#he looks entirely uninterested and dazed when he’s not actually feeling that

[milimeters-morales]

maybe miles g develops that sort of humor that doesn’t always show on his face when he’s feeling it? like sometimes he would find something hilarious and be like “that’s funny ash i’m dying” but he has a blank expression. or is that just the autism leaking through to another character

[kimnjss]

how sticky | kth

⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader // taehyung focus. ⇢ genre: smut. // pwp. ⇢ word count: 7.6K ⇢ theme: established relationships.  ⇢ rating: explicit. ⇢ warnings: cursing, dirty talk, poly relationship, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), public sex, outdoor sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lovelies), all the boys wanna kiss yn, cum inside/stuffing, slight over stimulation if you squint. ⇢ A/N: literally this idea came to me while watching the first episode and seeing tae washes the dishes sooo, here you goo!! lmao x also if it seems messy or all over the place, that’s bc i wrote this while streaming dynamite and obvi got distracted . 

Namjoon is the first to spot you, just as you're tugging your suitcase from the trunk of your car. The large grin that takes over his features as he makes his way over to you, brown hair flopping in the wind with each step he takes. A silver pot held in his hands that he must've forgotten the purpose of upon setting sights on you.

“You're here.” He says with a large smile, dimples showing while he leaning down to press a soft kiss to your waiting lips. “Did you eat?”

Just with one look around the backyard, you can tell that they just finished eating. Had hoped to arrive a bit earlier so you'd be able to eat with them. “Not yet,” He looked good, as usual, but oddly more attractive in this outdoor environment.

The blue two-piece outfit, which you had quickly realized was a favorite of his, hung loosely around his body. The muscles in his arms flexed as he kept his grip on the pot in his hand. Eyes turn to half-moons with the way he was smiling at you.

It had been a few weeks since you saw them last. What with their jam packed schedule and you keeping up with the things going on in your own life, there wasn't really time to be together the way you wanted. A constant long-distance relationship with the seven of them, even if they were only a few miles away.

Which was the biggest reason you were jumping on the chance to spend this week with them. Secluded with nothing to do but be together. It had been Jin who had suggested it, finding out that you had the same week free. What better way to spend it then with your boyfriends? Agreement coming from his younger members instantly and to your surprise, the staff was quick to agree as well. 

Most times riddled a distraction, but it seemed that you being here sort of fit the relaxation, recharging theme of this entire trip. Zero complaints from you, of course, you were packing your bags the moment you got the green light.

“I'll make you a plate, wait.”

All of a sudden remembering he had been in the middle of doing something before seeing you. Quick steps are taken into the house with the pot in hand and you're right behind him, marveling at the huge land they had rented out for this. All of the greens of the mountains and grass was a pretty contrast to the bright blue sky, the sparkling lake that you couldn't wait to try out.

And there was so much stuff! Placed all over the place from where you can see, each item matching a different member's personality so well that you could guess who asked for what. 

Joon is coming back, hands-free, but only to grab your suitcase, wheeling it into the house. He's gone talking to whoever is in the kitchen before he's returning, arm easily wrapping around your waist as he leads you down the hill.

“You came here looking refreshed,” He notes, finally saying out loud what he had been thinking since you were pulling the suitcase from the car.

Out of all of them, Namjoon seemed to pay a lot of attention to the way you looked. And no, not just the clothes you wore and how they fit – but like deeper. He paid a lot of attention to your facial expressions more than anything, reading your demeanor as if it was his latest page-turner.

A blessing and a curse, because although he knew when something was bothering you and tried his best to fix it without you saying a word. It was also really, extremely hard to hide things for him. Not that you tried to often.

“It was a nice drive and I'm excited to spend time with you guys,” The smile that takes over your features is causing a flutter in his heart, his large hand landing on your arm that you've wrapped around his torso – walking the rest of the way like that.

Jimin is whipping around at the sound of footsteps approaching, and you're eyes are widening at the sight of him. Unwrapping yourself from Joon's body, you're rushing the rest of your steps hands outstretched to touch the edge of the gat hanging from his neck.

“You actually wore it?” Speaking through a slight giggle and he's grinning, hands finding home on your torso as he playfully rolls his eyes. “Of course I wore it, so you better deliver,”

The result of a drunk game of Truth or Dare between the two of you. He spent the entire night choosing truth, but as soon as he was picking dare you were telling him to wear his new hanbok for the first day of shooting. He was agreeing with a roll of his eyes, boasting about how easy it was.

Then on your turn, he was hitting you with that sly grin of his. 'If I wear my hanbok for shooting, then you need to let me...' Words trailing off as he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows in your direction. You were quick to put two and two together of what he wanted. And you were agreeing because of course, you wanted it too.

With a distracted nod, your eyes are shifting to the moving figure behind him. “Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Breaking from his grasp just as Namjoon is extending the full bowl in your direction.

You thank him with a wide smile, which he acknowledges with a short nod – going back to cleaning up while you take a seat at the table. Sat eating the food that you can tell was made by Jungkook as you watch your two men move around the yard until Joon is disappearing into the house again. Someone else exiting at the same time.

“I thought I heard your voice!” There's a smile in his voice that you can detect without having to listen very hard. And you're proven right as you lift your head, being met with Hoseok's bright smile. “When'd you get here?” He wonders once he's closer, taking the empty spot beside you.

“Not too long ago,” You speak through the mouthful of food in your mouth, the words you're speaking coming out a murmured mess. 

The smile on Hoseok's face only grows, his hand lifting to push his hair back on his forehead. “I missed you.” A random confession that has heat rising in your cheeks. He always did this. Knew what a few simple words did to your mind and took pleasure in making you flustered whenever possible.

This time was no different. Just three words and you were forced to put extra focus on your noodles. He missed you. Obviously, you missed him – that's a given. But the fact that he, Jung Hoseok actually missed you and was just telling you about it casually. With that smile on his face. Yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I missed you too.” A delayed reply, but he's not faltering. Doesn't even think twice about what you could have been thinking about in the time it took you to answer. Instead, he's reaching his arm to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your body into his so he's able to press a dozen chaste kisses to the top of your head.

And then just like that, he's releasing you. Not even giving you a moment to react before he's standing from his spot beside you and moving to help Jimin clean up the outside area.

After the third time, you're asked to scoot over, you're standing feeling as though you're in the way of the cleaning. So, you go to find the others that you haven't seen yet. Thanks to a FaceTime call from Jungkook while they were going through the tour, you had a pretty good understanding of the layout of this place.

Heading over the hill to the Upper House, bowl in hand. And you're grinning when you spot Jin standing out front, staring at the line of delivered groceries in front of him. “Jinnie!” You're calling with a wave of your hand, and he's turning around.

“Yn!” He calls, just as loud – waving you over with one frantic hand.

Easily speeding up your footsteps, it's not long before you're standing in front of him. Arms wrapped around his torso in a tight hug. “What are you doing?” He's out of your hold now, bending to lift the bags off the ground.

“Putting groceries away.”

Following behind him, you shovel mouthfuls of noodles into your mouth while sinking down at the island. For a little while, you're able to enjoy your meal and engage in broken chatter was Jin moves in and out of the house.

He's filling you in on all the plans he has for this trip and the things he's excited about and you listen with a smile on your face. Loving the way he looks when he's completely in his element, eyes sparkling as he talks about being able to fish with Yoongi.

Speaking of Yoongi. Sauntering out from God knows where, white tee hanging loose – revealing a bit of his chest, baggy black jeans that you've now decided is the only thing you ever want to see him in. His hair is unkempt, laying messily over his forehead and only slightly covering his eyes.

There's a smirk on his face when he notices the blatant way you're gawking at him, sinking into the seat beside you – his cold hand not hesitating to reach for your thigh. “You're here?” He speaks in the bored uninterested drawl that you've become used to. Use to read too much into it before you were realizing that just the way he talked.

Now it had the ability to have heat rushing through your veins, especially if he was using that voice when telling you just exactly he wanted to do to you. Never failed to have you basically salivating, putty for him.

“I just came...” The patterns he draws on your inner thigh stills as he lifts his eyes to look at you, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Did you?” He asks teasingly and you're too dazed to pick up on the double meaning of your words.

His hand inches further up your thigh until the tips of his fingers are just inches from reaching the hem of your mesh shorts. Without a thought, your legs are opening for him – giving him as much room as he needs to do whatever he wants.

Yoongi's grinning at your compliance, his lips are just inches for yours. He takes a moment to study your features. Lips shiny with grease, cheeks slightly flushed, eyes staring unfocused. A slow grin lifts the corners of his lips moments before he's leaning in closer.

Yoongi kisses you once as if he's testing the waters before diving in. Grip tightening on your thigh, pulling your body closer to his while he slowly moves his mouth over yours. Soft tongue slowly tracing over your lower lip and you're instantly opening up for him.

The groan that leaves his lips from the feeling of your wet muscles meeting as arousal rushing through your veins and pooling between your legs, fingers reaching to grasp the rough material of his pants for some type of grounding.

And he grins, teeth gently tugging at your lower lip as his hand slides up your thigh toward your waist. So sure he's fingers are about to sneak underneath your shirt, so you giddily wait for the contact. 

But it never comes. "Would you let the girl breathe, she just got here." Is what you hear.

Jimin, into the Upper House to change into something comfortable. And all too ready to scold his Hyung for trying something with you when it hasn't even been an hour. With a roll of those dark eyes of his, Yoongi is leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips – much different from what he had initially planned.

Moment ruined, he's standing from his spot beside you. “I'm gonna go help Jin,” He announces to no one in particular, cheeks darkened with pink from having been caught. Yoongi talked a big game, but he was the most private out of the boys. Wasn't one for an unwarranted audience and preferred to have you to himself rather than sharing you.

“Tae's washing dishes if you're done with that.” He's jutting his chin out to point at your empty bowl on the island. As he speaks, he undoes the tie of his top letting it sag at his shoulders before he's shrugging it off. And you watch his fingers carefully, allowing your mind to wander to just how skilled he was with those fingers.

Playing the same notes for the past eight years on the piano wasn't the only thing he was good at. It's a moment before you register his words enough to stand to your feet, plucking your plate up and exiting the Upper House to find Taehyung.

Back to you as he scrubs the inside of the bowl, you watch as his hips sway to whatever song he's got going in his head. No idea that you're entering the kitchen or that you've arrived – just in his own world.

Taehyung looks handsome even from the back. 

His broad shoulders were still visible underneath the brown top that was just so him. He wore a pair of olive green shorts, giving you a perfect view of his strong legs and the way they flexed with the movement of his feet. Thoroughly riled up from Yoongi's interrupted touches from before, you're struck with a very mischievous thought.

Light steps are taken in Taehyung's direction, quickly setting your bowl in the sink before reaching your arms to wrap around his waist. Palms sneaking underneath the fabric of his shirt so you're able to touch his soft belly. You feel him still against you, taking a moment to put together that it's you back hugging him like this.

He's turning just enough so he can look down at you, a large smile spread across his lips as his eyes take in your face that looks brighter for some reason. “How long have you been there?” Tae tries to hug you back but gives up because of the awkward position.

“Not long,” You answer, nose pressed in the dip of his back after he's turned. Your lips place soft kisses against his covered back, the tips of his fingers brushing over the skin of his stomach. “I missed you.”

And you had. There was just something about Taehyung that drove you crazy with little to no effort. Had to be his aura. The way he carried himself. The unreadable expression that always decorated his features. How he was able to smile with his entire face, pulling large smiles on the lips of the people around him.

All of that and the simple fact of how well the boy could fuck. Of course, all of the guys knew how you make you feel good. All in their own ways, different and unique and still good. But Taehyung. Fuck, Kim Taehyung. A living Sex God, with a thick long cock that he knew how to use. Long fingers that could bring you to climax over and over again with very little time in between. And that mouth. God, that mouth. 

Porn stars would blush at the dirty things that came out of that boy's mouth.

Taehyung's eyebrow is lifting at the mindless way your fingers are dipping lower down his body, flinching just slightly when the tips of your fingers are grazing his quickly hardening cock. “That type of missed me, huh?” He's grinning, you can tell without having to see his face.

Head nodding slightly, you continue placing gentle kisses against his back – fingers drawing teasing lines over his cock through the fabric of his shorts. “Don't be a tease,” He hisses.

His wet, glove covered hand is wrapping around your wrist – forcing more of his cock underneath your palm. A soft moan falls from your lips at the feeling of it twitching with the new friction. Tae's hips rock slowly with the movement of your hand, half of his attention still on the dishes he washes.

And you pout. Want to turn his mind to mush like he's done to you many times before. Until the only thing he can think about is you and how you're making him feel. Fuck the dishes.

Even on your tiptoes, you're only able to reach the nape of his neck. But it's the first bit of bare skin you're able to press your lips against so you settle for it. Leaving open mouth kisses on it while your fingers slowly make their way underneath the waistband of his shorts.

Pleased to find he had decided to forego underwear, you're instantly met with the warmth of his shaft. A low cruse falling from his lips when your cool palm is wrapping around him. And you hold it there. Waiting to hear the scoff that falls from his lips as he starts to rock his hips again – his cock sliding through your grip easily.

The sound of his breathy groans fills the kitchen, egging you on. You can feel him growing harder in your hand and the slow drag of his hips is quickly driving you crazy until you're giving in to the tiny game you were playing and moving your hand.

“Oh, fuck.” Tae hisses, the dish he had been holding crashing into the sink as his fists reach to grip the edge of the sink. Voice gruff and it's usual deep, it has a wash of arousal flooding your body and fueling your movements. Free hand lifting to grasp his hipbone, holding him steady as you bring your hand up toward his tip.

A simple swipe of your thumb over his bulbous has a shiver running down his spine and a grin pulling on your lips. Strokes on his shaft speeding up as the sound of his breathy groans tickled your ears. Hips stuttering underneath your grasp in an attempt to take more than what you were willing to give him.

Always so greedy.

“Does it feel good?” Voice hushed where he can just barely hear.

Taehyung is quick to nod his head, though. “Your hand feels so good on me, Yn. Faster,” He whines, something that you're not quite used to hearing from him. Especially over a simple handjob.

He must've missed you a lot more than he was willing to admit.

And because your soul purpose is to give Taehyung any and everything he asks for, you're rubbing down on him quicker, squeezing him a bit harder. His cock twitches and jumps in your hold and you're fastened by the effect you have on him that your grip on his hip is loosening – allowing him to freely roll his hips upward.

A strong arm is reaching back while his body twists, large glove covered hand tangled in your hair to hold your head steady. For the first time, you're getting a good look at his face. Eyes blown and unfocused, his cheeks flushed and lips bitten. He looks so sexy staring at you as if it's taking all his restraint not to devour you.

The way he leans in, crashing his lips into yours for a sloppy hungry kiss only validates your thoughts. Grip tightening in your hair to hold your head still while his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

You try, desperately, to keep your focus on the movement of your hand. Letting him lick into your mouth and kissing him just as much as you can without completely losing your mind. Taehyung, like his six other teammates, worked really well with his mouth. In all ways.

He's nibbling on your lower lip, harsh breaths exiting his nostrils as your thumb runs over the underside of his cock. So close and you can tell from the now frantic roll of his hips. And you're more than ready to bring him there, loved watching him fall apart for you, because of you.

More than ready to have him explode in your palm so you can like it up when the sharp knock on the glass behind you is stilling your movements. Head turning to peak behind you, but Taehyung does stop his head tilting so he's able to suck wet hickeys into your warm skin.

Hoseok stands on the other side of the door, looking extremely impatient. You move to pull your hand from his pants, but Taehyung is quick to grasp your wrist. “Yn, I swear to God.” He speaks through gritted teeth and you're flashing a bright smile up at him.

“It's Hobi,” There's another knock on the glass, “He can't just stand out there,” Laughing, you manage to wiggle yourself out of Taehyung's grasp. He watches you with squinted eyes as you pull the door open for his Hyung.

Cued in on what had been keeping you, a teasing smirk plays on his lips. “What? You're just in here giving Taehyungie all the attention?” Both hands knit into your hair from underneath, slowly closing the space between you two.

“He's working hard in here,” You defend with a slight pout. Upon realizing he wasn't going to be getting off any time soon, Tae turns his attention back to the dishes. Scrubbing the gunk off with much for strength than needed, quiet grumbles leaving his lips.

“I worked hard too, cleaned up outside all by myself. What do I get?” Lips a mere inches from yours, all you'd have to do was lift up onto your tiptoes to feel their softness. “I saw Jiminie helping you.”

Hoseok is rolling his eyes at the slight detail. You're teasing him, he can tell from the way you're gripping his shirt in your fists. Like you're desperate to feel him but at the same time seeing how much you can hold back.

What you failed to realize was, he was much better at teasing than you. Without a second thought, he's leaning down to press his lips against yours. Kiss much different from Taehyung's. More controlled. More intense. Strong hands reach for your thighs, easily lifting your body off of the floor and setting you to sit on the countertop.

He's taking up space between your legs, large hands set on your thighs while he sucks your lower lip into his mouth. You can feel the smirk that plays on his lips from the sound of your moan. 

Hoseok responds by reaching back to give your ass a firm squeeze, pulling your body toward his. He's hard. You can feel it through the fabric of his neon shorts, but the moment you're angling your hips to feel more of him – he's pulling back. 

“Jimin should finish up, hm?” Recalling your earlier comment with a teasing glint in his eye. Planting a soft kiss to your lips, he backs away attention now on Namjoon who had entered with a bag of groceries. As if nothing had happened.

Body buzzing and senses fogged, you're left to wonder just how many times you'd be denied the release you craved.

The two men chatted amongst each other mindlessly, surveying the contents of the fully stalked fridge in front of them. Joon is pulling a bottle of coffee from the bunch, handing it over to you with a soft smile before twisting the cap on his own. You watch as he wraps his plump lips around the edge, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the liquid down.

Plopping down on the soft red cushion, you watch as Joon moves to offer Tae a sip of his drink. Which he's denying with a pout of his lips. From where you're sitting, you can see that his bulge has gone down a bit – but the foggy need for sexual release stays. You know the feeling. Had half the mind to get on your knees for him right then and there, not like either of them would complain.

They did share you, at times. And those were the times that you secretly hoped for each time you were being interrupted with one of them. But, all of them were so different from their interests and really liked the idea of being alone with you – it didn't happen as often as you'd like.

You could simply suggest it and no doubt they'd agree to the idea. Ready to do whatever you asked to fill your desire. But you liked the surprise of not knowing just when you'd be taking two cocks, or three, or maybe even four. All seven if the weather was right. The suspense had a great effect on you.

Jimin is entering the main house just as halfway through drinking your chilled coffee. Fully changed out of his hanbok, standing in a pair of loose-fitting black shorts and a white SAINT LAURENT tee. Dark hair floppy messily at the top of his head, evident that he's been running his fingers through it.

He looked good enough to eat and if he kept looking at you with those bedroom eyes, you were about to do just that. Beeline made in your direction, settling in the spot beside you. An innocent hand lands on your thigh and your brain short circuits, registering it as anything but.

Without a word, he's reaching for your bottle, taking a long sip from it before licking the drip from his lips. “Where's Kookie?” You ask, forcing your thoughts not to wander too much. And realizing you had yet to see that bunny smile of his, hear the cute way he say's 'Noona' as he wobbles in your direction.

The same age as Namjoon which made you older than Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook – yet Jungkook was the only one out of the three that actually referred to you as Noona. No matter how many times you'd tell him to speak comfortably with you, he'd refuse with blushed and a shake of his head.

The others believed he got off on it, the subtle reminder that you were older than him but he was still able to turn you to make you fall apart with the simple flex of his thigh. “You haven't seen him?” Hoseok speaks with his head inches deep in the fridge and you shake your head despite the fact he cannot see you.

“He’ll come running the moment he hears you're here,” Deciding that your drink is his now, Jimin stands from his spot beside you heading further into the house. Steps cut off by Jungkook turning the corner, as if on cue.

“What!?” A large grin on his lips as his sparkling eyes land on you. Soft hair bouncing as he skips over to you, leaning over the counter so you're face to face. Tattooed hand reaching forward to enclose the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your foreheads are touching. “You didn't tell me you were here, Noona.” Eyebrow arched and head tilted to the side.

You can barely see his face with how close you are to it, but there's no doubt that he looks attractive as hell right now in his attempt to be intimidating. Lower lip poking out in a slight plea, “I'm sorry, baby. I was asking about you, though.”

Jungkook only half listens to your words. Some space put between you and he takes advantage of that by allowing his eyes to take in your appearance greedily. Aware of the warmer temperature, you had decided a simple v-neck crop top would suffice. From this angle, he could see straight down your top. And he was doing very little to hide the fact that he was looking, respectfully.

“I'm sure you can think of some ways to make it up to me. Right, Noona?” Hand slipping from the back of your neck, the tips of his fingers brushing over the collar of your shirt. Lips suddenly dry, your tongue is jutting out to wet them. Thighs squeeze together instinctively at the promise his words held.

A contrast to his demeanor, Jungkook is placing a sweet kiss on your lips. One that lingers for a second shorter than you want, but the small smile on his lips upon pulling away is enough to make your heart melt.

All at once, he's releasing you and moving on to follow Jimin out of the kitchen. Taehyung is finishing up he dishes at the same moment, shaking his hands of the water droplets before wiping the excess onto his shorts.

Alone in the room with him again and you feel the atmosphere shift as soon as his eyes settle on you. Finally able to get a good look at you and taking in just how short your shorts are and how thin the material of your top is. But Taehyung is a gentleman when he wants to be. 

His hand rests on your back, the tips of his fingers brushing against the bare skin your shirt leaves exposed. “Want to go for a walk?” Teeth biting into his plump lower lip. Instantly, you're sliding from your seat head nodding at his words.

Taehyung's arms wrap around your waist, pulling your body into his chest and you just faintly see the grin on his face before you're being enveloped in his sweet scent. Guided steps are taken into the game room where Namjoon sits, a laugh leaving his lips at the weird way the two of you are walking.

“What are you making?”

“A boat,” Joon says with a wide smile, lifting the plastic boat to show you. Cutie. Impatient, Taehyung is pushing his hips forward into yours. Even through the layers and with the small fact that he's not exactly hard at the moment – you can still feel his bulge against your ass cheek.

But he doesn't stop there, slowly dragging his hips up so you can feel his entire length. A strangled gasp is leaving your lips that has Taehyung smirking, Namjoon too focused on whether or not he just broke his model, doesn't notice.

Arms tightening around your waist, Taehyung takes a step forward – urging you to do the same.

When Tae said he wanted to take you on a walk, he wasn't speaking in sexual innuendos. You had actually gone for a walk around the land. Hand in hand making comfortable chatter as you soaked in the nice weather.

Somehow, you managed to convince yourself that he hadn't been itching to get you alone to fuck you – but really just wanted to spend some time alone with you. It's sweet when you think about it. The gentle way he's talking to you about the nervousness that surrounds working on his new mixtape. His soft thumb brushing over your knuckles as you assure him that everything will turn out alright.

It's not until you're reaching the picnic table just a few feet from the water, is he wrapping his arm around your hips. Lifting you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and setting you down on the table.

Blunt nails lightly dragging over the back of your knees as he gently spreads your legs so he's able to stand in the middle of them. He's easily hooking your legs around his waist, ankles instantly locking to pull him closer to you. “You know what I want to do right now?” 

“What?” You humor him, even though you could probably guess. Arms lifting to wrap around his neck, head tilting to the side as a slight smirk plays on your lips. His mouth hovers over your ear, wet brushing over the shell of it as he speaks.

“Wanna taste that sweet little cunt. Bet you're already soaked from all the attention you've been getting.” To prove his point, Tae's fingers trail up between your thighs. Your body shudders as he drags a single digit over your slit through the fabric.

He wasn't wrong, had started to feel the heat pool between your legs when Yoongi first kissed you. Mind driving you insane with being able to be with them for this entire week. All of them. It was safe to say it had gotten to you in a very obvious way.

Not one to tease, Taehyung is using his long fingers to push both your shorts and panties to the side so his fingers can press against your bare skin. A surprised gasp leaving your lips with the nudge on your clit, hips bowing toward him. He grins.

“Gonna be a good girl for me?” He's a little breathless, but his fingers never falter. A single digit slipping past your folds and pushing through your walls. “Shit.” He chuckles at the enthusiastic way you nod your hand, tongue rolling over his lips before biting down. “Yeah? Gonna cum all sloppy on my tongue, baby? Let me hear you.”

At the end of his words, his thumb is pressing into your clit, rolling it around lazily as his finger moves slowly inside of you. “Y-yes-” Words breaking on a loud whine, he slows his fingers – waiting. “Wanna cum on your tongue, Tae... p-please.” Hips lifting to rock into his hand but he's pulling back, leaving you feeling empty.

It doesn't last long because he's quick with lifting your leg. Fingers wet with your arousal and wrapped around your thigh, bringing it up to his shoulder. Tae lowers himself to his knees in front of you, at the same time pushing the useless material aside before diving in.

Taehyung watches you through his long eyelashes while dragging his tongue along your folds. Always loved the way you looked when he was between your legs. The way you tried to keep your eyes open to watch him, biting your lip in an attempt to keep quiet, fingers tangling in his hair – holding him close. Hot.

Tongue dragging up to flick against your clit, Taehyung reaches for your other ankle. Lifting your leg over his shoulder so he's completely enclosed by your legs. Plush lips wrap around your bundle of nerves, sucking gently while he's pushing two fingers past your walls. 

“Oh! Tae, fuck...” Panting at this point, grip in his hair used to pull him tighter against you. His free hand reaching around to sneak underneath the hem of your shorts, palming your ass while pulling you closer. Fingers angled to brush against the sweet spot inside of you, loving the way you squirm underneath him.

Just faintly, you can see the outline of his hard cock through his shorts. Straining against the fabric begging for some attention. Having you spread out for him, hearing those pretty moans fall from your lips is enough to drive anyone mad. And it doesn't help that Tae's been waiting for this for weeks.

Sharp teeth nip at your clit just as he's pushing another finger inside of you. “Taehyung!” You're crying out, in half pleasure – but also a warning. If he continued like this you'd be cumming before even getting to feel him inside of you.

“Close, baby?” His words are delivered into your throbbing cunt, sending vibrations through your body that has your back arching. Fingers tightening in his hair as you grind your hips desperately into him.

So close you can practically taste it, no longer able to worry about not being able to feel him. Just chasing your release. A breathy chant of 'keep going' falling from your lips as you hold his head in place.

Heat spreads throughout your body, a dull ache starting in your core and spreading throughout your body. Walls clenched so tight around his fingers that it's almost hard for him to pull back, so he doesn't, instead pushes deeper – pressing all three fingers against your sweet spot. In that exact moment, his lips are wrapping around your clit, sucking harshly and you feel the band snap.

Body tightening and legs shaking as incoherent curses fall from your lips. Taehyung watches your pretty eyes roll back, head tipping too. And once he's sure you're at the peak of your climax, he's pulling his fingers from inside of you and standing to his feet. Quick with fishing his cock from inside his shorts, you just barely notice the absence before you're being filled again.

A drawn-out whine falls from your lips at the new stretch, a thick groan from his from the tight squeeze. The wetness from your release makes it easy for him to move, though and he's thankful – too eager to wait longer than a few seconds to have you.

Your fingers struggle to find something to grasp as he ruts against you in an almost brutal pace. Each snap of his hips pushing your body further up on the table, only for him to drag you back down toward him. Loud cries and incoherent sentences fall from your lips that you're sure anyone in a 50-mile radius could put together what the two of you are doing.

Taehyung loves it, though. It's like fuel to his ever-growing ego. Chants of his name falling from your pretty lips, nails clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you beg for him. Just the knowledge he's able to make someone like you, like this. Yeah, he loves it.

“Fuck. This greedy little cunt,” He nearly grunts, eyes flashing up to take in your fucked out expression. His thumb is easily finding your clit through the wet mess between your legs, rubbing it slowly. “You wanna cum again? All over my cock this time?”

A frantic bob of your head and a whiny 'please' is prompting him to reach for your hips. Easily, he's lifting your body from the table, securing your legs around his waist. His hips rut against yours with much more fervor in this standing position. And you attempt to meet his thrusts but you're so delirious that all you can manage is a lazy bounce.

Arms wrapped around his neck and face buried in the crook of his neck, your walls squeeze around him as you feel the pressure build in your stomach again. Sloppy, wet kisses sucked into his skin. Teeth scraping against the tanned flesh before you're crying out your orgasm, body shaking in his arms.

You're positive if it weren't for the rough grip he has on your ass, you'd be sprawled out on the floor from the power of it. Taehyung fucks you through the entire thing, not slowing down until he feels his own release approaching, just second after yours. Thighs tightening and thrust becoming sloppy while he pulls your body down tighter against his.

The feeling of his thick ropes of cum coating your insides has your senses waking up, that paired with the slow drag of his cock inside of you has your legs stiffening again. Hips rocking slowly against his as another tiny orgasm washes over you. So small Taehyung wouldn't have noticed it if he hadn't been paying attention – but of course, he was.

“Did you just cum again?” He says with a laugh, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Lips sucked into your mouth to hide the sheepish grin that fought to take over your features. “It felt good... you cumming, inside.”

A triumphant grin takes over his features and he's leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your lips. “Let's keep it in then,” He's mumbling against your mouth and you're not sure what he means until he's pulling out – fingers quick to meet your entrance, pushing his cum back inside of you.

Body twitching with overstimulation, but you let him stuff you with his cum, not able to deny how hot it was. Especially the look of concentration on his face, careful not to miss a drop. Once he's satisfied, he's secured your shorts back in place patting his hand over your crotch playfully.

“You better keep it in there, too. Gonna fuck it out of you later,” He promises with a large grin, head tilting up to nibble at your jaw. He's got one hand resting on the curve of your ass, the other gripping your thigh. Zero plans to put you down any time soon, loving the way you're wrapped around him.

He'd stay like this with you forever if he wasn't for the distance shout he's hearing from the main house. Trying to ignore it and praying that you don't hear it, but as it grows louder your ears are perking up.

“Taehyung-ah!” It's Namjoon's voice and you're immediately pulling back when you register it. “Think Joon is looking for us,” You say through a giggle, the kisses he's leaving on your skin starting to tickle.

“He'll give up.” Tae murmurs, trailing a wet line of kisses down the length of your neck. And you almost agree with him, but you hear Namjoon call again and figure it would be best to just go see what he wants. So, despite Taehyung's reluctance, you're unwrapping your legs from around him.

“Or we can go see what's up.” Taehyung's changing his tune once he's realizing you weren't going to change yours.

His arm is easily sliding around your waist, pulling your body into his as the two of you make your way back into the main house. It's a little weird walking with his cum stuffed inside of you. Like a subtle heaviness between your legs that you just barely go without noticing. And if you moved too fast you could feel a bit of it start to trickle out, forcing you to pay much more attention to your movements than usual.

When the two of you are reaching the sliding door, it's locked. Your other six men are sat in the room, snickers falling from their lips with one look at your frazzled state and the fact that you're locked out.

“Ooh, what were you guys doing out there?” You can hear Hoseok's teasing tone through the glass. As if it weren't obvious. As if they didn't hear what you guys were doing out there.

Taehyung doesn't miss a beat, hand dropping down to grasp your ass. “Stuffed her full of my cum.” He says with a wide grin that has hollers of amusement falling from their lips. “Tae!” You're gasping, face heating up as you lift your arm to punch at his shoulder.

“What it's true?” Sparkling eyes turned to you, lips shaped in a soft pout that you'd lean up and kiss if you weren't sure it'd have a glob of his cum rolling down your leg.

Namjoon, your perfect little angel, is the one to pull the door open. And you're thanking him as you walk past, carefully taking the vacant spot beside Jungkook. “Do you really have cum in you, Noona?” He wonders. Eyes dark while a curious hand reaches to brush over the waistband of your shorts.

“Only a little bit,” Fingers lifting to just barely pinch your fingers together to show him. “Prove it,” He says with a tad bit of playfulness in his tone, tugging at your shorts just slightly. 

You have half the mind to do just that. The thought lingering in your mind long enough for both Hoseok and Yoongi to notice. Intrigued, Hobi waits to see if you'll actually do it – but Yoongi speaks up before the tension can grow any thicker.

“We're choosing rooms,” Changing the subject completely acting as if an eight-way orgy wasn't just on the table. “Oh, right!” Joon, who had been subtly watching to see if you take Kook's dare is all of a sudden the reason he had gathered everyone.

A few moments are granted for conversation to bounce around the room, choosing where they'll sleep for the next seven days. And once they've settled their arrangements, attention is back on you – but for an entirely different reason now.

“Noona can share the floating house with me,” Jungkook is saying with a wide grin, keying you in on the fact that this conversation had been going on a bit longer than you had been paying attention.

With a quick nod of your head, you're assuring the young boy that you'll share the room with him. “I figured I'd just bounce around? If you guys don't care.” Much easier that way, whoever wanted you to spend the night in the room – you would. But to keep things tidy, you'd keep your stuff in the floating house with Jungkook.

“Of course we don't care-” Jin starts, but his words are being cut off by Taehyung's haste. “My room first!” Hand raised in a cute schoolboy raised, the look that he pins you with washes all remnants of the word cute out of your mind, though. 

With a thick roll of his eyes, Namjoon's standing. “If she wants to. You choose, baby.” His attention now on you and the pet name has shivers running down your spine. There was just something about the way Joon called you 'baby' that had you keening.

He doesn't act on it, though. Not right now. And neither do you. One by one, they each break off to do their own thing until dinner time. You find yourself following Jin out to the dock after hearing he was going to fish for a little bit. You had gone on quite a few fishing trips with him, never did it but liked to keep him company when he went.

It's hard to ignore how at ease you feel here, with them. Not a single worry in mind in this secluded spot with your favorite guys. Where they're able to be themselves and be with you and be happy. Thankful that you were able to join them. And so ready to be apart of the memories this next week holds.

No matter how sticky.

- seven days in the forest spent with your seven boyfriends while they film their upcoming reality tv show. there’s no telling what the eight of you will get into when the cameras are off.

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2Ha’s Confession Scene

Translation for a friend, spoilers under the cut.

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(Shizun has a fear of heights, but he requested Mo Ran to teach him how to fly on a sword.)

Chu Wan Ning, seeing that he hadn't made a sound for some time, turned his head and prompted, "What's wrong?"

Mo Ran didn't reply, his head was spinning. He longed to possess him, to hold him, to kiss him.

Involuntarily, he moved closer.

And then, suddenly, he realized that after putting up the barrier [to help Shizun feel more secure], even though Chu Wan Ning had relaxed slightly, his lips were white and compressed into a tight line, and he looked very pale. His arms were folded against himself, his slender fingers unconsciously clutching his forearms, twisted in the cold fabric.

Even when he was afraid, Chu Wan Ning didn't grab onto someone else, only himself.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment.

Then, the aggressive light in his eyes faded, shattering into a million twinkling fragments.

Extremely gentle.

Those lips that were about to rashly kiss him, slightly upturned, becoming a soft and wry smile.

Those arms that were about to abruptly embrace him, stopped, and after a moment, touched his chilled hand.

"You......" Chu Wan Ning was startled, a flush flooding into his pale face, but warned him in a low voice, "What are you doing."

He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mo Ran was gripping it, and refused to let go. Chu Wan Ning felt like his frozen fingers had fallen into a large, extremely warm hand, tightly enclosing his palm all the way to his fingertips.

"Stop relying only on yourself," Mo Ran chided, "I'm here, you can rely on me."

If Chu Wan Ning had still been able to be calm before this, after hearing that, no matter how dense he was, how hesitant, he could not fail to detect the affection in it.

What's more, those jet-black eyes were watching him, gravely and seriously, gently and tenderly. In an instant, Chu Wan Ning's heartbeat became as agitated as a torrential storm, pattering against his soul.

He dared not to look at Mo Ran's eyes, and turned his face away violently, lowering his gaze.

Too hot.

Why was the air a hundred feet above ground, so hot.

He had always been haughty and composed, but at this moment it was as though he had suddenly stepped into a completely unfamiliar territory, his entire body stripped of all armor, his sharp claws blunted. In front of Mo Ran's sudden frankness, Chu Wan Ning's usual tactics seemed to become useless.

The man pried open his oyster shell heatedly, and with his straightforward gaze, looked upon the trembling flesh within. No matter whether it was the luminescent pearl, or that sweet flesh, were completely bared to his gaze.

This haughty and composed person, having lost his defenses, suddenly felt flustered and at a loss.

What should he do...

What should he say?

What...

He realized that his hand was still held within Mo Ran's, closely twined.

He didn't know what he should do, and was both agitated and nervous, his eyes had even turned slightly red, subconsciously he tried again to withdraw his fingers.

But he had only moved a little, when Mo Ran tightly held onto him.

The man's palm had a sheen of sweat, and was slightly damp.

"Don't pull away."

"......"

He was strong, both stubborn and insistent. He didn't know why, but Chu Wan Ning suddenly felt like in his words, there seemed to be some sorrow.

Mo Ran's gaze was heavy and fiery, after staring at him for some time, he said in a low, hoarse voice, "Chu Wan Ning......"

"...... What did you call me?"

"...... My mistake."

Chu Wan Ning's entire body was even more tense than before, his heart racing even more than when he was practicing his sword-riding. He was not used to this, completely not used to this.

He strove to regain his composure, struggling one final time before falling into this chasm.

He lowered his eyelids and said, "Mmm, if you know you made a mistake in your words, then you're not completely hope......"

Mo Ran's heart was very hot, and finally without thinking about it, it slipped from him. "Wan Ning."

... -less.

Chu Wan Ning hadn't managed to say that last syllable. 

When he heard that gentle, husky voice carrying a hint of a sigh, his mind was filled with buzzing, and blanked out for a moment.

That last word, could no longer be said.

Hopeless.

Hopeless--

They had floundered at the edge of the swamp of desire for so long, and finally couldn't resist stepping a foot in, sinking into it, henceforth being ensnared in it, seeping into their bones.

Mo Ran's voice was deep and hoarse, he watched him intently. "Wan Ning, actually, these few days I had something, I always wanted to ask you."

"......"

His heart burning madly, Mo Ran tightly gripped Chu Wan Ning's hand, his fingers trembling, "No, I won't ask you anymore."

Chu Wan Ning had just breathed a sigh of relief, when Mo Ran continued.

"I won't ask anymore, I only want to tell you."

Mo Ran went straight to the point, never turning back.

In a single breath, he used the entirety of his courage.

"I love you."

His heart shook wildly.

"I love you, not that of a disciple's for his master, it's... I'm too audacious, I..... I love you."

Chu Wan Ning closed his eyes, his fingertips enclosed in that person's boiling, damp heat, from trembling, they slowly, slowly stilled.

How could it be.

How could it be......

He definitely heard it wrong, he was so ugly, so fierce, so bad at talking, so uninteresting, he was a pathetic idiot with not a single good point to him. Who would love him?

"I love you."

Chu Wan Ning was dazed for very, very long, he really didn't know what he should say, his heart was in turmoil and completely at a loss. He even felt bitterness, he even felt fear, his mind was practically a blank. He wanted to, as usual, draw his sleeves and scold, "nonsense", "idiocy", he thought of many things, but they all got stuck in his throat.

After freezing for a long time, Chu Wan Ning finally, hoarsely, nonsensically, said, "...... I have a horrible temper."

"You're very good to me."

"I, I'm old."

"You look younger than me."

Chu Wan Ning was nearly agitated, at a loss and helpless. "I'm so ugly......"

It was Mo Ran's turn to be stunned, his eyes went wide as he stared at this extremely handsome man before him. He could not understand why someone as good-looking as him, would think so poorly of himself?

Chu Wan Ning, seeing that he didn't make a sound, became even more flustered internally. He lowered his head, "I'm not good-looking."

"......"

"Not as good-looking as you."

As he quietly murmured, suddenly a warm hand cupped his cheek. He heard Mo Ran sigh, even gentler than tonight's moon. "Are you willing to look into my eyes for a while?"

Chu Wan Ning said, "Your eyes......?"

Mo Ran's gaze was warm and tender, reflecting a white-clad man, and he said, "Do you see it? That is the best-looking man in the world."

Chu Wan Ning stared at him, even though his heart was like a violent storm, his cold face still did not show much emotion.

Mo Ran held his hand, it was sweaty. 

Again, he said quietly, "I love you."

Chu Wan Ning felt like he was pricked, his fingers trembled, after a moment, he lowered his head. "I love you" was like a sharp knife, stabbing into his heart and making his blood race hotly, there was no going back. Chu Wan Ning's eyes were red, perhaps he had really waited too long, he had no idea that he would have this kind of reaction from hearing these words. He was very agitated, almost to the point of crying, as he said, "I'm no good. I... I've never been liked by anyone before."

I've never been liked by anyone before.

There was never anyone who, because they have me, would feel happy, feel proud, feel blessed.

It had been thirty-two years.

Never been liked by anyone before.

When Mo Ran heard this, when he looked at this man who didn't even want to lift his head, he suddenly ached and ached. He ached till his heart felt like it was splitting apart, like his bones were crumbling to dust.

This was his precious treasure, yet it had been buried in dust for half a lifetime.

He ached till he didn't know what to say.

In the end, all he could do was stupidly grip Chu Wan Ning's hand tightly, and repeat endlessly, "There is someone. There is someone."

Someone loves you. I love you.

Someone wants you, someone wants you, so don't look down on yourself anymore, don't be so silly, making such a wonderful you sound like you're worthless. Stupid.

Stupid Chu Wan Ning.

I love you.

After very long, Mo Ran asked, “And what about you?”

“...... What?”

Mo Ran lowered his eyelids, his lashes shivering, “I… I’m so stupid, so inconsiderate, so unreliable, I… I even did many unforgivable things.”

He paused for a moment, then continued in a small voice, “Will you like me?”

Chu Wan Ning had originally already lifted his face, but when he heard him say that, when he met those gentle black eyes, incredibly, he became flustered again. With a strength he didn’t know he had, he jerked his hand out of Mo Ran’s, and turned his face away.

He did not nod his head, nor did he shake it.

He did not confirm it, nor did he deny it.

But Mo Ran clearly saw Chu Wan Ning’s ears turn red, the flush spreading to his graceful neck.

“That pouch……”

[Some context here, Mo Ran found a pouch CWN carried on his person, that contained the locks of hair both of them had cut off during the ghost marriage god incident, that was a symbol of their “marriage”]

“Don’t say it.” Chu Wan Ning suddenly said dully, his entire face now fully red, “You’re not allowed to say it.”

Mo Ran gazed at Chu Wan Ning’s expression of unwillingness and embarrassment, of anger and disconcertment, light and shadow flowing in his eyes, entwined with moonlight.

He inched closer, reached out his hand again, and captured Chu Wan Ning’s fingertips.

Chu Wan Ning was quivering, Mo Ran’s fingers were also lightly trembling, he covered Chu Wan Ning’s slender fingers, and then-- One by one, overlapped them with his own, and in a fashion never before--

Their fingers entwined, one palm against the other.

Chu Wan Ning’s entire face was flushed, and he turned his face away even more.

But, this time, he did not pull himself free.

Hence, Mo Ran held Chu Wan Ning’s hand, and at last, finally, he understood, confirmed it nervously.

Chu Wan Ning...... also liked him.

He finally, found out.

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To Chu Wan Ning, this was his first time entwining his fingers with Mo Ran’s, their palms overlapping.

He felt that it was enough, it was too much, thank goodness Mo Ran didn’t do anything more, or he probably would really leap down from a hundred feet in the air, and flee.

It was really fortunate.

But to Mo Ran, this was his god-knows what time he entwined his fingers with Chu Wan Ning’s, their palms overlapping.

He felt that it wasn’t enough, it was too little, but thank goodness he didn’t do anything more, otherwise after holding hands he would want to kiss him, and then demand even more, to thoroughly taste him.

It was really unfortunate.

But even so, Mo Ran could still detect that Chu Wan Ning seemed to be running away.

That day when they descended from the sword, Chu Wan Ning didn’t say a word, and turned to run. He ran for a couple of steps, felt like he was too hurried, and immediately slowed back down.

After he slowed down for a couple of steps, he heard Mo Ran following himself behind him, and spurred by his embarrassment and agitation, he began to run again.

“……”

Mo Ran watched him striding quickly, his heart tender and ticklish, hot and soft.

When he saw that Chu Wan Ning was striding, head down, straight towards a large tree, Mo Ran immediately warned, “Watch out---!”

“Bam!”

But he still hit the tree straight on.

He hurried over and asked, “Does it hurt? Let me see.”

Chu Wan Ning pressed his forehead wordlessly, and after a while, continued walking.

Mo Ran wanted to follow him, but heard him say, “Don’t follow me.”

“I… also need to go back and rest, right.”

“Stand there and let the wind blow at you for a while, come back after you’ve cooled down.”

Cool down?

Mo Ran smiled, how am I supposed to cool down?

After holding your hand, this night, my heart will always be hot.

But he still obediently stopped following. He stood under that cold moonlight, watched Chu Wan Ning walk away, and watched him until he disappeared behind the wall. Only then did he walk to that tree Chu Wan Ning had carelessly walked into. After being silent for a while, he pressed his forehead against the tree bark.

The bark was rough, he closed his eyes.

Chu Wan Ning……

Likes him.

Dancing flowers flowing like water, the lonely island seems like spring.

The brilliant moon glowing in the sky, the serene clouds shading the sun.

The tide surging wordlessly, the water and the sky of a colour.

No matter how wonderful the mortal world was, nothing could compare to those words, Chu Wan Ning likes him.

Even though his vocabulary was so poor, his talent so dim, at this moment his heart still swelled, poetry welling like a spring. Love could turn a simple, straightforward idiot like Mo Wei Yu into a poet, Chu Wan Ning likes him, Chu Wan Ning…… Chu Wan Ning likes him!

He ground his forehead against the tree bark, he wanted to calm down, wanted to restrain himself, wanted to “cool down”, wanted to……

It’s no use, he couldn’t do it.

He could no longer calm down, he couldn’t restrain himself, he couldn’t cool down, his closed eyes were trembling, his lashes drenched in gentleness and crazed joy. The corners of his mouth curled upwards, the dimples in his cheeks growing deeper and deeper, the sweetness in them overflowing.

Chu Wan Ning likes him.

Likes him.

It’s… It’s that person he was heads over heels in love with, it’s that most wonderful person in the world, it’s that person he wanted to hold in his embrace for the rest of his life, it’s Chu Wan Ning…… It’s Chu Wan Ning……

Unbelievably, the great ex-Taxian-jun, current Mo-zongshi, on this deserted, pristine beach, leaned against a large tree and with his eyes closed and head lowered, he laughed, his shoulders shaking.

Because Chu Wan Ning liked him, the wind he smelled was sweet, the sound of the waves in his ears was sweet.

Chu Wan Ning, likes him.

He laughed with his eyes closed, but as he laughed, suddenly, he began to cry.

Like a madman, his lips were stretched in a smile, but tears flowed from his eyes. It was so sweet, and yet his heart hurt so much.

Chu Wan Ning……

Likes him.

Ever since the Butterfly Town incident, he had secretly kept the pouch holding their twined locks of hair.

Likes him……

He suddenly wanted to know, when was it that Chu Wan Ning started standing behind himself, staying by him silently, waiting for him silently, waiting for him to turn his head, waiting for him to stretch out his hand, waiting for him to turn towards him.

How long had Chu Wan Ning waited?

This lifetime, the lifetime before.

All together, twenty years?

Even longer than twenty years.

He, Mo Wei Yu, had seen through the dust of the mortal world, and knew that the world’s most precious thing, was time.

With power and influence, you could be all-powerful, every kind of treasure or honeyed words would come to you without ceasing. But only time, once lost, could not be regained.

If a person was willing to redeem you with ten thousand taels, that was lust.

If a person was willing to redeem you with their beautiful future, that was love.

And if a person was willing to use twenty years, their best years, to redeem you, to wait for you.

Without a word, without asking for repayment, without asking for a result.

That was foolishness.

Really, really, it was too foolish.

Mo Ran’s throat was tight and sour, the bitterness climbing up his tongue, surging like the tide, and he thought---

Chu Wan Ning, you’re really…… too foolish.

Why? How?

What good deeds or attributes have I, Mo Wei Yu… That I could let you be like this to me.

You are the world’s best person, but me?

My hands are filled with blood, I’m better off dead, I’m reviled by thousands, I’m unworthy of reincarnation.

I bullied you, hated you, failed you, I killed you.

You don’t even know what I’ve done……

You don’t even know!!

Mo Ran hugged that tree, his sobs falling into the whistling ocean breeze. What has he done……

With Chu Wan Ning’s gaze on him, he chased another person’s back.

With Chu Wan Ning’s gaze on him, he stupidly waited for another to look at him.

In the Jincheng illusion, with his own mouth, he told Chu Wan Ning, Shimei, I like you.

He sliced Chu Wan Ning’s heart with a knife!

But, Chu Wan Ning?

He was as steadfast as a rock, an unmoving rock in the river current, even with his heart stabbed through, as though he were untouched, he continued taking care of him, tolerating him, accompanying him.

Until death.

…… Until death.

He laughed out loud, he wept, in the moonlight there was only himself, nobody could see him turn crazier and crazier.

Chu Wan Ning, in two lifetimes, in two lifetimes even until death, he didn’t let Mo Ran know of his feelings. The most humble thing this proud man had done in his entire life, was to fall for someone.

For that person, he did everything he could, but in that long wait, he clearly understood that that person’s eyes would never hold himself. Under the clear understanding that that person would never love him, he chose not to bother, he chose not to alarm that person, he chose not to give even a single bit of trouble to others.

He chose, to keep the last of his dignity.

In their past lifetime, till death, he only ever said a single sentence, it was I who treated you unjustly, I do not grudge you whether I live or die.

This lifetime, he confessed his love for him, yet such a wonderful person, such a proud person like Chu Wan Ning, said, “I’m no good. I’ve never been liked by anyone before.”

Taxian-jun…… Mo Wei Yu…… What…… have you been doing……

What have you been doing!!!

Was he blind, or stupid?

How could he be so blind, how could he fail him so.

[utterlyinevitable]

5,30 for Ethan x MC throw in all the angst you can ! Thank u 💖

5. things you didn’t say at all 30. things I wish you’d said

From the things you said prompt list. Send me a pairing and number and I’ll write a mini fic!

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Narcissus Sent a Package

Rebecca Lao walked to the Diagnostics Office ready for her shift. She was overjoyed that things started to become semi-normal between her and Ethan after she called him a diva and spoiled brat outside their patient’s house two days ago. She was thankful the awkward tension dissipated. 

Through the glass door she could see, sitting on the round table, where the team of Baz, Becca, June and Ethan met multiple times a day to deliberate on cases, was a basket. A gift basket of a large bouquet of flowers and a box wrapped prettily with a bow. 

The air around the office became strained almost immediately upon Becca’s arrival. 

June stood at the table and immediately turned to the resident, manicured thin eyebrows raised, as she walked in. Ethan was sat at his desk, attention on whatever lay before him. Baz was in a chair eying the basket with an embossed card addressed to the youngest member of the team. 

“You have an admirer,” he spoke. Baz’s eyes were alight with intrigue - this was the most interesting thing to happen in months. 

Becca’s brows furrowed together. Since when did anyone send gifts to the team? Who did she know that would send such a display? 

She crossed the distance to inspect the gift basket. As she reached for the card she got a waft of sweetness from the fresh flowers - A bouquet of sweet pea and daffodil. The pinks and purples and yellows really complimented one another, and looked so out of place in the minimally modern room. 

To herself, Becca read the words on the thick, definitely expensive, ivory card printed in black calligraphy;  

Dr. R ‘2nd is the best’. But I like to think third time’s the charm. Looking forward to it.  - T

The color drained from her face. 

He wouldn’t. 

The entire drunken escapade from weeks prior came rushing back to her all at once;

She knew she shouldn’t indulge another endeavor with the handsome stranger. It was a disaster waiting to happen. God, she hated the way this man smiled - like he was a python devouring her whole. But in the dim light of Donahue’s, Bryce’s encouraging winks and nods from a few stools down, and the free drinks pouring, maybe a dance with the devil was exactly what she needed. A bit of mind numbing sex never hurt anybody, right?

No; 

This wouldn’t hurt Becca, or him, but in time it would hurt Ethan.

'Caroline’ downed her drink and gave Reggie the signal for another shot. Tobias and she clinked glasses as she weighed her options one final time. 

Then they made their way to the bathroom. 

Her eyes flitted from the card to the purposeful gift and back again. 

He did. 

And the intention behind it washed over her. 

Shit.

“Wow, Becca. I didn’t think you had it in you,” June appraised, pulling the resident back to the room of awaiting bystanders. 

Becca folded the card back up and placed it far away from the others reach. “What?” she responded, slightly dazed by this complete and utter spectacle laid out before her - the brazen flaunt of distrust.   

June’s tight smile was all too telling. “Tobias,” she nodded towards the card and raised her eyebrows, “I’m impressed.” 

Of course she read the card first. 

As much as Becca wanted to smack that smirk off of Dr. Hirata’s face she refrained. It wasn’t worth making a scene. The damage was already done. June pulled the trigger with that transparent remark. 

Of course she purposefully said his name out loud.

A pager cut through the gross tension coating the diagnostics office. It was Baz’s and he wordlessly fled the scene. 

“Excuse me,” June left the room in his wake, leaving the inevitable drama to unfold. 

Body tense, Becca hesitantly moved to the present. It was weighted, much too heavy to be a box of chocolates. Stupidly, she stole a glance at Ethan. He was sitting straight up, body turned from her, face stoic and doing his best to be uninterested.  

She went to pull back the glossy purple paper, revealing the gift. Becca managed to uncover it halfway before everything clicked. 

Staring back at her was a sparkly, aged bottle of amber scotch. 

“I...” she pulled the rest of the paper back to reveal the name. 

Fuck. 

“I don’t think this was meant for me.” 

Her words were loud and clear and ringing off the furniture, vibrating all around him. 

And Ethan’s cover was blown; 

“Wha-” he finally looked over at her, curiosity getting the better of him.  

She turned to him and held up the box, “It’s your favorite.” 

He didn’t miss the regret in her eyes. It was a darker amber than the expensive liquid she held. Her tight lips, pressed together and the light flush on her cheeks told him it was true. 

The woman he fell for was involved with Tobias Carrick. 

Ethan moved across the office quickly and with intention, coming just close enough to Becca to inspect the bottle. He did his best to keep a semblance of space between them.  

He held the box in his hands. Inspecting. Deliberating. Letting his mind draw up as many conclusions has possible. 

Her voice cut through, “I didn’t even tell him my real name.”

It was an decibel above a whisper, and not the consolation she meant it to be.

Ethan’s eyes were trained on the scotch. His features unmoving and frozen in place. The only sign of life was the small rise and fall of his chest as he attempted to swallow the lump in his throat.      

Becca wished she hadn’t said anything. Wished that she just took the bouquet and unopened scotch back to her locker so no one had to know her personal business. More than anything, she wished she didn’t do it. She wished she let Tobias Carrick stay that nameless man in the club and pretended not to remember him at Donahue’s that night. 

“Why on earth would you sleep with my ex-best friend, my rival?” It was more rhetorical than anything.  

“We hooked up that’s all.”   

They didn’t have sex. Thank God. 

They were interrupted by loud rapping on the door and Reggie’s voice calling for them to “get another room”. As they put their shirts back on, and Becca was free from Tobias’ warmth between her legs, realization set in. Her heart wasn’t in it. She couldn’t do it. Becca denied going home with him and hoped to never see him again. 

Unfortunately for her work forced their hands.   

Ethan couldn’t help but let the a few careful emotions seep through as he barked, “What does that even mean? What does this mean?” He pointed between the flowers and the scotch. 

Becca could feel the bottled up anger emanating off of him. And frankly, it pissed her off. 

Ethan chose to sever any romantic ties they could have had in the name of her professional growth and ethics. It was his choice. As much as Becca didn’t agree, she respected his decision. She’s tried so hard to move on. 

“Okay,” She held up her pointer finger ready to unleash the truth. “The first time I had no idea who he was! He was some rando at a club.”

It took everything in Ethan, every morsel of self control, to keep from asking when the first time was. When she first succumbed to his rival and how many times there were after that. How long after they slept together the night of her hearing did she jump into bed with someone else? How long after kissing him his first night back did she invalidate every single thing she ever said about wanting him? 

He’d rather know about her salacious escapes with the scalpel jockey than with the likes of Tobias Carrick.

“And we did fool around in the bathroom at a bar a few weeks,” Becca continued her explanation on how she came to know the olive skinned stranger. “Then at the Bloom’s it clicked.”  

During her entire soliloquy Ethan didn’t falter. He didn’t even acknowledge her person. His mind moved faster than her explanations. He dissected every word falling tastelessly off her tongue. He weighed the truth of each sentence and collected every scenario hiding in the subtext.  

Becca watched as he mulled. At least, she assumed, he was marinating and assessing her words. Ethan was a statue in front of her. Eyes darker than she’s ever seen and hollow. Devoid of emotion as they stayed locked on the offending item in his white-knuckled hands.  

She wished he would say something, anything. Any words, even venomous ones, would be better than the sullen look on his face. 

Becca thought things were getting better between them; she thought they were making progress. All their differences aside, they were getting along. They were becoming better friends. Becca was one of the rare few people Ethan could actually trust. 

And now... 

With a rueful huff he unceremoniously freed the bottle of its confines. 

Ethan’s mind was reeling - racing a mile a minute as their bodies stood frozen in place. As their bodies protected themselves.

First she weasels her way into his life, driving him to distraction and making him fall for her. She frazzled his mind with intrusive thoughts of her, so strong he needed a sabbatical. Then she’s dismantling the fundamentals of his team, everything he and his mentor worked their careers to build. Now, he feels as if he never really knew her at all. 

Tobias Carrick always coveted everything Ethan Ramsey had; even after their medical school years ended, the distain still existed. Ethan could handle it all - every single dig and undermining being thrown his way. He learned to rise above the schemes every time Tobias tried and failed to outdo him. Ethan Ramsey was capable of moving on, forgetting everything without a second thought. 

Everything except for this. 

This was the one thing he could never overcome. She was the one thing Tobias could win at. 

It never even crossed Ethan’s mind that Tobias could have her too. Even worse were the thoughts of how Tobias could have found her. Did the universe bring them together just as he assumed it divinely brought her into his life? Was he always destined to have to fight with Tobias for all he earned? 

Ethan noted how he could never be narcissistic enough to send a one-night stand a gift basket.

Yet what made Ethan stir the most was how unashamed and brash the gesture was. Aside from the subtext, Ethan could never bring himself to send the woman of his affections flowers - their dynamic was far too complicated for Ethan to send Becca a token of appreciation. 

So he grasped the bottle firmly by the neck and pulled it out of the box with an unsatisfying creak. 

With one blind, emotional action Becca had unknowingly ruined everything they had or could ever be. Ethan Ramsey will never come second to Tobias Carrick. Ethan may have had Becca first, but with her dubious action she made her choice. 

It wasn’t him. 

He carried the bottle back to his desk and sat down.  

“What’re you doing?” Becca questioned from the place she’d been stuck standing in for what felt like eons. Her eyes blinked rapidly as if what she’s been experiencing was just a nightmare and at some point she’ll wake up. 

But this wasn’t an illusion. They both knew that. 

This was how it ended. 

How something that barely even began washed away with the stream of regret.  

“Exactly what Tobias intended,” he half-shrugged. Bending down, pulled out a crystal tumbler from the lower drawer of his desk. “I’m drinking it.”

The nonchalance of his tone scared her. It was late afternoon and Ethan Ramsey was about to have a drink. 

She was about to comment when he spoke first; 

“You’re dismissed.” 

It was definitive. 

He cracked open the bottle and poured a hearty serving, spinning around in his chair to look at the x-rays he’s already seen just so that his back was fully to her. 

Becca wanted to speak, to say something to make things better. 

It was a mistake. 

Back in those days she needed something, anything, to help her get over her all consuming feelings for Ethan and thought Tobias could help - that a random stranger could help numb the pain just a bit longer. 

She wanted to tell Ethan everything - every single thing that led her to the moment of weakness. 

But what was the point in telling him how much his disappearance and constant rejections hurt her? How many times can she tell him she’s fallen in love with him and her heart breaks every time they can’t be together? How she regretted the stranger the moment he had his hand up her skirt. How in the middle of Bloom’s living room her heart stopped beating when Tobias came to light and he learned of her true identity. 

How could she apologize for all of that? 

She was sorry, but sorry wouldn’t change the past. 

It couldn’t change anything. 

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[yandere-society]

Reincarnate

Synopsis: ‘Taehyung hates his immortal life, rueing the day Namjoon blessed him with eternity. But now, a hundred years later, he stumbles across someone who he— who they— want to keep forever.’

Pairing: Taehyung × Fem!Reader × Namjoon 

Genre: Inspired by Interview with a Vampire, Horror 

Word Count: 7K

Admin: @chimchimsauce​​

Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, descriptions of manipulation and physical harm. Please read with caution. 

Rain patters peacefully against the large diner windows, blurring the lights of the cars passing by on the highway. The smell of cheap coffee wafts through the air as a tired-looking waitress wipes a rag over the empty countertop.

YN sighs, eyeing her own cup of now cold coffee and watery grits. She’s ordered almost an hour ago to calm her nerves about her upcoming interview. But with each minute that passes by, the reporter becomes more and more aware that the mysterious man on the phone had stood her up. She really shouldn’t be surprised anymore. She gets more prank calls than actual ones.

And yet, the disappointment is still there. The man who called her only this afternoon seemed much different from the giggling teenagers who claimed to have the latest scoop. His voice had been heavenly, enchanting even. Surely a voice like that couldn’t belong to a prankster.

Her rubbery eggs suggest otherwise.

Rising in anger (both at the mystery man for ditching and at herself for sitting here this long) YN begins to pack her bag, shoving notebooks and recorders into her small satchel before plopping two dollars on the table as a tip. When she turns to go, however, the woman nearly screams out in fright, startled by the stranger standing right in front of her.

Any snarky remark she intended on delivering falls dead on her tongue as her eyes widen, taking in the man before her. YN can confidently say in the twenty-four years she’s been alive, she’s never seen someone so beautiful. She openly stares at him, taking in his tall height, broad shoulders, large hands, and perfectly sculpted face. Even his attire is gorgeous. His fitted shirt hugs his body closely, jeans hanging on his waist loosely, ears pierced with sparkly silver jewelry.

This man belongs on a runway, not in a run-down diner under a highway.

“Sorry for making you wait,” he says jovially, not uncomfortable at the slightest due to her blatant staring.

“I - what?” YN asks, finally coming back to reality.

The stranger doesn’t respond, sliding into the other side of the booth and propping his head on his hands, looking at her endearingly. It causes color to rush to YN’s cheeks as she sits down just as quickly as she stood, trying to seem less frazzled than she really is.

“It’s okay,” the reporter says, finally putting two and two together and realizing that the handsome stranger was the one who called her, “Things happen,”

He smiles lazily, the expression sending YN’s heart into overdrive.

“Thanks for being so understanding,” he says with that beautiful voice of his, “I had a . . . prior engagement,”

His easy smile morphs into an amused one, making YN believe he’s referencing some inside joke she doesn’t understand.

“Would you like to order something? Coffee maybe?”

“I’m good, thank you,” he responds.

“Ah, well,” YN starts, trying to move on.

She really needs a story. The small newspaper she works for has had declining numbers this entire year. She’s afraid if she doesn’t write something spectacular, she’ll be laid off. YN rummages through her bag and sets up her recorder.

“You don’t mind, do you?” YN asks, looking up at the man.

He just shakes his head, the amused look on his face staying firm. It doesn’t quite sit right with her.

“You said you believe a vampire is behind the recent animal attacks that have been plaguing the town,” she asks once she’s certain that the device is recording.

She’s not one to waste time.

“Mmhm,” the man says, still grinning.

“And why is that, Mr . . .” YN trails off, realizing that she doesn’t know the man’s name.

He didn’t mention it earlier on the phone.

“Kim,” he says, “Kim Taehyung,”

For some inexplicable reason, that name seems familiar to her. She can’t tell where she’s heard it before, the memory lurking right out of her reach.

“Mr. Kim,” YN says, licking her suddenly parched lips, “You are aware that vampires are just myths, aren’t you? Especially around this season, it can be easy to blur the lines between fantasy and reality,”

For the first time since they’ve met, Taehyung’s eternal smile droops.

“Believe me, Beastie, vampires are most certainly real,”

“As fascinating as that would be to believe,” YN says, ignoring his strange conviction, “The attacks have been reported by the authorities as animal attacks. It’s not uncommon for a wolf to wander into town, considering Mistyhollow is completely surrounded by woods.”

Mistyhollow, the town YN grew up in, as the most uninteresting place on Earth. Even as a child, the sleepy town made YN restless, made her want to escape and see the real world. College had been that escape for her, but once both of her parents passed away in a freak accident, YN had no other choice but to come back and sort everything out.

The guilt is what made her stay. Her parents had been driving up to surprise her for her birthday when a semi-truck came out of nowhere and totaled their car and took both of them out of this world. YN couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility, couldn’t turn her back of the town her parents loved.

So now, five years later, YN is still stuck here at this place, chasing adventure the only way she knows how.

“No animal has the prowess to kill the exact same way every time. Every person who was murdered died because of a fatal wound right here,”

The man - Taehyung - places two of his long fingers over his jugular.

“How did you know that?” YN asks, bewildered.

That information hadn’t been released to the public. The only way YN knows it to be true is because the chief of police - an old friend of her father’s - mentioned it to her when he came over to check on her last weekend. The large spike in murders caused the middle-aged man to worry for her safety, especially since he had taken it upon himself to watch over her ever since her parents passed.

“Because I know who killed them,” Taehyung says breezily and without a care in the world.

YN’s heartbeat skyrockets. She’s never seen Taehyung before tonight and Mistyhollow is small enough that she knows almost everyone. There’s a very real possibility that he indeed was the one to kill all those people or that he’s in cahoots with them.

The woman’s fear must be evident in her expression because Taehyung continues.

“Don’t be afraid. There won’t be any more murders in this town after tonight,” he tries (and fails) to soothe her.

YN stands up, story be damned. She’s not sitting next to a murderer for one second longer.

But before she can even blink, Taehyung is in front of her, cold hand wrapped around her wrist. His grip isn’t tight, but it’s firm enough to prevent her escape.

“Off so soon, miss LN? I haven’t even given you my story yet,”

Taehyung is incredibly bemused, YN’s growing terror causing him to smile.

“Let me go,” she demands, trying to free herself, “Or I’ll scream,”

“Go ahead,” Taehyung offers, not moving an inch.

The coldness seems to spread throughout her body the longer he’s touching her.

YN doesn’t hesitate. She screams at the top of her lungs, the sound sharp and shrill, every ounce of fear forcing its way out.

But nothing happens. No one comes running as she’d hoped they would. It’s at this moment that YN realizes that the two of them are all alone.

“I came here to be interviewed,” Taehyung says, “It’s incredibly rude to run out on me, especially since I had to travel such a long distance,”

“Please don’t kill me,” YN pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.

She’s terrified, completely frozen in place.

“Kill you?” Taehyung asks as if the thought had never occurred to him, “Of course not, beastie. I’d never hurt you,”

His words are much too loving for the situation they’re currently in.

“Then what do you want from me?” YN asks, brain coming up with a million different scenarios, some even worse than death.

“I just want you to listen to me. Is that so much to ask?”

“N-no,” YN says, willing to go along with whatever he says until she can figure out a way to escape.

“Good. It’s nice to see you obedient for once, Beastie,” Taehyung says, guiding her back to her spot in the booth and finally releasing her.

She knows that another attempt to run would not be smart.

“Now where were we,” Taehyung asks, settling back in, “Ah, right. You don’t believe in vampires. I don’t blame you. I didn’t either. Not at first,”

“Do you have any proof?” YN forces herself to ask, continuing to play her role.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, thinking.

“You know, I think I’d like to order something after all,”

And just like that, the waitress reappears from the kitchen, approaching the table as normal, as if she hadn’t heard YN scream only moments ago. The reporter is completely stunned. The waitress doesn’t even look at her. She’s standing too stiffly for her stance to appear normal, a dazed, glazed look in her eyes.

“Hi, doll,” Taehyung regards the lady with a patronizing tone even though she’s old enough to be his mother, “I’ll take a cup of coffee,”

As the waitress walks away, YN notices the two puncture wounds in her neck, right where all the other victims had been attacked. Her mouth dries out as she tries to swallow, noticing the blood oozing from the wounds. When she’s finally able to tear her eyes from the sight, her eyes connect with Taehyung’s.

“Persuasion works really well right after I bite someone,” he says casually, dragging his tongue across his lengthened canines, “She’ll be fine soon enough,”

YN is silent, struggling to process what’s going on.

Vampires are real. Vampires have been behind the mass murders in town. The man in front of her is a vampire.

For some reason, it isn’t nearly as difficult to accept as she’d thought.

“Why tell me this?” YN finds herself asking as the waitress hands Taehyung his coffee.

He swaps his fresh cup for YN’s cold one.

“You wanted a story didn’t you, Beastie?” Taehyung asks, “So I’m going to tell you a story. Listen well and drink that coffee, we’re gonna be here a while.”

The day was sunny. Taehyung never knew how much he would grow to hate sunny days. It was sunny when a snake shot out and bit his new wife, sickening her until she faded away like snow in spring, taking their unborn child with her.

The funeral was held on a sunny day. Taehyung’s tears and bloodshot eyes did not match the warm green grass and cheerful birds. And so he retreated into his too big, too empty house, unaware of the calculating eyes watching his every move.

Time went by in a haze of bar fights and blowing his money in the whore house, desperate to feel something - anything. But no matter what the twenty-three-year-old did, all he felt was empty. He’d loved his wife so completely that her death seemed to destroy him as well.

It was another one of those nights where the man was drunk just as the sky turned dark, getting yelled at for cheating at the game of cards he’d just won. Staggering, Taehyung stumbles to his feet, raising his fists for another fight. But before the seething man across from him can sock him in the throat, someone pulls him away, spewing apologies to the other man and hurrying the both of them away before Taehyung can cause even more trouble.

Taehyung doesn’t even bother to look at who his savior is. The world is spinning too much for him to care about anything. His shoes catch on the ground, causing him to lurch forward only to be rescued by the stranger at the last second. The sudden change in momentum is the final straw for Taehyung. He gags before puking all over himself and the floor, probably getting some on the stranger based on the sound of displeasure he makes.

The stranger drops Taehyung, the man landing in a heap on the ground. Taehyung groans but doesn’t complain, content being trash on the side of the road.

“Honestly,” the stranger begins, “You’re quite a mess, aren’t you, Taehyung,”

He crouches beside Taehyung, finally giving the drunk a look at his face.

The stranger is handsome, tall and poised. The smile on his face is wicked and mischievous causing Taehyung’s heart to sink to his stomach.

“You even ruined my coat,” he says, tutting slightly as if scolding a small child, “But I’m sure you’ll make it up to me,”

“Who are you?” Taehyung asks, the feeling of danger boiling in his stomach.

There’s something off about this man, something sinister.

“Why, I’m your guardian angel,” he says, lips stretching even farther in an unnatural grin.

“Tell me,” he continues once it’s clear that Taehyung has no desire to reply, “Do you want to die?”

“Yes,” the fallen man says quickly, startling himself.

It’s a thought that has been bouncing around his skull ever since his wife died, ever since he realized how alone and miserable he’s been.

“Say your prayers, then,” the stranger says.

In the blink of an eye, the other man is on him, hand tangling into his hair and yanking his head to the side, exposing his neck. Pain radiates through Taehyung as long fangs force their way into his neck, red hot pain shooting through his nervous system.

Taehyung tries to scream but the sound is muffled by the stranger’s hand. The vampire’s eyes flutter closed as he draws in mouthful after mouthful, a near euphoric sensation causing a moan to get caught in his throat.

This desperate man has some of the best blood the vampire’s ever tasted and he’s going to drain him dry.

Despite claiming that he wanted to die only moments ago, Taehyung fights back as best he can, feebly punching at the man and trying to dislodge his fangs from his throat. Prey fighting back usually annoys the vampire but he finds himself in a good mood, pulling away to look Taehyung in the eyes.

“I thought you wanted to die,” he says, amusement lacing his tone as his tongue darts out and licks his bloodstained teeth clean, “Have you changed your mind?”

Taehyung nods as best he can, fiercely glaring at the vampire with a passion that makes the other’s toes curl in delight. He’s going to be a lot of fun.

“Let me cut you a deal, then,” the vampire begins, “I’ll save you, make you like me, but you’ll be mine. Do you understand?”

Taehyung nods again, his world slowly turning black.

And then the vampire is on him again, draining him nearly dry before using his fang to tear into his own wrist, placing his dripping arm up to the dying man and forcing him to drink. Taehyung soon becomes greedy, grasping onto the stranger with as much strength as he has, trying to pull more of the pure power into him.

“That’s enough,” the stranger says, attempting to pull away.

Turning someone else always drains his energy.

Taehyung doesn’t respond, trying to keep drinking his blood. Growing angry, the stranger rips Taehyung off of him, raising both of them into the air and over the neighboring harbor, his clawed hands coming up to strangle him.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls out, eyes as dark as pitch, “I’m the one in charge. Don’t test me,”

And with that, he drops Taehyung into the water.

“The vampire who changed me is named Namjoon,” Taehyung says, watching YN’s hands tremble as she tries to drink the coffee as he told her too, “He’s an insufferable bastard. Manipulative, selfish, mean. I hated him,”

“Then why,” YN begins, “Did you have him save you?”

Her question is hesitant. She’s equally afraid of asking the wrong thing and asking nothing at all.

“I had no idea what my life would turn into,” Taehyung says, a faraway look in his eyes, “If I’d known how it would go, I would have had him kill me . . . or maybe I wouldn’t have,”

His statement is confusing but YN doesn’t push any further.

“My new life began once I crawled out of the water like a drowned rat. I didn’t notice anything different at first. Namjoon wasn’t there and besides an intense ache in my throat, I didn’t feel any better. So I hauled my ass home,”

He pauses. YN gets the impression that talking about his transformation isn’t something Taehyung enjoys doing. It makes her question why he’s forcing this interview.

“The full moon is when it happened. The blood finally took over me. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. I had escaped into the night and stumbled my way to the cemetery in my back yard. It was a rather morbid time if I think about it,”

“When was this?”

“Seventeen ninety-one,” he replies.

YN tries to hide her shock. The man in front of her is hundreds of years old.

She must have failed because he laughs slightly.

“I’ve aged rather well, haven’t I, Beastie?”

She nods numbly.

“And then the change came. Namjoon appeared. He watched me be ripped apart from the inside and put back together without even flinching. It felt like an eternity, but it was probably a few hours at most. It was still dark when I awoke,”

“What was different?” YN asks, continuing to play her role.

If she somehow manages to escape this diner, she’ll be able to say that she actually had an interview with a vampire.

“Everything,” he says breathlessly, “Everything I thought I knew to be true was a lie. Being human is seeing the world through a filtered, muddied window. Becoming a vampire was like removing the lense. Everything is clearer, sharper,” he lifts his head up, staring at the ceiling, “I can see every flake of paint, every dust molecule drifting through the air. I can hear your heartbeat and the cars on the highway a hundred miles from here,”

“That seems,” YN begins, searching for the right word, “Overwhelming,”

“It was. My whole world had shifted on its axis and started spinning the opposite way,”

Taehyung lay gasping, struggling to pull in air for his burning lungs.

“You can give that up,” Namjoon says, appearing from wherever he’d been hiding and landing softly on the dirt next to Taehyung, “Your lungs don’t work anymore. Stop trying to breathe,”

Seeing as it felt as if the new vampire was suffocating he does as told, holding his breath until his lungs stop screaming.

“You don’t need to breathe any longer,” Namjoon says, leaning over the crumpled Taehyung with a grin on his face, “But I imagine you’re rather hungry,”

It’s as if the words ignited a thirst in Taehyung. He began to claw at his throat as it burned, the need for blood overcoming him.

“Let’s go hunt, shall we? I wouldn’t want my new companion to die of thirst,” Namjoon says jovially, helping Taehyung up and dusting his clothes off.

“You can at least try to be presentable,” he scolds, “You are the head of an estate. You must look the part,”

“How did you know that?” Taehyung asks, eyes taking in all of the new sights and scents he hadn’t been able to register before.

“I know everything,” Namjoon says dismissively.

“Now,” he continues, clapping his hands together, “Follow me,”

And with those final words, Namjoon speeds off. If Taehyung had still been human, he wouldn’t have been able to see him. But his new vampiric sight allowed him to see every step the other took, every swish of his hair as he ducked and dodged branches.

With the thirst growing stronger every second, Taehyung follows him, eager for the feeling to go away. It doesn’t take him long to catch up with Namjoon despite running headfirst into a couple of trees as he tried to get used to his new speed.

Surprisingly, Namjoon doesn’t tease or scold him. The elder vampire simply crouches down at the edge of the forest, looking out into a clearing where a small, shoddily put together house stands. Light blinks in one of the thin windows, Taehyung’s new sight allowing him to make out the candle and the wax that slowly slides down the side.

“Tell me,” Namjoon asks, voice so quiet it would be undetectable by humans, “What do you hear?”

The question annoys Taehyung. He just wants to quench his thirst. But something tells him that Namjoon could end him easily if he stepped out of line. So he obliges, closing his eyes to try and better hear. He picks up the sound of three heartbeats.

“People,” he says, finally, “I hear their heartbeats,”

“Very good,” Namjoon praises, “How many?”

“Three?”

“Wonderful. You’re doing very well, pet. Soon enough you’ll be able to tell even more about prey before you’re anywhere near them. But those skills come with practice. Let’s go eat, hm? The blood in these humans isn’t nearly as delicious as some others, but it will do for now.”

Before any reasonable part of his brain can stop him, Taehyung rushes after Namjoon as they make their way over to the house.

“Now we could just break in and drain them,” Namjoon says to the salivating Taehyung, “But there isn’t any fun in that. Hunting is an art form. Watch.”

The suave vampire raps his knuckles on the door. When it isn’t immediately answered, he knocks again, this time harder. Shuffling can be heard in the small cabin as someone stirs awake, taking the lit candle and peeping through the door hesitantly.

“Hello,” the man begins, clearly confused as to why he has visitors at this late hour.

“Hello,” Namjoon says, barely containing his smile, “My companion and I,” he grips the slightly disheveled Taehyung, pulling him closer, “Were wondering if you could perhaps allow us to stay the night at your wonderful home. You see, we’ve become quite lost and -”

The human slams the door in their faces before Namjoon can even finish. He snarls at the door.

“How rude! And to think, I was going to kill him first so he didn’t have to watch his wife and child die first. Do you see what I get for being so kind?” Namjoon rants, turning to Taehyung.

It’s clear that he wants him to agree. Taehyung nods. The thirst grows more each moment. It’s all he can focus on.

“I’ll draw it out then. Alright,” Namjoon says, ripping the door entirely off of its hinges.

The screaming inside is instant. Namjoon pounces upon the man from earlier, sinking his teeth deep into his flesh. The wife scrambles to protect the screaming child, a boy of eleven or so. But Taehyung is too far gone to process his actions. In the blink of an eye, the new vampire has the woman pinned against the wall, hands squeezing her neck so tightly that it breaks, killing her mid-scream. Taehyung’s mouth aches as fangs push through his gums and find their way into the woman’s shoulder, pulling in mouthful after mouthful. He isn’t sure how long it takes but soon enough her body is completely drained.

The blinding thirst has absolved quite a bit, but it still taunts him, still calls for him to drink more. So he turns to the crying child huddled in the corner, barely registering the joy in Namjoon’s face and the horror in the man’s as he’s forced to watch.

The child doesn’t have a chance. Taehyung bites his shoulder, growing annoyed as he struggles and screams loudly. Without pulling away, he reaches a hand up and crushes his skull, effectively silencing him. After draining him completely, Taehyung licks the streams of blood off his ruined face, sighing in relief at the fullness he feels.

It’s only then when he registers what he’s done.

“My humanity was gone,” Taehyung says, watching the expressions on YN’s face. “Namjoon and I went on a violent killing spree for the first month after my transformation. We killed everyone we came across,”

YN swallows.

How many people must he have killed? Taehyung is over two hundred years old. The number has got to be in the thousands.

“And after I settled into my transformation, once I was free from the desire for blood constantly hanging over my head, I began to hate what I was, what I choose to become. I am a murderer. I steal the lives of innocent people just so I can creep through the night forever. But I could not freely express these emotions. Namjoon was extremely temperamental back then. One wrong word and he’d have me pinned against the ceiling,”

YN chews her lip. She wants to ask more about the relationship between the two men but she also doesn’t want to end up dead on the floor.

“Go ahead, Beastie,” Taehyung prompts, staring at her with eyes too beautiful to belong to a soulless creature such as himself, “Ask your question,”

YN’s cheeks heat up. He’d caught her off guard.

“What exactly . . . was your relationship? With Namjoon?”

Her words are hesitant.

The vampire seems to think for a moment.

“Companions, I suppose,” he says after a pause, “Sometimes more. Often times less. Namjoon always wanted something. He changed me because I had the ability to amuse him. He’d been watching me for quite a while. Namjoon knew the money and influence I held and wanted it for himself. I was nothing more than a plaything for him in the beginning,”

“That sounds toxic,”

“That’s not even the half of it,” he says, laughing a little.

YN supposes that it’s been long enough that he can laugh about it.

“Eventually I grew tired of it,” Taehyung says, becoming more serious, “Namjoon was so happy and I was even more miserable than I was as a human. And one day at dinner I just snapped,”

“Your servants are great cooks. Too bad I can’t enjoy any of the food,” Namjoon says, poking a turkey with a solid silver fork.

A golden goblet sits to his right, filled to the brim with blood. Namjoon’s ringed fingers daintily wrap around the glass’ stem, bringing it to his mouth, his lips painted ruby.

Taehyung sits opposite him, his own glass still full. He cringes internally, thinking of the servants Namjoon put under persuasion to go into the town and kidnap people, only to lock them in the cellar to be used as personal blood bags.

Namjoon shares none of this guilt, jovially chatting away and enjoying his expensive clothes, all bought with Taehyung’s money.

“The decor in here is a little dated, don’t you think, pet? So last century. I say we redecorate,”

“You say a lot,” Taehyung spits, unable to hold his tongue for a moment longer.

Namjoon’s happy expression hardens.

“Oh?”

It’s a challenge, clear as day.

Normally Taehyung would back down immediately, but he’s had enough.

“But you never say anything important. All you do is ramble on and on. Don’t you ever get tired of yourself? I certainly do,” Taehyung snaps.

It feels good to let it all out.

The fork Namjoon had been holding bends in half in his grip.

“You’re an ungrateful brat, you know that?” Namjoon says, struggling to keep his cool, “I give you eternal life and you treat me like this?”

“I’d rather be dead,” Taehyung says, glaring at his ‘savior’.

“That can be arranged,”

And with that, Namjoon launches himself over the table and at Taehyung. The younger vampire was ready, however, and soon a brawl broke out. The two of them completely trashed the banquet hall, Taehyung knocking over a candle and setting the luxurious rug on fire.

The vampires don’t notice, continuing to fight each other viciously. It’s only when the ceiling begins to fall around them that they break away and escape the house fire.

It’s chaos outside as servants scream and search for each other.

“Look what you did,” Namjoon growls, his fancy clothes charred, no longer looking even close to their original glory, “Look what you ruined!”

Taehyung pays his creator no mind, watching his home burn to the ground. It sends a bolt of satisfaction through him. That house was where all his happy memories were, where his human life occurred. It should be turned into ashes, just like his soul has been.

“Weren’t you sad that you lost your home?” YN asks.

By now her coffee is completely empty. She grows slightly more courageous as every minute passes. It’s probably the caffeine.

“It felt liberating. That home was where my old life lived. Being there after being turning was another level of torture I hadn’t known I’d been suffering through until it was gone. Abd the look on Namjoon’s face was absolutely worth it,”

“What happened next?” YN asks him.

She’s beginning to get sucked into the story. It almost seems like a demented fairytale.

“We were penniless. Our days of grand parties and servants were over. I had expected Namjoon to abandon me, but I think he realized sticking around would be the perfect payback for ruining his carefully thought out plan,”

Taehyung taps his fingers against the diner table absentmindedly. He comes back to himself, waving a finger in the air to summon the waitress who promptly refills YN’s coffee.

“Thank you,” the reporter murmurs.

Taehyung smiles again, some unreadable emotion hiding behind his eyes.

“For some time,” he continues his tale, “The two of us wandered about, draining people and using their belongings for as long as we could,”

YN winces.

“I know. It was awful. But at the time, there didn’t seem to be anything else we could do. And then it got even worse,”

“How?” YN asks, fingers warm from her cup.

“A sickness came. It was still the time where one person being sick could take a whole town with them. So of course, the blood quality fell tremendously. Vampires can’t contract illnesses, but diseased blood can make us weaker. It was then,” Taaehyung says, locking eyes with the girl in front of him, “that we met her,”

“Her? Who?” YN asks, feeling entirely naked under his intense gaze.

“Elizabeth,” he says with a fondness reserved for those dearest to his heart.

His entire form brightens considerably.

The town around them looks like it got hit by a tornado. Houses are empty and decrepit, windows cracked and door ripped off of their hinges. Crappy, poorly assembled carriages are turned over in the streets.

“Oh great,” Namjoon says as the two vampires make their way through the ghost town, “Everyone’s already dead,”

The elder vampire steps on a dead body, kicking it over with a pout on his face.

“You whine so much,” Taehyung says, peeping into an abandoned house, seeing if anything is able to be salvaged.

He’s rummaging through a set of drawers, only finding old papers and nicknacks.

“You’re a bad luck charm. I’m sure of it,” Namjoon complains, destroying a wall with a half-assed punch.

“Why are you still here then? You’re absolutely welcome to leave,”

“Oh please,” Namjoon says, laying himself over the younger, “You love me too much for me to leave,”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as they continue going through town, looking for people to drain. By the time they’ve reached the final house, hope is almost entirely lost. It’s been a few days since either of them has had blood, weakening the both of them.

As they enter the last house weak footsteps can be heard.

A willow of a girl steps into sight. Her cheeks are sunk in and her body is so thin that it’s obvious that she hasn’t eaten in a long time. Her skin is dirty and caked in dirt, clothes nearly falling off of her. Taehyung guesses that she’s a teenager.

“Can you,” she begins, “Help my mother?”

Taehyung’s eyes are drawn from her form to the dead body curled up on a stack of straw mats.

“She’s ill,”

A pang of sympathy surges through Taehyung.

“Your mother’s dead,” Namjoon tells the girl bluntly, “And you will be too in just a few moments,”

Before he can attack, Taehyung holds his arm in front of Namjoon’s chest, stopping him.

“Don’t,” he says.

Something about the girl is so innocent and sweet. The sudden urge to protect her overwhelms him.

“You want to kill her?” Namjoon asks, surprised.

Taehyung almost always attacks people over the age of thirty. It helps ease his guilt.

“Leave her,” Taehyung says.

She’s trembling now, huddled next to her mother’s corpse. He pities her. He’d done the same thing when his wife died forty years ago.

A sudden, wicked smile emerges on Namjoon’s perfect face.

“I’ll tell you what,” he begins, not even trying to hide the scheming tone in his voice, “I’ll give you two options. Either you turn her,” he pauses, always one for dramatics, “Or I’ll kill her,”

“No,” Taehyung nearly growls out.

He isn’t sure why but the thought of her death makes him angry. Namjoon has obviously picked up on it and is using that sudden determination to manipulate him.

No matter what, some things never change.

“Try and stop me,” the elder says with a cocky grin.

Even though Taehyung has been a vampire for decades, he’s not nearly as strong as Namjoon. Their numerous fights always end with Namjoon winning and boasting about it for weeks afterward.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, inhaling her scent. She smells absolutely divine, the blood thumping just barely under her skin calling to him. He glances once more at Namjoon before approaching the frightened girl.

“What’s your name?” he begins, crouching down next to her.

“E-Elizabeth,” she stutters out.

Taehyung smiles at her sweetly, trying to calm her down so she’s not as frightened for what’s to come.

“Don’t worry, little Elizabeth,” Taehyung says, “You won’t feel the pain for much longer,”

Her eyes are blown wide as Taehyung opens his mouth wider than what should be possible, his sharp fangs glittering in the moonlight filtering in through the broken window. A scream gets caught in the girl’s throat as his fangs sink into her skin.

Her blood is the best he’s ever tasted. His eyes roll back in his head as she struggles against him. Taehyung wraps his arms around her frail body, careful not to crush her bird bones. The blood is almost too delicious to stop but Taehyung pulls away just in time, force-feeding her his own blood as Namjoon had all those years ago.

Namjoon watches with a satisfied grin on his face, loving the way he can jerk the younger around and bend him to his will.

Because the full moon is tonight, Elizabeth’s transformation is nearly instantaneous. Taehyung watches as her cheeks fill out and regain a healthy, youthful glow. Her hair becomes shiny and her cracked, dirty nails grow to a dainty length.

She’s beautiful.

“Are transformations always this stunning?” Taehyung asks Namjoon, looking at the elder in wonder.

“I’m not sure. You’re the only person I’ve ever been able to successfully change,” he says, “But you became so beautiful,: Namjoon says, voice trailing off as he looks at his companion.

Despite the way they always fight and generally have a giant distaste for each other, Taehyung holds a special place in Namjoon’s cold, dead heart. He feels more alive when the other one is around.

The moment is broken when the girl gasps loudly, waking up.

“I loved her,” Taehyung says, “We both did. She was the breath of fresh air we needed in our lives. We bonded over her presence, but we . . . disagreed over how we should teach her,”

Taehyung takes a breath, looking at the face he adores, noticing how it’s ever so slightly different than before. She’s older than she ever got before, her face a little slimmer, her stature a little taller.

“Soon after we found and changed Elizabeth, there was a boat expedition we managed to sneak onto. Namjoon managed to convince Elizabeth to help him rob some of the richer passengers. While I didn’t agree - robbing from the living is quite different than robbing from the dead - it was enough to set us up with a new life,”

YN is quiet, obviously thinking over his story. Taehyung indulges her, remaining silent as well. If he’s learned anything in his time on earth, it’s how to be patient. Even though she doesn’t know it, Taehyung would never hurt her.

“Was it better? Were you happier once you became reestablished again?”

“The wealth didn’t make much of a difference to me,” Taehyung says honestly, “But Namjoon was ecstatic. And so was Elizabeth. Her entire human life had been lived in squalor, so it was just as foreign as her new abilities. It made Namjoon so happy to spoil her. He’d order new dresses to be made almost weekly and always bought her anything her heart desired,”

He speaks of those times fondly, almost happily. It stirs something in her heart.

“But it made her meaner - crueler. And I couldn’t help but get jealous. She was mine. I’d turned her, I was the one who saved her. And yet Namjoon was jeopardizing her time. So I sweet-talked him, played into his ego and greed and got him to spend more time away from the house. He got into stocks and business, stealing from rich business owners while smiling at them.

“Were you together with her? With Elizabeth?”

“I suppose. Nearly,” Taehyung says, pain evident in his tone and facial expression, “We spent so much more time together. For the first time since meeting my wife, I really connected with someone on a deeper level. We would lay together and just talk about whatever. We’d speculate about the future, talk about how we wanted the world to change. I loved her more than anything and I know she loved me too. But then,”

He falls silent again.

“We’d managed to catch the attention of a local cult. One of the leaders worked with Namjoon and convinced him to bring me to a meeting. We’d expected a normal meeting but were subdued with silver chains and taken hostage. But that wasn’t what made me - us so angry. They’d taken Elizabeth. Took her from our safe home and forced her into captivity,”

YN reaches out to the vampire, surprising both of them when her warm hand touches his cold one. She moves to snatch it away but Taehyung quickly interlaces their fingers, preventing her from moving at all.

“They tortured her,” Taehyung spits bitterly, “And then murdered her right in front of our eyes. They pushed her out into the sun and made us watch as she disintegrated,”

“I’m so sorry,” YN says, heart going out to him.

She knows exactly how it feels to lose a loved one.

“They got what they deserved. Someone slipped up and Namjoon and I were able to escape. We slaughtered them all and set their lair on fire,”

YN squeezes his cold hand, all the fear she’d had at the beginning of his tale gone completely,

“Namjoon and I grew closer after losing her. It was devastating to both of us. We were the only comfort the other had. We’d both lost a lover, a companion . . . a friend. We had to become those for each other. But even still, it was a loss we couldn’t recover from,”

“How long ago was it?” YN asks.

Time does not heal all wounds but it does make it easier to cope.

“About a hundred years,” he pauses, “But something happened recently. I don’t think we’ll feel that pain anymore,”

“Why?”

A ding catches YN’s attention. She’s surprised to see another man, this one even taller than Taehyung. Hs grins at her with a dimpled smile.

“Hello, pet,” he says, voice sending a shiver down the reporter’s spine.

Taehyung doesn’t even look behind him, relaxing instantly.

“Hello, Namjoon,”

YN’s heart rate picks up rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he’s standing right in front of the table.

“I got impatient,” he says, speaking to Taehyung but looking at YN with a smile so wide her stomach flips.

“I’m not surprised,” the other vampire responds.

Something tells YN that there is no chance of escape.

“Make it quick,” YN says, closing her eyes and feeling breathless, “Please,”

She doesn’t want to face her death with open eyes.

There’s movement around her. YN squeezes her fists together.

But no fangs enter her skin. When she opens her eyes, both Namjoon and Taehyung are looking at her fondly.

“We’ve missed you so much, Beastie,” Namjoon says, eyes dialed.

“I - what?” YN asks, confused and terrified.

“I never believed in reincarnation. But here you are. Our sweet little angel,”

All at once, it rushes back to her. The soft way Taehyung had spoken over the hours, the nickname, the way he looked at her.

“I don’t - no,” YN says, shaking her head, trying to run but getting surrounded immediately.

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon says, “You learned to love us once. You can do it again,”

Her voice dies in her throat as two pairs of fangs approach her, sinking into either side of her throat. As the world turns dark, YN hears one a singular sentence.

“You won’t leave us ever again.”

[kalypsichor]

goodbye, hello [ paul mccartney x reader ]

summary: “He’s only got eyes for you.” John’s gaze softens as he leans in, voice sincere. “Look, ‘m not saying you have to like Paul or go out with him or anything. But you’ve got to tell him how you feel, all straight like, or else he’ll always be on your hook. That boy’s got a pretty face and a thick skull.”

prompt: this ask! this is a sequel to hello, goodbye which you should probably read for full literary satisfaction warnings: hope you’re not lactose intolerant bc this is CHEESY

Due to popular demand(two people’s but i wanted to write it so shut up), here’s part 2. I’m actually quite proud of this because I LOVE writing literary parallels and recursive story structures. @ my English prof please give me an A

Side note: so like,,, the ‘boy chases uninterested girl until she falls for him’ trope is very unhealthy,,, and if someone isn’t interested in you that should be enough to stop you from pursuing them *cough* every 90s-00s movie ever *cough*. for the purposes of this fic, it’s all because of miscommunication babeyyy

“Goodbye!”

You wave to your friend as she gets off at her stop. She smiles and waves back, and then the doors are closing and your view is being obstructed by a pair of legs. John Lennon, of all people, takes the now empty seat next to yours.

You don’t even have to look up to know that it’s him; it’s the faint whiff of cigarettes. And the fact that he almost clobbers you with the guitar strapped to his back when he sits down.

“Sorry,” he says, although his grin says otherwise.

The bus is almost entirely empty save from the granny carrying her weight in groceries in the back, so you’re not sure why the boy chose the seat right next to yours. Very unsubtly, you scoot as far left in your seat as possible.

“Hm,” is all you deign him with.

For at least a few minutes, you stare resolutely straight ahead of you in silence. You’re trying very hard to ignore the fact that he is very obviously staring at you but color is starting to rush to your cheeks and it’s not long until you turn back to him.

“What do you want, Lennon?”

“I’m just lookin’ at your face. Is that illegal?”

“Find a mirror, then,” you snap. “I’m sure you’ve got one in your pocket since you check your hair so often.”

He runs a hand through said carefully tousled quiff and chuckles. “Feisty bird, you are. No wonder Paul’s got it so hard.”

Don’t reply, it’ll just egg him on-- “Yeah, right. Paul makes a move on every girl that looks his way. I’m not special.”

John, who had been facing forward after your outburst, swivels to look at you again. “Paul? He won’t even speak to other girls. And that’s sayin’ lots, considering dozens of ‘em throw themselves at him every other night.”

“I don’t believe that.” And you can’t, can’t let that glimmer of hope get any brighter, you chide yourself.

“You don’t have to but it’s the truth. Where’d you even hear that, anyway?”

You fidget with your bookbag, already understanding the idiocy of your next words. “Well, I just… heard rumors. From friends, like.”

“Rumors.” John scoffs and uncrosses his arms. “Rumors is all it is. You can’t go round believing everything people say. That’s not very smart, and I know you’re a smart bird. ‘S one of the reasons Paul likes you, y’know.”

“Oh.”

You realize, now, that you’ve never seen Paul hitting on other girls. It’s mostly been Molly Ringwold, one of the lower sixths, who always laments about how Paul won’t ask her out. But if John isn’t lying, then Paul really hasn’t just been flirting around. And that changes everything he’s said to you, doesn’t it?

“He’s only got eyes for you.” John’s gaze softens as he leans in, voice sincere. “Look, ‘m not saying you have to like Paul or go out with him or anything. But you’ve got to tell him how you feel, all straight like, or else he’ll always be on your hook. That boy’s got a pretty face and a thick skull.”

The two of you sit in silence for the rest of the ride. When John gets up for his stop, you lurch out of your seat. He pauses and his eyes flicker questioningly to yours.

“Thanks. For telling me. And…” You struggle a little with the next bit. “It wasn’t fair of me to assume. So. Thank you.”

John smiles--a true smile. It’s warm and rounds out the harsher edges of his face and if you didn’t only have eyes for Paul, you’d think he was beautiful in that moment.

“Sure. I was getting tired of seeing my best mate so blue all the damn time.”

And then he steps off and you sit back down and the rest of the day is spent in your own head.

***

The next day after school, you’re searching for a familiar head of dark, fluffy hair in the courtyard when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Your heart leaps at the hope that it’ll be the boy on your mind all day and when it is, the stupid thing almost jumps out of your chest. And then he says your name, soft and hesitant, and it stops beating altogether.

“I just wanted to say, um--” Paul fidgets where he stands and how could you have ever thought he was just a cocky teddy boy? “Sorry. Yes, sorry, that’s it. Last week, I was being a right arse, wasn’t I?” He chuckles awkwardly, looking anywhere but your eyes.

“‘S no different from how you usually act,” you reply. Paul blinks at how your comment doesn’t have its usual bite. You’re just… teasing him? “I accept your apology, Paul.”

“Oh. Okay.” He smiles and when you reciprocate with a sweet, toothy grin he feels something loosen in his chest and fly away. “So, also, I was wonderin’. There’s that county fair on Friday, y’know, and… are you going?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“Right, well, would you…? With me. I mean, go with me. As friends, of course, unless you, uhm. Y’know.”

The sun, half-hidden behind clouds as fluffy as Paul’s hair, sets a warm glow to his skin. You want nothing more than to hold a bit of his sunshine in your hands. With a confidence that surprises even you, you reach forward and do just that. There’s a stray tuft of hair falling across Paul’s pretty eyes. You tuck it behind his ear, thumb just barely brushing over his cheek and leaving a faint blush in its wake. When you pull away, Paul’s lips are parted and he’s watching you with a dazed expression.

“Meet me there at eight?”

“Okay.”

“It’s a date.”

“A date,” he repeats, but you’re already walking off to the bus stop. As he watches, you turn and raise an arm into the air, waving.

“I’ll see you!”

The words carry on the breeze and Paul snatches them. He holds them close, lets them warm his heart. They’re hopeful, he thinks as he turns them over and over in his head. Yes, they’re hopeful and beautiful. A fresh beginning, perhaps.

“Hello,” he whispers at the new, fluttering feeling in his chest.

[yikeswtfmate]

What? / Part 2

Summary: Bucky knows he didn’t have a girlfriend 5 minutes ago but maybe he did really hit his head and totally forgot about her. It’s possible, right? And they definitely didn’t first get together by bringing a fanfiction trope to life, right?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: swearing

A/N: @elena-chat made me want to write the second part where R would just convince Bucky he had a memory lapse; listen look listen full disclosure: this got out of my hands and i’m not entirely happy with how it turned out, but here it is in its full glory whatever

masterlist // previous part

Bucky enters his room in a daze. He was only allowed around one minute of trying to process what the hell just happened when four voices started rising in intensity to just go. Now he has to face stepping into a room that at the moment seems more fear inducing than any Hydra facility. His brain must have surely stopped working because there is no way in hell that Y/N is actually laying on his bed, leafing through the book he left there.

Her gaze shifts to his form when she hears the door opening and closing, noticing the way his movements are slow, as if coated in molasses. She’s been kicking herself internally for being so reckless, but to be fair, she was just tired of having to wait around for Bucky to make a move, and Steve and Sam’s comments fuelled her enough to finally get things moving herself. Plus, she’s always up to messing with Bucky, so this should be at least entertaining, whether it’s going to end in the kiss of her one true love or utter embarrassment. There’s nothing that could go even more wrong than it already has so why not.

“Look, Y/N. I’m not…I don’t really know what’s going on right now. Is it…did something happen to me that I can’t remember any of this? Everyone seems to know that we’re…together but I have no memory of it.” He mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

It is in that moment that Y/N thinks that she just came up with the most ingenious plan she has ever concocted. Her eyes narrow for a second, a smirk playing on her lips, thankfully unnoticed by Bucky who’s too busy avoiding her gaze at any cost. There’s an evil cackle that threatens to escape, but she suppresses it with a clearing of her throat.

“Oh, baby. Please don’t tell me you got hit in the head on the mission.” Her voice is laced with worry, but there’s still something underneath it that makes him suspicious. “Holy shit, Buck, you really can’t remember anything?”

Bucky can feel before he sees Y/N taking his hand, pulling him towards the armchair in the corner. She pushes him down and she just plops herself easily in his arms, circling his neck and kissing his forehead. There’s a feeling of familiarity that surrounds him when he’s holding her so close, and he wonders in horror whether he did indeed forget everything. Who the fuck is so unlucky that he gets the girl of his dreams and forgets everything about it because he got hit in the head? This idiot, apparently.

“I…Y/N, I have to go to the Med Bay. I need to see what’s wrong. There are scans that can check what…” Bucky starts, as his frustration starts to rise in his chest. There’s no way she could be lying, and everyone else seems to know about them as well, so something must have definitely happened on the mission that he cannot remember this whole relationship. For fuck’s sake, he probably must have kissed her and he can’t remember.

“Oh no, no no no, baby, no.” Y/N pushes a finger into his chest, brain going haywire as she tries to scramble for a good reason that he does not get his head checked, his head is fine, hers is the one gone on a walk by this point. “There’s no point in going to get yourself checked. There’s um…there’s a…I’m sure we can make you remember through other ways, no need to involve others.” Smooth, Y/N, smooth.

“Y/N, how can you…”

“Well, first of all, you haven’t been calling me by my name since the time you confessed your feelings to me. Do you remember that by any chance? We were on that mission in Belgravia when we had to act as newlyweds and that dude kept hitting on me at the gala? And you had enough of him flirting with me and when we got to our hotel room you…well, showed me how much you care about me?” Y/N idly wonders whether Bucky ever read any fanfiction, but knowing the man can’t even text without support, she’ll take her chances.

“Uh…I did?” Bucky looks confused, a blush creeping over his neck and he’s so cute, but most importantly, she can definitely feel the discomfort in his jeans.

“Oh, yeah. You were very thorough. I mean, at first you weren’t that happy that we’d have to share a bed, because I refused to sleep on the couch but I was gracious enough to let you join, so in the end it all worked out for the best, didn’t it?” She winks at him, moving a strand of his hair behind his ear. “And you told me that night that you couldn’t stand watching another man even looking at me, because you’ve always loved me and you made me say numerous times that I’m yours and not anyone else’s.”

“And did you? Did you mean it?” His uncertainty is clear even in the barely audible whisper. Y/N frowns, aware that she’d ensnared herself in this fantasy enough to almost believe it herself. Her thumb rubs his cheek where there’s a fresh cut and they look at each other for a few seconds, before she kisses him softly.

“I did, Buck. I’m all yours.”

Later that evening, Y/N is laying on the couch in the living area, snuggled into Bucky’s side and feet propped on Nat’s lap. They’ve been watching a movie that she couldn’t really care about when Bucky has been playing with her hair just so. She wants to enjoy this as much as she can, because she’ll have to come clean, tell him that it was just a misunderstanding that was stretched too far and wide and hopefully he’ll just laugh about it and kiss her, thankful that they got together regardless of circumstances. She will tell him everything...eventually. 

“Did I get into a fight with him?” Bucky mutters, seemingly just as uninterested in the movie as her.

“Hmmm?”

“The mission in Belgravia. Did I punch him for flirting with you?”

“Oh yeah, babe. You totally gave him a black eye. He even started crying.” Y/N is nearly asleep, eyes closed, a yawn on her lips, but she can bet good money Bucky is smiling in satisfaction.

“Can you two dimwits shut up? I’m trying to watch the movie.” Nat snaps, not taking her eyes off the tv. “What are you even talking about anyway? You weren’t on the mission in Belgravia, it was me and Steve.” Fuck. 

Y/N’s eyes pop open at her words and she can instantly feel Bucky tensing underneath her. Is this day going to give her a break already???

“What?”

“Uh…you can’t take it back now! You already admitted you’re my boyfriend! No take-backsies!” Y/N is already sprinting down the hall, when Bucky’s voice bounces off the walls. 

“Y/N, what the fuck?!”

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I think you reblogged something like this, but what about drunk Vincent? I just can’t imagine what he’s like drunk because he seems to quiet! Female reader please, maybe taking care of him while he’s tipsy?

I meant for this to be cute but it just spiraled into sadness :(

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You weren’t sure what had led up to it - you had only just arrived home, tired from the long trip into town - but clearly, you had just interrupted some sort of party. There didn’t need to be much of an occasion to bring out a bottle or two, but this seemed to be more than just having a few drinks. There was no shortage of booze around the house, half full bottles in every cabinet in the kitchen like it was a staple food. Although that wasn’t exactly untrue - you had never seen Bo sit down for dinner without a glass of amber liquor next to his plate. Now, though, nearly all of those bottles had been brought out and emptied, joined by a small collection of cheap beer cans that you were sure belonged to Lester.

You stand in the kitchen doorway, watching from a distance as the twins have a heated discussion from either side of the little table. Bo is loud, red faced but smiling, clearly drunk and teasing his brother about something. Vincent is always soft spoken, so you can’t hear his side of the conversation, but it doesn’t seem as though they’re arguing.

The small kitchen was crowded and noisy, but you smiled at the thought of finally seeing them all together without a fight breaking out. It was a simple thing, but it was rare enough to get the twins into the same room for any length of time, let alone all three brothers at once.

“There you are,” Lester says, slipping up from behind. “Thought maybe you’d finally run off on us!”

“No, some asshole parked his truck right in the middle of the driveway,” you returned, glaring daggers at the youngest brother. “Sideways. I had to park at the bottom of the hill and walk up here.”

“Oh, sorry ‘bout that.”

Lester doesn’t give you an excuse, although you would have loved to hear what bullshit he would have come up with this time. He shrugs, grinning at you in the loose, easy way of someone who is far too drunk to care. It’s annoying, but you can’t stay mad at him, so you roll your eyes and drop the subject.

“What’s going on?” You question, looking around at the cans and bottles.

“Vincent’s wasted,” Lester says with a grin, looking far too happy to be ratting out his older brother. “He can’t drink for shit. Makes him get all chatty, then he and Bo end up picking on each other until someone gives up.”

You already know the answer, but the question still makes your face twist into a grin that isn’t entirely a happy one. “Bet it ain’t ever Bo that gives up, huh?”

He doesn’t reply, instead sliding past you and back into the kitchen. You elect not to join them, listening to the noise as you watch from the doorway. It’s strange to see, but there is no mistaking the relaxed, dazed look on Vincent’s face - and for once, it actually is his face. He was standing, holding onto the kitchen table like it was the only thing keeping him upright, face bare and unmasked. It was still nearby, sitting on the table with finger marks pressed into the chin and jaw as though it had been handled roughly when it was removed. He didn’t seem at all concerned by his bare face, wobbling on his feet as he stood. His already quiet voice was slurred and incoherent, too low to hear from where you stood, but clearly whatever he was saying was amusing.

“Shut up,” Bo says, but he’s grinning up at his twin from his seat across the table. “You’re gonna be embarrassed in the morning, sayin’ all this shit.”

“‘S not embarrassing,” Lester interrupts, stepping past you with a wink and coming to his brother’s defense. “I think it’s sweet.”

Bo scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Both of you are drunk idiots.”

You listen to their bickering for a moment longer, happy to see that they are capable of getting along, even if it takes alcohol to make it happen.

“What are you all talking about?”

Your interruption causes them all to pause for a moment, radically different expressions on each face. Bo looks only vaguely irritated, a small frown on his face as he squints at you. Behind him, Lester is struggling to keep from laughing, holding onto the counter for support as he giggles.

Vincent is the most surprising, turning towards you clumsily, a little more unsteady without the table to keep him balanced. It takes him a moment to catch up with what is going on before he finally greets you with a happy, but incoherent, mumble. He’s a mess, jacket sliding off one shoulder and a tangle of hair in his face, but seemingly very pleased to see you.

“You’re home,” he rasps, reaching forward and tugging at your shirt sleeve. “Missed you.”

You hear Bo hiss, “Oh, here we fuckin’ go,” but ignore him in favor of grinning back at Vincent. He was always quiet, and this was more talkative than you’d ever heard him before, but the admission that he’d noticed your absence from the house tugged on your heartstrings a little. Out of the three, you had spent the least amount of time with Vincent, and you often wondered if your occasional visits downstairs were even wanted - he seemed just as standoffish and uninterested no matter what you tried.

“Aw, that’s nice,” you reply, patting the hand that reached out to grip your sleeve. “I just -”

“Missed you,” he repeats, a heavy rasp in his words. “A lot.”

“Good luck getting him to shut up now.”

Bo sounds irritated, crossing his arms and frowning, but there’s still a look of amusement on his face.

“He always this friendly when he’s been drinking?” You ask with a laugh, holding Vincent steady as he sways in place next to you.

“‘Course not,” his twin answers. “He just likes you.”

Vincent nods in agreement, but his reply is lost in a haze of slurred words. The other two share a glance, something you notice with suspicion, but suddenly the subject seems to be dropped.

“Vincent, go on downstairs,” Bo says, waving towards the doorway. “Got lots of work to get done tomorrow, and you’re gonna feel like shit when you wake up.”

You give him a look, wondering at the sudden dismissal, but neither of the two brothers meets your eyes. You have the distinct impression that Bo is shutting things down to avoid something.

Vincent is unsteady, tilting side to side as he tries to make his way down the hall. It makes you worry, the way he shuffles and swerves, one hand outstretched to catch himself against the wall. One of his brothers should help him, you think, make sure he gets to bed safely without stumbling down the stairs. But you know how well that suggestion would go over, so you trail after him instead.

“Hey, Vincent.”

You greet him quietly and his head swivels towards you, a crooked smile visible on the good side of his face. He says something, but between his naturally low voice and the alcohol, you don’t pick up any of it.

“You trying to go to bed?” You question. “‘Cause you’re going the wrong way.”

You had caught him in the back of the house, nowhere near the door to the basement. Leaning his shoulder against the wall, Vincent simply beams down at you, and you return it with an amused look of your own.

“Ok, come on,” you say, grabbing at his arm and gently tugging him towards you. “You can take my room tonight. If you fall down the stairs and break your neck, I’ll be stuck here with Bo by myself.”

You keep a hold of his arm, pulling him in the right direction and trying to steady his uneven steps. It’s a good thing you decided to intervene, you think, because you just know he would have managed to get himself turned around in the dark basement - assuming he even made it down the stairs to begin with.

Even with your grip on his arm guiding him, Vincent is easily distracted. He turns towards you, slurring words into your hair that you can’t understand, but the tone sounds happy enough so you let him mumble.

“Hey, hey,” you mutter, stopping your slow progress to gently pull him back on track. “Bed is this way, Vincent.”

It was a struggle to get him to walk in a straight line, which made the trip take longer than necessary. Finally dragging him through your doorway felt like a victory after the handful of minutes you had spent guiding his stumbling feet down the hallway. You pull him inside, tilting him towards the bed and letting him drop onto the mattress like dead weight, legs dangling off the edge.

Vincent huffs out a laugh into the crumpled sheets, hair in his face but too clumsy to swipe it away. You let him try for a bit, hands smacking at his face, before reaching over to do it yourself. His hair is lank, tangled and messy from his struggle, but you push it back with a few quick rakes of your fingers over his scalp.

“That better?” You ask, smiling down at his dazed expression, hand still petting his hair.

Vincent smiles back, eye focusing on your face, and you don’t look away. You’re sure there’s never going to be another chance to see him with such a genuine smile, so you take in the sight while you can. His lips are crooked, and so is his smile, pulled harshly to the side by his deformity, but his gaze is bright and warm, looking up at you through a haze of happiness.

“I love you.”

The confession catches you off guard for a moment. With a quiet laugh, you pat his shoulder, looking down at him with a grin.

“Bo was right, huh,” you say, watching his good eye flutter closed. “You do start getting real friendly when you’re drunk.”

He’s asleep before you make it to the door, still half off the bed, but tucked in and as comfortable as you could make him. You don’t think much of his words and if he’s anything like his brothers, then that’s probably not the wildest thing he’s said tonight.

You close the door behind you as you leave, starting back down the hall. The other two were still in the kitchen, making noise and clinking bottles, but you didn’t feel like joining them now.

[kay-diggle]

“Broken.” (Series Proposal)

Note: Hey guys! So I’m still working on requests but in the mean time, I’m writing some of my own material as well. This new series is one that I’ve been playing out in my head for about two years but I guess I’ve never really had the courage to write it until now. I have the first few chapters written but I’ve always thought they were too bland and uninteresting, but my friend once told me to post it anyways because there’s bout to be someone out there who will like it, so I’m taking her word for it. I’m going to post the first chapter now and I know a lot of us like to be silent readers and that’s fine, but I’m literally BEGGING here for some feedback. I really want to know if this is something people would actually like to read! So please please please say something, anything! Literally anything would be helpful! Thanks bbys <3

[Proposed story] Summary: Y/N shut out her feelings and thought she would never love again. But then she met him. What happens when an American girl groups joins an internationally know Korean boy band on tour? 

Genre & Rating: Fluff, Smut, Angst (the whole sha-bang), 18+

Warnings: This chapter is pretty light. Just notice the bold dialogue is when the characters are speaking in Korean, any other time please assume it’s in English :)

Length: 1.3 words

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CHAPTER 1 

A 14 hour flight from the grand state of New York to the extremely foreign country South Korea? Yeah, you weren’t feeling it at all. However, you took the trip to please your band mates, managers, and everyone else involved. Now you were in the BigHit company building feeling, and quite frankly looking out of place, awkwardly standing by the door of the waiting room you all were currently in. 

“A smile won't do you any harm y/nnnnn,” your best friend Dana said, dragging out your name and pinching your cheeks forcing your face into a smile. 

“No… but if you don’t let go of my fucking face, I’LL do YOU harm,” you replied sarcastically smiling. 

Dana traded pinching your cheeks to holding both of your hands in hers. 

“Look at me. I know you’re not all that excited or happy to be here. But think about it this way… it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, yeah? We’ll get to travel the world, meet a bunch of our fans and we are touring with the biggest boy band in the world. Great exposure.”  

“Hmmm… as if the ‘exposure’ we got on that stupid TV show wasn’t enough,” you said, voice laced with venom. It always was when you thought about your high school days. 

In high school, your group ‘Almost Angels’ starred in a reality television show based on your lives along with some friends called “Beyond the Lights.” It showcased your growing up, going from kids to teenagers to young adults in the public eye for everyone to see. It really put a strain on your lives in some aspects, so to say that you had a few hostile feelings towards the show would be an understatement. 

“I thought we said we’d stop with the BTL slander,” Dana said referring to the show. “You act like NOTHING good came from the show. We graduated two years and look at us now,” she said while glancing all around the room you were currently being held in until the real negotiations could begin. 

“Yes… I know, I know..”

Suddenly, a few BigHit workers came and directed your group and managers into an official board meeting room. Inside of the room sat what seemed to be a few BigHit executives along with seven of the most beautiful men you had ever seen in your life. The seven of them that you recognized as the members of BTS stoop up. 

“Hello, we are BTS,” they introduced themselves and bowed. 

“Hello. I’m Naomi and these are my band members: Chanel, Kali, Dana and y/n,” she said introducing them in Korean and bowing, prompting the rest of them to do so as well. 

Naomi was born from an interracial relationship, her mother being African American and her dad being born and raised in South Korea. Her parents met when her mother did a study abroad program during her senior year in college and the rest was history. Naomi’s black culture dominates her life in America but her father made sure that her Korean culture was also very present, which is why she can speak it so fluently and knows the important customs. 

“Okay, my turn,” Namjoon smiled his dimpled smile and chuckled, slightly surprised by Naomi’s introduction. “I’m Rm, this is Suga, Jin, Jungkook, J-hope,  and Jimin. It’s really nice to finally meet you all!”

Everyone went around shaking hands and/or hugging while you had felt even more out of place. Aside from not really wanting to be in your current predicament, you also had social anxiety and weren’t always very comfortable meeting new people.

After everyone got their introductions out of the way, the CEO of BigHit, Bang PD, finally made an appearance. After a brief introduction from him and a few of his colleagues or employees, it was time to get down to business. The negotiation between your two groups and your teams were very successful, in part because some of the terms were already agreed on beforehand, and the other part due to a few translators being present and constantly taking the conversation from English to Korean and vice versa. 

During the entire two hour meeting, you  were completely spaced out. You honestly didn’t care about any of the terms they were setting, you just wanted to get into a hotel room and sleep as the jet lag was hitting you hard. You were dazed off, chin in palm, and thought that no one had noticed. 

But they did. More specifically, he did. 

Jimin, who you didn’t even know yet was so transfixed by your presence that he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Something about you was just so… magnetic, and he didn’t even have the courage to get up and say something to you, as he had missed you in the initial round of introduction. So that’s why when you were sitting in the corner by yourself on your phone, he could only stare at you from a distance. 

“Go talk to her,” Taehyung said, walking up to Jimin and completely catching him off guard, making him jump. 

“What are you talking about?” Jimin turned from you. 

“I’m talking about how you keep staring at that girl like a creep. Go say hi.” 

“I can't just… ‘go say hi’ Tae.” 

“And why not?” 

“Because….“ he replied sheepishly, looking away from Tae’s eyes in embarrassment. He couldn’t even explain it, but there was just something about you. Something that excited him but also scared the hell out of him in the same breath. 

And with a roll of his eyes and Jimin’s wrist in his grasp, Tae pulled him over to where you were sitting, and you couldn’t explain the amount of fear that ran through your body when you noticed two figures hovering over you, making you shift in your seat as you were extremely uncomfortable.

You played it off though, as if you didn’t sense them standing over you. That was until you heard one of them cough to get your attention. You slowly lifted your head, your eyes automatically connecting with the man in front of you. You figured he was a member of the band and didn’t want to come off as being rude, so you smiled at him and he smiled back, giving you the brightest smile you had ever seen. It was so bright that his eyes almost completely disappeared behind his eyelids, and you swore that in that moment, you’d never seen anything cuter. 

“Hi, I’m Taehyung, remember?” 

“Yes! Hi again!” 

“Well, this is Jimin. I think you two missed each other the first time and he just wanted to say hi.” 

“Ohh,” you said standing up, preparing to greet him. “Hi, Jimin. I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you,” You smiled again, taking his hand in yours to shake. 

At this point, Jimin was just staring at you, not letting go of your hand. You felt a sense of relief when Chanel called you over to the girls, saving you from the otherwise awkward encounter. You hurriedly excused yourself from the two boys, departing with a quick smile in both of their directions. 

Once you were out of ear reach, Taehyung turned back to Jimin. “See, that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” 

But Jimin couldn’t respond. He could barely even move. He just stood there, looking completely starstruck, and now Tae was worried. 

“Jiminie?” he asked, placing a hand on the boy in question’s shoulder to try and get back at least some of his attention. 

“Holy shit,” Jimin whispered more to himself than anything.

“What man…..? What’s wrong?” 

Jimin turned to his friend and gave him the most serious look he could muster. “I think I might be in love.”

[youcancallmecirce]

Imaari’s Tale: Part Three

Crossposted to Ao3.  CW for apparent character death.

Nothing was alright.

Imaari sat in her solitary cell, staring at the worn stone wall in front of her, and tried again to figure out where things had gone so terribly wrong.

That second morning with Hardwin had started out well enough, but they’d passed a troupe of Sister Lakes Rangers only an hour after rejoining the main road into Shinwaud.  Hardwin had gone stony the moment he saw them, and Imaari’s stomach had sunk to her toes, they initially passed by with only hard searching stares. 

“Let’s go,” Hardwin had murmured when they were out of sight.  “I have a bad feeling.”

Sure enough, the Rangers doubled back almost immediately and taken both Hardwin and Imaari into custody.  She’d tried to resist, but only briefly.

“Don’t fight it,” Hardwin had said.  “It’ll be alright.”

But it wasn’t.  The Rangers had been unnecessarily rough in spite of Imaari’s and Hardwin’s cooperation, and few people they’d encountered since had treated them any better.

The young man appointed as their defense in Sister Lakes was one of those few.  “Unfortunately for you,” he’d told them, “one of the Rangers who brought you in lost his entire family in an Elven raid during the war.  He was only too glad to make sure that his brother would be adjudicating your case.  It...doesn’t look good for you.”

“Imaari was not involved in the killing,” Hardwin said, frowning.

“She’s an Elf,” their Defender had said sadly.  “The judge will find you guilty on that basis alone.”  Imaari’s heart had sunk, and it must have shown on her face.  “I know,” he’d said consolingly.  “But I’d rather paint an accurately bleak picture than give you false hope.”

As it turned out, though, he’d actually underestimated just how badly it would go.  Not only was the judge predisposed to hate them, not only had the Ranger been there to testify to her initial resistance, but they’d actually brought Lothien in to testify against them.  Imaari had felt a brief, misguided flare of hope when she’d seen him, but it had died a quick death.

“They were vicious,” Lothien had said, staring at her in open abhorrence.  “Taunting the poor man to draw him out away from the other townsfolk, then beating him brutally in front of everyone.”

And as if that testimony hadn’t been damning enough, the prosecutor then went on to paint a lurid portrait of Elven insurgency and terrorism.  Hardwin, the poor old man, had been duped by the half-Elf whore into joining her terrible cause.  Truly, there was no other option but to send them both to their deaths--or at least, to life in the main prison complex in Arch.

The judge, predictably, ate it up.  He actually smiled as he gave the guilty verdict, then offered the ‘merciful’ sentence of life in the Arch prison.

That was the last time Imaari had seen Hardwin.  They’d been removed from the courtroom through different doors immediately after sentencing.  Imaari had been sent on to Arch that very afternoon; if they’d done the same for Hardwin, she hadn’t seen him at any point on their journey.   

Imaari had been utterly alone then, and she’d been utterly alone since being thrust into this cell days ago.  Or had it been weeks?  Imaari hadn’t bothered to count.  She was struggling not to give in to despair.

Her life now consisted of these four walls, a bare cot, and a scanty meal delivered at dusk each day.  No contact with other people, no opportunity to feel the sun on her face or the wind on her skin or the pulsing life of the earth beneath her feet.  She couldn’t even think about living the rest of her life in this fashion.  If she did, the walls pressed in on her even more tightly and black spots crowded her vision.

If only she had listened to Andeana!  She might have chafed at the realities of her life back in Tessington, but at least she’d had a life to live.  Andeana had tried to warn her that things could be worse, but she’d been so sure of herself.  So certain that she was moving on to better things.  Well, “better things” had lasted only a matter of days before it had all gone awry.  

Days of freedom, for a lifetime of incarceration.  Yes, her life had gotten so much better.

The clanking sound of a key turning in the outer lock was followed by the thud of footsteps down the corridor.  Imaari moved to the door curiously, and heard other prisoners in neighboring cells doing the same.  It was still morning, so far as she could tell; no one ever came down this corridor except in the evenings, when their daily meals were delivered and chamber pots were emptied.  This was the first time that there had been any deviation since the day she’d arrived.  Did that mean they were bringing in another prisoner?

To her surprise, the footsteps halted right outside her own door.  What--?

“Against the wall, stone eater!”  

Imaari complied, eyes wide, as a key grated in the lock and the heavy cell door swung in on creaking hinges. Hope and fear warred in her chest, leaving her weak kneed. What was happening?

Heavy footfalls crossed the small cell, and then a large hand shoved her roughly into the stone.  “Against the wall, I said!”  

Imaari swallowed her whimper, but could not stop the tears that sprang to her eyes.  Why had she even bothered with the hope? Whatever was happening, it was unlikely to be anything good.  

As if to confirm her thoughts, the guard at her back grabbed each of her wrists in turn and bound them behind her, uncaring that he’d wrenched her shoulders painfully in the process.  Then he jerked her back, away from the wall, turned her to face the still-open door, and shoved her forward.  

“Prisoner 849?” asked another guard, his tone bored and his attention on the scroll in his hands.

“This is her,” replied the one at her back.

“Proceed,” said the Scroll Guard, nodding.  “Then come back up for the next one.”

Rough Hands grabbed her arm in a bruising grip and led her down the corridor, through the outer door, and through a warren of dark hallways that all looked the same to her unfamiliar eyes.  He jerked her to a stop outside a large holding cell, one unlike anything else they’d passed.  It was huge, with three walls made of the same stone as her own cell and the fourth made entirely of heavy iron bars. Several people milled around on the other side of that wall, each looking as confused as she felt.  

 Another Scroll Guard stood near the bars, next to what she suddenly recognized as the door. “Prisoner ID?” he asked in the same uninterested tone the last one had used.

“Number 849,” Rough Hands said..  

The second Scroll Guard scanned his page, then nodded. “Very well. Put her in.”

Rough Hands jerked the ropes from her already abraded wrists as yet another guard unlocked the door.  No sooner had one of them shoved her through that door, than the door was slamming shut behind her.

Imaari took in her new surroundings in a daze.  Fear had her almost lightheaded, but she knew that she needed to at least try to keep her wits about her.  This new cell was dim and stale, as her old one had been, rather than dark and dank as she’d always imagined dungeons to be.  A slight air current raised the fine hair on her arms; she rubbed at them, and looked around to see that others had felt the breeze as well.  Some rubbed at their arms, like she did, while others held their hands out experimentally to search for its source. 

“Prisoner ID?” the Scroll Guard said again, and Imaari turned back to see that another prisoner was being checked against the list, then shoved into the communal cell.

“How dare you?” demanded the new addition, rubbing his wrists delicately.  “When my guild hears of this, you will all be seeking new positions!”

Imaari’s brows rose.  This man, whoever he was, still wore his own well-tailored clothing.  How had someone like him ended up in this cell?

“Imaari?”

“Hardwin!”  Imaari spun towards his familiar voice with a cry, and wrapped him in a hug that he clearly hadn’t expected, and just as clearly didn’t appreciate. She released him quickly and stepped back, too happy to see him to feel properly embarrassed. “You’re here!”

“Hm.”  Then he frowned at her scraped cheek.  “You good?”

Imaari touched the spot and grimaced.  “Good enough.”  He grunted, and she shrugged.  “Any idea what’s happening?”

“No,” he said.  “I’ve never heard of anything like this, but they had some reason to put all these people in here together. Whatever it is, it’ll be soon.”  He glanced down at her, then went on in an attempt to reassure her.  “I’m sure It’s going to be okay.”

Given that things hadn’t exactly worked out the last time he’d said that, it wasn’t as comforting as he’d likely intended it to be.  Imaari was kind of glad for it, though.  Hope kept trying to claw its way to the surface; she’d needed the reminder that hope was a dangerous thing.

More people had been thrust into the cell, all of them looking about in confusion or murmuring quietly with another person, and it was beginning to seem crowded.  The well-dressed man was still shouting, alternating between demands for someone’s supervisor and dire warnings about the consequences of treating him so poorly.  Another man stood off by himself, leaning against the bars at the front of the cell and glaring with particular malice at the Scroll Guard. 

“What’re ya in for?” someone asked, his voice overloud, and a momentary hush fell across the cell.

“I wonder if they’re finally gonna get me for fucking the magistrate’s wife,” answered another voice at the back of the room.  A low ripple of laughter met his flip response, but Hardwin frowned.

“Shut up!” yelled the Scroll Guard, not even looking up from his scroll.

“No fucking way,” Hardwin murmured, and she turned to follow his gaze.  It was locked on a man near the back wall.  He glanced down at Imaari, making sure she had seen, then began to slip through the crowd towards the other man.

“Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?” Hardwin asked when they were close enough.

The man turned, blank-faced, and she was shocked to see the pointed ears of an Elf on a man obviously built like a Human.  She felt her mouth fall open; she knew that there were others like her, other half-Elves, but she’d never met one and had never expected to.  

“Oh yeah,” the man said, nodding in recognition.  “Yeah, ah, Hardwin, right?”

“Yeah.  You’re, uh...” Hardwin trailed off, frowning.  “Um.”

“Daetrik.”

“Daetrik,” Hardwin repeated, nodding as if the name had been on the tip of his tongue when clearly it had not. 

“Hey man.”  Daetrik rocked back on his heels.  “It’s uh, it’s been a long time. What, uh--”

“Oh, fuck, fifteen--”  Hardwin broke off awkwardly, looking as if he regretted the impulse that had led him over here.  Imaari had to stifle an almost hysterical giggle.   “Was it the Low River Valley?  Around there somewhere?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Unlike Hardwin, Daetrik seemed to be amused by the awkward exchange.  “Somewhere around Shinfael Gift, wasn’t it?”

“Shut the fuck up, people!” Scroll Guard shouted again, and the low hum of conversation became apparent only in its absence.

“Hey Ansel,” someone said into the quiet, his voice nasal and strangely accented.  Imaari recognized him as the one she’d noted by the bars earlier, glaring at the guards.  “I don’t suppose you can spare one of those toothpicks you're always carrying around, eh?”  

“Shut up, Skeet,” answered another of the guards, scowling.

“What, not even a cigarette for an old friend?” Skeet said, sounding ironic.

“I said, shut up, Skeet!” The guard, presumably Ansel, reached through the bars to grab the man’s shirt and yank him forward, slamming his head into the bars as he repeated himself. 

Skeet shook his head dazedly, grinning in spite of the blood trickling from his split lip.

“I demand to be released at once!”  Ansel glared at the well dressed man, a threat clear in his expression, and the man took a cautious step back from the bars.  “This is not how it is done,” the man muttered.

A few of the other people agreed, but the atmosphere had turned oppressive.  There were so many people crowded into the cell now that it seemed to have shrunk and Imaari could no longer feel the breeze she’d felt earlier.  The approaching sound of heavy footsteps became audible; All at once, she was terrified once again. 

“Someone’s coming,” Skeet said, waggling his brows.

Daetrik snorted.

“Shut the fuck up, Skeet!” Ansel shouted just as the newcomer entered the room, carrying a torch.  

The man, who was obviously superior to the other guards, raised a brow at the suddenly red-faced Ansel.

Skeet snickered, drawing the Superior’s attention, and made a rude gesture.  

The Superior ignored him, and passed the torch off to another guard.  When it was set in its sconce, he nodded to himself in satisfaction.  “All prisoners, against the wall!” he said loudly, in a tone that demanded obedience.

There were too many people for all of them to find a place against the wall, but they all tried to.  Imaari found herself pressed against it with Daetrik and Hardwin to either side of her, and the well-dressed man standing shoulder to shoulder with Skeet in front of her.  It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but she was glad to be screened from view.

She could pretend, at least for a moment, that she might get lost in the crowd and just...disappear.

Too soon after that--Imaari assumed it was when everyone had moved back far enough to satisfy him, but couldn’t see anything past the men in front of her--she heard the grating of the key in the lock and the sound of many booted feet on stone.  “You,” the man began.  “You, you, you,” he continued, and the woman beside Skeet stepped away from the group.  With her gone, Imaari could see that the man was pointing, choosing people to break off into another, smaller group.  Each of these people had their arms pulled behind them, their hands shackled with something that looked like metallic rope.

“Son of a bitch,” muttered the well-dressed man, his dismay clear. “Those are mine!”

What?  That made no sense. Imaari glanced up at Hardwin, but he looked confused as well.  She went back to watching the selected prisoners.  When there were ten of them, each one shackled and accompanied by his or her own guard, the Superior nodded.   “Go.”

“Go where?” asked Well Dressed, ignoring the people who filed out of the cell and focusing on the man in charge.  “Where are they going?”

The Superior ignored him, and began selecting more people to come forward.  As with the last group, all of them were cuffed, and when there were ten, led from the room in a single file line.

Then, they were among the last ten people in the room and Imaari knew what to expect.  

“It doesn’t look like they’re going to kill us,” Daetrik murmured sotto voce.  “We might as well go along with it.”

Imaari did see that any of them had any choice in the matter, but Hardwin nodded his agreement.  “It doesn’t look like a firing squad.  I’m good with that.”

“Shut up, stone eater!  Get over here, you’re next.”

Daetrik’s jaw tightened at the slur, but he complied easily enough.

They took Well Dressed next.  She thought she saw him palm something that glinted like metal, just as the guard secured his cuffs.  Perhaps it had just been the glint of torchlight on the metal of the cuffs, but she didn’t think so. He looked too satisfied with himself.

Then it was her turn.  This guard, though far more gentle than the last one had been, made sure to tighten the cuffs enough that even she couldn’t slip her slim hands free.  Her heart sank.

“You sure I can’t have one of those toothpicks?” Skeet asked behind her, his accent making all of the words seem drawn out.  He was the last one to be cuffed; had they been avoiding him?

“Get him out of here,” the Superior said with a grimace of distaste, in an apparent confirmation of her assumption..

Imaari wondered why as the guards led them through another series of dark corridors, because it was better than contemplating her current situation.  It was the sun that brought her back to herself.  The blindingly bright sunlight stung her eyes after the dark of the building, but she welcomed it, taking in the endless blue of the sky over a large field of terraced green.  

Outside.  She was finally outside.  

Imaari drew in a deep breath, savoring the feel of fresh air in her lungs.  It brought goosebumps to her skin, cool and crisp and refreshing after the close stench of the cell.  She could smell the grass, hear the cries of sea birds in the air, and almost taste the salt of the sea.  She felt invigorated.  

Her euphoria lasted only for as long as it took her to notice the row of newly-built gallows ranged across the opposite side of the park.  She counted ten of them, and knew it was no mistake that the prisoners had been brought out in groups of ten. At least I will die in the sun, she thought.

Her group was herded to stand in a tight knot behind the first two with all of the various guards ranged around them. The gallows, their bright wood a stark contrast to their somber purpose, loomed tall, casting a pall over everyone.  

“Hey,” Hardwin said, making her jump.  “They wouldn’t have bothered with the good cuffs if they were going to just kill us.”

Daetrik scoffed.  “They can take ‘the good cuffs’ off of us pretty easily when we’re dead.”

“Shut up,” yelled one of the guards.

Imaari swallowed thickly, her eyes darting around in a panicked search for some avenue of escape, and saw Well Dressed sidle forward.  The movement arrested her gaze.  He moved again, obviously trying to be discreet but just as obviously working at the mechanism of his cuffs with a narrow shim.  Imaari glanced back at the guards.  If she had noticed him, it was only a matter of time before one of them did.

To her surprise and relief, they all seemed so confident in their numbers that none of them were paying much attention to the people they’d been set to guard.    Still, she didn’t want him to be caught and shifted to help obscure their view of him.

Two more men strode out onto the field, drawing her attention away from Well Dressed.  They wore uniforms, but were markedly different from the ones worn by the guardsmen.

“You recognize either of them?” Daetrik whispered.

Hardwin grunted a negative.  “You?”

“No. I don’t even recognize the insignias.” 

“Hm.”

The two men spoke briefly with the Superior, who nodded.  Then one of them stepped forward, unrolling an official-looking scroll, but was interrupted before he could do more than open his mouth.

“Hold!” called an officious looking old man, striding hurriedly onto the field.   “Hold a moment! You cannot conduct official business without the oversight of a Royal Magister.  It is a good thing that I am here, else you could not have proceeded.  Here, give me the Royal Writ.”  The two men in the odd uniforms shared an irritated look, but neither argued when the Magistrate took the scroll.  He began to read, paling as he scanned the lines, and Imaari’s stomach dropped yet again.   “This--this is unconscionable!” he stammered, appalled.  “There’s no way this has gone through the proper channels, no way it was approved.”  He looked up, scowling, and rerolled the parchment.  “You will not proceed until I return,” he said with every expectation of being obeyed, then turned and went back the way he came.

The officials shared another look, then sent two of the guards after the Magister.

“Fuck,” Skeet said.  “That’s not good.”

Well Dressed stopped in his fiddling to gape at the guards, who’d begun hauling the first group of prisoners up onto the platform.  Wails split the clean morning air as the condemned people realized the certainty of their fates and sobbed out their pleas for mercy.  

“Please, no!” shrieked a woman right in front of where Imaari stood.  Tears streaked her dirty face, and her complexion had gone ashen. “I’ve not even had a trial! Please, you can’t do this--”   The guard trying to drop the noose over her head cuffed her, and the desperate flow of words cut off.  After that she just stood there, quietly weeping.   Similar scenes played out all along the platform and the horror of it all tore at Imaari’s mind, eclipsing her own terror.  

This was wrong. Imaari knew, somehow, that few of these people were actually guilty of any crimes.  None of them deserved this.  Why was it happening? Who was responsible? And how under Rillifane’s blue sky had she wound up in the middle of it?  

Imaari closed her eyes, willing herself to forget what she’d seen in those faces just before the dark hoods had been dropped over their head.  She couldn’t forget, though, and couldn’t shut out the sounds. The squealing hinges, creaking ropes, and cracking of bone hammered her mind.  Imaari felt each death, could almost see as each life was snuffed out before its time. For a long, frozen moment, Imaari was held immobile.

“This is unspeakable,” shouted the man beside her as he began to work more frantically at his cuffs.  Well Dressed, Imaari thought, remembering.  The spell holding her broke, and she turned her back to his.  She’d seen what he was doing, and realized that he already had one side of the cuff almost loose enough to pull his hand through. With a bit of help, he would be free.

“I am a valued member of the Artisans’ Guild in Arch City!” the man went on, keeping everyone’s attention on his face.  “You have no idea the kind of trouble you will pull down on your heads if this situation is not rectified immediately!  My Guildmaster will have your hides if not your heads!”

Skeet resumed his heckling then, distracting the guards further.  Imaari wasn’t sure if he did it to help or just because he enjoyed jeering at the guards, but she was grateful for it.  The loosened side of the cuff slipped again, and Well Dressed wrenched his hand free.

“Hurry,” Hardwin said, straining at his own bonds.  “They’ve almost finished clearing the bodies.”

Well Dressed didn’t stop his litany, but continued to rail at the guards as he worked at Imaari’s cuffs.  It went much faster, with his hands unencumbered and hers so much smaller, but neither dared bring their hands to the front and risk being caught.

“Hey, smaht guy,” Skeet said, nudging Imaari aside as the next group of prisoners was led up to the gallows.  “Back to back.”

Unfortunately, what little luck they’d had ran out.  It seemed only moments later when the guards came back for them, the gallows already clear and waiting for its next set of victims.  Skeet was still securely bound, and they were too exposed.  

“You!  Get back!” yelled a guard, pointing at Imaari, then Skeet.  “You, get over there!”

Well Dressed panicked, and turned to work at Skeet’s shackle facing forward, so that he could see what he was doing..

Someone yelled, “He’s loose!” and the guards surged forward as a single unit, arms outstretched.  Time seemed to slow again, as it had when the first of the prisoners were hung.

Imaari could see that Daetrik was trying to cast a spell of some sort, but for one reason or another, conjured nothing.  Hardwin strained at the iron ropes again, groaning with exertion, but was forced to relent with a gasp of pain. Three guards had successfully subdued Well Dressed. Skeet spat in the face of another, while a fifth reached out to take her own arm.

No, Imaaari thought, her entire being rebelling.  “No!” she screamed, darting away from the man just as his fingers grazed her skin.  

“Aw, shit,” he said.  “She’s loose too!” 

She could hear the thudding of his footsteps behind her, could hear it when more joined the chase.  She had no idea where she was going, no idea how to get out of this walled yard, but she ran on knowing that to stop was to die.

It wasn’t enough.  The man at her back leapt, grasping at her, and managed to overbalance her.  She went down hard, panting.  “No,” she gasped out as several hands grabbed her roughly, hauling her to her feet.  

“No,” she moaned as they set the noose around her neck.

“No, no, no,” she thought as the hood came down over her head, its strange, cold touch making her shiver.

Nonononono!

Imaari felt a sharp, indescribable pain, and then--nothing.  

[awake-not-today]

SUBMITTED BY SPARKLE HEART ANON FOR KOOKIE ANON 💖

Kinks/warnings; size difference, cum eating, cock worship, breeding, noona, blow jobs, bondage, thigh riding, switch!kook, switch!reader, unrealistic sex in the form of cervix penetration, unprotected sex, probably inhuman amounts of cum???, swearing, male and female oral, muscle worship, creampie, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, fingering, edging, pussy slapping, pining, corruption kink in you squint, praising, mind break, lots of dirty talk, fluffy ending, stomach bulge, cock ring, degradation, overstimulation

tortoise and the hare

If you told the you from a year ago that to mark your first year in Korea you’d currently be under the boy you had, until your first orgasm of the night anyway, previously only seen as a little brother she’d probably call you crazy. And yet here you were desperately clinging to the ridiculously toned biceps of one mister Jeon Jungkook, aka the best friend and roommate of your former friends with benefits Namjoon, and begging him to fuck you harder as he grinned down at you.

Fucked silly.

That’s how you were going to describe tonight to your friends over lunch the next day. This impossibly cocky boy was fucking you silly and to be completely honest with your Catholic guilt you’d have it no other way. Soft kisses were placed along your jaw and neck before being turned into hickies you knew you’d be carrying for a week. All you could do was moan and wrap your legs as tight as possible around his stupidly tiny waist while he pounded into your tight heat and your brain turned to mush at the onslaught of pleasure.

A little over a year ago you’d been pen paling your new friend Nari when she’d invited you to her wedding. You had come two weeks before the ceremony to help with any last minute things and to explore a new country. It was during your two weeks that Nari managed to convince you to instead stay for a few more years. Agreeing you went about filing more paperwork than you ever have in your life before getting your five year visa. You were lucky that your job had a branch in Seoul and allowed the transfer. You adore your job in historical conservation and were proud of how far you’ve gotten in your career at only twenty-four.

It was how you met your second friend Namjoon. A student teacher from the art department at a nearby school he was wandering the galleries when you both turned the corner at the same time quite literally falling for each other. The first thing you noticed were his dimples and how smooth his voice was as he apologized over and over. You assured him that it was fine and no harm done. The second things you noticed were how tall he was compared to your 5’2” frame and just how good his english was.

After buying you a coffee to again apologize it didn’t take long before the two of you became friends and eventually leading to friends with benefits. You’d be lying if you said that man didn’t know how to behave in bed. This is also when you first met Joon’s roommate and friend Jungkook. Slightly younger than you by three years he was a student athlete on the basketball team at the same school Joon taught at and was studying physical therapy. Joon had signed up to mentor freshmen and been partnered with Kook. They’d be inseparable ever since. Student teacher and student relations be damned.

Your first meeting was less than ideal. You’d just left Joon’s room after waking up from sleeping over after sex when you came face to face with his roommate. His very shirtless and sweaty and drop dead delectable roommate. You had stared at his chest for far longer than appropriate before his embarrassed cough brought you back to your senses. Hastily apologizing you introduce yourself before making a quick exit cheeks burning. You avoid their place for the next week claiming busy schedule.

The second time you meet you’re out on Friday for girls night and drunk off your ass when you bump into Joon, Kook, and their friends. It wasn’t long before your entire groups were mingling while you ended up in Kooks lap. Giving him a kiss on the cheek when leaving. The next morning he sympathetically handed you Advil after Advil while you threw up. After that the embarrassment of the first meeting was gone and replaced by your drunken kiss the pair of you settled into an easy friendship.

Kook remembers your first meetings very differently. The first time he saw you he was convinced you were an angel. Messy hair and wrinkled dress be damned you looked amazing. As soon as your eyes met bells went off in his head and he knew for sure that you were the one. He was pretty smug about how you couldn’t take your eyes off his body, but unfortunately you had left embarrassed and he didn’t get to introduce himself properly until a few weeks later. He dropped coffee off at your work one day and properly said hello easing the embarrassment of the first two meetings.

You came around their apartment a lot after that since it was closer to your work than your place and he got used to having nearly zero boundaries between you two. You had no qualms about sitting on his lap, using his height to reach things, playing with his hair while cuddle up, and even dropping kisses on his head sometimes. He figured out pretty quickly you thought he was too young for you and he accepted that. Hated it but accepted it. You two fell into an easy friendship and he wouldn’t have traded it for the world. He’d just have to wait patiently for you to see him in a different light.

That moment wouldn’t come until your first year in Korea had passed. You all went out to celebrate at Nari’s insistence and while Joon left early on to follow some brunette Kook stuck by your side the entire night. He’d had a few hookups and brief girlfriends over the year to scratch the itch but he wanted you and he was determined to finally have you. He held you up around the waist as he helped you into your own apartment where you tiredly kicked off your high heels. You weren’t drunk, but you were dead tired. Turning your back to him you asked sweetly if he’d get your zipper for you.

Shivering at the strong hands covering your back you felt him slowly unto your little black dress and turned to give him a huge grin in thanks before walking down the hall to your room. You reappeared a moment later with clothes for him to change into. Eventually you came out and flopped onto the couch next to him curling into his side in your sleep shorts and tank top.

“Have fun tonight?” he asked thanking the gods that you weren’t wearing a bra and trying not to be obvious about it.

Sleepily you nodded. “Yeah. Thanks for coming out tonight.”

He gave a low chuckle and flipped through netflix. “Anytime.”

It was quiet for a few moments before he spoke with forced casualness. Tonight he was going to use your perceived innocence of him against you. “Hey noona?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I practice eating you out?”

You sat up abruptly to look at him not thinking you heard him correctly. “Excuse you?!”

He shrugged, not even having the decency to look ashamed. “There’s this girl I like and I want to make sure I make a good first impression.”

Not technically a lie. He did like a girl, you, and he did want to make a good impression, just on you. He looked at you and stuck out his lower lip slightly. You spoiled him and let him get away with so many things he was fairly certain you’d say yes.

Ah there it was. That moment you hesitated.

“Please noona?” he whined. He dramatically flopped into your lap looking up at you with practiced innocence ad puppy eyes. “Don’t you want me to be happy?”

You snorted at that and rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you’ll survive.”

He sighed and looked at you. “Noona.” he looked disappointed. “If this doesn’t end well, I'll never be able to show my face on campus, be forced to drop out due to bad grades, then spend the rest of my life bouncing between you and joon-hyung.”

Playing with his hair you again rolled your eyes. “Maybe you should have been a drama major.” you teased.

He huffed at you while you thought. It had been a while since your last hook up and if you were being truthful you had in fact thought about kook more than once late at night. But he just seemed so young and uninterest in you those feelings never went anywhere. Besides one lesson wouldn’t hurt, would it? Gently pushing him off you agreed. Letting out a small scream at suddenly being hoisted in the air over his shoulder you missed Kook smirking the entire way down the hall to your bedroom like he’d won the universe.

He gently tossed you onto the middle of the bed before stripping himself of his shirt and while you were distracted he managed to get your shirt off. Moving down to your shorts he quickly rid you of them delighted that you hadn’t worn panties. “Noona.” he teased. “Expecting something?”

Blushing you slapped his shoulder and was about to snark at him after finally tearing your eyes from his very well defined ab muscles when his mouth was on yours and all thought went out the window. Briefly you wondered just how inexpieranced was he actually was because fuck did he know how to kiss. Lost in the feeling of his soft lips moving against yours you could only look at him with a dazed expression as he pulled back to stare at your body. Fuck he had dreamed of this moment for months and now here you were all ready and willing for him. He could feel his cock start to harden in his sweats while he pushed you gently down and placed small kisses down your chest until latching onto your right nipple.

Groaning you threaded your hands in his hair eyes slipping closed as he bit and played with the moon shaped piercing. Once it was all pebbled and sensitive he switched to your left and played with the star piercing. Glancing up he moaned at the sight of your blissed out face.

“I t-thought you only gon-na eat m-me out.” you gasped.

He shrugged and shot you a sweet smile. “Just want to make sure i do this properly.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and were about to say something until he bit down on the nipple in his mouth and you let out a loud moan arching your back. Fuck that was hot, he thought eyes transfixed on your face. Releasing your nipple he continued on his way down your stomach leaving small bites before reaching his prize. Gently he used his fingers to spread you apart smirking when he saw how excited you were. Practically dripping like a flood.

“Look at me.” he commanded you voice slipping an octave.

Startled at the change you did and with no warning he licked a stripe from the bottom to your clit. Hands immediately went to his hair encouraging him to keep doing that as your moaned above him.

“Please.” you whispered already sounding fucked out.

He loved that.

Continuing his task he dived back in and began eating you out like a man starved. Never in your wildest dreams had he thought his plan would work out so well and now that he had you naked and writhing under him wanting more he wasn’t about to let you down.

After all he did have only one chance to make a good first impression on you.

Whimpering above him your mind was going a mile a minute. You thought that you’d have to coach him through this, but now he was making you evaluate everything you thought you once knew. Did he even need the practice? A well timed harsh suck to your clit assured you that no he didn’t. So what was his angle? Lost in pleasure you idly wondered if maybe he did have feelings for you, but you shut that thinking down before it could bloom. If any point Kook was interested in you then surely you would have noticed. The boy wore his heart on his sleeve after all. Groaning you could feel your orgasm fast approaching.

“Kook.” you begged. “Please i’m so close.”

He glanced at you face shiny with your juices looking unfairly innocent through all of this you thought. He lightly traced a finger at your entrance glancing at you. You nodded quickly your permission but he only smirked at you and pulled away making you whine.

“No noona you’ll have to use your words.” he lightly pressed against your entrance then went back to thumbing your clit.

That cocky bastard.

Shifting your hips in search of more friction you gave in. “Please Kook i need your fingers in me.”

Looking at your fucked out state and how hard your chest was heaving as you breathed he couldn’t help but feel a little proud. “Okay noona. Since you asked so nicely.”

His mouth latched back onto your clit and ever so slowly he stretched you open. First one finger, then two, then three leaving you moaning even louder your hands in his hair begging him to not stop. “Kookie please i’m so close.” you babbled. “Dear god faster.” hips bucking up as you moaned.

He drove into you harder until he felt you tense as your first orgasm of the night rashed over you. You arched your back pressing your mound further into his face desperately trying to ride it. He continued to finger you through the aftershocks as you breathed heavily looking down at him tiredly. “I-I think you’re g-gonna be fine kookie.” you praised, panting.

Crawling up your body again he smiled and claimed your mouth once again for a few minutes letting you come down from your high as you tasted yourself on his lips. He loved the feeling of your chests together feeling right at home hovering above you and settled nicely between your legs. Eventually he moved back down again and started back up his ministrations. You whined and tried to move away but with no warning he brought his hand down on your pussy right on your clit.

You yelped and looked at him wide eyed instinctively trying to close your legs, but he landed another hit and another until you left your legs open and your head was swimming in the pleasure-pain mix. Distinctly you could hear him chuckle and hover over you again his mouth leaving hickies all over your neck and collar bones.

“Did you really think the night was over so quickly noona?” he questioned sweetly. “I’ve wanted to have you like this for so long.” He confessed against your neck. His eyes met your shocked ones. You opened your mouth several times to speak but he beat you to it.

“I’m not a kid.” he said lowly making you shiver right down to your core. “I am a grown man noona and I’d like to show you just how grown.”

He kissed his way back down to your pussy without another word and kept your hands placed firmly at your sides while he returned to eating you out. All you could do was pant his name while your head swam with pleasure and confusion shifting your hips up into his mouth.

“So needy noona.” he teased. “I’ve imagined what this would be like for so long but it’d far exceeded my expectations.”

Your head was going a mile a minute but you managed to sit up and bring his mouth back to yours. You could be deceptively strong too. “I’ve been thinking about you like this too.” You confessed. “I just always thought that I’d be too old for you.”

“Noona.” he laughed breaking away. “You’re barely three years older than me. You’re not a grandma you know.”

You shrugged feeling a little silly and just a little aroused at being called noona during sex before moving down his jaw and sucking hickies along his neck. “God you’re gonna look so good for noona all marked up.” You said lowly and were rewarded with a low whine from him before he was pushing you back onto your back and diving back down. He kept your hands and hips pressed firmly down so you were unable to move away from his teasing tongue.

It wasn’t long before you were fast approaching your second orgasm. Just as you were about to reach your peak he pulled back grinning at you deviously. “You’ve been teasing me for far too long noona. Naughty girls deserved to be punished don’t you think?”

He waited until you calmed down before starting back up again and yet again pulling away right before you came. He did this for nearly thirty more minutes leisurely edging your poor clit until you were a soaking mess begging him to finally fuck you. He looked up loving the way you were on the verge of tears his name the only word on your swollen lips.

“Kookers please.” you begged. “I need you to fuck me and I need you to fuck me now.”

How could he possibly resist?

Rising to his knees he slid off the bed and stripped himself of his grey sweat letting his erection free. It slapped against his stomach and for a solid minute you couldn’t breathe. Standing a proud seven and a half inches with nearly three inch girth and a nice curve you were fairly certain he’d break you. Smug at your reaction he crawled back onto the bed, letting his cock rest against your stomach as he brought his crotch flush against yours groaning at the feeling.

“You won’t fit.” you blurted out eyes wide.

He leaned down to kiss you gently. “Trust me beloved it will. Condom?”

You barely heard the question way to focused on the monster that was about to be in you. “You’re clean right?” you asked. He nodded. “So am I and I’m on the pill.” He looked at you blankly head cocked to the side.

“I want you to fuck me raw kookie. I want to feel you bare.” you were blushing furiously at the words having never said them before.

Above you kook groaned. “Beloved you’re going to kill me.”

Grabbing the lube from where you directed him to it he dumped a libral amount onto his fingers before sliding all three of them into you at once. You groaned at the burn but it felt so good. He added another finger and continued to finger you until you were shaking and looking for more. He withdrew and grabbed his cock hissing at the pressure. God he wasn’t sure how long he’d last once he was finally in you. And raw at that. This was more than he could have ever hoped for.

Grabbing your hips he slid in half way sighing at how you immediately clenched around him moaning. He waited a minute to let you get used to the feeling before he resumed sliding into you inch by inch until his cock bumped against a barrier that prevented him from pushing the last inch and a half into your core. Below him you panted and shifted your hips causing the head of his cock to rub against the barrier again.

“Cervix.” you gasped out barely able to form a full sentence finally understanding. “I-I think you’re hitting my cervix.”

Secretly he thought it was kinda hot that he filled you so completely that he could reach your womb. Briefly he had a fantasy of you not on the pill and how easy it would be to flood your fertile womb with his seed but he bit back those thoughts before he came too early. Unknownst to him you also thought it was kinda hot at how deep he was, but you weren’t thinking of getting pregnant right now. Gently he eased out until the head remained and made eye contact before he thrusting into you quickly setting a rapid pace.

The air left your lungs as you let out your loudest moan yet. You knew your neighbor would be complaining in the moaning but the only sensation you could think of was how fucking good it felt to have him pounding into you reaching sensative spots you didn’t even know you had. It was all you could do to wrap your legs around his waist and hang on for dear life begging him to go even harder.

“Geeze noona who knew you’d be so insatiable?”

Glaring at him you bit back, “if you don’t pick up the pace and fuck me so hard that i forget my name I’m kicking your ass out.”

It was an empty threat and you both knew it. There was no way in hell you were going to give this up after you finally got it. Annoyingly he only laughed and slid his hands under your ass to help lift your hips up until your legs were spread obscenely wide as your lower half was supported by his thighs and he was hovering over you sucking more hickies along your neck.

“As you wish princess.”

Not holding back kook let himself really pound into you and it wasn’t long until all you could do was moan eyes unfocused looking up at the ceiling drowning in the sensation of kook having his way with your pliant body. To be honest he could ask you to rob a bank and you’d probably say yes.

After all that teasing and edging your orgasm was fast approaching. “Gon-gonna come.” you moaned out.

That only encouraged him to try even harder rubbing up against your cervix as his cock had no other place to go. “Go ahead baby.” he panted into your neck. “Come on my cock like a good little whore.”

You whined making him grin.

“Yeah? Like being called a whore?” he asked rhetorically. “Does baby girl like it when I remind her of how desperate she was to have my cock inside her? Begging me repeatedly to cum in her pretty pussy. Such a sloppy girl.”

You were going to explode at his words you were sure. Damn near screaming out your orgasm you tightened around him lost in the white hot pleasure. That was without a doubt the best release you’d ever had before. You felt kook slowing down to give you time to rest but you shook your head.

“No. Want you to keep pounding me until you come in me. I want you to force me to come on your cock over and over until you��re satisfied.” you panted out avoiding his eyes suddenly shy. God what had gotten into you. You were never like this for the first time.

Kook stared down at you in amazement before kissing you deeply and sending up a quick prayer to any deity that was listening thanking you for coming to korea. He wasted no time resuming fucking you and this time it took only a few more times before he was burrying himself as deep as he could go and releasing into you. You both groaned at the sensation and laid there tangled up until he started to move once more still hard.

“Fuck I can feel your pussy quivering around me.” he groaned out. “It’s like it can’t get enough of my cum. Trying to swallow up as much of me into you as possible, yeah? Just wanna be filled with my cum all day?”

He filled that thought away for the future while you tried to say yes but all you could do was tighten up around his cock in response.

Shivering you could feel the cum slide out of you and down your ass. It felt almost nice in a weird slimy way. As he started up again your mind went blank unable to focus on anything but the pleasure he was giving you. Mouth open panting you were distantly aware of kook talking in your ear. You clenched again at being called a good girl and he smirked.

“Yeah baby girl? Like when i call you good? You’ve been so good for me that you deserve a reward.” his hand slipped between your bodies until he was rubbing your clit and abusing it until you came once more, but this time he didn’t let up until you came again after the last one in quick succession. Your mind was so drunk on pleasure and your body so pliant and willing to be fucked you almost missed it. It wasn’t until kook stopped suddenly and you whined at the loss of movement that he helped you sit up slightly and that’s when you saw it.

He had completely bottomed out in you.

That last one and a half inches that wouldn’t enter you had finally done it. You both lay there panting staring at this new development not really comprehending what had happened until kook tried to slide out but he got caught on something inside you and you knew what it was.

“You fucked open my cervix.” you gasped out stunned.

He looked a little worried. “Should we call the emergency room or?”

“I dunno this had never happened before.”

Kook would be lying if he said that statement didn’t fill him with a tiny amount of pride at being so big. You both laid there silently for a few minutes.

“Nothing hurts so I think you’re fine.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” you wiggled your hips and moaned eyes fluttering shut. “Yeah no we’re definitely good. Please kookie bury your cock in me.” you whined.

Giving you a cocky grin he did just that. Pulling out and moaning as he was finally able to bottom out in you. He looked down marveling at the bulge his cock made against the outline of your skin. In all honesty it was really fucking hot.

“You know what this means?”

You shake your head as he picks up speed again and you’re drifting off into a world of nothing but pleasure.

“It means your body is becoming the perfect sleeve for my cock.”

You groaned feeling yourself get wetter at his words. Dirty talk, especially degradation, was a huge yes for you, but not many guys would go as far as you wanted them too. They always backed out not wanting to get really harsh with you, but kook wasn’t like that at all. He had no problem letting you know what a good slut you were and you loved it. Loved the feeling of being nothing but a toy for the man above you.

“Yeah, beloved? You like this don’t you slut?” his voice teased you. “You like it when I point out how well your slutty little body is molding itself to match the shape of my cock, huh?”

“Yes!” you nearly shouted out frantically nodding. God you wished you’d been brave enough to pursue him earlier. “Want to be your good little cock sleeve. Use me please.” you babbled. Above you kook swore, lowly growling.

He was in absolute heaven. Here you were the girl of his dreams, his crush, begging him to use you as basically a human fleshlight while he watched his cock sink into you with no resistance. For a year now he had pined after you thinking you’d never see him as anything but a little brother and now he was balls deep, calling you names that drove you crazy, going as rough as he could, and you still asked for more.

And damn was he going to give it to you.

Moaning into your ear he came in you for the second time triggering your orgasm as well. With a jolt he remembered that there was no barrier to your womb. He had directly come in your womb and fuck if that didn’t make him rut a little harder into you drunk on the feeling.

Unable to focus on anything you felt on the verge of passing out. You were so overwhelmed by everything you were feeling it was hard to recognize what was happening before your eyes rolled back in your head and you fainted. Looking down at you with a smile kook gently pulled out letting his spent cock flop down on your stomach and softly kissed the tip of your nose.

“Sleep well princess.”

He gave himself a few more pumps to land a couple lines of cum on your stomach satisfied at his marking of you before he got off the bed and on unsteady legs he headed to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower and brought back a wet washcloth and cleaned up all the cum on your body. Frowning at the large wet patch on your bed he gently picked you up and took you to your roommates room. She was gone for the week on a business trip so it wasn’t like she’d mind. He went back to the bathroom and came back to wipe down your body of all sweat and grime.

When he was happy with the results he took the dirty sheets from your bed and put them in the wash along with the mattress cover. Idly he wondered if he made you squirt and that’s why it was so wet. He made a note to explore that route at a later date before heading back and slipping into bed with you aftering taking a quick showers to clean himself up. You were so tired you didn’t even stir. Spooning you from behind he played with your soft tresses and placed a kiss on your cheek before snuggling into you and falling asleep.

The first thing you noticed when you awoke was a glass of water and two advil next to it. Time seeming to crawl like molasses around you. Trying to sit up you noticed two more things. One your lower body hurt like a fucking bitch and two there was a heavy arm around your waist. Swallowing down the meds and water you look down to see kook sleeping peacefully besides you.

Slow on the uptake you belatedly realized that you were both naked and then all the memories came flooding back. Blushing furiously at how kinky you’d gotten you groaned unable to face kook after this. What would he think of you? Going slowly you slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. You looked even worse than you felt.

There were hickies all over your neck and collar bones. They were going to be nearly impossible to hide for work you sighed to yourself. Going through your morning routine you returned back to kook still sleeping. Smiling to yourself you were fairly certain he could sleep through world war three. Staring at his sleeping figure you got an idea on how to pay him back for last night. Going to your room you got out a length of soft silk rope from its hiding place and a small black ring.

Taking both back to the sleeping kook you carefully and slowly climbed the bed and took his wrists in your hands. You always had liked how big his hands were and made a note to explore other possibilities with them later. Gently tying his wrists to the bed posts you made your way back down the bed and slid under the sheets until you had settled between his legs cock right in front of your face.

You hadn’t gotten a proper chance to look at it last night and damn if you weren’t going to take that time right now. Careful of your still sore lower body you settled down and took his soft cock in your mouth. Even soft he was still a hell of a mouthful. Bobbing your head and letting your spit slide down to help lubricate your way down you could hear him moaning above you coming awake.

“y/n?”

God you loved how deep his voice got first thing in the morning. Taking the ring you’d brought earlier you slipped it onto his cock near the base and smirked. Oh yeah you were gonna have fun this morning. Giving his cock one last suck as the blood came south you sat up onto your knees revealing yourself between his legs. In an instant his gaze darkened with lust at seeing you and you smiled innocently throwing the covers off and resettling yourself down on your stomach continuing to lick and suck at his cock like it was a sucker and glancing up at him.

“Good morning.” you greeted sweetly.

“y/n what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you asked playing dumb. “I didn’t get a chance to show you my appreciation of what happened last night.”

You blew on the tip gently causing him to groan at the cool air and tug at the rope holding him still and at your mercy. Ignoring his noises you went about licking all up his fully hard shaft completely focused on acquainting yourself with every inch of it. Rubbing it all over your face loving the feeling, licking, sucking, and maintaining eye contact for finale you dove down until your nose was pressed against his stomach and hummed. The vibrations and hot warmth of your mouth proved to be too much and sent him into his first dry orgasm of the day. Panting he looked at you questionly.

“Cock ring.” you informed him. “It keeps you hard while preventing you from cumming.” You grin at him. “Which means I can play with your pretty cock for hours until you’re the one begging me to come.”

He groaned at that as you resumed your worshiping. “Besides,” you say casually running your tongue piercing right along the vein on his shaft causing another helpless moan. “I might have a slight oral fixation and honestly kook you have the best cock i’ve ever had the pleasure of servicing.”

You delighted at how red his cheeks turned at your words the blush even going so far down to cover his chest. It was cute how he was all commanding last night but now he was putty in your hands. You watched him amused as he struggled to compose himself as you happily deepthroated him. This went on for nearly fourty minutes of you mouthing and sucking at him until he was the one going crazy just like you’d said.

“Please baby girl have mercy.” he moaned out. “Just want to come down that mouth of yours.” his hips tried to buck up, but you kept them firmly pinned down to the mattress. He tugged uselessly at his restraints. You watched fascinated at how his muscles moved under his skin. God he really was built like some Greek hero.

Finally taking pity on him you released his cock from the ring and without warning deepthroated once more also sucking hard earning both a moan to rival your own from last night and his cum. You waited until he was done before pulling off slowly and leaning over him to show him the cum in your mouth before swallowing. His pupils were blown wide as his eyes never left your lips. You moved back down to his cock and took him in the mouth once more enjoy the moans above you. You cleaned any remaining come before letting him fall from your mouth and sitting up stretching out your tired muscles.

“Alright beloved you’ve had your fun, but now it’s time to untie me.” he tried once again to get loose, but your knots were too good.

“No.”

His head snapped up and he glared at you. “Oh?”

“You had fun with my body last night and now I get to have fun with yours.” you explained shrugging and you seated yourself on his thigh. You sighed at the pressure on your puffy lips. Kook couldn’t draw his eyes away from your wet pussy currently sliding along his thigh. His breath hitched as you moaned and began playing with your nipples.

He really loved those piercings of yours by the way.

You relished in the undivided attention his lust filled eyes were giving you. With no warning kook bent the leg you were currently on slightly drawing his leg up so his foot was planted firmly on the bed so you could grind easier on the angle and in thanks you leaned forward to kiss him. He sighed into his mouth and let you take the lead exploring his mouth as your pace all while the feeling of your wet pussy drove him crazy.

“Hey.” he started off as you broke apart for a breather. “There’s a game tonight. Wanna come and after we can, i don’t know, see a movie or something? Like a date?” he asked tentatively.

“Wouldn’t you rather celebrate the win with the team?”

He scoffed though secretly flattered that you already thought they’d win. “Believe me I’d much rather spend the time with you. y/n I’ve liked you since the very first moment we met.” he confessed.

You sat there stunned for a moment before kissing him again.

“Yeah.” you said grinning at him. “I’d love to go on a date with you after the game. And i’ve also been ummm thinking of well you too.”

It was his turn to grin at you revealing those adorable bunny esque teeth. God you loved this man so much. Leaning forward you met him in another kiss as you sped up your pace on his thigh and bringing your hand to your clit. You came with a loud cry before nearly collapsing onto him in your post orgasm haze. How you still managed to come after last night you don’t know. Speaking of last night.

“Sorry about all the dirty talk and stuff. I'm not usually like that.” you say a little embarrassed as you move to untie him having had your fun.

He snickered and flipped you over effortlessly once he was free. You stared up at him confused. “Trust me. Hearing you beg for my cock and agree that your body-” he trailed his hand down the valley of your breasts and down to your clit “-was made to fit said cock was the hottest thing I have ever heard.”

Your cheeks could rival the sun you were fairly certain. “Good. Because I loved every minute of last night.”

The grin on his face slipped as you once again used your deceptive strength to flip the pair of you yet again so that you were settled right above his cock tracing the abs below your fingers. Rubbing his hands along your ass and thighs he sat back and let you trace his chest and abs and arms to your hearts content. He loved the way you looked and admired his body.

He had been taking working out seriously in the last year to impress you after all.

Lulled into a false sense of security of your hands just trailing all over that he jolted at the feeling of the cock ring slide down his shaft again effectively keeping him hard. Startled he looked at you only to see you grin deviously as you slipped your wet and open pussy down on his cock. He had no idea as to when you’d opened yourself up, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

“Now.” you said with an edge he hadn’t heard before, but it sent more blood going south. “Since you were so good for noona-” he shivered at the word the sensations going right to his cock, “-this morning I figured that you deserve a reward.”

You looked amazing as you rode his cock, he thought dazed. Pausing you glanced at him head cocked to the side all innocence. “Are you going to be good for noona kookie?”

He nearly broke his neck trying to nod fast enough and sighed with relief bucking up his hips as you started moving again.

“Good boy.”

[yandere-romanticaa]

Can I request HC’s of the 2p FACE family how they fell in love with there s/o and how they got them to date them. Love your work 💗

Yandere! 2p FACE // Scenarios

♡ 2p! France ♡

Francois would have a difficult time with wooing his s/o. When he first met them he had no idea what to do. He was pretty lazy and careless and he bearly took care of himself, let alone another human being. But when he first saw s/o something in him just clicked. He felt weird, he felt true joy for the first time in years.

So he made it his ultimate mission to make s/o his.

He is a very wealthy man, and he will pay people to follow his s/o around if he can't do it himself. The men have to take pictures but they must not be spotted by any means necessary. He quickly learns everything about his love and he will use it to his advantage.

One day he'll show up at a little café that s/o frequented. He would buy them a drink and would introduce himself. When he first heard s/o voice, his heart stopped beating in his chest for a good five seconds. François bearly got back to his senses, but thankfully s/o did not notice his momenteral distress. In that moment François realized that he must protect s/o, kidnap them even. But he won't get there just yet, he first will use his rugged charm on them. There is something oddly comforting about François. The the heavy smell of cigarettes and cologne will overpower s/o's senses and they will listen to everything François has to say.

From that day forward the two would always meet up at the same time, at the same café. François and s/o would discuss all about sorts of things, ranging from movies, books, hobbies, everything. Even if François looks uninterested or even downright bored at times, be assured that he is carefully listening to every word that s/o says.

One day though, everything changes when s/o mention that they have a crush on someone, and that someone isn't François.

Well shit.

François will quickly leave the café, leaving a confused s/o behind. He is furious. He is furious at himself for not acting sooner, and at the bastard that dared to take s/o's affection from him. That poor bastard will be found dead the next morning, brutally murdered. Naturally, s/o will be devastated by these news. When they turn to François for comfort, he'll be over the moon. That same night he will drug his s/o and lock them up in a nicely decorated room. The room has everything s/o could ever need and want, besides the Internet and freedom of course. When s/o wakes up and starts to cry, François is quick to tell them that they can be together now. He'll confess what he did as he hold his s/o tightly in his arms.

He can finally be with his sweet angel, and nothing can ruin this moment. Nothing.

♡ 2p! America ♡

Allen is pretty aggressive and straight forward about his crush. He will openly and shamelessly flirt with his s/o like his life depends on it. He also likes giving his s/o cute little gifts such as a teddy bear or a cool shirt he found. But what he especially likes is when s/o wears his jacket. s/o's scent always lingers on it and Allen absolutely loves it.

Depending on what kind of s/o Allen is after, he could easily charm them. If s/o is more free spirited and open, s/o will like his boisterous attitude. But if s/o is more on the quiet side, Allen won't mind. He loves a good challenge.

Mini adventures with Allen are pretty common and each is unique in it's own way, and all are equally memorable. After a while though, Allen will become more possessive of s/o. He will always want to know what are their plans, where will they go and with who. He'll claim that it's for their own good, that he just wants to protect them.

In reality, Allen is just terrified that s/o will find someone better then him and that they'll leave him for that person. Allen will soon start having horrible nightmares about s/o leaving him and he just can't take it anymore. He confesses how he truly feels, and to his surprise s/o accepts his feelings. The first couple of months everything will be perfect with Allen, aside from the occasional jealous outburst. But Allen isn't quite satisfied. He is horribly obsessive and possessive, and he will start following s/o around everywhere they go and he will never leave them alone. He quickly sets up security cameras in s/o's house, hidden of course.

Due to his possessive tendencies, Allen will snap and will kill every person he deems a treat to his and s/o's relationship. s/o will also notice that something is horribly wrong with Allen. He isn't the same person anymore, he is much more aggressive towards everyone and is much more snappy towards s/o.

The final straw was when s/o confronted Allen and told him that their relationship was over.

At first, Allen said nothing. He just stood like a statue while his eyes were glued on the floor. After a few awkward moments of standing around, s/o will try to leave the house, but not before Allen snaps back out of his daze and looks straight in to s/o's eyes.

That look in his eyes was the most terrifying thing s/o had ever seen. His eyes held so many different emotions within them. Anger, fury, worry... That's when he'll mumble a quiet "I love you" under his breath. But the fury is quickly replaced with insanity as Allen starts cackling like a mad man. He reaches for his baseball bat and knocks s/o out cold. He will make sure that the only person s/o ever loves is him, even if it costs him his sanity.

♡ 2p! Canada ♡

When Mattieu first saw s/o, he didn't much about them. Just a really cute stranger, that's all. When they first conversed in a store though, that's when s/o catches his attention. Mattieu didn't speak much, but he liked hearing s/o's voice. It was like music to his ears, he felt like he could listen to it forever. But he didn't want to rush in to things, after all s/o was still a stranger.

Some time passed after Mattieu and s/o's conversation, but he just couldn't for the life of him get them out of his head. He wanted to hear s/o's wonderful voice again, even if it was just for a second. And that's when he heard it. He heard s/o laughing not too far away from him. But that's when he also saw the person next to s/o.

They were hugging. And kissing.

...no big deal. It was natural for a person like s/o to be in a relationship. No big deal, right? Then... Why did Mattieu felt like punching the bastard? Why did he felt like bashing him with his hockey stick right then and there? He had no idea why and Mattieu quickly left.

A few days after that encounter, Mattieu felt strange. His heart literally ached and it wouldn't stop. Deep down he knew that he needed to see s/o, he just knew! Mattieu is a huge stalker, but he is still somewhat shy. He feels a bit self conscious about approaching his s/o and he has no idea how he was able to hold a normal conversation with them. In a way, Mattieu does know what he is doing is wrong. He knows that he shouldn't be following s/o around like this, like some creep but he just can't help himself. He needs to see s/o, one way or another.

His entire routine will soon change so that he can keep a better eye on s/o. But every passing day, the hatred for s/o's lover grows more and more intense. He just wants the idiot out of the picture as soon as possible and Mattieu will start plotting. He'll lure s/o's lover in to the woods and play with them for a little bit. He just wants to understand why, why would s/o fall for someone this weak? He wasn't even in the forest for more then 10 minutes and he already got stuck in a bear trap! If this idiot couldn't take care of himself, how the Hell was he going to take care of s/o?! Mattieu gives the bastard a slow and painful death. He wants him to feel the same kind of pain he felt when he saw s/o kissing or just generally being around this guy.

When the body is found and identified, s/o would be crushed. They refuse to leave their house for days, but that's when the letters start arriving. They were pretty simple at the beginning, only containing a small heart that was drawn on the paper. But over time there will be some things written on the letters. Again, Mattieu is still pretty shy about the idea of talking to his s/o, but this was a decent way to express his feelings. At the time s/o will not accept Mattieu's feelings because of the death of their previous lover, but unlike the rest of the 2p! family, Mattieu actually has patience.

He'll wait patiently for s/o to recover, all the while sending them the sweetest letters he could write. Mattieu and s/o will eventually get together, but s/o never learned the truth about who really ended their previous lovers life...

♡ 2p! England ♡

Oliver met his s/o when they stopped by his bakery. And right from the start Oliver is completely smitten by them. He just finds s/o extremely precious, from their manurisms to the way they talk, everything! Since Oliver has a really cute bakery with really delicious baked goods, s/o will be a regular customer.

He loves developing new recepies and he loves feeding his s/o. His day always gets much brighter when s/o comes to him. Oliver will gladly help s/o with anything they need, from homework to chores, Oliver will do his best to make s/o's life at least a little bit easier!

With Oliver it will start out as a puppy crush. His s/o will constantly be on his mind, so much so that he sometimes can't even work properly! He sometimes gets tounge tied when speaking with s/o, but s/o finds that indearing rather then awkward. It's really hard not fall for a sweetheart like Oliver, and s/o will soon confess to Oliver.

The second Oliver heard this he started to cry tears of joy and he twirled s/o around in the air. He also told s/o about how he felt and that's how the relationship started. But everything was just so intense with Oliver. Of course, he was always the perfect gentleman and he made sure that s/o was happy but something just felt off about him.

Whenever s/o would bring a friend over to Oliver's bakery, he would start to act strangely. On the surface he is his usual friendly self but one good look in his eyes and pure madness could be seen in them. This went on for a while until s/o asked Oliver what was wrong with him. Naturally, Oliver said that he is fine and that he couldn't be happier since he has the perfect partner by his side. But s/o's friends also noticed that Oliver seemed off lately.

One day, some of s/o's friends came to the bakery but nobody was inside which was really weird. The moment they stepped inside the strong smell of sugar and some other weird substance hit their nostrils. The smell was coming from the basement and everyone climbed down. What they found was horrible.

In the middle of the room was Oliver, but he had a bloody knife in his hand and his clothes were bloody as well. And in front of Oliver was a mangled corpse. Everyone screamed as Oliver laughed. The group started to run, but Oliver was faster. He locked the door and quickly knocked out everyone.

The next day when s/o came, Oliver offered them some new cupcakes to try. The moment s/o put them in their mouth, they felt like gagging. These cupcakes were weird and they had a strong metallic taste too. When s/o asked Oliver what did he put in the cupcakes he told them that it is a secret, bit s/o could see it if they followed him to the basement. Not really thinking about it, s/o wordlessly followed Oliver.

It was pitch black in the basement, but that metallic smell was much stronger in the basement. When s/o asked Oliver if they could leave, Oliver quickly covered their mouth and turned on the lights. In the basement were s/o's friends, completely mutilated. Oliver cackled like a madman as he watched s/o who was desperately trying to open the basement door, but with no success.

The look of pure terror on s/o's face was adorable to Oliver. And now, he can look at it every single day!

[lhs3020b]

Boris And the Baddest of Bad Weeks

I promised an expanded entry on what’s going on at the moment in our national meltdown, so here it is...

Allow me, if I may, to walk back an earlier comment of mine. Some time ago, I was distinctly skeptical about the idea of an early general election. However, the situation has evolved. You see, there was one thing I didn't count on. I never imagined that Boris Johnson would be stupid enough to force nearly two dozen of his MPs out of his party.

That's right: I over-estimated his intelligence. Umm, whoops.

In my defence, what he did may well have been the single most utterly-stupidly self-defeating maneuver ever in British politics. The only sense I can make from it is that he's having a narcisistic breakdown. Actually, viewed in that very narrow light, perhaps it does make a little sense. If you've ever had the misfortune to have a narcissist in your life, you'll be aware that the thing they just can't cope with is any sort of rejection. The "no"-word tends to summon a meltdown - and of course BoJo faced a pretty major series of "nopes" from Parliament this week.

The other thing I didn't count on was that apparently yes, there actually are some things that some Tory MPs just won't do, even if the consequences of Not Doing The Thing runs to damaging their personal careers. This did come as a surprise to me - I'd assumed that blind partisanship and the desire for salaries would ultimately trump - or perhaps, Trump - all other concerns. But no, credit where it's due, it turns out that for at least 21 of them, there was a floor on the greed after all. Admittedly it's taken us three years of accelerating chaos to find it, but it was there.

The next factor that I didn't count on was that the opposition parties got their act together. Bluntly, there was no hint of this over the summer. The speed with which it happened has left me a little dazed. The earlier failure to call a Vote of No Confidence, the weird shenanigens over ludicrous Governments-of-National-Unity, the generalised infighting and chronic myopia ... just two weeks ago, it was not looking good. I was basically starting to quietly accept that we on the pro-Remain side were finally defeated, and worst of all, we'd been defeated mainly by our own allies.

Then the prorogue happened.

It's fair to say that it's already backfired. The obvious cynicism of the strategy, the naked contempt for all the institutions of British government, the sheer gall of it all - it was meant to energise the pro-Brexit crowd. Instead, it appears to have driven everyone on the soft-Brexit/pro-Remain aisle into a state of thermonuclear rage. And if there's one thing that can bring unlikely allies together, it's a common enemy. By pursuing his grandiose "oh look at me being so Brexity!" cock-strutting routine, Boris accidentally made himself into exactly that enemy.

The other factor was that the prorogue has imposed a sharp time-limit. Consequently, Continuity!Remain just doesn't have the luxury of descending into factional infighting. The deep irony is that putting us on a tight deadline has actually helped us. It's imposed a focus that just wasn't there even 10 days ago.

Meanwhile, as for the wider country, well, Boris's walk-about up north yesterday seems to have been a complete disaster. Random people were basically coming up to him to tell him that it had all gone wrong. Then there was that bizarre speech he gave in front of a captive audience of police recruits. It was just weird - proper delusion territory, and entirely-incoherent. I'd like to compare it to Trump, but at least Trump can manage a consistent theme. Johnson was just rambling. There was nothing there, except possibly a desperate plea for attention. A lot of the political journalists I follow are openly-speculating about whether BoJo was on drugs during the speech.

(And wouldn't that be the ultimate post-2016 banter-timeline twist? If the Prime Minister - the Prime Minister! - got busted for snorting crack?)

Meanwhile, BoJo's narc-meltdown has accidentally undone Theresa May's one significant achievement.

Contrary to what many people think, Theresa May did manage to thread one single needle. That was, she (mostly) managed to keep the parliamentary Conservative Party together. Granted a few MPs jumped ship to Change UK earlier in the year, but it stayed in single digits. There was no big split - and, significantly, the Change UK crowd got wet feet about no-confidencing her. The advantage of this was that Theresa May avoided having the Tories fall into what we might call the 1922 Trap. Here's what I mean by that: in the late 19th Century, the old Liberal Party was increasingly-split on the issue of Home Rule for Ireland. The tensions only got worse as time went on. Then Asquith went and delivered the First World War and precious little else of value. (He was notably-slimey on votes for women, and seemed uninterested in doing anything about the property qualification that 40% of men still faced. The cynic might note that Nick Clegg's behaviour is not entirely new.) Lloyd George tried to put the party back on its feet, but the damage was done. During the 1920s, the Liberals were openly-split. At elections, Liberals ran against each other in numerous constituencies. Because of the way first-past-the-post voting works, in practise this meant that Tories or Labour got elected instead. (A constituency has - say - 46% of the vote for any Liberal candidate, but two run. Each of them gets 23% of the vote. A.N. Other Party takes 24% and gets the MP's seat.)

Theresa May's political strategy - yes, she actually did have one - was predicated on avoiding having Tories run against other Tories at elections. Given their divisions, it was a narrow needle, but she mostly managed to thread it. Boris Johnson has gone and exploded that. You see, of the 21 MPs he's sacked from the party, several are saying they'll contest the next election as independents.

It's hard to know just how big a problem the 1922 Trap will be - but, their vote is already split with the Brexit Party. And even the most optimistic opinion polls have the Tories around 10pts down on where they were in 2017. They're already in minority in the House - how many votes can they afford to lose, really?

Meanwhile, there's a further problem. The Tories' drift to the political right may have taken them too far. They assume that their friends at the Times, the Sun, the Telegraph and the BBC can plaster over the cracks for them - but, can they? The media was full-throated for May in 2017, and she still lost her majority. The newspapers are hysterical and shriekier than ever - but, who reads them? I can't remember the last time I bought a physical copy of one of the main papers. I suspect that's true of many other people too. There are signs that the socially-liberal/financially-conservative chunk of voters are starting to decamp to the Lib Dems. Again, it's not clear how big this movement is - but, as I said earlier, how many votes can the Tories afford to lose? It's possible that they could be facing the nightmare scenario of a general election where the right-wing vote is split three ways (four, if you count UKIP's still-slightly-tembling corpse, though they're close to a rounding error now). If the next election was still certain to be in 2022, all this would be somewhat academic. Two and a half years is a long time, they could find a way to turn things around. All things being equal, I expect they would.

But then BoJo had his narc meltdown, didn't he?

The so-called government is now in absolute minority in the House. While their opponents can't currently agree on an alternative prime minister, nonetheless the anti-BoJo grouping now has a majority of 43. They can stop him doing anything. No legislation is going to go through this house. Finance bills are basically dead on arrival. I really can't see how he could pass any kind of Budget. And also, if he does anything at all to irritate the Opposition, they can no-confidence him any time they feel like it. Quite simply, he's on death row.

My guess is that they'll leave him be during the prorogue period. The logic here is obvious enough - let him twist in the wind. He's doing a great job of destroying himself, so let him get on with it. This way, when Parliament returns late in October, they can do the deed and it will look like a mercy-killing rather than a gang-land execution.

Hypothetically, there are four ways Boris could get off the hook:

1) He could resign. This would arguably save him some dignity, and just perhaps it might leave a little room to revive his future career. But, he won’t take this option. He’s a narc. They don’t voluntarily quit. (Plus, uh, much as I’d cackle if he was forced to quit, it just leaves his successor with the same set of problems that he failed to address.)

2) He could try to simply ignore the anti-hard Brexit law. The problem here is, it would give the opposition a prima facie grounds for an immediate Motion of No Confidence. He might get some love from the rightwing press, but the ultimate result would presumably be his removal and a new Prime Minister. It would be the most pointless constitutional crisis ever.

3) He could arrange to lose a motion of no confidence in his own government. This would arguably be constitutional, and might be a way to trigger an early election. But, it would a) look utterly-absurd, b) be an unprecedented thing to do and c) would also require him personally to face the House telling him to fuck off. I’m not sure that a narc is capable of that. Also, there’s the issue that, as we saw in 2017, there’s no guarantee that he could win a general election. I’m absolutely not sanguine about the risks of an early GE but a) that’s democracy and b) if he runs his campaign the way he’s running being PM then he could well end up roasted.

4) He could reverse the prorogue. On the one hand, un-proroguing Parliament would buy him some extra legislative time. On the other hand, his opponents have control of the House, and a wobble on the prorogue would make him look weak. There’s not much upside for him here, though it’s the most “conventional” of the four options.

Basically the TL;DR is that while he has some choices, none of them are good and all of them could cause him considerable personal pain. The opposition have set up a proper four-pronged Morton’s Fork for him. Which tine will he impale himself on?

As for Brexit? Well, one interesting detail is that the underlying political question seems to be open again. It hasn't quite gained mainstream traction yet, but apparently people are starting to ask whether Brexit is going to happen at all. The Labour Party's position has moved visibly toward hard-Remain, albeit grudgingly. The Lib Dems are having their time in the sun again (though, I suspect that glomming up Philip Lee may help them less than they seem to hope). I don't know that I think it's going to happen, but I can now imagine a situation where at the end of October, the anti-BoJo constellation No-Confidences him then pushes a quick revocation bill through Parliament. (The "party line" here would be, "We wanted a second referendum but this man's scheming hasn't left us enough time.") Again, not saying this is at all likely, but I think it is now a possible outcome.

And if nothing else, BoJo's supposed golden hour is turning out to be quite the nightmarish turkey - and isn't that just delicious?

[scornedlove]

Chapter Twenty

CHRIS

Just as promised, the next two weeks flew by, and Nicki’s wedding had arrived. I forgot how dramatic brides can be but was quickly reminded when I was pulled to Nicki’s dressing room by her maid of honor, Katy, whom I met last night at the rehearsal dinner.

“Nicki’s been psycho all afternoon and I can’t get through to her. She’s literally all over the place. You’re her brother, can you please go talk some sense into her?” she pleaded in a panic.

“Of course, but do you mind showing my date where she would be sitting?” I asked, referring to Tae, who was looking stunning in a perfectly fitted blue dress that had cleavage pouring out of the top. She was making it hard to keep in mind that she was celibate.

“I’d actually like to look around until things are closer to getting started” she replied, without looking up as she texted on her phone. I swear that thing was always glued to her hands.

“Hey” I uttered, putting my hand over her phone, demanding her attention. “No work today, just enjoy yourself”

“Oh, I’m just checking on my mom. She was dealing with my sick grandma when I left” she explained, and quickly put her phone down to her side. “But she’s okay. So, you go make sure Nicki is okay, I can only imagine how nervous she is right now”

 “Yeah, you’re right, let me get back there” I nodded before we took off in separate directions.

The wedding was supposed to start in a half hour, so when I walked into Nicki’s room and she still looked like she had just woken up, worry had set in.

“Hey Nick. What’s going on?” I asked as soon as she opened the door. Her face was clammy and she looked frustrated.

“I’m losing my shit Chris” she exclaimed, quickly pulling me in the room and closing the door. She started pacing and fanning herself with both hands.

“What do you mean? Why aren’t you dressed?”

“I woke up with morning sickness and I’ve vomited four times already. There’s literally nothing left to come up. I think this might be a sign” 

“What kind of sign?”

“I don’t know, maybe my body is telling me I’m about to make a huge mistake”

“No, your body is telling you that you’re pregnant” I laughed, but she didn’t.

“Christopher, this is not a joke. My life is about to change dramatically. I’m going to be a mom and Sam still hasn’t found a new job. I don’t want this to be something I regret”

“You and Sam have been together forever and not once has this man given you a reason to leave him at that altar today. Take it from me, I’ve been on the other side of this shit. The difference is I deserved it, but Sam.... he’s always been there for you, no matter what.”

“But what if everything changes after we’re married?”

“It’s supposed to change, for the better” I urged her to see the bigger picture. “There’s not many genuine people who will actually bend over backwards to make someone else happy, and that’s all Sam has ever done”

“I don’t know Chris” she repeated again, wearing my patience down.

“Ok, fuck it. Don’t do it. I’m going down there right now to tell Sam that you just realized you don’t want to do this” I tossed my hands up in defeat and left the room.

“Wait!” she stuck her head out behind me and yelled.

ROBYN

“I never even put two and two together” I laughed. It never occurred to me that Katy’s friend and Nicki were getting married the same day, turns out Katy was Nicki’s maid of honor.

“So how well do you know her? We’ve been best friends for at least three years now” Katy grinned.

“I don’t know, about five years. She’s like a sister to my ex”

“What a coincidence” she grinned, before leaning in to me and lowering her voice. “I just can't believe she’s been acting like a fucking bridezilla. She's been giving me hell all day. Is getting married really worth all the hype?” she asked, rolling her eyes. “In fact, I better go check on her. Hopefully Chris was able to calm her down”

The mention of Chris’ name was like magic, because he immediately popped into my line of sight, walking in my direction. Or so I thought. Katy walked off and he stopped directly in front of her. They shared a few words, then took off in the same direction.

“Friends” Mel snapped her fingers after catching me in a daze.

“Relax. I told him how I feel, but I’m not going to beg anybody to be my man”

“Good. Now keep that in mind for as long as he has a girlfriend. I’ll be damned if you end up as your ex fiancé's side chick” she teased, as more people began to take their seats. 

“Excuse me” a lady called out, tapping my shoulder. “I just had to tell you; your dress is amazing”

“Thank you, yours looks great too” I replied truthfully. I’d never met this woman before and was wondering why she was sitting in the section reserved for family.

“Wow. Your eyes are soooo pretty” She beamed, getting extra close. “Are they contacts?”

“No” I chuckled, shaking my head. “But I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard that question”

“I’m Tae, by the way” she laughed, offering out her hand, so I shook it. 

“Nice to meet you, I’m Robyn”

“I don’t mean to stare, but you are so gorgeous and your accent is bomb. Where are you from?”

“Barbados” I replied as the music finally began. Everyone got quiet, including Tae, who scooted back to her seat and pulled out her phone, I’m assuming for pictures.

Everyone marveled at the bridal party as they walked two by two down the aisle. Then came the bride. Everyone stood in awe as Nicki and Chris slowly walked down the aisle side by side in all white. Even through her tears, Nicki was stunning, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Chris. Apparently, he noticed, because as he was passing my row he winked. After lifting her veil, he kissed her cheek then took his seat in the crowd, right between Tae and me.

He was too close for me to focus on the wedding that was happening in front of me. His cologne was all in my space and his leg kept touching mine, but somehow, I managed to keep my emotions at bay. The few minutes it took the officiant to marry Nicki and Sam felt like an hour, but it was finally over and I couldn’t be more grateful as Mel and I slipped out together.

As hard as it was, Chris’ presence was forgotten after a few shots of vodka and I was actually enjoying myself, anxiety free. Mel and I were both on the dance floor, letting loose when Tae squeezed past a couple, that was damn near fucking on the dance floor, to get next to me.

“There you are! You left so fast; I didn’t get the chance to ask where you got your dress” she exclaimed.

“Actually, I designed it myself”

“Wow! Is that what you do?” she exclaimed, even more impressed than before. I nodded and the smile on her face broadened.

“My friend is getting married in three months and were still looking for dresses. Do you have a card or something?”

“Yeah, my store is in Santa Monica” I replied, pulling a card from my purse and handing it to her.  We found a seat in the reception area so she could show me designs and ideas that they were leaning towards. Our conversation started off about fashion, but the next thing I knew, she was showing me pictures of an older brother she was hoping to hook me up with.

“He’s cute right?’ she asked holding her phone up to show me. “He’s a really good guy and I think ya’ll would look so cute together”

“Yeah, he’s cute, but I have a boyfriend.” I lied, barely even looking at the picture. Who meets someone and tries to hook their brother up all in the same breath? 

“Damn. You would make a cool as sister-in-law, plus you could give me a niece or nephew with those pretty eyes.” she chuckled. “Let me know if that boyfriend of yours ever gets to acting up. I promise my brother is a good catch.” 

“Where’s your brother tonight?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Back home. We’re from Texas. I’ve been coming out here every six weeks or so to help my friend with her wedding planning. She’s getting married in August so I’ll be doing that for at least another few months”

“Well you’re a good friend. I had to hire a wedding planner when I was engaged”

“Oh, so you’re divorced?”

“No, we actually didn’t make it down the aisle”

“Well at least you found out it wasn’t meant to be before actually sealing the deal. Divorces can get really ugly”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Kind of. My parents were divorced and they treated each other like shit through the entire process, scarred me for life. I always said I’d never get married because of them, but now I don’t know. I’m dating this amazing guy now and he is literally the whole package. It’s still early, but he could be the one.” she beamed. It was obvious she was in love by the way her eyes seemed to sparkle when speaking of him.

“Well I hope it all works out for you” 

“What about you? Is the guy you’re dating the one?”

“I don’t know” I shrugged. 

“Well maybe he isn’t. I think it’s an obvious feeling, something you can’t ignore. I still think you should give my brother a try” she winked.

“Nicki’s about to toss the bouquet” one of the bridesmaids interrupted us and I couldn’t have been more grateful. Tae, along with at least a dozen other girls jumped up to follow her. I was thankful for the interruption but uninterested in participating. There wasn’t anything exciting about getting knocked around for a bouquet.

“Thank God I already have my husband, these bitches out there stretching like they’re about to jump hurdles” Mel laughed, as she took a seat next to mine. “Who’s that girl you were talking to?”

“I just met her. I guess her friend is getting married and she’s been looking for the perfect dresses” I explained as Nicki did her countdown. 

“Oh yeah? The best thing about weddings is networking” she nodded. “Although, I didn’t realize you were customizing pieces for people”

“Well I did design my own wedding dress.  I haven’t really put much thought into it before, but you know I’m always up for a challenge” I replied as Nicki tossed the bouquet. The women went crazy, and a couple of them ended up on the ground rolling, until one finally gave in and let go. 

“Babe! I got it!” Tae exclaimed for everyone to hear before jumping up and running over and kissing some guy right in the mouth. Mel and I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she was about that bouquet until she pulled away and I realized the guy she had just kissed was Chris.

“Robbie. Don’t do it” Mel warned when I jumped up out of my seat.

“Relax. I’m just going to get some air. I’ll be back” I replied rolling my eyes.

“Get it together. Get it together.” I repeated over and over, once I got outside. Just when I got my emotions under control, I heard someone vomiting so loud, it made me gag.

I followed the noise until I found Nicki by the side entrance of the hotel, dry heaving.

“You good sis?” I asked, grabbing her hair out of the way and rubbing her back at the same time.

“I'm okay” she sighed, when she finally caught her breath.

“Good, because I wouldn't want you to ruin this beautiful dress”

"It really doesn't matter. My makeup is ruined, my edges are sweated out, and my feet are so swollen that I can barely even fit in these shoes. The one day I’m supposed to be beautiful and I look like shit"

"Stop. You are beautiful and Sam is the luckiest man in the world, he gets to spend the rest of his life with you."

"Yeah he is kind of lucky huh?" she giggled as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Yeah and you're lucky too. Sam is a good one”

"Thanks. This baby just has me on an emotional roller coaster” she confirmed my suspicions. 

“You’re pregnant?” 

“Yeah, and that’s not the reason we decided to move up the ceremony” she added.

“Who cares? As long as you’re happy. I know how stressful this wedding shit can be, but it’s done now so you just hang in there a little longer. Are you guys going on a honeymoon?”

“Yeah, we’re going straight to Jamaica when we leave here” she grinned with excitement.

“Good. Ya’ll get to take some time out to enjoy each other since ya’ll are always so busy with work.”

“Yeah I need this vacation” she agreed. “I’m sorry I haven’t been all that great with picking up the phone lately. How have you been?” She asked, turning the focus on me.

“Good. Business is good, so I’ve been busy too”

“But are YOU good?” she clarified her question.

“Yeah. I’m in a better space these days. Thanks for asking” I smiled. Even though we’ve been distant since Chris and I broke up, I still considered her a good friend.

“You know, I'm sorry you and Chris didn't work out, I always thought you guys would end up married. Anyway, you look great and he’s happier than I’ve seen him in a long time.”

“Is he really?” I blurted curiously. I didn’t want to believe he could be all that happy without being with me, at least that’s how I felt when it came to him.

“He seems to be. I met his girlfriend today and she seems nice. I’m happy for him. As crazy as this may sound, he never meant you any harm. I know my brother, he’s been through a lot, but he really is one of the good guys.”

"There you are!” Katy announced, out of nowhere. “Sam’s looking for you inside" It was time for them to wrap it up and the groom was ready to take off with his bride, so my prying was cut short. We said our goodbyes, then I grabbed Mel so we could leave before the rest of the reception did. My buzz had just started to kick in and I’d planned on staying longer, but I wasn’t ready to accept the fact the Chris has truly moved on and I refused to be in the same room as him and his ‘girlfriend’.

CHRIS

The wedding was officially over, Nicki and Sam were already on their flight to Jamaica, and Tae and I were on our way back to my place when I finally exhaled. I halfway enjoyed myself, but after my own experience, weddings give me the heebie jeebies, and I was glad to be done with it. After Trey’s wedding in August, I don’t think I’ll accept anyone else’s offer to be in their wedding. They are stressful and obviously not my thing.

I honestly didn’t know if I could even see myself walking down the aisle anymore. I still embrace the possibility of getting married and starting my own family, but I don’t think I’d go through the trouble of having a big wedding. 

“I really hope Trey and Lala’s wedding turns out at least half as beautiful as Nicki’s. Everything was perfect” Tae stated, breaking the silence. We were both exhausted from dancing most of the night, but I could tell she was a little tipsy on top of that.

“Yeah, it was so perfect that you wouldn’t even know the bride was considering leaving the groom at the alter” I chuckled as her eyes popped wide open.

“Really? Why? Did he do something?” she asked in surprise.

“Nope. That man has been a perfect gentleman to Nicki since the beginning. I think it was just the pregnancy hormones mixed with a little pre-wedding jitters”

“Wow, I guess that happens a lot more than you would think. I feel like it’s something simple: if you love 'em, marry 'em. People overthink things and work themselves up for no reason all the time” she replied shaking her head.

“Yeah, I see what you mean, but on the other hand, marriage is forever. At least that’s how I see it anyway. I think it’s something you should overthink, but not on the day you’re supposed to be walking down the aisle. You should think about it while you are dating, and even more so after someone proposes, but definitely way before the actual wedding day.”

“So, have you been thinking about it?” she quizzed, stifling a yawn. 

“About what? Marriage?” 

“Yeah, you said it’s something you should think about while dating. We’re dating. Has it crossed your mind yet?” she repeated.

“Honestly, no. We’re still trying to get to know each other, still in the early stages”

“True, but I also feel like sometimes you just know, you just feel it” she replied before drifting off into a daze. I didn’t voice it, but I understood exactly what she meant. I had the same feeling the first time I met Robyn, but I knew there was no way I could admit that to Tae without her feeling weird about it.

I had intentions of introducing Tae to Robyn tonight, but before I got up the nerve, Robyn was gone. For some reason, I still wasn’t comfortable talking about Robyn with her. It was like I needed them to see how great the other one was without an awkward situation. 

I glanced over at Tae and couldn’t help but chuckle because she was passed out with her mouth wide open. She was a good girl and deserved to be treated as such, so I promised myself I wouldn’t fuck her up like I did Robyn. I was going to put everything I had into this, which meant I had to introduce them soon.

[accidentally-logince]

Guardian Angel - Chapter 3

Summary: Virgil, sick of always dying and being resurrected again, decides to finally work out a way to end it for good. The only problem- he left Patton alone and depressed. Virgil makes it his goal to keep Patton alive until the time comes for him to join Virgil in the land of the dead.

If you missed: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Warnings: Suicide mention, crying, minor mention of eating disorder

(If there any more, please tell me!)

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairings: Royality, eventual Moxiety

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Virgil

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The bus driver snitched.

Based on the evidence given—what the driver saw, the time, the circumstances—they figured out that it was suicide. They even looked for a note. There wasn't one, of course. But then, they started questioning my friends. Well, and Demitri.

The asshole himself sits uninterested in the office chair, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes wandering around as if he'd rather be anywhere else. I lean on the wall to listen; the information might be interesting. 

"Did you notice anything off about his behaviour in the weeks prior to his death?"

Demitri huffs. If you wanted, you could play it up just a little more, I think. "I don't know. I never really talked to him because I wanted to. He was just there. If we're being honest—" Oh, ha ha, Mister Deceit over here, "—he was kind of a wimp." My wings give an irritated flap at that, but because I'm used to it from him, it's easier to blow off. Doesn't make me hate him any less, though.

"So he wouldn't have told you anything about what he was planning?" 

"No. We hated each other. I really don't think I can make that more clear. He acted like he thought he was so much better than me." Oh, that's just gold. "Listen, can you just call in one of the others? I'm bored, and I have no information."

The officer sighs. "We can move on for now. But you must be prepared if you're questioned again in the future." She drags her pen down her notepad and then taps it. "Can you bring Logan Crofter in as you leave?"

"Yeah, sure," Dee says, pushing himself to his feet. A smile breaks out on his lips as he leaves. He just flicks Logan's glasses, saying, "you're up."

Logan fixes his now askew glasses and stands up. None of them had been told exactly why they'd been called. All they know is that they're being questioned. Until they walk in and sit down, they don't know what about. I don't know if I like that better or worse than just telling them outright before they came. Patton looks a little stressed, but not excessively upset, though, which is a bonus.

As he walks into the office, Logan is tucked into himself. Giving the officer a small nod, he sits down and awkwardly places his hands in his lap, gaze wandering to his curled fingers. He was never good at eye contact anyway. 

"Mr. Crofter," the officer says. Logan flinches, and his face falls just slightly more.

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

The officer goes about carefully explaining exactly why Logan is actually here. He actually lifts his eyes to meet hers, almost as if silently begging her to say she's lying. I can tell how hard he's trying to keep himself from crying. 

"I didn't realize that he was... going through that," Logan whispers. I can hear the quiver in his voice, even at the low volume. I step forward and place my hand on his shoulder. He moves up into my phantom touch. I don't know if I'm cold or warm, but just the distant contact seems to relax him just the littlest bit.

"So you hadn't noticed any significant changes in his behaviour?"

Logan bites his lip. "I didn't. He always acted so happy. It was always him who would cheer us up." Then, his eyes drop back to his shoes, and he lifts a hand to lay on his arm, right near where my hand sits on his shoulder. I shift so that my fingers overlap with his. He crumples when he tries to say something else. "I'm sorry, I-I... Can I come back another time?"

They definitely should have told them before they got here. I kneel in front of Logan, reaching up to wipe tears from his cheeks. He blinks at my touch, which I'm starting to understand has a sort of soothing effect to people in the overworld.

The officer nods, dismissing him. She's starting to understand her error too. "Send in the last two, okay?" she asks. As Logan turns to leave, she brings her fist to her mouth, thinking. I reach out and brush Logan's arms with one wing as he steps through the doorway. He tells the other to come inside, and then keeps walking with hardly a glance back.

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Patton and Roman hadn't been questioned. The officer, learning from the error of her ways, only told them the news, leaving the questioning for a later date. Patton had reacted dismally, collapsing into himself and sobbing into Roman's chest as his boyfriend rubbed his back reassuringly. Roman looked more reserved, but I'm sure that was for Patton's sake, because his expression was strained the entire time they were there, and his reassuring smile was forced on the drive to Patton's house.

When he got home, Patton didn't wait before making a beeline straight for the stairs, looking drained as he crawled onto his bed. All his tears had already run out, and he just sat, tucked into himself as he shivered. I sat with him for awhile, until he finally went to sleep—without accepting his mom's offer for dinner. I hardly have time to worry if he's going to stop eating again when a little light shoots into the air above his head.

It doesn't do anything. Just hovers there, right over Patton. I lift a finger and poke at it, and when I connect with it, it expands ever so slightly, showing a grainy image of a grassy hill. I reach out and press it to my palm, and it grows bigger yet, until it's matched the height of my hand, heel to the tip of my middle finger.

I can see Patton inside when I squint. He's wandering through the field; the grass is up to his hips, and he runs his fingers through it as he walks, staring bewildered at the sky. Is this his dream? I lean forward to see better, and the light grows bigger again, this time to the size of my torso. I reach out, and my arm moves through it—no, inside it. 

After a few seconds of contemplation, I lift myself up into the air, and the dream portal grows to accommodate my size as I fly through. I have to shield my eyes for a few second because it's so much brighter now that I'm actually inside. The dream is warm, ignoring the continuity of the real world. I guess it doesn't have to make sense.

A run-down shed sits on top of the hill, and I soar down to land next to it. The wood is splintery and extremely dry when I press my fingers to it. If it weren't for the tall grass, I'd say it never rains around here. 

Okay, again, you're trying to analyze the logistics of a dream, I tell myself. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Patton turn around. Instinctively, I swiftly turn the corner. I don't know what compelled me to hide from him, but a growing feeling of dread keeps me from revealing myself. What would happen if he did see me in his dream? What would he think in the overworld? Would it make him feel better or worse? 

As if sensing my turmoil, the dream portal reappears as a tiny dot in front of me. I press my hand against it and fly through.

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Patton

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I could have sworn I saw a wing.

Maybe it was my eyes playing tricks on me, but it looked like there were feathers moving around the wood of the shed. I stare for a few seconds and nothing happens. No movement, no sound. My fingers move absentmindedly through the grass at my sides, enjoying the soft feeling.

This place makes me feel... happy. Distantly, I know its not real. But I decide to pretend, for now. An overwhelming calm has enveloped me, and I just want to bask in it for one more moment...

And then the moment is gone.

My alarm clock wakes me from my sleep. I don't even know why it was set, but I trudge across the room and turn it off. For good measure, I even tug the cord from the socket. I haven't been using the clock, it's not like I've been going to school. Tears force their way into my eyes, and I shove the heels of my hands into them, frustrated with myself. It was a dream. It was going to end anyways.

I just stand at my dresser for a few minutes, in a dazed state of half-sleep. I start to think that maybe I can slip back into the dream, but quickly will the thought away and lean down to open my drawer, pulling on a hoodie. The alarm had gone off at four am. I decide I'm not getting back to sleep and instead take a walk, hoping I can clear my head. 

It really has been dreadful the past couple weeks. By not going to school, I'm subjecting myself to hours and hours of time where I have nothing at all to do. My friends can't even visit, because they're actually going to school. I don't know how easily I could take it, especially after I just learned what happened to Virgil, but the aspect of another day spent on the couch, flicking through the channels to find something that I won't even watch—

I didn't know I was going to Roman's house. My feet brought me here by their own volition. An overwhelming urge to feel his arms around me has me moving to the door. He told me I could come in without knocking, especially if it's this early. I don't want to wake up his parents, so I press my spare key into the lock and open the door quietly.

The door to his room is cracked open, as usual, and I slide in, shutting it again when I'm inside. The single strand of light from the dimly lit hallway leads to the foot of his bed, and I follow it, carefully pressing my fingers onto Roman's forehead. 

His eyes flutter open, and he recognizes the pressure, shifting so that there's room on the bed for me. Wordlessly, we readjust ourselves until we're comfortable, his arms wrapped around me—just like I'd wanted—and my head pressed just under his chin. I curl my fingers in the fabric of his sleep shirt.

"I'm gonna try school again tomorrow." I don't know why that's the first thing that comes out of my mouth, but I can feel Roman smiling.

"That's wonderful," he whispers. "Because I missed you." He moves his head to press a soft kiss to my forehead, and I huddle closer into him. 

We don't say anything else. I find it much easier to fall asleep with him nearby.

I don't go back to my dream.

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2/7!!! SERIOUSLY WHY DO I NEED THIS SO BAD

Oh boy, this took a while, I’m so sorry. Tough times, if I’m being honest with you. 

The prompt mash-up of - Royal AU + Florist AU - from this list.

And also it took a lot of debating, choosing who was to be royal and who was to be the florist. Jess seemed right for the princess and also the florist, but Nick seemed not at all right for a florist. (Don’t @ me about male stereotypes, I promise it was simply because it didn’t seem very in-character for him, lol.)

So here it is!!! (I wrote this in a haze so there’re bound to be loopholes. Forgive me.)

[ This is really fuckin’ long and my fever addled brain cannot be bothered to cut it down lol (would be a slow burn fic if written, so you can imagine), and if this pops unwanted on your dashboard and if you want to skip this, press the ‘J’ key. I’m not able to, for some Tumblr-y reason, insert a cut here. ]

Title: Lilies

Nicholas II is set to get engaged to Caroline (an American, not a royal), daughter of his mother’s bestfriend. He doesn’t want to get married but Caroline does.

Nick has always been private, and the state he’s from is quite small, so he’s not particularly “famous”. Everyone knows the Royal Miller family because of Walt’s flamboyancy, though.   

In an effort to get him more involved with the wedding, Bonnie gets Nick to take up responsibility for at least one aspect

N: *eye roll* Like I actually have a say. Do what you want, Ma.B: Of course you have a say! It’s your wedding!!N: How about we change the bride?B: Nicky! N: *mutters* I was just… joking…B: *glares at him* N: Fine. I’ll be more “involved”. What do you have for me?B: *completely relaxed now, excited even* I still haven’t decided on… the flowers?N: *sighs* How about… I don’t know… Lilies? B: Are you sure? I was thinking roses would be- *cue turtle face* Alright, fine. Lilies. You’re in charge of the flowers for this wedding, then. N: What? Ma, come one, why don’t you just-B: Nick, you need to be more involved. I’m asking you take care of just the flowers for the wedding or would you rather handle the guests and-N: No! Fine. Flowers. Flower only. 

He does a little research online and finds Jess’s flower store, which recently gained popularity in lilies - procuring fresh ones as well as in floral arrangements; he books an appointment online.

Jess and Cece conversation about the exciting prospect of having a royal as Jess’s client; Spencer is uninterested; Cece clearly doesn’t like him and think Jess is too good for hi

Nick and Caroline meet at a restaurant - breakfast date - sort of updating each other on the wedding stuff. It’s very clear that Caroline is very interested in this marriage and Nick really isn’t.

After the “date”, He shows up at Jess’s store - Here, he bumps into her outside as she’s carrying multiple bouquets of lilies with Spencer trailing behind her, hands in his pocket. The lilies fall and Jess is really angry because they were for a “client” and she yells at Nick (who is at the moment, looking at Jess like “omg so beautiful”) and both of them have a yelling match eventually till Jess huffs and muttering that she’s late, hurries inside.

Jess changes out of her stained clothes and hurries to the office where she’s shook at seeing Nick; but still doesn’t really apologize or anything. 

J: *shrugging* Prince or not, it was your fault. 

Nick is amused by her “IDGAF who you are” attitude and is purposely cheeky as hell with her. She tries to ask him what sort of bouquets/lilies/arrangements he needs so she can pre-order and she realizes that he literally has no idea what he’s doing.

J: You don’t know what you’re doing, do you?N: *sigh* No. I mean… they’re flowers, I thought I was just supposed to pick but Ma made me in charge of The Flowers and Everything to do with it.J: Why don’t you ask your fiancee to help?[ Don’t have the entire convo in my head, but it’s clear Nick is trying to get her to offer to help him ] N: *turtle face* She wants me to be more… involved. I need to do this myself.J: Well, alright then. Just FYI, you’re terrible at it :)N: I’m aware. If I could just…. *sigh* I don’t know…J: Alright, fine. I’ll help you out with this, you’re welcome.N: Great. I will pay you double. I’ll see you at Orange Blossom Cafe tomorrow at 8 am and we’ll drive to the wedding location.

Next day, Nick and Jess drive down to the venue location - a lakeside open place, perfect for summers.

Jess is clearly entranced and while Jess walks around in awe, Nick watches her in, you know, awe. Struck by her eyes, the contrast with the lake, her yellow sundress against the green grass and such. - “This is just an objective observation,” he tells himself. 

On their way back, she brings up Nick’s disinterest (displayed by how he doesn’t have an opinion about things about the wedding, or doesn’t have any idea as to what is hapening.) 

He is like it’s none of your business and starts to get mad -

J: Well, if your Royal Majesty thinks it’s a private issue, just say so. There’s no need to yell. N: That’s not even the right title! And it’s not an issue. I’m marrying my childhood…friend. J: *laughs, unable to help herself* You’re marrying your friend? N: *purses his lips and drives quietly, clearly disturbed*

They part ways; Caroline comes to Jess’s office to have a look at the plans - they small talk - Caroline’s nice. A little worried and nervous; she might actually have some feelings for Nick - Caroline seems happy that Nick came up with this stuff though it’s actually Jess and Jess feels a little bad, even feels a little guilty for lying. That’s who Jess is. 

Jess later talks to Cece how messed up it is because Nick only thinks she’s a friend while Caroline actually might feel otherwise (Remember that so far, Nick is just a royal/client that Jess speculates about with friends. Dare I say, gossip? Not mean spirited though. She wonders how difficult it must all be, the obligations and stuff like that)

Bonnie decides to organise a small engagement party - a second one - for the benefit of Caroline’s American friends. Since it’s an impromptu decision, Jess is called in for a great pay for the floral arrangements (+ invitation to the engagement) and she works late nights for three nights in a row. 

With Nick overseeing it of course, and also because he’s being courteous. Over prep nights, they become friends; also interactions  between Jess and Caroline, Nick and Spencer. 

Over these nights, they get closer and they talk about things - Nick wants to be an author, Jess’s mother wanted her to be a teacher but this just appealed to her more; her father had a green thumb. 

They talk about exes, Nick’s friendship with Caroline, Jess’s relationship with Spencer. 

(In their heads: Jess can see that Nick doesn’t care for Caroline that way and wants to tell him that he deserves love but zips it. Nick feels Jess deserves better than Spencer)

Night before the Engagement 2.0, Jess finishes early so Nick offers to drop her back home. He waits in the driveway till she disappears into the house and drives away. When Jess enters the house, she realizes Spencer’s been cheating on her. 

Cece forces Jess to go to the party and is also Jess’s +1 because she needs to get her mind off Spencer. (Cece meets Schmidt here). Jess looks hella pretty (Like in Season 1′s Wedding episode) but Nick notices that something’s really off with her and eventually finds her crying in the toilet. 

Conversation in the photobooth - flipped Wedding - Engagement party ends with Jess dancing the chicken dance to Groovy Kind of Love. Reluctant Nick joins as Cece drags Schmidt in, who peer pressures Nick. Caroline on the sidelines, watching quietly.

Next day, like in the show, he and Cece help her get her things back (Nick even plays the “I’m a royal” card). Cece notices the seemingly soft corner Nick seems to have for Jess.

Cece and Jess talk about it like in Cece Crashes but Jess is like “He’s getting married Ceec” and Cece brings up the conversation about Nick’s platonic feelings for Caroline. Jess is dismissive. 

Couple of days later, they’re driving to the wedding location again (for whatever reasons. Maybe another recee type of thing?) and parallels to Cece Crashes. Ends with Jess just fleeing home after he buys her red roses. She is spiralling now, y’all. 

Confused Nick shows up at her (and Cece’s door), demands an explanation - enter a lame ass excuse - She goes to the bathroom to collect herself and they head out again but she’s weirdly on edge, battling this in her head. When they reach the wedding location, she’s able to calm down because they were where he was going to get married. Cece’s wrong.

More stolen moments as he watches her quietly do her job, instructing different people what needs to be done. Nick is feeling things and that makes him very confused and even dazed.

Work done. On their way back, of course the car breaks down. Nick calls Schmidt to pick them up - They’re silent and Nick feels like he would burst with all the thoughts in his head, so:

N: Why lilies? J: What do you- Oh. I… They were my dad’s favourite. He used to buy them for my mom when she was mad, or sad or just to celebrate. She liked wearing them in her hair. Reminds me of…  happier times. *tears up a little, waves her hands but the tears come anway*  A-And the colours that they come in, it’s amazing. That’s one of the reasons why I think any place can be made to look great in just lilies because of the variety.N: That’s… sweet. *Quietly hands her a handkerchief - obviously has his monogram in gold hueuhe*J: I’ll give it to you, fresh and clean. I promise. *sniffles* (She never would)

They stare at each other until Nick clears his throat.

J: What about you, why lillies?”N: “Honestly? Because they’re the first thing they came to mind.” *pauses* *looks at her* I’m glad. I’m glad you’re around. 

Cue an almost kiss and Nick’s phone rings - a worried Caroline. Explains the situtauon and mild tension when she realizes he’s with Jess. “Are you okay? Why do you sound so out of breath?” “No I-I’m fine. Caroline, can I call you in a while?” “Sure, Nick. Of course.”

They won’t make eye contact. Furiously debating in their heads if they should talk about it. Schmidt’s timely arrival.

Schmidt drives them back. Jess dozes off in the back and Nick keeps looking at her in the rearview mirror. Schmidt: Thin ice, buddy, thin ice. Nick shushes him but decides not to talk about it, thinking of the kiss, but outwardly is completely dismissive.

At Cece-Jess’s apartment - awkward goodbye - doesn’t go unnoticed by Schmidt

Jess tells Cece about the almost kiss and nearly cries because she can’t do that. The whole “cheating thing”. Begs Cece and Winston (also a childhood friend) to just come with her everywhere and be the buffer. 

Enter Ryan Geaxinue, a cousin of Nick’s who has arrived for the wedding. ;) - Jess doesn’t have feelings for him per se, but they do have a one night stand. Nick is damn pissed when he finds out. [ A week before the wedding ]

They argue a lot about it, starts with passive aggressive comments and ends in a huge argument -  How it ends:

N: Jess, come on, I can’t be the only one feeling this way! J: Nick, you’re getting married. Married.N: I don’t love her, Jess.J: *scoffs* What and you love me?N: *is stunned and quiet*J: *bitter laugh* Let’s not get carried away, Nicholas. *shakes her head and leaves*

Cue angst. Lot of it.

Nick and Bonnie have a HUGE argument, Walt intervenes but that only pisses Nick off even more and he storms off. Caroline and Nick are on lunch date and she tries to coax it out of him - “…Nick, we’re friends. You can talk to me.” - but he is tightlipped and denies anything is wrong. 

Jess is sad too. Two days of running into each other awkardly while she’s workingts to avoid a run-in with Nick. He knows he should just stop visiting but he loves pain and wants to see her. 

Third day, she can’t take it and decides to just go to the venue really early to make plans and delegate later. Unfortunately, as she’s wrapping up he arrives - he wanted some peace. 

She starts to leave but he calls out to her, and she reluctantly joins him by the lake 

N: Hey Jess, what if I wasn’t getting married…J: What? *startled*N: You kept saying that I was getting marrieed… When I said I can’t be… the only one…J: Nick….N: Jess, please. What if I wasn’t getting married?J: But you are….N: That doesn’t answer my question.J: You are getting married. My answer doesn’t matter. You’re getting married in four days. Next week this time, you’ll be on your honeymoon. It doesn’t matter. N: What a mess… Why is everything so complicated…J: Not really, Nick. Caroline deserves love. You deserve love. N: *mutters* It’s not that simple….J: It is. When it comes to love, it is simple. N: Jess…J: Here are the final plans. *hands over papers*. I’ll have Rose contact you and she will take care of the rest. I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be around each other. Goodbye, Nick. *kisses his cheek and stands up.* Nick watches her leave and is sad. 

Nick goes home where Walt is waiting for him. Talks to him about love and stuff + parts of ‘don’t think about it’ monologue. Nick is worried about Bonnie though, but Walt says that he’ll make sure she comes around - “I owe you that much, son.” [ The amends that Walt and Nick never really made properly on the show ]

Nick talks to Caroline and they break off their engagement. Caroline is sad, but she gives it up gracefully. Caroline has a condition - “Only if I can still go to our honeymoon trip, by myself.” Nick says that they both deserve love and Caroline laughs “Wow you’re in love with her aren’t you” - Glimpse of their friendship.

Next morning, he shows up at Jess’s door and tells her that he’s called off the engagement. 

Lot of fluff. LOT OF IT. So much fluff. 

Some drama with Bonnie but everything’s okay in the end. 

They get married two years later. Caroline’s found somebody too, and everyone’s happy. 

Notes [ Important to the story’s finer details but not key. If I included these arcs as well, this post wouldn’t never end lmao ]:

Winston and Jess are also childhood friends. He’s Jess’s partner at the florist store. Business-wise. Owner of a security firm. Meets Aly, in charge of the royal family’s security.

Bonnie isn’t a fan of Jess, especially when she starts suspecting Nick’s feelings, but Walt loves Jess.

Jess encourages Nick to write and Nick starts to write The Pepperwood Chronicles. Caroline happens to read it once and when she reads aboiut Jessica Night, that’s when she realizes his feelings for her. A substory plot would be her internal conflict and unsurety after this. 

Oh boy that’s long. Not gonna lie, this fic escalated so much in my head and boy was it a lot of work. I have half a mind to actually write this, lmao. This would be a 2-part, really fucking long slow burn fic :3 

Feel free to ask me questions!! I might have missed a lot of things because I didn’t re-read it, so whatever you think I might have missed out on, do ask!!