#i don’t want to give away too much but the price scenes are making me FUCKING sob

[uhohdad]

Tbh, I think watching a live feed or Ruby and price would be just as entertaining as watching the match

1000% agree & we are going to see lots of their perspective (and Konig’s POV) in THE AFTERMATH

⌞ KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU ⌟

[charliemwrites]

1fur1 Price part 2

(Sorry if this isn’t, like, spectacular. It’s been a minute since I wrote for this au)

The house is getting an upgrade. Two wolf dogs was a cozy situation, but manageable. The addition of a third, especially one as big as Konig, was pushing it. Like, really pushing it.

Now that Skipper has adopted himself into the family…

Not that you mind, of course. Skipper has been a bit of a blessing in furry disguise. You know that “Alpha Dog” dynamics aren’t an actual Thing with wolves, but if they were, you think Skipper would be it.

He must have some sort of shepherd in his blood because he wrangles the rest of the boys masterfully. They spend too long in the yard, he’s barking and nipping and rounding them up. Johnny’s being too insistent about “sharing” your food, he’s inserting himself between you two. Ghost and Johnny get rambunctious, he’ll tolerate it for a couple minutes but then he’s breaking it up with a grumble — especially if they’re acting up inside.

You appreciate the help.

It’s not that the boys don’t listen to you. They do! With almost perfect obedience. But it can still be overwhelming to keep an eye on everyone all the time.

“Oh darling, why is it always you?” you sigh, scratching at Konig’s chin. Receive a whine in return.

Your poor sensitive guy. Stepped on a bee in the yard, it seems. The vet cooed over him, gave him some meds, and now he’s all but collapsed in an anxiety-exhausted heap by the fireplace.

Johnny is pacing behind you, making upset noises and nosing at your elbow.

“I know you’re worried, bud,” you soothe over your shoulder. “He’s alright.”

You’re working a sock over Konig’s bandages so that he doesn’t pick at them. Johnny takes that as an invitation to insert himself into the mix, bumping into your shoulder hard. Your hand pushes into konig’s paw as you catch your balance and he yelps. The noise surprises you, scares you, hands jerking back.

Skipper is on him in an instant, teeth on his scruff and yanking him away from you and Konig. For once, Johnny resists, yelping and whining crying.

“Jesus, enough!” You raise your voice a bit to be heard over all the canine yelling. Get a hand in Skipper’s scruff and give him a shake. “Release.”

He does, though not without an indignant growl, twisting around to glare at you. You didn’t even know dogs could glare with so much indignation.

“What are you gonna do, bite me?” you challenge, hand still buried in his fur. “Grow up.”

You turn to Johnny, who’s making a great show of looking pathetic, tail down and ears back.

“Got to bed,” you instruct, pointing with your other hand to the cushion Ghost is on. Those two are thick as thieves, you’re sure Johnny will feel better after some cuddles. Sure enough, Johnny drags his feet over to ghost, who grumbles as he makes room for the other dog.

You let Skipper go, who makes a big scene of shaking off. But he doesn’t go making trouble with Johnny, so you let him be. Which leaves Konig, who isn’t making eye contact with anyone.

“You alright, baby boy?” you croon. He licks your offered hand.

You manage to finish getting the sock on in peace, dropping a kiss to the scar on his forehead.

“My little trooper, good boy,” you murmur.

With him settled, you sit back with a sigh. Skipper is sitting, looking mighty offended. You groan.

“I’m sorry, honey,” you offer, extending a hand to him. “I was just stressed and all that fussing freaked me out. I know you were just trying to help.”

A long, long look at your palm. And then he sighs and sets his chin in your hand. You waste no time scritching along his jaw, coaxing him closer until you can leave kisses all over his muzzle and forehead.

“Big strong boy,” you coo, grinning into his ears when you see his tail sweeping slowly back and forth. Like he doesn’t want you to notice. “Such a good helper. Thank you, handsome.”

Peace restored, you settle onto the couch until dinner time.

So yes, four wolf-hybrids is pushing it on space.

—

You’re being minded.

It would be funnier if your dog wasn’t better at taking care of you than you are.

“You must have been in service dog training or something,” you muse, accepting the pill bottle from Skipper’s mouth. “Someone wanted you to work.”

And work he does.

If it’s not helping you keep the boys in line, it’s patrolling the yard with Ghost. Or nudging you to eat at mealtimes. Or putting you to bed. Hes a busy boy, hardly ever settles on the couch with the rest at night for snuggle time.

And when you do strong arm him into it, his ears are perked at every little noise, ready to protect.

There’s also this. The bringing you meds. (You try not to think about how he managed to get into the cabinet. Maybe you left them out on the counter?) Or sometimes he picks up things you’ve dropped, like pens or keys or even your phone.

It’s sweet, but you worry he’s bored. When you do buy him enrichment toys though, he gives them a perfunctory sniff, then leaves them for one of the others. (Johnny in particular loves the treat puzzles.) So you figure he’s stimulated enough, considering bored dogs usually tear into anything and everything.

“You know I’m supposed to take care of you right?” You tease, patting his big, sturdy side. “I take care of everyone here. You’re my boys.”

Skipper snorts and sits down, watching you, eyes pinging between your face and the pills. You huff, amused despite yourself.

“Alright, alright! Rude mutt.”

A little “boof” — agreement or offense? You amuse yourself with anthropomorphizing his noises while you chug water with your meds.

“See? Done. Ta-da!” You say when they’re done.

Another “boof” and then he’s trotting off. Pauses to give you a significant look. You check the time. Right, it’s lunchtime. Best to take meds with food anyway.

“I’m coming,” you groan, shuffling after him.

All the dogs are waiting for you in the kitchen, big eyes and perked ears.

“Look at you lot,” you laugh, dropping a scratch to Ghost’s head as you pass. “What is this, an intervention. I’m not giving you guys enough peanut butter?”

Skipper ignores you, taking his usual place at the entrance to the kitchen. A good vantage point to keep an eye on you and the rest of the house. He only accepts a little bit of shared food after everyone else gets a bite. You hum as you consider all of them, crammed into your kitchen because they’re a clingy lot.

“Might be time for a move, guys,” you sigh. “Or maybe another story.”

You glance at the ceiling with dread. Either way, you’re not looking forward to it.

Main Story | Price pt.1 | Gaz

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[inkspiredwriting]

Flirting Flops and Jealousy Jokes

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Five Hargreeves and his wife, Y/n, had a playful and competitive relationship, always trying to outdo each other in various games and pranks. One afternoon, Five, feeling a bit mischievous, decided to test the waters of jealousy. His plan? Flirt with another woman and see how Y/n would react.

“I’ll be the perfect gentleman,” Five muttered to himself, adjusting his collar as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror. “Just enough to make her a little jealous.”

They were at a café with some friends, including Klaus, who was already sipping a fancy cocktail and eyeing the other patrons with a knowing smirk. Five scanned the crowd and spotted a woman sitting alone at the bar, engrossed in a book. She seemed like a safe target for his little experiment.

With a casual stride, Five approached the woman at the bar. He flashed a charming smile and said, “Hello there. You look like you’re enjoying your book.”

The woman glanced up, clearly taken by surprise. “Oh, hi. Yes, it’s really interesting.”

“Mind if I join you?” Five asked, leaning against the bar with what he hoped was a suave demeanor.

The woman seemed slightly flustered but nodded. “Sure, I guess.”

Five launched into a series of light compliments and small talk, keeping an eye on Y/n from the corner of his vision. She was chatting with Klaus but noticed Five’s new friend almost immediately. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she excused herself from Klaus, making a beeline for the bar.

Y/n, trying to keep her composure, sauntered over to Five and the woman. She slid her arm around Five’s waist, plastering a sweet smile on her face. “Hey, darling. Who’s your new friend?”

Five, inwardly thrilled that his plan was working, kept his tone nonchalant. “Oh, this is, uh...” He turned to the woman, suddenly realizing he hadn’t gotten her name.

“Linda,” the woman supplied, looking slightly uncomfortable now.

“Yes, Linda,” Five said, trying to regain his composure. “We were just discussing books.”

“Books, huh?” Y/n said, her smile tightening. “Well, Linda, Five here has the most interesting taste in literature. Isn’t that right, honey?”

Five, sensing the tension in Y/n’s voice, tried to smooth things over. “Absolutely. Linda, have you ever read about quantum physics?”

Linda’s eyes widened. “Um, no, not really. I should get going. Nice meeting you both.”

As Linda hurried away, Five turned to face Y/n, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. “Someone jealous, are we?”

Y/n folded her arms, giving him a look that could melt steel. “Jealous? More like annoyed that my husband is trying to flirt with other women.”

Five chuckled, pulling Y/n close. “It was just a little experiment. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. “Well, congratulations, you got a reaction. And now, you’re going to have to make it up to me.”

“Anything for you, my love,” Five said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “What’s your price?”

“Let’s see,” Y/n pretended to ponder, tapping her chin. “How about you make me dinner tonight? And no takeout. I want the real deal.”

Five groaned playfully. “Fine, but don’t blame me if the kitchen ends up in flames.”

Klaus, who had been watching the whole scene unfold from his spot at the table, burst into laughter. “You two are hilarious. Five, you’re lucky she didn’t dump that cocktail over your head.”

Y/n laughed, poking Five in the ribs. “That’s because I love him too much to waste a good drink.”

Five grinned, wrapping his arm around Y/n’s shoulders as they walked back to join their friends. “And that, my dear, is why you’re the best wife in all the timelines.”

That evening, Five attempted to make a fancy dinner for Y/n, as promised. Despite his best efforts, the kitchen soon resembled a war zone, with flour and sauce splattered everywhere and smoke rising from the oven.

Y/n, sitting at the counter with a glass of wine, watched the chaos with a mix of amusement and affection. “You know, you’re actually kind of cute when you’re trying so hard.”

Five, waving a dish towel at the smoke detector, turned to her with an exasperated smile. “Remind me never to make you jealous again. This is way too much work.”

Y/n laughed, taking another sip of her wine. “Agreed. But it’s the thought that counts.”

Finally, after much trial and error, Five managed to present a somewhat passable meal. They sat down at the table, clinking their glasses together.

“To experiments that backfire,” Y/n toasted, her eyes sparkling with laughter.

“And to the most patient and forgiving wife,” Five added, his gaze full of love.

And as they enjoyed their meal, Five realized that no other woman is as wonderful as his.

[n0tamused]

hi!! i saw that your requests are open so i just wanted to ask if you could write fluffy relationship headcanons of mortefi and aalto with a gn!reader in mind? these two are just so lajdxhanflvksjahsbxjs i really like them a lot <3 (which is why mortefi pls come home pspspspsspsps)

also, i really love your writing!! it induces serotonin and dopamine in me bc 1) characters feel really accurate, 2) the flow and how you write each scene is so smooth and beautifully descriptive, and 3) dialogue feels realistic and natural!! anyways, have a good day!!

A/N: First Aalto request-! Your wish is my command, anon! And thank you so much for your sweet words, they really made my day and reassured me with my writing :) I do hope this can make you happy too, enjoy! <3 And you have a good day too!<3

Aalto:

-Let me say this first- this man has energy for both of you and Encore, he is extroverted so you can rest assured that if you’re not in the mood for much talking that he has you covered. Don’t want to talk to someone? He is talking for you. Don’t feel like running to the store to buy something? He is already getting his boots on. 

-Despite having the energy of being too open, discretion flows through his blood and he would never say anything you wouldn’t like him saying to anyone else. You could say you pushed someone down the stairs and he’d be sitting opposite of you like “oh! okay!” and then pretends he never heard of it

-On the topic of that, if you ever need any information, he is your man to turn to, and all information may be yours for the discounted price of 3 kisses, maybe more if he’s feeling cheeky.

-Loves teasing you and getting into playful banter, it’s the sweetest thing to him. Playful insults too, but if you pretend to be hurt, he comes up to you to “kiss the hurt away” and he just babies you until you break character. If he, by accident, really does hit a nerve he drops the play and apologizes quickly, and would probably feel bad about it for longer than he’d let on, but you’d know by the abundance of gifts and the fact he wants to do about everything for you 

-He also loves to get a little rough,  nothing serious but along with the verbal banter he likes a little bit of a tussle. Interlacing your fingers and pushing and pulling, laughing along with you until one of you loses your balance or yields. Loves to playfight with you in bed too, before you two go to sleep until he traps you in an embrace that you’ll have to fall asleep in

-He can be a pretty hard sleeper, so good luck trying to get out of his hold. He can be easy to wake, he has a sixth sense for danger too

-Despite his big and extroverted demeanor, sometimes he wishes for nothing more but an evening of silence with his head in your lap, sighing softly as you card your fingers through his hair, smiling if you decide to kiss his forehead

-Encore is your big bonding point. She comes with Aalto like a bonus package, and as chaotic as she can be she is really sweet and loves whoever uncle Aalto trusts enough to be his partner

-Sometimes she stays over, and a lot of times you can see her indulge in making little trinkets, some of them which are for you, some for others

-Even at her young age she has lots of stories to share, and her and Aalto make one hell of a story-teller duo

-Aalto does need to go out to business a lot, and sometimes it takes him days to get what he was sent out to do, and in all that time he misses his home (you) greatly

-He can’t guarantee to send you letters in this time period, as even a small mistake can mean doom of his mission, but he does promise to try, if only to lessen your own worries

Mortefi:

-A relationship Mortefi isn’t difficult, and it can be classified as quite the low maintenance. This does not mean he doesn’t love you or give you your due attention and love, it’s just that both of you are busy with your work and separate lives. You two just seem to never lose that spark no matter how much time you spend apart

-He never liked the idea of combining his love life and work life together into one big mess, he knows it carries its own risks and distractions, and in his field of science that is dangerous. And with this his time management between work and you is impeccable 

-He is there for you when you need him, and his love language is mainly acts of service.

-Words aren’t his forte and he can find it difficult to express his love, he still tries. Perhaps not with his own lips, but he looks for symphonies of his feelings in other songs and melodies before he shows you the one that encapsulates all he feels towards you

-He is the sort of person to send you random article links, be it about something aimed to improve your health, or links to poems or songs. Just drops them or hoards them in your chats..

-Mortefi is a bit sensitive to smells, he really doesn’t like strong odors unless it's those antiseptic chemicals that keep his lab sparkly clean. So he doesn't wear any strong colognes either. It’s the softer smells he wears, musky with woody accents mmmm

-He is a clean freak and can get a bit snappy if he finds his lab messy due to some subordinate’s negligence or if he doesn’t have time to tidy up his home

-He starts huffing and puffing like a mother hen as he stomps around throwing everything into place, tucking every corner back into its place meticulously

-He cleans his own things, and a lot of times goes to tidy your own things since he’s already at it, and really doesn’t like seeing any sort of mess, small or big

-Does gently remind you to pick up after yourself, whether you’re with him and even more so if you’re not with him

-He is an organized hoarder. He has a whole shelf for his little things, some he made and some he got or found while on field expeditions. He is more than happy to tell you about them if you’re curious about their origins or purpose

-He can sometimes spend a lot of time in the office in his home, working on little projects for the kids that would visit the lab soon, and other time he also spends working on gifts for you

-One of the ways he shows his love to you, besides little practical devices, utility belts and multi purpose watches and compasses, is to make you deserts.

-Sweet treats are his specialty but if you he hears you are craving something savory he does know a few recipes that might be to your liking

-Knows how to whip up a bomb medicinal soup btw, that thing can regrow your limbs I’m sure

-Loves to kiss your nape a lot. Especially in those quiet moments when you’re doing something at home and he just comes up behind you, kissing your nape gently and inhaling your scent

-Loves to kiss your head too. It’s just so practical but also shows how tender he can be, how careful and tender his love is. If you’re hugging him he just turns his head and plants his lips to your temple or the top of your head, sometimes he’d lean in and whisper something sweet to you too

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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I was going to write a fic about Lando wanting to wear pretty clothes, but I gave up after a couple scenes. Anyway, here's the only part I kept:

Lando’s fingers twitch nervously as he collects his packages, fiddling with the corners and ducking under the tape sealing the flaps shut, but he’s careful not to accidentally open them where anyone can see. It was already embarrassing enough to ask the concierge for them, and he cringed at the heavily branded boxes. The lady probably now thinks he has a secret girlfriend or something.

It’s nice out in Melbourne, and Lando is more than happy to swap the polo and jeans he wore to the paddock for a new purple v-neck that’s so soft and light to the touch it might disintegrate between his fingers and shorts that are just a tad bit shorter than the ones he ran around the city in. He has already been photographed without his shirt within days of arriving, so if he does bump into someone, it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise.

But it is really just Lando’s luck that he quite literally smacks into his teammate’s back as he rounds the corner.

Oscar straightens with his bucket of ice, blinks at him, and asks, “Where are you going in such a rush?”

Lando folds his arms over his chest.

“Dinner. Not a foreign concept to you, hopefully.”

“‘Course not.” What is a foreign concept is how Oscar’s gaze keeps drifting south, flickering between the plunging neckline of Lando’s shirt and his upper thighs.

Oh, how interesting, he thinks, amused. Out loud, he asks, “Wanna come with? I have no idea which places are trainer-approved.”

It takes a moment for Oscar to shrug and respond, “Sure, why not. Teammate bonding and such, right?”

Lando gasps and plucks the bucket from Oscar’s hands. He pokes Oscar’s shoulder for good measure. “We’re plenty bonded, mate!” Not as much as he’d like, but still. “Just admit that you’re simply leaping at the idea of spending time with me away from the paddock.”

“I’m going to bring you to a seafood restaurant.”

“Aah! No, no, don't do that. I dressed up so pretty, I even shaved, and you’re not ruining my hard work with, eugh, fish.”

Once again, Oscar’s gaze travels over Lando’s figure, and Lando is incredibly delighted to see red tinting his cheeks. He preens a little, which he cannot be blamed for.

It’s so flattering that it more than makes up for Oscar’s simple affirming, “Hm.”

God, Lando would be so over this whole flirting-not-quite-boyfriends thing if it wasn’t so entertaining. He just hopes that Oscar’s patience doesn’t run out before either one of them gives in and just confesses. He also hopes that he isn’t misreading anything either. That would be fucking humiliating.

The little smiles and full-body laughter Lando regularly receives from him keeps him hopeful at best and delusional at worst.

On the way to Oscar’s hotel room, Lando asks what he planned on doing with the ice, and he only receives a shrug and a mumbled, “You never know when you just need a bucket of ice.”

“That’s fair.”

“Speaking of ice, are you going to be cold in just that? It gets cooler in the evenings, and your circulation sucks.”

“A price I’m willing to pay. Have you considered that maybe your circulation is working overtime? That it might be doing too much?” Lando retorts in lieu of admitting that he didn’t actually think that far ahead in his nervous excitement. A green hoodie promptly hits him in the face.

It’s not McLaren merch. It’s OP81 merch, and it smells like Oscar. Lando resists the urge to ball it up and shove his face into it.

“Just hold onto it if you don’t wanna wear it now,” Oscar says before disappearing into the bathroom. He re-emerges in a long-sleeved shirt and trousers that don’t have drawstrings. Lando almost breathes a sigh of relief. Small mercies.

Oscar’s hoodie also ends up being one of those small mercies, and Lando burrows into it comfortably as they take a longer route back to the hotel because the city after dark is nice. Oscar raises an eyebrow at him in his subtly gloating fashion, which Lando ignores in favor of tucking his nose into the collar.

“You look prettier in my hoodie,” Oscar mumbles.

“Huh?”

“Never mind. We’re here anyway.”

[arcadiabaytornado]

Chloe Price is such an agonizingly realistic portrayal of grief. 

Her grief isn't beautiful or poetic. It isn't a single tear running down her cheek as she thinks back on the past with a smile. It isn't a quiet pain she bears alone to not "burden" her loved ones. It's not a dull ache that's easy to forget. It's hateful and raw. It's agonizing and seemingly never-ending. It's loud and off-putting. It's grief. A word for when you still have so much love for someone that you can no longer give it to.

That lingering love makes you irrational. Sure, it's not fair for Chloe to blame Joyce or William for his death. William didn't know. He didn't choose to leave her that day, and Joyce didn't know either. She didn't make the decision to take a father from his daughter. Yet, maybe it's easier to blame them, because if it's their fault, then there's a reason. It means his death wasn't just a senseless act by a universe that seems out to get her.

However, that's what his death was. It was a senseless accident. We don't know what happened, but it's never implied the truck driver did it on purpose...it just happened and left Chloe so angry. She doesn't know who to blame but knows she wants to place it somewhere. We see that in this scene. At first, she blames William, then she blames Joyce, then says she has to blame them, or it's her fault, but it's not.  

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Then we have Max, an agonizingly realistic portrayal of someone who doesn't know how to handle their friend's grief. Max grieved William too. However, she could move on from his death, while Chloe stayed in that moment, leaving Max not knowing what to say to bring her back to the present. Because what can she say? Nothing she says will make it better. Nothing she says will bring him back. Yet, she is clear-headed enough to know that William and Joyce don't hold the blame for his death. However, Chloe isn't ready to face that yet, so Max’s words just make her more upset. 

And that’s not the beautifully poetic thing to do. According to how grief is often portrayed, she was supposed to smile and go “Well jolly gee Max. You sure are right. I’m deeply apologetic for allowing my grief to effect me outside of one scene.” But she doesn’t do that. Because, as I said, her grief is angry and raw...and...real. It doesn’t just go away because Max is uncomfortable and trying poorly to defuse. 

I think about the way Chloe’s grief is portrayed everyday. It’s maybe of the most hard hitting deceptions of grief I’ve ever seen, and I’m so glad she’s a character I found when I was navigating my own grieving journey.

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Puppy Love 3

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More adorable puppies, a minor confrontation, and John finally makes a move. 

Warnings: Brief confrontation, vague threats, some anxiety. 

Word count: 1.4k

John Price x f!reader

Gaz made it to Price’s office in record time, keeping his ears open. The last few days, Soap had been making noises about going to see the puppies (and the cute breeder). But Gaz was determined to keep him and his flirting away from her. 

She wasn’t right for Soap. But she might be right for Price. 

Price took one look at his expression and chuffed. “I don’t want to hear who did what,” he grumbled, looking back at his paperwork. 

“No, sorry, Captain,” Gaz was quick to correct. “We’re avoiding Soap and going to see the puppies.”

“Why are we avoiding Soap?” Humor had returned to Price, though he didn’t get up yet. 

“Because he’s an annoying sod.”

“True enough.” 

When Price still hadn’t moved after nearly a full minute, Gaz narrowed his eyes a little. “I thought you wanted to see the puppies.”

“Mm.” Price frowned down at whatever report was in front of him. “You don’t need me to hold your hand, Gaz.”

“‘Course not, sir.” Gaz quickly filed through his plans. “I just like your company that much.”

Price chuffed again. “You’ll manage one day without me.” 

Damn. This was not going the way it was supposed to. Why had Price decided to be so stubborn now of all times? 

Inspiration struck and Gaz strode over to the desk, pulling his phone out and navigating quickly to his texts. “Don’t you want to see these cuties?” He kept his voice light as he turned the phone around, letting Price see a picture of all seven puppies trying to climb over the baby gate. 

And, conveniently, letting Price see the caption below:

Would you share this with John too? So he can see how much of a menace these little rascals are.

Gaz saw the moment Price read the caption, his lips parting ever so slightly. “Well. I suppose I could go with. Since you don’t want to go alone.” 

Gaz grinned. “Thanks, Captain.” 

Price waved him off, getting to his feet. Gaz tucked his phone away again, trying hard not to be too smug. “Let’s go see the pups.”

–

“I’m sorry,” you reiterated, standing firm in front of your door. The step didn’t give you very much height, but enough that you weren’t stuck looking up at the asshole in front of you. “The puppies are all spoken for already. If you’d like, I can put you on a waiting list or get you the contact information for other breeders.” 

“I was told you had a puppy available.” The man crossed his arms over his chest. He’d been rude the entire time, and something about him made you want to get him off your property as fast as humanly possible and never let him near a dog. 

“I’m afraid that’s not true. They’re all spoken for.” Your smile felt forced but you clung to it anyway. 

“If you’re lying to me–” He took a single step closer, and you dropped the smile, taking a half-step back to press your back against the door. 

A car stopped outside your house and you both froze. Kyle and John emerged from the car, both of them taking in the scene. 

“Hope we’re not interrupting,” Kyle called with a friendly smile. 

“Not at all,” you immediately piped up, though you refused to move. 

The man glowered at you but backed off, apparently unwilling to press the issue with witnesses around. He turned and stalked away, narrowly missing colliding with John’s shoulder. 

“You alright?” Kyle asked, jogging the rest of the way up to the front door.

“Fine,” you said, plastering on another fake smile. “It was nothing. Come inside, please.” You fumbled for a moment before you got the door open. Your hands were shaking. You were quick to stuff them in your pockets. “You can definitely get an idea of their personalities now,” you told Kyle, walking them to the kitchen. “Need me to open the gate?”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” Kyle glanced at you one more time before he stepped over the gate, immediately getting mobbed by the puppies. 

“The boys are the red, purple, and white collars,” you said, taking a step back. “Take your time.”

“You sure you’re alright?” John asked very quietly from next to you.

“Of course!” Your smile felt too brittle but you couldn’t let go of it. “Go play with the puppies, they love new people. Excuse me for a moment.”

You didn’t give him a chance to object, instead walking away as smoothly as you could. You rounded the corner to the front door and double checked it was locked before you leaned your head against the door, breathing deeply.

You’d always been terrible at confrontations. Always. And this one had been bad. 

Sometimes you hated living alone, not having someone to lean on. 

One last deep breath and you forced your shoulders down, your smile more natural. 

Clearly you hadn’t been missed, though. Kyle was sitting on the floor with one puppy in his lap, another pouncing on his boot. John was standing in the kitchen where you’d left him, though he was watching Kyle. The fact that neither of them was looking at you helped you relax a little bit more. 

“I was serious, you could sit with them,” you told John, smiling at him.

He shook his head a little. “Nah. Gaz can have his fun for now.” He paused there, one hand lifting to stroke briefly over his facial hair. “So someone did express interest in the last pup?”

“Uh, not exactly.” You shifted your weight, looking down and off to the side. 

“What happened?” He kept his voice low and nonjudgmental. 

“I just…” You floundered for a moment, unsure where to even start. “He came up to the door asking about a puppy. But he was… rude. Off. I don’t know why he wanted a puppy but I doubt it was for the right reasons. So I… lied.” 

John was silent for long enough that you peeked at him, nervous. He had apparently been waiting for that, because he nodded once. 

“Trusting your gut is always a good idea,” he murmured. “You made the right call.”

Your shoulders relaxed the rest of the way with that little bit of validation and you smiled. “Thanks,” you whispered. 

“Do you have anyone nearby if he comes back?” 

“Not exactly.” You shrugged, shifting your weight nervously. “I don’t open the door without checking who it is first, anyway. And I’ve got a baseball bat.” 

John was quiet for a few moments before he shook his head once. “I’ll give you my number,” he offered. “You can call me if you ever have problems.”

You blinked, eyes going wide. “Are you sure?” You couldn’t help but fuss with your shirt a little. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

He smiled crookedly, eyes warm. “You won’t be,” he assured you. “Promise.”

So you pulled out your phone and took down his number, and then texted him your name and a picture of the puppies so he’d have your number as well. 

(Still cuddling his puppy, Gaz couldn’t entirely hide his glee. This had worked out even better than he’d planned!) 

“Well, Gaz? You know which one you want?” 

Kyle popped up from the floor, grinning and holding his puppy to his chest. “This one.”

“Purple collar, got it.” You made a note in your phone. “He’ll be ready to go home in two weeks.” 

“Perfect.” Kyle chuckled when the puppy licked his chin. “Yes, we know you’re cute.” 

You smiled. "Looks like he's bonding with you already. That's good." 

"Can't wait until I can bring him home." Kyle set the puppy down with a sigh. 

"It'll go by faster than you know." You reached over to pat his shoulder. 

"I know." He didn't quite pout… but it was close. "Guess we'll head back now." 

You nodded, standing to the side to watch them head to the front door. Kyle walked out and jogged over to the truck, but John stopped just outside the door. 

"I meant it," he murmured, low and serious. "Call me anytime. For any reason. You'll never be a bother." 

"Thank you." You smiled at him. "I'll see you soon."

[shsy7573]

Random Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) Character/Song Analysis Kinda Thing… I Guess

Okay, so yeah, Luci has 100% taken over this page. So what? I’m not obsessed, you are.

Anyway, I’ve been listening to “More Than Anything” on repeat since it dropped, and like a lot of the fandom I tear up every single time… but unlike a lot of the fandom, it’s not because of the sweet father-daughter moment (which, don’t get me wrong, doesn’t help the situation because it’s just so damn wholesome).

No, what gets me is how, just through a couple subtle moments, the show is able to convey just how absolutely shattered Luci is as a character. And, you know, because he’s my favourite, bestest, snek-baby-duck-boy, it makes me a little emotional…

So now you’re all gonna hear about what goes through my mind every time I listen to it. YAY!

“Charlie! You don’t understand, Heaven never listens. They didn’t listen to me. They won’t listen to you!” / “You don’t know that—” / “I do!”

It starts before the song even truly begins. When I’m listening, it’s usually these first few lines that grab my attention. I end up replaying the first 4-5 seconds of the song over and over again because the pain in that “I do” is so fucking good! (And because I like to suffer apparently cuz I end up sad. Life of an angst lover I guess).

It’s the first time we see him with actual tears in his eyes. The raw delivery of that line is so attention grabbing, and manages to say so much in such little words.

I think the reason this particular scene tickles my brain so much is because it’s the breaking point for his character in a way. I am, and always will be, a sucker for moments where a character’s walls finally come down, and we get to see what’s been festering inside. When their deepest thoughts and how much they’re hurting are revealed. The entire song is what that is for Lucifer, starting with these two words right here. I truly cannot put into words just how much my breath is taken away by Jeremy’s delivery of this line. I cannot articulate how much I love it, and how important it is for Luci’s character. it just hits so deep and so right for me and I love it.

Lucifer isn’t just saying that he knows Heaven isn’t going to care about her plan (I don’t think anyone thought that’s all he was saying but whatever). He is saying that he knows what Heaven does to dreamers. He knows what they’ll do because he has already been there, and it destroyed him. They took his ideas that they saw as too outlandish, and they squashed them. Cast him aside. And he paid the price for it when he went bashing their back and did his own thing anyway.

Luci is a broken dreamer. Throughout the entire episode, and the series as a while, we are given very strong hints of this. However, it’s not until this song that we really see it in action. It’s not until these moments that we are able to see past both the veils of “Imposing King of Hell” and “Goofy Guy who’s trying his best but not great at Dadding,” and get a look at how genuinely depressed this man is.

“My dreams were too hard to defend.”

This scene eight here. The more I see it, the more I fall in love with it. Just a great example of ‘show don’t tell.’

He’s talking about having big ideas, he’s talking about giving people a chance and reaching outside the normal, he’s talking about being cast out of Heaven. I just love the parallel he’s drawing between Charlie’s mission, and his own past.

Charlie created the hotel in an attempt to give people who have been seen as lesser to all of Heaven some sort of chance. She is choosing to have faith in them, and to open up opportunities for them to lead a better life.

Lucifer, when he gave Eve the fruit, was taking a chance to allow humanity the chance to have free will. He wanted them to experience everything life had to offer for themselves like angels got to. He offered a chance for them to lead a better life.

He had everything, and he had complete faith that what he was doing was right. All the light and hope of his dreams was right in the palm of his hand. He had so many ideas that he thought, if they were saw through, would make the world a better place.

But it didn’t work out for him.

“And in the end, I won’t lose it all again.”

Now, the first seconds of dialogue may be what I keep rewatching, but this has got to be my favourite visual of the entire song. It’s such powerful imagery, and I fangirl over it every time.

Look at how small he looks in that shot (I know, I know, he’s tiny regardless, but like seriously). He is completely outnumbered, hopelessly overpowered, totally at the mercy of all his Heavenly superiors… and he’s all alone.

He lost everything because he had the gall to dream. It’s not hard to look at the song (and the episode at large, really) and find not only his feelings of being wronged, but also his immense guilt. It shows in how much he hates Sinners. They are basically the worst of what he did, a constant reminder of the day his mistake caused him to lose his home and everything he held dear, and they are all he gets to see. Only being permitted to see your failures for all eternity? No wonder he’s fucking depressed.

The day Heaven cast him out was the day he stopped dreaming. Because dreaming big only leads to pain, failure, and suffering.

“I just don’t want you to be crushed by them like… like I was.”

This next moment is kinda self explanatory and obvious and really doesn’t need any commentary, but I’m gonna talk about it anyway. Because I love it, and I love him, and… you know… angst. I’ve mentioned my lust for it several times now throughout this post, you really shouldn’t be surprised.

I just feel so bad for him. Lucifer made one mistake. One simple, misguided mistake that ended up introducing evil into the world, and all of Heaven came down on him for it. And, you know what, in the narrative presented by the show, what he did wasn’t that bad. He just wanted to give the world’s newest creations the same freedom angels had, and it backfired horribly. Lucifer, like Charlie, was an idealist who saw the best in people and wanted to help.

And what did he get for his good intentions? Shoved into the cesspool he unintentionally created, and forbidden to ever see anything good that came from his dream.

If I had to guess, Lilith was the only thing keeping his mental health afloat for a long time… and then they had Charlie.

“The tales about your lofty dreams. I’d listen breathlessly, imaging it could be me.”

His daughter became the light of his life. Something that he cherished and indulged more than anything else in the world. To him, she was perfect, and he wanted to do right by her in any way he could.

Lilith told their daughter stories of all her father’s dreams regardless of what he thought of them, and when the little princess came asking him… how could he refuse? How could he refuse her anything?

So he shared them with her. All the tales of grandeur, and fantasies of everything he wished the world could have been. All the dreams he had long since let go.

“And in the end, it’s the view I had of you that show me dreams can be worth fighting for.”

Now, the scene where Lily take’s Charlie away has always been excellent brain fodder for me because of how somewhat ambiguous it is. You could interpret his sadness to have SO MANY meanings. However, I have inevitably decided on two potential head-cannons/theories to share here for what could possibly be going through Snek-King’s head.

One: Lucifer loves his daughter, but he feels estranged and like he’s failed her in some way. She’s such a joy, such a wonder, and in a way it's his fault she’s trapped down here with all of human ties worst. He wasn’t to be close to her, and to make the world perfect for her… but he already feels like he’s failed her in the most unforgivable way. He keeps his distance because part of him doesn’t want her to have a super high of an opinion of him. It’s kind of his depression manifesting, saying that ‘she shouldn’t admire you and your stupid dreams when they’re the reason she’ll never see true light and happiness.’

The angst addict in me likes this one more, but still I’ve got another one that always pops.

Two: He feels like he’s selling her false hope, and he can kind of see the place her innocence is headed. He’s seen the horrors of the world, and he knows the more he indulges her dreams and fantasies, the more she’ll suffer when she sees that’s not what the world is like. He knows from personal experience how much it hurts when your dreams come undone, when you lose hope in the world.

Listening to Charlie’s actual lyrics, she tells him that he was the one who inspired her to dream, that he was right to dream, and that she’s not going to back down. In the song, Luci realises that 1: maybe he didn’t fuck us as badly as he thought and that she actually doesn’t blame him and wants her in his life and/or 2: she has her mother’s willpower, and she’s never going to stop dreaming or let her world be sullied like he did. She’s so much stronger than he was.

So he lets her in.

(Side note… AWWW, look how TINNYY he is! He’s so small. The start contrast in the second image gets me every time)

There’s a bit of symbolism in the song which I ABSOLUTELY adore, and it has to do with the wings. In the flashback, Charlie mentions his “lofty dreams,” when we see the duck, which later transforms to have multiple sets of wings. Later in the song, when Lucifer finally lets her in, he also sprouts those wings.

And I just love this, because I think it acts as the perfect symbolism of him finally opening his mind again. Not just to his daughter, but to the possibility of dreaming in general.

He takes her to a circus, a place filled to the brim with spectacles and thrills, a place where humanities wildest imaginations seem possible.

But even though he’s beginning to open up, and he’s willing to help her in whatever she does, he’s not ‘fixed.’ His depression and self doubt and feelings of hollow emptiness and guilt and apprehension aren’t gone.

And he’s still terrified of seeing her spark go out like his did.

This tiny smile break is so addicting to watch for me. It speaks volumes. Once again, my angst loving heart eats it up every time. It says, “I’m still worried, and there is still so much shit going on in my mind right now about all of this, but I’m here for you.”

And that’s what counts.

Luci’s character showed a lot of colours, and came a long way in this singular episode, but he’s still got a big uphill battle to climb. He still has to come back into his own where dreams are concerned. Maybe he never will, not completely. Realistically, he’ll never go back to the way he was.

But maybe, just maybe, in helping his daughter he’ll find something worth believing in again.

That is, of course, if they decide to give him a character arc beside ‘Dad who is trying and doing better,’ but for that only time will tell.

—

And THAT concludes my rant on the Rubber Ducky Ruler. If you stuck around this long, good for you! I wrote this whole thing on a limb at midnight, and NO I’m not going to go back and edit it because why would I ever want to see all the horrid grammatical and spelling errors I’ve inevitably made.

Maybe I’m off the mark on all of this. Maybe I’m head-cannoning too much. Maybe I’m just trying to suck out every hint of potential angst out of a song that’s supposed to be sweet and wholesome. That’s for you to decide. But for me, I’ve decided that I’m satisfied with this analysis. In the end, I just needed to express all the thoughts bumbling around in my head SOMEWHERE before I exploded, and unfortunately, I feel like I’ve run all my friends dry talking about this baby to them, so now it’s your turn. But, anyways, I think that about wraps things up. It’s time to go to bed.

Farewell, stay hydrated, and have a lovely rest of your day/night :)

[ineylesian]

BURY ME WITH ROSES

— SIMON “GHOST” RILEY X READER

— AO3 | MASTERLIST | EVENT

— WORD COUNT | 1.3k

— WARNINGS | angst, character death, mentions of weapons and violence, mentions of trauma and abuse

— SUMMARY | ghost remembers the time you asked him what his favorite flower is.

— AUTHOR’S NOTE | saw elliot knight’s comment about MW3 and wanted to give you some food for thought <33 sorry in advance 🫠

Ghost of thinks about death often. The concept nearly consumes him. He is surrounded by death and at that it is, and whenever he pulls the trigger, he can feel it in the recoil. Such a natural concept never seems to escape him.

Death is common in the military. War is everywhere soldiers go, and it follows them wherever they roam.

Even home base, it seems.

There’s a funeral, preparation for one, at least. One of the soldiers Price mentored, his name familiar in the golden plaque it’s engraved on. Ghost happens to pass by as they unload the setup, and something in the back of his head brings his legs to a hold.

There are flowers. A lot of them. There’s something captivating about the way they flourish; a myriad of colors bringing life to a declaration of death. Ghost forgets you’re beside him in those moments, and you find yourself following his gaze amongst each stem and petal that decorate the soldier’s casket. It makes you curious, so you ask.

“What’s your favorite flower?”

His gaze snaps away from sharp thorns and glistening anther. You see the way his eyes sweep across the room before he continues walking, almost as if he’s checked if others noticed his behavior. Doesn’t want others to think he’s grieving, life is too short and death is too prominent.

He doesn’t answer until you’re long gone from the scene; you’re perched against his headboard, his gear ruffles the sheets.

“Never thought of it.”

—

Ghost ponders your question for a while. He studies every flower that passes him, not many, being that he’s nearly always away from the comforts of normalcy. Yet, when he does find one, you’d see him crouched down beside it, simply gazing, nothing more.

He never touches them. When you ask why, he shrugs, going silent for a moment before turning his gaze away from you.

“Don’t wanna ruin ‘em.”

Hands such as his hold so much blood that he fears they’ll taint everything they touch. You feel the same way, sometimes. It’s a dangerous way to think, and it worries you.

After a strenuous deployment, you decide to buy some seeds from a department store, and take him out to a barren plot of land on 141’s base. You remove your gloves before poking some holes into the soil. The crumble makes you grimace, but you begin tearing the tops of the packages off regardless. Ghost’s eyes land on the picture laminated in the one you hold; the flower is blue with a yellow stripe in the center.

“You like these?”

You smile, motioning for him to take his gloves off as well. He hesitates for a moment, a few to be exact, before placing them beside yours. A sigh of relief holds itself within your chest when you see it.

“I do.” You answer, dumping a few into his palms. “I was told the blue ones represent hope. Isn’t that sweet?”

He nods, pinching seeds and dropping them into the ground. His hands shake. You smile regardless, and he continues. When he’s done, you cover them in soil, a warm feeling arising in his chest as you do so. It scares him, but it comforts more.

In a few weeks, you check back, and a tiny patch of blue decorates an otherwise dead field. He doesn’t think of them as his favorite, but he finds himself staring at them when you fight. It makes the hopelessness he feels seem a little more bearable.

Little did he know, you were calling him the entire time, and he didn’t answer. When he’d found out you’d been injured, he promised to answer whenever you called, even if he couldn’t be there.

After a rough mission some time later, you wake up to find a bouquet of blue lilacs staring back.

—

You find yourself wandering amidst the small patch of land months after planting the lilacs. Flowers grow in neat clusters everywhere you look, and you can see Ghost attending to a fresh batch of buried seeds. Barren hands run gently against tempered soil, eyebrows furrowed lightly against bone. You crouch down beside him, glancing at the small pile of packets that lay at his feet.

His eyes carry a look of solemn, and he’s focusing as hard as he does when he draws a weapon. You say nothing, opting to rest a hand against his shoulder instead. He softens at your touch, turning to you once the seeds have disappeared into the earth.

“Roses were my mum’s favorite.”

Simon Riley remembers when she would buy them for herself when days were hard. Ghost remembers the nights they were torn up and squashed under a dirty boot. His father would rather decorate their home with bruises and nightmares than flowers.

Roses are not his favorite. He thinks about if often, but he still doesn’t have one of his own. Not even when he imagines himself six feet underground. In that vision, he sees a mahogany casket, a plethora of blurred faces, and no flowers.

—

Ghost chokes on his breath, spitting a chunk of blood onto his uniform. He feels what his enemies do when he’s paralyzed them with a bullet: Unmoving, heart thundering, mind racing. He feels something that he doesn’t often, and it nearly sends him over the edge.

He’s thinking about you, and he knows what he’s feeling is nothing other that absolute horror. The fear of not seeing you one last time constricts his chest in a manner that has his throat sputtering for the toxic fumes that keep him on the edge of living. He thinks back on the life you spent together, the way you pulled him out the darkness that had consumed him and filled the hole that remained with light. Everything and anything in between.

He thinks about the times he felt most safe in his life, with you in a garden miles and miles away from home. Such a reminiscence touches him deeper than any other memory and he feels as if he’s finally managed to find the respite he’d been searching for.

After what seems like an eternity, Ghost feels the vibrations of your boots thudding against the ground, and you’re at his side within moments. Words fail him as he sees your eyes widen, hands fumbling to rip his chest plate off of him.

It’s a bullet, 50 calibers and lodged into his right lung.

“You’ll be okay, Simon.” Your words are wobbly, and he can hear in your tone that you don’t believe yourself. “Just… push through it.”

Tears start to flow, and you realize sooner than later that he won’t be making it out of this without some sort of divine intervention. Your heart and all that you are ache, hands working deftly to bandage the hemorrhage that fights you. However, the blood just won’t stop flowing, and you cry harder, holding a ripped patch of gauze to your mouth to muffle your sobs.

In that moment, Ghost reaches up, sliding his mask off his face and setting it in your hands. His body defies it, but he pushes himself up nonetheless, wiping stray hairs and streaks of dirt off of your skin.

“Bury me with roses, yeah?”

His voice is weak, laced with smoke and not his. It’s a fight against impending death; he stifles the terror that rips thorough him by clamping his fingers over yours.

“Some irises, too.”

You say nothing. His lips meet yours, and you kiss him until his blood runs cold.

The memories that carry on with him matter more than a meaning that doesn’t, so he chooses to die with his own sentiment.

Roses are not his favorite. Irises aren’t, either. You’d never know, but Simon Riley doesn’t need a favorite, because he loves you, and what you love he loves.

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Friendly 141, Playful Soap, Playful Alejandro, Playful König, Concerned Price, Stressed Price, Suspicious Price, Nervous Reader

Well, I finally did it. Through many tears and much anguish, I have written the ending of the story where the reader break's König's heart. For my more sensitive readers, don't worry. This ending does not include any rapey/noncon vibes. But prepare your hearts and bring some Kleenex.... I'm not crying! You're crying!

Reader POV:

Soap spent the rest of the lunch hour testing out your new callsign. Every time you crossed paths, he found any excuse to use it. And through the constant exposure, the whole base team started to use it as well.

“Hey, Mouse!” A man you didn’t recognize came up to you, giving you a friendly fist bump. “Congrats on the callsign! You going to join us for target practice today?”

You finish your mouthful of food, looking over at König. “I don’t know. Am I?”

“I don’t see why not,” he laughed.

“Then yes!” You beamed, bouncing with excitement. “I’ve always wanted to shoot a gun!”

You raised your arms in, mimicking a shooting posture. After scanning the table for a suitable target, you locked your sights on Soap. You reared back, miming the recoil of a gun as you fired an imaginary shot at Soap’s shoulder. Soap’s eyes bulged as he clutched his arm, playing along with the scene before laughing and shaking his head.

“Woah now,” he chuckled. “I don’t know about you actually shooting. Don’t get me wrong, I like ya. But I don’t wanna get a bullet in the shin either.”

“I think she could handle it,” König snickered, deftly snagging a french fry from Soap’s plate. Soap reached out to grab it from his hand, but he leaned away and slipped it beneath his hood to pop it into his mouth.

With a roll of his eyes, Soap turned back to you again. “As I was saying-”

The millisecond Soap had looked away, König did it again. This time, the stolen french fry earned him a slap on the hand. But it still ended up in his mouth as he bowled over in laughter.

“Hey!” Soap yelled, shooting him a playful glare and shielding his plate of food with his forearm. “Hands off my spuds, ya rascal!”

Seizing the perfect opportunity, Alejandro reached over from the opposite direction and grabbed one himself. Soap swung at him, but Alejandro was already prepared for it. He quickly ducked out of his reach, popping the morsel into his mouth as he snickered.

“That’s it, I’m eating with Price,” Soap announced, scooping up his plate protectively and strutting over to Price’s table. As he went, he yelled over his shoulder in a sing-song voice. “Imma tell on all of you, too.”

“Oh no!” Alejandro teased, poking out his bottom lip in a mocking pout. “Don’t tell dad! Anything but that!”

You watched him go, leaning towards Alejandro. “Is he really gonna rat you guys out over a plate of fries? Because if you’re about to get in trouble, I want to make it clear that I was not involved. Innocent bystander!”

Alejandro scoffed, waving his hand. “Nah, he’s just messing with us. It’s all just a bit of fun.”

Both König and Alejandro continued to giggle as you returned to your lunch, shaking your head. It seemed the fun was never in short supply here, and you loved it. But just as you were beginning to settle back into your meal, you saw Price meet your eyes from across the room. And the second you made eye contact with him, he waved you over.

“Aw man, what the hell?” you sighed, climbing to your feet. “I didn’t do anything! This was all you guys!”

You shot Price a pleading glance, frantically gesturing towards your table mates. You put on quite an elaborate performance, attempting to communicate the whole ordeal with facial expressions and hand motions. But he insisted, continuing to beckon you to join him where he sat.

“Fuck,” you grumbled, picking up your plate. “Am I really gonna have to take the fall for this?”

König shook his head. “Oh no. If Soap said anything about it, Price knows it was us. He knows us too well.”

Alejandro laughed, agreeing with him. “You’ll be fine, Mouse. It’s probably unrelated. Just go see what he wants. I’m sure it’s nothing serious.”

As you made your way across the room, you felt their suspicion had been correct. Soap was already deep into a dramatic story, and the rest of the table was fully enraptured by his account. He was talking them through a past mission, play by play. And boy, was it dramatic. Every heart-stopping moment, every last-minute decision, every fire fight. Every detail was retold with dramatic flair. You were almost tempted to grab a seat beside him and listen in. But Price was already motioning towards an empty seat beside him. So you obediently rounded the table and sat down.

“Hey, John,” you said, digging back into your food.

“Hey there, Y/n,” he smiled at you, edging his chair closer to yours. The friendly chatter at his table continued without him, allowing him just enough distance for a more private conversation.

“I wanted to chat about this morning real quick. About you and Ghost.”

You lowered your gaze, your appetite immediately vanishing at the mere mention of the Sergeant's name. “I know, I know. I shouldn’t have pulled his mask off like that. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just kinda freaked out and panicked.”

Price patted your knee reassuringly. “Oh I know, It’s not your fault. And I’m not upset with you or anything. I just wanted to check in on you. Make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh,” you said, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you had been holding. “I’m okay. My momma didn’t raise a quitter. So, I’m tougher than I look!”

“I can see that,” Price laughed. “I mean it, you did well today. Our new recruits could learn a thing or two from you.”

Though the high praise made your heart swell with pride, you still fidgeted with the hem of your shorts. “Is Ghost okay? He seemed really pissed…”

“I haven’t seen him since he left the gym,” Price sighed, a tired expression falling over his face. “And that’s not necessarily a good thing after the way things ended. I was going to ask you the same thing.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. For such a high-ranking member of the team, Ghost was annoyingly pouty. He was probably holed up somewhere on base, licking his wounds and sulking. Price noticed your dour look and leaned in hesitantly.

“Y/n, is there… Is there anything more to this than I already know? Is there anything Ghost has said or done that might- might hint at something?”

You felt your face burn as you blushed. Did he know? Oh god, had he heard something? Had Ghost told him something??

You tried to keep cool and not give anything away unnecessarily. “W-what do you mean?”

His eyes studied your face closely. And the scrutiny made you squirm in your seat a bit.

“I’ve gotten to know Ghost pretty well over the years. And I’ve only ever seen him act out like this once before.”

“Why did he act out before?”

Price paused, hesitating. It looked like he had many things he wanted to say but was struggling to bite his tongue. After a moment, he finally gave in.

“We never had this conversation, okay? And if you ever bring it up later on, I will adamantly deny it. Understood?”

You nodded, immediately intrigued by the suspense.

“A couple of years ago, Ghost was with this girl. She was real sweetheart, and everyone thought they were a great match. I don’t tend to jump the gun on things like that, but I won’t lie. Even I thought they were meant to be. But things didn’t play out quite the way Ghost initially hoped. She eventually broke things off and took off. As it turned out, she was still pretty attached to a recent ex, and it wasn’t until he reached out to her that she finally admitted it. Ghost took it pretty hard, and things got ugly. That was the first time I saw any kind of emotion come out of him. It was mostly anger. Anger and sulking. And he had a bad habit of taking it out on everyone around him. You have no idea what that was like. It was hell.”

Price paused, sighing heavily. His shoulders sagged. And in that moment, it struck you just how much he carried on his shoulders from day to day. He seemed to always do it with his usual cheery disposition. But as the captain, everything that was on his subordinate’s shoulders fell onto his by proxy. It took so much care and support to do what he did every day. But for the first time, you thought you saw his mask begin to slip. You wondered if the stress from this current situation was finally starting to take a toll on him, and it made you want to help him however you could. But as quickly as the moment occurred, the glimpse into his inner world flickered away with a roll of his shoulders. His calmer expression returned, making anything you thought you might have seen seem like a figment of your imagination.

“I guess what I’m saying is this,” Price steepled his hands under his chin, doing his best to choose his next words carefully. “I’m beginning to wonder if Ghost sees a bit of her in you, in a way. I’ve seen him clash with new recruits many times. But he never goes this far with something unless it comes a touch too close to his heart. Are you understanding what I’m getting at here?”

You hesitantly nodded, doing your best to feign both surprise and ignorance. “I think so. So you’re saying Ghost might… You think Ghost might have feelings for me?”

Price nodded, eyes locked on yours to see how you were handling the new information. But you kept any signs that you knew more than he did well concealed.

“I could try to talk to him. But when he’s like this, no one else can get through to him. So,...” his voice trailed off, a request plain in his gaze.

“You want me to go try and talk to him,” you finished his thought, realization coming into focus.

“If you’d be comfortable with that, yes. Just let him down easy and make it clear that you’re not interested. Once he has that closure, he’ll stand down and we can all get back to some kind of peace. I’d do it for you if I could, but he won’t hear it from me. It has to come from you.”

You nod again. As you did, a heady mixture of guilt and shame boiled beneath your composed surface. Price wanted you to reject Ghost’s advances and leave no room for misunderstanding. But it wasn’t so simple. And you knew there was no easy way to even begin to explain it. How could you tell Ghost you weren’t interested when you knew deep down that you were? How were you supposed to push him away when a part of you longed for him? And how were you supposed to reconcile that with the relationship you were already committed to? But at the same time, it was killing you to see Price so stressed out on your behalf. You couldn’t let him bear the burden of your mess like this. You had to do it. You owed him this much.

“I’ll go talk to him tonight before we go out,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll set things right.”

“Thanks, Y/n. I knew I could count on you,” Relief washed over Price’s face. He let out a short laugh. “I guess I should start calling you ‘Mouse’ now, right?”

“That’s completely up to you, John,” you grinned, rising from your seat. “Call me whatever feels best.”

“While I like your new callsign, I think I’ll stick with your name. I like it. Y/n. Rolls off the tongue.”

“That’s fine by me!”

You picked up your plate and started heading back towards your table. But after a few steps, you paused and backpedaled. “Wait. Do you have a callsign?”

“Of course!” Price took a quick sip of water, a playful spark in his eye. “Everyone here does.”

“Well?” You prompted, curious what nickname his teammates used for their captain.

“It’s Bravo Six,” he admitted with a laugh. “But please don’t call me that. It feels too… distanced. We’re all friends here! So, just call me John.”

“Okay, you got it John. Thanks again for the chat.”

Price winked at you, smirking. “What chat? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

[preservationofnormalcy]

OOC: hey folks! Just wanted to give an ooc message. It’s a little late for new year’s, but still.

Thank you for following this little project. I’ve been consistently blown away by the following I have here. Thank you for supporting me both with likes, reblogs, and fun tags, but with merch as well. It means so much to me. I have like 300 asks in my inbox and so many of them made me laugh when I got them, or made my mind go crazy with ideas. I’ve developed a lot of this setting in large part due to submissions making me think about it.

I’m on the last day of a week long PTO I booked. I got a lot of stuff done behind the scenes, a couple projects I’m keeping secret for now but I hope you’ll see before too long. I also adjusted (hopefully for the final time) the button designs (including all the poster styles that weren’t available before), and did some writing. I wish I’d been able to sit down and just queue dozens of asks but alas - life and time don’t stop when you’re on vacation. Thank you all for your patience, and I hope someday I can do this full time (along with some other OPN-related things) so I can have a faster turnaround on that stuff. Going forward I might be a bit more choosy simply due to the amount.

I have a lot of ideas for things I want to do with this project and I hope I get to do even half of them. We’ve hinted at one of them already. I’m really excited for the future of this, and I hope you will be too.

As a final note, soon I’ll be adjusting the prices of the stuff in the shop. The stickers and buttons may increase in price by about 50 cents a piece, but sticker shipping cost will decrease. That may be in the next few days. Check out the ko-fi for prints of my posters, stickers, or buttons, or to just send good vibes.

Thank you all for your support and love. Reading tags is my favorite thing in the world currently. Over the rest of today, please feel free to send me any ooc asks you like (or reply to this post) about the setting or requesting something you’d like to see - more about a certain topic, or the interview for a certain poster, whatever. I’ll try and get to them sooner rather than later.

Finally - thank you so much to my co-writer for helping and being a sounding board. I appreciate you.

[fentyjjk]

chapters 1 | 2

pairing jungkook x fem reader

synopsis a continuation of love lost part one, ie the events leading up to part one taking place/when jungkook proposes that you take part in a threesome you're caught off guard and deny his proposal, but you know and he knows you’ll eventually give in.

warnings jungkook is BEYOND scummy in this one, coercion, LOTS of talk about sex (this is not an exaggeration,) threesome, sexual manipulation, failed attempt to force a threesome, brief sexual assault(?) (it was an unexpected kiss that was not much appreciated nor liked,) insecure y/n, same sex sex scenes, smut, angsty if you squint, hoseokishere, namjoonishereaswell, dead dove do not eat !!!!

read me finally spun back to this one ! part one and two can be read as a stand alones, this is 20k words… please leave a like/note and or comment lastly... ENJOY !

You sighed in relief as you finally pushed open your front door, you’d been struggling for a few minutes to press the correct keypad input with your hands full. Once the wooden door swung open, you were ready to drop the heavy bags into the opening to relieve the burning ache from your hands, pausing when you see Jungkook sitting there putting on his shoes. Frowning you stepped over him, he didn’t acknowledge busy with his other shoe. “Are you going out? It’s late.” You called out to him, hastily putting the warm milk into the fridge, if you were lucky the milk wouldn’t spoil. It's not your fault. Summer was quickly fading into fall, the temperature drops came faster than expected and you were not prepared for it. The milk had to pay the price for your unreadiness as did your gas, due to the heat in your car blasting the entire way home.

“Yeah, me and the guys are gonna grab a bite at Choi’s.” He replies standing to his full height he pats his pockets double checking he has everything.

You pause, letting the fridge door slide closed, “Choi’s?” You scoff, reminiscent of a laugh, “babe where are you getting Choi money from?” You question staring at him through your kitchen window. “don’t tell me your idol career came back to life.” You snigger behind your hand as he flips you off. “No, but seriously, you can’t eat out at Choi’s, Jungkook.” You tell him, resuming your actions of putting the groceries away.

“Baby, it's just a one time thing, I’ll be back.”

“Jungkook, I’m not kidding around. We barely have the money to pay to live in this apartment and you want to go eat at a high restaurant? Are you out of your mind?” He sighs, closing his eyes.

“Why do you always do this?” He mumbles, but you hear him just fine.

You ignore the clear annoyance in his tone and instead ask, “Do what exactly?”

“Badger me like I’m some fucking kid.” At that you laugh, “why’re you laughing?”

“Because you’re not making any sense.” You shrug, “I’m being reasonable about our money, and you’re not.” He comes into the kitchen silently watching you organize the freezer foods. You eye him when you stand up, his jaw is set and his arms are folded.

An argument is brewing.

Luckily for Jungkook you’re too tired to hash it out. Softening your voice as best as you can you say, “Jungk—“

“I’m getting a tattoo, okay? Happy?” He uncrosses his folded arms motioning at you dramatically. You are relieved he’s not going to Choi’s, but not for long.

“Why’d you lie to me then?” You chuckle in uncertainty, glancing at Jungkook he tongues his inner cheek before shrugging.

“I don’t want you to come with me.” You gape at him, although this is not the first time he’s told you this, it still surprises you each time. He’s never given you solid reasons why and you usually tag along anyway. As silence falls over you two he can see the cogs turning in your head forming a question, you open your mouth to voice it, but he holds up his hand silencing you. “Baby, you just got home,” he starts, taking your hands in his own, “relax, watch a movie. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He promises, squeezing your hands, then he lets go leaving the kitchen.

“I’m not that tired,” yes you are. You were close to falling face first into the freezer moments ago. You're exhausted from working and then going grocery shopping, but you had to get it done. After all, Jungkook hadn’t done it and you asked him multiple times throughout the week to just pick up a few things you needed and he still hadn’t, conveniently always having something to do. “I’ll change and then we can go together.” You smile preparing to leave the kitchen, but he stops you by your hips, pulling you back into his chest.

“Baby,” he mumbles into your neck, “I’ll be right back, hm? Then I’ll be all yours.” The familiar heat settles in the pit of your stomach at his words, the thrumming heat steadily spreading downward at the proximity between you two.

You smirk as a thought pops into your head. “We can fuck in the car.”

“I’m getting a thigh tat, baby, that’d hurt.” He snorts pressing a kiss to your neck, you hum thumbing over the top of his watch.

“Who said anything about me riding you? You can do all the work, I’m tired, remember?” You grin craning your neck to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He drops his head back to your neck, mouthing along the skin there.

“Which is why you should stay here, Y/n.” His teeth graze your skin and you swallow a moan, this tactic won’t work on you, you need to go — you will go. You’re not particularly fond of Jana or her twin sister Hana. Though they've done the majority of your (and Jungkook’s) tattoos and they believe you’re all friends, you think differently. Hana is too touchy with Jungkook and flirty (as if you don’t exist) and her sister sees no issue with her sister doing so and laughs it off. It’s also why you haven’t gotten back to them in two years about your planned trip to Jeju. Aside from that, you don’t like the idea of Hana showing up to her sister's parlor while Jungkook is there and you’re not, because more often than not if he’s there she “randomly” shows up, even on her days off.

“No, let me change. I’ll be right back.” Jungkook sighs, letting you go to your shared bedroom to do as you said. Slipping out of your denim shorts you can’t shake the weird feeling in your gut. Jungkook would never do anything with Hana, he practically laughs in her face when she flirts with him, and for Jana it’s no different although she’s never made a move on him in your presence. She has more respect for your relationship than her sister. You'll give her that. But still want you to go because you’re pretty sure when Jungkook schedules an appointment for a new tattoo or a piercing Jana tells Hana, it's by no means a coincidence that she randomly comes to the shop when he’s there. But Jungkook wouldn’t do anything, you know that. Even if you’ve drifted apart in the last few years you’ve both remained faithful and with the recent arguments you two have been getting into —which results in no apologies and angry sex— that achievement deserves its own appreciation.

Stepping back into the living room Jungkook is nowhere to be seen. Confused, you move to the bathroom, but he’s not there either. He didn’t leave you, no, he wouldn’t do that, right? Not when you so clearly told him you wanted to go. You reach for your phone ready to curse Jungkook out as his name flashes on your screen.

Answering, you prepare to yell at him, but he beats you to it, “It's cold, I'm warming up the car, come down when you’re ready, baby.” You close your mouth expelling the breath that was saved for shouting allowing your anger to fade away at his thoughtfulness.

“I’m coming now.”

The familiar scent of mangos and that unbearable ‘clean’ smell hits your nostrils as soon as you step into Jana’s parlor, the bell above the door chiming. “Hey.” Jana greets Jungkook unable to see you behind his broad frame, she sounds far too friendly for your liking and you step into view making your presence known. Her grin slightly falters as her gaze shifts behind him to you. “Oh... Y/n!” She tries to convey that same friendly tone, but it's evident it's forced. You ignore her sitting into the black rolling chair next to the reception desk. No one’s here, but you three you notice. Glancing up at the black clock on the wall you know why; it's past closing time. It's ten, the shop closes at seven. The uneasy feeling is back as your mind makes up the worst case scenarios of why in the hell Jana is willing to do a tattoo for Jungkook three hours after closing.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Jungkook places a paper in your hands. Your confused eyes meet his, but he nods down to it and you examine the sheet, it's a sketch of a snake, its body is wrapped around what looks to be a thick pole, Jungkook explains it represents his thigh, he’s asking for your opinion.

“Which thigh are you getting it on?” He taps his left thigh, you hum deep in thought. “I think it’ll look good.” He smiles displaying his teeth, before leaning down and kissing your lips.

“Thank you baby.” You mumble a you’re welcome pulling away from him. You wouldn’t have retracted so quickly, but in your peripheral you see Jana blatantly staring at you. You relax as they start up a conversation, Jungkook sitting down on the black leather seat while Jana washes her hands, preparing to tattoo him. You scroll mindlessly on your phone for the time being, glancing up, you look back down to your phone and then the image before you processed and your head shoots back up.

“What are you doing?” The question slips out before you can fully articulate just how bothered you are by the scene before you; Jana on her knees a black cushion beneath her while Jungkook’s jeans pool around his ankles. If not for the shorts hidden by his jeans you would’ve been shouting by now.

Jana prepares the ink gun raising her brows, “What’s wrong?” You scathingly laugh.

“Why’re you on your knees?” Seeing the look Jungkook gives you you mumble the last bit, fearing you may be making a big deal of nothing — no, no the fuck you’re not. Jana is on her knees in front of your boyfriend. If this wasn’t utterly disrespectful, it's at the least unethical. You squeak out an excuse as they both stare at you expectantly, “your knees will hurt.” You murmur weakly.

“I don’t mind being on my knees for a few hours.” You don’t miss the sly grin she sends Jungkook, eyeing him through her lashes. Jungkook coughs looking away, avoiding your eyes.

What the fuck?

You open your mouth to bark out a snarky remark, but the loud whirring of the ink gun fills the other wise silent parlor and you shake it off, leaning back into the chair.

You’ve been staring, Jungkook knows you have. He’s sneaking peeks at you every few minutes just to see your unwavering stare on Jana. You don’t care if you’re playing into the jealous girlfriend act right now. You’re not okay with the position they’re in and they -especially her- need to acknowledge that. But even when Jana catches your stare she just smiles returning to her work.

You only left once to use the bathroom, Jana had moved in your absence. Before, her hand rested on the floor propping her up onto the pillow as she worked. Now, her hand that isn’t occupied by the ink gun rested on Jungkook’s bare thigh. You bit your inner cheek, drawing blood to hold back your curses, this was so incredibly wrong. The ideas you have in your head just by seeing them in this position makes you wonder what the hell Jungkook might be thinking looking down at her between his legs smiling up at him innocently while they make conversation.

Your jaw clenched so tight you’re afraid your teeth may shatter, but you can’t do anything. If you blow a gasket, Jungkook leaves with a half done tattoo, or Jana sees you and Jungkook aren’t as happy as you act in front of your friends -weakness in a relationship breeds opportunities for people like her and her sister- you can’t believe you never assumed Jana felt that way towards Jungkook. Nor considered that she would do something so provocative knowing your relationship with him.

Jungkook’s stare on you becomes increasingly judgemental when he picks up on your scowl. Initially, he thought you were intrigued by Jana’s work like any other time you two came together. You'd watch closely asking questions about every little detail although you hadn’t done that in a few months. Your lack of input into the conversation was obvious, your anger as well. His eyes leave yours as he jumps, the needle digging into his flesh as little beads of blood spill. “Ow, shit.” He reaches for the wound to cover it, but Jana swats his hands away.

“Why’re you so jumpy? You have like a thousand tattoos and don’t touch, you’ll get it infected.” She scolds him reaching for a sterilizing wipe.

“I have tattoos up here,” he gestures to his upper body, “not on my thigh, you know that.” It’s true, she’s given him every tattoo he has. She knows he’s just recently started to fill his lower half with ink, but the way he words it makes you feel uneasy.

She hums, once again looking up through her lashes a small smile decorating her lips, “Well we’re gonna have to fill all this up then, hm?” She drags her fingers down his right thigh to his ankle and he visibly swallows. It’ll be over soon, you tell yourself but it's not helping, not when she strokes the skin of his ankle adding, “you wanna be tatted down to here?” Maybe it’s all in your head. Maybe in any other context that normally unassuming sentence wouldn’t have sounded like a sexual insinuation. Maybe Jana’s just offering more of her services. But you’re fuming and can’t stand the sight of him and her like that.

“I think you should take a break.” Jungkook looks at you with big eyes, shocked that you’ve actually spoken after an hour of silence and glaring.

Jana shakes her head tossing the bloodied wet wipe into the granite trash bin beside her thighs. “I don’t need a break, I want to finish as soon as possible.”

“Well, if you wanted that you would’ve done the tattoo during open hours not at ten at night,” Jana turns to you ready to reply as you quickly approach them, yanking Jungkook up out of his seat. He almost kicks Jana in the head, and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t so pissed off. “You’re taking a break.” You leave no room for argument as you drag Jungkook away from that bitch, to the back room. You slam the door pulling at the ends of your hair which you’d no doubt be upset about later on as you just got a silk press done a few days ago, but you were stressed out and your hair turning into a curly mess while you’re angry is the least of your problems.

“Bab—“ Jungkook closes his mouth when you turn to him, the look in your eye begs him to light the fire under you. One wrong word and you'd curse him out, uncaring if Jana hears how upset she truly made you with her little stunt. He swallows, licking his lips, he examines your features, attempting to find the right words. “Y/n,” No pet names, your name. No doubt he can see how upset you are and he’s not sure if the next few hours will go over smoothly if you continue like this. “What’s wrong?”

You scoff at him releasing your hair, “What’s wrong?” You repeat his question and he nods despite knowing you for almost six years he can’t pick up on the mocking tone you hold, “Jungkook, she’s on her fucking knees giving you a tattoo when she doesn’t have to.” It’s Jungkook’s turn to scoff waving you off as being dramatic, he readies to leave the room, but you grab his wrist. “Kook, we’ve seen her give thigh tattoos before she doesn’t need to be on her fucking knees for you.” Jungkook flinches at the for you disliking the choice of words.

“I only have eyes for you, baby.” He watches you closely as he grabs your hands like he did earlier as if trying to calm a wild bear, cautious and weary. And now it’s clear you’re the bad guy in this instance, to him at least.

You pull away from his hold plopping down onto the leather couch. If you’d look up you’d see the small smirk decorating his lips as you stretch out onto the couch, you were so cute. Jungkook always thought you were cute when angry, not all the time, sometimes you truly pushed him to the edge, but nonetheless you were so adorable. Looking at you now fiddling with your fingers he wants to laugh at how ironic this predicament is. You're so upset by Jana on her knees whilst unknowingly sitting on the couch where they’ve done much worse.

“That doesn’t matter to me, Kook. She’s being disrespectful.”

“To who?”

“Me!” You exasperated, throwing your hands up into the air. Jana was the main cause of your outrage at the moment, but Jungkook was really starting to piss you off. You just wanted him to see the issue with what she was doing, but it’s as if he’s acting stupid—you pray that’s the case because if not he is just plain fucking stupid. “Us, you! Jungkook, if I got on my knees for another man to give him a tattoo how would you feel?” He’d be pissed, much more than you are now.

He shrugged, “If you were more comfortable that way then.. I guess I’d be fine with it.” He forces the untrue words out of his mouth and you notice shaking your head at him bluntly lying to you.

“I want her off her knees, now.” You started reaching for the door handle, turning the knob but Jungkook was shuffling forward.

You face him as the familiar clicking sound fills the space, “Wait in the car.” You open your mouth to protest as reaches for your hand, forcefully closing the car keys in your palm, his larger hand covering your own. “Do it, please, you can even take a nap.” He smiles, trying to calm the lingering tension in the air.

The fight is leaving your body as you look over him. You’re well aware that he’s only trying to deescalate the situation and with the lack of adrenaline from before fizzling out you nod wanting nothing more than to snuggle up in the car.

And you do just that.

“Where’d she go? Home?” Jungkook shakes his head, making himself comfortable in the leather seat.

“She’s tired. She’s gonna sleep in the car.” Jana hums, flicking on the ink gun, “don’t do this again.” He warns as her hands hover above his skin, the whirring needle grazing the flesh of his thigh.

“Hm, are you really that upset?” She smirks, setting down the gun, Jana lightly grips Jungkook’s knees forcing him to remember all the times they’ve been like this before under much different circumstances. “And I wasn’t lying… you know I can be on my knees for hours at a time.” She grins.

And if you had stayed awake just a bit longer to watch them through the glass windows you would’ve seen Jungkook pulling her forward by her neck to kiss her.

The car beeping is what awakes you, Jungkook closing the door after completely bringing you out of your groggy state. “Hey, sleepy head.” Jungkok teases leaning over the console as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

You yawn, stretching your limbs, “You’re done?” He nods motioning to his thigh. If you were a little less tired you’d question why he switched out of his jeans and where they went, but you don’t. You press the car light studying the intricate lines that form a snake wrapped around Jungkook’s thigh, covered by a thin layer of saran wrap. The tattoo only adds to his intimidating aura and although you’ve known him for far too long to see him that way, from an outsider’s point of view he looks cool and edgy. “It looks nice.” You hum in approval, swiping your thumb along the skin under the tattoo. “You look sexy with it.” Jungkook chuckles, leaning over the console once again this time to seal your lips together.

“What did you say about fucking in the car again?” He rasps amusement dancing in his eyes, but there’s lust as well.

“Now that you mention it, I’m not all that tired anymore.” You push your car blanket aside sliding into Jungkook’s lap, he hisses readjusting your position on his lap. “Shit, sorry.” He shakes his head waving off your concern.

“It’s fine.”

And then you fuck right there in the car in the parking lot of Jana's shop. Jungkook’s evident desire for you solidifies his previous statement; he only has eyes for you.

Jungkook has been overly nice to you since the tattoo incident. Though you weren’t as angry as you usually are when you two argue he’s still silently apologizing; doing anything you ask around the house, buying you random gifts, going out of his way to bring you lunch or make you breakfast if you forget. Thinking this over after he parted from your office leaving you with a bento box, you knew he wanted something. Something big. It's been two months and he kept up the nice boyfriend display. He even started apologizing first at the mere hint of an oncoming argument. It was strange which is why you’ve been pondering just what the hell he wants to act so tedious around you.

The final gift he gave you before asking was a candlelit dinner. In awe you looked around your living room, it was something out of a hollywood movie. Red and white balloons filling the room from, rose petals forming a mini walkway to the table with candles beside them adding to the romantic aura. Jungkook helping you out of your coat and heels is what brings you out of your daze. You eye him, he looks and smells good. His biceps bulge as he hangs up your coat, his thighs doing the same when he bends down to carefully take off your heels. “Jungkook… what the fuck...” Jungkook chuckles at your amazement, guiding you to the dining table, he pulls out your chair where you two typically eat take out in silence. He motions you to sit.

“Lean forward.” You do and he gently moves your box braids forward so they don’t get caught between your back and the chair. Yeah, something is definitely up.

You keep your questions to yourself as he prepares your plate asking about your day, typical, but weird. It’s never been this chatty between you two. Which considering that you’ve been together for five years is probably a bad thing, but it works for the both of you, because if you don’t speak there’s no opportunity for arguments.

After eating, you sat in silence, the crackling of the candle dead center on the table filling the room. Jungkook’s previous chattiness was now as you’re realizing a result of him being nervous…and then it dawns on you.

Oh fuck, he’s gonna propose.

You didn’t even consider that a possibility earlier, but it all makes sense. Jungkook’s behavior has been to stay on your good side in hopes that you’ll say yes to him, he must really want to marry you. Thinking back on how difficult your relationship has been over the years your eyes well up with unshed tears, despite your issues Jungkook still wants to marry you. He still wants that traditional picture ‘perfect’ life with you. And only you. “No, why’re you crying?” He asks, reaching across the table for your hand. God, he even grabs your left hand.

Not wanting to spoil that you’ve caught onto his plans you wave him off, dotting on your tears with a napkin. “Nothing, this is.. this is so beautiful, Jungkook. Thank you.” His smile making your heart throb. You can still pick up on his lingering nerves as he prepared bungeoppang for the two of you. Frowning, you gestured to his empty plate, “You don’t want any?” He gives you a tight smile shaking his head no. “Why not?”

“I’m eating light.” I might vomit if I eat anymore, he wants to say that, but he can tell you’ve already picked up on his uncontainable anxiety. You say nothing else, cutting into the bread, you take a bite. You purposely eat slowly, mulling over Jungkook’s hastily approaching proposal. Are you even ready to get married? Five years is a fairly long time to be together without a ring and finally when meeting new people you wouldn’t have to introduce Jungkook as your boyfriend of five years, but your fiancé. But that didn’t mean you were ready. Was Jungkook even ‘the one’ for you? Glancing up at said man he offers you a warm smile, his eyes turning to tiny crescents, as cute as he is and as skilled as he is sexually that doesn’t mean he’s a lifelong partner.

The spark isn't there anymore relationship-wise, you both could attest to that. You can’t pinpoint when it died out—maybe it was two years back when arguments were an almost guaranteed daily occurrence or maybe it was the second year you were together when Jungkook silently made you choose between your job and him. You take a small bite of the bread and drop your fork, Jungkook’s eyes meet yours as the chair screeches behind you with the force of your stance. “Y/n—“

“I need to use the bathroom, excuse me.” You escape to the hall without waiting for his reply. Locking the bathroom door behind you, you leaned against it, your heart hammering in your chest. Your thoughts were making you extremely anxious probably even more so than Jungkook. Your breaths come out uneven and quick.

Get a grip, Y/n.

It’d be a waste of five years if you said no to Jungkook. Although saying no doesn't necessarily mean the relationship is over, you can’t imagine Jungkook’s ego accepting that you denied him. You fish your phone out of your pocket, you need advice. Opening your chat box with your bestfriend you nibble on your bottom lip. Lia wasn’t exactly fond of Jungkook, but she is the closest person to you, she could put her opinions aside to help you out.

You

Lia, Jungkook’s about to propose to me and I don’t know what to say.

Lia

Jungkook? Propose? What?!

You

I know, I know fuck I'm so nervous

Lia

Why?

You

I’m not 100% on saying yes, but neither am I 100% on saying no

Lia

Y/n.. you know how I feel about Jungkook

You do, Lia’s expressed discontent for your relationship with Jungkook ever since you chose to stay in Korea for him all those years ago. He was actually the cause of your first real argument with her. You were far too defensive of your decision and Jungkook and she was set on pointing out all the flaws he had. She was only looking out for you, but you didn’t see it that way.. which led to you mentioning her relationship with Yoongi and how despite his issues (like him being unfaithful to her when they dated in college) she was still with him.

“That’s different.” She told you fed up with the constant back and forth and your audacity to bring up her relationship, “I left Yoongi after that, you know that. We only got together again years after college it took me a long time to trust him again, and this isn’t even about me, Y/n!” It wasn’t but you were tired of being on the hot seat, she was scolding you like you were her child long before she had Yori. You snicker at the thought, she was always meant to be a mom.

You

I do, but I don’t know what to do with myself, I’m hiding out in the bathroom and he’s just out there waiting

You can imagine her sighing now, you’ve asked too much of her over the years when it comes to Jungkook and you. Her relationship wasn’t perfect, but her and Yoongi as you like to call it made it out the mud. They have a beautiful baby girl and they’re married and actually happy, not playing up some facade for the acceptance of others. She’s put her true feelings on the back burner a thousand times to aid you in your relationship issues, but this was huge. Marriage wasn’t something you flip a coin over. Paired with the fact that you’ve told her you don’t want to redo marriage again if it doesn’t work out, she doesn’t want to screw you for life because of poor wording.

Lia

Y/n, this choice is yours, if you’re having doubts you might already have your answer, but if its general nerves then think it over.

Lia

I can’t tell you whether or not to accept a proposal, even as your best friend that choice is yours alone.

You know that, but you’re so hopelessly lost, and back out there with Jungkook staring at you like you hung the moon and the stars just for him isn’t making things any easier.

Lia

Tell you what let's do a pros and cons list

Lia

Cons first go

You

We argue a lot, he’s oblivious to girls flirting with him, he makes poor financial choices, he’s stubborn, he refuses to see my point of view on certain things

Lia

Five cons, pros now

You

The sex is good…

Lia

That’s it? The sex?

Reading over your texts you can’t think of anything else that makes you yearn to accept Jungkook’s proposal. Other than the fact that you don’t want to be thrust back into the world of dating and starting over again. In addition, no one you’d slept with before you got with Jungkook gave you as many mind blowing orgasms. You come to a realization then. Those are also the top two reasons you haven’t broken up when advised to by Lia. A sad fact to face is that, your pros for marriage are also the only two things keeping you with him.

Lia

Do you even love him?

Instinctively you want to say yes you do love him. For five years you couldn’t be bound to him by lust alone, right? You had to love him. Ignoring the thoughts that remind you of how empty you feel telling him you love him you type your response.

You

Yes I do.

Lia

But all you can come up with is sex? That's why you want to marry him? Seriously?

You

Why did you marry Yoongi?

Lia

This isn’t about me, Y/n

You

Please just tell me why

Lia

He makes me a better person as stupid as it sounds. When we’re together he makes me feel like I can do anything, he cares for me like truly cares for me… he has his moments where he struggles to verbally express it, but he shows it through his actions. He tries, despite our past he’s shown me he’s not like that anymore, he’s grown since then.

It’s wrong to compare, you’re aware but looking at your relationship objectively next to hers, it's a losing battle. Jungkook brings out the worst in you- scratch that, you bring out the worst in each other. It’s either fucking or fighting, sure one is innately better than the other it’s usually a result of the ladder.

You

How do you know you love him?

Lia

Yori, when I see her I think of him.. its hard to explain, but it's like seeing our love in physical form, and just seeing how he loves her makes me fall harder every day, I’m not just in love with him I fall harder every day.. ah this is so cheesy

You begin to type out another question that could aid in your decision when a soft knock to the door startles you. The cause of your anxiety calling out to you, “Baby, are you okay? It’s been almost twenty minutes.” Fuck, had you really been gone that long? You mentally praise yourself for texting Lia instead of calling her because God knows how long Jungkook’s been outside the bathroom. Locking your phone you turn on the sink, splashing some cold water on your face, you catch a glimpse of your appearance in the mirror. The mental dilemma is written all over your face. The black pants suit you put on this morning drowning your shaking form.

You can’t hide forever.

Drying your hands you unlock the door, Jungkook looks down at you for an explanation but you brush past him, going to back the dining room. He joins you at the table this time sitting beside you instead of across from you, you still don’t have a clear answer for him, but the stalling is coming to an end as he opens his mouth.

“So.. Y/n.” He grabs your hands, a nervous grin layering his lips. “I have a question to ask you.” He goes to stand up but you force him back down, gripping his thigh.

“Jungkook..” you say through a strangled breath, knowing what's coming is taking all the energy out of you, knowing that you have to say no is weighing you down. But that’s the only option you have. Lia was right, you have no real reason to love Jungkook anymore, but you won’t bruise his ego by declining his proposal. It's best to just stop while you’re both ahead. “I can’t—I..” you swallow nervously, “I love you..” you quietly mumble, “but this? I can’t do this.” You let go of his hand gesturing to the air around you.

“What? I’m sorry I’m not following?” Hearing the evident confusion in his tone you look up at his face matching his words he looks utterly confused.

You fiddle with the fabric of your pantsuit, closing your eyes as you finally say, “I’m not ready, Jungkook, I can’t marry you.” You don’t know how you expected him to react to your denial, maybe he’d leave or shout at you, maybe throw a thing or two—he’s never done that before, but that’s just a possibility of how he would display his attitude towards your reluctance to wed him. However, he did none of what you would’ve guessed, instead he laughed.

Now you were the confused one, “Baby, what?” He dotted under his eyes as if wiping away tears, his nervousness from before now replaced with pure amusement at your assumption. “I wasn’t gonna propose to you,” he reassures you cupping your cheek. “I was going to ask you.. if you would be down for a threesome?” The second the word ‘threesome’ leaves his mouth your heart drops. He rambles on, but you cannot hear him because your boyfriend of five years just told you he wants to invite another person into your sexual space.

Your eyes begin to gloss over as he drones on about how good it’d be for your relationship, something about “strengthening your bond” and “spicing up your sex life” when the first few tears fall he stops speaking, gently cradling your face in his large palms.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” The soft tone isn't lost on you, nor is how careful he’s being just like before. How could you have been so stupid? For five years Jungkook hadn’t proposed, for five years you two mostly argued and fucked things out, you weren’t fit for a wife and he damn sure was no husband. All that carefully curated buildup, all the nice things he’d done for you wasn't for you to agree to marriage, but to willingly engage in a threesome. For two months, he’d been nothing but incredible to you for this. A fucking threesome. Everything's blurry with your glossy eyes, but somehow you manage to shove Jungkook’s hands away from you and stumble into the bathroom, locking yourself inside like earlier.

“Y/n…” Jungkook knocks against the door, sighing when he’s only met with your light sobs. “I didn’t ask to upset you, I-I thought it’d be fun.” Despite his intentions he did upset you. The one thing you pride yourself on in your relationship is your sex, its why it was your number one pro to marry Jungkook after all. Your sex is unmatched, you do not want to share him with anybody and you thought he felt the same.

Jungkook has ruined you for other men—granted they all come in different shapes and sizes. Jungkook's build, his stamina, and his knowledge of how to get you over that blissful cliff is hard to find in anyone else. It took only a few days for Jungkook to know everything that turns you on and only a day to make you enjoy overstimulation. As odd as it was, you thought that was the same for him. Sure, he could find another woman, one with different tits and less of a stomach, and a fatter ass (although he loves your ass) but it would be pointless to start over again, not when he has you. But then again that’s the difference between you and him gender wide at least. Women for him just have to be wet enough, tight enough and he’s good to go. Men have to be Jungkook. There’s no way around it.

The thought of him fucking someone else in front of you—cumming from someone else while you watch doesn’t make your stomach coil in lust, but unease and disgust. You’ve caught Jungkook’s eyes wandering before on women, but that didn’t matter because he would never cheat on you, but now thinking back on it maybe he was looking at them as possible candidates for your threesome. Jungkook knows your body well, yes, but he knows your mind just as much if not better and just like him you know eventually with enough pushing and sulking on his end you’ll give in.

That night you stayed in the bathroom sleeping uncomfortably in the tub over having to face Jungkook. In the morning, you left without waking him up, struggling to look at his sleeping figure without getting teary eyed. It pained you to know that Jungkook wasn’t as satisfied with your sex life as you were. You lacked something that he thought he could get from another woman. He was kind enough not to cheat, but fucking another woman in front of you is the same thing, no? You can’t tell when the sex got boring for him, when did he realize he needed something you couldn’t give him? He can’t fake an orgasm that’s for sure and each time you’ve went at it like animals he’s come so what is it that made him want this?

After eight grueling hours at work you went over to Lia’s place. Yoongi was at work and Lia had just gotten off and though she had her hands full with Yori she put her down for a nap to hear you out. You presumed you looked how you felt, like shit because she was offering you a drink to ease whatever turmoil was rolling off of you. Lia liked to say she can pick up on energy and if she can she knows that you tossing back two shots back to back is due to something inherently negative.

“So.. you told Jungkook no?” Ah, that's right. After crying yourself into passing out you never told Lia how it went or even corrected yourself that he didn’t want to marry you, but fuck you with another woman present. So you explain just that and how stupid you felt for thinking that way in the first place. She takes your hand in hers offering you a small smile, “If you don’t want to do it, then don’t. He can’t force you.” But he sure as hell can guilt trip you, but you don’t say that instead down another shot. “Y/n..” It’s pointless sitting here talking to Lia about this.

Jungkook will get his way, it's been like that for the entirety of your relationship. Whether that’s your job overseas, you chose Jungkook and with this threesome ordeal it’s inevitable you’ll cave and choose Jungkook again. The whole thing makes your head hurt -or maybe it’s the shots- no matter the circumstances you’ll always put Jungkook first. It’d take some serious wrongdoing for you to put your feelings and your comfort at the forefront over his and Lia must know it too as she holds you, allowing you to cry.

You couldn’t hide out at Lia and Yoongi’s house forever, not even when she offered you her guest bedroom, a place you’ve slept many times after countless arguments with Jungkook. Said man was sitting on the living room couch when you attempted to quietly slip out of your shoes and escape to the bathroom to shower, hopefully putting off your conversation, but you know the beeping of the keypad gave away your presence. “Y/n.” He calls out to you as soon as you reach the hall that leads down to the bathroom. “We need to talk.” He sighs standing up.

“No we don’t.” You attempt and quickly fail at isolating yourself in the bathroom, Jungkook stands there in the doorway pouting at you. Ah, another tactic. He’s sulking faster than you thought and successfully pulling at your heart strings, pushing you closer to caving earlier than you hoped.

“I wanna say—“ you turn your back to him running the bathwater as you check the temp for the water. “Y/n.” The annoyance in his voice is obvious but you don’t give into him, beginning to strip. Clad in your undergarments he finally stops you spinning you towards him by your bicep, he’s too strong for his own good. “I said, we need to talk.” Scoffing, you pull your arm away.

“And I said no we don’t.” Jungkook rubs his temple sighing as you get into the shower sliding the glass door closed, the water beating down on you muddling his words. It’s when the talking stops you think he left and finally allow yourself to relax. The main reason you're putting the conversation off is because you know you’ll give in if he keeps using his Jungkook tactics, without fail it’ll work on you, but also you don’t want to hear Jungkook’s excuse for wanting to openly cheat on you. Even if he doesn’t see it as infidelity, it is. And hearing Jungkook dance around why he wants another person would only be hinting at your lack of something sexually, your ego doesn’t need to hear that either.

The shower door slides open, Jungkook slipping in behind you. God you really hate how excited that makes you despite all the other negative feelings he’s brought out of you the last two days. He reaches in front of, grabbing his shower gel, his arm brushing against your hip. Fuck, is this another tactic? He washes himself in silence and you do the same. No words are exchanged and you’re thankful that you’ve managed to yet again evade the topic until he breaks the peaceful atmosphere.

“I just wanted to try something new.” He tells you pulling you into his chest. “Okay? That’s it, baby,” He takes your shower gel and the sud-filled rag in your hand washing your front again. “I love you, you know this.” Do I? You bite your tongue to prevent the question from slipping out, that question would bring on an even more uncomfortable conversation, one you and Jungkook have avoided for years.

“Why, Jungkook?” You lean back into his touch, unfortunately yearning for it regardless of the inner battle you're having mentally. “We can do anything and everything to each other so why do we need another person? Whether that be guy-“ his face turns up repulsed by the idea reflected in the wide shower head, “or girl.” His features relax, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“That’s why, we’ve done everything, but this.” His hands drifted downwards. “we’ve technically had sex in public, we’ve fucked in every position possible-“ he pauses watching your facial expression in the metal shower head above turn from worried to something he’s more familiar with, desire. His fingers ghost over your clit as he leans down to your ear, purposefully pressing his lips to your skin. “This would benefit both of us..” he murmurs, kissing behind your ear. “think about it… me fucking you while another girl kisses you doesn’t turn you on?” Well, with his fingers actively working to turn you on, yes it does.

“Why n-not a guy, huh?” Jungkook shakes his head meeting your eyes in the shower head, “w-why?” You swallow a moan when he slips one finger inside you slowly working you open.

“I don’t want you with a guy.” He says simply shrugging. That’s unfair—no, it’s fucking absurd!

Pushing his hands away from your cunt, you face him still throbbing between your legs but having enough decency and common sense to know that letting him finger you whilst having a conversation like this will only end badly for you. “Jungkook, what makes you think I want to see you with another girl?” He furrows his brows, opening his mouth to reply, closing it again he looks away from you. “Kook, I really don’t want to do this, okay? Unless it’s with a guy I’m out.” Sliding the shower door open you leave him there with his thoughts.

You were pissing him off, the fact that you had yet bowed your head and bit your tongue to please him was unnerving. A whole week had gone by since your shower together and you were stone walling him. Unbeknownst to you he’s trying to make things better for the both of you. Though he’s been dabbling in cheating with Jana for a little while now he wouldn't have to if you had all had sex.

It makes sense to him.

You all hookup, you’d realize how amazing she is and something could come of that maybe a relationship, but you’re so insistent on fucking a guy Jungkook is close to giving up on the threesome idea altogether. Jana was easier to convince than you, of course she was, she’s not in love with him like you are, but still. Last night was the final straw, you promised Jungkook to look for someone for your threesome, and to his displeasure you were looking for a guy, not a girl.

You weren’t looking, despite Jungkook’s worrying thoughts you were not scavenging males for someone to fuck you. He was upset by your suggestion the other night that was clear but so were you if not more. The only way he stopped talking about the threesome was by you bringing up your fake seeking out of another male partner for sex, it worked, but he was pissed. He was also avoiding you, coming home late and leaving early. It made you happy that the idea of a man sleeping with you even if he was present bothered him so much that he needed time away from you, plus now he knew how you felt after he admitted to wanting that with a woman.

Walking the busy streets of Seoul you could forget about all that. A slither of peace was offered to you as familiar tunes flooded the Seoul streets. You stopped to look at some cute puppies pressed against the glass of a pet store. You’d been here before to Jung’s Pet Store. If your building didn’t have a pet fee you would’ve bought one of the cute pups home by now. Busy crouched and tracing the glass to entertain a cute german puppy you don’t notice someone approaching you from behind. “Netter 97,” your head shoots up at the familiar voice, your eyes widening in recognition at the male beside you.

“Hoseok!” You stand ignoring the ache in your legs from your position throwing your arms around the male. “Oh God, no one has called me that since college.” You slap his arm and he grins pleased that you remember the nickname he created for you, you were fairly athletic back then, in college and excelled at volleyball. When you pull away from the embrace he eyes your hand, no ring. His grin widens.

“Ah, its been so long, how have you been?” He asks leaning against the glass where the puppies helplessly bark for your attention, your eyes flicker down to them and back up to him, he reminds you of them as weird as that may sound. In college, he was always energetic and smiling like a puppy and even now though he looks more mature, but still just as cute and full of life.

“I’ve been good, how about you?” You reciprocate his smile, making grabby hands at the cute pups giggling when one of them jumped towards the glass.

“Stressed,” you give him a concerned once over your brows drawn together, “it’s nothing serious, my granddad passed away and-”

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Hoseok’s still smiling as he waves off your apology already having heard that same statement thousands of times.

“Its fine, uhm, he owned this place actually,” he points a thumb back towards the shop your in front of, “-and he sort of left it to me.” Your eyes double in size, the place you’ve come by almost everyday after work is owned by your ex from college and you haven’t noticed up until now… wow. “It's a new thing, so I’m just a little antsy about it.” He chuckles, rubbing at his nape.

“Ah, I hope things get better for you, Hoseokie.” You look back down as the new addition to barking pups a tall doberman catching your attention causing you to miss Hoseok’s light blush at the nickname.

“Thank you..” he clears his throat bringing your attention back to him as he straightens himself pushing off the glass. “I’m sorry, I have to ask.. Did things work out with Jungkook? Or… are you single?” Your brows raised in shock, your lips parting, you hadn’t expected that. “Sorry, sorry. Was that too straightforward? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfor-” you lightly grasp his forearm, cutting off his nervous ramblings.

“Its okay.” You offer him a smile, “and to answer your question, me and Jungkook are still together.” You tell him dropping your hand from his flannel clad bicep.

“Ah..” Hoseok only lets you get a glimpse of his disappointment before it dissipates into a smile which is undoubtedly forced. “He hasn’t made a wife out of you yet?” He queries nodding down to ringless hands.

You bite your bottom lip shaking your head. “No.” You hide your hands in your jacket pocket, “He hasn’t gotten around to it yet and things have been..” you trail off. Things have been shitty, awful, terrible, if Jungkook proposed right now you’d probably laugh in his face. “Rocky as of late.” Hoseok nods, taking in your negative description of your relationship. Hoseok isn't as bitter as he was back then over you choosing Jungkook over him. Back then you tearfully claimed you caught feelings for Jungkook you didn’t know how it happened but you did, things could change now the roles could flip and you could choose him.

“I hope things get better, I would’ve made you a wife by now, you’re too pretty to just be someone’s girlfriend.” He tells you casually, chuckling at the taken aback expression on your face.

“Hey! Hoseok, I need help in here!” A woman inside calls out to him, holding two boxes with the infamous cat brand “Min” labeling the sides. He pays her no mind looking back to you and the woman huffs dropping the boxes.

Oh God is that his girlfriend?

“Are you flirting with me while you have a partner?” You quickly whisper as the fuming woman strolls closer, from this angle she sort of looks like a feminine version of him.

“No! That’s my sister- ow!” She tugs on his ear when she gets to you two.

“Why’re you chatting up customers? There’s boxes that need to be unpacked and customers waiting in line!” Now you can see the sibling dynamic, calming your worried thoughts. Hoseok truly is still the same caring heartwarming guy he was back then, he’d never cheat.

The same can’t be said about Jungkook.

He smacks her hands off, glaring. He closes his eyes inhaling deeply before he opens them gesturing at you as you wave sheepishly at the woman. “This is Y/n.” Her eyes widen dramatically letting out a loud ah in realization.

“So you’re the girl Hoseok won’t shut up about? You finally gave him a chance? He’s been pining since col-” Hoseok slaps his hand over her mouth dragging her back into the shop as she yells protests and swears into his palm.

“I’ll see you, Y/n! If things don’t work out my numbers been the same since college!” You giggle at the scene the heat from earlier filling your cheeks once again, if you were lighter you’d be blushing. Giving one last tap to the glass you bid goodbye to the pups and Hoseok as well before heading home. Although it’d be shitty from the obvious attraction Hoseok still has for you, Hoseok could do well in your threesome. You’ve had sex with him before numerous times actually and he’s no Jungkook, but he’s good in bed.

Returning home, Jungkook didn’t acknowledge you which you were immensely thankful for. Each time he opened his mouth the conversation would magically drift towards the threesome and then an argument. Unlike the other times you’ve had your disputes it didn’t end in sex, but door slamming and someone leaving. It was appalling to you that he was still set on this threesome despite your reluctance to even see it as a possibility for the two of you. It isn’t until your cutting a variety of vegetables and he’s grabbing a drink from the fridge do either of you speak.

“How was your day?” He speaks first, no surprise there, you weren’t looking to talk anyway.

He eyes you nervously playing it safe with his word choice, so you take the bait, slicing a carrot as you shrug. “It was fine.” Jungkook’s gaze falls to the little chops you're making, biting the inside of his cheek, he exhales. You can already feel the exhaustion taking hold of you as he opens his mouth, ready to start up yet another argument. “Jungkook, I already told y—“

“Can I hold you?” You go silent, stunned at his question, the knife in your palm clattering onto the cutting board. “we barely talked this week…” His shoulders slump, his grip tightening on the bottle in his hold as he confesses, “and I miss touching you..” his doe eyes meeting yours has you nodding letting him come around the counter and press himself to your back. You resume cutting enjoying the warmth he provides and somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind you admit you missed him too. Even if you’re arguing you at least see each other, touch each other even if it is sexually and as result of a fight, you’re around one another.

These past few days have been long and distant, Jungkook’s stubbornness paired with your avoidant behavior made for a never ending cycle of not speaking to each other or even sleeping in the same bed. Him being here, wrapped round your waist softly humming into your neck, comforts you in a way you can’t remember feeling in the last few years of your relationship.

He surprises you when he speaks again this time whispering a soft I’m sorry. You put down the knife spinning in his hold. “What?” You breathe baffled that he’s apologizing first, not ignoring the issue or fucking it out with you like usual.

He swallows, his eyes dropping to the gold pendant hanging low on your neck, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have forced that onto you, or even asked—“ You have a strong urge to kiss him and you do gently cupping his cheeks, “What was that for?” He asks, his lips brushing yours.

“I’m not sure,” you tell him quietly, not wanting to ruin the slice of comfort you’ve created in the kitchen.

“Can we just.. go back to how things were?” You nod, kissing his cheek.

“No more talk of a threesome.” You warn him jokingly holding up your knife. He smiles agreeing with a grunt when you turn around. His smile falls as you resume preparing dinner, his jaw set. You’d agree, he thought, you just need a little more of a push. Jungkook’s not stupid, he knows the core of your relationship is based in sex. He sees it when he stops you from preparing dinner and bends you over the counter. You look at him with so much emotion more than you ever have when telling him you love him. So, if you sleep with Jana while he’s present maybe a relationship can prosper from there. You just need a little time.

Jungkook, to your surprise, didn’t mention the threesome. Five months had passed and you’ve fallen back into your routine, Jungkook and you weren’t arguing as much either, in fact getting over the little issues that had risen months ago after his proposal had made you stronger, or so you thought.

You were extremely tired, all but dragging your feet to your apartment door, the corridor seemed to stretch on longer when you were tired, but finally after hauling your bag inside and kicking off your heels you could rela—

You hear a giggle.

A feminine giggle followed by, “I’m so nervous.” Suddenly you weren’t all that tired. With quick steps you reached the living room confused by the scene in front of you, Jungkook and Jana sitting side by side. Not that it mattered, but their legs were touching, arms too. Jana noticed you first beaming as she stood encasing you in a bone crushing hug, “Y/n, how are you?” In need of space, you thought as she pulled back from your motionless figure barely inches away from your face.

“I..” you looked at Jungkook who only stared at you with a seemingly hungry glint in his eyes as he watched Jana rub your forearms, slowly, too slow as if she’s feeling you up. “I’m good, tired.” You tell her attempting to step back, but she follows you grinning at your confused expression.

“Mm, tired?” Her voice dips into something lower, huskier. If you weren’t so tired and confused with her sudden presence in your home you’d say she’s attempting to sound seductive. Her eyes fall to your lips. “Why don’t I relax you then, huh?” Before the word what can leave your lips she’s moving forward, kissing you. The feeling of her tongue swiping across your flesh is what brings you out of your initial shock, your body reacting on its own as you push her back your eyes wide. You stumble back away from her. She looks at you as if she’s confused. Jungkook laughs rising from the couch he stands beside Jana, both of them now towering over you.

“Baby, relax.” Jungkook murmurs to you, moving behind you he aligns himself with your back wringing his hands around your waist. He gently squeezes your hips as you stare at Jana who stares back, licking her lips.

“Jungkook, what the fuck is going on?” You nearly squeak when he grabs your ass, “Kook—“

“The threesome, baby, remember?” Jana steps forward now once again her gaze falls to your lips. She’s going to kiss you again you realize as she begins leaning in. You absolutely do not want her to do that so you quickly slip away from the sandwich they forced you into, panting. What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? You were happy, elated even after you assumed Jungkook had dropped the threesome subject altogether, Lia was even surprised when you told her he actually stopped talking about it, but you didn’t think he’d do this; force it on you. You thought he was better than that, apparently he’s not.

“Jungkook, why the fuck? W-what the fuck?” You don’t even realize you’re crying until you look down the carpet below you darkening with your tear drops, you’re shaking as well. Somehow Jungkook’s managed to make you feel unsafe in you’re own home and uncomfortable. So fucking uncomfortable. Jana furrows her brows looking between you and Jungkook. To her knowledge you agreed to the threesome. Why else would Jungkook mention having one? Jungkook steps closer to you but you step back, you are repulsed by the thought of him touching you, being near you, not when he did this.

“Calm down, Y/n.” He tells you gently, his hands turning to fists at his sides so he doesn’t touch you. This isn’t how he expected you to react, he was hoping for anger, screaming, then kissing and fucking. The normal progression between you two. But right now you’re shaking and crying whilst trying not hyperventilate. You’ve never felt this emotion with Jungkook. He brings out a lot of you, rarely anything joyous, but this discomfort, this fear, is new. And you need to get away, far, far away. “Baby, why don’t we just sit down, hmm?” You’re turning, running, stopping at the front door to grab your shoes and purse before you bolt out of the apartment. Jungkook does not chase you, his only attempt to stop you is when he opens the door calling your name.

Your car door slams as you settle inside, the exhaustion from literally running away from Jungkook weighing down on you as your emotions take hold. You’ve never felt so betrayed by him. You know he did this, he orchestrated this, he caused all the unpleasant emotions you’re feeling. It’s all his fault, he never dropped the subject, he just waited until you were seemingly okay with him again and sprung it on you. That thought alone makes bile rise in your throat. Consent, and lots of it at that, has been a big thing for your relationship so for Jungkook to pull this feels like something you can’t come back from. You’ve been through a lot with Jungkook, your relationship has suffered and survived a lot of tumultuous shit between you two, but thinking about him touching you trying to get you to participate only brings more tears to your eyes.

You look up from where you’ve been hanging your head to see Jungkook exiting the building, a satisfactory smile tugging at his lips as it dawns on him that he got outside before you left. His smile falls as you turn your key in the ignition reversing he runs up and you catch sight of his bare feet. In another scenario this would bring you some sort of pseudo-comfort that despite the pain he might be feeling from the rocks digging into his skin he chased after you, right now it doesn’t. You’re glad he might be bleeding, feeling just a fraction of what he’s made you feel emotionally.

Without looking back you drive off.

You drive for hours a mindless loop around your apartment complex and then drive past Yoongi and Lia’s house for such a long time that the lights turn off your fifth time around their block. You need to talk to someone but you don’t even know if you feel comfortable enough to talk to Lia about the situation because then if you stay with Jungkook she wouldn’t help you in the future. If it came to this, you having to seek out advice from her because of something like this, she would absolutely hate Jungkook for what he did. And you wouldn’t blame her. You might hate him as well.

It’s a long shot, but you try anyway. You park in front of your bestfriend’s house under the blinking street light, shutting off your car. You were almost out of gas literally and metaphorically. You were so tired of everything. Your job, coming home to him, him. You were tired of him. Things weren’t getting better. Jungkook was subtly luring you in for the kill and like the good little mouse you are, you played right into his trap.

Please be awake.

Your leg nervously bounces as the phone rings the voicemail reaching your ears. Swearing you’re ready to hang up when the automated message fades out to a groggy confused hello?

“Dr. Kim!” You close your eyes relieved, you need professional help. Lia is amazing, but she’s no Dr. Kim. You and Jungkook’s ex-relationship counselor. He’d been with you guys for a year before Jungkook decided you two were both healed and no longer needed therapy. He said relationship counseling brought out a bad side of you. He said you were more argumentative and it made him feel like shit, so you sent Namjoon a thank you and goodbye messages and that was the end of it. But now you’re thankful you didn’t delete his number.

“W-who is this?” You wince at the sound of his sleep deprived voice, guilt over taking you for calling so late.

“Y/n, I was one of your clients up until July last year—“

“Mm-mm-mm yes, erm.. if I’m remembering correctly you no longer needed my services?” You’re guessing that’s his polite way of saying ‘why the fuck are you calling me?’ But in a nicer, professional, modest way.

“I.. I need some advice-“ you start, catching onto the low sigh he releases.

“Y/n-ssi, I would love to help you, but it is so early in the morning,” you glance up at your dashboard at your dashboard 1am staring back at you. You’ve been driving for almost six hours. Great, now you and Jungkook could add avoidance to your long list of issues—maybe that was already there but instead of driving away, it was fucking, dancing around the problem physically.

“I know, but I just… I can’t ask my friends for help and you’re… you know licensed in this field.”

“Ah, I can tell you’re desperate…” he sighs settling on helping you despite his body begging him to go back to sleep. “Alright what’s going on? Lay it on me.”

And so you explain for the next twenty minutes what’s been going on between you two. From the tattoo thigh incident and how that made you feel to now the forced threesome situation.

“Okay,” Namjoon says thoughtfully, it reminds you of last year when he’d lean onto his thighs, fingers laced as he processed whatever you or Jungkook had just told him. He never interrupted and now was no different he just listened and then— “Y/n, can I talk to you person to person? No counselor to client, just normal advice?” You gulped, well that couldn’t be good. “Y/n?”

“Yeah, I-I’m here, go ahead.” You tell him, biting your inner cheek.

“I think you should break up with Jungkook,” he says pausing to let you react, freak out, something, but it never comes and he continues, “Your relationship for as long as I’ve known you two is very imbalanced and toxic,” he breathes getting more comfortable speaking to you normally rather than keeping up his professional almighty persona, “I’ve had friends like that; they bend to every single need their partner has and it leaves them feeling miserable. I’m glad that for once you’re retailitating, but when I think back on all those other sessions we’ve had you’ve always conceded and now I don’t think it'll be any different.”

“Namjoon?”

“Yes?”

“Have you always felt this way?” He sucks his teeth, the line going uncomfortably silent.

“Honestly? Yes. When you guys stepped into my office you were very…handsy, but there was no… emotion behind it if you get what I mean. Like you two would talk a lot about how you have sex and argue, but that was about it. Every once in awhile there’d be a date and a cute gesture for one another, but other than that you two talked about each other like hateful fuck buddies and when you stopped coming to me I thought it was because you finally ended things, but no.” His tone leads you to believe he’s disappointed by the news that even a year after cutting ties you two have stayed together.

You don’t blame him, when you did go to him it was right after you made the decision to stay in Korea for Jungkook’s career while forfeiting the opportunity of a lifetime for your own. Namjoon was a patient man (and very attractive, seriously if it wasn’t for Jungkook you would’ve totally hit that—or not, Namjoon seems more the settle down type not really into hookup culture you assume.) when you two would start bickering and swearing at each other during a session he‘d just watch and listen and then proceed to talk to you like you were children. It worked to ground the both of you but you never really apologized to one another other, just fucked it out in the bathroom or the car. And then Jungkook decided things were good and asked you (told you) to cut ties with Namjoon.

He said he didn’t like how Namjoon was altering your relationship, you were more bitchy (advocated for yourself more) too much attitude over stupid stuff (calling Jungkook out on genuine stuff) plus you could utilize the tools Namjoon supplied you with without actually going to him. And that worked out fine, right?

Wrong.

Namjoon sighs, bringing you out of your thoughts, “Y/n, I think the best thing you can do for yourself is leave Jungkook.” You stay silent swallowing the lump in your throat, its making it harder to breathe. Everyone has already told you this, but none of the people that advised you to end your relationship are certified in relationship counseling like Namjoon is, it was different, the advice felt heavier, it meant more. “No more talking, no more compromises, okay? I mean he quite literally tried to spring a threesome on you tonight.” The lump wasn’t going down the more you swallowed the harder it got to stay calm and before you knew it tears were forming.

Namjoon got quiet again, your lack of esponse worrying him, “Y/n–“

“He’s all I know.” You mutter hanging your head, “I’m all he knows, it's been that way for years.” You inhale deeply to hold back the wave of emotions you’re feeling. “Do you know how hard it would be to start all over again? I-I fucking can’t.” You press your fingers into your eyes attempting to push the tears back that threaten to spill.

“Y/n,” Namjoon started carefully, “have you ever considered that you’re not all Jungkook knows?” You slowly remove your palms glancing at your phone, your vision littered with black spots.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you ever thought that…” Namjoon hesitates. This breaks all of Namjoon’s moral grounds as a counselor, but fuck it you need to leave Jungkook, plus he’s no longer your counselor breifly laying out the details of what Jungkook told him during a solo session technically breaks no legal barriers. “That Jungkook may be c—“ Your phone vibrates in the cup holder, glancing down you see Jungkook is calling you. You press the red button and resume talking to Namjoon.

“Sorry about that, he was just calling me.” You explain, aggressively typing out a message to Jungkook.

You

Don’t fucking call me.

You’re not surprised by his response.

My Love

Don’t be like that baby come on answer me

“What were you saying?”

Namjoon clears his throat recounting his train of thought, “Right, I was saying, have you considered that the reason Jungkook is such a bad boyfriend is because he’s been c—“ Ring. You clench your jaw as his name pops up again, automatically putting Namjoon on hold as Jungkook’s special ringtone plays. The song brings you back to your first date, when Jungkook bad told you the song reminded you of him adequately titled “Butterflies” it fit back then, but now that feeling in your stomach isn’t butterflies, it’s anxiety.

Whatever, you have to talk—seriously talk sooner or later, why not get it over with?

Jungkook was feeling brazen and after you left, who was going to take care of his hard on? Half of the reason he felt so hot and bothered had left and that left Jana, who was more than happy to get on her knees no questions asked while he dialed you.

“What, Jungkook?” You hissed, gripping your phone tightly.

“Hello to you too, baby,” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut as Jana slowly bobbed her head swallowing a groan he dug his nails into his thigh, “when are you coming back home? We need to talk.”

“I agree.”

“Great, I’ll see you in what? Twenty minutes?”

“No, I’m staying out tonight,” Jungkook was listening, yes, but this whole ordeal was making it hard to stay quiet. His side situationship or side piece was giving him head while you, his girlfriend, stayed on the phone your voice thick with attitude (something that he finds incredibly attractive) absolutely clueless to his current predicament. His hands tangled into Jana’s pin straight hair—it was nothing like yours, but he could imagine stuffing your throat to get you to shut the fuck up, such amazing imagery almost made him bust right there. “Okay? Bye.” Jungkook blinked his eyes open, but it was too late. You hung up, God, he doesn’t even know what you said; Jana does. In his attempts to stay quiet she could hear you on the phone from her kneeled position.

“She’s staying at a hotel,” she said lowly, languidly stroking his cock. “We’ve never fucked at your place before, why don’t we make it a first, hmm?” Jungkook opened his mouth to agree swiftly breaking into a swear as she enveloped him with her mouth once again.

It'd be a long night.

You were getting antsy. You texted Jungkook some three hours ago to meet you at the Seoul Park—well it wasn’t really a park more of an open field of grass with park benches—he read the text an hour ago, so really you’d only been waiting an hour, but with the upcoming conversation looming over your head it felt like an eternity had passed.

And Jungkook was… busy for a lack of of a better word. While you twiddle your thumbs about the inescapable conversation that would determine the future of your relationship he was busy fucking Jana all over your shared apartment. Bathroom shower, kitchen counter, your bed. It was all so incredibly disrespectful and he knew it too, but God it was so hot. You ate breakfast where Jungkook bent her over, you bathed where Jungkook pinned her against the shower wall—not too long ago he pinned you against it the same way. Yeah, he saw your text, but you’d still be there waiting.

Because that’s what you do when you love someone, you wait and he knew you'd wait especially for him.

It was stupid to do so, but six long hours later you had dozed off on the bench. Morning had very quickly turned to afternoon right before your eyes and you slowly drifted off. It’s not like you weren’t completely aware of your surroundings because you definitely felt the weight of something large and furry crushing you, and something wet brushing against your cheek. “Somi, stop it!” Your eyes shot open the scene before you would have been comical if you weren’t so startled; Hoseok with one foot propped on the bench beside your thigh leaning back as he pulls on the large dogs collar with his full weight.

“Hoseok-ssi?” You mumbled tired, confused. How long have you been at the park? Why did the sky look like it was about to get darker? More importantly, where was Jungkook?

“Y/n-ssi, sorry about that,” Hoseok huffed, successfully pulling the dog off of you to his side, keeping a tight grip on his leash. Hoseok dug into his pockets pulling out a few napkins. He took a step closer to you and began wiping the area the dog had licked, cleaning it. “Somi here can be a bit too energetic when we go for walks.”

“Well he’s a cute little puppy,” the dog barked happily as if it could understand you, making you giggle, causing Hoseok to smile. The dog rolled onto its back and you got the message lightly scratching at its soft tummy. “Yes, you are, good puppy.” The dog palms the air and you giggle again at its cuteness.

“So… why were you asleep out here? That’s pretty dangerous.” Your mood soured as you remembered your intentions with coming to the park. Hoseok was always good at reading you in college and now was no different so of course he took notice. “You don’t have to answer that!” He assures you, hands raised in defense.

“Its fine,” you waved off his concern, “I’m actually waiting for Jungkook,” you sigh pressing on your phone to see the time, “it’ll be six hours of waiting in five minutes.” You laugh bitterly, the puppy below you whines and with the pitied look Hoseok gives you he might as well have done the same.

“Have you eaten?” You perk up, you had a small trail mix before you left the hotel you checked into, but that was over five hours ago.

“No..”

“We can go grab a late lunch if you like?” He offers rocking on his heels nervously.

“That sounds amazing, I’ll send a quick text to Jungkook.” Hoseok gently grabs your wrists just as your fingers brush against your phone case.

“Don’t. If he kept you waiting this long you shouldn’t offer him any solace like updating him on where you are.” You hesitated to agree. Yeah, Jungkook kept you waiting (just like he wanted) but that didn’t mean you wanted him panic if he got here and saw you were gone..

And speaking of the devil.

“Baby,” Jungkook appeared beside Hoseok, smiling while he sized up the male. He hadn’t seen him since college. He looked slightly different; he grew his hair out and packed on a few muscles. Not like Jungkook’s though, Jungkook was better, or thats what he told himself because you were not just eye fucking Hoseok… right? It’s funny really how upset he is by the idea of you checking out another male while he fucks Jana, but it’s different for him.

Jungkook’s not surprised when he sees you that you’re glaring at him, topping off your display of anger while crossing your arms. “What the hell took you so long?” You avoid looking at Hoseok who shuffles on his feet awkwardly feeling out of place. This conversation — upcoming argument -- is not meant to be heard by him clearly, especially by the way Jungkook keeps narrowing his eyes at him.

“Didn’t look like you needed me anyway, Hoseok here seemed to be keeping you plenty company.” You scoff at his accusatory tone, shaking your head.

“He just fucking got here! I’ve been waiting six hours!” Jungkook got quiet at that, he didn’t think he’d been running around with Jana for that long, time simply escaped him. He couldn’t escape this though, by the way you’re glaring into the side of his head he knows your attitude isn’t disappearing any time soon. What a headache.

“Yeah, okay, well you can continue chatting up Hoseok, I’m going home.” He actually has the audacity and walks off, he walks away from you after you waited six grueling hours in the Seoul cold for him to get there and fell asleep only for him to stay no longer than what two minutes? Absolutely not. Hoseok catches your wrists as you stand up to go follow him causing you to rip your arm away misdirecting your anger towards him. Upon realizing the confused and hurt look on his face you stutter out your apologies and then run off quite literally chasing after Jungkook.

What does she see in that guy? Hoseok wonders and if he asked that to you before you ran off, you wouldn’t know how to respond.

Catching up to Jungkook was easy. He hadn't even started up his car yet, he knew you were coming and after catching sight of you running out the open gates leading into the park he started up his car. “Kook, wait!” Jungkook bit back a smile seeing you panting as you rounded his car, even angry you cared so much about him. In an odd way it warmed his heart.

“What, Y/n?” He asked after rolling down his window.

God how did you two even get here? Jungkook was just supposed to meet with you, talk to you, fix whatever is going on. He’s late, he's in the wrong, then he shows up and sees you talking to an ex and now you’re in the wrong. Mind boggling.

“I fell asleep okay?” Bitterly you add, “waiting for you.” Jungkook chuckles, dissatisfied by your answer.

“You expect me to believe that you fell asleep at the park? Jeaus Christ if you’re gonna bullshit me make it a little less obvious yeah?” He begins reversing so you plant your hands on his car window and he stops eyeing your hands like he’s expecting something, an apology maybe? It doesn’t matter this is getting both of you further away from the issue at hand: the threesome.

So what if you have to butter him up a bit? At least you will finally fucking talk because truly you don’t want to have to even consider Namjoon’s advice. It's not like your whole world revolves around Jungkook, but it starts and ends with him. Say you leave him, then what? What’s next? Dating again? The thought of either of you moving on makes you physically sick to your stomach. So you need to talk. Now.

“Baby,” its hard but you level your voice, soften it with a little sugar as you lean down closer to him with the barrier of the car between you. “You know I only have eyes for you,” You say throwing his words back in his face, “there is literally no one else for me—“

“You were checking him out-“ he interjects and you shake your head because really that's not what you were doing. Thinking back on it you don’t recall your eyes ever straying from his face unless you were looking at the large puppy beside him, but Jungkook needs a little reassurance to open up, so you’ll give in.

“Kookie,” he bristles at the choice of name. You haven’t called him that in a long time, almost three years. You only used this nickname when you wanted to butter him up and now is no different. “I love you, okay? I love you, no one else. Me and Hoseok broke up ages ago. I chose you then, it's always been you,” Jngkook nods along to your words that undoubtedly feed his ego, softening up at your sweet words of affirmation and then you say: “Plus we’ve only talked like twice since college.” You say in hopes that he lets go whatever pseudo-male competition he has with Hoseok, but instead you do the opposite.

“What do you mean you’ve spoken twice?” He narrows his eyes at you, his grip on the wheel tightening.

You gape at him, fuck, that’s right he doesn’t know about the other day. Sighing you run your hands through your hair, “A few weeks ago I saw him when I went out for a walk-” He doesn’t let you finish before he’s scoffing.

“Wow, you’re unbelievable.”

“Kook, I saw him and we had a two second conversatio-” you try to explain, but again he’s cutting you off.

“He seemed way too comfortable with you for you to have only talked twice in years, don’t lie to me.” You want to scream at him, this is so hypocritical. Jungkook is trying to make something out of nothing whilst also hoping you get on board with his threesome idea, if anyone is cheating or seeking something outside of your relationship it's him!

“You’re acting crazy, Jungkook. You do realize that if I was cheating I would try my best to not get caught with Hoseok in public, right? Why would I go out of my way to talk to my side dude in a public space that I asked you to meet me at, hm? Think for a second.” Jungkook’s eye twitches at your words.

“You really calling me stupid right now?” He says glaring.

“Jungkook.. Can we just stop with the games? I’m so tired of this. I just want things to go back to normal.” Jungkook’s lips catch at the metal decorating his bottom lip.

He inhales deeply, “They won’t,” you furrow your brows, “I mean you don’t do anything I ask you,” and that, that hurts to hear. You do almost everything Jungkook asks, even if he doesn’t if anything it's the other way around; Jungkook won’t drop the threesome subject despite how uncomfortable it makes you, he doesn’t listen to you. “I mean I ask for one thing and you avoid me for days and start secretly seeing your ex?” You open your mouth to defend yourself but he holds up his hand silencing you. “What do you want me to think, Y/n?” His voice softens up the fight leaving his voice and when he looks up at you you can see tears in his eyes, “I love you, okay? I do, but I don’t trust you right now,” Your heart aches at the confession breaking even more as he looks away to collect himself. “I don’t know what it will take to get us back to before, but I need some time-”

“How much time?!” You bitterly chuckle gripping the car door, “How much longer are we going to be like this?”

The fight is back in your voice and you just as easily bring it back to life in him as well, “You tell me, Y/n! You’re the one being difficult it's not even a big deal-”

“To you.”

“Yes to me, you know I only have feelings for you, why can’t you just do this for me, huh?” Ah there it is, back to the threesome discussion once again.

Scoffing, you step back taking your hands off of his car, “It's always the same bullshit with you.” You shake your head in disbelief and turn away from him quickly walking off.

“Baby!” You hear his door close the familiar sound of him locking his car ringing out as you walk faster. “Y/n!” He easily reaches you grabbing your wrist, you rip away from his touch as if he burned you facing him with a hard glare. “Do you want it to be someone else? Is that the problem?” You want to scream at him, that no, that's not the issue, the problem is that seeing him be physical with someone else—even the thought of it pains you, but he’s already proven that he doesn’t care for that reasoning.

“Why her? Why did she even agree?” You demand crossing your arms Jungkook goes quiet for a bit before answering;

“She’s someone we’re familiar with,” he shrugs, “I don’t want to fuck some stranger, plus Jana is one of the few people in our circle of friends that isn’t taken and likes girls,” he watches you mull over the words your lip tucked between your teeth, a habit of yours when you’re thinking, “and I’ve caught her checking you out a few times.” He shrugs again, licking his lips.

“So that’s it? She’s attracted to me so you thought she’d be a good fit?” Jungkook nods biting back a smile, “how do I know this isn’t her plotting to steal you away from me?” Jungkook shakes his head gently grabbing your hips pulling you into him, right into his trap.

“Well for one, I asked her, and two she seemed thrilled by the idea of fucking you, not me.” Jungkook chuckles, lying right through his teeth. Yeah, Jana thought it’d be hot to have a threesome, but you weren’t the main reason she agreed, he wasn’t either, it was more so the fun of it for her.

You inhale deeply placing your hands on his shoulders, “If we do this won’t it make things awkward?” Jungkook pulls you closer cradling you to his chest, he can't hold back his smile this time and he can’t have you catching onto how ecstatic he is that you caved, you’ll back out all over again.

“No, baby, it’s just sex.” He mumbles, kissing the top of your head.

“Sex is what keeps us together,” you joke, but it’s painstakingly obvious that it's true.

“I bet she’s nothing like you in bed, I wouldn’t leave you for anyone, ever.” You nod into his embrace slowly opening up to the idea of expanding your sexual life. When you thought about the threesome you always pictured Jungkook and Jana having sex in front of you, failing to realize that you’d have to be included too, all three of you not just them and you watching, so maybe that makes it better. Plus if you mange to keep Jana on you you wouldn’t have to see them fucking at all… right?

You exhale a shaky breath, fisting Jungkook’s sweater, “She’d have to get tested, for everything.”

“She already did,” Jungkook informs you, jerking your head back you frown waiting for an explanation, “before she came to the apartment I asked her to get tested a few days prior, she’s clean, I made sure of it.” You nod looking down at his chest away from his eyes that silently beg you to accept his proposal and he must know their effect on you because he lifts your chin forcing you to look into those innocent doe eyes. “What do you say, baby? You want to have some fun?” He stretches his thumb up brushing your lower lip, smearing some of your gloss onto the pad of his finger and suddenly those doe eyes aren’t so innocent.

Gulping you nod. “Okay.”

It had been set for Saturday, the threesome. Jana didn’t have work on the weekends, you worked the morning shift and Jungkook, well, he didn’t really work. You would all be free after five and at six Jana was supposed to come over to your place.

And Saturday got here way too quickly.

You’d been anxious all morning; at work you had this distracted glossed over look in your eyes, some of your co-workers who’ve never even spared you a glance before asked if you were alright and with a polite fake smile you said yes, just tired.

And the day continued like that. Filled with anxiety and brushed off concern.

Some small part of you knew that you didn’t have the right to be as upset because you did agree to it, but the main issue for you is you also haven’t had sex with anyone else in years.

Jungkook has seen everything; getting naked in front of him was like breathing to you, no nerves, no nothing. Even after your minimal weight gain he still fucked you all the same and if he hated it at least he never voiced that openly. But now you have to reveal all the little things you dislike about yourself to another person. You didn’t lack confidence per say, you’re attractive you know that, but on top of that having to be naked side by side with Jana was unnerving especially with Jungkook having to watch you both, would he make comparisons? Would he gravitate towards her more with the excuse of the threesome? Should you just back out? If you did according to Jungkook things would still be disarrayed, but maybe it's better that way?

At the park last week you had requested Jana get retested, you trusted Jungkook’s word but you wanted to make sure, you haven’t really learned safe sex with women. Despite liking them you’ve only had one sexual encounter with another female prior to getting with Jungkook. With guys it was easier you just need a supply of condoms and no oral (which reminds you things would’ve been easier if your added partner was a male) but with another woman your options were limited, so a test was needed. Your phone dinged with a text, a group chat had been made with Jana, you and Jungkook.

Three-way

Jana: You guys like the name?

Jungkook: Its unnecessary

Jana: Whatever, anyways here Y/n 🧡

She sent you an email link that detailed her results, skimming the page you read her test results, she was clear of everything. Your last ditch effort of ridding Jungkook of his proposal was Jana having something, anything, hell you would’ve even used her having a urinary tract infection against him, but no.

Knock, knock, knock.

Jungkook was sitting next to you with bated breath his excitement overflowing, he grinned at you springing up from the couch, you barely caught sight of his back before he was off to open the door for Jana. The nerves were back again, full force, your stomach churned with anxiety. If you thought too hard about what was to come for too long you might vomit up your lunch. Your knee bounced as you heard them talking, the sound getting louder as they moved towards the living room.

God, this was an awful idea.

“Hey, Y/n,” Jana waved at you when you looked up, your eyes dropping down to her choice of outfit in confusion. Did she dress up for this? Jana’s clothing choices were always a little dark, but she’s never worn this much leather and is that makeup? Since when does she wear makeup?

A conversation you had with her previously she told you she prefers not wearing any makeup because it brings more male customers, they would rather get tatted by men, she chalked it up to sexism; if you look harder, tougher you can work an ink gun better, that’s what she told you her male clientele thought, you don’t know if you believe her because if anything her makeup makes her look even darker; black eyeshadow layered the corner of her eyes along with a deep red under her sharp eyes giving the illusion of eye bags, paired with a bold red lip. Were you being too observant of her? Or was it that you can’t tell if she dressed up for Jungkook or for you?

Well, she said yes to Jungkook’s offer so probably him.

“H-hey,” she smiled, a hint of amusement glinting in her eyes at your stutter.

Jungkook stood a few feet behind her, eyeing her, that feeling in your stomach shot up to your chest as his hands pulled her backwards into him. You're rendered speechless when she spins around and pushes his hands off, “Uh-uh,” she shakes her head, “I want her first,” Jana points a thumb back at you.

You can’t tell if the way your stomach flips is from anxiety or excitement, but that doesn’t matter as she approaches you. There’s something different about her, its fiery and dark. Maybe it’s because you know you're about to have sex or the fact that she seems more seductive, or is that just you? You take a glance at Jungkook before she fully blocks your view. His hands are folded behind him, like a good obedient school boy as he watches his lip tucked between his teeth. Once her leather jacket blocks your view you are forced to look at her, “Don’t look at him, look at me, okay?” Her demand is soft, her hand on your chin is not.

Nodding you opened your mouth to ask her a question, but her lips were on yours. A few weeks ago you didn’t properly feel her lips on you because you shoved her off, but now, now you can really feel her; you pray Jungkook doesn’t do the same, but you compare. She’s softer than Jungkook, if anyone looked at you two it’d be obvious she’s in control, her hand on the side of your neck angling your head up, she’s so gentle with you, her hands are everywhere, they aren’t that much bigger than yours and they're exploring, groping you.

The first press against your new abdominal piercing elicits a small gasp and then she presses harder, causing you to moan she uses the opportunity to slip her tongue inside your mouth. And you’re falling, letting her lure you into the deeper parts of lust and before you’re ready to admit it, you’re dampening your underwear. Her hand slides up from your neck to your curls fisting the dark locs.

When she breaks away you surprise yourself when you chase her lips with your own, “Breathe,” she tells you lightly pushing you back against the couch, her hand moves again. You’re so aware of every little touch, every little movement she makes is absolutely ruining you and then you remember with a half hazy mind you have an audience. Your eyes catch Jungkook’s just as she presses on your nipples pinching the tiny bud through your shirt, you whimper as she continues tormenting you, “you sound so pretty,” you look away from Jungkook to her, she’s amused intrigued by this display, your body wouldn’t make it to vogue, but she looked at you as if you were the hottest thing she’d ever seen. It made things easier, more exciting.

You allow her pull you up marching towards the hallway, Jungkook following behind and once again you’re trapped between them, but you’re okay with it. You accept Jungkook’s hands on your hips, his lips trailing kisses down your neck, it's only turning you on more. It’s when she stops, do you open your eyes, “Where's your bedroom?” She wonders aloud, Jungkook who's behind you snorts seemingly bemused by her lack of knowledge.

“The second door on the left,” Jungkook spins you around picking you up, his eyes wander over your face for any sign discomfort or regret and though the anxiety butterflies are still going strong you muster your best smile and press your lips to his, “Get in here.” Jana barks, pulling Jungkook’s arm that isn’t holding you up, you hit the bed, but don’t pull away like routine — except Jana is here.

When Jungkook pulls away for air you sneak a glance at Jana, she’s undressing. You try and fail to hide your gasp when she unclasps her bra, her eyes meet yours in a sly manner, she continues while she eyes you, Jungkook nips at your neck bringing your attention back to him, “How do you want us, hm?” Jungkook’s choice of the words—the implication a few weeks ago would have turned you off, offering them as a package deal sounds too intimate.

But it's not a few weeks ago and your panties are sticking to your folds.

“Baby…” Jungnkook pinches your chin turning your face towards him when your eyes stray behind him to Jana, who is now completely naked. “answer me.”

“I-I don’t care,” Jana disappears behind Jungkook’s larger frame only her nails in sight as she kneels behind him her hands running up and down the length of his arms, you’re not sure but it looks like he shivers from the simple touch.

“Mm, you want me?” Jana rests her chin on Jungkook’s shoulder, dropping her hands to his shirt beginning to unbutton it, “Take her clothes off,” Jana eyes the side of Jungkook’s head and he moves pulling off your underwear and sweats in seconds leaving you bare to their hungry gazes, “oh poor baby you’re soaked,” Jana chuckles moving from behind Jungkook to touch you, but also letting you see her truly declothed. Her tits sway as she crawls forward, her eyes are so dark she looks predatory. You’ve always thought of Jana as intimidating, with all her tattoos slash piercings and her bare face that seemed to be always set in a scowl, but it's hot now, it's attractive. She thumbs at your clit and you shudder. “Look at you all worked up…” she mumbles, leaning down planting a kiss on your thigh mere inches away from your heat. Jungkook moves to the side allowing Jana to settle between your thighs as he begins to undress.

It’s happening! Your brain fills in for you, it's really happening. There’s some lingering insecurity buzzing about in the back of your mind as Jungkook watches every move Jana makes to mark up your thighs, the fact that his gaze never leaves her fuels your uncertainty about this whole thing.

But Jana’s licking a stripe up your slit and the insecure voices go quiet. “Taste good,” Jana’s a talker, like Jungkook, you notice as she spreads your lower lips suckling on your clit, Jungkook busies himself with your tits, pinching your nipples as Jana eats you out. You can’t remember the last time you had this much attention from two different people sexually, you feel wanted. Jana moves down testing the waters she licks inside you.

“Oh,” Your fist her hair holding her close as your hips rock up to meet her mouth. “Fuck,” Your eyes shut as she moves back up sucking your clit into her mouth. “G-god,” Jungkook taps your cheek and you're met with the sight of his cock in his hand beside your head.

“There you go,” He groans when you take him into your mouth, just barely moving his hips to not overwhelm you. Jana doesn’t let up sliding two fingers into your entrance, curling them as your back arches off the bed. “Feel good?” Jungkook asks his eyes on you, you hum and he moans rocking his hips a little faster.

“C’mere,” Jana adds a third finger as she leans over you kissing Jungkook. You don’t like that visual at all. You roll your hips in a failed attempt to get them to stop, but Jana only thrusts her fingers deeper making you whine when she hits that one spot that has your toes curling. Pulling off of Jungkook you replace your mouth with your hand stroking him quickly.

“I’m gonna cum,” You warn, they finally pull apart Jana leaning down to kiss you instead, her fingers buried inside your cunt while her other hand rubs your clit.

Jana meets your eyes her lips brushing against yours as she speaks: “Cum for us.”

‘Us.’ Them. The both of them.

You do with a cry, your back arching, she helps you all the way through it curling her fingers, “Good girl,” She brings her slick fingers to your lips, “suck.” You do eagerly, there’s some weird internal need to obey every little request she has, some part of you hopes that if you keep listening to her she won’t need to give any attention to Jungkook—but the other part is also incredibly turned on by her dominating commands and the way she speaks to you. “You gonna make him cum too? Or do you only get to have fun?” You shook your head, her spit slicked fingers grasped your chin turning your head to the side tugging on your skin to get you to open your mouth aiding Jungkook inside.

His hips stuttered barely any assistance needed as he came down your throat fisting your hair to keep you still, “Christ,” You swallowed as you’ve done many times before acutely aware that Jana is here as well erasing the normalcy of your intimate act, but in your hazy mind you find yourself not minding it as much as you thought it would. “Come here,” Jungkook used that same grip on your hair to pull you up, sliding his tongue into your mouth uncaring of his taste still lingering on your tongue.

“Hm, is it my turn now?”

Maybe you were wrong about being okay with it because when Jungkook pulls away from you without even sparing you a glance the wariness and uncertainty about this whole thing fills you once again.

It all happens so fast—Jana’s underneath him her nails digging into the flesh of his back as he fucks her. This is exactly what you feared happeneing and it is—right in front of you. You’re not even participating, just staring. You come to the startling conclusion that it was never really about you, Jungkook just wanted the green light to cheat on you without you getting upset about it. Undoubtedly he’d throw your willing participation in your face if you raised concerns about the scene in front of you later on, and that makes you feel sick to your stomach.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this. Why did you agree to this? You didn’t even want to do this in the first place! You look away from them your heart aching in your chest, maybe this whole thing had one good thing come out of it—a realization, you do love Jungkook, it’s evident by the hurt you feel seeing him with—seeing him fuck someone else.

You’re about the leave the room, desperate to get away from them, this, seeing them together so intimately when Jungkook’s hooded gaze lands on on you, it’s almost like he suddenly remembered you, his girlfriend, is here as well. “Why’re you all the way over there, baby?” The breathless way he speaks makes you feel nauseous not only because it’s a clear result of his current actions, but also because he makes no attempts to stop thrusting inside Jana while he addresses you.

“Feeling a little tired,” You mumble, it's not exactly a lie, but it’s also an excuse, hoping that your confession will end all of this sooner. Unwillingly your eyes briefly flick down to Jana, she’s moaning loudly, her mouth hanging open as she shamlessly utters Jungkook’s name and swears over and over again. You try not to be like that out of respect for your neighbors, it’s like she wants all the attention on her as if fucking your boyfriend isn’t enough for her.

It’s almost as if Jungkook can see right through you because he’s saying— “You want me or her?” He asks delivering a particularly hard theust that has Jana crying out her eyes rolling. “me?”

Yes, you admit, you want him. You want him to give you his attention, to fuck you in front of Jana to deliver some sort of fucked up message that you are his girlfriend, this little group activity you’ve got going on here is just some fun, you are his partner you have him officially, not her. No matter how nicely she moans for him or wraps around him like a koala, she can’t have him like you do.

“Yes,” You nod, you expect him to pull away from her, come to you with your confirmation of wanting him, but he doesn’t, he keeps at it with Jana, his features twisting into a pleasured expression as he stills his hips coming inside her. “are you… are you wearing a condom?” You ask, that’s the only thing you can conjure up over the other thoughts racing through your mind.

Jungkook breathes heavily, turning his head towards you as Jana rolls her hips forward encouraging him to keep going. You don’t know what is going through her head, but the display isn’t sexy, you feel annoyed. “No, she’s clean.” He says sitting back on his calves, his soft cock glistening with his arousal and her wetness.

Right. She is clean, you saw her results, but it still bugs you that he came inside her. That feels like an unspoken boundary that shouldn’t be crossed here regardless of the threesome. “She could still get pregnant,” You mumble bitterly, Jungkook cocks a brow at your tone, your attitude clear.

“I’m on birth control,” Jana informs you, trailing Jungkook’s abs with her nails. “don’t tell me you’re feeling jealous, Y/nie?” Her voice is light and playful as is this grin decorating her lips, but you are jealous. You know you shouldn’t be, you’re with Jungkook, Jana is a temporary addition to your relationship — if you can even call this that. Point is at the end of the night, she’ll go home, you’ll cuddle up to Jungkook and never ever mutter the word ‘threesome’ around each other ever again.

Your silence has Jungkook moving closer to you. “Baby…”

You release your lip from between your teeth. “I’m fine,” You wave off his concerned tone that instinctive nature you have to keep up the perfect relationship act kicking back in. You’re slipping up in front of Jana who now knows what it’s like to fuck him (she already knew, but you don’t know that) what does that look like to her? Opportunity, your mind fills in for you. “let’s continue.”

“Then come here,” Your breath hitches as Jungkook yanks you underneath him by your ankle, “you want some attention? Hm? Is that it?” You glance at Jana, her eyes are closed still recovering from her own orgasm, you nod, you don’t want her knowing that him, your boyfriend, giving her all the attention actually upset you. “Why didn’t you ask me, baby?” Jungkook questions you, leaving open mouthed kisses along your chest. Part of you wants to argue that you shouldn’t have to ask your boyfriend to give you attention, that should be a given, and that you shouldn’t slip his mind the second he starts fucking someone else – but now isn’t the time for that. 

Instead you swallow you true thoughts and feelings and give him a sly grin pushing back his sweaty fringes, “Looked like you were having fun,” He grunts, agreeing with you that he was, ignoring the small pang of jealousy in your chest you sit up connecting your lips. He tastes like her, her lipstick, mangos. Pushing at his chest you settle on his thighs lining him up with your entrance. 

He grabs your hips just before you sink down. “Wait, I’m not ready yet,” You cock a brow at him. 

“Then get ready.” 

“He just came, give him some time,” Jana turns onto her stomach, her feet swinging innocently, “I wore him out,” she giggles. You bite your tongue keeping your comments to yourself. Threesome or not, her mouth is starting to piss you off. “Come on, Kookie,” Your eye twitches, you call him that. That’s your nickname for him among many others, but still it feels like she’s taken something else from you. He came in her, he gave her all his attention for upwards of twenty minutes and now she’s calling him the nickname you made for him? “Your girlfriend wants to have some fun too,” She stands stretching her arms above her head as she makes her way towards the door. “And I need to pee, don’t have too much fun without me!” She calls out, closing the door behind her leaving you and Jungkook alone. He leans back in you, to kiss you once again but you push him off creating distance between the two of you. 

Jungkook looks over at you concerned, “Y/n, are you okay?” Shaking your head you close your eyes trying to shove down the urge to start crying, that’s not sexy at all and any second Jana could walk back in to see just how much her shitty unfunny jokes have affected you. Implying that your boyfriend can’t get it up for you isn’t funny, you know it’s not true either. He needs time to recover, you get that, refractory period be damned, but it still rings true to an extent that he can’t get hard for you right now. And as much as you hate to admit and as irrational as it is you feel kind of insecure about that. “What’s wrong?” It’s this, all of this, you’re regretting it already, feeling bad for yourself. You should’ve just stood firm in your denial, you shouldn’t have done this, but you're in too deep now. If you cut it off in the middle it’ll only look worse. “Talk to me,” he cups your cheek forcing your eyes to him, “do you want to stop?” He asks searching your eyes for something, any hints of the emotions you’re trying so hard to keep at bay. “Y/n-”

“Can you kiss me?” He sports a puzzled expression not expecting your sudden request, “please?” You add softly cupping his cheeks, he nods slowly confused by you, but also wanting to ease whatever tension is rolling off of you right now and if a kiss can do that, then he’ll give you as many as you need. He follows you when you lean back on the bed keeping your lips on one another. “Do you love me?” You ask once you both break away. His eyes widened slightly at your question, he hadn’t anticipated you’d say that of all things. 

And you see it, the hesitation.

And it kills you inside. 

Jana returns pouncing back onto the bed eager to get back into completely missing or ignoring the strange silence that’s enveloped your bedroom.

And you do the same, you ignore.

For hours. 

You successfully take your emotions out of it and give into the lustful desires your body craves. 

And luckily for you, Jungkook, and your relationship it works, for now. 

You’ve never came so many times in one day. You pride Jungkook on a lot of things sexually, but tonight his stamina has proven you need to give him a little more credit. He didn’t make you watch the two of them together anymore either which is another thing you’re giving him credit for. He switched between you two, giving you both ample attention as you kissed each other or groped one another some small part of still you wanted to tell Jana to kick rocks, but you didn’t, instead you kissed her, hard enough to draw blood, but she didn’t mind reciprocating that same exact intensity ten fold. 

By the time you’re finished you can barely move. Despite the internal war you’re having with yourself over doing the threesome, you’ve never felt this peaceful before after sex, you're so exhausted you could pass out. Your legs, jaw and pussy all aching with your vigorous actions over the last few hours.

“I can’t feel my legs,” You say as Jungkook pats your thigh trying to change the sheets.

“Lift up for me a little bit,” You do your best rolling onto your side biting back a whimper.

“Thank you baby,” Jungkook gives you a peck rolling on the new bed sheets. “one more time for me,” You move again a whimper slipping through your parted lips. “you okay?” He asks, settling next to you, kneading your thigh that no doubt will have bruises come morning, you hum but that’s not good enough for him. “lemme see,” gently he pushes your thighs apart his fingers gently brushing over your abused cunt. You hiss backing away into the sheets. “shit, I’m sorry baby.”

“‘s okay,” You slur your head lolling to the side.

“Want me to start a bath for you?” His worried eyes meet your own and you give him a tired smile shaking your head no, truthfully you just want to sleep.

“What? No after care or words of affection for me?” Jana quips, you turn your neck seeing her standing by the edge of the bed, still bare.

Why is she still here?

“Sorry, Jana, that’s reserved for my girlfriend.” He matches her playfulness giving you a fond look. That’s what you meant earlier. She’s here for now, but Jungkook is your man, she will leave and this night will fade into the back of both of your minds as your relationship grows, hopefully strengthening as a result as Jungkook had promised it would.

“The only thing reserved for your girl it seems.” Jana says the teasing tone vacant in her words, it sounds like more of a snarl.

“Jana,” Jungkook says over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed in a glare.

“Sorry, sorry,” She raises her hands in defense. “move over.” She makes a shooing motion and lays down next to you throwing her leg over your center.

Why. Is. She. Still. Here? You wonder again. By now anyone else would get the hint and hit the road yet here she is, cuddling you.

“You’re warm,” She says with a small giggle nuzzling into your side. “you not gonna join us, Kookie?” You glance up at him, his face is the embodiment of your thoughts, he too must be wondering why she hasn’t left yet. “come,” she holds her hand out to him and hesitantly takes it, she quickly pulls him forward on top of her. “I want a kiss too,” She grins innocently, looking at him through her lashes. “pleaseee?” She whines. “just one-“ He shushes her with a kiss and you look away. You hadn’t expected him to actually do it. Another thing that’s bugging you beyond her not leaving is her kissing him outside of you all having sex. That is a privilege specifically meant for only the two of you to share with each other, not her. That’s not what the point of this was.

Their kiss is longer than yours was, more than a simple peck, you even hear her moan into his mouth. Okay, that’s enough. You clear your throat and she pulls away from him directing her attention to you, “What? Do you want a kiss too?” Your brows furrow you already got one from him, she slots her lips against yours, oh, that's what she meant. “there, now we’ve all kissed.” She grins, you return her smile with a smaller one nodding.

“Right… so did you drive here or…” You trail off hoping she gets the that it’s her cue to leave.

“I’mma stay,” She hums the sound bordering on a whine. “I’m too tired to drive right now,” As she snuggles close to you, you give Jungkook a look, he simply shrugs and lays down beside her. This is not how you wanted the night to end, not at all.

“I’m gonna go get a water,” You say, peeling Jana off of you, really you just want her to stop touching you like you’re lovers. You fucked sure, but she should have left, not made herself at home in your bed. Ignoring the exhaustion and your achy muscles you escape to the kitchen leaning against the counter for a breather. You can at least find solace in the fact that you finally did it, it’s finally over. Jungkook and you will go back to your old ways and Jana will be left with the memories of sleeping with the both of you.

You grab a water from the fridge before heading back to your room. You can’t allow Jana to make you feel out of place in your own home. You'll be an adult about this and ask her to leave as nicely as you can. Jungkook seems to disagree with that idea because the second you get back to the room you're greeted with the sight of her on top of him.

Oh.

It’s fine, you tell yourself, you weren’t in the room, but you did all just have sex it’s still technically considered part of the threesome, right?

It is fine, but that doesn’t mean you want to see it. You leave the room closing the door behind you to muffle her and his sounds. You’ll allow him this, he can purge himself of all those sexual desires he has and then come back to you like normal. This is okay, you assure yourself. It’s just a one time thing. Plus it’s not cheating if you know about it…right? These thoughts torment you until you passed out on the couch blissfully unaware of what’s to come.

read me it’s overrrrr or is it..? I really want to be done with this series  and focus on my other works but THE VOICESSS… let me know if yall want more - heads up if i do write more it would be centered around another love interest and jk would be more of a “background character” anyways thank you for reading <33

[quinloki]

Roronoa Zoro - Sweet

Requestor: @sunshinegat0r Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB she/her CW: Hospital, injuries, references to a car accident, loads of guilt

Notes: Ahhh... I'm realizing I wrote this in the Wrong AU - Gat0r I'm so sorry, I hope this is okay. I wrote this in the Mafia City AU, and not the Grandline Metro AU >.< Mega Oops on my part.

Please note in this AU the Reader is the adopted daughter of Edward Newgate (who is Law's Father's Father, making them Aunt and Nephew.) This AU was used in Family Ties and Family Practice (the reader is not adopted in that one, but it's the same world and Reader)

This is heckin' embarrassing I can't believe I confused my own AUs 😅😵‍💫

“Whaddya mean-!” Zoro couldn’t believe his ears, he pushed back on Law reflexively before he managed to calm down.

“… She… she doesn’t remember me?” The question is in disbelief, and Law’s never heard the rough-edged fighter sound so broken before, or look it.

“It’s barely been a full day since the wreck, Zoro-ya.” He answers, moving to physically put his face in front of Zoro’s and get his attention. “It’s a miracle she was awake in the first place.”

Understanding crosses his features and he steps back from the doctor and the door to your room. He’s quiet for a moment, taking in the sounds of the hospital, and the steady beep from your room.

“Is it… safe for me to see her right now?”

“Safe, how?”

“Will she… will it hurt her to see me?” He questions, brows furrowing. “I don’t want to go in there for myself if it’ll… I don’t know, upset her, to see me.”

“… She’s sleeping for now. If you don’t stay too long you can see her.” Law answers. “I can text you when she’s up tomorrow, I still have to break the news to her brothers.”

Zoro nods, stepping around Law and moving into your room. You looked peaceful, despite the bandages and wires hooked up to you. It was almost impossible to believe you were actually awake.

It was hard to believe you were alive.

You’d picked up extra shifts to help him with the busy season and the two of you were running solo for the last two weeks. Hell, all six drivers Zoro had were running solo just trying to keep up with the need for the holidays.

It was a hit and run, and he hadn’t been there.

He could have been, though. If he had been willing to have everyone work a little longer, he could’ve paired people up the way he preferred. It wasn’t the law to have two people in the truck, but it was the usual process for him - for his business.

And the one time he decides different, this is the cost.

Sitting by your bed, Zoro puts his head in his hands, trying desperately to keep his spiraling emotions in check. This can’t be about his guilt, not so soon, not until he knows. If you don’t recover properly, if your memory doesn’t return, then he’ll cut himself out of your life of his own will. He won’t let you risk yourself again, not because of him.

The burden of this will be his to bear alone.

He can take it.

He can’t trade places with you, so ensuring he’s never the reason you hurt is a small price.

You’ve got dozens of brothers, adopted darling of the Newgate family. No one in this city would purposefully hurt you, and hells, that might be the reason the driver fled the scene in the first place.

Not that such an act would save them. You made friends with Doflamingo accidentally, and there’s no way someone so well-connected would let the culprit get away.

If only Newgate and Doflamingo would turn their ire on him. Even if you recover fully what he did was-

“You’re ‘pose’ta read to someone in a coma,” you mutter, lips and body heavy from the aches and exhaustion. Zoro looks up, wide-eyed and agog to the point of it being comical. “Or confess about how much you love ‘em,” you add, giving him a weak smile.

“Wha-.” He stares. “Law- The doc said you’d be asleep for a while.”

“Docs worry too much,” you reply, giving him a small smile. “You okay?”

“Am - Am I okay?” He nearly barks. “Are you kidding me right now?”

You shake your head. “You look like hell, Marimo.”

“Have you seen- wait,” Zoro freezes, on his feet, hands on the railing on the side of your hospital bed. “Do you… remember me?”

“I’ve known you most of my life, how could I forget you?” You grunt, the words nearly a grumble.

“What… what do you remember?” He questions, sitting back down. You can see the blood already starting to drain out of his face.

“What do you mean, what do I remember?”

“You couldn’t remember your name earlier.” A gruff voice says from the doorway, as Law walks in. He seems to be glaring at Zoro, but Law’s default face was kind of glare-y. He covers the distance from door to bedside quickly and is already shining a very annoying light in your eyes.

“I don’t remember being up before now,” you growl, squinting against the light. “I should’ve stayed asleep if you were just going to blind me.”

Law moves the light away an frowns. “What’s your name?”

“… (Y/N), Newgate (Y/N) since Pops adopted me, making me your aunt.” You answer, flipping him off even though the action made your arm ache.

Law continued to ask you a series of questions, and you knew most of them were because he had to. You must’ve really worried him the first time you supposedly came around, even though you couldn’t remember it, cause he laid out all twenty questions.

Zoro went through an impressive number of emotions, trying desperately to maintain his composure and not interrupt Law. It was cute on the one hand, but if he had been afraid you’d forgotten him, well, that would explain his earlier behavior.

Law leaves the two of you once he’s satisfied, and even offers to have a cot brought in so Zoro can stay the night.

Zoro’s head is back in his hands, and you give him a few moments.

“If I hadn’t,” he starts, voice shaky. “We should’ve…” He shakes his head. “I shouldn’t had put one driver to one truck. This is my-.”

“It’s the driver’s fault.” You interject. “I had,” you wince a little trying to sit up and Zoro moves to help you, adjusting the bed as you talk. “My high-vis vest on and everything. They cut down the alley so fast, there was no helping it.”

You chuckle a little, pained and short. “If I hadn’t jumped,” you shake your head. “No, never mind. I’m here… so… stay with me.” You reach out and he takes your hand without hesitation. “I’m lost without you, Zoro, so please… please don’t take a guilt trip and leave me alone.”

Hanging his head he snorts, shaking his head enough his earrings chime. “That was terrible.”

You smile. “It was perfect.” You tighten your grip on his hand. “Promise me.”

“I promise.” He says, kissing your fingers gently.

“Every other delivery company runs one driver to one truck.” You continue to push. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“… I did one thing wrong.” He insists. “I should’ve hired on more help. I shouldn’t have compromised how I run my business.”

You sigh. “I suppose I can accept that.”

The two of you stayed that way quietly for a few long minutes, the steady beep of your heart monitor and the quiet din of activity in the hall the only sounds for a little bit.

“Zoro?” You prompt and he looks at you after kissing the top of your hand.

“Yeah?”

“If… If I ever do forget, don’t… don’t let me, okay?”

“Huh?”

“No matter the circumstances, promise you’ll help me remember.” You assert. “Everything. All of it, every time… please.”

“Every time.” He promises, kissing your hand again.

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [10]

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Violet manor

Yui: Hmー...

( I’ve thought of many ways to stop the fight by now, but I haven’t come up with anything which makes me go ‘that’s it!’...

( While I’m here racking my brain, Carla-san and the others are getting everything ready. I don’t have a single second to waste. )

( Besides... )

ー She recalls her conversation with Laito from earlier

Yui: We have to stop everyone somehow...!

Laito: Ehー? I don’t see the problem?

Yui: ...Eh?

Laito: We don’t lose anything from Carla going to attack the other Houses, right? We should just let them do their thing.

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( I’ve tried bringing it up to Laito-kun plenty of times ever since. )

( But every time I try to do so, he either dodges the question or changes the subject. )

( When I tried talking to him about it today as well, he suddenly ran off somewhere... )

( Do his brothers really mean that little to him? )

...No, there’s no way. I’m sure he must be thinking about them in his own way.

( But he doesn’t show any signs of trying to help them...So I just don’t know what to think anymore... )

*Rustle* 

???: Bitch-chan~

Yui: Kyah!

( Somebody’s hugging me from behind!? Laito-kun? )

( No, the voice I heard just now belongs to... )

Kou-kun?

Kou: Huh? I’m surprised you could tell. I was convinced you’d fall for it.

Yui: Of course I can. Do you need something?

Kou: Not really, but I spotted you wandering around aimlessly.

I don’t see Laito-kun around anywhere either. It’s pretty rare for you to be by yourself, isn’t it?

Yui: I know he’s supposed to watch over me, but it’s not like we’re together all the time. 

Kou: Ehー? Really? I can easily imagine Laito-kun coming with you when you’re taking a shower or have to use the restroom. 

Yui: ( Uu...He really is sharp. He did follow me into the bathroom the other day. )

Kou: Oh well...It’s good for me if he’s not around.

Yui: Eh?

Kou: Listen, I happen to be a little peckish right now~

Yui: ( Don’t tell me...! )

Kou: So I was just wondering if I could maybe have a teeny tiny sip of your blood like I did before~?

Yui: I-I’m sorry. That’s a little...

Kou: You won’t say no, right? You happily let me drink from you the other day!

Aah, of course, I’ll thank you in any way you want! Everything in this world comes at a price!

Yui: No, that’s not the issue. I just can’t let you...Sorry.

Kou: ...I can’t get your blood out of my head.

Yui: Eh? 

Kou: Laito-kun is drinking your blood pretty much daily, isn’t he? It really is unfair.

Don’t you think he’s biased just because he just so happened to get chosen as your guard and therefore is the closest to you?

ー Kou steps closer

Yui: Kou-kun...?

*Thud*

Kou: So give me some as well? Your blood, I mean...

Yui: Stoーー

Laito: Oh~? What are the two of you up to?

Yui: Laito-kun!

Kou: Che, things were just about to get good too. Buzz off.

I’m thirsty, so I’ll have Eve give me some of her blood.

Laito: Heeh, I see. But...

*Rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“I know my memories were messed up, but I seriously feel disgusting knowing that I offered you to some other guy.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you have her. Besides, I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t feel satisfied unless I’m the one doing it.” 

Laito: You can’t. Bitch-chan is mine after all.

Kou: Why not? You literally told me to join you in sucking her blood the other day!

Laito: I wonder why I did that?

Kou: There you go beating around the bush again.

...Oh well, I don’t really care what your reasoning is. Come on, just let me have a small sip?

It’s not fair to hog such delicious blood all for yourself!

Laito: No means no. This is the one thing I’ll be adamant about.

Kou: No matter what?

Laito: Nope~

Kou: Grr...Fine, whatever! You cheapskate!

ー Kou walks away

Yui: ( I-I’m saved... )

Thanks, Laito-kun.

Laito: You’re welcome~

...Did you think I’d say that?

Yui: Eh?

*Rustle* 

Yui: Ow...W-What’s wrong?

Laito: ...Didn’t you actually ask him to suck your blood instead?

Yui: O-Of course not! It was Kou-kun whoーー

Laito: Oh come on, you shouldn’t put the blame on others like that.

When did you become such a bad girl?

Yui: It’s true! I’m not lying!

Laito: Knowing you, it honestly wouldn’t surprise me if you asked for it.

You leave me no other choice, do you...?

Yui: ( ...Laito-kun...? )

ー The scene shifts to Laito’s room

Yui: H-Hold up, cut it out! I’m begging you!

Laito: Come on, don’t thrash about. I can’t fix the chain in place like this. ...There we go, finally done.

Yui: Why...? Why did you chain my wrist to the foot of the bed!?

( The chain is decently long so I can still move around freely to some extent but...I can’t go anywhere like this. )

Laito: So you can’t go anywhere, obviously?

By doing this, you won’t be able to hit up any other guys, right?

Yui: F...For that reason alone?

Laito: Oh, but it’s a very important one, isn’t it? You are mine after all.

Yui: ( His eyes are serious. Why? When did he become like this...? )

Laito: Carla only told me to keep a close eye on you, so he should have no problem with me doing this.

Not・to・mention, just by watching you chained like that...Fufu, it excites me...

Want me to tie it a little tighter? Come on, like this...There.

*Cling* 

Yui: Eek...No...

( The chains are digging into my arm... )

Laito: I expected no less from you. Nothing beats your pain-laced expression...

Yui: Laito-kun! Please, remove this chain!

Laito: Ehー? You’re that opposed to it? But it fits you so well, you know?

Oh well, if you insist...I’ll consider it if you do as I say.

Yui: ( ...! He’s definitely planning something...But I have no other choice but to obey... )

...Okay. What should I do?

Laito: In that case, try begging me to suck your blood. In a seductive way, okay?

Yui: T-That’sーー

Laito: You can’t? Of course you can. I’m your boyfriend after all.

You were able to do it to Kou after all.

Yui: ( I’ve been telling him that’s not the case...! Why won’t he believe me? )

Laito: Besides, if you can’t, you’ll have to stay like that forever, remember? I mean, fine by me~

Yui: Uu...

( Knowing Laito-kun, I might actually end up chained here forever if I don’t do anything... )

Selection

→ Don’t beg (🖤)

Yui: ( This is so wrong. It doesn’t feel like he’s just messing with me either. So why...!? )

Hey, tell me if you have some kind of reason for doing this! You know very well too, no!?

That I would never ask Kou-kun to suck my blood...!

Laito: ...That’s not what I want to hear.

Yui: ...Ugh.

Laito: Say it, hurry. 

Yui: ( It’s no use...I just can’t oppose Laito-kun in this situation... )

F-Fine...I will, just give me a minute...

Laito: I love docile girls~ But it’s kind of a turn off when you’re shaking like that.

...Right. I just had a genius idea.

→ Beg (♡)

Yui: ( As embarrassing as it is to ask for it myself...I can’t complain about that right now! )

L-Laito-kun...Please...Suck my blood?

Laito: Haah~...That’s no good, Bitch-chan! That won’t do at all!

Yui: ( Eeh!? I tried my best though... )

Laito: I told you to make it seductive, but there was nothing alluring about that in the slightest? So the chain will remain where it is.

Yui: W-Wait! Give me one more chance!

Laito: Ehー? I’m pretty sure you can try as many times as you want, it’ll turn out the same.

Let me think, if you want me to free you that badly...

I’ll make an exception and lend you a hand so you can beg in a more seductive way, okay?

Yui: ( Eh? What...? )

Laito: Okay, let’s have you lie down on the bed first.

*Thud* 

Yui: Kyah!

*Creaak* 

Yui: W-Why did you pin me down? 

Laito: Just you watch. Now if I cuff your other hand as well and attach them to the head of the bed...

*Cling*

Yui: ( Eh? Hold up, no way...! )

Laito: There you go. Now you can’t move at all, can you?

Yui: N-No...Kuh!

( It’s no use...Even if I try to remove the chains, they won’t budge at all... )

Laito: I can’t believe you’re leaving yourself so utterly vulnerable right in front of me...

*Rustle* 

Yui: Nn...

( He’s running his fingers down my body...I want to run away, but I can’t move. )

Laito: Your skin is as pretty as ever.

Ah, there’s a bite mark on your nape. When did I put it there again? 

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...It tickles... )

Laito: ...Oh dear? The scent of your blood has grown richer.

All I did was stroke your skin a little. You’re so sensitive, Bitch-chan.

Yui: W-Well...

*Rustle*

Laito: Say, I’d love to hear it from you directly. That you want my fangs.

Yui: I-In this situation!? 

Laito: Of course. Don’t you think it’d have that kind of suggestiveness which only these sorts of circumstances can bring forth?

If you’re not quite ready yet, maybe I should give you one more push?

*Rustle*

Yui: No...

( My clothes...They’re slowly being loosened... )

*Cling* 

Laito: You also love it when I lick the skin above your chest like this, don’t you? Nn...

Yui: Ah...Nn...

Laito: See? Your scent has become more intense again...Are you getting aroused from being chained up?

Yui: ( I’m not though... )

Laito: I’m sure you’re starting to lose the sensation in your arms? Come on, I’ll run my fingers across...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ah...No, don’t...

Laito: I bet the tingling sensation is highly addictive, isn’t it?

I’m sure your body is starting to beg for me right about now?

Yui: T-That’s...

Laito: Don’t hold back, and just give in to your desire. Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Hyah...!

( I already can’t move as it is, but when he does this... )

( But it’s nowhere near enough to satisfy me... )

Ah...Laito-kun, please.

I want you...to drink from me.

Laito: Drink what?

Yui: ...My blood...suck it, please...I’m begging you...

Laito: Fufu...You did a great job asking for it.

I suppose I shall fulfill your wish then...

Yui: Uu...

( ...Huh? )

Laito: Did you think I’d drink your blood? Too bad, that’d have to wait for now.

Yui: Eh? ...W-Why...?

Laito: I wouldn’t mind sucking your blood, but I’m in the mood for this right now. ...Nn...Muah...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...No...

( He’s going for my arms again...Even though he was so insistent on having me beg! )

Laito: That wanton look in your eyes...Haah, I can’t get enough of it.

Once I’m satisfied, I promise I’ll suck your blood plenty, okay? ...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( Ah...I’m starting to feel lightheaded... )

( Even though there’s so many things I need to think about...How did this happenーー ? )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Carla: ...Waiting to ambush me out here?

Laito: Oh geez, don’t put it like that. I’ve been waiting in front of your room because there’s something I want to talk about.

Carla: I am not interested in whatever useless trivia you want to share.

Laito: I know. I promise it’s something important.

Eve is having a hard time remembering how to turn you into the Supreme Overlord, remember?

Carla: I already have a plan in that regard. If necessary, I will simply have to use brute force to make her remember.

Laito: Hm~? I wonder? From what I can tell from watching her closely, I don’t think that sort of approach will be very effective?

Anyway, she has opened up to me a lot ever since we grew closer. 

I believe it’d be much better to try to build a positive relationship with her?

Carla: ...What are you trying to say?

Laito: Just a report of my observations and a friendly warning. No treating Eve hard-handedly. Keep that in the back of your mind, okay?

Carla: Is that all you have to share?

Laito: Oh come on, you’re so impatient. Also, I remembered some things from when I went to investigate the other Houses before. 

Are you not interested in the habits and thought patterns of Ayato-kun and his brothers, as well as Reiji and the others?

Carla: You think I should use those to my advantage in the fight?

Laito: Yeah. Knowing about them beforehand can only give you an advantage in this war, no?

Carla: Heh...While I am suspicious of how accurate your information is, I suppose I shall hear you out at the very least.

Laito: I expected no less from you! It’s very valuable information, so use it well, okay?

You should just force those guys into submission without giving them a chance to fight back. Every single one of them...Get it?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (except me because obvs I have done it). Spread the self-love ❤

Thanks for the ask, @thesilversun! 😀

Since the ask said written, not “are writing,” I’m not including my current MLC longfic (as yet unnamed), but otherwise it would absolutely be on this list. It’s 58k and not yet halfway through (facepalm), and I’m really looking forward to finishing it and sharing it. So, for MLC folks, sorry there’s only one MLC fic here!

1. What’s Sealed Away (Mysterious Lotus Casebook, Dihua)

I really enjoyed figuring out how a-Fei’s amnesia works based on the details the show gives us and the things it’s oddly silent about, and reverse engineering based on how he acts towards LLH what his experience of amnesia might be like. (Also, as someone who has unfortunately had experience with amnesia, I feel like most examples of the amnesia trope really punt on the many different kinds of memory and how amnesia can mean you lose some but not all, and the wild things that happen when there are contradictions between them.) I’m also really proud of the ways I tried to convey the meanings behind LLH’s reactions even when DFS as the POV character had no way to fully interpret them because of all the missing context. It was a fun writing challenge.

2. Nunc Atque Semper (Horatio Hornblower, Maria/Horatio Hornblower, past Archie Kennedy/Horatio Hornblower; the only Dead Kennedy Universe fic I will ever write)

I can’t even read fics where Archie dies without being an emotional mess for days, so I was not ever expecting to write one. But 1. I got a prompt for it, and 2. It was a chance to hold Horatio accountable for the ways he treats Maria in the series while also being sympathetic to him for his overwhelming grief and being married to someone he doesn’t love; and 3. I love incorporating literary allusions into my work, and Archie’s canonical love of Shakespeare meant that I could have a central part of the fic be Maria essentially trying to do literary analysis to figure out what Archie and Horatio were to each other. I very much broke my own heart with this fic and I’m still proud of it.

3. Harboured and Encompassed (Horatio Hornblower modernAU (libraryAU + actor!Archie), Archie/Horatio; Archie/Horatio/Will pre-slash; 148,000 words)

I am still so incredibly proud of how I adapted the characters and events (with aspects of some of the books thrown in) to a modern setting while staying true to who they are. These characters will always have a very very special place in my heart, as will the special combo of humor, fluff, and heart-rending angst that having a character like Archie at the center of it enabled (I miss writing him so much sometimes). I love the whole series, too, but this is definitely the core of it.

4. Turning Over the Sands of Time (Horatio Hornblower, Archie/Horatio)

I still don’t understand why this one has so few kudos when I think it’s some of my best writing. Maybe the subject matter is too bleak/violent? (Mind the tags if you read it!) I really love writing missing scene fics and character studies, and the moments from the show that bookend this fic break my heart every time and make me fall in love with Archie all over again, respectively, and I wanted to delve into the hellscape of Archie’s mind in those moments and show how, even when he is in emotional agony and dealing with flashbacks, he is still compassionate and caring and trying with what little agency he has to make sure no one ever suffers as he did, or at least, if they are forced to, that no one has to suffer alone. (Also, a horribly depressed and triggered Archie means a very poetic Archie, which means I got to write lines like “The actors had changed, but the play had not” and “a rotting weed by any name would smell as fetid” and “Dying might be a price worth paying if it could but purchase that.” Have I mentioned I miss writing Archie?)

5. Taking Hands Against a Sea of Troubles (Horatio Hornblower, Archie/Horatio)

TW: suicide mention

The first time I saw a delirious Archie quote Anthony and Cleopatra during his suicide attempt and the play-illiterate Horatio has no idea what he’s saying, I knew I wanted to write the a scene where they see the play together years later in Drury Lane and Horatio finally understands the context. And I knew the scene in the theater box would need so much non-verbal communication and would need to be so comparatively subtle–because of the semi-public nature of the theatre box and the very real danger they would face if Horatio actually comforted Archie more overtly–so I waited a few years after having the idea until I was able to execute it the way I wanted to. I really love fics that deal just as much (if not more) in what’s unsaid than what’s said–for all that I love deep dives into character psychology–and I’m so glad I was able to finally write this. 

Thanks again for the ask!

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COD things I think about just price being a dad towards his team makes me soft, also nik and price being married is so funny and also gives good angst prompts, and I always see this but graves trying to makes moves on soap and everyone stops him because they know he is a red flag (they are also jealous how graves make soap laugh so much he puts his hand on his chest) and prevents him for going further with soap.

I’ve been seeing so many Nik x Price fanarts on my twitter timeline and I’m living for it aye, that shit is just so good.

The one prompt I’ve got sticking out in my mind about Nik and Price is Nik coming back from his own little mission, tired as anything but excited to see his not-husband-husband (because ‘Nik, I’ll not say you’re my husband if you don’t give me a proper wedding day. I haven’t lived this long for nothing.’)

But he’s excited, smiling to himself as he thinks of the man, but the first thing he comes across is so wildly reminiscent of a husband coming home after work to his kids and partner in absolute chaos that he just freezes and stares for far too long.

There Soap and Gaz are, halfway up a flagpole and yelling down at Ghost who literally looks like he’s about to climb the damn thing, while Price stands to the side looking like a tired dad that can’t help but be endlessly amused and fond.

Nik walks over, still staring at the scene but taking a moment to pull Price into his side so he can kiss the side of his head before he’s asking what the fuck is going on.

Price snorts, waving a hand toward them uselessly as he speaks, “Oh y’know Soap. He was being a shit and dragged Garrick into it which ended up with Simon in the middle. They figured he’d have too much pride to climb a flagpole to get them but he’s seriously been considering it.”

Nic hums, smile cracking across his face when a startled scream and dread filled wail escape the two sergeants once Ghost actually starts climbing the damn thing.

“And you haven’t done anything because?” Price sighed again, head falling to the side so he could bury his face in Nik’s neck in an attempt to block out their madness.

“Was waiting for you to get back so you could give me some patience.” The pilot laughs a little louder this time, giving the man a longer lasting kiss for his troubles before sending him off.

“Do this now and I’ll make you some of that stew you enjoy so much.” Price is reluctant still, but he’s afraid of what will happen if he actually lets Ghost reach his sergeants while they’re still up that pole so he goes.

And if Nikolai’s promise of good food and his company makes him just a touch less harsher than he should’ve been then you won’t see any of the guys complaining about it.

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Oh my god! The 141 glaring Graves down or purposely steering Soap away from him at every available chance? Oof, thats fun.

That mf would get so salty he’d purposely start getting bolder with his flirting attempts and make shittier jokes, because if his time with Soap is gonna get cut down he’s gonna make sure it’s still worth it.

Price desperately wants to just kick the American out on his ass and call it a day but he knows Soap’s got a bit of a soft spot for him, plus he’d actually face very real and very serious repercussions from his superiors if he did that with no reason… viable reason that is.

Gaz shamelessly interrupts and drags Soap away whenever he catches so much as a glimpse of Graves near them. He can barely stand him on a good day, let alone one where he’s constantly going after his best friend.

Ghost doesn’t do much more than stare him tf down in that silent, semi-creepy way he has. Graves gets wildly unsettled by it because he knows (in his little lizard brain) that if he were to go toe to toe with him, not only would he lose but he’d also disappear off the face of the Earth. And that’s the last thing he wants right now.

Soap of course doesn’t have a damn clue, is honestly just happy to be with his team as often as he has been lately. He also enjoys hanging out with Graves, he likes having someone he can just have casual, light conversations with where its nothing more than good laughs and friendly interactions.