#god i've never been so yell-y about an oc but!!!

[fantasy---feels]

Living Dreams (11)

pairing: Taehyung x female reader

genre: fluff, smut, fluffy smut, yeah mostly just smut tbh, fantasy

wordcount: 4,5k~

summary: Y/n get cheated on by her bf, with a friend of hers, which is just charming really. Luckily Taehyung, one of her best friends, is there to defend her, and maybe do something else for her too...

warnings: violence, unprotected sex (kind of?)

date: 16-01-2024

info: Initially wrote this about two of my Oc's but later felt like also adapting it to some of my favorite fandoms sooo, oops~ Also, since I couldn't choose there are multiple different versions of the same story, just with different main characters ^^

When Taehyung gets closer he sees Maron yelling at Y/n, 'Are you seriously breaking up with me over this? Are you really making me the bad guy right now?!' Y/n looks at him perplexed, 'You cheated on me? And with someone I considered a friend, what made you think I'd stay with you after that?' Maron rolls his eyes sarcastically, 'Yeah right, as if you've been faithful the whole time.' Y/n frowns, 'I never cheated on you what are you even talking about??' Maron laughs, 'Riiight, with the way you're always staring at that guy? And the way you dress? Fuck of with the lies you stupid slut!'

*wham*

Maron blinks in confusion. He's looking up from the floor, and his nose, it hurts... It hurts like hell, what happened?! He slowly brings his hand up to his face, there's blood, a lot of it. His eyes shoot up to Y/n and... Taehyung. Taehyung's eyes basically tell him that he's lucky to even be alive at all. His fist is balled at his side and his other arm is protectively around Y/n. 'If you EVER. Talk to her again, or even get anywhere near her, I swear to the gods I'm going to fucking kill you.'

'Maron!' Layla, the other girl exclaims as she kneels down next to him, while he still states up at Taehyung and Y/n. Taehyung snarls at him, 'And for your information, YOU cheated, she never did, not with me, not with anyone else. YOU screwed up. And I'm honestly so glad that you did.' He looks at Y/n. 'I've been waiting to do this ever since she got together with you', he gently puts his hand on her face, still bloody from the hit.

She looks at him in confusion, but he just slowly leans down, and kisses her. She makes a surprised sound, but doesn't push him away. After a moment of hesitation she puts her arms around his neck and pulls him closer.

Maron glares at the two, his hand pressed over his face, trying to stop the bleeding. When Layla tries to comfort him and tell him that he has her now so it doesn't matter, he pushes her away. He gets up and storms toward the exit, Layla following him.

Taehyung and Y/n on the other hand forgot about him completely. When they finally break apart, they're both completely flushed and out of breath. Y/n stares at him in disbelief. 'Was that.. Did you mean that or did you just say it to-' Taehyung shakes his head. 'I meant it. You have no idea how much you've tortured me the past few months.' Y/n stares at him in shock. 'Why didn't you..' Taehyung, chuckles dryly. 'You were with him. And I was scared.' He pulls her closer to kiss her again.

When he finally let's go of her he whispers in her ear: 'Let's go home.' Y/n looks up at him in surprise before nodding slowly and letting him pull her to the exit. Once outside Taehyung can't seem to keep his hands of her and on the way home he keeps kissing her hand, her lips, her face. They come to a halt one turn away from the house, where Taehyung kisses her and she ends up with her back against the wall. As the kiss deepens and Y/n pushes her body closer to his Taehyung groans in frustration.

'You have no idea what you're doing to me..'

He reaches down and before she can react Y/n is sitting in his arms, her back against the wall and his hips pressed between her legs. Y/n gasps. 'No wait! Is this okay? I'm heavy..' Usually she doesn't care, but with him.. Taehyung blinks at her, confused. 'What? No.' He immediately leans in to kiss her again and Y/n moans against his lips as he presses into her. He freezes. He puts his forehead against hers and presses his eyes shut. 'I must be going crazy.. If you want me to stop, please tell me right now.' Y/n shakes her head, confused. 'I don't want to stop.' Taehyung looks up at her. 'I'm serious Y/n. If you don't tell me now, I don't think I'll be able to stop anymore.'

Y/n shakes her head and takes his face in her hands, her face flushed. 'Please don't stop.' Taehyung groans deep in his throat. 'Fuck.' Then he pulls her back into a kiss before lifting her in his arms, and away from the wall, making her squeal in surprise. But he just adjusts her, tells her to hold on, and jumps. She shrieks and clamps onto him, but a moment later they land on the roof of the house. He let's her down gently before opening his window and jumping inside. When he helps her jump in, he immediately pulls her close again to kiss her. After a moment he picks her up, and carries her to the bed. He gently sets her down and breathes in deeply, trying to calm himself. He presses his forehead against hers as her leans over her. 'Are you sure?' Y/n nods and pulls him in for a kiss. 'Please?' He groans into her mouth, 'You're going to ruin me.'

Then he leans back and pulls his shirt over his head before leaning back down. Y/n let's her hand glide over his chest, nervously at first, softly. Taehyung takes her hand in his and presses it to his body. 'It's fine, I wont break.' Y/n blushes, but let's her hands travel all over his chest and then his back and his stomach, which has him closing his eyes. Her hands reach his belt and she looks up at him uncertainly. He nods and gets up to undo his pants. When they fall to the ground Y/n looks at him in wonder. 'Can I..?' He nods and lays down next to her. Y/n hesitantly goes to sit over his legs and slowly let's her hands explore his body. He has his eyes pressed closed and one arm is draped over his face, while the other hand is holding onto one of her legs, slightly clenching any time she finds a sensitive spot. Her hands are torturously slow, but when she finally gets close to touching his dick, he can't stand it anymore. His hand shoots out to grab hers and her eyes meet his. He looks at her hungrily as he pulls her in for a kiss. 'Can I see you too?' Y/n flushes bright red but nods and sits back. He sits up with her and pulls her closer, till she's sitting in his lap. He let's his hands travel down her arms, while first kissing her lips, then her jaw, and then the crook of her neck, making her shiver in his arms. He slowly moves his hands to the back of her dress, halting as he finds the zipper. He looks at her and whispers,' Is this okay?' She nods, still flushed, and shivers as he pulls down the zipper, baring her back. He gently pulls the dress down her arms and chest before letting it pool at her waist. He looks at her in stunned silence. She blushes brightly under his staring and moves her arms up to cover herself. His hands shoot up to stop her. He let's them glide down her arms to her hands which he moves back down to her sides, 'Please don't. '

Then, he carefully cradles her waist and, for a moment, just stares at his hands on her skin. He still can't believe that he's finally holding her. His touch feels gentle, in spite of the size and roughness of his hands and Y/n shivers. He slowly let's his hand travel up, over her stomach and her ribs. When he gets to her breasts he stops and hesitates. Y/n brings her hand up to one of his, and gently puts it on her. 'I won't break either', she whispers. He let's her guide him to gently cup her breast, before taking a deep breath and letting his head rest on her shoulder. 'I can't believe I'm touching you...' He chuckles dryly, 'You have no idea how many times I've dreamed about doing this.' He kisses her shoulder, while carefully kneading her breast. When he feels her react, he softly sucks on the same spot, making her moan inadvertently. The sound makes him groan in frustration and he moves his hands to her waist.

He picks her up and lays her on the bed, before pulling her dress down the rest of the way, leaving them both in nothing but their underwear. When Y/n unconsciously tries to cover herself again under his staring, he grabs her wrists and pins her hands above her head. She blushes at the unexpected action, as well as the sudden vulnerability. He leans in to kiss her and whispers, 'Please let me look at you.' Then he lets go of her arms, which she wraps around his neck to pull him closer. He groans into her mouth and kisses her deeper.

He uses one hand to prop himself up while using the other to touch her. He let's his hand travel up her hip, her waist and finally to her breast which he gently kneads in his hand, before using his thumb to draw circles around the most sensitive part. Y/n moans into the kiss as he explores exactly what to do to her. He breaks away for a moment, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. 'I haven't done this before, so you have to tell me if I do something wrong.' Y/n shakes her head breathlessly from under him. 'You're perfect.'

Taehyung smiles at her softly before leaning down to kiss her again. He let's his hand travel down and with his fingers he traces the line of her panties, making her shiver against his chest. 'Can I take them off?' he whispers. Y/n nods and he leans back to gently pull them down her legs, before swallowing deeply. 'I can't believe I get to have you.'

He let's his hands run up her body, from her ankles, over her legs and her stomach, to her breasts, as he moves to lay on top of her. He softly draws cirkles on one of her breasts while tentatively taking the other one in his mouth, eliciting a surprised gasp from Y/n. When he notices her reaction he slowly start to suck and lick around her sensitive nub, feeling it get harder against his tongue. The moans are falling from Y/n's mouth as he keeps gently massaging her breast with his hand while using his mouth on her at the same time. With one last gentle lick over her nipple he let's go and moves his attention to her other breast. He is taking in all of her reactions and he loves that she can't seem to control them, as he gently licks and sucks at her skin.

When he can finally bring himself to stop, he slowly moves down her body, kissing her stomach and her waist, sucking softly on her skin, trying not to leave any marks. When he finally gets to her most sensitive place he looks up questioningly. Y/n has her face covered with her hands in embarrassment, but still nods hesitantly.

He smiles reassuringly as he puts his arms around her legs, and softly places a kiss on the insde of her thigh. Then, he slowly starts kissing down the inside of her legs, all the way down untill he reaches her center. He looks up at her, his impatient eyes showing just how much he is trying to pace himself. 'Please tell me if you want me to stop, or when I'm doing something wrong.' He smiles at her before placing on last kiss on her leg. Then he leans down and licks one long stripe over her center, making her jump and cry out in surprise. When immediately after he softly sucks on her sensitive nub she moans deeply and automatically weaves her fingers through his hair. He smiles against her. 'Good to know.' Then sucks her into his mouth again and swirls his tongue around her, making her moans come out in stutters.

To get better access, he uses one hand to gently pushes her folds apart and licks long strokes in between. As he licks and sucks experimentally he greedily takes in all of her reactions and expressions. He softly starts to rub over her clit in circles with his thumb, while using his tongue to lick over and inside her entrance. Pressing his tongue against her, he groans under the combination of her taste in his mouth and her hands in his hair. Carefully he presses one of his fingers inside, while sucking her clit into his mouth. When she starts to relax around him, he adds a second finger, making her groan. He slowly starts oves in and out. She moans and reaches down to hold his hand in place. 'Curl your fingers up' she whispers, slightly out of breath. Taehyung smiles against her and does as she says while simultaneously circling her with his tongue. She starts moaning louder now, and he keeps doing exactly as she told him, curling up his fingers and rubbing the sensitive spot inside her. As he keeps licking her, and pressing his fingers into her, Y/n is getting closer and closer, until he knows she's almost there. When he feels her tighten around his fingers, he curls his fingers into her one more time and sucks on her hard. She cries out and her body trembles as she comes. He keeps slowly curling his fingers while licking her softly, working her through her orgasm, until she's pulling his head away, her hands shaking.

'How... How did you know all that?' She asks, confused and completely out of breath. 'I thought you had never done this before..' Taehyung grins at her, 'Aïsya gave me homework. One day she just handed me a whole pile of books she told me I should read.' Y/n turns bright red. 'Oh gods, that little witch!' She puts her hands over her eyes. 'I can't believe she basically trained you for me.' Taehyung chuckles while placing a kiss on the inside of her leg. 'I'm glad she did, otherwise I would have had no idea what to do.' Y/n sighs and grumbles, 'I guess I should buy her dinner sometime...' Taehyung moves up and pulls her hands away, to put a kiss on her forehead. 'Same here.'.

Then, when their eyes meet he kisses her lips and she pulls him in closer. She let's her hands run down his back and pushes at his underwear. 'I want them off...'

Taehyung flushes just barely as his eyes darken, before reaching down to take off his last piece of clothing. For a moment Y/n just stares, she had expected him to be pretty big, but not like this... He gently takes on of her hands and kisses it.' Are you still sure you want this? I understand if you want to stop now.' Y/n just shakes her head, her mouth hanging slightly open, still staring at him. Taehyung frowns, 'I don't want to hurt you.' Y/n looks up at him. 'You won't, I promise, we'll be careful.'

She slowly props herself up and reaches forward, to put her hand around him. He groans at the feeling, staring down at her touching his dick. She carefully moves her hand to stroke him and he let's his head fall back as a moan falls from his lips. 'Fuckkk, Mila..'

Her mouth waters at the sound of his voice and she slowly leans forward. He doesn't have time to realize what's happening as she licks one long stroke up his whole length, making his body shock with pleasure. But before she can continue, his hands shoot up to stop her.

He leans forward, resting his forehead on her hair and breathes in deeply, his eyes pressed shut. 'Please stop. I dont think I'll last long if you do that.' Y/n pouts, 'But you did it for me... I want to taste you.' A muscle ticks in his jaw at her words, but he shakes his head. 'Not tonight.'

He leans in to give her a quick kiss before leaning to the side to open a drawer and reach for a box of condoms. Y/n's hand stops him, and he looks at her confused. She blushes and looks down. 'I took a potion, so we can do it without.. But only if you want to of course..' She glances up at him shyly, her face flushed. Taehyung blinks at her in shock, then slowly sits back and puts a hand over his eyes while breathing in deeply. 'You're going to completely ruin me.' Then he let's his hand fall to his side and stares at her hungrily, before grabbing her face and kissing her roughly. 'You have no idea what you're doing to me.'

He let's his hands run all over her body, before ending up at her legs and gently pushing her knees apart. He groans as he looks down at her, 'I'm sorry, I don't think I can stop now.' She shakes her head at him, 'I don't want to stop.. Please put it inside me?'

He presses his eyes shut to calm down, and carefully leads his dick to rest against her entrance. They both moan at the feeling and Taehyung breathes heavy, trying to restrain himself. 'I'll try to go slow okay. ' Then he leans forward to push himself into her.

At first she is still too tight, and Y/n groans, but then his tip pushes inside and they both gasps. Taehyung groans, 'Fuck. You're so warm. So soft.' He leans over her as he tries to regain his composure. With one hand he cups her face while the other is holding her leg. 'I'm going to go a bit deeper okay?' Y/n nods silently as she takes deep breaths, trying to get used to his size.

He looks her in the eyes as he slowly starts to push in further, making sure that she's okay. Her eyes slowly start to go wide as he pushes deeper and deeper. Her mouth is slightly open and her expression is making him go crazy. He curses. 'Fuck I'm sorry.' and then suddenly he snaps his hips forward, pushing the rest of him in at once.

Y/n gasps as he fills her up completely. She moans as she is being stretched around him, it feels as if he pushed himself all the way into her stomach. Taehyung is panting above her. The feeling of her around him overwhelming. 'Fuck, fuck im so sorry, are you okay? Did I hurt you?' She wraps her arms around his neck and shakes her head against him. She wants to tell him she's fine but her voice won't come out. Taehyung buries his face in the crook of her neck and wraps his arms around his waist, accidentally pressing himself even deeper inside of her and they both groan.

He places soft kisses in her neck and under her jaw as they both wait to calm down. Y/n's breathing is heavy as her body tries to accommodate his size.

Taehyung pants as he feels her clench around him. He softly sucks on the skin in the crook of her neck and places gentle kisses on her throat. 'You're doing so good Y/n. You're doing so good taking all of me.' She moans as he readjusts himself, and he leans down to kiss her, absorbing the sound. He pushes himself up slightly, to look at her face. 'Are you okay? Does it hurt?', he frowns, a combination of concern and concentration. She shakes her head wordlessly, eyes closed tight and lips pressed together.

He rubs her face with his thumb. 'Look at me.' She opens her eyes to stare up at him, her eyes are glazed over and tears are slowly forming, dripping down her cheeks. His frown deepens and he begins to get up, but she grabs his wrist. She shakes head, 'Keep going. It doesn't hurt.' He rubs her tears away with his thumb, 'You're crying..' She smiles at him shakily, 'Just. A lot. It feels good, I promise.'

He frowns again but nods. Then lifts her hand and kisses the inside of her wrist, then her face, kissing away her tears. 'Are you sure?' She nods, and he kisses her softly, before slowly pulling back a little, and pushing back in. They both moan and he let's his forehead rest on hers. He chuckles dryly, 'Maybe it's actually me who can't handle it.' Y/n smiles slightly and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

Taehyung carefully starts moving his hips, pulling out a little and pushing back in slowly, still scared he might hurt her. She moans under him, and kisses his face when she sees his concerned expression. 'I won't break.' He closes his eyes for a moment, before slowly picking up the pace.

He brings back his arm to hook it behind her leg and push it to her chest. The new angle makes Y/n writhe under him as he continuesly hits her soft spot. Taehyung makes sure to not push his whole length in, still worried about her. Looking at her face however is making it more and more difficult for him to control himself and every time she moans or clenches around him, he unconsciously snaps his hips forward just a little bit harder.

Y/n's voice comes in a string of moans as she puts up one hand to press against the headboard behind her and one down to rub circles on her breast. Seeing her playing with herself, and moaning with his dick inside her, makes Taehyung groans deep in his chest. He leans back and takes her other leg, to also push that forward, giving him the perfect angle to slam down into her. Y/n gasps in surprise, which accidentally let's him go even deeper.

Taehyung curses, but his self control is gone and he can't keep himself from pushing his dick into her to the hilt. Y/n's eyes fall closed as tears stream down her face and nonsensical sounds spill from her lips. Taehyung groans as he looks down at where his length has completely disappeared inside her. 'God's Y/n, you're taking all of me.' He pulls out and slams his hips back against her, just to see her taking it all. 'You're so good for me. You're perfect.' He leans forward, pushing her legs further against her chest, her feet on his shoulders, and he presses even deeper. Y/n just moans deeply, her face completely fucked out, dazed.

Taehyung almost bares his teeth looking at her and pulls back to slam down into her again. Guttural moans spill from Y/n's lips as he pounds her into the mattress, both of her hands now pushing against the headboard. Taehyung can feel her walls clench around him as she starts getting closer and closer to her release.

He leans back and let's her legs of his shoulders, before reaching down and grabbing her hips, lifting them up. He slams himself back into her, the new position allowing him to pull her hips back against him, putting even more force behind his thrusts. Y/n cries out in his arms as his whole length is being slammed into her again and again. His tip hitting her womb every time he bottoms out.

Her face is a mess, with her makeup running down her face, her lipstick smeared, her eyes only half open, completely glazed over and a continuous string of senseless moans falling from her lips. Taehyung basically snarls at the sight and snaps his hips into hers even harder, till they're both almost at their breaking point.

When he can feel how close she is Taehyung leans down, covering her body with his own and puts his arms around her, keeping her still as he pounds into her. He angles his hips, so that with every thrust, he's rubbing up against her soft spot. He groans, trying to control himself at least long enough to make her come before him.

Y/n's moans are deep and guttural as he keeps slamming himself inside her, rubbing her insides and bruising her cervix. Suddenly her orgasm washes over her and she cries out as she wraps her arms around Taehyung's neck, pulling him completely against, and inside of her.

Taehyung moans into her shoulder as she clenches around him and digs her nails into his shoulders. He wants to keep fucking into her, but he knows that he shouldn't. Her body is trembling against him and he can feel her walls pulsing. It feels like her inside are basically sucking him in and he softly bites her shoulder, trying to restrain himself.

'Taehyung?', Y/n's voice is soft and a bit hoarse, and the sound of it destroys all of his resolve. He groans against her neck as he slams himself all the way back into her, pulling a gasp from her already exhausted throat. 'Sorry', he rasps against her skin, as he pounds into her over-sensitive pussy, deep and hard, making her cry out as she wraps her arms around him even tighter.

He groans as he feels himself get closer and closer, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic. 'FUCK. Fuck Y/n. Can I come inside you?' She doesn't have the voice to respond and just nods against his shoulder as her nails dig into his back, the overstimulation slowly turning back into pleasure.

Taehyung curses as he angles his hips to hit her even deeper, their breathing growing louder and louder. With another deep thrust Y/n cries out against him, her voice breaking as he forces her through another orgasm. Her walls tightening also finally pushes Taehyung over the edge and with a few last hard thrusts he presses himself into her as deep as he can, before coming undone.

They stay like that for at least ten minutes, panting against each other's skin, their bodies pressed together, her walls stills pulsing around him. When his breathing has finally calmed down a bit, Taehyung moves to get up but Y/n wraps her legs around him and pulls him back. 'Stay like this for a bit, you're so warm...' Her eyes are closed and her whole body is trembling slightly from exhaustion. Taehyung smiles at her softly and presses gentle kisses to her face. He kisses her on her eyelids, her forehead, her nose, her lips, and finally also her neck and her shoulders. She moans softly and tiredly as he softly sucks on her skin. 'I wonder if I can still walk.' Taehyung chuckles against her skin, you've survived worse things. She groans. 'Have I?' He laughs and kisses her shoulder. 'Wait here, I'll get a towel.' He carefully lifts himself of of her. 'Nooo, it's colddd', Y/n cries out in protest, her eyes still closed, but lazily lifting one hand to pull him back. He smiles and takes her hand to kiss her fingertips. 'I'll be back in a second. I'll keep you warm the rest of the night.' Y/n just groans and turns onto her side, grabbing a pillow to hold against her chest. Taehyung chuckles and covers her with the blanket. 'I'll be right back.'

Once they're cleaned up Taehyung climbs into the bed and lays against her back, wrapping his arms around her. 'Are you okay?', he whispers into her hair. Y/n grumbles in his arms and snuggles closer to him. He smiles softly and presses a kiss to her head, before pulling her close to his chest and falling asleep too.

[sappygentlemen]

THIS IS AN YANDERE OC X YANDERE OC FANFIC🧍‼️ BECAUSE I SAID SO

If anyone stumbles opon this and wants y/n content.. just wait bro ☝️‼️ gimme some time to cook some up

TW: DARK, GORE DESCRIPTIONS, TOXIC RELATIONSHIPS/ATTACHMENTS/BEHAVIORS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION ☝️‼️

Basement dweller

...it's been so long since Ive seen Declan. I miss him dearly. I miss everything about him I've been trapped in this damp, moldy basement for longer then I could bother to count. It's been longer then a few days at least. My stomach has been empty for so long that I'm sure it's given up growling for food. I've also been without water, which isn't helping this awful migraine I've had. The hunger, dehydration, paired with the injuries I've sustained are becoming almost too much, but I would bear anything for him.. my beloved... He didn't mean to hurt me, and even if her did. I deserved it. It was all my fault. I got too lazy.. too comfortable around him. He found my hit list... I didn't mean for him too, and I knew the punishment I'd receive if he did. The bruises and cuts were never forgettable, stinging anytime I dared to slip into my old bad behaviors. Declan was so sweet.. always trying to help me improve.. to be better.. to be softer. I wanted so desperately to change for him, and I'd promised this would be my last time in the basement. My last mistake. Id be the perfect husband.

Declan was always gentle.. so soft and sweet, even when he was mad, bruising my skin with his grasp, throwing me down into the dark concrete basement, injuring my ankle and my knees. He didn't mean too. I could make this punishment stop if I told him every injury I'd sustained with his rough touch. However, I want to be good for him. I want to be perfect. I want to take it without complaint, because after all? Any attention he gives me, is precious. I should cherish all of it. Id be lucky if he even spit in my direction.

The door to his hellhole opens, and for the first time in god knows how long, light shines down here, overwhelming my vision for a moment, but I hold back the urge to look away, hopeful that the person behind the door is Declan. After a few moments, my eyes adjust to the light, and Declans face comes into view, a pout evident on his face at my state. I scrambled up to cling to him, as I always do after my punishment time. I hated being in the basement, I hated anytime without my beloved, but I know he does what's best for me, so I take it like a champ, like he wants me too. Though, this is the longest I've ever spent down here. However, as I clung to his soft, warm, comforting body, hearing his heartbeat for the first time in however long I was down here, my body relaxed slightly. I felt comforted, and a safe, as he leaned down, and lifted me up from just below my butt, allowing me to wrap around him and bury my face in his shoulder as he cooed and awed at me. As he held me up, he walked my very weak, tired and injured body towards the living room, and even though his rough hands touched my tender bruises repeatedly, I didn't move away from him, clingy and desperate for his touch.

"Sam.. you should've yelled for me when you got these bruises... You know I didn't mean to shove you that hard, I just want you to know that what you did wasn't okay..."

"I know.... I'm sorry.. I just wanted you to be happy, so I wanted to take the punishment!... Did it.. Make you happy?"

He was silent. Giving me a look of pity as he set me down on the couch, as he knelt down to try and take a look at all my injuries. I loved when he looked at me with pity, it made me feel special, like he cared for me. As he walked around, grabbing bandages, I clung to him still, never letting go of his sleeve as I mindlessly followed him around. He's so good to me. I know I deserved my punishment. I must have. Even if I didn't, I'm willing to take any kind of attention, as long as it comes from him.

After a while, he finally takes care of my wounds, giving them gentle caresses as he takes care of me. I love when he takes care of me, it makes everything feel better. However.... I can't help but notice the light brown hair on his black work shirt... My hair is red.. his hair is dark brown almost black.. and so is his brothers.

I guess I'll be making a return to the basement. Very. Very. Soon

[heartsofpearls-en]

Criminal Love : Groveling

CHAPTER FOUR ⸙͎۪۫｡

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Pairing ~ Jake x reader (Jisu)

Genre ~ Fake dating, contract relationship, forbidden love.

Warnings ~ contains excessive use of Cuss, angst, one or two punch scenes, kiss scenes, etc. (But nothing too over the top). Mention of Karina & Ningning (Aespa), Yunjin (Le Sserafim), Yujin (IVE), Hanni (New Jeans), Beomgyu (TXT), and Enhypen's Hyung line.

Author's note ~ idk how to use Tumblr for the love of god. So, I hope you'll enjoy this as, I've wrote it after listening to criminal love. You can also find this work on wattpad too. And as for the oc, her name will be Choi Jisu as I really don't like working with Y/N. Anyways, happy reading <3 and another thing is that, I've excluded some parts like the texts and social media parts because it would've been too lengthy.

Word count ~ 2.1k+

6 years later.

“Tenth shot! Stop it now” Jisu groaned, almost yelling at Hanni, who took in the vodka shot.

“No Jiji!” Hanni slurred in a drunk voice. “Lemme have some fun. At least my boyfriend isn't here to stop me” She stated, gulping down another glass.

Jisu sighed, annoyed, as she dialed a number.

“Park Sunghoon, I'll fucking kill you! Come to the bar right now. Your girlfriend is wasted” She yelled over the phone and hung up.

From her peripheral vision, she saw two females, supporting another pair of females towards the barstool.

“How can these two throw up together?” Yujin snorted as she and Karina sat down the drunk Yunjin and Ningning.

“This bitch is leaving us, can't we fucking get drunk?” Yunjin grudged, whining.

A man in a suit with neatly done hair and a perfect face came towards the females and sighed.

“How much did she drink?” Park Sunghoon asked, sitting beside the drunk Hanni as she giggled, looking at her boyfriend.

“Ten shots” Jisu stated, looking at Hanni who rested her head on Sunghoon's shoulder.

“I'm going to take her home. Will you be alright? Or should I call Beomgyu?” Sunghoon asked, looking at the sober females.

“I'll take Yunjin home and Karina will take Ningning" Yunjin stated as Sunghoon nodded and looked at Jisu.

“I haven't had a shot. I'll be fine” She nodded, assuring him as he picked up Hanni and walked out of the bar.

“Will you be able to go home?” Karina asked as Jisu nodded.

“We'll go to the airport tomorrow” Ningning slurred in her drunk voice as the others nodded.

“You should go and get some rest” Yujin stated as Jisu nodded, conforming that they're fine with the wasted pair, she walked out of the door.

Jisu was leaving for America. Over the course of six years, she published eight books and four sets of them, being a series. They formed two one of the best-selling books in New York Times, and she was moving to America, temporarily. Talking about the books now.

The first series was sudden love. Like, love in first sight, CEO and secretary, billionaire romance and best friends brother.

But the second set of series was all based on fake relationships. Like, contract marriage, fake dating, forced proximity and forbidden love.

The group knew exactly why she wrote the second set of book series because she showed,

Even though the protagonists in the books struggled hard with their relationships, they still became one.

However, that was never her case.

She considered herself to be a 'female, cursed out of romance' and would never find a man.

That was halfway true because, her first kiss was Jake and, until this day, her last kiss was also Jake.

After what happened with Jake, she was too afraid to commit to any relationship as, everything felt wrong. She thought that she'll end up broken again.

That stage was so hard on Jisu that it impacted on her mental health. She had to take therapy and often cried during those sessions.

And Beomgyu's abrupt return to Seoul was a shock for all, but he knew, what was going on with Jisu and Jake. He was going to confront them, but later found his sister's heart broken and came to know that it was a fake relationship.

But, until this date, apart from those who knew Jake and Jisu's contract, no one new got to know about their fake relationship.

Jay, Sunghoon, Hanni, Ningning, Karina, all thought that they broke up because Jake was leaving the country. But they knew the truth.

However, the situation, right now, was extremely amusing.

Here, Jisu was preparing to leave for America and Jake, who was also preparing to leave for America from Australia because he was taking over the American branch of their Architectural firm.

Few weeks passed by.

A library.

A peaceful spot for all readers.

Choi Jisu sat on a stool by the window, reading 'Red, White and Royal Blue' by Casey McQuiston. God knows how many times she has read this book, but she liked it.

She loved how Henry and Alex fought everyone and established their love. Without any fear of the world and how they'll judge them.

Her peaceful reading session ended when a young girl, around her twenties, walked towards her, holding one of her books.

"Ms. Jisu, I'm a big fan of yours. Can I get a sign" She showed Jisu her book as she smiled?

"Of course" She stated and signed on the book. The girl walked away as Jisu stood up too. From the day before, she was planning to buy some books from the book store, and she was currently heading there.

The book store was filled with little to none people, which made Jisu sighed in relief.

She made her way to the romance section and saw her books displayed on the rack. She was quite pleased to see them stocked up with all eight of them. But she didn't come here to look for her books.

She was looking for, Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood.

She finally spotted it. It was on a shelf above her head as she groaned. She was too short to reach. But she didn't lose any hope.

She got on her tippy-toes and reached out for the book, but still couldn't. She tried once again but groaned. However, before she was going to turn away, a body came up from behind her and a hand outstretched, grabbing the book for her.

She turned around but was frozen.

It was Jake. Sim fucking Jaeyun.

"Thank you" She spoke in a cold tone as she grabbed the book from his hand and turned around.

"Jisu" He called out, making her turn towards him. "I know what I-"

"I really don't wanna talk about it" She stated.

"But at least listen to me" He pleaded, looking at her.

"There's nothing between us, Mr. Sim. You go on your way and I go on mine" Jisu stated as she walked towards the counter and paid for the book and walked out. She didn't want to, but unknowingly a tear slipped past her eyes.

But Jake felt way more broken than she felt at this moment. He wanted Jisu back, but only if he could make her understand that he was forced to break her heart.

“You're pathetic bro”

Heeseung spat over the phone as Jake sobbed.

Her peaceful reading session ended when a young girl, around her twenties walked towards her, holding one of her books.

“He's not pathetic! He's a dumb fucking dickhead!” Beomgyu yelled from the side. “He fucking broke my sister's heart, and now he's acting all pathetic. What the fuck is wrong with this dumbass?” A crash was heard from the other side of the phone.

Beomgyu's anger was on the next level when it came to his sister.

“I don't know what I'll do. Grandfather called me in and I had nothing—”

“Nothing to do except for breaking the girl's heart who had fallen for you deeply” Heeseung stated, a hint of ridicule in his voice was prominent as he cut Jake off.

“You could've said that wait for me or something. Jisu wouldn't have faced all of this shit because of you. She was mocked in the university because everyone thought you dumped her and left” It was Yunjin's time to speak.

Both Beomgyu and Heeseung turned to see Yunjin and Yujin in Beomgyu's house and frowned.

“What are you two doing here?” Beomgyu asked, looking at the girls as Yujin sighed.

“Jisu called us crying earlier. She felt so depressed” Yujin stated and sat beside Heeseung as he tangled up his fingers with her and gave a soft smile.

“I hurt her too much, didn't I?” Jake's voice cracked.

“You did” Heeseung spoke out.

“Beomgyu, will you give me another chance? I'll be a better person for Jisu" Jake asked as Beaomgyu scoffed.

“If you break her heart again, I'll break you, happily” Beomgyu stated as Yunjin frowned.

“But what's the actual reason for you to turn Jisu's confession? She even wrote a whole book series to show you that even with a fake relationship, people so end up together” She asked as Jake sighed.

“It's because his grandfather called him over, and he thought that it was best to turn Jisu down because she deserved someone better than him. Now, this idiot is a fucking CEO” Heeseung hissed.

“I know I'm a coward” Jake sighed.

“The best move for you to get Jisu back is, to grovel” Yunjin stated.

𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴.

𝘌𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴.

𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘏𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

Jisu typed furiously on her laptop as tears made her eyes blurry. Who would've actually thought the writer who writes all romantic books actually has a pathetic love life?

And Jake Sim was at the fault.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳.

𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.

𝘏𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥.

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.

𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺.

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱.

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵.

'𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭' 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥.

'𝘙𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?' 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺.

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.

𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩.

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

She saved this on her draft and shut the laptop, sobbing and clutching the pillow to her chest.

No one should suffer so much even when they haven't dated.

She was still heartbroken, after six years.

If Sim Jaeyun wants to make it right, he needs to prove himself to her.

One look and Jisu knew she was done for good.

She was drinking her vodka shots in the bar as Jake walked inside with his charming aura.

His tailored suit fit perfectly on his body, making him look breathtaking.

But before he could spot her, she quickly turned around to avoid being seen by him.

Maybe, whatever she wrote the last night was out of grieve? But her writings and her personal life had nothing to do with each other.

She asked for another shot and gulped down the previous shot, burning her throat.

From her peripheral vision, she saw Jake sitting on one of the barstool's, far away from her, as she sighed.

However, soon enough, a girl came towards her and started to give him flirty remarks.

If I say Jake was disgusting will be an understatement. He looked at the women, clearly displeased with her clingy behavior, as he looked at the corner.

That's when their eyes met.

Jake widened his eyes, but they couldn't hold their eye contact because the girl grabbed Jake's cheek and made him look at her.

That sight was enough for Jisu to gulp down her last shot before paying the bartender and walking towards the washroom.

After getting rid of that girl, Jake turned to see that Jisu vanished into thin air.

He wasn't getting any hallucinations, nor was he drunk. He quickly stood up and thought to look at the washroom as he made his way there.

Furthermore, he spotted her walking out of the female washroom.

She spotted him too and was about to walk inside the washroom again as he held her hand.

“Don't do this to me” He pleaded as Jisu snapped her head at him.

“This? If you are acting like this, why did you reject me earlier, Mr. Sim?” She asked with a hint of ridicule.

Jake sighed and rubbed his hand on his face. Then abruptly pulled her towards the nearest wall and pinned her against it. “I do like you. It's just, I was a coward to admit it”.

Jisu blinked at him, baffled by his sudden action and words.

“And I would rather not let you go again” He stated, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Then chase me. Hold on to be before I go beyond your grasp that you'll never catch me again”.

Ten days.

Ten different flower bouquet.

Ten different chocolates.

These things were all amusing for Jisu. And today and was the day, Yunjin will come to America and stay with her for a while.

About time, the doorbell rings as Jisu opened the door, helping the groaning girl with her luggage.

“Holy heck! Your apartment looks like a flower shop” Yunjin eyes around and when she reached to take a chocolate bar, Jisu smacked her hand, making her whine.

“Don't fucking tell me, it's Jake” Yunjin stated, rubbing the back of her hand where Jisu smacked her.

A sheepish smile appeared on her face as she nodded.

“Damn. The groveling is hitting hard” Yunjin muttered, looking around.

“Men should know that groveling is the key to a happy relationship” Jisu stated, tossing a coke can to Yunjin as she glared.

“It'll fucking explode!” She yelled, looking at the coke can and walking towards the sink and opening it, making all the bubbles rush out of it.

“Happy explosion” Jisu mocked, sitting on the couch with her legs crossed and picked up the laptop from the coffee table and set it on her lap.

“But Jake really is trying his hardest, isn't?” Yunjin asked, sitting beside Jisu as she nodded.

“I'll make him suffer, for a while” She stated, nonchalantly and kept on typing on her laptop.

Yunjin took a quick glance and gasped. “The male protagonist in this book is also groveling?” She asked with her eyes wide.

“Yup. The female protagonist and I have the same situation going on but, he left her because he told her that he liked someone else, which is a lie” Jisu answered as Yunjin nodded.

“Let him grovel” Yunjin smirked, finding the whole situation a bit too amusing

@ heartsofpearls-en — 2023

[baskervilleacademia]

A plea to stay

First fic so if you see this, please give some feedback!!!

Summary: You are from a city that has fallen into ruin due to an addictive virtual reality technology causing people to abandon their physical health, belongings and jobs. Together with the doctor you have destroyed the technology and taken the first steps in liberating the city. The Doctor wants to leave but you have relied on each other so much and you need him to stay. After all, you have gotten so close while you saved the city.

The Tenth Doctor x reader / OC

Note: this is in first person, but I gave the reader the name Christine because it felt very British and idk why I don't like to read y/n it pulls me out of a story. So, congrats! I hereby rename you Christine. lol

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We emerge from the slums, onto High Street and I imagine it as it once was. Beautiful, clean, bustling, and alive. It is certainly not shining now. The street is occupied by rusted tin shelters, and makeshift mats of old carpet and cardboard. A small crowd sits on the damp floor with their lost sunken eyes, and I feel my determination strengthen.

The Doctor has continued walking further ahead and I gaze toward him. Out ahead the street leads onto rolling green honeyweed hills, and a strange looking blue box.

God the sunrise. I haven't seen one in so long. The golden tendrils of light paint the hills in pale gold, and The Doctor a dark silhouette. ‘Like walking toward hope.’ I think to myself.

 I hurry to catch him again.

I link my arm in his and he gives me a wide wonky grin that makes my heart flip inside my chest. After a few paces I pull us to a stop and look at the broken city.

“I'm gonna do it, doctor, I really am. I am going to live and be present in the world. I am going to learn to sit and hear it again, the way the world sounds. Life echoing everywhere all around.”

“Good.” says The Doctor, and puts a hand on my shoulder.

“Live. And bring as many people with you as you can.” With a deep sigh he looks over my head at the city, nods sternly and turns away.

Before he can get far, I yell out at him. 

“Wait! Doctor, wait! aren't you-” 

I glance at the large crowd of curious eyes and jog away to stand in his path. 

“Aren't you going to stay? You could see everything come back to life!”

I look intently at his eyes. And when he frowns; god how tired they look. So burdened.

“I never really stay. It's just not what I do.”

“Well, I can change. I did so too. You said I saved a whole city!” I exclaim, and he gives me this unbearable gentle smile.

“You were brilliant Chris…But-

“Can’t you just stay a while?” I interrupt hastily, feeling jittery and wringing my hands together.

The Doctor shoves his hands into the pockets of his huge coat. 

“Christine. I'm just a traveller. I'm a nomad. No home… don't even have any money.”

I step forward and grab his shoulders. 

“Money isn't a problem! You helped save the city!”

“I just can't.” His face is pained, and my stomach drops.

“You can't stay, but you can leave? Easy as anything? After all that happened?”

He says nothing.

I reach a hand slowly to his face. The both of us seem to hitch our breath, as my skin touches his. “I just… I want more time.”  I stroke his temple and bring my fingers up to touch his hair. He searches my eyes, then his lips twitch in a smirk. I frown in realisation. 

“No. No, I've heard enough about that bloody TARDIS.” 

We have been inching closer now, our breaths mingling in the cold.

“...I didn't say anything.” He whispers.

“Well you were about to.” I protest, and lift my chin into the air.

“Hmm. maybe.” His voice rumbles quiet and low… and I feel it even lower.

He smirks wider now, “but it is a time machine.”

I wack his chest lightly and step back, breaking our contact.

“You know that's not what I'm trying to say!” I whine.

He stares deadpan at me, his deep brown eyes locked intensely on mine.

“Isn't it?”

I open my mouth to respond but I feel mute. All I can think about is the way he looks standing there. His stare. His hair. His eyes… his lips. So demanding.

“Tell me then. Christine.”

He takes his hands out of his pockets and closes the gap between us, so that I am looking up at his face.

“What do you want?”

He is so close now. He copies my action, moving a hand to cup my face. My eyes flutter closed and I melt into his warmth. 

“I want..” I swallow. “I want more.”

I feel his other hand reach under my jacket and shirt, sliding over my hip and resting on my back. We are both breathing heavily, our lips so close together, testing each other. 

My body pulses, and my head is spinning.

I break first, reaching desperately up to his neck to pull his lips onto my own.

His grip tightens on my back, his free hand roaming down my neck, to my breast, then my hip, and my arse. With one hand I grip his hair, the other I explore his neck and chest, scrunching the fabric beneath my palm as his hands caress my body. Suddenly he pulls back, and I loathe the lost warmth. His hair is a mess and his parted lips are deep red. We both gasp for breath.

“Public.” He gets out. And takes a step back, one hand running through his hair. 

He’s probably right. But that doesn't mean I can't hate it. There’s also nowhere to go, the city is a mess. The Doctor grabs my hand “Come on!” he grins, and we run toward the hills.

[effielumiere]

The Companion 4

Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: Romance, Idol AU, Drama, Comedy (hopefully lol)

Summary: A year after all their world tour was cancelled with the announcement of the pandemic, Jimin goes through a rollerI coaster of emotions and he can barely his emotions and he's trying so hard to stay happy. Namjoon and Jin suggested to get a puppy when they got drunk but Joon thought a human companion sounded funny to his drunken brain, not knowing that Jimin took his word seriously. When he finally finds the one who's going to be his human emotion companion, he wonders if she's up for it? And most importantly, he wonders how things would play out with him being Park Jimin and her being... well, a fan... an ARMY to be precise.

Warning(s): Jealousyyyyyyyy. A bit of angst (is it really a bit though, Effie? *scoffs*). An OC?!?! *dramatic gasp*. Mentions of Jimin wanting to punch an OC (not Y/n, but her buddy teehee). Shirtless Bangt- *ehem* It's PG13. Someone got hit by cupid. Sentences in italics are Korean words translated to English. UNEDITED!

Word count: 5k --- Inspirreddd~~~ lol

A/N: Happy Birthday Sunshine Hobiiii😄 Saranghaaeeee💜

Taehyung-ahhhhh, speedy recovery pwease🥺

I was listening to Queen of the night by Hey Violet as I wrote this one. It kinda set a mood. Also, the Hybrid!BTS polls that I've been doing in the past chapters. Y'all are responsive but I kinda panicked with the last one lol. I'm gonna have a post related to this the polls and their results. keep an eye out for that. Also I was planning on writing and posting some fanfics I had an idea about lately, I even prepared my main masterlist and a permanent taglist. Enjoy this chapter!

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The boys sat on their respective chairs at the studio where they were going to film their new music video for Butter with the other stylists, crew and their managers. Everyone was setting up their equipment and making sure that everything was ready before they started filming. I, on the other hand, was running around like a headless chicken asking the managers if anyone on set needed help to which I kept getting the same response to sit down or keep Jimin company. And that was what I was avoiding really. I needed to keep myself busy with something thing that didn't directly involve Jimin, reason being he looks so handsome with his new undercut, blonde hair and rainbow highlights. The time we went to the grocery and he had highlights was just a little trial period where he tried to see how he would look like if he dyed his platinum blonde, undercut-less hair with different colors eventually deciding that he wanted that to be his next look for Butter.

"Y/n-ssi?" I turn to the stylist that was calling my name, praying I wasn't being summoned by Jimin, "Yes?"

"Namjoon-ssi asked for you" that seemed worse, because Jimin didn't ask for me personally but they were sitting right next to each other. Walking up to the dressing room, I found something that I never thought I'd witnessed with my bare eyes.

"Oh dear God!" I exclaimed turning around covering my eyes and clearing my throat to somewhat mask my supposed yelp of surprise.

"Get used to it," Namjoon yells from inside the dressing room

"We need your help! One of the stylists weren't able to make it today, Jimin and Hobi need help, could you help Hobi need to be stopped from drinking more coffee, he's somehow being more hyper and Jimin needs help with his earrings, the stylist that's on her way has been looking for the earrings everywhere. Looks like we'll need someone to calm down Mochi."

"I'm fine!" Jimin yells, sounding muffled from somewhere in the room obviously sounding stressed.

"Y/n-ssi, help please." I hear Hobi call out, followed by Joon "Better get used to seeing us shirtless or for some of us, just our... underwear. When tour starts you'll be hearing Hobi brag about his really hot body," he mocks making Hobi giggle and Jungkook laugh.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and wonder how I ended up in this predicament. Walking the room, most of the guys were getting in their clothes except for Jimin who's head was inside a luggage as he was searching for his earrings, Hobi, who were shirtless, Joon who was pulling up his pants - shirtless, Taehyung was tucking in his shirt in his pants, and the other members. who were sitting on their chairs with stylists doing their hair and makeup.

"He's not fine," Taehyung grins at me, cocking his head in Jimin's direction. Jimin was still rummaging through the luggage carefully but in a hurried manner, helping the other stylists who kept assuring him that they'll find it and that he didn't have to help which he kept ignoring. Walking over to him I place a hand gently on his shoulder as he moves around.

"Jimin-ah," I called out as I stop Hobi from taking another long sip from his iced Americano by gently prying it off his hand and quickly replacing it with a water bottle, "You're gonna be all sweaty before you could even start filming,"

"I'm just trying to help," he says "they're very organized it's impossible for them to misplace it."

"Who's not done yet?" their choreographer calls out, "we can start rehersals soon when you're all ready,"

"Jimin-ie is looking for his earrings, Give us a few minutes" Joon calls out to him before turning to Jimin and I "We'll wait for you outside, Jimin-ah"

Jimin finally looks up from the bag to nod at Joon before they left the room, "Can't you just wear those?" I ask pointing at the ones that were in its case on the dresser and he shakes his head "No, they said that's for later when I'm wearing the gray suit," I nod before asking him if he knew where the other stylist was and the others around us who were fixing his hair and make up were talking about how the others were checking other rooms making sure they didn't misplace it, other were double checking the cars.

"Can't you just wear another design?" he nodded before he looked longingly at the table "I can, but I can't help it. I was the one who brought it in and placed it on the table today. It's not their fault really, I just feel a bit out of it because I didn't sleep much last night."

"What time did you sleep?" I asked eyebrows furrowed as I lightly pull on his arm to make him stand up and led him to the chair, while his hair stylist hurriedly did her job.

"Three, maybe four AM?" he says sheepishly as he gives me a small smile. That meant he only had less than four hours of sleep.

"Jimin-ah, you knew you're filming today" I stared at him "I texted you last night to remind you but you just opened it and you didn't reply. Why didn't you sleep early?"

"I was ... preoccupied." he stuttered "I... I was busy"

"So that's why you skipped on us last night" Jin says grinning from the doorway "someone special over, huh?"

"Just... someone" Jimin's lips curl inward as if to stop himself from smiling.

"Oh," I stare at him for a second before looking away, avoiding the tugging feeling on my heartstrings "Oh, well, guess you were busy then," I muttered to myself staring at the floor wondering how I should get out of this conversation without looking like a wounded puppy.

"Well, I, uh..." I started to stutter before I was cut off

"We found it!" someone yelled from outside the room, one of the stylists came running in the room with a tiny box which I'm guessing contained the earrings Jimin was looking for. Placing the box on the dresser in front of him, he grabs it opening the box to reveal earrings. Smiling as he removes it from the box, Jimin carefully places it on his earlobes and I mutter "I'll be outside" which was drowned by the loud noise of the hair dryer.

Walking out of the dressing room, I bump into someone who was facing me standing next to a group.

"Oh" he gasps as we collide, lightly grabbing my arms to steady the both of us "Are you okay, Y/n?" I look up to see Taehyung looking at my face trying to gauge my reaction, Jungkook and Namjoon were next to him they suddenly turn around when my name was mentioned.

"I'm okay," I force a smile "I just need some fresh air, I'll be right outside"

"Y/n" I hear Namjoon call after me but he was called by their manager stopping him from following me. I continued walking towards the car where I spotted Jimin's driver and two of his security men.

"Oh!" the driver exclaims as he sees me headed to the car "Y/n-ssi, is there somewhere you need to go?"

"No, it's okay," I smile at him "I just need my backpack, I left it under the seat." He immediately opens the car and lets me retrieve my bag before closing it. When I headed the direction away from where the boys were recording he called me, "Y/n-ssi, where are you going?"

"I just need to get some air," I said turning back to him before walking away again

"We were assigned to follow you if you separate ways with Jimin-ssi," one of the guards say getting up from his chair.

"Please tell your boss, I can walk around alone without having you guys being bothered, besides all I'm going to do is head to the Museum and if one of you follow me, y'all aren't gonna like how I'm gonna react" I smile at them before bowing and quickly walking away from them.

I kept walking until I reached a bus stop, not knowing how to fully read the language except for very few words and locations, I pull out my phone to use google image translate and eventually I find out which bus to get on that was going to take me to the National Museum.

The museum was quiet expect for a few tourists that were quietly taking pictures, discussing art and others meeting up there just to walk around the place and talk. I was staring at an artifact when my phone started vibrating, pulling it out of my pocket I see Jimin's smiling face on my phone screen it was a picture that I took of him when we ate street food after he first introduced me to the other members and the staff. He was looking down at his food, happily picking a tteokbokki from his little plate to eat, wearing his beanie, dark green and brown jacket, puffy cheeks resting on his face mask. Contemplating on whether or not I should answer his call I sit on the bench next to the artifact.

Leaving the set was a bad idea and a reckless one too, but it was an emotionally impulsive one too. As I sat and waited for Jimin's angelic face to disappear from my phone's screen, I regretted leaving the set but at the same time I was embarrassed to walk back there as if I just went out to grab coffee and came back for nothing. I get up from my seat and slowly make my way towards the exit, deciding to take a walk instead of taking a bus back home relying on my virtual map. And if I ever run out of battery, Jimin's real paper map is sitting on a zipped pocket in my backpack.

Zooming out on the map I noticed a museum not too far from where I was, the Leeum Samsung Museum so walked towards it. Entering the building I kept walking until I reached a spiral stairway with walls that looked like tall windows. My phone vibrates as I kept walking around and every time I looked at my phone it was Jimin calling me.

I noticed the amount of people increasing as I spent more time in the Museum walking slowly. My phone vibrates once signaling me that it wasn't a call and my caller decided to give up, but the short buzzing doesn't stop. As I step out of the museum and finally decided to head back to the apartment, I take the bus that would pass a nearby street and watch building pass my line of sight. When I realized the short buzzing stopped for more than ten minutes, I pull my phone out of my coat to find 15 missed calls and 32 text messages that's when I noticed it has been hours since day one of filming Butter has ended, and they're all probably home by now.

Opening the missed calls most were from Jimin and there were a few from Namjoon. The texts were from them as well with a few from Hobi and Tae.

Taehyung:

Y/n-ssi?

Are you okay?

Where did you go?

Hobi:

Y/n, Jimin is looking for you. He doesn't look too happy.

Please come back. He looks really worried. He keeps walking back and forth in the room it's making me dizzy.

Jimin:

Y/n-ah, Taehyung said you left and went to the car.

Come back to the studio, it's really hot outside.

Y/n, our driver and security said you left, and that you told them to tell me that I shouldn't look for you. Where did you go?

Y/n, where are you?

Y/n, why aren't you answering your phone?

Please pick up, I'm worried about you.

Y/n. Please.

Y/n our driver told you went to a Museum, which one did you go to? Are you still there?

I went to the front desk and they checked security cameras. They said you left hours ago.

Y/n-ssi, where are you? Please come back home.

Namjoon:

Y/n, Jimin's looking for you. Please pick up the phone.

Where are you? We just finished filming, Jimin wouldn't stop asking me if I know where you are.

Y/n please don't tell Jimin, but Jin hyung and Yoongi hyung asked the company to put an emergency tracker on your phone (and other stuff) in case something wrong happens and we couldn't find you. Yoongi told me to tell you they're gonna turn the tracker on to find you if you're not found or home by midnight.

Btw Jimin doesn't know about the tracker thing, he thinks it's the Find my phone feature but it's not that.

Damn it, Y/n pick up. We checked the national museum earlier but they said you left early.

Jimin and Taehyung are driving around to find you. We didn't alert Hybe yet that we couldn't find you. Yoongi Hobi and JK are looking for you too. I'm outdoors as well with Jin hyung. Pick up the phone when we call you, please.

By the time I looked up from the messages, the bus was about to drop off passengers at parks by Han River. I automatically got up and let my feet take me to a bench by the river where I looked out at the view, hearing hushed conversations, laughter and a few squeals and happy giggles from children playing.

"This was a bad idea," I sighed "I should have said no," holding my head in my hands, I take a deep breath and close my eyes letting the fresh spring air wrap around me as some sort of comfort but all it did was make me want to cry. I should have said no and stayed at home. I should have declined the job offered. I wasn't fit to do my job as Park Jimin's emotional companion when at the same time I get easily affected by the thought of Jimin away both physically and emotionally. And it didn't help that I was the kind of person who'd get easily emotionally attached to someone like Jimin, making me a jealous girl. I wasn't fit to do this job.

My phone vibrating pulled me out of my thoughts making me want to haul it to the river. Namjoon was calling me, deciding it probably wouldn't hurt. I answer the call.

"Hey..."

"Oh dear God, finally!" Namjoon says with a sigh of relief, and I hear Jin in the background asking "Wh-what? Did she pick up?!"

"Yeah, she did," he tells Jin before his voice gets clearer "Please tell me you're safe and unharmed,"

"I'm fine, I just walked around," I sigh "I didn't think you guys needed me, especially Jimin. He was obviously doing better when I wasn't there."

"Y/n, he's not doing really great right now," he says "Taehyung is the one driving Jimin around because wouldn't stop worrying and freaking out,"

"Tell him to stop the search party," I tell him "I'm okay, I'm gonna go home in a bit anyways."

"If you think you could stop Jimin from looking for you, you're wrong" Namjoon explains "Jimin kept looking for you in between takes today, he kept telling us that he wanted to hang out with you after filming today and tomorrow because he said he think you're homesick,"

"I'm not homesick, Joon" he chuckles "You're a bad liar even over the phone,

Look," he says "just tell us where you are, so we'll pick you up and you could go back to the apartment,"

"I dunno, Joon," I sigh "I wanna go home by myself and take a day off tomorrow,"

"I don't think Jimin's gonna let you off tomorrow - he really wants you to be on set tomorrow,"

I stare at my surroundings noticing that the sun had already set and they sky was a mix of dark purple, fading pink and blue. I bit my lip wanting to cry and go home, but not back to the apartment... but home. Back home.

"Namjoon?"

"Yeah, y/n?"

"Do you think I did the right thing saying yes to this job?" I ask, tears pooling in my eyes

"Why would you think that?" he asks "You're doing everything right, just don't run off like that making him worry. He really cares about you and I don't think it's cool for you to just disappear and not answer calls, man." he huffs.

"I feel like I'm not fully capable of being an emotional companion for Jimin," I sniffle "I feel like I'm not fully qualified especially being just another fan who's not medically trained for this"

"Y/n," he starts "I'm gonna tell you something and you better listen good,"

I hear Jin speaking to Namjoon in the background and all I got was a soft warning of 'hajima' followed by a short silence before Namjoon continued, "you're not just another... fan to Jimin. You're much more than that. You're basically family, please remember that. You're important, very, very important to us especially to Jimin. So never think that you're just. Because you're not. If you were, why the hell would we not tell Hybe that we're running around like headless chickens the night before our last day of filming our next music video. You're not just Jimin's responsibility but ours too. Now tell me where you are or I'm telling Jimin that you decided to leave him and flew back to your home country without even saying goodbye - and that you never want to see him again." he threatens me in one breath being the rapper that he is.

I took a deep breath wondering if he was really going to do it, but knowing him he's gonna do everything to protect the other members. It was fully dark as I look around again, the moon was climbing higher in the night sky and the number of people were slowly increasing.

"Han River," I tell him "I'll send you my location,"

"Alright," Joonie says "Hang tight, we're headed your way once you send it. If you don't send it within the next five minutes, you know what's up."

"Okay..." I whisper as he hangs up. I send my location to him and he sends me a thumbs up emoji.

While I was waiting for Jin and Namjoon, I stayed on the bench looking around me as buildings opened up the lights to the front door of their establishments, pulling my mask down to my chin to be able to breathe the fresh air. Different colored lights made it look like a street of rainbows while street lamps looked like stars. And speaking of stars, I look up to see a few stars starting to peek out from the night sky. Right then, I started to wonder if there was a perfect spot for star gazing and my thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling my name.

"Y/n?" I look at the direction of the person talking not recognizing the man who was in his all black outfit- trench coat, ball cap and face mask were all black. Even the frame of his eyeglasses were black. I tilt my head as if to question the man when he pulls down his mask the same way I did and my eyes widen when I recognized him.

"Benji!" I exclaim as I walk up to him and wrap him in a big hug and he does the same.

"It's so good to see you, Y/n!" he laughs as he pulls away smiling and puts both hands on my shoulder "What brings you to Seoul? How long are you staying here? Where are you staying? Who are you staying with?"

"One at a time buddy," I giggle "I work here, so, yeah. I'm gonna be here for a while and I live alone."

"Woah," his eyes widen in awe "Where do you work? Do you think we could catch up with the good old days?"

"Yeah, we definitely could," I beamed "Oh work! I actually work at-"

"Y/n-ssi!" I hear voices call my name, one sounding very disappointed while the other three were loud enough as if to warn a child to keep their hand out of the cookie jar. I turn to see Jin, Namjoon and Taehyung headed towards me Jimin slowly walking behind them, the three men seemed to slow down when Jimin picked up speed to stand next to me, gently holding my hand and pulling me towards his body making Benji drop his hands from my shoulder immediately.

"I've been looking everywhere for you," he whispers tilting his head to the side, a trait of his that only makes an appearance when he's pissed or annoyed, or even disappointed, "I was really worried," He stops what he's saying and turns to look at Benji, as he says Hello and bows his head. Benji bows too and the other boys did the same.

Jimin looks between the two of us pointedly before asking "We're we interrupting something?" there was something about the way that he asked it that made it sound as if he was annoyed or irritated, but I brushed it off thinking he's probably just tired because of work and looking for me right after.

"Oh, no," Benji chuckles "I was just asking Y/n where she works now and if we could hang out like how we did a few years back?"

"You two know each other?" Taehyung asks to which Benji replies "Yes, we do. I was a transfer student when I first met her."

"Uh huh," Taehyung nods, slowly measuring up Benji "I see..." Namjoon and Jin slowly start doing the same thing, which was weird because Jimin started it.

"Well," Namjoon starts "So sorry to cut this short, but Y/n needs to report to her supervisor" Joon says, nodding at the other boys as if sending a signal.

"Supervisor?" Benji asks "But isn't it past working hours?"

"She's a personal assistant," Jimin says, sounding as if he was rolling his eyes "she reports even past work hours, and her work shift ends late."

"Oh, okay" Benji nods, playing along "I see"

"Yeah, so we have to leave because we've been looking everywhere for you" Jin says from behind Tae "The bosses said they're gonna come and get you if you don't get back in the office soon,"

As if right on queue behind Namjoon, Hobi appears calling out to me wearing everything... and I mean everything. Head to toe. Louis. Vuitton. Even from a distance, his look screamed 'expensive', even the air around him screamed 'expensive'. And he wasn't the only one. Yoongi and JK had the same aura.

"Ya~, Y/n!" Yoongi yells "I swear to God, Y/n-ssi! Why weren't you answering my phone calls?" he sounded bossy which has never happened, something was fishy. I pointedly look at all of them, except for Jimin who was burning holes on my face and his body heat was radiating off of me like an angry fire dragon about to blow fire at an intruder, said intruder being Benji.

"I can't believe, my Louis Vuitton slippers are walking in a public park just because my assistant is testing my patience," Hobi shakes his head dramatically "You're lucky I have a hangover, Y/n-ssi or I would've already fired you and had you deported"

"You should proably... go..." Benji trails off he says to me "We'll catch up next time," he reassures me.

"But how?" I ask.

"I work at a company not too far from here," he says "we could meet up some other time surely,"

"Alright," I sigh "I'll see you around,"

"Sorry for interrupting you two," "Yeah, sorry," Jin and Namjoon say to him and he says it's okay. I smile a little as he starts walking away after he says his goodbye and bows his head at the boys.

Once he was far away from us, I look at Hobi and Yoongi who were turning red. When they look at each other I heard a windshield wiper laugh followed by Hobi disappearing from my line of sigh as he falls to the concrete holding on JK's arm having the time of his life laughing happily.

"Guys, that felt rude," Jungkook says grinning "Especially you two hyung" he tells Hobi and Yoongi.

"It was but Jimin looked like he was about to punch the guy," Yoongi said chuckling "We came up with it as fast as we can but we were worried about Jin and Namjoon laughing, good thing they didn't. Taehyung too."

"He should thank Yoongi and Hobi hyung," Tae says "We just saved him from Park Jimin."

"I wasn't going to hurt him," Jimin says, back to sounding like an angel again

"Just a little, hyung?" Jungkook asks smiling making the other members chuckle.

"Maybe," Jimin whispers "depends," he looks down at our hands which I didn't notice were intertwined. He plays with my fingers a little before he unexpectedly pulls me in for a hug, wrapping his warm arms around me. Face buried in my hair. The laughter slowly stops as they all turn away and start heading to their cars.

"Be home before midnight, hyung!" Jungkook yells as they get in their cars, Taehyung hands Jimin's car keys to me and walks towards Jin's car, "Or our boss will lock the door," he yells followed by Hobi cackling.

Jimin pulls away and holds my face in his hands, slightly squishing my cheeks, "You're too cute for your own good," he says adorably, almost as if he was saying it to himself "I should keep you protected all times~"

"Don't act so innocent, Park Jimin!" I lightly hit his arm, he stares at me a bit longer

"I should say the same to you," he says seriously, his voice a bit deeper "You ran off and made me worry about you,

Did you run off to see him?" he asks

"What?! No!" I say a little too loud, taken aback "I just saw him minutes before you arrived-"

"Then why did you leave me?" he asks "Why did you leave without telling me where you were going? If all you wanted to do was go to a museum, we could have done that together after work just like how we'd hang out to eat street food. But not like that, Y/n-ah." He says trying so hard not to raise his voice "I was worried sick about you. You didn't answer my calls,"

"I didn't answer the other members too,"

"You answered Namjoon hyung," he points out "he forwarded your location to me because Tae and I were nearby. I was so relieved to know you were safe but I didn't know how or what to feel when I saw you,"

"What in the world do you mean?" I ask eyebrows furrowed "I was just talking to a friend,"

He sighs in defeat shaking his head, averting his eyes, "He better stay a friend, Y/n-ssi...He as to," he whispers to himself in satoori but I heard it and understood it because Jungkook was teaching me Busan satoori.

"What? What do you mean?" I ask again and he shakes his head

"Forget I said anything,. Don't worry about it," he says softly as he slowly lets go of me "Let's get you home." Once his hands weren't on me anymore it felt like I was a ship that lost it's anchor and I was slowly drifting away but I wanted my anchor back. He started to slowly walk towards the car stopping to look back at me, waiting. Slowly moving my feet, I walk to Jimin's car and let him drive me back to the apartment.

Once Jimin pulls up to the valet, I was about to get out when I look at him and decide I needed a time out from him after tonight's behaviour.

"Since you're usually... occupied or busy," I point out "I might not be there tomorrow morning, I'll text you if I change my mind and head there after lunch,"

"Y/n-ah, come on," he says almost like he was begging me to stop acting the way I was, "Please be there,"

"I can't think straight, Jimin-ah," I sigh exasperated "I'm living in a playground," I whisper to myself "Good night, Jimin-ah. Drive safe." I say to him as I get out from the car and into the building, thankful that I was lucky enough to catch the elevator before it closed.

When I got inside the apartment, I quickly open twitter and type my frustration out.

Y'all wanna know why our life is like a playground when it comes to unsure relationships? They all have one thing in common. Swings, seesaws, slides, damn it the whole play ground! We keep coming back for more. The first time we encounter the damn place we're excited and scared, but we keep going back there everytime! We play, we fall, we get hurt, and we get back up again only to have it repeat.

And somehow. Sometimes. The person who cause us pain are the ones playing with us. Even when we fully put our trust in them. We let them push us on the swing, we let them get on the opposite end of the seesaw, we go down the slide together, we play catch and get hurt by the same person. And yet... we keep coming back for more. Even though it already hurts and you want to stop playing around.

You end up trusting and loving that person, but in the end they leave you. Not letting you know if they'll see you again.

I throw my phone on the kitchen counter as I walked on my way to the couch muttering to myself, "I hate myself for falling for you. Why did it have to be me in this position? Why you? Of all people on earth, why did it have to be you? I'm not complaining, just questioning how absurd this is. Damn you, Park Jimin. Damn you and your warm hands and you pretty eyes and your pillowy kissable lips and your sweet voice and your kindness. Damn you. I love you, but damn you."

My phone vibrates from the counter making me groan out loud before sulking and standing up. Seeing that it was a text notification from Jimin, I wanted to pretend I was asleep and not open it but I was too curious.

Jimin:

My life is a playground too, but you have my word that you'll see me tomorrow and days after that. I'll see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams.

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Mx. Writer, I am so sorry I did not know as I am new to your page, pls forgive me •́ ‿ ,•̀

And I really liked your post on my ask, I loved it very much ( ╹▽╹ )

Is it possible that you could write a bit more of their interactions? Ik howl-fantasies and flaysthings are the y/n writers, but I'd really love to see them interacting more, especially with Oswald since he was quite jealous oh the Kryptonian :)

I feel like y/n would have him keep his powers a secret except from the people she deems a bit trustworthy, like Maggie and Bruce? But definitely not Victor haha

Anon, I swear to the gods I am in love with you. You are so kind! To hear how much you love all of our OC's makes my heart melt. Of course, I will write you some more. Because I have no way to tag you, I will write it here. But just know this takes place after Maggie gets back from her trip to Central City with Ivy. Which I have not finished writing quite yet, so these will be slightly out of order. But I'll try not to spoil that chapter here, as nobody in Gotham is even supposed to know what went on, on that trip anyway.

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Home, Sweet Home!

Maggie's POV:

I threw my bag down on the floor of my apartment in frustration. Three weeks, three excruciatingly long weeks. I've never been so happy to see this run-down shit hole in my life. I hurled myself face down into the couch, letting out a frustrated grunt. As I lifted my head, I blew a strand of hair from my face. I looked like shit.

I got off the couch and made my way over to the shower. Hoping the hot water would relax my muscles a bit. I thought over recent events in my head. It would be too soon if I never saw Ivy again. I got out of the shower and got dressed. All the food in my apartment would be trash by now, but that was ok. I would be headed to Oswald's soon. I'm sure he's throwing a tantrum as I speak. I was gone much longer than I wanted to be. And I was drained, both physically and mentally.

I thought back to what happened jsut before I left, and remembered the letter hidden under my fruit bowl. I could deliver this to Victor. He deserved to know about it. Lord knows where that kid was now. If they meant him harm, well they were stupid, but at least he should know they're coming.

I threw on an oversized sweater, trying to hide the many scrapes and bruises covering my body. I couldn't do much about the ones on my face, or how tired my eyes looked, but I could lie. I locked up behind me, walking the familiar path to Ozzie's. I knew he would yell at me, but I didn't really care. All I wanted was a good hug from him. I hoped Butch and Tabitha were ok. But it wasn't safe for them to come back just yet, not until I knew Ivy was finally done with me. I brought my hand up to knock on the door, but it was opened before I could even do so. Y/N stood before me, arms crossed over her chest in that disappointed mom sort of way.

"Well hello, Magnolia."

She quickly pulled me into the mansion, shutting the door behind us. I had to admit, I hated the use of my full name when it came out of her mouth. It felt worse than when Moira used to do it. She guided me to a side room and shut that door two.

"I don't even think I have to explain how mad I am right now." She started.

Her tone was even, calm. Scarily calm.

"Oswald had to call me, screaming his little head off because you went and disappeared off the face of the planet. I had to come back to Gotham, early, mind you, and be yelled at some more. Victor and I, and every other good-for-nothing criminal in this god-forsaken city spent weeks looking for you. YOu know I even checked the narrows, thinking maybe for some reason you were hiding there." She took a deep breath to calm herself.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?"

"I don't know what else you want me to say Y/N." "Where were you?"

She finally rose her voice. It was weird, to hear the genuine care in her tone. Despite her yelling at me, I just felt sad, not sacred like I should have been.

"And don't even think about lying to me."

"Then I won't say anything. I can't say anything. Not now at least. But I'm here, isn't that good enough."

"Is that good enough? What am I supposed to tell Oswald, huh? Even Jim was worried sick about you. The boy hasn't gotten any sleep since the day Oswald came into the GCPD yelling about how you must have been kidnapped or some shit. So I'm going to ask you one more time Magnolia, where were you?"

"Do you really think I don't want to tell you?!" I screamed.

Sure, maybe I should have been a little quieter, considering I didn't need Oswald seeing me like this. And it was never a good idea to raise your voice at Y/N. But I couldn't help it. I was at my wit's end, my self control withering to dust before my eyes. She just stood there, staring at me. But did nothing, said nothing.

"I'm scared ok. To someone like you, that might sound stupid, because you're not afraid of anything. But I don't have ulterior motives when it comes to the people I care about, you being included. I can't tell you anything, not yet. But I can promise you, I'm handling it. And if you see Tabitha and Butch, don't tell them I'm back please." The last part of my sentences sounded so hopelessly desperate. It was pathetic.

She silently pulled me into a hug. One of the crushing ones that spoke all the words for you. When she pulled away she looked at me.

"Just say the word, and you know I'll kill for you, whoever this is-" "I know. But it's not time for that now. We should tell Oswald I'm home. I shouldn't make him wait any longer."

"Good to know you didn't lose all your common sense." She joked.

The walk to the throne room felt impossibly long. But whatever Oswald had to say, I could handle it. I deserved it. Time seemed to stop when he looked up at me.

"Maggie?" He asked.

Ed was with him. This was the first time in a while I'd seen the two of them not at each other's throats. Seem's like a lot changed here in Gotham while I was gone. Edward looked at me like I was a ghost. I didn't like the feeling. had they all assumed I was dead I suppose it wasn't far-fetched, no one could find me, and my phone was off. Three weeks was a long time to go missing in Gotham.

"I know you're mad-" I tried to clear the air, the silence was deafening.

He simply opened up his arms for me, and I ran into them. Even Edward placed a hand on my arm in comfort.

"Are you ok? Are your hurt?" "I'm fine now, promise. Something came up with my brother, out of the city. I broke my phone. Sorry I didn't call, or tell you I was leaving."

Y/N never said I couldn't lie to Oswald. He was easy to lie to, he trusted me far too much. He babied me, and most times it was annoying, but now it worked to my advantage.

"You have a brother?" Edward asked.

"Yeah, older. But he's very secretive, when he told me he was in trouble I didn't think, I just ran. I should have gotten a new phone while I was gone. It was my mistake Oswald really. So please don't be mad. I promise next time my brother is in trouble I'll let you know first."

I gave him the sincerest smile I couldn't muster. Oliver would have my back if I asked him to lie about where I was if it came down to it. Of course, then he'd want to know the real answer, but, that I'd have to deal with if it ever came.

"I'm glad you're safe kid." Edward said.

I cringed back, pulling away from him. I gave him a look like he just killed my dog.

"What?" He asked.

"Don't call me kid like you're not just a few years older than me. How would you feel if I called you Sir?"

"Werided out."

"Exactly." I laughed.

"I hope you know-"

"You're not letting me out of your sight? Yeah, I figured as much. but I'm really tired, can I go up to my room?"

He pulled me in for one more hug before dismissing me. I knew it would be hard to earn back his trust a little. One thing I learned in my time of staying with Oswald was that he felt things very intensely. And he loved fiercely even if it was strictly platonic.

Y/N followed me up to my room, something I'm sure was gonna be a common occurrence for a while. I left the door open behind me, waiting for her to shut it.

"So, you're willing to lie to Oswald. I know damn well your brother didn't need your help."

"He already thought I was dead; it would be cruel to let him think I was still in danger. Besides, with him having you tail me everywhere, I doubt he'll need to know. Oswald is fragile when it comes to things like these."

"So, you're protecting him. How noble of you." "Can you just say what you want to say already? I'm tired of this beating around the bush bull shit. Yell at me again if you need to, I don't care anymore. Just stop bottling up all your feelings lie you're some sort of f robot, that's Vic's job, not yours. Talk to me like I'm a fucking person Y/N! I'm not five."

She sighed, sitting on the dresser in the corner of my room.

"As you know, Victor and I got back together. But the terms are still shaky."

"Ok?"

"But the only reason I gave him a second chance was because you convinced me to. You got me through that, hard time. And I apricated it."

"Are you trying to say thank you?" I asked smugly.

"Not yet, Victor still has a long way to go before I trust him again. So, there's nothing to thank you for. But my point is, him and I were talking. With how reckless the two of us live, were bound to not make it out of one of these missions sometime. Unlike everyone else, I didn't believe you were dead. So, I got Victor to agree, taht if it comes to it, our stuff will go to you. I wouldn't trust anyone else with my shit. And I don't want the cops confiscating my guns."

"Let me get this straight, while I was gone, and everyone assumed I was dead, you and Victor not only get back together, but you wrote out your wills all of a sudden. What happen to your whole invincible mindset?"

"I grew up. And one more thing, there's one other person on that will alongside you. And I would like for you to meet him."

I thought over her words for a second. There was obviously something she wasn't telling me. But I couldn't judge her for that, I'd be a hypocrite.

"I'm hurt." Is said, no inflection in my tone.

She glanced up at me with a confused look on her face.

"That I'm not your only little pet. I mean honestly Y/N, there's someone out there that you care about, apparently just as much as me, and you don't mention his existence until now."

"That's what you're focused on right now?"

"Well, I'd rather not thing about the 'you dying' part of this conversation, so excuse me for being curious about this mystery man."

She rolled her eyes.

"You're not really tired, are you?"

"Oh, trust me, I'm exhausted. But I'm not missing the opportunity to meet this person." I smiled at her.

"Then I'll tell Oswald were going to get some dinner. Some bull about you missing our old hang out spot."

"Oh, so you're willing to lie to Oswald?" I mirrored her earlier statement.

She shot me a glare, and I rolled my eyes. I followed her out of the house, excited, but nervous to meet this new guy. Where the hell had she been hiding him?

Y/N took me to the backroom of the cafe Carmine used to own. She had one of the baristas bring us coffee as we waited. I was rocking back and forth on my heals. Y/N chuckled slightly under her breath.

"Relax, he'll be here soon. He's never late, not when I call him at least. Since when did you get so antsy?"

"Since I'm meeting someone important to you. the last time I did that, I met victor, and he tried to kill me the first time we met, remember?"

"B won't kill you."

B, how interesting. First name initial, last name? Suddenly a boy with the prettiest dirty blonde hair I've ever seen came through the door. His hair was messy, parted to the side and sort of slicked back a little. He looked to be around my age, maybe a little younger. He wore a tan, checkers suit, that was done up in a sort of haphazard way. He somehow managed to look both sharp and lazy at the same time. His eyes were covered by a very expensive pair a sunglass, perhaps he was hung over. But as Y/N said, he wasn't late.

He greeted Y/N first, pulling her into a hug, and kissing each of her cheeks. Not a single word was exchanged between them. Then he turned to me.

"You must be Magnolia, I've heard a lot about you."

I nearly choked on my coffee, that couldn't be good.

"Well, depending on who you've spoken to, I'm wondering if I should be worried. Because I have heard nothing about you, infact Y/N here has neglected to even tell me your name."

I sent her a slight glare. I was beyond embarrassed. Standing next to the both of them, I managed to look severely underdressed. He let out a scoff, and finally removed his sunglasses, clipping the to the hem of his shirt. His eyes were possibly the most piercing blue, I watched as his pupils dilated, adjusting to the new light source.

"Are you just going to stare at me or?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes.

"Still don't have a name pretty boy, I prefer not to converse with total strangers. And I'm not starring, I simply memorizing your features in case you need to be identified someday."

"Oh? And why would that be?"

"Haven't decided yet, line up, body bag, missing person? The options are endless here in Gotham."

Y/N watched us both, a stupid amused smirk on her face as she sipped her coffee. I watched as his eyes raked over me.

"What are you doing?" I glared at him.

"Memorizing your features, dear Magnolia."

I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Touche."

"You can call me Basil. Y/N just calls me B."

Basil, what an odd name.

"How do you like your coffee Basil?" I asked.

He raised a brow at me.

"I don't like American coffee..."

"This isn't an American cafe, but you should know that already."

"Alright children, that's enough. You both can trust each other, so stop with the quizzing. I'll get you a cappuccino B, and I'll refill your late Maggie, behave, both of you."

"Yes ma'am." Basil said.

I gave her a curt nod, telling her I understood.

"So, how long have you known Y/N?" I asked.

"Almost eight months now." "And I've never seen you here in Gotham?"

"I didn't live here, not until last week. She would come to visit me back in National City."

"Ahh, so that's where she randomly disappeared too sometimes. I'm assuming you've met Vic?"

"A few times, yes." "Doesn't sound like you're much of a fan then." "He can be a bit... brash. I don't think he goes about things in the way he should. But, he's fine. He loves Y/N so at least there's that."

I smiled a little at that. He was very similar to me in that way.

"Yeah, Zsasz is a bit much, but you get used to him. He's not used to showing that he cares about anyone but Bubbe, but he does. We'd both be dead otherwise, definitely not in his will." I laughed at how absurd it sounded.

"You're odd, you know that right Magnolia?"

"Maggie, people only call me Magnolia when I'm in trouble, or they want something from me. What is it that you want... Basil?

"I thought I asked the two of you to stop that."

Y/N handed us each our coffee's. I noticed bit of blood on her hand, her knuckles were raw.

"Relax, we're just getting to know each other." "You seem less friendly since your trip." She concluded.

"And you seem to have beat the ever living hit out of someone when you left to get our coffee. Which probably means we should get out of here."

I avoided her accusation. I saw the slight resemblance of a smirk ghost on Basil's face. We heard shouting and gun shots up front. I grabbed his hand, as well as knife from the kitchen counter and we ran out the back door. Y/N followed shortly behind. We hid behind a dumpster in the ally where I knew Y/N stored some spare guns.

"A knife to a gun fight, really?" Basil laughed.

"Yeah, cause mommy dearest over there would trust me with a gun." I joked.

"Children!" Y/N scolded.

"Right, sorry. Who did we piss off this time?"

"They used to work for Fish, when I saw them enter Falcone's Cafe, I just kind of lost it."

"Mooney's goons?" Basil asked.

Y/N gave him a nod. She wasn't one to shy away from a fight, but she was trying to be more cautious now. Now that she had people, she actually cared for. People that have proven time and time again that they could get hurt.

"I'll take care of them. Get her back to Oswald's don't want to hear about another one of his fit's if she doesn't get home. Especially if he finds out you came to see me, he already doesn't like me much."

Why would Oswald not like him? He seemed similar to Edward in some ways. He certainly was hiding something, but now wasn't the time to figure that out.

"No way buddy, you aren't taking them on alone." I scoffed.

"He's a big boy Maggie, he can handle himself. And you're both right, the knife is stupid, and you're not getting a gun until I teach you how to properly shoot. Text me when you're safe B. I've got to go tell Victor Maggie's back home anyways. He won't say it out loud, but he missed her."

I sighed, burying the knife in my boot.

"Fine, but whatever you aren't telling, you're telling me when we get there."

AN: I wanted to make Basil and Maggie's first interaction a little rocky. But they will be like siblings bickering from here on out. He definitely teaches her more self-defense techniques. Which would probably make him the first to learn exactly how much hand to hand combat her actual brother Oliver taught her. I feel like she slowly drops her weak little innocent act, at least around the villains.

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Santa, Tell Me

Sakusa Kiyoomi

First one of the Christmas oneshots ✨

THIS IS WRITTEN WITH A GENDER NEUTRAL READER!

Based off of the song “Santa Tell Me” by Ariana Grande

Angst(?) to fluff!

Authors note: Hopefully this is the first of multiple oneshots, the plan is to hopefully get out 3-5 before Christmas, but it will really depend on school and “Just a Friend to You”. Other than that, enjoy! 🖤

Warnings: None!

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to commit, Sakusa.”

“Y/N I do want to be with you, I’m just not ready-“ Sakusa sighs, running his hands through his hair as he looked at you once again. Your arms were crossed, still following him with your eyes in his apartment.

“Sakusa, I have so many feelings for you, it’s unbelievable. I want to hold your hand, kiss you, wake up next to you, but I also want to be able to introduce you to my family as my boyfriend, NOT that we’re dating so that I have to explain the situation just so that my father can say that I’m wasting my time.”

You had Sakusa had been in the “talking/exclusive” stage for about 5 months, with liking each other for about 9. Now, you understood Sakusa wanting to take his time. His past relationship wasn’t the best, and especially with his habits, he warned you immediately when you asked him out, giving you a chance to back out.

But, you never did. And you never thought of backing out, despite how much is hurt to say that the boy you possibly love could possibly not love you back.

“If I’m not ready, I’m not ready, Y/N. When I’m ready, I’ll be ready, but please just be patient with me.” Sakusa said, walking up to you to grab your hand, but you retract your hand before he can even touch you, clasping your hands together.

“I’ve been patient for a while, Saku. Just, figure it out before the holidays. If not, then I don’t really know.” You say, and turned to make your way out the door, without him stopping you.

Santa tell me, if you’re really there

Don’t make me fall in love again

if he won’t be here next year

Turning the corner, you walk 3 more blocks, your apartment building slowly coming into view. Despite your, “thing”, being a germaphobe himself, you and your own roommate as well, living in New York City was a dream of yours. Now, you weren’t as extreme as Sakusa, it more was just avoiding getting sick. However, seeing someone sneeze near you? Take out the hand sanitizer please and thank you.

Santa tell me if he really cares

Cuz I can’t give it all away

if he won’t be here next year

Unlocking the door, you stepped into your apartment, coming in to see your roommate, Lex, on the couch with her laptop.

Did I just add this because I didn’t feel like putting in an OC? Yes.

“Woah.” Lex says, and you face her.

“What?”

“Tell me why you got that look on your face like someone just made you drop your $4 bagel in the middle of a crosswalk.”

“Ugh,” you groan, throwing your head back as you throw down your bag, plopping face first into the couch next to her as she types away.

“Sakusa again.” You mumble, turning your head to the side so that it’s actually audible. Lex sighs, putting her glasses on top of her head, closing her laptop.

“I think- ya know what I think, I think, you just gotta go on a walk. Get that Christmas tourist in you ya know. Just go to the Macy’s-“

“Too many people-“

“AS I WAS SAYING, go do the basic tourist stuff around the city. I know you hate it, I do too, but even if it’s gross, it makes you happy. I’ll give you money to go ice skating later if you want.” You sit up, staring her in the eyes.

“You’d do that for me?” Lex nods at you, giving you a small smile as tears start to form in your eyes.”

“EY- WHY ARE YOU CRYING-“

“YOURE NEVER THIS NICE-“

“OH SHUT UP!” Lex tosses a pillow at you, hitting you in your chest. You run and change, grabbing your bag and waving at her as you head out the door.

Walking into the large Macy’s, you stroll around the store, seeing things that you like or you’d want to get for someone as a gift.

A shiny glimmer catches your eye, coming up on a sleek black and silver watch.

Sakusa would like that, you think, about to turn to the employee to ask for the price, however you stop yourself, looking back at it.

Don't make me fall in love again

if he won't be here next year

You walk past the watch, going up the escalator as you stare back down at the section, thinking of Sakusa once more.

I've been down this road before

Fell in love on Christmas night

But on New Year's Day I woke up

You shake your head, turning forward to make your way towards the kitchen section to hopefully find something for your mother.

and he wasn't by my side

You don’t end up finding anything, instead grabbing a jacket for your mother, and purchasing it. After shopping around for another hour, you decide to leave. Walking the streets, you pass by the large nut crackers, taking a picture of them to send to Lex as you know her sister loves them.

Stopping at Baked By Melissa, you pick up a pack of small cupcakes, looking behind you as you wait for the cashier to pack them. You see small flurries of white start to fall, smiling softly at the sight of snow.

“Apparently we’re supposed to get a storm soon, maybe it’ll be a white Christmas.” The cashier says as you turn back to him, nodding slightly as you take the bag out of his hand, giving him a wave as you open the door to leave.

You check your phone, deciding to actually go ice skating with the money Lex gave you. After putting your belongings in a locker and buying your skates, you make your way towards the ice, skating along the icy floor.

While you busy yourself, staring at the families around, Lex opens the door to reveal Sakusa at the door, letting himself in.

“Alright come in I guess-“

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Wow not even a hello the tREATMENT I GET”

Lex shakes her head, faking disappointment as Sakusa sighs, flicking ear forehead, her hand immediately shooting up to mask the pain.

“RUDE I SWEAR!”

Sakusa smiles at Lex, taking her dramatics light heartedly as she shakes her head.

“I sent Y/N to clear their head. You really got up there today, Saku.”

“I know, that’s why I’m wondering where they are.” Lex sighs, slightly shaking her head.

“An apology isn’t just gonna fix this again Sak-“

“No Lex, I want them to be mine. I don’t care anymore I just want to tell Y/N I’m in love with them.”

Lex’s eyes immediately soften, a small “aww” falling from her lips. She then throws her head back, slightly groaning in frustration.

“Can’t you do it tomorrow? It’s freezing outside and I don’t wanna change-“

“No it has to be now, Y/N has to know I love them.”

“But Sakusaaaaa,” Lex whines, slightly stomping her feet, “I was gonna shower-“

“LEX!”

“UGH FINE!”

After a while, Lex grabs her coat and the two head down the stairs and onto the streets of the city, flooded with people trying to get home and avoid the cold. Calling for a taxi to head to Rockefeller rink. The two sit in the taxi as the traffic told on, finally getting there after 30 minutes. Getting out of the taxi, the two speed walk their way into the center. Trying to spot the passing people coming off the rink, neither can spot you.

A glimpse of light blue passes Sakusa’s eyes, seeing your familiar bag as you walk away.

“Y/N!” He tells, trying to go towards you, but you couldn’t hear him over the load chatter of passing New Yorkers. Leaving Lex to follow him, he starts randomly saying excuse me as he pushes his way through the walking people.

You walk up the stairs, hearing the screaming people around you, seeing the classic clutter around the tree. You stare at it from a distance, then decide to walk towards it.

“Y/N!”

At this point Sakusa couldn’t care who he was touching. Lex had tripped over her shoe, leading her to sprint back to Sakusa as he finally got a clearing, seeing you walking towards the tree.

“Y/N!”

You hear a yell of your name, you lifting your head and quickly looking around.

“Y/N”

Your eyes finally fall towards the voice, facing Sakusa with a heaving Lex behind him.

“God damnit asthma-“

He walks closer to you, coming within a few feet of you.

“I love you.”

Santa tell me

If he really cares

Time feels as if it stops, you hearing those 3 little words that you’ve wanted to here for the longing months. Your body moves to its own accord, beginning to sprint towards him.

Cuz I can’t give it all away

You grab him by his collar, pulling Sakusa down to lock lips with him, your eyelashes fluttering closed as he holds you tight by your waist. You hear a faint cheering, but your ears block it out, only focusing on your love right in front of you, continuing to kiss him until you’re breathless.

If he won’t be here

Next year

~ Lex 🎲

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BUMMER SUMMER || peter parker; ch six

read ch five here

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an; heyo everyone. online schooling is kicking my ass, my cat doesn’t like me anymore, and i keep sleeping until 3pm. no worries tho, cause yesterday i got some starbursts. let me know what you think of this chapter! hearing your feedback is super encouraging :)

**italics indicate flashback**

warnings; mentions of battle wounds (i.e. blood/scars/etc), future smut, mature language, fluff, angst, both peter and oc are 18+!!

word count; 2.7k+

peter's pov

my blood runs cold as soon as the weight of edie's body falls into mine. her limbs are limp and heavy, making it awkward to keep her steady as i gather her in my arms. everything around me is buzzing. every noise is drowned out by the pounding in my ears, the drumming of my heart beat in my chest.

"oh- oh my god. edie." i rush out with a shaky breath as her eyes struggle to stay open, "look at me, please. please keep looking at me, okay? don't close your eyes." i plead.

she gazes up at me, more like through me, as her head lolls against my chest. i pull her into me and lift her off the ground. i try to control my breathing, knowing how i handle these next few minutes will mean more than anything i've ever done before.

edie's eyes wander around the hallway and i make my way to the medical room with bounding strides. she lets out an occasional whimper when i jostle her too much and my stomach drops every time.

when there, i flip the light switch on and take in the room around me. i've never needed to be here before, making me wish every wound i ever endured had landed me in here- just so i can take better care of the girl in my arms.

i move over to one of the two empty beds that resembles those you would find at a hospital and place her down softly. she stares up at the ceiling, her eyelids grow weaker and heavier as time passes. i bite my bottom lip and grab at my hair. i really don't know what i'm doing.

"my side, pete. 'm hurts." she whispers and rolls her head so that she's looking at me now.

i swallow my fear and put up a strong facade for her, "i know, e. just keep looking at me. can you do that?"

edie just barely nods her head and her eyes follow me as i gather the right supplies to address the source of the bleeding. my hands fumble around as i set everything on the cart next to her bed.

"e, im gonna have to take your suit off, okay? i have to get to your side to stop the bleeding." my voice can't help but shake as i mutter the words to her. she just stares back at me with misty eyes that hold no objections.

"m'kay, jus' press the button." edie instructs, her lips parting as her breaths become softer and weaker. with that, i search for the emblem on her wrist and press it lightly. her suit expands and hangs loosely around her frame. i hesitantly begin pulling it down her shoulders, letting out a sigh of relief when i see the dark purple bra covering her chest.

finally able to get a good look at her side, i try to hold back a gasp. along the length of her torso, a gash runs from just under her ribs on her back all the way to her hip bone in the front. no longer being compressed by the suit, the bleeding gushes faster.

i look over at the supplies i’ve gathered and realize none of it will be much help. this is so much worse than i originally thought. i finally move my eyes from the wound and scan the room once again. so many machines that i have no idea how to operate just stare back at me, taunting me as i stand here helpless.

a hand clasps around my own. edie stares up at me with pleading eyes, small whimpers leaving her lips. i hold back a sob as i squeeze her hand back and reach for my cell phone.

the phone rings three times before he picks up, i don't breath until then.

"hello?"

my words are caught in my throat. "uh, m-mr. stark, i need help. edie's hurt and she must have gotten stabbed or something and there's so much blood and i-i don't know what to do or—"

his voice cuts me off, remaining calm and stern, "are you putting pressure on the wound?"

i let go of edie's hand and grab the gauze from the cart, moving to follow orders. "y-yes, sir."

"peter, you need to go to the back right corner and in the first drawer is a device that looks like a pen. grab it and hold it over the wound. press the side button and let it do its thing." mr. stark explains everything to me slowly. i do as he says, grabbing the small device and removing the now bloodied gauze from edie's side.

as i click the side, a blue light emerges from the tip, analyzing the wound before a cluster of lasers move over the length of it. slowly but surely the horrific gash starts mending before my eyes. i grab edie's hand and squeeze. after a few seconds, i feel the gentle press of her fingers against mine.

"everything okay, kid? give me an update here." tony says into the phone i had put down to tend to my best friend.

"yes, mr. stark." i call out.

edie's eyes flutter to meet mine. they're glassy and wet, unshed tears sitting on the brim of her lower lids. i glance at the healing device, taking notice that it has turned off automatically after it finished its job. i shakily put it down and latch onto edie's hand with both of mine.

"hey. hey, there," i whisper to her. she smiles weakly and closes her eyes, finally letting a single tear slide down her flushed cheeks, "you're okay now, yeah? how do you feel?"

she just squeezes my hand one more time before her body releases all the tension it's holding and she falls unconscious.

"peter, what the hell happened?" i jump when mr. stark's voice sounds from the phone again. hesitantly, i move edie's hand to her side and cover her almost naked chest with the blanket draped at the foot of the bed.

i pick up the phone and take a deep breath before giving an answer.

"i-i don't know, sir."

-

edie's pov

i never realized how often i put myself in danger. when i go out into the city at night, the thought rarely crosses my mind. it was only when i was face to face with the possibility i wouldn't make it home that night, that's when i realized what wearing a suit really entails.

before i even open my eyes, i'm aware of how cold the air feels around me. it bites into my cheeks and the tip of my nose, making me wiggle it uncomfortably. i can tell i'm not alone too. i hear soft breathing come from a few feet away, the source is asleep from what i can tell. finally, i open my eyes.

my heart swells at the sight of peter sprawled out along the hospital bed next to mine. he lays on his stomach, one hand draping over the side of the bed as his other supports his head. i keep my eyes on his peaceful face- and suddenly i find myself fighting the urge to wrap my fingers around his and hold his hand. i lift my hand away from the side of the bed and i gasp at the pain that shoots from my ribs to my hip.

it's excruciating. my skin feels hot and the red flash of pain brings tears to my eyes. slowly, i move my hand to the blanket covering my torso and push it aside. i raise my head slowly to see a horrible looking scar stretched along my side. it's red and angry and makes me sick to my stomach. i fight to keep a sob from escaping my lips, but the sight of the wound makes it nearly impossible. i let out a whimper and the events of the night before replay in my head.

-

i stay close to the dark alleyways of the city. my lack of web-slinging and flying makes it difficult to remain discreet, but sticking to the alleyways where most of the crimes take place seems to work well for me. the streets become quiet after rush hour hits and the city is lacking its usual light atmosphere. i've been walking for a while and have yet to find anyone who needs help.

once one am rolls around, i stumble upon a younger couple arguing a few meters down the alley. the man is shouting and seems to tower over the girl. she's scared, that i can tell, but something about her seems tough and hard to crack. i hide behind the corner and bend down to wrap my fingers around the knife in my left boot, ready to make a move if necessary.

the man begins backing the girl up against the wall and making large gestures with his hands. he must've said something the girl didn't like because she takes her hand and brings it down across his face with a sharp crack. he stumble back, hand to his cheek. i tense when he looks back at the girl and growls at her like an animal.

as he raises his hand to hit her, i jump from around the building and sprint in their direction. i manage to grab hold of the man's fist before he brings it down to meet the girls' face. his head snaps in my direction and his attention is suddenly on me. i shoot a quick glance at the girl, pleading with my eyes for her to run.

"mind your business, lady." the man hisses through clenched teeth. i hold my ground, focusing on keeping his attention on me so the girl has a chance of getting away. "are you gonna say anything? or just stand there?" he continues. when i don't answer again, he lunges at me.

quickly dodging his attempt at an attack, i slash my knife along his forearm. he gasps and grabs at his now bleeding arm, holding it to his chest. i sneak one more glance at the girl and let out a sigh of relief to see she has fled the scene. the man makes another move and runs towards me. i grab his injured arm and spin him around to face the nearest wall. with all my strength, i push him against the bricks and hold him there while digging my fingers into his cut flesh.

"let's see how you like it, huh, tough guy?" i speak from behind him. he rests his forehead against the brick wall and begins to laugh. it’s a horrible sound. the noise is surprising and unsettling, but i do my best to remain present for the task at hand. i open my mouth to speak again, but all the comes out is a muffled yell as i feel something sharp tear into my side. my grip weakens and the man slides away as i crash forward into the wall.

it feels like someone has tried to sever my body into two pieces. the pain completely overtakes my senses and i no longer have any control. my glassy eyes move to see the man standing behind me, still clutching his arm. next to him is the girl from before, holding a gnarly looking hunting knife by her side. blood drips from the tip of it onto the concrete below. my blood.

the girl comes towards me and kneels next to me on the ground. i stare into her eyes with numb shock, so thrown off by her actions. she smiles at me. a wide, bright white smile that takes up half of her face. she grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me towards her.

"see what happens when you try to help people? maybe some people just don't need help from someone like you. go along, try getting back to your secret hideout with this, little girl." her words mean nothing as soon as she pushes me onto my back and delivers one heavy kick into my side, leaving me breathless as she and the man turn to walk away.

-

images keep flying through my head as i stare down at the scar. i can't look away. this thing is a part of me now and i can't bring myself to terms with it yet, not that i expect it to ever be easy. i slowly move back down until my head hits the pillow. i stretch one hand towards peter as the other one falls along the marred skin of my side. my fingers are just centimeters away from peters limp hand, i try to close the distance but fail as shots of fire emerge from my side.

hopeless and in pain, i finally let a wet sob leave my lips. i squeeze my eyes shut and let all the failure and defeat roll along with my tears. it's embarrassing. i take pride in myself for being a trained fighter both physically and mentally. yet, i had been so blindsided by the situation and it came back to get me, leaving me with a scar to remember it.

clammy fingers meet mine and squeeze tightly. i roll my head to the side and see peter kneeling next to the bed. his eyes are soft and tired. seeing his face makes me cry even harder with both relief and sadness. peter parker is here for me, holding my hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb as i cry and cry and cry.

eventually, i have nothing left but empty sobs and quiet whimpers. peter has moved closer, his head resting atop of mine as he places soft kisses in my hair. it's intoxicating and warm and i want him to do it for hours on end, but i need to get myself together. as scared as i am right now, i know he is even more so.

"help me sit up, peter, please." i more demand than ask. he obliges and wraps one arm around my shoulders and the other continues to hold onto my hand. i bite my lip to hold in any sounds of protest as my body shutters and writhes against the unwanted movement.

"i need to call mr. stark and tell him what happened. you need to know too." i whisper.

"maybe you just need to rest a little while longer-" peter tries to say.

"no. just... please find my phone." i plead. with a hesitant nod, peter rummages around the floor and comes back up with my phone. he dials mr. stark's number and sets it on speaker.

as it rings, i look over at peter again. he’s sitting on the edge of the other bed, feet dangling a few inches from the floor. i take notice of the empty feeling in my hand. "peter, just listen as i tell mr. stark. i doubt i'll be able to tell it more than once."

the ringing stops and tony starks' voice booms through the speaker.

"edie? are you okay?"

i let out a breath of air i didn't know i was holding, "mr. stark. i-i'm okay." i say weaker than i want to.

"what the hell happened, wolfie?" he asks, almost in a whisper, his voice is laced with sadness and worry.

with that, i tell him. i explain every little detail as best i can. peter lets out a tiny gasp when i get to the part about being stabbed, which makes me glance in his direction. he won't meet my eyes.

mr. stark doesn't say a word until i'm finished.

"im sending happy over. no, yanno what? i'll come myself." my eyes widen at his words. i immediately want to protest, but he wouldn't have it.

"i'll be there in four hours." he says and ends the call. peter and i finally make eye contact. the tired look in his eyes is still there, now laced with sadness and something else. i can't let either of us be sad for much longer. that's not what i want at all.

conjuring up my best smile, i speak with a chipper voice that only cracks once, "well, parker, looks like the boss man is coming home. we better make this place look presentable."

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It's A Jameson Thing (Part 1)

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x Jameson!OC

Warning: None

Peter falls for the charismatic, argumentative girl that just switched classes. Unbeknownst to him, she's the niece of J. Jonah Jameson, the man that viciously hates Spiderman.

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"Alright so the proton and electron collide and then make..."

Mr. Harrington turned away from the smartboard and looked out into the sea of students in front of him. No one moved a muscle. "Anybody? A proton and an electron combine and maaaaake???" The students stayed silent, staring back at him with boredom dulling their eyes. He dropped his hands. "Come on, communication is needed, people! I know someone knows the answer!" He looked around, almost as desperate as the students for something.. anything new to happen. "Parker?," he pointed with chaotic hope in his eyes. "You know the answer right?!"

Peter felt his best friend, Ned, nudge his arm and immediately he jolted awake. "Huh? Um- HERE!," he blurted out, raising his hand.

Ned slapped his forehead. Chuckles were heard. Somewhere a student coughed.

Mr. Harrington rolled his eyes with a sigh. "Ugh, you know what? Free period, guys. No one's head's in the game today anyway."

"Whoop! Whoop!," Brad yelled though it was covered with a wide yawn.

And just like that the class began to wake up. Everyone moved their chairs, switched seats, until the entire class turned into a social frenzy."

So, did you watch the new Star Wars yet?," Ned asked, getting Peter to fully wake up.

The teenage superhero smoothed out his hair. "Nah, not yet. I haven't had much time."

At that, Ned completely freaked. "What?! Dude, you have to! You gotta hurry up and watch it so we can talk about it together!" He wildly began to rummage in his backpack.

"What're you doing?," Peter asked.

"Getting my planner because we're going to watch this together," Ned playfully snapped. "Now, when are you free?" He held his pen in his hand, expectantly.

Peter chuckled. "I-I don't know, man. Anything could happen at any time. I have to be ready." He cracked looked at Ned's disappointed face. Maybe he should relax a little. "...okay, anyday around 5. That's usually an inactive time for criminals. What happens in it, anyway?"

Ned's jaw dropped. "You seriously think I'm gonna tell you?! No spoilers, Pete," he said, pointing his finger in his friend's face.

Then he leaned in close. "But there is one thing I need to tell you for when you watch it."

Peter leaned in closer. "Yeah?"

"You know how Rey was kept having flashbacks about her family being taken?"

"Mhm." Peter nodded, eyes wide.

"Just, remember that part, okay?," Ned said. "It's real important, man. In fact, to get the full experience, you need to rewatch EVERYTHING." Ned smirked, "preferably in order."

Peter laughed. "I watched it out of order one time, Ned! How long are you gonna hold that against me?"

Their attentions were pulled to the front of the class when Mr. Harrington said, "Alright class, listen up!"

The class slowly became silent.

Mr. Harrington clapped his hands together. "Okay, so it appears we have a new student joining us today!" He stepped aside to reveal a young girl.

"Oooh, wow she's hot," Ned whispered from beside Peter.

"Shhh, Ned!," Peter whisper-shouted back.

"I'm actually not new," she spoke with a wave towards the class. "Just got my schedule tweaked a bit is all."

"Oh, well then you guys have already seen her around."

Flash threw his head up, looking the girl up and down. "Yeah, I've definitely seen you around."

She quickly shot him a glare. "Don't try it," she warned coldly, earning a few ooohs from the class.

Next, she was allowed to pick her seat.

Peter watched her as she walked further down the rows of desks. There was only one word that came to mind. Wow. Just from the way she held herself, he could see that she was special. And she knew it.

She had the type of confidence that he hadn't gotten until after becoming Spiderman.

It was as if even if she knew the apocalypse was imminent, she wouldn't move from her spot.

And Peter never realized it until seeing her now. A simple truth.

Confidence was attractive.

And on top of that she was attractive.

Peter blinked repeatedly, snapping out of his trance, after realizing that Ned was frantically waving a hand in his face.

"Peter? Hey. Yo! You okay?!"

"Huh? Ah- what?"

"In front of you!"

The girl was right in front of him.

"I said can I sit here?," she said, pointing at the chair beside him. No one sat there. It was perfect. Of course she could sit there.

Peter looked back at her, suddenly frozen. "Y-you wa-nt to-o, y-ye."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm gonna take that as a yes..."

Ned nodded repeatedly with a wide smile, pulling the chair back for her to sit in. "That was TOTALLY a yes!"

She plopped into her seat with a snicker. She didn't take out any supplies because the class was nearly done. "So, who're you guys?"

Peter stared at her, his mouth still open. "M-my nam-me's Pee-!"

"Pee?"She stared back. "Like, as in... urinating?"

Ned rolled his eyes with an amused chuckle before trying to save his friend from embarrassing himself. "His name's-"

"Ter!" Peter's face was beet red.

The girl beside him giggled. "Oh, Peter. Of course." She playfully rolled her eyes. "Well Peter, I look forward to seeing you later. That is, if you can say more than a few words to me at a time." She smirked with a hum.

At that, the bell rang. The class proceeded to leave.

The girl grabbed her bag and stood up when she felt a hand grab hers. "Wait!," Peter blurted out. "When will we see you again?!"

The girl raised her eyebrows, eyeing his hand desperately grabbing hers. "Umm," she laughed out. "Maybe if my new class schedule aligns with yours then I'll see you..." She looked around. "Uhh, can you kind of-"

Peter looked down at their hands as he realized what he had done. "OH- uh... SORRY!"

She shook her head, laughing a bit. "No problem," she said before walking away.

"And I'm Ned!," Ned yelled after her.

Suddenly realizing everything he had done in the past 10 mintues, Peter dropped his head in his hands. "Oh mannn..."

Ned, who had been trying to keep a straight face the entire time, bursts into laughter. "Oh my God, duuude! You got it bad." He clapped his hands together. "I gotta tell MJ at lunch! Hahahaaa!"

-

"Wait wait wait. You don't even know her name?" MJ snickered, shaking her head at the two boys across from her.

"S-she didn't really have the chance to-"

MJ cut him off. "But you said she introduced herself to the class." She furrowed her eyebrows. "Wait-" she pointed her finger accusingly-" you two were talking weren't you?"

Peter waved his hand dismissively. "What? Hold on... Ned, we missed her name when you were screaming to me that she was hot!"

Ned paused, chicken wing halfway in his mouth. "I did? Huh, I guess I did."

MJ slapped her hand to her forehead. "I swear, you two idiots." She turned to the chubbier friend. "First, you can't shut up enough to hear the girl even say her name." Then to the thinner. "And then you can't say two words to her without getting tongue-tied or blushing like an idiot- why do I even bother. All this lovey-dovey crap does is aggravate me..'

Ned smirked, looking up. "Because you wuvvv usss," he said, making kissing noises.

"Oh go die in a hole-"

"*Attention teachers and students. Attention teachers and students. Will Jillian Jameson please come to the office? I repeat. Jillian Jameson, please come to the office.*"

The intercom turned off and Ned raised an eyebrow. "Jillian Jameson? Whose that?"

MJ shook her head nonchalantly. "The only Jameson I know is the one that hates you," she said, referring to the show host that made it his life's goal to give Spiderman a bad rep.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Oh, don't remind me."

He walked to the trash cans on the side of the cafeteria to throw away his lunch tray.

When he got there, he couldn't help but notice commotion from outside of one of the cafeteria windows. What he saw made his jaw and his plate drop to the floor.

It was the girl from earlier, the one who's confident flair had Peter head over heels.

The one who's hand he desperately grabbed, subconsciously to keep her closer.

The one that even though Peter had only just met her, he knew she'd probably be the end of him.

The one who was at that exact moment, running into a big cheerful hug with none other than J. Jonah Jameson. The man that viciously hated Spiderman's guts.

"Uncle John! How are you?"

Peter fervently ran back to the table. He buried his head in his hands for what felt like the twentieth time that day.

"Pete, what's wrong? What happened?," Ned asked.

"Yeah dude. You look like you saw a life-ending event in all of 20 seconds," MJ morbidly chuckled.

But he had.

"Guys," Peter, lifting his head, began to speak. "She's a Jameson."

MJ spoke up. "Well, c'mon there are tons of people with the same last na-"

"No MJ." Peter's eyes were wide open. "She's a Jameson Jameson..."