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writemywaytoyourheart · 3 years ago

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 16: Heartstrings

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: romance, drama, angst, fluff

WC: 7.3k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, teenage heartbreak :(, two bumbling fools that are emotionally constipated, I think that’s it

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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6 years ago:

"Mina, I'm so nervous!"

Mina laughs lightly at the way you bounce up and down on your bed, "It'll be fine, ____! He'll totally like you back, girl don't even worry about it!"

You let out a nervous giggle as you jump off your bed and run to your closet, "What should I wear?"

"____, you literally have a school uniform," Mina laughs again.

You turn and pout at her, "Heyy, I know that! I was asking which one I should wear, the burgundy socks or the white ones? Tie or no tie? Blazer or no blazer? Long-sleeved or short?"

Mina shakes her head in amusement, "You're cute and he'll think so no matter what you wear," She rubs her chin in thought, "But definitely the white socks, the burgundy tie with the grey sweater vest instead of the blazer, and long sleeves."

You do a little dancy dance of excitement before grabbing the decided clothes out of your closet and hurrying to pull them on. Mina is already dressed in her uniform, waiting patiently as she sits on your bed.

When you're all ready to go, you grab the little box on your bedside table and run out of your room, causing Mina to stumble after you.

_______

By the time lunch rolls around, you're buzzing with excitement at the prospect of getting to see him.

Not to mention being able to finally tell him how you feel.

Mina is by your side the whole way to your locker as you grab the little box out.

She nudges your shoulder as you two walk to the cafeteria, "You can do this, ____."

You nod, your tummy all in knots to the point that you're not sure if you'll even be able to eat.

Despite that, you finish everything on your tray while your legs bounce in anticipation.

Once you two make your way outside to the field, you are trying your hardest not to hightail it back inside. Mina holds your arm though, preventing you from doing so.

"You can't back out now, babe."

Mina's words terrify you but you know she's telling the truth, you can't just go on without at least trying.

A bunch of kids are milling around outside, some of the boys showing off to the girls as they size how tall they are compared to each other.

Then you see him, in all his glory.

He's standing in the field with a few other boys from his class, chatting.

His dark blonde hair glistens in the sunlight as he laughs at something one of his friends said.

You feel your heart leap to your throat and you freeze, "I- I can't..."

"____," Mina turns to you, placing her hands on your shoulders, "I am not about to let you give up now, not right before you do it! Just go over there. If you can't speak, then just hand it to him, simple as that. He'll understand when he opens it anyway."

You nod stiffly, "What about his friends?" Your voice shakes, "I'm scared to do it in front of them."

Mina nods, "I got this."

You're about to protest but she's gone, already marching her way over to them.

You watch in embarrassment as Mina taps one of the boys on the shoulder. He turns and smiles when he sees her. Mina is gorgeous, of course he'd smile when she spoke to him.

You're really her only friend, as she is yours, but the boys are constantly swarming around her nonetheless.

You start to feel self-conscious when you see the boy making your heart thump heavily look at Mina and smile brightly.

Shoot, what if he likes her?

You can't compare to her.

Besides, she's your best friend, you'd give him up for her if she wanted him.

You'd do anything for her.

You snap out of it when you see Mina leading the two boys that were with him away, then she gestures at you behind her back.

You force your feet to move as you hurry over to him before he moves on to talk with someone else.

Just as he's turning, you're coming up.

He almost bumps into you, a surprised gasp slipping from his lips as he notices you.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't see you there."

You smile crookedly, "It's- It's fine!" You squeak out.

His smile widens as he looks at you, "You're ____, right? Tenth grade?"

You nod like a darn bobblehead, your words suddenly stuck in your throat.

He's so handsome.

And cute.

And sweet.

And thoughtful.

And-

"I'm Jimin," He reaches a hand out to you, "It's nice to officially meet you."

You take his hand, letting him shake it as his bright smile continues to beam.

"I know, um," You need to get it together, "You're in eleventh."

He nods, "Yes, only one and a half years left of these ridiculous uniforms," He chuckles.

You nod stupidly, "Uh, yeah," A nervous laugh slips from your mouth.

Just do it, rip it off like a band-aid.

"I uh- I have something for you."

He looks at you with curiosity, his pretty eyes glancing down to the box in your hands.

Then his smile fades.

Your heart stops in your chest when you see the look of recognition on his face.

He's been confessed to before, of course he has.

Your shoulders slump.

You just want the ground to open up and swallow you.

He looks back up at you and gives you a gentle smile.

The smile of rejection.

"____, you're really sweet-"

Oh, no.

"I would say yes in a heartbeat, really. You're different from the other girls here, you care about people, I can tell. I've seen it-"

"But?" Your voice comes out as a whisper.

His smile turns sad, "But there's a girl I like already. I'm sorry, ____."

It feels like someone just tore out your heart and stomped it into the ground.

You don't say anything.

You can't.

It hurts too much.

You just open the box and pull out the note, tucking it into your palm before closing the box again and handing it to him.

Jimin takes it reluctantly, still watching you carefully, his eyes sad and regretful.

"____-"

"I hope you like the cookies," You smile at him, finally meeting his eyes, "Just think of it as a friendship gift, nothing more."

Jimin nods, still looking guilty as hell.

"I hope it works out for you Jimin, I really do."

"Thank you, ____."

Then you turn and walk away, pieces of your heart falling behind you with each step you take.

A minute later you hear Mina calling to you, but you don't stop.

You hurry inside and to the locker rooms.

You're hiding in a stall when you hear the door to the girls' locker room open and Mina's voice call out, "____, are you in here?"

You don't answer and a moment later the door shuts, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You curl up, pulling your knees to your chest as the tears finally come.

You wish you could just disappear.

The thought that you need to see him the rest of this school year and the next before he leaves is sickening.

Your heart has never hurt more than it does now, it feels like a bunch of swords are impaling it over and over again.

Fourth grade.

You had liked him since you were in fourth grade, he was in sixth.

It was the day that you had tripped and spilled your lunch tray all over yourself.

This angel had appeared, pulling you to your feet with the brightest smile you'd ever seen. He had taken you to get another uniform in the office and even got you another tray of food.

He only ever said hello in passing after that, but you were infatuated.

You thought you had loved him.

Another sob cuts through the silence in the locker room as you realize you don't want it anymore.

You hope you never fall for anyone again.

Love is just a terrible joke, made to hurt the weakest, the ones that fall for it.

________________

"____?"

The handsome man standing before you makes your heart lurch.

What kind of joke is this?

You take a step back and clear your throat, "P-P-Park J-Jimin?"

His smile returns as he lets out a small laugh of disbelief, "You remember me?"

You nod reluctantly.

Jimin looks into your eyes just like he did that one day in elementary school, an angel appearing out of nowhere to save you.

"But, how?" He asks, clearly bewildered, "After the accident, you never..."

You suddenly realize you're standing there like an idiot, so you open the door wider and gesture for him to come in.

He walks in and sets the pizza you ordered on your kitchen table.

"D-Do you have t-t-time to talk?" You ask bravely.

Jimin nods, "Of course."

You two end up on the couch, an awkward silence falling around you.

You can't look him in the eyes because every time you do, he's just staring at you like you're the lost puppy he'd been looking for for years.

"It's been so long," Jimin says quietly, "It's been like six years since we actually spoke."

You nod, "The d-d-day you rejected me."

When you look up at him he looks heartbroken, so you give him a small smile, "I'm j-just giving you a hard t-t-time."

Jimin nods sadly, "I'm so confused. I just- I thought you had forgotten me after you were in the hospital..."

You say nothing so he continues, "No, you did. You did forget about me, I tried talking to you and-"

"I know," You whisper, "I'm s-s-sorry Jimin, but I lied."

That makes him freeze.

"You and M-Mina were the only two I r-r-really remembered."

It's silent for a minute, then he whispers, hurt, "But why?"

You look back at him, "It h-h-hurt too much to talk to y-you. I'm sorry."

Jimin nods sadly, "Don't apologize, I understand. But, how did you remember me?"

You laugh, embarrassed, "I had k-kind of been in l-l-love with you since elementary s-school."

Jimin's eyes bulge out of his head, "What?"

"Yeah, since w-we met. After you had h-h-helped me clean the mess I made." Jimin looks lost for a minute, then his eyes light up with recognition, "Oh! Oh, really?"

You nod, another laugh slipping out.

"So, you didn't lose your memory of me...because you still had your memories from elementary school?"

Another nod.

"But then, how did you remember me rejecting you?" The words taste bitter in his mouth.

You shrug, "I don't know, I j-j-just did. A few th-things came b-back to me after leaving the h-hospital."

"I'm sorry that had to be one of them," Jimin whispers.

"It's o-okay, you had n-no obligation to like me b-back," You take a deep breath, already feeling better after getting that off your chest, "Whatever h-happened to the girl y-y-you had liked? Did you a-ask her out?"

Jimin nods with a sad smile, "Yeah."

"A-And?"

"We dated until college...then I found out she cheated on me and we broke up."

Your heart breaks at that, "J-Jimin, I'm so-sorry."

"Don't be, it was for the best."

You sit in more silence for a bit, but this time it feels more comfortable.

Then Jimin speaks up again, "So what are you up to these days, ____? Any special man in your life?" He wiggles his eyebrows at you jokingly.

You laugh, "I am a k-k-kindergarten t-teacher."

Jimin's eyes light up, "Really? Congratulations, ____. You seriously deserve it."

"Th-Thank you. And w-what about you?"

Jimin sighs and gestures at his outfit, "Clearly I'm not as successful as you," You laugh and shake your head as he continues, "I'm just working this delivery job until I get my foot in the door for some journalist positions."

Your eyes grow wide, "R-Really?"

He nods, "I've always wanted to be a reporter, a journalist, something like that. It's a lot harder than it looks though."

You nod, "W-Well I'm rooting for y-you."

"Thank you," He smiles warmly at you, "You were always the sweetest."

You blush at that and Jimin continues, "You never answered my previous question," He squints at you playfully as he points at you, "Any special guys?"

You're about to shake your head, then Jungkook pops into your brain.

His dark eyes penetrating your thoughts, his rosebud lips sneaking into your mind.

Jimin sees you hesitate and a knowing smile grows on his face, "Ah-ha! There is someone!"

You look at him, blushing profusely, "Th-There isn't-"

"Liar!" Jimin cackles, clapping his hands, "You are so in love!"

His words startle you, "I'm n-not! It isn't l-like that."

Jimin wipes at the gleeful tears in his eyes as he leans closer to you, inspecting your face carefully.

"I know that look, ____. You're smitten."

You splutter, "I-I-I am n-not smitten!"

Jimin smirks at you and you fight the urge to smack him.

Then he glances around your living room, "It's beautiful in here, did you decorate it yourself?"

You nod proudly, glad he's changed the subject.

You two make small talk for a few more minutes, just catching up on life.

Then Jimin looks at his watch, "Shit, I gotta go. Bossman will be livid with me for taking so long," He stands up and you follow him to the door.

"Thanks for having me, ____. It was wonderful to catch up with you."

You smile brightly, "I'm s-s-so glad that we were able to m-meet again."

Jimin gives you one last smile as he walks out the door, but before you can close it, he turns around, "Do you..."

You raise an eyebrow in question.

"Do you think we could meet up again sometime? Grab a coffee or something?"

You nod happily, "I w-w-would love that."

You end up exchanging numbers before he hurries on his way.

Closing the door, a huge smile spreads on your face.

Park Jimin.

Your first love.

Delivering a pizza to your door.

Who would've thought?

After a moment to process, you start to giggle uncontrollably.

What the heck just happened?

_____________

Jungkook is jogging up the stairs leading to your apartment when a pizza delivery guy comes down at the same time.

He smiles at Jungkook and moves past him.

Thinking nothing of it, Jungkook hurries to your door and knocks three times, waiting anxiously.

The door opens rather quickly like you'd been standing there.

"Ji- oh..."

Your eyes are wide as you stare at Jungkook.

He gives you a small smile, "Um, hi."

He sees you swallow thickly as you observe him, it takes you a minute to respond.

"H-Hi."

Jungkook bites his lip, not sure how to go about saying what he wants to say next.

"W-What are y-you doing here?" You beat him to it.

The way you say it makes his stomach turn a little.

When he doesn't respond, you sigh and reach up to rub your tired eyes, "J-Jungkook..."

He wishes he could say something, anything.

But it's like every single word he's ever known is suddenly gone out of his brain and he knows nothing.

You look so sleepy, the events from the past week are probably weighing on you right now.

Jungkook thinks as his gaze drifts over your exhausted face, his heart pulling apart in his chest as Mina's story comes barreling back into his mind.

After another beat of silence, Jungkook finally finds his voice and you decide to be honest with him at the same time.

"____, will you go somewhere with me-"

"J-Jungkook I'm t-tired of th-this-"

You both shut up and look at the other.

Jungkook's heart sinks in his chest at your words.

Your own heart feels like someone is poking at it with a sharp stick.

"What?" Jungkook whispers.

You cover your face with your hands, "I- I j-just..."

"Can I come in? Please?" Jungkook asks hopefully, wanting to correct things before shit hits the fan.

You nod and open the door wider for him to slip inside.

He immediately notices the pizza box on the table and his mind wanders back to the guy passing him earlier. He lets it go as he stands there, waiting for you to shut the door.

You do, then you walk over to the couch and plop down, curling your legs up and tucking them near you as you grab a pillow and hold it tightly to your chest.

Jungkook takes a few very deep and very calming breaths before walking over to the couch to sit down.

He needs to just keep breathing, or else he'll mess shit up again with his stupidity.

You fidget quietly as Jungkook stares at the Barbie movies in the glass cabinet under the TV. He doesn't know why he can't seem to look away from them.

"She just finds comfort in things like coloring, watching movies, eating sweets. Her brain was damaged, badly. But it's gotten so much better since then, she's made so much progress. She might act like a kid sometimes, but she isn't one and doesn’t think she is. ____ was innocent before and she's innocent now-"

Jungkook's breath hitches as he remembers Mina's words.

"Did y-you speak t-to M-Mina?"

Jungkook turns to you when you speak up quietly, noticing the way you won't even look at him. Your eyes are locked on the pillow in front of you as you pick at the loose threads.

"Yeah," He mumbles back.

You finally raise your eyes to his, "I- I think you sh-should leave."

Jungkook's heart stutters painfully.

"____, I need to talk to you."

"A-About what?"

"I-..." What does he say? He needs to get you out of here, he's run out of time, "I know this sounds dumb, but would you go somewhere with me? Just for a little bit."

You just stare at him, your eyes reflecting a pain he's never seen in you before, even after he was horrible to you in the rain, even after his dumb ass forced you to go home and ruined your day.

This pain is a first.

He shifts his body towards you more, "____, what's going on? Are you oka-"

"No."

He freezes, his mind short-circuiting at your bitter response.

"No, I'm n-not. I'm n-n-not okay."

You can see the way his eyes flicker back and forth between yours and it makes your heart race.

You can't handle this.

You don't like pain, you don't like it.

You always run from it.

Maybe you are just a child.

More reason to put an end to this anyway.

The insecurities swarming your head finally come out, in an angry huff of air, startling Jungkook when you stand up abruptly, still gripping the pillow.

"I n-n-need you to leave."

Jungkook stands up too, his tall frame looming over you and making you look down at the ground.

"I can't," He mutters.

Your eyes trail up to his, anger burning in them.

Why is life so unfair?

Why can't someone just like you, for you?

Why does reality always have to come and bite you in the butt?

"Go to M-Mina," You seethe.

Jungkook looks at you like you're crazy, his mind going in circles trying to figure out what the hell you're talking about.

"____, what?"

"You h-h-heard me," You swallow the lump in your throat.

Curse this stupid stutter.

You can't even tell someone something and be taken seriously.

Jungkook shakes his head slowly, his confused gaze locked on your angered one.

"Why would I want to go to her?"

You scoff, making Jungkook take a step back to observe you in disbelief.

What happened to you?

Were you really that mad about him asking you for her number? He didn't need it because he liked that brat, he needed it because he needs to save you.

But you don't know that.

How could he expect you to?

"Just...get o-out," Your voice is thick with tears.

Jungkook shakes his head again and takes a step towards you, his hand stretched out.

But you step back, away from him.

"Stop h-h-hurting me!" You suddenly raise your voice. It isn't anywhere near a yell but it shocks him enough. You never raise your voice...

"I'm sorry-"

You close your eyes and take a long breath as if to calm yourself down.

"I kn-know you like M-Mina. Don't m-make me hurt anymore by h-having to let go while y-y-you're standing right in f-front of me!"

Jungkook steps forward and grabs your hand, but you don't open your eyes.

You dare not look at him.

Not ever again.

Or you'll break.

You love Mina more than anything, you'd do anything for her.

That's why she was always pushing you away from Jungkook.

She likes him.

And of course, he likes her back.

The pain in your heart is causing your breath to shorten.

If you look at him now, you won't have the strength to give him up for her.

"____, I swear I don't like her-"

It isn't true.

"I just needed to ask her something!"

Stop trying to spare me the pain, just leave me alone.

"____, please look at me," Jungkook pleads.

No.

You shake your head, keeping your eyes closed tight.

Jungkook sighs in exasperation, "I had to ask her about your accident!!"

At that, your watery eyes slowly open.

Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief when he sees your beautiful eyes land on him.

Then you take your hand out of his and he feels his next breath stutter.

"What?" You whisper.

The words get caught in his throat for a second before he's able to shove them out, "I had to ask her about Kihyun, and the accident...I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I swear ____, I don't like her like that. Hell, I don't like her at all! Not to mention she hates my guts!"

Your jaw clenches and Jungkook wants to just beg you to listen to him, to please not be mad and just listen to him.

"I w-was in a c-c-car accident..."

Jungkook does a double-take at your words.

"What d-d-d-does that have t-to do with you or Kihyun? How is th-that any of your business?!"

Jungkook just stares at you as your face turns red, "I w-want you to leave me alone p-please. Stop playing w-with my h-heart and running out on m-me."

Jungkook feels like he's about to explode.

With anger, sadness, regret, and this weird protective stuffy feeling he gets when he's around you.

"I'm sorry-"

"And I f-forgave you."

He flinches at that.

"But an empty a-apology means n-nothing, J-Jungkook."

"It-...It isn't empty. ____, I know I'm stupid, I'm a grade A idiot! A fucking moron! But I never meant to hurt you by running out, I just- I panicked..." He's fumbling over his words, not even understanding what he's trying to say at this moment.

"W-Why would you g-go behind my back to t-talk about me?! Why not j-just come to me??"

"I didn't think you-"

"Didn't think I r-remembered it?"

Your voice is bitter, laced with hurt.

Jungkook nods slowly.

You scoff, "Y-You're right, I d-d-don't. I had to rely on M-Mina to tell me that m-my family died in a c-c-car crash and I w-was the only one that survived."

His chest hurts.

"Did y-you want to m-make fun of m-me? Figure out exactly w-why I sp-sp-speak like a fr-freak? Why everyone t-t-treats me like a ch-child?"

Jungkook's brows furrow, "Why on earth would you ever think something like that?"

"B-Because I'm n-not like you, J-Jungkook. You c-could get any g-g-girl that you want, but I w-was stupid enough to th-think it would be-...never m-mind."

Jungkook's brain is racing, he has no idea what you're getting at.

He doesn't understand what the hell girls are thinking or trying to say.

He knows he's an idiot, he doesn't know how to fix that.

But he needs to fix this.

And quickly.

He steps forward to grab your hands again, but this time you don't pull away, "____, I never meant to make you think I was using you to get to Mina if that's how you feel. I wasn't. I needed Mina to tell me because I was worried about you, I swear," His voice is firm.

You look at him, unsure.

Jungkook sighs, "I didn't go to you because I thought that you wouldn't remember, but more so because I didn't want to hurt you further if you did. I didn't want to stir up anything that you'd want to put away. I realize now that that was shitty of me to go behind your back, I should've come to you first, it was your story to tell. I'm sorry."

You blink, taken aback by how honest and sincere he seems right now.

You'd been hurting from all the running away and ignoring you and all that he's been doing recently.

This is the first time it feels like he's actually taking you seriously.

You bring your eyes up to his, "I'm s-s-sorry for lashing o-out. I have f-f-feelings like every-yone else and I w-was hurt."

Jungkook nods, "It's okay, I'm sorry too." His deep brown eyes search yours carefully as you continue, "You c-c-can like Mina, I-I-I underst-stand. She's b-beautiful..."

Jungkook takes you by surprise when he starts to chuckle. You look at him curiously, "W-Why are you l-l-laughing?"

Jungkook gently lets go of your hands, making you miss the warmth of them instantly.

He brings his hands up to run through his hair, "I can't believe you think I'd fall for Mina."

You scowl, "Why w-wouldn't you?"

Jungkook lets out an amused scoff, "She's not my type."

"Oh, y-yeah? What i-is your type then?"

He looks at you and you make eye contact for a second before your gaze darts away. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you for a moment longer.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jungkook says teasingly, noting that your cheeks turn pink as you shake your head in denial, "I d-d-don't care."

He laughs lightly and you feel your heart lift in your chest.

A minute passes in silence as the two of you try to think of what to say next.

You're a bit embarrassed about your outburst, but you know he understands.

You were valid in your feelings and he seems genuinely sorry for everything.

Jungkook's head is in a completely different place, trying to go about how to ask you to leave Seoul with him.

This is ridiculous, you'll never agree.

You watch as Jungkook's eyes dart around the room as if he's trying to figure something out.

"Y-You okay?" You ask, a bit worried.

Jungkook looks up, his eyes finding yours.

Just do it, Jeon.

Don't be a wuss.

"Will you leave Seoul with me?"

He blurts it out, figuring he'll chicken out if he doesn't.

Your eyes widen and you're shocked into silence for a good minute.

When the initial shock leaves you, you blink a few times.

Jungkook just stands there stupidly.

"Um..."

He winces at your hesitation although it was inevitable.

"...w-why?"

Damn it, he knew you'd ask, you'd be stupid not to.

He needs to make something up, fast.

"This- this seems like the worst timing possible... But I was...invited to uhm, to a thing, a thing in uhm, in Busan. It's like uh, a uh, a school reunion? Thing? Kind of? It's uh...."

Fuck he's a bumbling idiot.

Before he can make a bigger fool out of himself, you burst into laughter.

His chest feels lighter at the sound.

Well, at least he made you laugh...

You wipe at your eyes as you double over in laughter, a good contrast to what you were doing a little while ago, so he'll take it.

Jungkook just stands there, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches you make fun of him.

When you finally catch your breath, you look at him to see him scowling darkly.

You feel like it would scare anyone else, but it doesn't scare you.

You poke at his chest, the last of the giggles leaving your lips.

Jungkook stiffens when you touch him, but he will not let you know that your touch affects him.

"Are you finished?" He asks, trying to appear unamused.

You nod, still wiping away the tears of mirth from your eyes.

"So, w-what you're tr-trying to say is, you want me to go to B-Busan with you for a school r-r-reunion?"

He nods in embarrassment at the silly lie.

You laugh again, "Well, w-why didn't y-you just say that? I'd l-love to g-g-go with you!"

Well...that was easy.

Jungkook bites back a smile at the way you shake your head and giggle at him.

"W-When is it?"

"We'd have to leave tonight...like, you should pack now."

"Oh," You look at him in surprise, "Oh, um. O-Okay...how long w-will we be gone?"

The ridiculous contrast to what was happening a few minutes ago and now is going to give you whiplash. A moment ago you were yelling at him to stop hurting you and now you're agreeing to go to Busan with him...

What kind of a day was this?

"Uh, I'm not sure, I was hoping to just spend some time there and go sightseeing, maybe?" Jungkook answers your question awkwardly.

Your warm smile makes him swallow painfully, "I w-would love that. School d-doesn't start for an-another three weeks."

"Perfect," Jungkook nods, "Then it's settled, go pack."

You shriek in excitement and hurry to the back with a little skip to your step, "V-Vacation!"

Jungkook lets out a long breath, his heart skipping a beat at the happy humming floating from your room.

Thank goodness he was successful in that.

But what makes him feel even better, is the fact that your beautiful smile is back.

__________

"Sh-Should I tell Mina?"

Jungkook's grip tenses on the wheel at your words.

He isn't sure why, but he doesn't want Mina to know where the two of you are going.

"Nah, I already told her I was going to ask you to come with me. She knows," Jungkook prays that you'll fall for it, biting his lip harshly.

"Oh," You squeak from the passenger seat.

He swallows his heart that leapt to his throat at the adorable sound.

You look out the side window, watching as the sun starts to set, your head leaning against the glass.

"How l-long will it t-t-take us to get there?" You ask quietly, your eyes still glued to the beautiful colors running across the sky.

Jungkook glances at his phone where the directions are.

"Mm, since there's hardly any traffic, hopefully four hours?"

Your eyes widen a little and you make a small sound of acknowledgment.

"Hm, ok."

Jungkook drags his eyes back to the road, telling himself that he's not allowed to look at you the whole way lest he get distracted and crash the car like a fool.

Jungkook has some soft music playing in the background, making you smile softly to yourself. You didn't think him the type of person to listen to classical instrumental music, but it's nice and relaxing, especially for how tired you are.

An hour into the drive, you feel your eyes getting extremely heavy. You keep blinking them rapidly to keep yourself awake, but every time you blink it gets harder and harder to open them again.

Jungkook, as well as he had done the first hour, fails his own rule as he glances at you.

He had noticed the way you were shifting and jerking around for the past few minutes.

"Hey, you okay?" Jungkook asks gently before returning his gaze to the road.

You nod sleepily, a tiny yawn slipping out of you.

"J-Just a little s-sleepy is all."

A soft smile appears on Jungkook's face and you feel your chest warm at the sight. You can't stop staring at his side profile, the line of his jaw, and his adorably big nose, even his lashes are long and beautiful.

"You can take a nap you know-"

"Nooo, no no," You wave a hand in the air dismissively, "I'm n-not tired at all!"

Jungkook stifles a laugh at you contradicting yourself within thirty seconds.

He nods, "Okay, then you don't have to take a nap."

You smile drowsily, appearing almost drunk in a way.

Jungkook glances at you again.

Drunk from exhaustion, you most certainly are.

What a rollercoaster of a day.

He sighs, a gentle sound as he turns back to keep his eyes forward, "You look really sleepy."

"Y-You look really p-pretty..."

Jungkook, startled at your words, looks at you with wide eyes, "Huh?"

No one has ever called him pretty before...

You have an elbow against the console, your chin in your hand as you gaze up at him dreamily.

"I'm s-s-sorry I said all th-that mean st-stuff back at my apartment," You whisper, lips turning down into a pout.

Jungkook fidgets, "It's fine, ____. I deserved to get snapped at."

You shake your head, "Noooo," You say cutely, smacking your lips, "Nooo, you d-deserve th-the whooooooole world!" You gesture out, almost smacking him in the face.

Jungkook chuckles.

You're just tired yet you act like you've been drinking nonstop.

"You, J-Jungkook, you d-deserve to a...a? A h-hug."

He feels a pinching in his chest at your words.

"Thanks, ____."

You nod, your head lolling to the side as you start to drift off to sleep again, then you jerk suddenly as you remember something.

"M-My first love!"

Jungkook looks at you, bewildered.

"He-...b-brought it to me..."

Jungkook arches an eyebrow at you, "Who brought what to you, ____?"

"An angel brought m-me food t-today!"

Jungkook nods along with your nonsensical rambling, "That's cool," He muses as he passes a car on the highway.

"Yeahh..."

After that, you fall silent.

He glances over at you after you haven't spoken for a few minutes, to see your head resting against the seat, your mouth open slightly as you sleep soundly.

He fights the smile that's creeping its way onto his face, trying as hard as he can to pay attention to the road.

Jungkook reaches up a hand and slaps it across his face, harder than he had meant to.

He winces in pain, but at least it got him to think straight.

Jungkook keeps his eyes on the road (mostly) the rest of the way.

It's kind of lonely with you sleeping beside him, but he doesn't really mind.

It's around one in the morning when Jungkook gently shakes your shoulder.

You stir, your eyes opening into little slits as you look around in confusion.

"W-Where am I?" You ask, mumbling almost incoherently.

"We're here, ____. We're in Busan," Jungkook says softly, his hand still on your shoulder.

Once you're able to open your eyes all the way, you see the inside of Jungkook's car, then you turn your head to the right to see him standing outside your door, holding it open as he smiles at you.

"Oh," You say in surprise, "I f-forgot we were on v-vacation."

Jungkook chuckles at that, "Come on, ____. Let's get you to bed."

He reaches around you to unbuckle your seat belt, then you watch quietly as he grabs your purse and slings it over his shoulder.

Next, he grabs your hand and helps you out of the car.

You take in the sight of a small motel, very simple, very dark, and very very cute.

Jungkook watches your eyes light up at the place you'll be staying tonight.

"It's s-so cute," You whisper sleepily.

Jungkook shrugs, "I've never considered a motel to be cute before, but it's decent."

You keep a hold of his hand as you climb out of the car, then you shyly let go and follow him to the trunk where he pulls out both of your suitcases.

"I can c-carry something," You offer as you see him start moving with both of the cases to the front of the motel.

Jungkook shakes his head, his floofy brown hair flopping about, "I'm all good."

You bite back a laugh at the sight of him wheeling two suitcases with a purse slung over his arm, then you hurry to catch up to him.

Inside, there's a very small old man at the front desk, reading a newspaper.

He looks up when you and Jungkook walk in.

A friendly smile graces his features as he sets the paper down, "Hello there, how can I help you?"

"Hi," Jungkook clears his throat, "I called about two rooms earlier today...well, I guess it was technically yesterday..."

The man nods and grabs this little notebook, "Perfect! Name?"

"Uhm...Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook,” He says lowly.

Ohhhh, Jeon?

Even his last name suits him.

You see him fidgeting a little as the older man flips through the notebook, "Ah yes! Right here."

Then he turns to grab a key out of a little cabinet, "Your rooms will be one twenty-three and one twenty-two-"

He pauses, his hand freezing over an empty cubby in the cabinet.

"Uhm...one moment."

He shuffles behind a little curtain leading to a different room.

Jungkook looks back at you with a puzzled expression and you shrug, you don't have any idea what's going on either.

A minute later the man comes out with a regretful look on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Jeon. It would appear as though someone accidentally gave your rooms away without looking at the reservations," The man looks terribly guilty.

Jungkook bites his lip, "Uhm, alright, well can I get two other rooms then?"

The man nods quickly and ruffles through his notebook, then he looks at Jungkook again.

"We only have one room available. I sincerely apologize, this was my mistake-"

"Don't worry about it," Jungkook gives him a tight-lipped smile, "We'll take it. Thank you."

After getting your key, you and Jungkook walk out to find your room, not speaking until you get there.

Once Jungkook unlocks the door and opens it for you, he gives you an embarrassed smile, "Sorry, ____. I would take us somewhere else but it's late and-...I'll sleep on the floor."

You turn to him, "D-Don't be silly. We'll both sl-sleep on a bed."

He looks at you, bewildered, then his gaze follows your outstretched arm as you point at the bed.

Or...

The beds.

AH! A MIRACLE!

Jungkook sighs in relief, letting the door close behind him as he sets your suitcases to the side.

"Well this isn't so bad," He says as he looks around the room, taking in the twin beds with satisfaction.

Then he looks at you to see you gazing around in wonder, gently touching the bed and making your way over to the bathroom to peek your head inside.

When you turn back to him, your eyes are lit up like stars in the night sky.

"It's b-beautiful!"

Jungkook does one more look over.

There are twin beds with white covers and pillows, a nightstand between them and TV on a desk in front along with a coffee machine and glass mugs.

Meh, it's not a crappy place, he's been in far worse, but he's also been in far better.

Then something clicks and he looks at you again, "Wait, have you never been to a hotel- or- a motel before?"

You shake your head, your innocent eyes never leaving his.

Jungkook lets out a short laugh of disbelief, "Huh."

You walk over to your suitcase and grab it, pulling it with you to the bathroom, "I'm g-going to change."

"Uh-huh," Jungkook says, still trying to process the fact that you've never stayed in a place like this before.

When he hears the bathroom door close, he walks over to his suitcase and opens it up, grabbing out a t-shirt and some pajama shorts.

He makes quick work of changing, then he settles on the left bed, a groan leaving his lips as he lays back.

A moment later, the door to the bathroom opens and Jungkook sees you walk out shyly, a simple lilac nightgown draping around your frame.

He looks away quickly, fixing his gaze on the black screen of the television positioned in front of the twin beds.

You hurry over and climb into the bed on the right, slipping underneath the covers and sighing happily.

"Th-These beds are s-so comfy!"

Jungkook hums in response, his eyes still glued to the TV even though it's off.

You pull the covers up to your chin and close your eyes, letting out a tiny yawn.

At the sound, Jungkook's resolution crumbles and he glances over at you.

The way your eyelids flutter and your lips part slightly as you breathe makes his heart beat rapidly.

Suddenly, your eyes pop open and you're staring right back at him.

He was so startled when it happened that he didn't even look away, instead, his gaze stays locked on yours, eyes wide.

It feels like an eternity passes as the two of you just stare at each other, but it's really only a few seconds.

Long enough for Jungkook's heart to be in his throat and your tummy to start tickling.

Then you whisper, "I w-was just going to a-ask you to turn out the l-light."

A choked breath escapes Jungkook as he snaps his gaze away from yours.

"Oh, yeah sure."

Without looking at you, he reaches over to the table between your beds and flips the light off.

It's silent for a little bit, then Jungkook hears you whisper in the darkness, "I'm sorry a-about earlier."

"You already apologized, and I told you there was no need to."

You sigh and shift onto your back, "When is th-the school reunion?"

Jungkook internally groans, "It's in a few days."

"W-Why did we have t-to leave so quickly?"

Jungkook moves to his right side, so he's facing you in the darkness, but he can't make you out.

"I wanted to be sure we got a place to stay before it all filled up."

"Ah, okay."

Fuck, he hates lying to you so easily.

The fact that you have full trust in him is making him sick to his stomach.

But at least he got you here.

He's gotten you out of Seoul.

That buys him a bit more time to figure out who the hell placed the hit on you.

Then he'll take matters into his own hands.

After a few minutes, Jungkook is sure you've fallen asleep again, so it takes him by surprise when you speak up.

"What is y-your favorite flower?"

"Uhm, I'm not sure...I don't know that many flowers," Jungkook replies, his eyes still closed.

You giggle, "My f-favorite is the a-almond flower."

Jungkook nods thoughtfully, then he realizes that you can't see him so he clears his throat, "Ah, what does that one look like?"

"It's little and w-white with a h-hint of pink in the middle. V-Very cute."

Jungkook smiles, "Sounds very fitting for you."

Your cheeks heat up as you cuddle more into the covers, "Do y-you want to know th-the meaning of it?" You whisper.

He finally opens his eyes, but all he can see is darkness, "Sure."

He suddenly remembers your letter to him after you visited the field of dandelions.

What did you say the dandelion represented again? Oh yeah, hope and happiness...or something like that...

"It m-means h-hope and renewal."

Jungkook hears you shifting a little to get comfortable.

"That's nice," He says gently, "I guess the little simple ones tend to represent hope, huh?"

You positively beam, realizing that he must have remembered your letter to him about the dandelion.

"I g-guess so."

Jungkook turns onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.

Before he can back out, he asks, "What does the lotus flower represent?"

"Is th-that your f-favorite?"

Jungkook blinks a few times before answering you, "It was my mother's."

You sit up and look over at him curiously, wondering if something had happened to her with the way his voice sounded and the fact that he used past tense.

"Oh...w-well I happen t-to know that one," You lay back down, "It m-means enlightenment and r-rebirth."

Huh.

How ironic.

"Ah," Is all he says.

You lay there in silence for a little bit, then you remember something that you had wanted to tell him.

"Oh y-yeah, I had the w-weirdest dream the other day."

"Mm? What was it?"

"I w-was laying in a f-field of flowers. Purple f-flowers-"

Jungkook's brain suddenly snaps to attention at your words, "What did they look like?" He asks abruptly, interrupting you.

"Uh, they w-were some of m-my favorite flowers, they're c-called Agapanthus."

"Agapi- what?" Jungkook asks, face scrunched in confusion.

You laugh and blindly reach for your phone on the nightstand.

Jungkook looks over to see a blue light illuminating your face as you look at your phone and his breath gets caught in his throat.

Fuck.

Don't be stupid, Jungkook.

He looks away quickly.

"H-Here," You stand up and waddle over to his bed, plopping yourself down on the side of it and jostling him a bit. Jungkook swallows thickly at the close proximity all of the sudden.

You hold your phone close to his face, watching as he squints at the picture of the flower you were talking about.

"A-Agapanthus," You state again, smiling.

But Jungkook barely hears you, he's frozen, staring at the picture in your hand.

That's the flower that was in his dream the other day.

The field was full of them.

"Anyw-way, I w-was lying there. It w-was so vivid. Th-Then I realized I was h-holding someone's hand-"

Jungkook can't tear his eyes away from your phone, his heartbeat increasing the more of your story you tell.

"I c-could tell it w-was a guy's hand, b-but I couldn't turn my head to see who it was."

His eyes finally drift from your phone up to your face where you're sporting a faint pout.

He doesn't know what possesses him to ask, all he registers are the shaky words suddenly coming from his mouth, "What's the meaning of this flower?"

Your gaze shifts to his and you smile softly, "L-Love."

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a/n: jk is a damned fool, who’s with me.

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noncommited-writer · 5 years ago

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WARNING FFH SPOILERS!!

Basically all my thoughts!

Okay can we just talk about literally the beginning??????

'I Will Always Love You' memoirs??? Holy shit I was cackling but also crying inside when they showed pictures of Tony

Then the whole plan??? To get MJ??? Oh my god, I fucking melt. I want a man like Peter who will confess to me on top of the Eiffel Tower and buy me jewellery based on the shit I'm passionate about!!!!

Also, that scene at the shelter? When he becomes overwhelmed by the mention of Tony, I started to think he might have PTSD or some sort of knee jerk reaction whenever he hears his name. The way he was already teary eyed after swinging away. I couldn't deal with that.

Then the whole plan failing on the plane and oh my god the bathroom scene?? When he starts cleaning up oh my god that's just pure cinnamon roll Peter, I die I swear.

Theeen Betty and Ned???? OH MY GOD SUCH CUTIES!!!!!! AHHHHHH they were so fun to watch istg "babe?" "babe."

When they had the whole montage of Peter just trailing around MJ and being sulky over Brad like an adorable puppy. Then getting that necklace??? Ooooof ugh kill me with your cuteness istg.

Then the whole thing with Peter not having his suit with him??? And wearing that festival mask? Shit cracked me up

And dear god save this kid from the never ending concussions from the bell tower.

Then the whole conversation between Talos Fury and Peter in his hotel room. Literally two very different energies meeting to a head. It was glorious.

Also when they introduced Quentin?? I was like fucking shOOk. For two reasons

One because he was such a dramatic, unsubtle, little bitch talking about his family's death and praising Peter like Tony did!

For another, BECAUSE HE HAD LOWKEY DADDY ENERGY AROUND PETER AND THE WAY PETER LIGHTS UP WHENEVER HE PRAISES HIM OH MY GOD IT REMINDED ME SO MUCH OF HIM AND TONY. FUCK.

ALSO UNIVERSE 616?? CMON BITCH HOW DARE YOU PULL THAT STUNT. MARVEL YOU COP OUT! :(

Then the inevitable glasses. Dear lord. Fuck me up with the whole Iron dad (or starker) feels that whole scene gave off. My heart hurted.

Then that scene when he had to take off his clothes to wear his suit fUCK! Lowkey tho I felt hot. Then Brad walks in and then tells him he's gonna tell MJ?? Like who the fuck????

Then that bus scene. Oh my god, shit made me laugh so hard istg. When he punched Flash and actually had to web the freaking air strike drone he sent in!!!!!!! Hswhhdhhe Peter is a fuckin mess.

EDITH :(((((( even dead I'm the hero. My fucking feelings took a fucking dive. "He always did love his acronyms" and the way Peter just chuckles, looks away with tearing eyes, voice cracking as he says "Yeah he did"

God fucking damn it.

Istg Marvel is just playing with my feelings now. It's so fucking unfair.

And then that whole fighting scene with the Fire Elemental? When I saw one of the drone take the hit, I was like. Wait a fucking moment.

Also, I caught this thing where Mysterio's magic hits the windshield of Fury’s car but instead of cracks like it should be, I saw bullet holes. And I took a moment to notice that.

NIGHT MONKEY! NIGHT MONKEY!

Then that bar scene!!!! Jesus christ. That was a whirlwind of emotions. The way Peter's smile just dropped when Beck wore the glasses and saw Tony within him. God.

Also like those backstories????? Damn. Legit. I got no other words.

The way that Peter seemed soooo disappointed when MJ lied about the reason why she kept staring at him? Ugh my heart.

YAS GIRL DO IT FOR ALL OF US! TURN AROUND!!!! (Also what the fuck that cute little chub on Tom's tummy before he tenses up for the camera is so fucking cute oh my god I fucking melt, I wanna hug him)

"It's not a competition." Yea sure, Ned. Sure.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK.

THAT WHOLE ILLUSION SCENE?

One of the best things ever. It reminded me so much of the intros to the James Bond movies. All the smooth transitions and stunning fx. Fuck. It was all trippy.

And jesus. Using MJ like that????

Also What The Actual Fuck. When he made an illusion of Tony rising from his grave.

When I saw that tombstone, I already knew what name on it was. Didn't make it easier to see it with my own eyes.

I cant with this movie its too much for my poor heart to take.

Jesus christ when he got hit by the train.fuck nylife.

Then happy?

Oh no, I actually pretty much died at this scene.

The way Peter was so desperate on who to trust and the way he just relaxed when he realised Happy wasn't an illusion. The way Happy just went with it immediately, having similar past experience with Tony's paranoia. The way he held Peter in his arms, confused but so so so worried. The way he takes care of Peter's wounds and tries to calm him down. The way Peter breaks down over being alone, his friends being in danger, hurt over MJ, not being enough to measure up to Tony, all of his emotions coming to head. That was probably the most grounding scene I've seen of Peter ever. It really hurt in all the best ways.

"You can't measure up to Tony. No one can. Not even Tony." That line was so good because he knows the weight thats on Peter's shoulders, he knows that Peter feels pressured to take on the world, unwavering and brave and so sure of himself like Tony was. But the truth is, Tony was exactly like him behind the scenes. Tony was always breaking down, lagging behind and alone. So when he sees Peter break down, it's like seeing Tony all over again. And he can't help but soften.

"I don't think Tony would have done what he did if he didn't know you were going to be here after he was gone." And that just shattered me. He basically said that Tony would've done it all over again if he knew Peter was going to come back.

That moment, when he stares at Peter, that moment when he notices something that twists and warms his heart at the same time. When he sees Peter handle that tech and holograms seamlessly like Tony did, the way he runs his mouth with his genius, the way he seems so excited over the tech, you can see in Happy's eyes that all he sees is Tony. Tony imprinting the best parts of himself onto Peter.

He knows Peter can handle it.

And jesus christ, baby no. Its not led zeppelin, cmon.

That whole fight scene was fucking lit! I can't really explain much but wow MJ!!!! GO MJ AND BETTY!!! AYYY.

Fuck and the way Peter used his Peter Tingle to fight off the rest of the drones. That was so cool. Then when illusion Beck was handing him the glasses, he already knew that it wasn't the real him.

That heartbroken look in his eyes when he realised he can't save Beck.

His voice cracking when he wants to know theres no more illusions.

That peck? That kiss? That makeout???? These two ooze so much chemistry it actually hurts.

Ahhh that hand brush and them actually holding hands!!!!! That!!!!!!

Then flash with his mother not being around comment, fuck that kinda hurt me in the feels.

Peter having an intervention with Happy and May???? Holy shit I need more of that.

Then that date? Where they swing??? Wow goals.

And fuck Peter getting exposed. I swear my heart dropped down to my stomach.

ALSO J JONAH JAMESON HOLY SHIT I WAS SHAKING BECAUSE OF THAT!!!!

Credits scene:

Fury taking a vacation but not really is such a mood. Like he'd like a vacation but he also has to work. Idk but it might be hinting at the next captain marvel movie!!!!

Ahhh

This movie is a treasure. I am most likely going to watch it again because wow. I don't think I can take it all in 100% without watching it twice.

I saw it only a few hours ago but I already love it with all my heart. ❤️

I cant believe Marvel has me hooked with their Peter Parker. ❤️❤️❤️

#Spiderman far from home #Spiderman far from home spoilers #Far from home spoilers #Spiderman ffh spoilers #Ffh spoilers

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suckerforsmylex · 5 years ago

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Ripe Peach - Pt. 1

Peaches lay on her back on a cot with her arm connected to a blood bag. She felt strange and anxious staring up at the ceiling, squeezing the foam ball in her palm. It took some time, but eventually her nerves settled and she wasn’t so afraid anymore. It was her first-time giving blood and she was proud that she had the guts to come in and contribute. There had been a long-standing shortage of her blood type throughout Gotham and she decided to take the day off and donate at the clinic. She almost chickened out, but she decided to be brave for once. She needed to feel good about something. She needed to feel a sense of worth.

A nurse came over and removed the medical tubing from her arm and taped an iodine covered piece of gauze over the open vein. “Okay, you’re all set, honey, let’s sit you up.” She placed a gentle hand behind Peaches’ back as she lifted herself up. “Slow and steady. Do you feel okay?” The timid girl nodded and swung her legs over the side of the cot. “Alright, you just sit there until you feel ready to go over to the snacks and juice. Make sure to eat something so you don’t get dizzy or faint.”

After a short while, Peaches made her way over to the table of snacks. Chocolate chip cookies, breakfast bars, orange and apple juice were spread out on the table where other donors sat munching and recovering. A couple of thin, pretty girls sat at the middle of the table snacking on the refreshments and giggling as they looked at their phones. One of the girls loosened her hair out of its perfect pony tail and shook it out.

As her loose curls fell over her shoulders, she started to fan her face. She started getting pale and looked like she was about to pass out. Everyone turned to see if she was alright. A muscular guy who reeked like Axe body spray scooped her up from behind and held onto her shoulders. Peaches was just about to sit down when the faint girl’s skinny friend looked up at her and smiled.

She’s looking at me and I know she’s probably hoping that I don’t sit here.

Peaches looked down at herself and caught a glimpse of her red, V-neck shirt. Her breasts filled every inch of the shirt and then some. Their plumpness seemed almost X-rated to her. The curvature below her chin, her round tummy, her thighs touching, everything embarrassed her. It felt like the girl was shooting hot lasers right through her. She grabbed a bottle of water and walked briskly to the double doors of the clinic and pushed her way outside.

I’m on a diet starting now. No more sweets for me.

She started to walk back to her apartment with purpose. She’d taken a bus there but decided that she needed to get some more exercise. It was dusk in the city and the street lights were starting to turn on. Peaches stopped for a moment and looked down at her feet, feeling glad that she’d worn flats. The walking was starting to get to her already. If she had worn a shoe with even a tiny heel, her poor feet would have been crying. Peaches felt a slight wooziness come over her, but she shook it off.

I’m not getting on a bus and I’m not calling an Uber. I need to lose weight and a little walking isn’t going to kill me.

It started to drizzle a little and then thick raindrops were splashing onto her cheeks. She ducked into a department store to try to wait it out. The rain was relentless, but she knew a little short cut. There was a large, multi-level, covered parking lot near a jewelry outlet that was only a block away from her apartment. She’d have to walk briskly to the lot to escape the rain, but it was worth it to keep from getting soaked. She grabbed a free town newspaper to put over her head and walked over to the lot. As she made her way through the large lot, passing the parked cars, she began to feel the dizziness creeping up again.

Peaches regretted not having at least a bite of a granola bar or a bit of apple juice. The vertigo intensified quickly and then everything in her eyeshot was spinning. Suddenly, her knees buckled beneath her and she found herself hitting the hard pavement with a painful thud. The last thing she remembered, was seeing a very pale man standing in the distance at the end of the row of cars, his green hair bright against the dark interior of the lot. ————————————————————————————————

Her eyes fluttered open. The sound of a whirring fan woke Peaches out of what seemed like a dream. She was lying on her left side, swaddled in thick, purple blankets and propped up on plush pillows. Everything in her eyeshot was gilded gold and purple and richly decorated. Her head and body hurt something fierce. There was a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on the table. She leaned to reach over and get it.

“Careful gorgeous. We don’t want you moving around too much. You’re still pretty tender.” The raspy voice she heard chilled her to the bones. Peaches shot up and grabbed one of the fluffy pillows to defend herself. It was the only object close enough to her to grab. The man with the slicked-back, green hair was sitting in a large, leather chair facing the bed where she lay.

His shirt was unbuttoned and a bow-tie lay undone around his collar. He was covered in tattoos, including one that read ‘damaged’ across his forehead. His skin was abnormally pale and his eyes were ice blue. He was beautiful and she were pretty sure he was going to hurt her really, really bad.

A shooting pain ran through her left thigh and she winced in pain holding it. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you going to do to me,” she asked still holding the pillow and quivering like a leaf. The man smiled broadly and she saw his teeth, encased in shiny metal. “You were just standing there looking soooo sweet, and then you fell right down on the pavement like a very ripe, plump peach falls out of a tree. I brought you back to my place, to patch you up of course, Peaches.” He was leaning toward her, his blood red lips moving quickly as he spoke. His tone was erratic and it scared her.

“H…how do you know my name,” she asked, her voice shaking as she tried to position herself to lunge at him if he tried anything. He held up her license and she could see the contents of her purse spilled out on the table next to him. “I had to know who I was rescuing, sweetheart. Do you know who I am?” Suddenly it came back to her. She had seen him on the channel 9 news about a week ago. They reported the strange man as a murderous criminal. They showed footage of him shooting up a bank with an Uzi. She was injured, lying in a bed that belonged to the Clown Prince of Gotham, The Joker.

She shook her head and tried to pretend that she couldn’t remember, but it was already clear that she knew exactly who her rescuer was. “Ohhhh, don’t be coy, sweets. You can call me Mister J. I’m not gonna’ kill ya’…” Peaches threw off the blanket, jumped out of the bed and tried to escape, while he was mid-sentence. Big mistake. He grabbed her by the wrists in one fell swoop and pulled her taught against his body.

He looked at her, directly in the eyes, with unblinking rage burning into her face. “Now I just was in the MIDDLE of SAYING, that I wasn’t going to KILL YOU, PEACHES!” The Joker rolled his head around and growled in frustration. “Get back in that bed. You’re in no state to leave yet.”

He released her from his grip and thrust her toward the bed, running his hands through his hair trying to ease his frustration. “I’m going to take special care of you, my little peach. We have to get you patched up before I take a bite.” Peaches found herself being surprised that the short statement he had just made, aroused her. She batted the feeling away, knowing that he was probably just making a cruel joke. He was The Joker, right?

She landed on the fluffy bed, atop the ornate, purple comforter and then looked down, realizing that she was only wearing her bra and panties. She was so embarrassed that she started to whimper and wrapped herself beneath the blanket, all the way up to her neck. “May I please have my clothes back?” The Joker sat on the bed and reached for her face but she pulled away, afraid.

He put both hands in the air to show her that he wasn’t looking to hurt her, at least not yet. He thumbed a fat teardrop away from her eye. “When you fell, you hit the ground pretty hard, doll face. I had to take off your clothes to make sure that you weren’t bleeding or suffering any serious injuries. You bled enough today, no?”

The Joker held a sticker up from her purse that said ‘Thank she for donating to the Red Cross.’ “Let me guess. You didn’t drink your apple juice?” He started to laugh hysterically. “I brought you some grape soda. Drink this up.” He reached for the bottle and held the straw to her lips but she moved away cautiously.

“I’m not going to drink that.” The Joker let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s not poisoned or drugged. If I wanted to kill you or rape you, I could have done both about an hour ago. Drink the fucking soda.” Peaches put her head down and started to sob a little. “Trust me. I wasn’t worried that you would rape me. I can’t drink that because I’m on a diet.” She felt her face reddening as she said it.

Okay, he’s going to laugh at me or murder me in 3, 2…

The Joker’s face changed from annoyed to enraged and Peaches was seriously afraid that he was going to do something horrible to her. “COME HERE.” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of the bed to the other side of the room. The blanket fell away and she was grabbing onto his hands to try to stop him from ripping her hair out. “LOOK UP.” He was behind her with his hand firmly around the back of her neck. He was standing her in front of a gold, full length mirror.

She was humiliated, staring at herself in her red, lace bra and panties. She tried to cover up as much of her body as possible, tucking herself into him and squirming away from the mirror. “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t cover up. I want you to see what I’m seeing. I want you to appreciate it.” Peaches tried to wiggle away again and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back. He started to caress her body with his right hand.

“How can you not see what I am seeing right now, honey? You. Are. Magnificent. Your face…ohhh…like an angel.” His hand stroked her cheek and she felt it warm to his touch. His fingers worked their way down to her breasts. He rubbed over every inch of them except the nipples. "These tits. Nggggg, fuck! Look at these tits.”

The Joker rubbed down over her tummy, causing her face to flush and he noticed in the mirror. He leaned in and breathed into her hair and began kissing her neck as he continued rubbing over the curved surface. He kept locking eyes with her in the mirror as he whispered directly into her ear. “I love this fucking tummy.” She moaned and found herself feeling faint again. Peaches was still weak from not eating anything and bruised from the fall. She was also getting turned on by all of Joker’s “unwanted” attention.

He pressed her up against his body even further. “Ok beautiful, let’s get you back into bed.” He walked her back over to the bed and gingerly lay her down onto the covers. “Drink now.” He held the straw to her lips again and she stubbornly refused, causing the Joker to growl. “You’re going to drink this fucking soda and you’re going to like it. OPEN THAT MOUTH.” He took a sip of the soda into his mouth and broke the bottle on the table. He swiftly mounted her and held the jagged edge of the glass to her neck. Peaches opened her mouth and he kissed the soda into it. The sweetness of the soda mixing with her saliva against his hot tongue made her breathe heavily against him.

He ripped her bra off of her, releasing her ample breasts and he grabbed them both up into his hands, taking each nipple into his mouth, stopping to lightly nip at each one. He pinched both nipples tightly between his forefingers and thumbs. It hurt like hell and she cried out. “Say: My tits are fucking perfect.” She repeated him instantly, to get him to stop the painful pinching. “My tits are fucking perfect! My tits are fucking perfect!” The Joker released her with a grin. “Mmmmm…yes they are.”

He slid his body down lower between her legs and kissed her stomach. He kissed it in its entirety, making sure not to miss an inch. He made his way to her thighs and lightly kissed the insides of each one. Peaches pushed her hips up, hoping he would remove her panties next. “You know what, sweetheart? Daddy wants to see that beautiful ass of yours. Turn onto your belly for me.”

Peaches hesitated. She didn’t like not being able to see him and she was so self-conscious. She wasn’t even this intimate when she touched herself. That usually happened in the dark before bed, under the covers. “Did you think that I was asking you? Turn the fuck over so I can see your ass. NOW.” She could tell by his face that he wasn’t kidding. She turned over and gave him a full view.

“Fuck, look at this ass.” He grabbed a handful of each cheek and snarled. “Get on all fours and let me get a better look.” She blushed and did as she was told, inadvertently pushing up against Joker’s crotch. She could feel his erection against her panties. Joker grabbed she around the waist and bent over her, pushing his crotch into her more and wildly groping her breasts. “Mmmmm. I wanted to let you heal, my little peach, but Daddy can’t take it when you wiggle that ass. He bit hard into her neck, leaving a dark mark that made her flinch in pain and moan in ecstasy at the same time.

“Ngggg, fuck, Mister J….” It flew out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. This only fueled his unbridled savagery. “Oh yes, my little peach. Daddy is going to fuck you. But first, I’m going to taste you.” He yanked down her panties with her still on her hands and knees. Her sex was completely exposed now and he dragged the tip of his middle finger over her clit and down through her lips, feeling the wetness coat it. There was a slight ‘squish’ as he pushed into her. “My, my, my. This little peach is so juicy! Can Daddy have a taste?”

He leaned in and breathed in the scent of her sex. She could feel his warm, hot breath against her as he placed the tip of his tongue at the base of her dripping lips. He began to kiss gently, sucking and licking. “Mmmm…ssrrrrpppp…ptuckk…srrrppppt… mmmm…” The sound of him devouring her invaded the room and as his kissing intensified, so did the wetness and the sound became louder.

“Mmmm…Daddy’s gonna’ have a little bite of his juicy peach now, Peaches.” He took one of her lips between his teeth, pulling back slightly, and then scooped her clit into his mouth and sucked. “Ohhh God, please…” she cried out. “Mmmhmm, that’s right…oh God, please. What do you want, baby?” The Joker stopped and flipped she onto her back.

“Ngggg…please…” She was having trouble talking at this point. “Mmmmm use your words baby. Tell Daddy what you want.” Peaches rolled her head around into the pillow, gripping the sheets. “Ahhh…please fuck me Mister J.” The Joker leaned into her ear and growled again. “Mmmm. I can tell you meant that. Here’s what I want you to say. Say ‘Daddy, I want you to fuck my perfect, little pussy.’ Can you say that for me, doll?”

Peaches was so desperate to come that she couldn’t say it fast enough. “Daddy, I want you to fuck my pussy.” The Joker gripped her throat hard until she gasped for air. “Is that what I told you to say? Say ‘no Daddy’.” She choked out “achh…no Daddy…” He maintained the grip. “And what was it that I asked you to say?” Peaches grasped at his hands to try to breathe while saying it. “Daddy, I want you to fuck my perfect, little pussy.”

The Joker unzipped his pants and released himself. He positioned his tip and ran it up and down her lips, making sure to graze her clit. “Mmmm. I want you to say, ‘I’m perfect Daddy’ with every thrust and then I want you to come all over this big, fat cock. Do you think you can do that?” Peaches nodded and bit her bottom lip, hard. That was all The Joker needed to see. He spit onto her pussy and slammed himself into she so hard she felt it in her cervix.

“Say it with every thrust, my juicy little peach.” He was thrusting in hard and fast making sure that she could feel him filling her with every inch. “I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy….I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perf….ahhhh….ohhhhh….mmmmmmm….fuuuucckkk dadddddyy…”

The Joker could feel her clamping down with every muscle as she started to come. “Fuck yes. Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME NOW. COME ALL OVER DADDY’S COCK. Mmmm. I can feel you coming baby. Fuck do she feel how wet you made my cock?” The Joker pulled out and his cock sprung out angry and throbbing. He was covered in her juices. “Come over here and clean Daddy’s cock with your mouth, sweetheart.”

He didn’t wait for her to move. He just straddled her face and started fucking her mouth. She tasted herself as he hit the back of her mouth with each plunge. “Ahhhh, yes clean your cum off my cock, my little peach. Taste how good you are. Ahhhh…achhh…FUCK! Mmmm, fuck, suck it all up.” His hot cum spurted into the back of her throat as he drained his balls into her. It felt satisfying to see him spent as she looked up at him. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as he collapsed onto the bed beside her. He reached out to kiss her forehead with a smirk and then each one of her bruises.

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myaekingheart · 6 years ago

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4. Little Bell

read the scarecrow and the bell on ao3

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Bright lights flickered across the room as the sky roared with the threat of rainfall. Kakashi only glanced up from his book for a moment, an involuntary response to the flashes gracing the sky. A storm was certainly inching closer from the west. He thought about the chidori, and those days training Sasuke to use it correctly. His heart hurt for Sasuke. Naruto was so desperate to find him, but the Uchiha kid was likely far gone by now. I shouldn’t have been so naïve, Kakashi thought. I should’ve known better.

A stirring against his chest brought him back to center. He peered over his book to the kunoichi at his side, her head resting on his shoulder. She was completely passed out, her own book laying open against her chest. A soft smile touched Kakashi’s lips. There was something so pure and vulnerable about when Rei was fast asleep. Hell, she was fast asleep when he first met her. He brushed the hair out of her face, revealing the one eye always covered by her bangs, and fell back into reminiscing of those halcyon days of their youth.

The sun shone brightly as a young Kakashi splashed in the shallows of the lake, laughing wildly. His mother watched from the bank, smiling at her beloved son. At nearly three years old, he hadn’t a care in the world. A window swung open and Sakumo popped his head out into the fresh air. “Aijo, Kakashi! Come in for a moment!” he called. “I have someone I’d like you both to meet!”

Kakashi furrowed his brows at the interruption. He was having such a good time, he didn’t want it to end. When Aijo scooped him up into her arms, however, he melted and couldn’t help but comply. She carried her son into their little home where a vaguely familiar couple stood protecting something precious.

Sakumo smiled at his son, speaking in soft tones. “Kakashi, you remember Hana and Yuruganai, right?” he asked. Kakashi couldn’t quite say that he did. Their faces were familiar but left too little an impact for him to really care. “Last time you met them, Hana was expecting” Sakumo went on. It was then that Kakashi began to remember. It was only months earlier, a slender hand rested upon a bulging belly. Hana and Yuruganai are going to have a baby, his father had said. Kakashi had raised a brow as he stared back at the woman. He was an intuitive child, but this was something he didn’t quite understand nor did he really care to. Now, however, his interest was piqued.

“The baby was inside of Hana’s tummy, Kakashi” Aijo elaborated, “But now she’s been born and we’d like you to meet her.”

Hana smiled softly at the young boy, tilting the little bundle to reveal the crinkled face of a newborn. Kakashi peered at her curiously, eyes widening. She was so tiny and squishy with a thin layer of reddish hair and dark, squinty eyes.

“What is she called?” he asked, meeting Hana’s eyes.

She stroked her baby’s cheek as she affectionately answered “Her name is Rei.”

Rei. Kakashi liked that name. It had a nice ring to it. “What’s it mean?” he asked.

“It means ‘little bell’” said Yuruganai. Kakashi nodded in wonderment and understanding. Somehow, it fit her. He didn’t know how, but it did. The longer he looked at her, the more he wondered about what kind of person she would become and how fast she would grow. She was so small and fragile, he could barely believe it. Something warm and kind tinged inside of his chest for a moment, a brave idea filling his head and tugging the corner of his mouth upward. He motioned for his mother to come nearer before whispering in her ear. As he spoke to her, a sweet smile touched her lips and she kissed her son’s forehead.

“I think that’s a wonderful idea” Aijo replied softly.

“What was that, son?” Sakumo asked. Aijo encouraged the young boy to repeat what he had said for everyone to else hear.

“I said that from this point forward I want to be Rei’s ninja. I want to protect her and make sure nobody tries to hurt her” he said quietly. Hana blushed, honored.

“Why thank you, Kakashi. That means so much” she said, kissing him on the forehead as a sign of thanks. Kakashi’s face burned red and he averted his eyes. He didn’t quite understand why, but he just felt so compelled to ensure this little baby was kept safe. Anyone could easily hurt her if they really wanted to. He didn’t want to give anyone that chance.

Kakashi was brilliant, a true prodigy. All of his teachers at the academy enthused of how great a shinobi he would someday be, how he was sure to follow in his father’s footsteps, leaving a stamp of pride upon the young boy. Some of his classmates scoffed, some challenged him, others watched with wild fanfare. He would trudge home from a long day at the academy, their comments swirling in his head. No matter what may have happened during the day, however, there was always one constant in his life and that was the little girl waiting for him to come home.

“What did you learn today, ‘Kashi?” she’d ask, waving at him widely and swinging her legs from the front porch of her home. The Natsuki family lived right next door.

Kakashi would settle in beside her, feeling her little hand rest on top of his. “Today we took the bell test” he replied, “in order to become genin.”

Rei’s jade eyes sparkled. “What did you have to do?” she asked. She wanted to know everything. After all, if she was going to become a big, strong ninja like Kakashi someday, she needed to prepare. Kakashi stood and motioned for her to follow suit.

“Alright, you be the sensei. Pretend you have two bells at your waist” he instructed. Rei straightened her back and nodded definitively. “Your goal is to make sure I don’t capture the bells. Understand?” Again, Rei nodded. In a flash, Kakashi disappeared and began zipping around the yard pretending to try and capture these imaginary bells. Obviously, he was going easy on her. Rei shrieked with laughter as she ducked, jumped, and did everything else in her power to avoid being captured. A sly smirk touched Kakashi’s lips as he dove from behind and wrapped his arms around Rei. “I win” he announced.

Rei’s eyes widened as she tilted her head back to peer at her friend. “I thought you were supposed to catch the bells, not me!” she exclaimed. She wiggled in his grasp.

Kakashi chuckled and shook his head. “You are the only little bell I want to catch” he said bluntly. Rei’s cheeks burned bright red as Kakashi released her from his embrace.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked curiously, wrinkling her nose. She didn’t know if she should be afraid or excited, and yet somehow she felt as if she was both.

“Your name. It means ‘little bell.’” Kakashi explained.

“Why’d you want to catch me instead, though?” Rei asked. That wasn’t part of the plan, and she thought Kakashi was the kind of kid who followed the rules, anyway.

“Because” Kakashi said. He wasn’t looking at her. She thought that was strange. “I think you’re my aisuruhito.”

Aisuruhito? She didn’t understand. Before she could say anything more, however, the front door swung open and her mother peered out calling her for dinner. A sense of disgusting relief washed over her, her twisted stomach calming, as if she didn’t even want an explanation from him. She bid him a quick goodbye and ran off, feeling his eyes on her as she departed.

She was always there for him, his little cheerleader. When he graduated from the academy, she made him a congratulatory card complete with stick figure drawings of the two of them. She would always beg to watch him train so that she could learn all she could from him. Her desperation to become a ninja was admirable, though it was clear that opinion was not held by all.

Rei came running to him one day, tears streaming down her face. Kakashi immediately stood up and clenched his fists at his sides. “Rei, what’s the matter? What’s happened? Who hurt you?” he asked. She barreled straight into him, burying her face in his chest and wailing incessantly.

“M-mother and f-father…they said…they said I’ll never b-be a ninja!” she cried. “They told me…that…that being a ninja w-was bad and that…that they’d k-kick me out if I j-joined the academy.”

Kakashi sighed and wrapped his arms around her, eyes skating to her home next door. “What about Grandma Teiko?” he asked.

Rei wiped her nose on the back of her hand. “G-Grandma Teiko is the only one who b-believes in me. Sh-she said my parents n-need to shut their traps and l-let me go after m-my dream.” A small, sad smile touched her lips. Dear, sweet Grandma Teiko.

The young chunin leaned back so that he could look Rei in the eyes. “Grandma Teiko isn’t the only who believes in you” he then said. Rei blinked a few times, staring at him incredulously. “I believe in you, too. You should prove your parents wrong. Show them that you can be the best ninja there ever was.” The little girl’s face lit up at the prospect, hugging Kakashi tightly and thanking him for caring for her so. Not that it was any problem. After all, it was his job, wasn’t it? To protect her? Even if that meant from her own parents.

A fire burned in the back of Kakashi’s throat as he thought of how quickly their childhood innocence faded. He thought of his father, finding him dead no more than a week later. He thought of Hana and Yuruganai, their response to such tragedy. Of his mother, of Obito and Rin. He thought of the day Rei’s spirit shattered.

“Kakashi! Kakashi!” she shouted, darting toward him at full speed. Her face was dewy and flushed but she still had a grin pasted upon her lips. She had grown into a long-legged, gangly child with crooked teeth and wild hair. Kakashi looked up from his training, watching her approach. “I did it! I made it to genin!”

“Oh?” Kakashi asked. Genin at ten. Not too bad. Still not as good as him, but not bad. Earlier than most average shinobi, at least.

Rei nodded excitedly. “Yeah! So now I’m a cool ninja just like you!” she enthused.

Something inside Kakashi shifted. He turned his eyes back to his kunai, a blank expression upon his face. A flock of birds flew overhead. “Rei, don’t get upset, but you don’t want to be a ninja.”

The young girl scoffed, crossing her arms. “What are you talking about? Of course I do. I’m going to learn all the tricks and then you and I can fight together. It’ll be the best!”

“No, Rei” Kakashi shook his head. He focused his eyes on the target ahead. “You’re tiny. Weak. You’ll never make it. You’ll get crushed out there in an instant.” In one swift motion, he launched his kunai, the blade flying through the air before hitting the bullseye.

Gasping, Rei furrowed her brows and shook her head. “That’s not true! I’m strong! See?” she claimed. She ran to a nearby log and struggled to lift it over her head to prove her point.

“That looks a lot like the opposite of strength” Kakashi commented, barely even looking at her. He seemed to do a lot of that these days, not looking at her.

Rei huffed, clearly weaker than she had hoped to appear, before racing back to Kakashi and grabbing him by the arm. “Kakashi, why are you being so mean to me? I thought you believed in me!” she begged. He shook her off him and approached the target to collect his knife. Tears began to build up in her eyes but she refused to let herself cry. “I thought you would be proud of me, Kakashi! I worked so hard!”

The young jonin plucked his knife from the wooden stump and shook his head. “Well, you’re going to have to work a lot harder if you want to make it as a shinobi. I’m just not convinced you have what it takes.”

If Rei hadn’t known any better, she would’ve thought she was the subject of target practice and that kunai was stabbing her in the heart. Her chest ached, her throat tightened, and she could hardly hold back her tears any longer. “No! Y-you’re wrong! I will make it as a shinobi! I’ll be the best shinobi this village ever saw! I’ll show you! I’ll show everyone! I do have what it takes!”

As Rei screamed, Kakashi bowed his head and began walking away. He couldn’t argue with her on this. She needed to quit whether she liked it or not. The face of a dear friend flashed in the back of his mind, wide eyes and lifeless features gasping for breath, gasping his name. He couldn’t handle it.

“Don’t you walk away from me, Kakashi! Kakashi!” she wailed, clenching her fists at her sides. “How can you do this to me?! How can you betray me like this?!” She could hardly breathe, her chest ripping in half as she watched his figure shrink. She wanted to run after him but didn’t have the strength, instead falling to her knees hard into the dirt. “Kakashi!”

He refused to look back. He refused to apologize. He narrowed his eyes as he walked ahead, swallowing back the lump in his throat. Tears threatened to spill down his own cheeks but he would not fall prey to such idiocy. Real shinobi don’t cry.

A soft whimper and a stirring against his chest pulled Kakashi back to the present. He looked down at the young woman by his side, the tattoo on her shoulder and the mask on her desk. She had come so far. She had grown so much and yet he wasn’t there for any of it. She furrowed her brows then squinted up at him curiously, noticing a darkness in his eyes that sent a surge of adrenaline through her veins.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” she croaked, forcing herself upright. She yawned and rubbed her eyes one after the other as to never breaking eye contact with him. He stared at her for a moment before all the darkness began seeping out of him, making way for goodness and light.

Kakashi shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Nothing” he replied. “Everything’s alright. I was just thinking.”

Rei raised a brow. “Oh? What about?”

He could’ve told her everything. He could’ve given her a long-winded explanation of all the painful memories he had revisited. Instead, he leaned his head back against the couch and replied tranquilly “About how much I love you.”

The kunoichi immediately froze, her body tensing. Her lungs deflated as if she had just gotten kicked in the back. “W-what did you say…?” she murmured.

Kakashi blinked, sat up, and shifted to better face her. He hadn’t necessarily planned to say what he did, the words spilling out on their own accord, but now that he had, he didn’t regret it. Smiling, he repeated, “I love you.”

Rei’s heart fluttered, tears brimming. This was the first time Kakashi had ever said anything of the sort to her. To think, after so many years, Kakashi Hatake loved her. Without a moment’s hesitation, Rei leapt forward to wrap her arms around him tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck. Nothing felt real, and yet somehow at the same time everything felt more real now than ever before. “I love you, too” she whispered back. “I always have.”

#hi look whose back at it again with the kakashi x rei shit #prepare for a feels trip motherfuckers because this one hurts #kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #kakashi x rei #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction #ramblings

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diyunho · 8 years ago

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The Joker x Reader -“ELLIS”

Nothing is ever easy with him, but this time he really crossed the line. If The Joker doesn’t care about anything at all, what is the point of you two being together? Unless…maybe he gives a damn about at least one thing.

You always drive back to Gotham on lonely, deserted roads, trying to avoid traffic as much as possible.

“J, we’re close to our cabin, we should stop and spend the night; just me and you, yes?” you smile, attempting to be cheerful and lightening up the mood.

“I don’t feel like it!” he bitterly replies, keeping his eyes on the road.

“We’re almost at the turn we have to take to get there. Come on… please?”

“NO! I told you I don’t feel like it!” he snarls, clenching his fingers on the steering wheel. You place your hand on his thigh, caressing it with your thumb:

“Baby, it’s not my fault the meeting didn’t go well.”

He pushes your hand away, still fuming. You look outside the window and take a deep breath, watching the sun going down behind the trees.

“J, come on, don’t be like this…You know I love you,” you tilt your head towards him, hoping he will change his mind.

“Right!!” he scoffs with a sour expression on his face.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you ask, getting restless.

“It means whatever you want it to mean!” the Joker snaps, quickly glancing your way.“You don’t love me, nobody does!” he hisses, being in such a foul mood he can barely concentrate on driving.

“Yeah…I wonder why…” you mutter but he heard you and it makes him even more enraged. You start massaging your temples; you really don’t need this after all the stuff that happened lately.

“J…why did we get married?” you ask, closing your eyes, thinking how much you wish your lives were different.

“Because we’re idiots, Y/N, that’s why!” he angrily raises his voice, accelerating. “Thank God you had the miscarriage three months ago because the kid would have probably had your attitude. I don’t think I could handle two of you!”

He hears you sniffle and your voice breaks down when you address him:

“Why…why do you say such cruel things?” and you start sobbing, deeply hurt by his words. “Stop the car…” you manage to speak through tears. “Stop the car!!!!” you suddenly hit the window with your first and he slams the breaks, unnerved.

You get out fast, taking your wedding ring off and tossing it in his lap:

“Here, consider yourself divorced!” you slam the door, frantically wiping your tears. He just grunts, annoyed and screams back at you: “Fine! I don’t need you anyway!”

“I don’t need you either!” you yell, whimpering, feeling so miserable you can’t wait for him to go away.

“I hope you die in these woods!” The Joker growls, taking off in a frenzy, aggravated.

“I won’t give you the satisfaction!” you shout, crossing your arms on your tummy, watching him disappear in the distance. You turn around and start walking back towards the hidden unpaved, unmarked road that leads to your cabin. It should be about 10-15 minutes away by foot. You recently passed the spot by car so it shouldn’t be too far. Add about 2 more hours of walking until you reach the destination and you should be there before it gets really dark.

You walk rather slow, deep in thought; being outdoors does make you feel a little bit better. It takes you more than 2 hours, but you are finally at the hideout. You go inside and turn the lights on, looking through your supplies to see what you could munch on. You decide to make a tea and wrap yourself in a blanket, then head out to the porch so you can enjoy the silence you crave so badly.

You have your little backpack with you and search inside until you find the ultrasound picture you kept from when it was confirmed you were pregnant. Your eyes get teary again and you kiss the small image, talking to yourself: “He only wishes you would have been like me…” you sadly smile and your grieving is interrupted by the sound of tires approaching.

Oh, no, what is he doing here? you panic, covering your head with the hoodie in a failed effort to calm down.

He gets out of the car and slams the door as hard as he can, staring you down.

“W-what are you doing here?” you inquire, shriveling down under your fluffy cover. J walks the stairs up to the porch, barking your way:

“I wanted to see if you died on your way here this way I can bury you. It would have given me great pleasure.”

“I’m not sorry to disappoint,” you sneer, still holding the little picture to your chest.

“What’s that?” The Joker points towards it, even if he already has an idea.

“Nothing you care about…”, you chew on your words, making an extra effort to keep your composure as you return your treasure to the backpack.

He takes a seat on the bench that’s the furthest from you, legs up on the railing, trying to light up a cigarette when you unexpectedly rush to yank it out of his hand and toss it to the ground, stepping on it:

“You quit two years ago!”

“Give it a rest before you make me mad!” J growls, taking out the full pack of cigarettes but you snatch it from him, breaking and tearing it to pieces, frustrated about everything and taking it on his nasty habit.

He takes a deep breath, trying not to lose his temper and warns you:

“Stop your shit, Y/N, you’re pissing me off!”

You don’t even care and continue:

“Go back to Gotham, I want to be alone! I don’t want you here, go away!” you shriek through your clenched teeth, heading back inside, trying not to cry.

“I don’t care about what you want; this is my hideout too!” you hear him grumble and don’t care for the rest since you step inside the bathroom, closing the door. You are so ready for a shower and a bit of sleep to calm down the tension you feel in every muscle of your body.

15 minutes into it and J parts the curtain to the side, making you jump since you didn’t hear him sneak in.

“Make room, I want to take a shower too,” he commands, getting inside.

“Go take a shower in the other bathroom!” you plead, irritated he’s so inconsiderate.

“I like this one better!” he kind of shoves you to the side, getting under the warm water.

“Fine, you can have it!” you give up, grabbing your towel and step outside when he tries to snatch you.

“Where are you going? I wanna wash your hair!” he angrily yells after you, unhappy you’re defiant…again.

“I already washed it myself!” you slam the door and J continues his tirade, tossing shampoo and body wash bottles around the bathtub in his tantrum.

I just need some peace and quiet, why can’t I have that? you think while resting your back against the door for a few seconds, sensing your anxiety is going to reach new levels soon.

The Joker took his time in there but now he’s finally done. He searches for you inside the cabin but you are not there. He peeks out of the window and notices you are dozing off on the couch to the left side of the porch, covered in blankets. Perfect time to rant some more, you are definitely going to hear about how much you annoyed him today!

But when he sees you are in a deep sleep, something stops him. The corner of the ultrasound picture sticks out a bit from under your pillow and he slowly pulls it out, glaring at it for a few good minutes before putting it back with a remorseful sigh. He takes a deep breath and grabs more blankets from the pile on the table and covers you with them, keeping just one for himself. J also brings the gun from the car and seats on the chair next to yours, awake all night because he believes a wild animal might creep up on you.

When the first rays of sunshine pierce through the thick fog, he finally loses the battle and closes his eyes, exhausted. He wakes up three hours later, wrapped in a dozen blankets, not feeling the cold he braved last night anymore; it gets so chilly in these woods after sunset.

He finds breakfast and hot coffee inside but you are gone again. Probably hiking at your favorite spot, J assumes, munching on a few goodies from his plate. You’ve been away for a while and he decides to search for you, he doesn’t even know why. You aren’t too far, just about a mile away behind the cabin, legs crossed in the grass, reading a magazine under your umbrella and enjoying the warm temperature. You hear him approach and you don’t lift your eyes up. He doesn’t say a word and just imitates your position a few steps away from you.

“What are you doing?” you coldly question him, not thrilled of his presence.

“Nothing,” The Joker barely bothers to answer.

You exhale, turning the page and fighting not to pay attention to his nonsense:

“You can’t stay in the sun, you know you burn easily,” you grunt, indirectly inviting him to get lost.

“So? Why do you care? Mind your own business!” and he lets himself go on his back, enjoying the hot sun.

“You’ll burn badly, go in the shadow,” J distinguishes your low voice urging him to move.

He ignores your warning and after a few more moments he opens his eyes to see your umbrella by his head, shielding half of his body from the sun and you walking away.

She’s so obnoxious, I really hate her, is the last thought he has before closing his eyes again and falling asleep shortly after since he’s so tired.

************

You are nowhere to be found. The Joker searched the cabin and around it but you vanished.

Good, maybe she fell from a cliff and my problems are done, he maliciously grins, relieved and hoping for his wish to come true, but after a few seconds the evil smile freezes on his lips as he notices your backpack is gone. And the small post-it on the fridge he didn’t see before makes him cringe:

“I’m going back to Gotham.”

Crazy woman, walking alone in the woods, J growls, taking the car keys out of his pocket and heading outside.

*************

You discern the sound of the engine getting closer and closer and quicken your pace, not understanding why you can’t have a moment to yourself when you are very entitled to it. He passes you by and turns the car sideways, slamming on the breaks, gets out of the car and awaits your arrival, his blue eyes so dark it would make you hesitate on your decision.

Yet you avoid looking at him and attempt to go around when he rolls his eyes, fed up with your behavior and stomps towards you, lifting you up and slamming you on the hood, making you seat there against your will while you struggle to get down. J is blocking your way, not budging when you struggle to escape.

“Where are you going, hm? Are you really trying to get on my nerves?” he pins your hands behind your back, watching tears of frustrations forming in your eyes but you are too strong to let him win and swallow your vexation, finally looking at him.

“I’m walking back to Gotham,” you mutter, defying his blue gaze.

“It’s a long walk, Doll,” he pushes you up on the hood even more, making sure you can’t move.

“Why do you care? You don’t care about anything, not even…about…” and you can’t control yourself anymore and start sobbing, thinking about the mean things he said to you yesterday that hurt you so much. J knows exactly what you are referring to and sucks on his cheeks, gulping, finally speaking up on the subject:

“I did care about that…”

You shake your head in denial, whimpering, dismissing his words so he repeats:

“I did care about that.”

“N-no you d-didn’t,” you cry harder and The Joker sets your hands free, backing out just a bit so you can slide down towards him.

“I did, I cared about that,” he insists, rolling up the sleeve on his left arm to point out the huge “ELLIS” tattoo on his forearm. “Why do you think I got the name on my skin and didn’t remove it? I will always keep it, do you hear me? I did care…” his voice breaks a bit and wipes your tears, lifting your chin up, forcing you to look at him again.

Ellis is the name you two picked for the baby when you found out you were pregnant, fit for a boy or a girl. You were so excited and over the moon you didn’t have patience to wait any longer. But it wasn’t meant to be…

Since you can’t stop crying and he grows impatient, J yanks you in his arms, hugging you while you want to push him away.

“I did care…” he continues to whisper in your ear over and over again until he feels your body relaxing and your arms go around his waist, hugging him back really tight. Since you still won’t stop crying, he caresses your hair, tightening his grip on you too. He senses tears menacing to roll down his cheeks but he brushes the awkward feeling away, because it’s not like him to show any weakness. Instead, he chooses to be The Joker and he has to admit to himself it really takes a lot of effort this time around:

“…Say, Princess, are we still divorced?”

“U-hum,” you manage to squeal, sobbing on his chest.

“That’s too bad, I was hoping to get some tonight,” and he kind of sadly smiles when you pinch his side.” Since I’m here and you’re here, can we at least have an affair?”

“Stop your stupid jokes,” you scold him, sniffling. He kisses your temple and helps you down, regaining his posture, but still holds your hand.

He seems surprised when you push yourself against his body and make him pay attention to what you have to say:

“You can lash out at me, but…” and your voice shakes ”…you can��t say anything mean about our poor baby, do you hear me?” There is so much pain and grief in your voice that he has no choice but to nod yes.

“Don’t ever say anything mean about Ellis… promise?” and you cup his face, waiting for the answer.

“I promise,” he agrees so fast he shocks himself.

“Good then, now you are allowed to drive me back to Gotham,” you announce and take your backpack off, going around the car to get in on the passenger’s side. “Did you lock the cabin?”

“I did,” J reports and can’t help bickering as he starts to drive away:

“Allowed to drive you back, Pumpkin?! Like it’s what, a privilege??!!”

“Damn right it is!” you raise your voice and look out the window, ignoring the outburst.

“Pffttt, lucky me…” he grumbles but takes your hand and kisses it. You don’t object and scoot over towards him, silently leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Hey, Kitten, are we still divorced? Or do you want your ring back? I have it in my jacket.”

“I guess you’re allowed to give it back to me when we get home,” you decide with an indifferent tone.

“Allowed to give it back??! Like it’s what, a privilege??!” he mocks, taking the turn towards the main road.

“Damn right it is!” you elbow him and he frowns, aggravated:

“Pffttt, lucky me…”

“You are lucky!” you cut him off, lifting your eyebrows with an attitude.

“Maybe just a little bit…” he admits and it makes you smirk, clenching to his arm even more.