was a good person. A least by your book, he's never made you feel less of a person because of your habits. Acknowledges he's not perfect either and helps you out whenever you call. He's the type of good guy that your teenage heart would have fallen for, its pure state believing he could never hurt you but you trade your heart for a bottle of liquor.

The bottle was much sweeter than a pair of lips, more satisfying than the touch of other and more beautiful than any man. You felt in love with the rush, the burn of liquor down your throat as a pleasurable pain and its buzz. Everything slowed down, your body feeling looser and you were happier.

The sweet burn was the same flame as young love, only it tasted so much sweeter.

You looked at Jungkook, seeing the seriousness in his eyes. You heart it yourself, he cares about you.

“We’re going cold turkey?”

"More like a replacement for alcohol. I'll do it with you if you want me to."

“Okay.” You finished the last of your soup, washing the bowl and he sat down on your old leather couch. You followed suit, taking a seat next to him and watching one of your and his favourite anime.

“It still hurts, why did she have to say that lie?”

“She was afraid to tell him the truth. What if he didn't love her back?”

“But they had such a connection, a bond that's unmistakable.”

"First of all, she was dying, Jungkook. The last thing a dying 14 years old should experience is heartbreak."

“This show is stupid.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“Am not.” He wiped his tears with the back of his hand, you handing him your tissue box and he blew his nose.

“My overgrown child.” You tried to hug him, getting a squirming Jungkook into your arms eventually.

“Shoot, I got to meet Jisoo, I’ll catch you later?”

“Yeah, sure. Don't keep her waiting, Jungkook.”

“Wait, do I look like I cried?”

“You could just lie and say you got high, you know?”

“______.”

“Just one second.” You stood in front of him, fixing his hair to part a little and you adjusted his collar.

“Be yourself, Jungkook.”

“Yes, Mother.”

"Don't be an ass, I'm just trying to be your wing woman."

“Wish me luck?” You did as he asked, seeing him rush to the florist before meeting his crush. Jisoo was a nice girl when she wanted to be, a pure snake in your eyes but you didn't want to dampen the light in his eyes whenever he heard her name.

You dragged yourself off the couch, disregarding any more thought of Jungkook and his secretly poisonous crush. You grab any liquor you had around the house, looking for any secret stash you have hidden from Jungkook after he dumped your wine cellar one time.

Carrying them in bags, you make your way to the bar.

“We’re not open– Well, look what the draft brought in.”

“Nice to see you too, Sana.” Sana was your old friend, a bartender at night and enjoyed drinking a lot. You never drink anything that she hasn't mixed unless it's straight from a bottle or can.

“I didn't think you would start drinking at 11:30 in the morning now. Or did something else bring you here?”

“I came bearing gifts.” You rise up your bag of bottles, placing them on the counter. She cocked an eyebrow, looking into the bag and gasped.

“You brought all you have?”

"I'm trying to cut back. You know, re-invent me."

“Did Jungkook have something to do with that?” She bumped your elbow and you scoffed at her. You don't know where she got the misconception of you and Jungkook were together. Regardless of how many times you disprove her claims, she still believes you two are a thing.

“Sana.”

“He does, doesn't he?”

“Doesn't matter. Can't a woman change without a man being the cause?”

“Not if the man is Jungkook. You know you're whipped for him.”

“We’re best friends, Sana. Besides, he likes Jisoo now.”

“Jisoo? Couldn't protect from the sleaziest girl I ever met?”

“He wants to fall in love, Sana.”

“Then why can't it be you?”

“I don't need love from someone else to live. I don't need someone to love me.”

“Quit acting tough, love isn't stripping you of anything but giving you something that you can't find in books, your family or the most expensive alcohol. It's something you don't want to lose once you have it.”

“Sana.”

“I know, I know. I sound like an old lady but it's true.”

“Before you break down into tears, how much for my collection?”

“700.”

“How generous.”

“Considering I have most of these in stock, couldn't hurt to have extras plus I gave you the friend upgrade.”

“I’m honoured.” You pretended to be flattered, Sana counting out the money before you held a crisp 700 in your hands.

“And hey, good luck on getting reinvented.”

"Thanks." You left the bar, the money heavy in your pockets and you bit your lip. You didn't know why it didn't take Jungkook much to convince you to withdraw from alcohol, you usually get cut off before you couldn't drink anymore.

Maybe you wanted to spare Jungkook the embarrassment of always picking up his drunken friend from wherever you were that night. Maybe you were sick of making Jungkook take care of you because no one else will. Maybe you were tired of taking away from Jungkook's life, being a vicious cycle to his weekends. He deserves to relax on the weekends, has a bit of fun if he wants, not take care of a nobody like you.

Jungkook had a life outside of yours and your life was nothing without him. If he wasn't there, there was no one else. Sana was always working behind the counter, unable to take you away from people looking to take advantage of the drunk girl at the bar or drive to the party you're at.

Even now, he wants to be your replacement for alcohol. He's only doing this because he feels like he has to. You don't want to be another thing he has to take care of. You wanted to be someone that he could depend on, less of a responsibility and more of a friend.

You called him later, the boy rushing over to your apartment. You opened your door, his eyes showing that he just woke up and he gave you a sheepish smile.

“Makeshift alcohol at your service.”

“Where's your sock?”

“Oh, I uh forgot about it.” He scratched the back of his neck and you cracked a smile.

"Make yourself comfortable, Mr Wine."

“Wine?”

“Remember the red hair–”

“That was a mistake, okay. I just wanted a lighter brown.”

"Jungkook, it was cute. Especially with your Halloween costume."

“Officer Jungkook, your secret fantasy, huh?”

“Shut up.” He sat down on the couch, you sat next to him with your body turned to him. He faced you as well with his legs crossed.

“You can't lie to a cop, ______.”

“You're not a cop, you're an overgrown child.”

“I’m older than you.”

“Mere days.”

“37 days.”

“Okay, grandma.” You muttered, getting your ear flicked and you blew a raspberry at him.

“Sana told me you stopped by.” Of course, she did.

“I sold my collection to her. At least my hard stuff, kept my wines.”

“I thought I was your wine.”

“You're not a taste for everyone, Jungkook. Can't share my wine with everyone.” You saw his ears turn pink and he coughed.

“Your wine?”

“Do you want to be Jisoo’s?”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I don't know. How was your date with Jisoo?”

“She came in a cute sundress with polka dots and her hair just brushing her shoulders...” He said more than this, your mind trailing off as you watched how animated he was when he spoke about her. You meant it when you call him an overgrown child, his thought process still innocent and naive as a child.

He's had his fair share of girls, some long term and some just a short fling. You never saw him sad about any of those relationships, easily slipping back into his normal life but you knew it weighed him down. Maybe he wasn't smiling as much or he stayed home more often but he'd never tell you if it hurt.

“Are you having withdrawals?”

“Just thinking.”

“Would you like to share?”

“Did you ask her out again?”

“Yeah, we’re meeting up next Saturday. You’ll be out of your favourite that night.”

“My Saint Aix is still in my cellar,” He rolled his eyes, you giggling when he pouted and he smiled.

“Where's your date? Please don't tell me it's going to be the–”

“Diner that sells milkshakes and burgers.” You both said simultaneously and you groaned at his cheeky grin.

“Jesus, Kookie. You don't take a girl like Jisoo to a place like that, she's high maintenance.”

“She's humble, ______.”

“And I hate alcohol.” You mockingly retorted, giving him a look of disapproval.

“Okay, where do you think I should take her?”

“What kind of food does she like?”

“I don't know… apples?”

“I didn't know you were dating a horse, Jungkook. I knew you were into furries but I didn't think you go as far as bestiality–”

“It was just a suggestion, God. She's talked about Greek food once.”

“Perfect. I know a guy that works at the new Greek restaurant on the skirts of town, I could get you a reservation.”

“No strings attached?”

“I’m just trying to let the love flow.” You made waves with your arms, Jungkook covering his face in embarrassment and you pulled his hands away.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“How do I look?” You were sitting on Jungkook's couch, watching a show about music videos when he came in, fidgeting and you got up. You held his hands for a moment to stop him from fidgeting and you gave him a stern look.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?”

“Stop being nervous. It's not the first date you’ve been on.”

“I just really like her… She's beautiful and all but she's deep too. She loves poetry, draws and has the cutest laugh.” You almost snorted, knowing that she can't draw to save her life, she could have google searched poetry and her laugh is the most obnoxious sound you ever heard. His hopeful look made you hold back your tongue, fixing his hair and giving him two thumbs up.

“Be a gentleman, not a dork, Kook.”

“I’m the coolest guy you know, ______.”

“Yoongi and Jin are pretty cool…”

“You're into dads now?”

“Maturity doesn't make you a dad, Jungkook. It makes you seem adult like and responsible.”

“No wonder you can't get a guy, they're all boring.”

“Shut up.” You hit him, he had no filter. He hugged you, leading to you hitting him more until he released you from his embrace. You stilled for a moment, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his cologne. He knew how much you loved the scent, sometimes he would give you his hoodie covered in the scent to cheer you up.

“Your hands are wrinkling my shirt, ______.”

"Oh, shit, sorry." He let you pull back, you let go of his shirt that your hand clutched onto and he coughed.

“I better get going, my lady awaits.”

“I’ll man the fort.” You saluted him, Jungkook returning the gesture before leaving you alone. He trusted you in his apartment, leaving you free will on raiding his food. You looked for his snack collection and seeing it on the highest shelf in his cupboard. Damn him.

You grabbed one of the barstools he had, pushing it up the counter and proceeding to step on it. The stool began to shake as you reached out to the snacks. Reaching the top shelf, you grabbed whatever was within your reach before getting off the wobbly stool.

Eying what you grabbed, you began with the Chips Ahoy and saw it was completely empty. You shook it off and checked the next pack, the container also empty.

Did he have a pigging out fest without you?

You settled on his leftovers, eating chicken parmesan and scrolling through Twitter. It was only Friday night but you could see your friends already drunk from their tweets.

Sighing, you turn off your phone and glanced at the ceiling instead.

Your mind drifted to strange places, fantasizing about meeting someone in a foggy forest. The trees, long and Obsidian, with their vibrant leaves have the seemingly dead forest some life.

A brown head of hair sat near one of the largest trees, a corner of a sketchbook visible to you. Your eyes traced the strong back of the faceless boy and you stepped closer. The boy seemed unfazed by the loud crunch of leaves under your feet as you approached him.

When you reached out to touch him, he began to turn to face you.

“I’ve been waiting for you, ______.” Why did it sound so real?

“Hey. Wake up.” Your eyes shot open, when did you doze off? You rubbed your eyes, looking at Jungkook’s lower half before looking up.

“Jungkook?”

“Unless some handsome devil like myself has a pair of keys that fit my lock, I’m pretty sure I’m me.”

“How was it?”

“I’ll tell you in the morning. Seems like you had a pretty eventful night.”

“Oh, shut up.” You tiredly hit him, hitting what you believe was his thigh and he laughed.

“I like ‘just woke up from a nap’ you better than ‘awake’ you.”

“I like it better when you don't speak.”

“So grouchy. Someone needs more sleep, although it won't help with your beauty.”

“If I wasn't sleepy, I would sock you in your jaw.”

“I meant you're already beautiful.”

“Let's just say that's what you meant.”

"You must be really tired. Come on." He lifted you up, you wrap your arms around Jungkook's neck as he carried to his bed. He lied you down and you pulled his arm.

“You don't have to sleep on the couch, Kookie.”

“I–I think it's improper–”

“Our whole relationship is improper. Just sleep here, we can make a pillow divider.”

“Fine...” He slipped into bed, taking up the right side and placing pillows between the two of you.

“Goodnight, Kookie.”

“Night.” You turned to your side, easing back into sleep. The next morning you woke up with Jungkook pressed up against you.

He snores softly in your ear, probably sleeping peacefully and you thought of just staying like that for a bit. While he was asleep, you didn't have to hear about Jisoo, how “great” she is or how much he likes her. You were sick of hearing about the fake–

His phone rang, waking up Jungkook and he bumped his forehead against the back of your head.

“What?”

“Answer the phone, Jungkook.” You handed his phone over, him answering it.

“Hello? Jisoo? Morning, Soo Soo.” You got up, going to the bathroom and blocking out Jungkook's conversation. You stupidly smile at the toothbrush Jungkook bought for when you stayed over since you're “a non-paying roommate”. You brushed your teeth and showered.

“I’ll be right there, wait for me.” You walked out the bathroom, seeing Jungkook struggling with his jeans and tossing his phone when he hung up.

“Improvised morning date, huh?”

“Gotta keep my girl happy.”

“Your girl?” They only had one and a half dates, how the hell are they an item already?

“I’ll explain it later– Good?”

“Jungkook.” You chewed your inner cheek, wanting to blurt out that he made a promise to you last night. Seeing how eager he is to run to her reminded you what you were in his life. Just his best friend, nothing more.

“Yes?”

“Don't forget your phone.”

“Shit, thanks. I’ll see you later?”

“Sure…” He smiled at you before rushing out the door and you sighed as you sat on the edge of his bed.

“He used to rush to me like that.” You mumbled to yourself.

You sat down on your couch, Jungkook's head in your lap. He came over, still keeping his promise as your makeshift bottle of wine.

“Why did you chop your hair off in middle school?”

“Why, did you dream about me?”

“I was just looking at our old photos and it's weird.”

“I thought it was nice.”

“A short perm.”

"Oh shut up. You didn't look away better, Mr Emo phrase."

“I put eyeliner on a few times and now it's some kind of sin that I’ve committed.”

“I meant your haircut, but you looked oddly cute.”

“That's a mild compliment but I’ll take it.”

“Hey, I danced with you at spring formal despite your hideous hairstyle.”

“Care to reenact that moment?” He held out his hand and you took it, the two of you dancing around your living room. He bumped into the coffee table, falling down and pulling you down with him.

“I don't think this was part of the dance.”

“Rewriting our memories, it can't always be a bad thing.” You didn't know what else to say, your mind registering how close you were to Jungkook's face. Your nerves went into overdrive, your body stiff against his and he didn't say for you to get off him.

“Hey, ______, I um–” His phone rang, both your heads turning to the coffee table and you got off him. You both sat on the floor, Jungkook answering his call with you listening.

“Hey, Jisoo... What? Where is she right now? … I’ll be right there.”

“Something wrong?”

“Sorry, Jisoo got really drunk and no one else can take her home. Do you want me to come back?”

“It's getting late anyways, make sure she's safe.”

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear.” You watched him rush out to her once again, this time it felt like a knife to the heart. He was used to this with you, dropping whatever he was doing just to carry you home and now he's doing the same for her.

In the back of your mind, you wished you could rewrite this memory.

Okay, you were a tad bit jealous when you watched Jungkook rush over to Jisoo because he's being a lovesick puppy and you should be as important to him by best friend code.

Now, you're just angry. For the past four days, you were calling, texting, messaging and even sent a damn letter to get Jungkook to answer you.

You unlocked the door, having the copy of his keys and bursting into his room.

“Morning, dick bag. Did you toss your phone into the ocean or something?”

“______–”

“What a pleasant surprise, I had no idea you spoke to a person who has the flu like that.” Your eyes landed on Jisoo, the bitch sitting so close to Jungkook despite him being sick. If you hadn't walked in, you were sure they would cuddle or something.

“You have the flu?”

“Surprise?”

“I’ll get you some more soup, Kookie.” She brushed past you and looked at him.

“I didn't purposely miss all your calls, except the first one because I knew you would come over and nurse me back to health. Jisoo took my phone after she came over.”

“Pathetic. And you thought I would just be okay with that? I called everyone else and they haven't seen you either. Now I know why.”

“Are you mad?”

“That my best friend has let some girl he met two months ago become more important than me, someone he knew him since he was three. Of course not, I'm on fucking cloud 9, Jungkook.”

“Don't be like that.”

“Be like what?”

“Fucking clingy. I don't want you to try to take care of me, you can't even take care of yourself.”

“Excuse me for caring about you.”

“Why do you care? You're not my girl.”

“And I’m so fucking glad I’m not. Especially if this is how you would treat your friends. Enjoy your nurse fantasy, Jungkook.” You walked out the room, fuming and ready to punch everything.

“He's not dead, is he?” In your blinding anger, you forgot that Hoseok drove you over.

Hoseok was in your friend group with the current dead man Jungkook. He was close to the two of you, often putting him in the middle of your spats but those spats never lasted long usually.

“He's pretty much dead to me. He got the flu.”

“Type A Influenza?”

“It's not that serious, Hobi.” Sitting in the car, you strapped on your seat belt and tapped your fingers against the dashboard.

“Then why are you angry?”

“Because the snake was lying next to him like some kind of fake ass nurse.”

“Wow, she's already in his bed. Kookie is a rolling stone, next she’ll give him a bath.”

“Hoseok.”

“Oh come on, ______. He likes her. Is there a problem with that?”

“That isn't an excuse for ignoring me for days. I had to go to the post office to get stamps. The lady laughed at me.”

“Well not everyone mails letters to someone who lives blocks away.”

“It's whatever. He can keep kissing her ass.”

“He might be doing that right now.”

“You're the worst.”

“Come on, let’s have a cup of coffee.” He drove to your favourite coffee shop, the cute bell on the door ringing as you two walked in. You ordered one of your usuals, the cold drink in your hand and Hoseok touched your hand.

“You're going to crush your cup with that grip of yours.”

“He just makes me so mad.”

“Are you sure you're mad at Jungkook or is it really jealousy?”

"Listen, Dr Phil, I think it's ridiculous that he's willing to go off the grid for half a week for some girl."

“If it was you, would you mind?”

“Yeah, I would. Because it's downright shitty to let your life revolve around someone else. So much to the point where you ignore everyone else that cares about you.”

“Love makes you do stupid shit.”

“Does it make you hurt the ones you care about?”

“What did he say?”

"Why would I want to take care of him when he's sick when I can't even take care of myself."

“He didn't mean it.”

"I don't think the flu robs you of your mind."

“It could.”

“Hobi.”

“Knowing that kid, he’ll feel horrible about it and try to make it up to you.”

Except he didn't try. At all. You heard nothing from him, having to get status updates from Jimin because he hoped that would make you lively again.

You went back to Sana, the bar closed since it was daytime.

“Can I just say how much I want to disappear? Like, I'm sick of being in this city.”

“Take Jungkook with you.”

“You want him dead?”

“Don't blame him. That snake probably poisoned him with her soup.”

“I would believe that but he hasn't talked to me in weeks.”

“He could be busy too?”

“You mean being Jisoo’s newest accessory? Yeah, I’ve seen the photos.”

“You could confront him at the dinner tonight.” Hoseok got promoted a few days ago, wanting to celebrate today since it was one of the few nights where Sana was free.

“And ruin Hoseok’s night? I could never do that to him.”

“Better than not going at all.”

“Funny, you say that…”

“You're going even if I have to change you myself and drag you.”

“She’ll be there.”

“So what? It's about Hobi.”

“I might drink.”

“It's been two months since you’ve gotten drunk. I'm pretty sure you don't need the alcohol to let you enjoy the night. And you could ignore them without getting drunk. I’ll be there.”

“Flirting with Hoseok no less.”

“It was one time.” You rolled your eyes, knowing that was a lie. The only reason he didn't celebrate the night of his promotion was because Sana couldn't make it.

Every time those two are together, they are lost in each other. Most of the time you would find them immersed in the strangest conversation and it takes you and he who shall not be named to distract them both to pull one of them away.

“Okay, sure. So, I have an important date with my couch and some popcorn.”

“You're going.”

“Make me.”

You learned something new about Sana. She means what she says in threats. It was unpleasant to have her literally change you and then proceed to drag you into her car but you were here now.

You tried to not dampen the atmosphere, ignoring Jungkook and talking to everyone else. He didn't really seem to care about your presence either, consumed by the leech attached to his left arm.

“A toast to Hoseok.” Your other confidant, Jin held out a piece of toast which lead to the table groaning at his corny joke. The only one who laughed was the snake herself, saying Jin was really funny. Even Jin himself knows those lame jokes are anything but funny, still taking to the compliment in his right.

“Hyung, how did you get actual toast?” Namjoon, the weirdly nerdy, flirty and cute one of the group. He has a strange hot nerd vibe, yet can snatch any woman with his subtle flirting. At the same time, you’ve seen him fall over more than a newborn deer.

“Lame.” Another one of your mutual friends, Yoongi. He was on par with terrible puns like Jin but would rarely add to the flames. Acts cool but is really a loveable dork that works hard.

“It's not lame, it's comedy! Anyways, to answer your question, I'm pretty hot so any piece of bread that touches me will get toasted.”

“Why do we go out in public with you?”

“You can't disown your hyung.”

"I wish," Yoongi muttered under his breath and you turned to Sana. She was preoccupied as you expected but not in the matter you thought. Hoseok has his lips pressed against her neck, the two of them getting cozy in the left corner of the booth and you didn't dare to interrupt (it didn't stop you from taking a photo for evidence).

“Kookie~ Stop~”

“Getting shy, baby? Huh?” You needed to tune out the rest of their conversation, not wanting to throw up your dinner.

“Where are you going?”

“Getting a drink.”

“But I thought you stopped…”

“Not everyone can keep their promises.” You hoped he heard you, you really hoped he felt guilty. Instead, you got the back of his head and Jisoo’s giggling. The bartender looked at you, mixing your order and you downed the glass in one gulp.

“Another?”

"I think she needs some water instead." You froze, how the hell..? You turned to your left, seeing your living nightmare plopped himself into the seat right next to yours.

“It's been awhile.”

“What are you doing here?”

“A little bird told me. Said you haven’t been with anyone else for long since me.”

“Fuck off. Don't you have some slut to screw around with?”

“Not tonight. Maybe not eve again if you let us happen.”

“There wasn't an ‘us’, you fucking used me. Took my naivety and hopeless romantic views to make me believe that you weren't in it for my body.”

“I’ve changed.”

“So have I.”  You got up to return to the safety of your table when he grabbed your hair. He made you look at him, seeing nothing but anger filled lust ad you tried to make him let go.

“I’m not leaving her until you're on your knees, sucking my cock.” You saw a fist collide with his face, releasing the grip he had on your hair and you were being pulled out the restaurant.

“Why were you talking to him?”

“Why do you fucking care?”

“Because my best friend needs me.”

“I’m glad you still remember me, Jungkook. Maybe she didn't completely take over your mind.” He pulled you into a cab, telling the man his address and you pulled your wrist away from him.

“I know I’ve been horrible but I’ll make it up to you–”

“Quit feeding me your bullshit, Jungkook.”

“______.” The driver stopped, waiting for both of you to get out but you weren’t going to go anywhere with him,

“Come on.”

“Fuck off.”

“Don't be like this now.”

“Be like what? Rightfully angry with you? Get real.” He pulled your leg, taking off one of your shoes and walking off with your purse.

“HEY!” You pulled off the other shoe, running after him and he sprinted up to his apartment. He caught you by the couch, pulling you into his lap and you elbowed him in the chest.

“Give me back my shoe.”

“Not until you talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“______.”

“What? Did you forget that you left her there? Better run back there before she gets mad.”

“Stop moving.”

“Why? Does it bother you?” You moved in the little space you had in his lap until you felt the reason behind his statement.

“Oh, you pervert.”

“It's not my fault, you wore the fucking dress I like so much.”

“I wasn't looking for your attention but I have an eager audience now.” You turned to face him, grinding your hips against his hip and he bit his lip. His hands slid to your ass, his fingertips pressing into the flesh gently and you worked your hips more.

“F-Fuck. D-Don't–” You didn't know what got into you but you liked the sound of his whines.

“You like that, Kookie? Like the way my hips grind against your dirty cock?” You didn't peg Jungkook as one that wanted to be dominated since he always boasted about being the one in control.

Now, watching his breath hitch as you ground your hips against his cock. Hearing a soft whine as your teeth graze the flesh of his neck.

“Don't tease, baby.” You pulled his hair, making him create eye contact between the two of you.

“Tsk tsk. You're going to be a good boy for me. Understood?” He nodded, earning him a hard yank from you.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Y-Yes.”

“What a good boy.”

“Shit, baby.”

“You're so hard for me. Being my little bitch turns you on, huh? Always wanted to be dominated like one of those bitches you’ve fucked.”

“I’m gonna–” You ground against him harder until you noticed a dark patch on his pants.

“Can't even last long. You boast about how great you are but you couldn't even last 5 minutes with me.”

“I–I’m sorry.”

“Not good enough.” You got out of his lap, motioning from him to take off his pants and he did so speedily.

He was getting flaccid, his size still impressive in its normal state. You let one finger run across his cock continuously as he stood as still as possible.

“Did you expect me to want this in my mouth? Wanted me to get on my knees for you and suck your cock?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Spit in my hand.” He did so, you using said hand as you pumped his cock. You relished in the wet sound of his cock and his groans. He grew hard under your touch, cute whines left his pretty little lips and you pull his head down so you would kiss him.

He kissed you back with eagerness and ardour, you teasing him back with playful nibbles on his bottom lip. Your lips caught every moan until you could tell his breathing starting to grow heavier.

You halted your stroking, him looking at you.

“You're not coming again, selfish little boy.”

“Yes.” He said through gritted teeth and you smirked.

“Take off my clothes.” You said, Jungkook's hands immediately following your command. It wasn't a hard task, his fingers easily unzipping your dress to reveal your fiery red underwear. He couldn't glance at you for too long, seeing your expectant glare and leaving you bare quickly.

“Follow me.” You walked into his bedroom and stopped him in front of the bed. He stood in front of his bed as you crawled on top. You sat up on the edge with your legs spread and your fingers held your lower lips open.

“You know what I want from you, don't you?”

“Of course.” He walked in front of you and got his knees. Before he could let his tongue touch your cunt, you lifted up his chin to meet your eyes.

“I want you to look at me when you taste my dripping cunt.” He licked you slowly, teasing you first before you tugged on his hair to tell him to pick up the pace. You moaned as his tongue lapped against you, the tip making it way to your clit.

“Yes– Right there–Put your finger in me” You breathed out as his finger entered you slowly. He worked you open as he sucked on your clit with fervour, your eyes looking at his when you didn’t screw them shut.

“Like when I shove my cunt on your pretty face, huh? Using that filthy tongue to make me cum, god– Yes, fuck.” You threw your head back as he flicked your clit with tongue more.

“You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck, suck all the juices from my little cunt.” You said between heavy breaths and he happily licked all over your cunt with his eyes never leaving yours.

He pulled away, licking his lips and you noticed his hard cock making its presence known.

“How do you want it, baby?”

“I want you to ride me.”

“Lie down.” He did so, you crawling over to straddle him and angle his cock to your hole. He knew you took the pill, making skin to skin contact an option over the feeling of latex or silicone. You sat down on him slowly, listening to his groan as your hips met.

“So fucking big. Gonna stretch out my cunt with your cock.”

“Shit, shit–” His eyes were screwed shut as you bounced your hips in a brutish matter. Your hand nested in his hair, tugging on his scalp when you ground your hips a bit.

“P-Please–”

“Is my little fuck toy going to come again? You're going to come without my permission?”

“N-No.”

“You’re going to last however long I want you to, Kookie.”

"O-Okay–" The sound of your wetness coating his cock made you moan, one of your hands twisting around your nipples as you continue to bounce. He watched at the display, releasing whiny moans and groans.

“Love the way your cock is stretching me out– Perfect little fuck toy.” You gasped, finally cumming from the overstimulation and let Jungkook’s cock slip out of you.

He sat up, watching you as you positioned yourself on all fours.

“I want you to pound me. Can you do that for me?” Motioning him over, you felt the wet head of his cock tease your clit. He couldn't tease you any longer, sliding his cock inside of you and you both groaned.

“How are you still fucking tight?”

“Because you haven't pounded me yet.” He replied with a grunt, his hands now pressing into your skin roughly as he began his hard pace. You contained your moans as best you could, not wanting to feed into Jungkook's ego and your lack of noise only motivated him to fuck you even harder.

You hear the buttons of his dress shirt pop open, the sound only adding to your arousal.

“Yes, baby– Fuck me just like that–” You mewled, unable to hide how much pleasure you felt. Waves of euphoria crashed over you with every feral thrust, dripping heat pooled onto his sheets as he groaned your name.

You could feel his cock beginning to twitch, signalling his nearing climax.

“Cum.” It was a simple command, one that you hadn't expected to happen as soon as you spoke. The feeling of his hot cum inside of you excited you as he pulled out, a trail of some running down your thighs.

You turned around to face him, pulling him into a hungry kiss and his hands carefully trodden along your sides. Both of you cleaned yourself up, Jungkook's cum now pooling into the thin fabric of your panties.

He held you close, his hand rubbing your thigh and the other pressed on your waist. You stroked his arm, his veins bulging out against your touch.

“I didn't know you had that in you.”

“Stick around and you'll learn a lot about me.”

~Admin Blake

[leaderofthebadguys]

and this is just part 1A haha I will put 7 lyrics here, after I’m gonna do a Part 1B with the remaining 6 songs.

lyric breakdown where i discuss the songs below

NateWantsToBattle - No More - (To Mark Jefferson)

Don’t know if you ever heard of this song, it’s about Five Nights at Freddy’s. But I can’t hear this and not think of Nathan. And I connected this song to Jefferson because it would look like something Nathan would wanna say to him.

“These walls are lined with blood I can’t have on my hands. These walls they seem to call my name, but I refuse to be another puppet in your game.” “You can break down my lights and my doors, but I won’t let you back in no more. I’m sick of getting stuck in the same routine , again.” “Tie me up, put me into a suit, but I’ll never ever be like you. I know what happened here and you can’t erase your past.” “Maybe one day you’ll find humanity, until then don’t you dare say that we are the same.” “I crave the light of day, ‘Cause I’ve been keeping you away, is driving me insane.”

NateWantsToBattle - Nightmare (To Max)

This song is also about FNAF. But as for Nathan I fell like this one could be about Max, and Nathan’s desire that she could be his saviour. The one who would end his problems, the one who could put Jefferson down.

“In the back of my mind, I’ve been trying to chase a monster this whole time, but I could'nt see, the monster was me. And no one heard our cries.” “Now, I’ve run out of tears, the time has come for me to disappear, get me out of this mess and away from the stress. Set me free so I can rest.” “This isnt fair, no we’re not just what we seem. We wanna fly but our souls are trapped inside.” “And I’ve been crying out for help, I know I bite but I mean well. Can you see my disguise? I’m different inside, can you break this spell?” “So please set us free, you have the key. 'Cause I can’t take the pain no more.”

All Time Low - Dancing with a Wolf

This one don’t have a lot of Nathan’s lines, but still is great to see these parts. Seems more when Max and Chloe were trying to take Nathan down, thinking he was the culprit. But at the same time, some Nathan’s lines in the beggining.

“Please take me at my word, I’m desperate. I swear I never meant to hurt no one. Please stay for what it’s worth, I’m desperate. You’re on your own.” “There is no love for a liar, so don’t you call my name.” “No one to save you, when you’re going down. No one to want you, when you’re on your knees begging.”

All Time Low- Life of the Party

This one is about Nathan’s party issues. The guy is addicted to parties, and being a Prescott, he pretty much is the life of the party. So this song is basically the doubt of who will he be if he ever quit parties.

“All these people are passed out, ….. , I dont know half of them, but they all wanna know me. And it’s four in the morning, I’m just trying to fix myself. What the hell, did I do? I’m the life of the party.” “Somewhere in between, who I used to be and who I’ll be tomorrow, when the champagne blows my mind.” “In a sea of strangers, I can’t find me anymore.” “It’s so hard to imagine who I’d be if I walked away, to never know what it’s like to be the life of the party.”

All Time Low- Therapy

Ah, everybody already probably connect this song to Nathan, but for me it’s such a classic, I can’t let this slip away.

“A handful of moments, I wish I could change and a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.” “Give me therapy, I am a walking travesty but I’m smiling at everything. Therapy, you were never a friend to me. You can keep all your misery.” “I’m flesh and bone, I’m a rolling stone. And the experts say I’m delirious.” “Arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to. They’re better off without you.” “Arrogant boy, cause a scene like you’re supposed to. They’ll fall asleep without you, you’re lucky if your memory remains.”

Bradley Caleb Kane - Once

This one is pretty old, but still reminds me of Nathan. Seems like another person talking about wanting to save Nathan. You can think of whatever ship you like.

“You changed in front of me, your eyes get darker everyday. It happens quietly, your focus slowly burns away. And if you let me hear, the things you seem to wanna say, but I’ll wait until I know you’re somewhere safe.” “Even if you chose, to lock yourself away, if I listen close, i can almost hear you say: "Once I was real, once I was somebody’s child, once I could feel some feelings once in a while, once I was here, once I was somebody’s friend, once I appear I will be real once again.” “You are falling into an inescapable place, or something intimate between the you that no one sees. Is there a way inside? You only hide from enemies? 'Cause I’ll wait, I’m afraid you wont get rid of me so easily.”

Bring me the Horizon - Can you feel my heart?

This one is also pretty much known, but yeah, still a classic.

“Can you help the hopeless? Well, I’m begging on my knees. Can you save my bastard soul?” “I’m sorry brothers, so sorry lover, forgive me father, I love you mother.” “I’m scared to get close, and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all. The higher I get, the lower I’ll sink, I can’t drown my demons, they know how to swim.”

And that’s it for part 1A, i wanted to put everything here, but then this post would’ve been fucking huge. I hope you guys liked it, I was a little skeptical to do this because these songs means a lot to me, i kept thinking about this as “MY playlist”, but rn i really want you guys to experience this too.