#i just really need a time loop story told from the pov of someone not in the loop

[tennessoui]

au where obi-wan is just havin a cup of tea and readin a bit of a book and anakin bursts into his quarters looking halfway to insane and blabbering absolute nonsense and then he just looks at obi-wan and says fuck it and kisses him before he storms back out 

meanwhile anakin’s been stuck in a time loop for ages now and he’s halfway to insane because no one remembers anything but him so what if just one day he gives into the urge to kiss/sleep with his master it’s just one time and no one else will remember it!!!

only for the time loop to break because of that kiss and the next day obi-wan is like ?? are we gonna talk about it??

and anakin (having burst in again, thinking this is another reset of the loop) is like ‘what, the fact that that romance novel is yours and not ahsoka’s?’

and obi-wan is like ‘nO (but it is ahsoka’s) im referring to the fact that you shoved your tongue down my throat this time yesterday!!’

[aipurjopa]

‼️disclaimer: guy who doesn’t know what she’s talking about because she is new to this place‼️

can someone explain to me what exactly qualifies someone as a world ender on lifesteal and then like who the world enders are…..

from what i’m understanding it’s someone who ends the server for the sake of, like, not letting that cycle stretch for too long and also does it for the sake of perpetuating the lifesteal cycles? like what clown told spoke in s3 right? also heard that they usually don’t care about what happens to them in that season anymore? like not fearing death? dying and getting banned and not giving two shits? idk if this part is true

cause obviously there’s spoke but does clown qualify? or zam/mapicc from wormhole? or like wemmbu or parrot or whatever?

hi i am new here hi hi hi hi hi the whole “lifesteal works in cycles” thing is so interesting to me (guy who probably knows next to nothing abt it) idk i fuck with time loop and Sisyphean tasks lots. so lets just say my curiosity has been piqued.

idk there feels like there’s this theme of people not “understanding how lifesteal works” vs the people who do? at least post-wormhole and it felt like this whole cycles thing is something to do with it. idk what i’m talking about….

but like that one line from s5 pmc betrayal where clown says that minute was still too new to understand and then in s6 peace trials where he says that he doesn’t believe peace can exist on lifesteal has a grip on me. how there seems to always be this group trying to get peace every season. and then it never works. something fighting for peace on a server that has its foundation in a plug-in that’s inherently promotes violence?

lifesteal’s core doesn’t seem like it’s “violence” or “pvp” though. like, sure, the plug-in promotes pvp but it doesn’t seem like that’s what the server is built on (seems more like it’s the relationships the people have between each other. like you need to have allies and villains to make an interesting story to make interesting content so the plug-in is just the rules of the world and the actual violence comes from these relationships or something idfk).

but anyways yes world enders and cycles and understanding lifesteal and also if you have any MUST WATCH vods throw them my way. please. is there a required reading list or something.

i’m still playing catch up on everyone’s povs from previous seasons… wow is this how ppl who joined dsmp late fel— *gunshots*

im talking out my ass this is from my very very limited understanding of everything from s1-s4 (cause i’ve only seen like.. spoke parrot planet clown and zam videos from then… and a couple zam vods of BIG events). bit more confident in my s5 understanding but also not really cause i don’t know if i know what happened in the finale besides like squiddo’s pov. so yeah. enlighten me pls.

[jikookiekosmos]

Only For You || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: It’s the night before your wedding and you should be happy...but a fight with your fiancé leaves you second guessing everything. A visit from the blue-haired boy of your dreams is just what you need to make it right.

➥Genre: best friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: 32.8k (I’m so sorry sjskdjks)

➥Content Warnings: small bit of social media au stuff, mentions of cheating, lying, POV switches a few times, jungkook ties his hair up at one point, slight violence (someone gets punched, nothing major), hurt/comfort, jungkook has blue hair, tw: reader slightly struggles with body image (very briefly), so much mutual pining b/w reader and jungkook, making out, grinding, marking/biting, groping, body worship, jungkook is very vocal, oral (f. receiving), fingering, hair pulling, overstimulation, jungkook has a big dick, jk is hypersensitive to the reader, unprotected sex (stay safe out there, y’all), penetration, rough sex, mirror sex to some degree lol, multiple orgasms, cumming inside, praise kink, cursing (fuck is said a lot), dirty talk, aftercare, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts

A/N: It’s finally here! I know I said it’d probably be out weeks ago but grad school happened, so sorry about that! Thanks to everyone who was excited for waiting, I’m really happy that there are people who were interested in reading this 🥺 this story has been probably my biggest one ever as far as plot and world-building goes, and it was fun to bring smau aspects into it. Also Blue Jungkook really threw me for a loop and I needed to write about him 💙

There will be some social media posts (texts, IG, etc.) throughout but it’s not too many. Also, the fiancé has a name, but it’s a random name and isn’t modeled after any other idol, etc. This was just something to make it easier for me to write. The POV switches between the reader and JK a few times, but this will always be indicated by the name in the switch being bolded (i.e. you or Jungkook will be in bold).

As always, special thank you to @dntaewithluv​​ for being one of the most amazing people ever, my biggest supporter here and best friend. You helped me so much when I started to get discouraged during writing this and I love you more than I can express ❤️ also thank you for beta-reading for me, you’re the best~

I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it! There are other drabbles in the Series Masterlist below. Please let me know what you think, if you’d like~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

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Jungkook and Y/N Instagram Profiles

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“So why are we looking at dresses again?”

You turned to look at your best friend who so graciously accompanied you to your wedding dress appointment. He had his hands laced together behind his head as he leaned back in one of the big, white leather chairs near the dressing room area.

“Jungkook, we’ve been over this.” You had a dress draped over your arm, and a store assistant was making their way towards the both of you. When he didn’t respond, you sighed and continued.

“I told you I just want to make sure everything is perfect. I’m getting married in a week and the last thing I need is something messing up.”

He leaned forward then, clasping his hands together while he rested his elbows on his knees. He had shrugged out of his jacket earlier and he looked so out of place now in the formal bridal shop, wearing his black t-shirt with ripped denim jeans, tattoos on full display. 

You, of course, were used to seeing him like this, but you were still always affected by how handsome he was. Especially now since he recently dyed his hair blue-

You shook your head to clear your thoughts. You were getting married in a week! You didn’t need to sit here and think about how attractive your best friend - your fiancé’s best man - is. 

“Y/N, listen to me for a second,” he said in that stern tone he liked to use when he reassured you. It would either be soft, if you needed comfort, or stern like it was now, when you needed to understand something. 

You were holding the dress out against the front of your body, twisting yourself to look at how it flowed at different angles in front of the full-length mirror. The store assistant was standing beside you now, completely oblivious to Jungkook’s presence.

“Does the dress need any alterations?” The assistant looked and sounded eager as she held tailor’s tape in her hands.

“I don’t think so...it still fits near perfect, I just- maybe I’m missing something.” You bit your lip in contemplation before you heard the squeaking of the leather chair as Jungkook pulled himself out of it to come join you.

He placed his hand gently on your shoulder to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I’m sure you look great in your dress.” His bright eyes were full of sincerity, and his calming tone washed over you to help soothe your nerves. You gave him a grateful smile, one that he returned before he patted your shoulder. 

“Aww, you have such a supportive fiancé,” the assistant chirped up from beside you, making both of you jump. You saw Jungkook’s eyes widen as he cleared his throat and stepped to the side, placing his hands behind his back.

“He’s not- we’re not- this is my best friend,” you said all too fast, clearly panicking as you motioned between you and Jungkook as if to make it obvious who you were referring to. What was making you panic even more, though, was how fast your heartbeat picked up at the mention of Jungkook being your fiancé. 

Why was that having an effect on you?

Well, you knew why, but you once again buried down any lingering feelings you had towards the man who’d been there for you through everything in your life the past several years. He was supportive of you, and your relationship, and you couldn’t ask for a greater friend.

And you had convinced yourself a long time ago that a friend was all he’d ever be.

“Yeah, I’m here for moral support, you know, all that good stuff,” Jungkook finally spoke up as he rubbed the back of his neck. The assistant gasped as she realized her mistake.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I just assumed, given the circumstance- well you have a very supportive best friend, then.”

You nodded, understanding the mistake and honestly, you couldn’t blame them. You and Jungkook were just so comfortable with each other, you could see why the two of you might be mistaken for a couple.

“Well, if you’d like a second opinion, you can go try the dress on again and I can look it over for you.” The assistant seemed to no longer be fazed by her blunder earlier, and you gave Jungkook one last look before you nodded and headed into the fitting room. His eyes were unreadable, and he hadn’t moved from his current stance when he had nearly jumped away from you.

You tried on the dress once more in the safety of the fitting room, twisting and turning in front of the mirror to make sure that everything was in place and how you wanted it. Your eyes roamed over the dazzling beaded design around your waist as you ran a hand over it to feel the texture. The way the dress tapered at the waist and then billowed out was something you’d always thought about ever since the idea of wedding bells took up residence inside your head.

The dress, the venue, the preparations…everything was all you could have ever wanted for your wedding.

And try as you might to convince yourself that you were ecstatic beyond belief: you just weren’t.

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You stared out the window for most of the car ride, neither you nor Jungkook saying a word to each other after leaving the bridal shop. You had decided to not make any alterations to the dress upon hearing the opinion of the assistant, and it was now hanging up on the handle above one of the backseat doors.

Soft music was playing through the speakers, and it was either a song you didn’t recognize, or your mind was just too muddled to focus on it properly. You were fidgeting with your phone in your lap, waiting on either a call or text from Kun about his whereabouts since the 3 of you had decided on lunch that day.

Jungkook cleared his throat when he pulled up to a stoplight, pulling your gaze away from the window. When he finally got your attention, his brows were downturned the slightest amount.

“Kook? What’s up?”

You saw him flex his fingers around the steering wheel, a habit you’d picked up on many years prior. He only did it when he was thinking hard about something, when he was nervous, or when he was upset.

Right now, you weren’t sure which of the options it was.

You could see him tonguing his cheek now, his eyes on the road once more as the light turned green.

Before you looked back out the window, he spoke.

“So, a week, huh?” He provided no context, but you knew he didn’t need to.

You sighed and mustered your best smile. “Yeah, one more week.”

“Are you excited?” The questioned tumbled from his lips in a hurried manner, almost as if he was afraid to get the words out. You looked at him quizzically.

“Koo,” you spoke softly, “I’m getting married. Something I’ve dreamed about for years. Of course I’m excited.” You tried to keep your tone level because he was confusing you with how he was acting.

“Yeah, I know, I just- it’s a big commitment and you wanna make sure you’re ready to take that risk. That’s all.”

His concern melted away all your confusion. Jungkook was just looking out for you, like he always did. He was just being a good friend.

“I always appreciate your concern, but I promise I’m fine. I know it’s a big step, but I wouldn’t go through with it if I wasn’t 100% sure about it.” You crossed your arms and looked out the window again, feeling a small tinge of dread in your stomach, something that only happened when you knew you were lying.

Jungkook sighed as he pulled his car into the parking lot of your favorite diner the 3 of you liked to frequent often. “If you say so.”

“If you don’t want to participate in the wedding, just let me know-”

“Y/N, you know it’s not that. Of course I want to participate, even though I- I guess I’m just not with it today, that’s all. Sorry,” he parked the car and removed the key from the ignition, dropping them along with his hands into his lap.

You removed your seatbelt and reached across the console, gently moving his face so that he would look at you again. He looked sad, and you wanted to take all his problems away.

Your own problem, however, was you didn’t know what that was.

“Jungkook, something’s bothering you. I can tell.” You caressed his cheek, and he let out a small sound of contentment, leaning into your palm. The simple motion was enough to make your heart start racing.

“Look, whatever’s going on, we’re gonna get through it together, ok?” You patted his cheek now, making him open his eyes that had started to close.

He gave you that cute, bunny-like grin that always made all of your worries dissipate. He reached his hand up to place it on top of yours that was still on his face.

“Got it,” he responded as he squeezed your hand. You felt compelled then to hug him, so that’s what you did. You leaned even further over the console, wrapping your arms around him as best you could, your head leaning against his chest due to the awkward angle. It took a second, but he wrapped his arms around you as well, pulling you even closer.

“Everything will be ok,” you felt him murmur against your hair as he patted your head. You weren’t sure if he was telling you that, or telling himself that, but it was something you needed to hear all the same.

When one of you finally pulled away (you weren’t sure exactly who did first, or if you both did at the same time), you leaned against the seat and decided to peruse Instagram while you waited to hear back from Kun. A smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you saw Jungkook’s latest post from the day earlier.

“What are you smiling about over there,” Jungkook leaned over the console to get a good look at your phone. You playfully hid it from his view, making him pout, before laughing and showing him the screen.

He chuckled. “Ah, I see you found my ‘I changed my hair so now I need to show everyone’ selfie.”

“When will you stop using song lyrics as captions is what I wanna know,” you responded as you resumed your scrolling once you added a like to his picture.

Jungkook shrugged. “What can I say? It’s my specialty, alongside being a third-wheel.”

You stared at him then, letting your phone gently fall into your lap. Jungkook’s playful smile faltered a tiny bit.

“Jungkook, we’ve talked about this-”

“What, about me calling myself a third-wheel? You know it doesn’t bother me, right?”

You groaned. “I know it doesn’t bother you, but it bothers me. I think of you as so much more than that, so for you to boil yourself down to that, it just…I don’t know.” You let your gaze fall to your hands that lay in your lap now, not sure how to word your thoughts.

He placed his hand on top your that was resting on top of your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He offered you a small smile when you brought your eyes back up to look at him.

“Y/N,” Jungkook started, “it’s really ok. You know I love tagging along with you guys.”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts. I’m your third-wheel and that’s all there is to it.” He grinned, the same way he always does when he wants to end a subject on a positive note.

You nodded before bringing the phone up to your ear to call Kun again. While the phone rang, Jungkook’s words kept playing in your head.

‘I’m your third-wheel,’ echoed in your mind, and your answer to his statement was simple, yet frightening:

‘But I never wanted you to be.’

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Kun, unsurprisingly, didn’t join you both for lunch, so you decided to eat and chill at the diner a bit before Jungkook dropped you off at your house. As you watched him drive away, waving at him, you felt that same hint of dread that had begun developing in the pit of your stomach grow bigger.

You decided you needed to do something to take your mind off of everything, so you sat down at your desk in your bedroom and sifted through all your wedding preparations. You double and triple-checked the guests lists, schedules for catering, photography, music, etc. This was something you’d already done countless times before, so you knew everything was as perfect as it could possibly be.

And yet, the feeling of dread remained.

You checked your phone to see Kun still hadn’t texted you back or attempted to call, and you noticed then that it was about 8:30 in the evening. You sighed, disappointed, but again not surprised. This was unfortunately something you’d grown accustomed to over the last several months, maybe even a year. Kun would come home at all hours of the night, sometimes not even bothering to let you know where he was, when he’d be home, or if he was even coming home.

The idea of combing through all your wedding plans a fourth time that night exhausted you, so you opted to get ready for bed instead. After a quick shower and a change into comfier clothing, you laid down in your bed and snuggled up with your blankets; the only warmth you seemed to get most nights anymore.

You checked your phone once you were settled, noticing that the time now was just after 9 P.M. Still no answer from Kun, as you expected, but you tried not to let your thoughts linger on him for too long. 

You scrolled through your messages screen, smiling when you saw your last exchange with Jungkook, which was earlier that morning before he picked you up. A tiny pang erupted in your chest then as you looked at his picture. You groaned and let your phone drop to the side, running your hands down your face.

All these conflicting feelings really were taking a toll on you. You debated for a few minutes on whether or not to text him, because you knew if there was anyone you could absolutely count on, it was Jungkook. It has always been Jungkook.

Once upon a time, you could say the same for Kun, but with how things had been going lately-

You thought back to all those years ago, when Kun first confessed his feelings for you…

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*Y/N Flashback*

Senior year of high school, with only a few weeks left before graduation, and life was a simpler time. You didn’t have to worry about things like rent for an apartment or finding an internship that would help you be prepared for a career after college. The main focus in your life was your friends and school, with friends taking precedence over everything else.

Well, that, and also your current internal dilemma.

Against your better judgment, you’d developed a crush. And it wasn’t just a stupid high school crush, no, it had to be a crush on your best friend.

You had a crush on Jungkook. A BIG one. But you had no idea if it was fleeting or if he even thought of you in that way, so you never acted on it.

That day when you got a mysterious letter, however, you wondered if the tides of fate may be turning in your favor.

You had just arrived home, wanting to get yourself together before you met up with Jungkook and Kun for your usual Friday night diner and movie time. There was, however, a piece of paper that had been wedged in between your door and the door frame, almost too small for you to notice at first. When you pulled it from the door, it was bigger than you expected, and when you started reading it, your heart pounded faster.

The words that were etched into the surface of the paper made you smile so hard your cheeks hurt, and a warm feeling blossomed within your chest. There was a poem that started the letter:

‘You are the sunlight that rose again in my life,

I don’t know what these emotions are.

No matter who shakes the world, don’t let go of my hand.

Please don’t wake me up from this dream.’

Followed by a simple message at the bottom:

‘It’s hard to find the right words to tell you how I really feel, but if you feel the same way, meet me at our usual spot. I’ll be waiting for you.’

You hugged the letter to your chest, giggling to yourself like the giddy 18-year-old you were. You wasted no time in getting ready and driving to the diner, the whole way there feeling like your heart might leap out of your body.

The diner was a short drive away, so you made it there within a few minutes. A light drizzle had started to sprinkle down, but otherwise it was a beautiful day. When you pulled into the parking lot, you scanned the vicinity, waiting for the familiar vehicle to pop out at you. You saw a familiar vehicle, but it wasn’t the vehicle you were searching for. Nonetheless, you walked over to it in a rush, nearly ready to burst with excitement.

You knocked on the door and the driver smiled at you as they rolled down the window. “Y/N, hey! You’re here earlier than usual.” He motioned for you to take a seat inside the car, so you did.

“Hey, Kun.” You returned his smile, a little breathless since you’d all but jogged over to the car.

“Wow, you’re in a really good mood. You weren’t this chipper when we left school earlier, did something happen?” You nodded, still grinning as you took in his curious expression.

“I guess you could say that.” You reached into your pocket to pull out the letter. You studied his face to see if he’d have any reaction to it. He did: his brows furrowed a small amount, and you weren’t sure if it was due to confusion, or maybe nervousness.

“W-What’s that,” he stammered. You found the action to be somewhat cute.

“It’s a letter. I found it on my door when I got home. It wasn’t signed or anything, but it looks like it could be a love letter-”

“I wrote it!” Kun’s outburst took you off guard, and your smile faltered a tiny bit.

“You wrote this,” you asked incredulously. You watched as he smiled shyly in return, ducking his head as if he was embarrassed.

“Yeah, I wrote it. I’ve, uh, liked you for a while, Y/N. Just wasn’t really sure how to tell you,” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the dashboard instead of your face.

“O-oh,” you stuttered. You didn’t know…how to feel. Kun was sweet and had been a close friend over the years, but you’d never really looked at him in that way before. At least, not in a serious manner.

He was cute, sure. He’d always been kind, he was funny, also very goal-driven and determined. He was a good guy, even if his constant competing with Jungkook over everything did grate on your nerves.

And there it was: Jungkook. Your thoughts had drifted to the person you actually hoped had written the letter. But now, it appeared that wasn’t the case. Which was even more evidenced by the fact that Jungkook was nowhere in sight.

Raindrops started pattering against the windshield of the car. You hadn’t said anything for a few moments, and you were pulled back to reality by Kun calling your name.

“Hey, you still there?” He was looking at you with hopeful eyes, and the sight made your chest constrict.

“Y-yeah,” you mustered a small grin. “I just- I guess it’s hard to believe you wrote this, that’s all. You never really showed any signs of interest or anything.”

“That’s because you make me nervous, so I wasn’t sure how.” Kun absentmindedly thrummed his thumb against the steering wheel. “I’m kinda getting the vibe though that you don’t feel the same way,” he continued with a chuckle.

Guilt washed over you. Here was Kun, confessing his feelings to you, and you were upset that it wasn’t someone else. That it wasn’t Jungkook.

Jungkook, your dorky, sweet, adorable best friend who you’d known for many years, much longer than you’d known Kun. The same best friend who you’d developed such a crush on to the point that the realization that he didn’t feel the same was actually somewhat painful.

And if that was the case, then it wouldn’t hurt to give Kun a chance, right?

How bad could it be?

You reached out and placed a hand on top of his that was resting beside his thigh. He looked at your hand before slowly bringing his gaze up to meet yours once more.

“I like you too, Kun.” You gave him a warm smile, one that you hoped he would think was genuine, because in a way, it was. You did like Kun, and you could even see yourself dating him.

You just didn’t think you liked him as much as he seemed to like you, if the letter was any indication of that.

Kun broke out into a grin, the sight warming your heart and pushing the anxiety you previously felt to the back of your mind. Yeah, you could see this going well. Kun really was such a sweetheart, and you two had a lot in common, not to mention your personalities mingled well with one another. Dating him seemed like it would be fun, so you couldn’t find any reason to say no.

At least any reason you wanted to think about, anyway.

“You do? Ah, Y/N, that makes me so happy, you have no idea!” Kun reached over the center console and pulled you into a hug, a little awkward with the angle you two were in, but still a sweet gesture.

“Me too,” you agreed, hugging him back. When he pulled away, he looked a little nervous again.

“Does this mean you’ll…you’ll be my girlfriend?”

You giggled. “That depends, are you asking me to be?”

“Uh, yes?” Kun answered sheepishly again, making you laugh and nod your head.

“Great! I feel so much better now that that’s all, uh, I guess out in the open now? Yeah.” His flustered nature was cute, you couldn’t help but keep laughing.

“But Y/N?”

“Hm?” You were curious what else he had to say.

“Do you mind if we maybe…don’t mention the letter to Jungkook?” You were about to ask why when he quickly continued with a groan. “I just know he’s gonna tease me mercilessly about it if he finds out, so I’d rather it be our secret.”

You found the request a little odd, since Kun did most of the teasing out of the two of them, but you honored it anyway. If it meant so much to him to keep it between the two of you, that’s what you would do. You nodded and he grinned once more.

“Great, thank you. How about we go find a booth before the rain starts coming down too hard? We can share my umbrella, too.”

You nodded again and waited for Kun to come to the other side of the car with the umbrella before you got out. He took your hand in his, and while it was a foreign sensation – at least with him – it wasn’t unwelcome.

The two of you made it into the diner just before the rain started heavily pouring down. Kun excused himself to go to the bathroom so you just sat there by yourself, wondering where Jungkook was, or if he would even show up at all.

You couldn’t deny the small twinge of pain you felt in your chest at the thought of him, but you tried to will it away. Because if you kept going like this, it could make things worse for you, especially now that you were with Kun.

You decided it was time to let go. And let go is what you did.

*End of Y/N Flashback*

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All those years ago felt like a far-away memory, and Kun seemed like someone else entirely now. He’d evolved from the caring man you started loving more as the years drew on. He’d changed into something you were sure you didn’t like, and you still couldn’t figure out why.

You kept telling yourself that maybe he was just worried about getting married and was acting weird because of it. That was a thing that happened, right? People handle big life events in different ways, don’t they?

You shook your head to make that thought dissipate before you picked your phone back up again, the screen still on your and Jungkook’s messages. After another small moment of contemplation, you decided to go ahead and do it. Shortly after you sent your text, the typing indicator popped up.

You waited for him to respond, not even sure what you wanted to talk about, but you knew you wanted to talk regardless. Anything to get your mind off your current thoughts. Another minute passed before the familiar ding called your attention to your phone once more.

You took a deep breath before you responded, not being able to help the small smile that spread out over your face.

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Jungkook was startled by his phone vibrating on his nightstand across the room. He’d been sitting in front of his easel, working on a new painting; a hobby he’d picked up in the last few months that he found to be relaxing.

It also took up a lot of time and kept his mind occupied, which was its own blessing.

He stood up and stretched, observing what he’d created over the last several hours since he’d gotten home after spending the morning with you. He’d started to create a landscape filled with different hues of blues and purples, incorporating mountains and trees as he saw them visually. Usually, he’d be covered in various colors of paint after an intense session, with splotches coating his arms, sometimes on his face and in his hair as well. He was careful tonight, however, since he didn’t want to rush it and he’d already taken a shower prior to starting.

And as he looked at the painting, his thoughts drifted to you again. The two of you – along with Kun – had taken a trip to the mountains a few years back, and the memory of how you marveled at the scenery never failed to bring a smile to Jungkook’s face.

He shook his head to will that memory away, because with every memory of you that brought on happiness, lately it also brought on pain. Jungkook hated that for multiple reasons.

Recently, the biggest memory that was plaguing his existence almost every waking moment was the day you and Kun started dating. He’ll never forget the feeling of devastation when he saw the two of you together officially, knowing that he was too late. He started thinking about it again, much to his dissatisfaction.

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*Jungkook Flashback*

“Fuck, Tae, I’m late,” Jungkook spoke exasperatedly as he drove to the diner, his phone on speaker in his lap. He was unfortunately hitting every red light along the way despite going as fast as he could without getting a ticket, and with the sudden downpour of rain bound to start at any second, he knew traffic would only get worse.

“Kook, it’s gonna be alright! Trust me on this,” Tae’s reassuring voice washed over Jungkook as it echoed through the phone speaker, making him loosen his grip on the steering wheel the tiniest bit.

“I’m so fucking nervous, Tae, I feel like my heart is in my throat.” Jungkook meant it, too. The slow red light did nothing to quell his anxiety, making him drum his fingers against the steering wheel as he pushed his hair out of his face with his free hand.

“Breathe, kid.”

Jungkook snorted. “I’m not that much younger than you.”

“You’re not, but you are like a little brother to me, and I need you to focus on what I’m saying and calm down.”

Jungkook took a deep breath, accelerating the car again now that the light was green, being careful not to overdo it. He would be at the diner within another minute or so, if the traffic didn’t get any worse than it was at that moment.

“Look, you put the letter in the door, yeah? So, she’s sure to find it. And when she does, and she reads it, she’ll meet you there, just like you asked.”

“We were already set to meet up at the diner, though,” Jungkook pouted. He could hear Tae sigh through the phone.

“Yes, yes, I know. That doesn’t change the fact that she’ll meet you there after getting the letter. Kook, you’ve got to focus so you make it there safely.”

“I know, I know, I know.” Jungkook turned onto the street that was just a block away from the diner now. “I just hate that I’m late, I was supposed to be the one already here waiting on her.”

“So sorry that Yeontan missed you and you had to stay a few extra minutes-“

“Not the time, TaeTae.” Jungkook started slowing down as he pulled into the parking lot, looking through the vast array of cars, hoping that maybe you hadn’t arrived yet. Those hopes were dashed when he saw yours not far away, and he gulped as he pulled into the nearest parking spot.

When Jungkook parked the car, he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the headrest, letting out a slow, deep breath. He took a few seconds to control his breathing because his heart was beating so fast that he almost thought he maybe should be concerned-

“Hey Kook, you still with me there?”

Jungkook picked up his phone out of his lap and turned it off speaker, now putting the phone receiver to his ear. “Hey, yeah, I’m here, I made it,” he answered breathlessly.

“Good. Jesus, you worried me for a minute there.” Tae paused before he continued, probably letting Jungkook calm down some so he could better listen to what Tae had to say.

“Everything is going to be fine. Trust me. Even if things may not go exactly how you planned, everything will still be ok. You can’t go into this with a negative mindset, or it’ll all come crumbling down on you.”

“I know, Tae. I’m just worried, like- I care so much about her, I don’t want to freak her out if she doesn’t feel the same way. I’ve never really been up front about how I feel at all, I’ve always hidden it-”

“Ok, first of all, if she doesn’t feel the same, then that’s her loss. Secondly, you guys have been each other’s closest friend for God knows how many years now, I don’t see anything you doing at this point – short of some illegal things, of course – driving her away in any capacity.”

“I feel like you’re right, but I’m so afraid to fuck things up.” Jungkook’s voice came out quiet, and if he didn’t have the phone to his ear, Tae might not have been able to hear him.

“Jungkook,” Tae’s melodious, smooth voice flowed through the receiver. “You are an amazing person, and Y/N loves you regardless of anything else. All you can do now is go in there and see what happens. You’ve basically already confessed, yeah?”

Jungkook gulped. “Yeah.”

“Then the hardest part is already over.”

“I sure hope you’re right…”

“I am right, and if I’m not, you get to tell me off and I won’t bite back at all. Sound good?”

Jungkook chuckled, a small smile breaking out across his face for what felt like the first time in a few hours since he started talking to Tae about everything. “You know I hate arguing with you, anyway.”

“All the more reason to have faith that I’m right. Kook,” Tae’s voice lost its playful tone as it turned more serious, “You can do this. I believe in you, and Y/N cares about you. If anything, there’s at least that.”

Jungkook took another deep breath as he stared up at the ceiling, his black locks tickling his nose as he shook his head to let them scatter.

“Thanks, TaeTae.” He slightly opened the car door, grimacing somewhat when he saw just how hard it was raining as he remembered he didn’t bring an umbrella. He pulled his hood over his head. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“You fucking better. Good luck, Kookie.”

Jungkook chuckled at the nickname as he ended the call and pocketed his phone, trying his best to keep it from the rain. He ran to the diner, and despite having his hood on, his hair got soaked, plastering itself to his face and in turn making his face drenched as well.

But Jungkook didn’t care. Because the closer he got to the diner, he saw you through the window sitting at a booth alone, and he felt like all the breath was being stolen from his lungs. He sped up, so ready to see you and yet so terrified at the same time.

When he got to the door of the diner, he placed his hands on his knees as he bent over to try and catch his breath. He peered up into the window again and watched as you were staring out of a window on the opposite side of the diner. He wondered what you might be thinking about, and honestly hoped that maybe you were thinking about him.

He placed his hand on the door handle and took one last deep breath. “You can do this, Kook,” he mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he was swinging open the door at the same time, almost running into someone but thankfully missing them at the last second. He started making his way toward you, and when you saw him, your face lit up and he felt his heart swell at the sight.

He was so helplessly head-over-heels for you and he couldn’t help but grin back. He swiped his hood back from his head as he waved at you, his feet drawing him closer with each step, and his heart pounding a little faster as he did. Rain droplets were streaming down his face from his soaking wet hair, despite him pushing it back as best he could.

“Hey, Koo,” you called to him, making the butterflies start to act up in his stomach. That was his favorite nickname, one you’d given him forever ago, and you were the only one he would allow to call him that.

“Hey, Y/N.” He sat at the opposite end of the booth, feeling so sick with nervousness that he was surprised his words didn’t come out jumbled.

“You made it,” you smiled wider at him and Jungkook’s cheeks were hurting with how hard he grinned back. He thought you were the most beautiful person in the world, and he may have only still been a teenager, but dammit he knew he felt something genuine for you, something that he wanted to share with you and was finally building up the courage to do so.

He just had to go through with it.

“Yeah, I said I’d be here, didn’t I?” You laughed and it sounded like bells to him, but everything you said was always like music to his ears.

“You certainly did. I mean, we always meet here every week. Without fail. Best part of the week if you ask me.” You propped your arm up with your elbow on the table and rested your head in your palm as you stared at him.

Jungkook swallowed hard, resting his hands on the table, internally telling himself to calm the fuck down so his voice wouldn’t come out shaky when he spoke next.

“Yeah, I like it too. I love spending time with you, no matter what we do.” He could hear a small gasp escape from you at his words, and he felt like now would be the best time before he backed out and regretted it forever.

He didn’t even have time to think about why it was strange that you were sitting close to the window, and not in the middle of the seat like he was on the opposite side of the booth.

“Y/N?”

You instinctively leaned in closer, and Jungkook’s heart was beating so fast he was sure you could hear it. “Yeah, Koo?”

He inhaled shakily, but he did his best to hide it.

“I have something I need to tell you-”

But Jungkook never got to.

“That’s interesting, Kook, because we have something that we need to tell you, as well.”

Jungkook looked up in disbelief, smile immediately dropping from his face, watching as Kun slid into the seat beside you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his side.

Wait.

No.

No, no, no, no-

“Go ahead, Y/N. Why don’t you be the one to tell Kook the good news.” Kun was grinning devilishly, and Jungkook watched as your smile was nowhere to be found anymore as you looked mildly uncomfortable being put on the spot.

Kun’s voice sounded way too far off. Jungkook zeroed in on your mouth so he could pick up on what you were about to say, wishing that it was anything besides what he was thinking.

“Jungkook,” you rarely used his full name, so he knew it had to be important. “Kun and I are… well we’re-”

“We’re dating,” Kun cut you off, smirking and pulling you tighter against him. Jungkook didn’t miss the way the corners of your mouth tugged downward as you looked down at the table.

Jungkook couldn’t speak. His mouth felt way too dry, and it looked like the edges of his vision were starting to tremble. He blinked his eyes a few times, hoping that the tears threatening to fall would be mistaken for the raindrops still cascading down his face.

“O-Oh, really? Well, that’s- that’s good. I’m happy for you guys.” Jungkook’s voice sounded foreign to him, and if the way you rubbed your arm as you looked away was anything to go by, you could also tell he sounded off. He cleared his throat and tried again.

“Seriously, that’s awesome. I’m happy for you two.” Jungkook put on a smile that he hoped was convincing enough. Kun nodded at Jungkook, still grinning. Jungkook picked up the menu in front of him, and it took all his strength to not let it show that his hands were shaking.

He couldn’t let either of them see that this was crushing him.

“I’m glad we have your support. Aren’t you, Y/N?” Kun shook you a little to get your attention, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. You still looked very uncomfortable, and he usually was the one who helped you out of situations like that.

But that person couldn’t be him anymore. You had someone else to help you now.

And it was the last person he ever anticipated.

“Yeah, thank you, Kook.” You looked down at your menu now, trying to relax your posture. Jungkook watched as you inhaled slowly to let out a deep breath, a technique he picked up on that you did when you were anxious.

Usually, he’d hug you and it would help. But he couldn’t do that now, so he stayed rooted to the seat on his side of the booth. He wiped away the raindrops – and remnants of tears that hadn’t quite fallen – with the back of his hoodie sleeve just as the waiter was walking up to take everyone’s order.

The conversation flowed what appeared to be normally, with Kun doing most of the talking. You and Jungkook would mainly nod or agree or mumble something to add to the conversation, but Kun didn’t seem to mind.

It wasn’t until the 3 of you were leaving and Jungkook was ready to get home and properly breakdown that Kun caught up to him before he left. The rain had let up and the day looked so bright now, a stark contrast to Jungkook’s mood.

“Hey, Y/N, I’ll call you later, ok!” Kun yelled across the parking lot, making Jungkook flinch since he was right behind him. He turned around to face Kun.

“Can I talk to you for a second,” Kun’s face was serious for the first time Jungkook had seen that day. Jungkook nodded and leaned against his car, his hands buried deep in the front pocket of his hoodie. He was twisting them together while he waited for Kun to speak.

“Hey, man, I just wanted to make sure there’s no hard feelings between us,” Kun spoke. Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed as he frowned.

He didn’t like where this was going.

“What do you mean,” Jungkook enunciated each word as he questioned Kun.

“I just don’t want this to make things awkward between us, you know? Especially since I know you like her, too-”

“What are you talking about,” Jungkook knew he sounded defeated, but he still had to try. He didn’t want this to be any worse on him than it already was, and if denying his feelings would help with that, then that’s what he would do.

Kun snickered and nudged Jungkook’s arm with his elbow. “You don’t have to hide it from me; I know you like her. Which is why I wanna make sure we’re good. I don’t want this to affect our friendship, or your friendship with her. Especially because she’s the one who asked me, so I don’t want her upset-”

“Wait, Kun, hang on,” Jungkook couldn’t help but cut him off. “She asked you?”

Kun nodded, a small smile lighting up his face. “She did. It shocked me, too. But I’m really happy. I’ll be happier if I know we’re cool, though.”

Jungkook was glad that the car was supporting him, otherwise he knew he’d be having a hard time not stumbling backward with the surprising news.

You asked Kun to date? You? The person who was introverted and always the last to initiate anything?

He found it very hard to believe, but he knew asking you would probably make the situation even more awkward than it was earlier, so he decided to just take Kun’s word for it.

“Yeah, we’re cool.” Jungkook wanted to end this conversation and just leave already. The more time he spent here, the heavier his chest felt with the weight of his heart which seemed like it had turned to stone.

Kun clapped him twice on the shoulder. “Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a girlfriend to make plans with.”

Kun didn’t stick around long enough to see Jungkook’s reaction, which he wouldn’t have really seen it anyway since all Jungkook did was ball his hands into fists inside his hoodie pocket. He raked his now damp hair back from his face and opened the car door with a little more force than he typically did.

When he was in the car, he slumped into the seat, squeezing his eyes shut as he palmed his face with both hands. He didn’t want to cry because he should be happy for you if you were happy.

But right now, there was no fucking way he could be happy, and he knew it.

He waited like that in the car for several minutes, ignoring his calls that were coming from Tae who he was sure was checking in to see how things went. Jungkook didn’t have the want or energy to deal with that right now.

You, the girl he had loved for years, had found your place in the arms of someone else.

Tae had been wrong after all. Everything had come crumbling down on Jungkook anyway, no matter what mindset he had.

And the hardest part wasn’t over; it was just beginning.

*End of Jungkook Flashback*

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It was almost 6 years later, and that memory still hurt more than Jungkook thought anything rightfully should. Emotional wounds are supposed to heal with time, but time did nothing to help how that memory made him feel. He hoped that maybe after next week he could finally push all that behind him once and for all.

He hoped with everything he had that he would be able to do that. He needed to, for you, for your relationship, and for himself, too.

He sauntered over to his bed and flopped down onto it, having already changed into his trademark black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He placed an arm behind his head as he picked up his phone to see what notification he received.

He saw your text and gulped. It was nothing but a word, your nickname for him (that he still absolutely adored) but it made him feel that lump in his throat that was only getting worse by the day.

Jungkook unlocked his phone to answer your text. He waited for your next response before the two of you got into a conversation.

Jungkook frowned as your last message came through. He knew something was off, so he did the only thing he could think to do.

He called you. The phone rang barely once before he heard your voice.

“Kook?”

Jungkook smiled in his empty room. “Yeah, hey.”

“Hey. What’s up?”

He tongued his cheek. “That’s what I wanted to ask you.”

It was silent for longer than he liked.

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

He could tell, he could hear it in your voice. You really did sound tired, but you also sounded sad. And lately, that usually meant one thing.

“He hasn’t come home yet, has he?”

Another bout of silence followed by a humorless chuckle from your end. The sound alone was enough to make Jungkook feel like someone had his heart in their grip and was squeezing it slowly.

“That obvious, huh?”

“Y/N-”

“Koo, it’s alright. I don’t mind being alone. I actually got a lot done! I checked over everything for the wedding again-”

“Y/N,” Jungkook repeated, a little firmer this time. You stopped talking instantly and he felt a little bad because he wasn’t trying to talk over you, but he needed you to listen to him.

“I just- I want you to be ok.”

“I am-”

“Please don’t lie to me.”

Silence again on the other end of the line. Jungkook sighed, looking at the ceiling, trying to imagine what you were doing right now. He wondered if you were still sitting at your desk, going through your wedding itinerary the same way he’d watched you do over the last few months, twirling your pen in your hand while your face was scrunched up in concentration. Or maybe you were laying in bed, same as him, alone in an empty room.

Jungkook opened his mouth to say something else but closed it as you finally spoke again.

“Hey, Koo?”

There it was, the nickname again. Jungkook swallowed and licked his lips since they felt dry, trying to ignore the way he felt every time he heard you say that.

“Yeah?”

“What was that song you always used to sing whenever we’d ride to the old hangout spot?”

Jungkook had to think about it for a second. It’d been years since you two had visited your old hangout spot, since it was now closed off to the public. Jungkook had a favorite mix CD back then that he would always play whenever you two would ride up there, and if that particular song came on, he would sing it every time.

This was before you and Kun had started dating, so it really had been a while. He couldn’t remember the last time he sang what you were referring to, and he was surprised you even remembered.

Then again, it was you he was talking about here, so he wasn’t too surprised.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I- I was wondering if maybe you could sing it for me?”

Jungkook let out a small gasp, feeling slightly flustered at your request. He’d never been asked to sing for anyone before, so to say you caught him off guard was an understatement.

“You- you want me to sing? For you?”

“No don’t worry about it, you don’t have to, it’s ok! It was just a thought, sorry-”

He couldn’t help but smile at how flustered you were now. He could just imagine you hiding under your blanket, before peeking over it to give him the cutest look that he found to be so endearing. You were one to get flustered easily and Jungkook, frankly, thought it was fucking adorable.

He heard some shuffling from your end, and he figured you really were trying to hide under your blanket despite no one being around. He chuckled before shaking his head.

“Y/N?”

More shuffling. “Y-yeah?”

“I’d love to sing for you.” Jungkook turned over on his side, supporting himself with his arm as he switched his phone to his other hand. “I am curious as to why you want me to, though.”

Silence on the other end of the line. It went on long enough that Jungkook started to get worried, until he heard your voice once more, albeit quieter than before.

“Your singing has always managed to make me feel better. Your voice is soothing, so I thought that maybe if you did- nevermind it’s stupid.”

Jungkook gulped, this being the first time he’s heard this news. He never thought you paid attention to him in the past whenever he would sing, let alone did he think it would actually be a good thing.

He sat up fully in bed now, ruffling his hair as he looked at his phone; the picture of you on the call screen caused the tiniest smile to appear on his face.

“Y/N”, he spoke softly as he put the phone back to his ear, “you know I’d do anything for you.” When he heard something that sounded like a sigh from the other end, he continued with a chuckle “Especially something as simple as singing.”

“Hmm I don’t know if I’d call singing easy, you’re just good at everything. Have you ever even heard me sing?”

Jungkook laughed now, happy to hear a bit of a lighter tone in your voice. “I have, and it sounds beautiful.”

More silence. Jungkook licked his lips again and maneuvered so he was sitting with one leg crossed under him, the other swinging back and forth over the edge of the bed.

“Thank you,” he heard you quietly murmur as he shut his eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready to sing.

“Remember the way you made me feel,

Such young love but

Something in me knew that it was real,

Frozen in my head…”

As he was singing, Jungkook swore he could hear you faintly humming along to the melody. It made his smile widen. He could sing this song in his sleep, so for the rest of the song, he focused on you.

When he finished the song, he waited to see if you would say something. He waited long enough until he could make out what sounded like faint breathing on the other end.

“Hey Y/N,” he chuckled, laughing more when he heard shuffling on the other end, “you’re not falling asleep on me are you?”

A yawn from your end. “How hard would you judge me if I said yes?”

Jungkook shook his head with a grin, making some of his blue tresses fall into his face before he swept them away again. “I wouldn’t at all, you sound like you need the sleep.”

Another yawn. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Sleep sounds amazing right now.”

The sound of your voice made a quickly-becoming-all-too-familiar pain spread throughout Jungkook’s chest.

“Why don’t you go get some sleep, hm? I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

He heard you hum and what sounded like you might be stretching, making his chest tighten even more. He knew you were there, alone, as you were most nights lately. What he wouldn’t give to be able to be there with you, to hold you-

He shook his head more vigorously this time, trying not to let his thoughts stray into dangerous territory. You were his best friend, and furthermore, you were getting married soon. Even further, you were getting married to his other best friend.

He couldn’t be thinking of you in ways he had in the past, and he needed to get a hold on it now while he still had time to come to grips with everything.

“You better,” you responded, bringing him back to the current conversation. “You know I always need my designated Daily Kook Time.”

Jungkook let out a lighthearted laugh. “Always happy to be of service.”

He heard you shifting around on the other end, probably getting comfortable.

“Goodnight, Koo. And thanks again-,” you broke off to stifle a yawn but to no avail, “for everything.”

“Anytime. Night, Y/N.” Jungkook waited on you to hang up before he pulled his phone away, sighing deeply as he ran a hand down his face.

He glanced over at the painting he had neglected, deciding that he was suddenly too tired to finish it and should probably get some sleep soon himself.

His shoulders slumped as he looked at his phone homescreen, an old picture of the 2 of you – ironically enough – at the old hangout spot. He had an arm around you, and you were smiling so brightly it looked like it almost hurt to be smiling so wide.

While he stared at the picture, one thought ran through his mind, a question he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to:

‘Would you still be thanking me if you knew how I feel for you?’

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2 Days Before the Wedding

The wedding was only days away now, and your uneasiness was growing more with every passing moment, gnawing away at you from the inside. The more you prepared, the more you felt like something was either bound to not go according to plan or to just go completely awry.

You had a plan for everything and always stuck to it no matter what, so to say this was driving you up the wall with worry would be a bit of an understatement. Especially since Kun, yet again, had bailed on an important event: scoping out the chapel you booked for the ceremony to make sure everything was in place.

Sharing the same space as him for the last week had proven to be suffocating, despite him not being around much. The weight of what would be happening soon was pressing down on you and not having the support you needed from the person who was supposed to be doing this with you-

It was a lot more difficult to handle than one might think.

You wanted to make sure that the decorations were set up a few days before, just in case life decided to surprise you at the last minute. And with Kun not going, you knew it would be a hassle to do everything by yourself.

But of course, Jungkook offered to help, like he always does. You really didn’t know what you’d done in a past life to deserve this man as your dearest friend, but you’d be thankful for it every day for the rest of your life.

Jungkook drove the two of you to the chapel just before noon. There was someone there to make sure the chapel was open and to guide you to the dedicated venue for the wedding. When you both made it, the person politely excused themselves and said to just come find them if you needed assistance with anything. As they shut the doors behind them, you took in the sight of the entire room, marveling at the beauty of the stained-glass windows and tall ceilings. Jungkook was standing by your side, his eyes flitting about the room before drifting back to you again. 

“Well,” he asked as he rolled up his sleeves of his blue sweater, “where should we start?”

You smiled at him, feeling the same warmth you always did in his presence. You didn’t want to even fathom where you’d be now without all his help over these last several months.

“I guess we can work our way through the box of decorations over there?” In one of the corners of the room, there was a box currently overflowing with garland that was spilling out over the side. Jungkook jogged over to the box with no hesitation, already pulling out things by the time you made your way there.

“There isn’t really much in the way of choices, is there?” Jungkook held up one of the strands to the light, since there were translucent shapes attached at the ends. You wrinkled your nose at the sight of it, since it was completely not what you had in mind. Jungkook picked up on it immediately and nodded in agreement as he set it aside.

The next option was a thin stranded garland with different colored hearts scattered throughout along the line. This one didn’t really align with what you had envisioned, either, but all your thoughts completely vanished when you watched Jungkook.

He took the garland and draped it around his shoulders, looping it around so it fell across his chest like a long, flowing necklace. He picked up both ends and was swinging them around as he looked thoughtfully at the opposite wall.

“Hm, maybe it would look nice over there,” you heard him mumble to himself, his lower lip jutting out the tiniest amount as he was deep in thought contemplating where to put the garland.

And it was in that moment that you decided you were absolutely using that decoration no matter what.

He jogged over to the wall, making you shake your head as you smiled at him. When he reached the wall, he unwrapped the garland from around himself and jumped up while holding one of the ends, trying to envision where a good placement would be. Seeing him do this a few times made you giggle, because he looked like he was playing with the decorations instead of seriously trying to figure out where they would look nice.

Your giggling stopped soon after, though.

Jungkook had dropped the garland since his hair was falling into his eyes. With a huff, he pulled a hair tie off of his wrist and made quick work of putting his hair up into some sort of ponytail.

It was a sight you’d never seen and one you didn’t think you ever would see-

So, all you could do was dumbly stare at him like you were seeing him for the first time. Even as he bent over to pick up the garland he’d previously discarded, you continued looking straight at him.

Jungkook must have sensed your eyes on him because he turned around, having completely wrapped himself up in the garland again. You mustered a tiny laugh with an awkward wave, looking anywhere but him now. He smirked.

“You wanna tell me what’s so amusing?”

“Oh, nothing. It’s just cute seeing you try so hard,” you answered honestly, because it was very cute, seeing the lengths he would go to for something like this when it wasn’t even his wedding-

Now wasn’t the time to have thoughts like that.

His smirk widened into a full grin as he started walking your way. “That so?”

When he was in front of you, he reached around to untangle the garland once more, before draping it around your shoulders and tugging on it to bring you close – close enough now that if you barely reached out, you’d touch him. He looked down at you a few moments before he let the ends of the garland drop down by your sides, while you just continued to stare up at him, not sure what to say.

Jungkook gulped and looked away. “Uh, is there something else we need to be looking for? Or figuring out?”

You nodded as you twisted the ends of the garland in an attempt to hopefully assuage the blush threatening to color your cheeks.

“Y-yeah, we also need to check the seating setups and the stereo system for music before we leave. After decorations, of course.”

Jungkook nodded determinedly. “Got it. Well, you tell me where things go, and I’ll follow all your orders. Sound good?”

You smiled. “Sounds good.”

Jungkook sauntered back over to the box and you watched as he pulled another strand of the heart garland from it and draped it over his shoulders again. You burst out laughing when he looked at you with his big, doe-like eyes.

“What’d I do this time,” he whined, not able to hide the smile creeping up on his face.

“You like the garland that much, huh?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I guess I got used to it. Old habits die hard.”

“Old habits- you had it on for like 10 minutes!”

“Habit-forming doesn’t take that long, Y/N. Your support during this time would be much appreciated-”

You groaned and walked away to check the seating; Jungkook’s laugh echoed off the walls as you did.

After maybe 2 hours of careful, meticulous planning, you and Jungkook took a break to admire your handiwork. The two of you made a great team, because the chapel looked stunning. The last thing to check would be the music, which meant you and Jungkook were currently huddled around the stereo, trying to make it work.

“I think maybe if we turn this dial…aha! I think that worked.” Jungkook’s smile lit up the entire room and the tiny clap he made at the soft sound of music flowing from the speakers made it even better.

You were so, so fond of this man.

Jungkook turned the volume up for the music and it was a song you recognized. You walked back into the middle of the chapel floor and twirled around a few times, arms outstretched wide and head thrown back as the familiar, dulcet tunes washed over you. You let out a small sound of contentment before you opened your eyes and they landed on Jungkook while you were still spinning.

He was leaning against the table the stereo rested on, both hands in his pockets, just watching you with a soft expression. When his eyes met yours, he bit his lip before it slowly pulled upwards into a smile.

“This is great, Koo. Just what I wanted,” you called to him as you spun around a few more times. You closed your eyes again, so you didn’t register that he was walking up to you-

-until he was right in front of you.

You started to slow down but Jungkook just shook his head as he took one of his hands to twirl you. He kept twirling you a few more times before you came to a stop, his other hand resting on your waist so he could steady you.

This close, you could see just how beautiful his eyes were, and in the lighting of the room that was pouring in through the stained-glass windows, his eyes shone brighter than anything you had ever seen. They were so captivating, full of stars and wonder, and you’d never get tired of looking into them.

You didn’t really have time to contemplate what that might mean, since the song changed to a more upbeat one and Jungkook was lifting you off the ground before you could protest.

He was spinning both of you now in time with the music, keeping you held tight in his grasp so that you didn’t fall, and grinning at you like you were his favorite person in the world.

You didn’t know where any of this was coming from…but you also made no move to stop it. Instead, you reached forward to where you were almost cupping his cheek, opting instead to twirl a piece of his hair with your fingers.

And that was when you realized just a little too late that stopping was exactly what you should have done.

The music came to an abrupt halt, making both you and Jungkook turn to look at the stereo. Your heart dropped at the sight.

There stood Kun, hand still resting above the power dial, face twisted into something borderline horrifying. He’d shown up after all- just in time to catch you in a very compromising position with his best man. Wordlessly, before Jungkook had even set you down properly, he turned on his heels and started walking off.

“Wait!” You jumped out of Jungkook’s grasp, nearly tripping as you ran after Kun. You barely managed to catch up to him before he exited the chapel. He begrudgingly turned around when he felt your hand on his shoulder.

You noticed a mixture of different emotions on his face, mostly what you perceived as anger, and something else you were unsure of.

“Kun, why are you leaving?” No response, so you tried again. “Talk to me. Don’t you want to see the decorations-”

He shrugged his shoulder from your hold, turning around in the process. He gave you a sickening sneer, almost as if he was disgusted with looking at you. “I’ve seen all that I need to see.”

He walked down the steps of the chapel and you tried once again to go after him.

“Kun, stop, please! Just talk to me, I need you to talk to me-”

“Enough, Y/N,” Kun yelled as he whirled around to face you, still several feet away from you since you hadn’t descended down all the steps yet.

You froze. Kun took a deep breath as he squeezed his eyes shut and looked away, staring at the ground. “Just let me go.”

The words caused dread to seep into your heart, and you didn’t make another attempt to stop him. Instead, you watched as he drove away, much faster than he probably should have.

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The Day Before the Wedding

You were standing in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, once again observing how you looked in your wedding dress. You twirled around, watching as the dress flowed with the movement before settling back into place once you’d stopped. It was beautiful, and it was everything you could have ever wanted in a dress. You’d hoped this would psyche you up about tomorrow, but if anything, it just made you more nervous.

In less than 24 hours you were going to be married. You didn’t anticipate that much would change necessarily, but the idea made your stomach twist in an unpleasant way.

It’s just pre-wedding jitters, right? Nothing to worry about.

In fact, you figured that’s also what had been going on with Kun lately...except for the fact that it shouldn’t have been going on for nearly a year now. As you gazed back into the mirror, you realized you were frowning as you thought about him – that couldn’t be a good sign.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, asking yourself once again if you were actually ready to go through with this. Regardless of the answer, though, you figured it was too late to back out now. Everything was planned down to even the most minute detail. Backing out now would cause a lot of chaos, not just for you, but everyone else involved. 

A heavy sigh fell from your lips as you wrapped your arms around your waist, feeling the material of your dress brush against you.

Things would work themselves out. They always did. You just had to keep telling yourself that.

You wanted to think about happy memories between you and Kun, not focus on all the confusing behavior he’d been exhibiting for a while. But it was hard when he wouldn’t give you a chance. You gave up on trying to talk it through with him and got used to him coming home late and never explaining his whereabouts, which is something you shouldn’t be used to.

And after a while, you just dealt with it. Alone, in silence, hoping that one day it’d get better. Now, with your wedding day literally on the horizon, you hoped with all you had that the day for change would be close.

A door slamming closed startled you.

“Kun?” You called out, waiting for an answer. You grabbed the nearest blanket on the bed to drape around yourself since you were still wearing your dress. He hadn’t seen it yet, and you wanted to keep it that way until the wedding. Tradition, and all that.

You didn’t have time to call out again before he unceremoniously opened the bedroom door and walked in, all but ignoring you as he placed his phone on the nightstand and sauntered over to the bathroom.

“Kun,” you tried again. You saw his shoulders move up and down as he sighed before he turned to look at you.

“What,” he retorted, voice filled with what sounded like malice. You frowned, recognizing the look on his face as one of impatience.

“Nothing, I’m just happy to see you home,” you answered honestly. When he first walked in, there was a tiny spark of hope that bloomed within you, thinking that maybe this was the beginning of the change you so desperately craved. But as soon as he turned to face you, that spark died out quicker than it ignited.

Kun scoffed. “Yeah, sure.” He looked you up and down. “What’s with the blanket? I’ve seen every inch of you, there’s no need to hide from me.”

Your frown deepened. You couldn’t remember when he had started speaking to you like that, but you know you didn’t like it. You didn’t like it at all.

“I was trying on my dress,” you answered, wrapping the blanket more tightly around you, “I didn’t want you to see it so I-”

“Oh, come on, Y/N, you know I couldn’t give any less of a fuck about tradition.” His tone and words cut you, and you felt your lower lip start to tremble despite your best efforts for it not to.

“If I see the dumb dress, I see it, no big deal,” Kun shrugged. “I’m seeing it tomorrow anyway and then probably never again after that. I don’t see why it matters.”

You were fisting the blanket so tightly now in your hands that your knuckles were hurting. Kun either didn’t notice your distress or he simply didn’t care.

You really hoped it was the former, but you weren’t sure anymore.

Kun started walking to the bathroom again, and you strode over there because you needed to understand what was going on.

When he started the shower you simply asked, “What are you doing?”

Kun looked back at you as if you had grown another head. “What’s it look like? I’m going to take a shower.”

“Yes, but…why? You usually don’t take showers this early.” You gulped, not liking where this was heading. Something was off, and it unsettled you deeply.

Kun rolled his eyes, walking over to where you stood by the door and gently moving you back a step so that you were out of the way. “I’m getting ready to go out,” was all he responded with before he closed the door.

You blinked a few times, waiting on him to come out and say that he was just joking and that he decided to turn in early for the night so he could spend time with you before the big day.

You waited. But nothing happened.

A loud ‘ding’ startled you, making you jump. You realized it came from Kun’s phone, and you were going to leave well enough alone, until 2 more quick ‘dings’ came through. Your curiosity got the better of you, so you walked over to his phone and slowly picked it up.

You saw a series of messages on the screen from an unsaved number, and as you unlocked the phone, you swallowed thickly when you saw more messages from the same person.

The nature of the messages had your heart dropping down into the pit of your stomach, and you had to brace yourself against the nightstand so you wouldn’t tumble over. You continued scrolling against your better judgment, even opening the latest picture attachment.

You felt ill. It seemed like the world was spinning out of control and you had no idea how to stop it.

The blanket pooled around your feet as you sat down on the bed, gripping the sheets to try and ground yourself. You placed the phone back on the nightstand and squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that when you opened them, the messages would be gone.

You opened your eyes, and the messages were still there. You tried to swallow but it was hard, your breathing was staggered.

Everything amplified tenfold when you heard the shower water no longer running.

Kun stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel as he walked over to the dresser to grab some clothes. He shook his head, little droplets of water scattered everywhere before he pushed his wet hair back from his face.

He peered over his shoulder at you for a second before he resumed his clothes search. “I see you finally decided to ditch the blanket.”

You didn’t speak, you weren’t even sure if you could speak. Apparently, your silence annoyed him.

Kun slipped into a pair of jeans before he faced you again, now leaning against the dresser. “Jesus, Y/N, are you really that upset about me going out?” He puffed some air out when you still didn’t respond.

“Honestly, is it a crime for a man to enjoy some freedom the day before his wedding-”

“Shut. Up.” You finally found your voice, saying each word through gritted teeth as if they were separate sentences.

Kun’s usually handsome face contorted at your words. “What did you just say to me?”

You stood up then, ignoring the shaking of your legs, willing yourself to stand tall and face him. The amount of sorrow and betrayal you felt was only outweighed by one other emotion: anger.

You blinked back tears as you snatched up his phone and walked over to him quickly, nearly shoving it in his face. He fumbled with it when you let it drop, and as he saw the screen, his brows furrowed a small amount.

“I can’t believe you,” the sound of your voice was almost unrecognizable as you nearly snarled at him. “This is what you’ve been doing all this time, all the nights you either didn’t come home or stayed out way too late. You were out- you were fucking around!”

Kun didn’t move at your accusation, not so much as a small flinch. Instead, he squared his shoulders so that he was standing taller now as he crossed his arms.

“So what if I was?”

It felt like all of the air was being sucked out of the room. You stared at him like he was a stranger to you, and in all honesty, he basically was at this point.

“So what? So what? Kun, how could you? Why would you?!” You were raising your voice, something you only did if you were extremely emotionally overwhelmed, typically due to anger, which is something that didn’t happen often at all.

To your shock and surprise, Kun laughed.

“Ah, I think you’re making this out to be a much bigger deal than it is-”

“What the fuck do you mean by that? Enlighten me.” You cut Kun off, not missing the way his face shifted from relaxed to annoyed.

“What I mean is: I don’t see the issue here. Not when you,” he pointed one finger at you and lightly jabbed it into your chest, “have been fucking around behind my back for God knows how long.”

You gaped at him, mouth sputtering like a fish out of water. “What?” was all you could muster.

Kun shook his head and chuckled once more. “Did you really think I’d never find out?”

“Find out what, talk to me, I don’t understand-”

“Jungkook, Y/N, you’ve been sleeping with him!” Kun yelled and it made you stumble backwards a step with the force of it. You could only count on one hand the amount of times he’d ever yelled in your relationship, and each time he had, it was just as frightening as the last.

“I’m not fucking stupid, I’ve seen the way you two interact with each other. It’d take a moron to not notice something going on.”

You shook your head, trying to register his words. “How we interact- Kun, you do realize that all the time I’ve been spending with him lately is because you’re never around anymore, right?” You bit back, determined not to take this lying down.

“Do you realize the reason I’m never around anymore is because all your attention is focused on someone else?”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, the anger rushing through your veins slowing down as you felt dread settle in.

“Maybe if you decided I was worth your time, I wouldn’t be giving my attention to someone else-”

“Oh, cut the shit, Y/N,” Kun groaned. “You won’t turn this around on me, I refuse.”

Before you could respond, Kun continued “You found someone else to focus on, and so did I. Makes us fair, in my eyes at least.”

You didn’t speak for a little while, looking at the man in front of you, the one who you were sure you loved once upon a time, the one who you convinced yourself that you were ready to spend a lifetime with.

The one who, no matter how hard he tried, would never measure up to Jungkook.

You gulped as you finally found your voice again, but it came out more restrained than you’d have liked. “Kun, Jungkook is my best friend, I-”

Kun scoffed. “Yes, he’s your best friend, I know. Trust me, I fucking know. But he’s your best friend you also happen to be in love with, so forgive me if I’m not too pleased about that.”

All you could do is stare at him, and for a moment you saw an emotion other than anger swirling around in his eyes: defeat.

You took a moment to really look at the man in front of you, noticing how drained he looked. When had he become so exhausted and withdrawn? You weren’t sure, and you didn’t exactly have high hopes he’d clue you in on it.

Kun looked down and sighed heavily, still supporting himself against the dresser. He slowly brought his head back up to look you in the eyes again, and you were sure they probably mirrored your own with pain and sadness.

“Kun…” you started cautiously, “why do you think I would do that to you?”

He sneered. “Isn’t it obvious? I just said you’re in love with him, something you didn’t deny, by the way.”

You looked down then, because he was right, you didn’t deny it. Mostly because the accusation caught you off guard so suddenly, but…

You peered up at him again. “I would never sleep with someone else as long as I’m with you,” you took a step forward, trying to take his hand in yours, “you know that.”

Kun pulled his hand away as he turned his face to the side.

“The only thing I know is I can’t do this anymore.”

His words hit you hard, as if you were actually struck by something that would knock you off your feet. You blindly reached out for him again, only for him to swat your hand away.

“Kun, no, please, no no no, don’t do this,” you begged, trying to get him to look at you, to acknowledge you, to do something other than stand there. Panic seized your heart. “It’s the day before our wedding, you can’t-”

“I can and I’m going to. Especially after seeing you two in the chapel yesterday. It pretty much confirmed all my suspicions.” He finally looked into your eyes again, and he was like a different person now, lost to whatever had taken him away in the first place.

“So, you’re really just going to leave?” Tears had started falling now and you made no effort to stop them. A hollow feeling was spreading through your body, threatening to envelope you from the inside out. “You’re not the man I fell in love with-”

“You’re right,” he shouldered past you now to find a shirt. “I’m not the man you fell in love with.”

“Kun-”

“Because you never fell in love with me.”

Another shot of pain hit you, squarely in your chest. You felt like throwing up.

“Kun, please…”

You watched wordlessly as he shrugged into a shirt and started putting on his other accessories: belt, watch, the normal attire. Acting like whatever was currently happening was just another part of his day. The last thing you saw was him pick up his engagement ring you’d given him from the dresser-

-only to place it in his pocket.

“But it’s alright, Y/N, you know why?” He was fastening his watch as he looked over at you with an unamused expression. You didn’t move.

“I was never in love with you in the first place.”

If you hadn’t been crying already, you definitely would’ve started now.

“Were you just going to let us get married and string me along for who knows how long?” Your voice came out strained.

Kun shrugged. “Maybe. Who knows? I knew I’d be ending it sometime, anyway. This just sped up the process.”

You sighed shakily, trying to regulate your breathing. “So you’re going to throw away everything we’ve built together? Just like that?”

Kun sent a text on his phone before he pocketed it, alongside his wallet. “Just like that.”

You were stunned into silence, hoping that this was just a bad dream you could wake up from if you tried hard enough.

“I’m going out, don’t expect me to be back anytime soon. In fact,” Kun strutted over to the door, “you should probably start figuring out where you’ll go. I’ll give you a few days to get your things together before I come back.

Even if you wanted to stop him, you knew there was no way you could, especially not in the state you were in. You couldn’t keep him from leaving if he wanted to. For a moment he waited, almost as if he thought you might try to stop him, but he took one last look at you before walking through the door and closing it with a loud bang.

You sank to the floor, burying your head in your hands, so many unanswered questions floating through your mind that it almost made you dizzy. You’d been desperately hoping for change-

-but this was what you least expected.

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It was already evening by the time Jungkook pulled up to the bar and parked in his designated spot near the back entrance. He turned his car off before he let out a long sigh, leaning his forehead on the steering wheel. His fingers were still gripping tightly around the wheel, and he closed his eyes to try and get his thoughts under control.

It didn’t work.

He flexed his fingers around the wheel, taking a deep breath as he did. Every thought of you brought on a new wave of pain and he could feel it spread throughout his entire body, threatening to completely envelop his heart.

Jungkook leaned his head back against his headrest, eyes still closed, mind still racing. He mumbled a soft ‘fuck’ out loud in the empty car as the vision of you spinning around happily in the chapel the day before swirled behind his eyelids.

With one last sigh, he shook his head, letting the blue tresses fall haphazardly in front of his eyes. He opened the door and exited the car, pushing his hair back from his face as he looked up at the sunset that was nearly dark by now. He could see what appeared to be storm clouds brewing overhead.

He was late for his shift – only by 10 minutes, but still – and he knew Yoongi wouldn’t mind, but Jungkook hated being late. He also knew Yoongi would question why he was late as soon as he walked in, since it was an uncommon enough occurrence.

Jungkook locked his car and made his way to the backdoor of the establishment, ready to start working and hopefully get his mind focused on something other than you and what would be happening tomorrow.

He also briefly wondered if maybe Yoongi would fuss at him for drinking on the job tonight.

The doorknob turned easily under his hand, the loud sound of the door opening sure to alert whoever might be in the back right now. And, as it always was with Jungkook’s luck, it just so happened to be Yoongi. Jungkook saw him out of the corner of his eye as he hung his keys up on the hook outside of Yoongi’s office door where all employees placed their keys at the start of their shift.

It was something Yoongi had started years prior because he’d had one too many employees cutting out of work after a few drinks and potentially endangering others since their keys were readily available. Jungkook didn’t mind it; he actually thought it was smart, and no one else minded either.

He turned around and was met with Yoongi’s frowning face, his arms crossed. Jungkook sighed and attempted a smile.

“Hey, Yoongs, sorry I’m late.”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. “Uh huh.” His eyes took in Jungkook’s obviously distracted state. “Mind telling me why you’re late?”

“Am I gonna get reprimanded?” Jungkook scanned the area and didn’t see anyone else in the back, so he figured everyone must be already working in their respective places.

“Depends. Is it a stupid reason?”

Jungkook sighed again. “Y/N is getting married tomorrow.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows shot up but his face still looked calm. “I see. Then it’s not a stupid reason.”

“Depends on who you ask I guess,” Jungkook answered as he started absentmindedly playing with the chain wrapped around his wrist. It was a bracelet you’d given him back when you both were in high school, and he kept up with it all these years.

“Well, if you ask me it’s not stupid.” Yoongi walked past Jungkook toward his office and jerked his head in the direction of the door, motioning for Jungkook to follow him. He did, and when they were both in the room, Jungkook closed the door.

Yoongi sat in the chair behind his desk, resting his elbows on the desk as he folded his hands together. Jungkook sat in the chair on the opposite side of the desk, looking at the different pictures that covered the wall behind his boss and good friend.

“Jungkook, it’s not too late.”

The statement took him by surprise; his big, doe eyes stared at Yoongi.

“Yoongs, I don’t know if you heard me, but she’s getting married tomorrow-”

“I heard you. And I’m still telling you it’s not too late.” Yoongi’s voice was stern and Jungkook knew it was no use arguing with him. “It’s never too late to tell someone how you feel.”

“Normally, I’d agree with you, but she’s getting married to my best friend and I’m the best man in the wedding. I don’t really think that’s an appropriate situation for me to confess to someone.”

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. “Kook-”

“You should’ve seen her,” Jungkook cut Yoongi off unintentionally, speaking so soft that Yoongi almost didn’t hear him. He let out a humorless laugh. “Fuck, she looked so happy yesterday. And here I am, selfishly upset because I’m not the one causing it.”

Yoongi frowned, his features softening as he looked at Jungkook. “Kid, listen. I know you think- look, I know you’ve convinced yourself that there’s never going to be anything between the two of you.”

“Because there won’t be,” Jungkook spat back, not meaning to, but unable to help it as the thought planted itself into his mind once again. He’d wasted so much time making sure you were happy with your life plans, that he lost out on his own happiness in the end.

And now he’d have to live with that, but he would do it for you. He’d do anything for you.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “I’ve never seen you so distressed before. This is really hitting you hard.”

Another dry laugh from Jungkook. “You think?”

He couldn’t stop the harshness of his tone and he was starting to become mindful of that, so he attempted to calm himself down before he spoke again. Yoongi took that time to continue.

“Kook, you know I just want what’s best for you. I always do. And I think if this is really affecting you as much as it is, then you seriously need to consider how you’re going to proceed.”

Jungkook looked back at Yoongi now, fiddling his thumbs as his hands rested in his lap. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is: are you going to sit back and watch as the woman you love spends her life with someone else? Or are you going to finally do something about it like you should have years ago?”

“Yoongs, I’ve already told you-”

“I know what you’ve told me. Time and time again, it’s the same excuses. Well, your time’s almost up and if you don’t get your ass into gear soon, it may actually be too late.”

Jungkook was at a loss for words. He knew deep down Yoongi was right, and that he should’ve confessed to you a long time ago. But he never did because he knew the position that would put you in, and he never wanted that for you.

Even during all the nights where he would hold you as you cried into his shoulder and told him about whatever bad thing had happened between you and your fiancé. He would swallow down his pain to make sure you were ok, and he’d have to hold back every time.

When Jungkook still hadn’t spoken, Yoongi sighed again, leaning forward in his chair.

“Jungkook, look at me.”

Jungkook brought his eyes up slowly, his expression making Yoongi feel his own twist of pain in his chest.

“I’m gonna tell you something, and what you do with this knowledge is up to you. But you need to know.”

Jungkook’s curiosity was piqued, and he leaned forward himself now as well. Yoongi continued.

“I may not know Y/N as well as you do, but I have known her for years. We’ve talked a few times, one-on-one when she was having problems.”

Jungkook’s eyebrow raised. “What do you mean?”

“Occasionally she’d stop by the bar – looking for you, actually – and when you weren’t here, we’d end up talking. It wasn’t that way at first, but eventually she started confiding in me.”

Jungkook swallowed thickly as he listened, realizing then that there may have been more problems than what he knew about, if you were coming here so often that you had even opened up to Yoongi. And the thought made his stomach churn with nervousness.

“I need you to listen well to what I’m about to tell you,” Yoongi said in the same stern tone from earlier. Jungkook nodded, not taking his eyes off of Yoongi.

“Jungkook, she’s fucking terrified.”

In an instant, it felt like all of the air was suddenly pushed out of Jungkook’s lungs.

“What do you mean,” he repeated his phrase from earlier.

Yoongi’s face looked grim. “I mean she’s scared. She’s so scared of getting married and so scared of being with him for the rest of her life.”

“I-I don’t understand,” Jungkook stuttered, looking at the floor. He knew that your relationship wasn’t perfect, but for you to be scared…?

And you never told him?

“I didn’t want to bring this up outright, since I thought you two would figure it out along the way, but it looks like I have to. It’s obvious she has feelings for you that she probably shouldn’t if she’s promising herself to someone else-”

“Stop,” Jungkook interrupted, shaking his head as his tone suddenly bordered on venomous. He had to stop Yoongi, he couldn’t listen to him tell him something that would give him hope when he was so close to running out of time.

“Jungkook, you need to know-”

“I said stop!” Jungkook eyes snapped up as he responded, probably louder than he should have, if the way Yoongi flinched was anything to go by. “Please, just stop. I can’t listen to this, Yoongi, I just can’t.”

After his outburst, Jungkook buried his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. He rubbed the palms of his hands against his eyes, trying to rid himself of all the visions of you that were dancing around in his head now since Yoongi planted that small seed of hope into his mind.

“I know you don’t want to listen,” Yoongi’s voiced his concern sternly. He sounded far away, despite Jungkook only sitting a few feet from him. “But I’ll be damned if I let you sit here and fuck up your life because you’re too scared to take a risk.”

Jungkook slowly brought his head up to look at Yoongi. Never had he seen Yoongi so adamant about something before, and that alone compelled him to finally listen.

Yoongi took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair when he saw he had Jungkook’s attention. “It started a few weeks ago. I knew something was up because she kept coming to find you more and more often. Eventually, I’d get her talking since she was usually distressed, and I didn’t want her to leave until she’d calmed down some. She’d started admitting to me what happened. It was stuff usually involving him,” Yoongi’s tone turned more sinister as he sneered.

Goosebumps formed along Jungkook’s arms at the sudden shift in attitude. Yoongi obviously didn’t like Kun, and as much as he was curious as to why, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

“I won’t go into too much detail, since it’s not really my place, but I’ve heard enough from her to know that she’s not ready for this. And, in my own opinion, I don’t think she even wants this.”

It took Jungkook a few seconds to fully grasp Yoongi’s words and wrap his head around them before he finally responded.

“So, what does this have to do with me,” he croaked out. His throat felt too dry.

“More than you think,” Yoongi replied almost instantly. “Why do you think she always came here looking for you? Sure, she was able to talk to me and calm down, but I wasn’t the one she was looking for all those times.”

As Jungkook thought about it, he started piecing everything together. There were quite a few occasions over the last year or so where you’d shown up to the bar just to see him, even if it wasn’t for very long. He thought you may have just been stopping by to be nice since he had some long shifts sometimes, but it was starting to dawn on him now.

He usually was caught up in his work, but he hadn’t missed it when a few times you walked though the door, looking terribly upset, only for you to smile once you saw him. And since he was distracted, he never thought much of it.

Until now.

“She came here because you make her feel safe. You provide comfort for her when no one else can.” Yoongi continued, pulling Jungkook out of his thoughts. He almost started tearing up upon hearing his words.

“Did she tell you this?” Jungkook’s voice didn’t even sound like his own anymore. His mind was racing and all he could focus on was the one thing that tied all his erratic thoughts together: you.

Yoongi chuckled. “She didn’t directly, but I have a hunch. And I’m no expert, but the fact that she ran away from him to come find you here – on multiple occasions – has to mean something.”

Jungkook’s heart was suddenly feeling too big for his chest. That small seed of hope was growing into something much bigger at a rate faster than he was comfortable with.

“Go to her, Jungkook.” Yoongi’s words surprised him, and before he could object, Yoongi held a hand up. “I obviously can’t make you go, since it’s your shift time, but if you need to you can take some time off.”

“I-,” Jungkook pondered over the thought for a minute, wondering what he would even say when he got to you. “I think I’ll work for a little bit, try and gather my thoughts first before I- before I decide anything.”

He pushed himself up out the chair and Yoongi did the same, nodding to him. “That’s fine, whatever you want, Kook. Are you thinking about working the bar or in the back tonight?”

“I’ll work the bar. Jimin can probably use a hand, anyway.”

“Sounds good.” Yoongi had walked over to his door that Jungkook was about to exit, and clapped a hand gently on his shoulder, making Jungkook turn around to look at him once more.

“Whatever you do, you know I got your back.” Yoongi patted his shoulder again before stepping back to close the door, leaving Jungkook out in the hallway with his mind still running a mile a minute.

After leaving Yoongi’s office, Jungkook had only been working maybe 10 minutes before he saw a familiar face saunter over to the opposite end of the bar. He pursed his lips as he saw them slide onto one of the stools, a woman by their side. But it wasn’t the woman that was supposed to be there.

It wasn’t you. Kun was here with someone else that wasn’t you.

And all Jungkook could think was simply ‘What the fuck?’

A loud clap of thunder boomed outside, signaling that the storm had finally started. Jimin walked over to take the newcomers’ orders as Jungkook stared, his hands slightly shaking as he was cleaning some of the glasses. The woman ordered first, pointing to something on the drink menu. Jungkook watched as Kun cradled one hand around the other woman’s waist, dipping his head so he could say something into her ear.

He felt his blood boiling and he had to set the glass down before he broke it from gripping it too hard.

He turned away, hoping that when he turned back around, they would be gone, nothing but an apparition plaguing Jungkook’s imagination.

That worked for all of a few seconds before he heard laughter followed by loud talking.

“I’ll take whatever you recommend for a special night,” Jungkook heard Kun say. He looked over his shoulder to see the woman being pulled into Kun’s side, giggling as she tried not to fall off of her stool.

Jimin flashed a small smile. “What’s the occasion?”

Kun laughed again. “Well, my marriage is over before it even began, so clearly I’ve got some celebrating to do.”

Jungkook gripped the bar in front of him and closed his eyes.

He did not just hear that, there’s no way-

Jimin’s smile faltered. “I…I don’t understand-”

“Ah,” Kun started, “See, I was supposed to be getting married tomorrow. But that’s no longer happening, and I couldn’t be happier. Man, you should’ve seen her when I left though. Talk about a trainwreck-”

Jungkook whirled around and started walking to the end of the bar before he could fully process his actions. His hands were down by his side, balling into fists.

“Hey, if it isn’t Kook!” Kun called over to Jungkook as he approached, a sickening sneer on his face.

Jimin could obviously sense the tension, since he was looking back and forth between the two men with a concerned look on his face. The woman, however, was oblivious to everything, sipping from her drink Jimin had just placed in front of her while she rubbed against Kun’s arm.

Jungkook’s jaw was set as he stopped in front of the bar, crossing his arms. He wanted nothing more than to wipe that stupid smirk off Kun’s face.

“Why are you here,” Jungkook’s tone was cold. He was absentmindedly drumming his fingertips against his bicep as he kept his arms crossed. Jimin had moved on to take care of another patron since it was a busy night, but he was still watching the ordeal out of the corner of his eye.

“What, can’t a man enjoy a drink with a pretty woman on his arm?” Kun took a sip from his companion’s glass since he still didn’t have a drink yet, and she pouted but didn’t say anything.

Jungkook shook his head before running a hand through his hair. “What the fuck, dude, why are you here? Your wedding is tomorrow-”

Kun held a hand up to stop Jungkook mid-sentence; Jungkook noticed that his engagement ring was nowhere to be seen. “Correction: it was tomorrow. Wedding’s off.”

Jungkook gulped, and as much as he hated himself in the moment for it, that spark of hope started rising once more in the back of his mind. But he didn’t need to focus on that.

He needed to first figure out what the fuck was going on and if you were alright. Which, he assumed, you probably weren’t and that didn’t sit well with him at all.

“Talk to me, something must have happened-”

Kun groaned as he interrupted Jungkook again. “Give me a break, Jeon. You know good and damn well why I broke it off.”

Jungkook’s brows furrowed, clearly confused and more worried now.

When he didn’t answer, Kun huffed and turned the stool so he was directly in front of Jungkook now. He leaned over the bar to get close to his face. Jungkook didn’t move.

Kun got closer still, until he was inches away from Jungkook’s face. He stared Jungkook in the eyes before he spoke with a low tone.

“Maybe if you spent less time fucking my girl and more time focusing on your own life, I wouldn’t be in this mess, hm?”

Jungkook stumbled back a step, which resulted in Kun laughing loudly and wobbling on his stool. Jimin walked over to Jungkook and put a hand on his shoulder to steady him since he looked like he was having trouble standing still.

Jungkook was having trouble standing, breathing, doing anything in that moment.

“What,” came Jungkook’s strangled response. During their exchange, Jimin had placed a drink in front of Kun’s spot, and he was now drinking out of it with glee as he eyed Jungkook in his obvious despair.

Kun rolled his eyes and placed his drink back down a little too harshly, causing his companion by his side to flinch somewhat.

“You heard me, and don’t even try to deny it. She did the same thing and honestly, I’m not up for hearing it again.”

At the mention of you, Jungkook’s brain kicked back into gear again. He moved forward once more to where he was directly in front of Kun.

“What did you do to her,” he spoke, low enough to not disturb any other patrons, but with enough of a timbre in his voice to let Kun know he was serious. The woman beside Kun slid her stool back a little more away from the counter, but Kun didn’t even budge.

He sneered again and the sight made Jungkook feel sick. This wasn’t the man he’d been calling his best friend for several years. No, this was someone else entirely; someone Jungkook didn’t want to know.

“You’ll find out soon enough, I’m sure. I know the first chance you get you’ll be on your way to her. You’ll tell her everything will be ok,” Kun said in a mocking tone, making Jungkook’s jaw clench, “and then probably fuck her-”

“Kun, stop.” Jungkook’s command made a few patrons turn to look at him, so he cleared his throat and quieted his voice as much as he could.

“I don’t know where you got this idea, but-”

Kun leaned forward over the bar, interrupting Jungkook. Jimin saw the interaction and was quickly making his way over.

Kun balled his fist into Jungkook’s shirt to pull him closer, and Jungkook barely had enough time to steady himself against the bar.

“How’s it feel to know you ruined a marriage, Kook?” Kun asked this with pure disgust lacing his tone and Jungkook’s hand instinctively curled around the edge of the bar he was clinging onto to stop him from doing something he may regret. Or rather, stop him from doing something to cause a scene.

Jungkook faintly heard Jimin in the distance.

“Joon, Jin, we need you over here!”

“Already ahead of you,” Jungkook heard a voice approaching fast and he turned to see Namjoon followed closely behind by Seokjin.

Namjoon clapped a hand on Kun’s shoulder and turned him around in his stool. Kun let go of Jungkook’s shirt and Jimin pulled him back some so he could take a step away from the counter.

“Sir, if you can’t control your conduct, we’re going to have to ask you to leave,” Namjoon firmly stated when Kun’s attention was finally on him. Jin stood beside Namjoon with his arms crossed, looking very intimidating. A few of the nearby patrons started dispersing to other areas in the bar.

Kun snorted. “Buddy, you can ask all you want, but I’m not leaving. I’m staying as long as I want.” He tried to swivel back around to face the bar again, but Jin stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“Hm, well you see, that’s where you’re wrong. It’s not a request. You will leave if you cause any more trouble.”

Kun laughed, an ugly, loud sound that didn’t cause either Namjoon or Jin to budge. “What are you guys gonna do, kick me out?”

Namjoon smirked. “That is the nature of our jobs, yes.”

“Gold star for you for figuring that one out,” Jin added on. The woman beside Kun giggled and he gave her a sour look that shut her up as she took another sip from her drink.

Kun crossed his arms. “I’d like to see you try.”

At his words, Jin and Namjoon looked at each other and shrugged. The woman got up from her stool and Jungkook didn’t see where she went since he was too busy watching his friends work.

Namjoon grabbed one of Kun’s arms while Jin grabbed the other, both of them swiftly pulling him up from the stool so that he was standing upright. He was struggling in their arms to no avail, because as soon as they pinned both arms behind him and Jin held them both in place, Kun couldn’t put up much of a fight then.

“You lose customers this way, I hope you know that!” Kun called out loudly over his shoulder in the crowded bar, only getting the attention of a few people that moved out of the way of his escort.

“If they’re like you, we don’t want them,” Jungkook heard Jin retort, followed by Jimin’s laugh at their friend’s remark.

As Jungkook was watching everything unfold, he hadn’t thought about the fact that he still didn’t have the answers he was looking for from Kun.

“Jimin, I’ll be right back,” Jungkook called to Jimin without really stopping to see if he acknowledged him or not before he left his station and followed in the direction where he last saw Namjoon heading. He was hoping they chose the back entrance as the escort point tonight, because that would give him a better chance to talk to Kun undisturbed.

And whatever that may bring, Jungkook didn’t know, but frankly he didn’t care. His main focus was you and finding out what happened.

When Jungkook reached the back door, he saw Jin getting ready to release Kun. It was storming pretty hard outside now, and they were still standing under the metal overhang of the back door.

“Hey, uh, guys?” Jungkook called out, making all 3 heads turn to look at him.

“What’s up, Kook,” Namjoon answered, keeping a close eye on Kun since he was still restrained by Jin.

“Yeah, we’re just taking out some trash, what brings you out here?” Jin’s quip obviously irritated Kun further since he started struggling to get free again, and as much as Jungkook wanted to crack a smile at Jin’s joke, he knew now really wasn’t the time.

“Do you guys mind if I talk to him for a minute?”

All 3 heads tilted as they looked at Jungkook.

“Wasn’t he the one who just had you by the shirt?” Namjoon’s tone clearly demonstrated that he was puzzled, but Jungkook smiled in hopes to reassure him.

“Yeah, but I’ll be fine. We’re out here so I can handle myself if anything happens. Didn’t want to act up in the bar.”

Kun scoffed and Jin squeezed his arm a little tighter, making him wince. Namjoon nodded to Jin to let Kun go, so he did. Kun immediately backed away several steps, brushing off his clothes as he did so.

Namjoon started walking back into the bar with Jin following behind him. When they passed by Jungkook, Jin placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Yell if you need anything, got it?” Jin had always been like an older brother to Jungkook, always looking after him no matter the circumstance, and he was grateful for it. Jungkook nodded and Jin walked inside, shutting the door behind him.

Jungkook and Kun were the only 2 outside now, and there was a tense silence that had settled between them. The sound of rain clinking against the metal overhang and falling against the pavement was all that could be heard for a time.

“Kun,” Jungkook finally called out after a few minutes, “I need answers.”

Kun took a deep breath and sighed, looking in that moment like he’d aged several years in the span of minutes. He leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, Jungkook still poised in front of the door.

“You just couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you?” Kun’s tone was sinister, and Jungkook had never heard him sound like that before.

Jungkook frowned. “Kun, please, just explain to me-”

“For fuck’s sake, don’t you get it,” Kun all but yelled at him. Jungkook flinched and took a step back.

Another deep breath from Kun as he tried to compose himself. He was looking down when he acknowledged Jungkook next, kicking one of the loose pebbles on the pavement.

“You’ve always had everything going for you, especially when we were in school. You had the grades, the charm, everything that you needed for people to love and admire you. I had that too, but I always felt like I was a step behind you, no matter what.”

Jungkook’s frown deepened. Over the years in high school and even throughout college, he and Kun had always competed in one way or another, whether it be academically or otherwise. But he always thought it was harmless in nature and never that serious.

Apparently, he was wrong.

“It was something I thought I could handle. Until I met her,” Kun continued. Jungkook knew he had to be talking about you and he felt his chest tighten.

“Of course, you knew her before I did, so it was only fair you guys were closer. And for some reason, it infuriated me. So, I thought,” Kun trailed off, pushing himself up off the wall and squaring his shoulders as he stared Jungkook down. “I thought that maybe if I somehow managed to get the one thing you wanted more than anything in the world, I’d finally win at something.”

Jungkook felt like the world was tilting. He couldn’t properly register that Kun was slowly advancing toward him as he leaned his back against the door.

“I saw an opportunity and I took it, something you should’ve done years ago but for whatever reason, you were too scared to.” Kun laughed, the sound almost making Jungkook feel sick. “God, even an idiot could tell how much you two liked each other.”

“Stop,” Jungkook mumbled.

Kun shook his head, taking another step toward Jungkook. “I won’t stop because you need to hear this. You need to hear all about how I finally beat you at something.”

It was Jungkook’s turn to shake his head. “I can’t believe what I’m hearing right now.”

Kun cackled. “Oh, believe it, because it’s true. This whole time, after all these years, I finally managed to come out on top.” He was standing right in front of Jungkook now. “At least, that’s what I thought.”

Jungkook remained silent as he watched Kun’s demeanor turn repulsive.

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you. I’ve always seen it. Even locking her down with the promise of marriage still couldn’t change the way she obviously feels about you.”

“Locking her down,” Jungkook repeated the phrase as a question, mostly to himself but Kun heard it all the same.

“Yeah, it took maybe 2 years of asking but she finally agreed. It was shortly after you got that steady girlfriend our junior year of college. The one that was crazy about you, you remember her, right?”

Jungkook gulped at the memory. He dated someone for a while a few years back, and it was a relationship that he thankfully ended before it got too far since they weren’t on the same page. But he remembered staying in it longer than he should have because he thought it was a way to get over you, something he regretted to this day.

Jungkook could admit he hadn’t always been the best person, at least as far as feelings and relationships were concerned. But he never intended to be a bad person or hurt anyone. So, every time he went through a breakup, he always felt awful, even if it was necessary because of how he felt for you.

Kun whistled lowly, bringing Jungkook out of his thoughts. “Now she was a piece of work. Still don’t know why you broke it off in the first place, I’d have loved to have at least one night with her-”

Jungkook’s eyes opened wide at Kun’s admission.

“What the fuck is your problem,” Jungkook growled. Kun sneered, pleased to have riled Jungkook up.

“Ooh, did I hit a nerve? Don’t like me talking about old flames?”

“No, what pisses me off is you talking like that as if you aren’t about to marry someone else,” Jungkook had started to raise his voice, feeling his composure slipping fast as more words tumbled out of Kun’s mouth.

Kun hummed. “Hm, well that’s the thing: I’m not about to marry someone. Thank God for that too, although she’s taking it so much worse than I am-”

Jungkook balled his fists into Kun’s shirt and lifted him up off the ground slightly.

“Are you fucking crazy,” Jungkook asked, his fists tightening in Kun’s shirt as he watched Kun’s smile grow wider.

“Y/N has sacrificed so much for you, and you threw it all away for what? Some petty competition bullshit?” Jungkook’s voice was shaking with anger, but it didn’t faze Kun in the slightest.

“Even I have my limit, Kook. Standing idly by while you fuck my fiancé wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time either-”

Jungkook shook Kun then, and Kun brought his hands up to wrap them around Jungkook’s wrists.

“I never slept with Y/N, why can’t you understand that?” Jungkook was almost yelling at this point, so he attempted to control his volume. Despite how he felt, he was still at work, and he didn’t need to cause a bigger scene than he already had.

Kun laughed in his face. “You genuinely expect me to believe that?”

“Yes, because it’s true!” More laughter from Kun, and Jungkook was grinding his teeth together now.

“Ok, sure. I’ll humor you. Even if you hadn’t done anything, what’s done is done now. The wedding is off and I’m a free man to do whatever the fuck I please again.” He paused for a second before grinning, a sight that made Jungkook feel sick. “Not like I haven’t been doing what – or who – I want this whole time.”

Jungkook whirled around and shoved Kun up against the door, knocking the breath out of him.

“You’re twisted! You don’t deserve Y/N and you never did. I can’t fucking believe you, Kun,” Jungkook yelled as he shoved him against the door harder, making him cough. He pulled back somewhat so Kun could respond, even though he couldn’t care less about whatever else he had to say at this point. Their entire friendship has dissolved in a matter of seconds, and Jungkook, frankly, didn’t give a fuck.

What he cared about was finding you and making sure you were ok. He had to, and soon.

“Oh, please,” Kun wheezed when he finally caught his breath. Jungkook could barely hear him over the loud sounds of the rain splashing against the pavement and the booming thunder overheard.

“She never deserved me. She should be fucking grateful I even looked at her, let alone asked her out.”

Jungkook froze. Kun noticed, that sickening sneer once again at home on his face.

“Oh? Nothing to say because you agree with me?”

Jungkook had looked down and shut his eyes, clenching his jaw as he tried to breathe. Kun took advantage of this moment to free himself from Jungkook’s grasp. Before he could land any kind of hit on Jungkook, however, he dodged and Kun was sent falling forward, flailing the whole way down. He landed face first on the wet pavement, no longer covered by the overhang.

Jungkook was about to walk over and continue what he started when he felt a strong hand pulling him back. He looked over his shoulder to see Jimin’s concerned face staring at him.

“Jimin, what are you-”

“Yoongi told me. Go to her, Jungkook.” He pushed Jungkook forward a bit, as if to explain to him the urgency of the situation, even though Jungkook was very well aware.

“But what about work-”

“We called Hoseok, he’s able to cover for you. You’ll just have to cover for him someday soon to make up for it.” Jimin smiled and Jungkook felt like he could cry at how thoughtful his friends and co-workers were. They were always so supportive in every way possible, and he couldn’t ask for better friends.

Especially now when his ‘best friend’ turned out to be such a horrible person.

Jungkook looked at Kun out of the corner of his eye, still struggling to get up but falling back down every time he would slip from the water.

“What about him,” Jungkook nodded his head in the direction of Kun. Jimin looked behind him and rolled his eyes at the sight.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll take care of him. You,” Jimin stepped aside, pushing Jungkook in the direction of the door this time, “need to get going.”

Jungkook gave Jimin a grateful look as he pushed him through the doorway. He spared one last glance back at Jimin as the door was closing, just in time to see him pulling Kun up off of the ground before decking him really hard in the face. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he made his way to Yoongi’s office.

When he got there, the door was already opened. “Hey, Yoongs-”

Jungkook was surprised to see something flying toward him, and thanks to his lightening fast reflexes he caught it without issue. When he opened his hand, he saw that Yoongi had just tossed him his keys.

“I know,” he heard Yoongi say. He spotted him sitting behind his desk, a lopsided smile on his face. “Go already, what are you waiting for?”

Jungkook grinned at Yoongi and nodded appreciatively before running back outside. He ran past the trio of Jimin, Jin, and Namjoon as they took care of Kun, not even bothering to stop and see what all was happening. He ran as fast as he could to his car before he got in and turned it on, speeding out of the parking lot a little faster than was recommended.

He didn’t know where you were, Kun never told him – not that he expected Kun would have anyway – but he figured you were probably at home. His grip around the wheel tightened as he thought about you, heartbroken and alone in the middle of a storm.

“I’m on my way,” Jungkook said aloud in the empty car, his mind now solely focused on you and nothing else. “I’m coming for you, just wait for me.”

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You clawed away at the material of your dress as you stared at yourself in the mirror. Heavy sobs wracked through your body, muffled by the sounds of the thunder outside.

You started tearing off the intricate beaded design around the waist, determined to destroy as much of the dress as you could. You were working on the parts that coincided with areas of you that Kun liked the most: your waist, your chest, and your thighs. 

In all the years the two of you had been together, whenever he would (rarely) compliment you, it would be about one of those parts of you. The thought of him made your stomach churn as you realized the hands that touched you had also been touching someone else.

The beads fell to the floor as you ripped apart the sash with a loud cry. You tore the fabric that bunched around your thighs, no longer able to distinguish between the loud rips and the heavy rain pounding against your bedroom window.

Clenching the fabric in your hands, you let out a small scream as the power went out, and it surprised you more than it scared you. The lightning flashes outside would light up the room enough for you to see where you were going. You sank even further down on your knees in front of the mirror and wrapped your arms around yourself. 

Your sobbing wouldn’t subside, no matter what you tried. All you could think about was the years you’d wasted with someone who truly didn’t love you. All those years you were lied to, and to find out the day before you were actually supposed to marry this person...

Better late than never, right?

You pulled your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them, laying your head on top of them as you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt your heart constrict when the vision that greeted you was of a smiling blue-haired boy, the one who always took your breath away.

Jungkook had never hurt you, at least not intentionally. And if he did hurt you, he always apologized as soon as he realized what happened, and you’d always done the same with him. If you ever fought, it was about something serious and was always resolved before either of you left, because neither one of you would ever leave mad.

Jungkook always knew what was up with you. He knew exactly what you were feeling and how to help with it if necessary; the most recent (and your favorite) thing he had started doing was take your hand in his whenever he noticed you starting to become anxious or upset. The vision of his tattooed hand intertwined with yours made your heartbeat quicken and your sobs worsen.

You were so in love with your best friend and you just realized the severity of it the day before you were supposed to marry someone else.

Of course, you’d known for a long time that you loved Jungkook. And you watched painfully as over the years, he had different girlfriends come and go, but you were always there to pick up the pieces for him whenever a breakup would affect him badly. You were his shoulder to cry on, the person he trusted most in the world, the only one he ever let see him cry. 

You were his person. And you had been engaged to someone else.

There had even been a time where you thought Jungkook might fight for you, and the memory made you smile, despite how it ended. It was within the first year of  yours and Kun’s relationship that the two of them started arguing – jokingly, at first – about what your favorite food was during a game night at your apartment. Jungkook, of course, got it right, and your then boyfriend was adamant that he knew you better than anyone.

Jungkook’s words are still to this day ones you’ll never forget. You can remember clearly how he looked at you before turning to Kun, squaring his shoulders as he said “If I know her better than you do, then maybe you don’t deserve her.”

This was around the time when you realized your crush you’d always had on Jungkook might be something more, but Kun’s furious face made you push that thought away immediately. 

“If I don’t deserve her, then who does,” was his seething response. Jungkook just stared him down from across the table, and you wished with everything you had that he would say something, say anything, instead of sit there in silence.

But he didn’t. All he did was start eating his food, the atmosphere of the room was thick with tension and your appetite had disappeared for multiple reasons.

One, because you were here with your boyfriend sitting on one side of you while the man you desperately wanted to be with sat on the other. And two, you were reminded yet again that the man you wanted to be with didn’t feel the way you did, which hurt even worse.

A loud clap of thunder made you jump, and you looked at your tear-stained face in the mirror, feeling so helpless.

You thought you heard knocking coming from somewhere in the house, but you chalked it up to your imagination or something being whisked around outside in the stormy turmoil. Frankly, you didn’t care either way.

Or at least, you didn’t until you heard him.

“Y/N,” you heard someone shouting your name over the thunder. You lifted your head up at the sound, wondering if again your mind was just playing tricks on you. But as you continued to listen, it sounded like someone was running toward your bedroom. You stared at the door, waiting for it to open.

When it did, the sight was one you didn’t expect, and it left you gasping.

Jungkook stood in the doorway, looking around frantically for you when he couldn’t immediately spot you in the dark room. He pushed a hand through his soaked hair, wiping it out of his face as he scanned the room. When his eyes took in your pitiful appearance, he rushed over and knelt down beside you.

“Y/N,” he said softly, reaching out to gently shake your shoulder. You looked up at him and started sobbing even harder as you wrapped your arms around him the best you could, crying into his chest. He cradled the back of your head with one hand, and he secured his other arm around you, holding you while your body shook with more sobs.

“Jungkook,” you called out meekly, prompting him to hold you even closer.

“Shh, I’m here, don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he whispered reassurances into your hair as he patted the back of your head.

“How did you know where I was? You came to find me?” At your questions, Jungkook pulled back and tilted your chin so you would look up at him. You watched as some water droplets slid down his face from his hair, thinking he probably looked a lot like you now but for a different reason.

“Of course I came to find you,” Jungkook said softly as he wiped a tear from your face, his voice almost completely masked by the ferocious roar of thunder outside. “I always will.”

He spoke with so much sincerity and for a moment you forgot about what was happening. You forgot that your marriage was over and that the man you supposedly loved had been cheating on you for who knows how long.

You forgot about everything else except the man in front of you now, the one you truly loved.

Jungkook looked down and noticed the fabric that was still draped across you, detached from the rest of your dress. He gave you a once-over in the faint light that now filtered through the window from the moonlight pouring in. He frowned as he gently ran his hand across the fabric hanging loosely off to the side.

“Y/N,” he started, “what happened?”

You gave him a defeated smile, and the look that he gave you in return threatened to break your heart even more.

If that was possible at this point.

“Kun and I had a fight, and I don’t think we’re getting married anymore.” The words didn’t feel real as they fell from your mouth; your tone of voice sounded like you were discussing something simple like your plans for the night, not a life-changing event that left you feeling broken.

Jungkook’s expression softened, and he hugged you to him once more, your head now resting against his shoulder.

As he ran his fingers through your hair, he mumbled a soft “I know,” so soft you almost didn’t hear it.

“What do you mean,” all of your energy was gone so you weren’t sure if he heard you over the cacophony of noises outside.

You heard him sigh, feeling the movement of his shoulders as they went up and then down. “I ran into Kun at the bar.”

At the mention of Kun’s name you flinched, making Jungkook hold you tighter. He continued, sounding strained as he did.

“He told me all about what happened, about him cheating and basically calling the wedding off.” Jungkook pulled back so he could look at your face again.

“When he told me how he left you here, all alone, I rushed over. I couldn’t bear the thought of you feeling that way,” he got quieter at the end, and you could’ve sworn you saw his gaze drift to your lips for a second.

But it was still mostly dark in the room, and you were emotionally spent, so maybe it was just wishful thinking.

You tried to give him a genuine smile, ignoring how your heart constricted when you stared into his big, expressive eyes. The ones that haunted many of your daydreams and filtered through your conscious while you slept.

“I can always count on you. My hero,” you said quietly as you laid your head against his shoulder again.

He chuckled softly as he laid his head on top of yours. “Not really much of a hero if you ask me. I couldn’t protect you from something causing you so much pain.”

You wrapped yours arms around him to pull him closer to you, taking in his scent that you were so familiar with. It was a calming scent that wasn’t too overwhelming, and it somehow always reminded you of home.

Because Jungkook was your home.

You stayed like that, nestled safely in Jungkook’s arms, listening to the rain as it tapped against the window for a few minutes before you spoke again.

“If only I’d never gotten that letter,” you mumbled. You weren’t expecting a response, since you weren’t really saying it to Jungkook, but you felt him flinch.

“Y/N,” you could hear the confusion clear as day in his voice, “what are you talking about?”

It dawned on you then that you’d never mentioned the letter to Jungkook, mostly because Kun specifically asked you to keep it between you and him. You figured, though, that since your relationship had pretty much evaporated overnight, telling Jungkook now wouldn’t hurt anything.

“I got a letter, years ago, right before Kun and I started dating,” your head was still resting against Jungkook’s shoulder, and he hadn’t moved once since you started speaking.

“It was a love letter, and he told me he wrote it which is how we ended up dating in the first place,” you scoffed at the memory; maybe if you had put a little more thought into it when Kun first asked you out, you wouldn’t be in this situation now.

Still no response from Jungkook, who had gone eerily still. You continued.

“I can still remember exactly what it said despite not looking at it in years, because 18-year-old me thought those were the prettiest words I’d ever read.” You stopped for a moment as you felt tears welling up, wondering where everything went wrong and how someone who wrote those beautiful words could betray in such a way.

You took a deep breath, shaking with the effort, feeling Jungkook’s arms still wound tightly around you.

“There was a poem it started with,” you felt Jungkook go even more rigid once you started reciting words from the letter. “‘You are the sunlight that rose again in my life, I don’t know what these emotions are-‘”

“‘No matter who shakes the world, don’t let go of my hand. Please don’t wake me up from this dream.’”

You gasped when you heard Jungkook reciting the rest of the poem, shocked enough to pull back and look at his face, ready to ask him if that was your imagination. The broken smile he greeted you with was enough of an answer for you.

“Jungkook, how did you…,” you trailed off, not really sure how to ask what you wanted to know. You were focusing on the fact that your heart was racing so fast right now, almost like it was threatening to burst from your ribcage.

He gave you a shy smile this time as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. He caressed the side of your face, and you instinctively leaned into his touch.

“All these years,” he spoke quietly, and the storm had subsided enough outside so that you could hear him without much difficulty. “All these years I thought you never got my letter.”

Your breath got caught in your throat at his confession, causing tears to fall once more. But Jungkook was there to catch them, rubbing his thumbs across your cheekbones to gently wipe them away.

“Jungkook, I’m so sorry,” you started sobbing again, hard enough that you thought you might fall over so you reached up to grab onto his arms to steady yourself. You realized all at once that the last 6 years of your life had been nothing but lies and the thought was enough to shake you to your core.

“If I’d have known,” you hiccupped, your sobs coming out more frequent now as Jungkook tried to calm you, “I never would have- I promise you that I-”

“Hey, hey, shh it’s ok,” Jungkook’s gentle shushing helped you to take a breath, something you hadn’t done since you’d started crying again.

“I should’ve tried harder to find out the truth, I should’ve pushed harder for answers from Kun when he spoke to me that day at the diner. But I truly thought that was what you wanted, that he was who you wanted.” He sounded drained, as if carrying this secret the last several years had taken a massive toll on him, and honestly you were sure it probably did in some way.

You shook your head at him as best you could with him still cradling your face. “I only said yes to Kun because I thought that- I thought that you didn’t feel the same way.”

Jungkook’s lips quirked upward. “And I thought the same for you. I guess we were both just clueless teenagers, huh?”

You laughed at that, the sound making Jungkook’s smile widen in the faint moonlight that was still spilling into the room. The sounds outside now were mostly the wind as it flittered around the trees, shaking limbs in its wake.

You looked up at Jungkook now and noticed him staring down at you, a soft expression in his eyes. He was still gently wiping away the last few tears that had escaped, and in this moment, you wanted only one thing: you wanted him to stay. You wanted him to stay now, to stay forever.

But after all these years of you being with someone else, would his feelings still be the same?

“Koo,” you spoke his name. He gulped slightly and nodded, ready to hear whatever it is you had to say.

You bit your lip. “Please stay? Here, with me?”

Jungkook’s face broke out into a smile wide enough that you could’ve sworn his dimples would’ve been showing if there was enough light in the room to see.

“Do you even have to ask,” he responded quietly as he brushed his thumbs across your cheekbones once more. “Of course I’ll stay.”

His gaze drifted down to your lips again, and as he moved closer, you held your breath.

“I’ll never leave you, no matter what,” he spoke even quieter, moving closer until you could feel his lips hovering above yours. It was almost as if he was asking for permission, and right now there was nothing more that you wanted.

You tucked a strand of his blue locks behind his ear, moving closer on your own, giving him a silent plea. He grinned and finally moved the last little bit to connect your lips with his own.

It was like a fairytale moment; one you’d never experienced before in your life and one you thought you’d never get to experience. Everything about kissing Jungkook felt right and made you feel whole again. It started slowly at first, as if you both were afraid and testing the waters. But as your lips moved in sync with each other, the kiss got more heated and you wound your arms around his neck to pull him closer. He was leaning over you now, one arm around your waist, nestled between you and the floor you were nearly laying on.

The two of you stayed like that, relishing the moment that had been building up between the two of you for so many years, despite neither of you realizing that you both were longing for each other in the same way. You made a small noise in the back of your throat when you felt Jungkook gently bite down on your bottom lip, causing you to feel as though a fire had ignited in your body and was threatening to consume you.

When Jungkook finally pulled away, he pressed his forehead against yours, eyes closed as you both were trying to catch your breath.

“It’s always been you, Y/N,” Jungkook spoke again when he opened his eyes to look at you. They held so much emotion that you felt like you could drown in them if you looked too long. “You’re the one that I want, every second of every day. I always want you by my side and always will.” He gave you another small kiss before adding, “My heart beats for you.”

He placed one of your hands on his chest so you could feel exactly how fast his heart was beating, and you could tell its pace matched your own.

He leaned down once more, nosing along your jawline until his lips were ghosting over your throat.

“Only for you,” he finished before placing a kiss on you throat, one that had you sighing at the tenderness of it.

“Jungkook,” you called his name as he kept up his ministrations, moving down your neck to leave small kisses on your collarbone. When he sucked gently, you tugged on his hair slightly, making him grunt at the pressure.

He leaned up to look at you, pushing his hair out of his face and you swore you’d never seen someone look so attractive when doing something as small as that.

“Y/N,” Jungkook called out firmly, his unoccupied arm moving down so his hand rested against your waist, “before we keep doing – whatever this is – I need to know this is what you want.”

You sat up completely then, taking Jungkook’s face in your hands now, not missing the serious look on his face.

“Jungkook, look at me. I want you so bad, and I’ve wanted you so bad, more than anything, for as long as I can remember. I was just too scared to act on it since there were so many things left unsaid, so many things unknown.” His grip around your waist tightened at your words.

“The real question is, do you want this? Do you want me, after I’ve been with someone else all these years-”

Jungkook silenced you with a searing kiss, pulling you toward him with the arm wrapped around your waist.

“I still want you. God, I want you so bad, Y/N.” As he kissed you once more, you both heard a clicking sound in the room, and when you opened your eyes you realized that the power had turned back on, now that the worst of the storm seemed to be over.

Your bedroom light was still turned off, since it had been light enough outside before everything happened that you didn’t feel the need to turn it on. So now, the only source of light in the room was the lamp that rested on your nightstand. It emitted enough light to illuminate the room so that you could finally see Jungkook in front of you in all his handsome glory.

And he could see you, too; you felt a blush rise to your cheeks as he beamed at you like you were the only other person in the world.

“Well, I don’t think that could have been timed any better,” Jungkook piped up, making you giggle as you pulled him closer. You brought his mouth down to yours once more, hoping he could feel all the love and passion you had for him through an act as simple yet breathtaking as this.

He gripped the fabric of your dress when you deepened the kiss on your own, and the sound he made almost drove you crazy. He pulled away then, and you watched as his gaze drifted down to the now detached piece of fabric resting in his hand.

He was looking at it with wide, worried eyes. “Oh shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Koo, relax, you didn’t do anything.” You brushed some of his hair out of his face, admiring how the blue strands looked so beautiful in the dim lighting of the room, fluffy and framing his face perfectly.

“But it…the fabric just fell off, then?” His confusion made you laugh so you decided to spare him anymore worry and explained to him what had happened.

“No,” you answered somewhat timidly. “I was tearing apart my dress before you got here.”

Jungkook frowned, running his hand over the parts of your dress still intact. “But why would you do that?”

You looked down at his hand resting on top of the bunched-up fabric, before you answered just above a whisper.

“Because I wasn’t wearing it for you.”

You felt the shift in the atmosphere as you watched Jungkook’s eyes widen even more, and before you could react, he scooped you up into his arms, kissing you with so much ferocity as his hand cradled the back of your head. You could feel your chest melded against his own, and the close proximity made you feel dizzy.

“Fuck, you have no idea what that just did to me,” Jungkook responded breathily when he pulled away so he could look at you again. “Like holy shit, I didn’t know words could have an effect on me like that.”

“That’s funny, because the things you say sometimes have been affecting me for years now.”

“Really,” Jungkook grinned mischievously. “Like what? Enlighten me, angel.”

Jungkook started placing kisses along your jawline, making your breathing come out more stuttered as you thought of an answer.

“For starters – fuck,” you broke off when he started laving his tongue along your collarbone, “when you call me things like that.”

“Oh?” You rolled your eyes playfully at Jungkook’s amused tone, squealing a little when he shifted you so that you were straddling his lap now, both of you still seated in front of the mirror. “You like it when I call you angel?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your hands in between his shoulder blades in an attempt to bring him closer.

“Yes, I love it when you- when you call me things that make me feel special. It’s always done something to me, but I could never act on it before.” You didn’t realize you had closed your eyes again until you felt Jungkook gently nip at your bottom lip.

“Open your eyes, baby, I wanna see you.” The new pet name caused another wave of arousal to wash over you, and you absentmindedly started moving your hips. Jungkook let out a strained moan underneath you.

“Fuck, I can’t believe this is happening right now,” he sounded breathless as he guided your hips forward more, resting his forehead against your shoulder. He made the prettiest sounds and you wanted to hear more from him, so you took a page from his own book and started placing kisses along the parts of his neck that you could reach from your current angle.

His hands tightened around your waist, and even through the multiple layers of clothing separating you both, you could still feel him growing hard underneath you. You put more effort behind your next movement and he let out a gasp.

“Shit, Y/N,” Jungkook leaned his head back, his brows knitted in the most beautiful way as he succumbed to the pleasure. “You feel so good on top of me, it’s better than I imagined-”

It was your turn to respond with a snarky quip. “Oh, so you’ve imagined this before, huh?”

At your challenging tone, you watched as the look in his eyes darkened, a smirk overtaking his beautiful face.

He thrusted upward, nearly knocking you back with the force of it, but you still felt it. You felt him, and you were starting to realize just how wet you were for him. You were so aroused embarrassingly fast, but yet he was too, so you didn’t feel too bad about it.

“I’ve imagined having you in so many ways, you have no idea, angel.”

You moaned at his words, but he wasn’t ready to stop there. You felt him unwrap your arms from around him and he pulled you up off the floor with him before you could question it, kissing you the moment you were steady on your feet.

“You know,” he said as he ran his hands up and down your sides, clutching the fabric of your dress tightly in his fists. “If you’re so insistent on ripping up your dress-”

He leaned down so he could speak right beside your ear, capturing your earlobe with his teeth. “-at least let me be the one to rip it off of you.”

He was asking again for permission and you honestly would probably let Jungkook do whatever he wanted at this point, because you trusted him that much. You nodded and placed his hands higher on your waist where the fabric was already ripped and watched as he grinned.

He tore a large part of the fabric off, his strength proving to be much more efficient than yours in the task at hand. The loud riiiiiippp was such a pleasant sound, and you couldn’t wait to hear more of it. You let Jungkook continue tearing apart your dress – and he did so eagerly, which made you laugh – and when he finally had all but the bodice and your panties off of you, he stood back for a moment to admire his handiwork.

Jungkook, with his mouth hanging open slightly, was looking you up and down with such an awe-struck expression that you almost felt the need to hide. You shyly crossed one of your legs over the other, as if that would do anything. When he saw what you were doing, he took your hands in his.

“Y/N, please don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. And I mean that.” His gaze was searching your own, trying to find any hints of uncertainty lying behind your eyes.

You knew he would stop the moment you asked him to, if you did. He wouldn’t hesitate, wouldn’t question it.

But you didn’t want him to stop. So, you uncrossed your legs and placed his hands back on your waist. He took that as a positive sign, leaning down to kiss you again, moaning into your mouth when he felt you press your body up against his.

“Can I touch you,” he asked softly in between kisses.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t,” you teased him, feeling him smile against your lips. His hands moved around your backside to cup your ass, and when he squeezed you heard him let out a grunt.

“Fuck, your body is amazing, all of you is amazing.” He was getting worked up more now, and you brought his hands forward so he could grope your breasts as well, the action of you taking control clearly doing something to him.

“I’m glad you’re having a good time,” you giggled as he stared at you, caressing your breasts like he’d never touched something so delicate before.

“Are you kidding, I’m having the best fucking time.” His answer made you laugh harder, and for the first time since all this started, your gaze drifted down to your hand that was resting against his chest.

Your hand that still had your engagement ring on it.

Jungkook noticed your sudden shift in mood as he followed your eyesight to see what you were staring at. You tried to bring your hand down and out of sight quickly, but he saw it before you could.

Without a word, and while looking into your eyes the whole time, he took your hand into both of his. You weren’t sure what he was doing until you felt him slide the ring off your finger before he tossed it into one of the dark corners of the room.

He gently brought your hand up to his mouth then, still not breaking eye contact, as he kissed the area where your ring had been resting on your finger.

“I promise I’ll get you a better one,” he mumbled softly into your skin as he looked at where he had just placed the kiss before he closed your hand and let it rest against his chest once more.

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear that or not, but you couldn’t stop yourself from what you said next:

“Do you really mean it?”

Your question took him off guard, as he raked a hand through his hair and was obviously flustered. You smiled at him trying to save face.

“I, uh- do you…do you want me to mean it?” He gulped while he waited for you to answer.

“Maybe,” you grinned, holding his face so you could lean up and kiss him. You felt him smile into it again.

“Then maybe I do mean it. Guess we’ll have to see, huh? For now, though,” he picked you up – bridal style, ironically enough – and you had barely enough time to wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself. You knew he wouldn’t let you fall either way though, and he carried you as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

“This bed over here looks a lot comfier than the floor.” He walked the both of you over to the bed before he gently laid you down on it, hovering over you as he held himself up with one hand.

He looked down at you, brushing some of your hair out of your face. It was falling around you now, and it probably looked a lot like a halo, which was fitting given Jungkook’s new name for you.

“I really do mean it when I say you’re beautiful. Every single part of you,” he brushed his nose against yours before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“From your face, to your neck,” he kissed your lips briefly before moving to your jaw and down your neck, not leaving any expanse of skin untouched, making you sigh as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

“To your collarbones, which I’ve always, loved by the way.” The confession made your heart soar, because it was so simple yet sweet at the same time.

“Really?” You knew Jungkook wouldn’t lie to you, and you could feel him smirking against your skin.

“Absolutely. I fucking love them, the way your hair falls just above them when you wear it down, and the way some of your clothes accentuate them with how they’re fashioned. I never knew a part of someone’s body could drive me crazy, but here we are,” he sucked gently at first, before doing it a little more harshly against the skin right above the collarbone he so very adored. You let out a whimper at the feeling, and Jungkook chuckled.

“Hmm,” he hummed, running his tongue over the mark he just created. “It seems you like that.” He continued kissing down your chest. “I can’t wait to take my time finding out all the things that make you feel good.”

When he made it to your breasts, he placed his hands on top of the bodice before looking up at you. His eyes were slightly hooded, and he didn’t even have to speak for you to know what he was asking.

You motioned for him to move back a little bit so you could sit up, unfastening the back of your dress so you could remove the remaining part of it that still covered you. When it fell from your body, you laid back down, reaching out for Jungkook.

He happily obliged.

He poured himself over you again, continuing his way down your chest, having intertwined his tattooed hand with one of your own, the other tracing patterns along your skin. You sighed in contentment when you felt him reach the swell of your breasts.

You felt him groan as he squeezed your hand, his other coming up to cup your breast as he kissed down the valley in between them.

“Shit, Y/N, I swear every part of you is amazing. Like look at you, I’m just-” he broke off to grope your breast, tweaking your nipple as he did so which made you arch your back.

“Jungkook,” you called out, eyes screwed shut as he kept it up, surprising you when you felt his mouth wrap around your other perked bud, warm and wet. You were writhing with pleasure underneath him, and your moans seemed to be spurring him on more.

He took your nipple between his teeth and tugged gently. You gasped and reached up to grab his hair, pulling on the locks and eliciting a delicious sounding groan from him.

“You’re so sensitive, angel, fuck,” Jungkook looked up at you, licking his lips before he continued downward, placing kisses all over your stomach, the featherlight touches almost tickling you. Before he could go any further, you tugged on his shirt.

“What’s wrong,” he immediately stopped and moved back up so he could see you better, worried he’d done something wrong. The look on his face made your heart ache, but in the best way possible.

“Nothing’s wrong, I just-” you tongue darted out to lick your lips this time as you tried to find the words to voice what you wanted.

“Baby, I need you to talk to me,” Jungkook spoke, bringing your hand that he was still holding up to his lips so he could kiss it.

“I- Can you take your shirt off?” You finally managed to stammer out your request, and Jungkook had to register it before he started laughing, the laughter shaking him and in turn you because you were still underneath him.

“What, what is it,” you whined, pouting because he was teasing you. He finally calmed down from the laughing fit and looked at you with the brightest smile on his face. He placed a small kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Nothing, you’re just fucking adorable, you know that?” He shook his head, still chuckling as he leaned up so he was resting on his haunches. “You got embarrassed asking me to take my clothes off, and I find it funny considering I literally just had part of you in my mouth-”

“Ok, I get it!” You hid your face behind your hands, earning another laugh from Jungkook. He pulled your hands away gently, smiling at you with so much love and adoration.

“None of that, now. You don’t have to be embarrassed around me.” When he was finally satisfied with you taking your hands away from your face, and he was sure you wouldn’t try to hide yourself again, you watched as his hands moved down to the hem of his shirt.

He smirked at you then, pulling his black shirt up slowly, letting you get a view of his muscular torso, the sight making you squirm underneath him all over again.

When he finally tugged the shirt off over his head, he raked his hands through his hair, leaning his head back with the motion. You saw the way the muscles in his neck flexed with the action, watching his tattooed forearm move through his blue tresses, and you could feel yourself getting so much wetter every second-

“Like what you see, angel?” Jungkook teased you again, making you shift your eyes that had been glued to his arms up to his face now. He was wearing the biggest grin and you couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed.

“Of course I do, you’re fucking hot, Jungkook. Have you seen yourself? Like seriously, how do you have a body like that and luscious, fluffy hair, and a flawless face? I don’t-” Jungkook cut you off with a kiss so fierce it made you forget your entire train of thought.

“Keep that up, angel, and I’m gonna have a hard time taking this slow,” he growled, panting as he pulled away. “I wanna take my time but fuck you are driving me crazy just laying here, so when you start saying things like that-” another heated kiss “-it makes me want to wreck you.”

The words shot straight down to your core, but Jungkook continued as he nosed along your jawline “Only if you want that too of course, and I really hope you do.”

“Kook, I swear, do you not feel how wet I already am for you?”

Jungkook gave you a devious smile. Oh no.

He reached down to rub your clit through the fabric of your soaked panties, and you had to bite your lip to keep from moaning too loudly at the sensation.

“Funny you should ask that, because I was just beginning to think it was time I continue my journey,” he settled himself in between your legs again as he resumed kissing downward, until you felt him right above your panties. He placed a kiss on your clit over the fabric, tonguing it afterwards just to see you arch your back.

“Hmm,” he hummed against you and you could feel the vibration of it, “I think these might give me a bit of trouble though, what do you think, angel? Should we get rid of them?”

He was rubbing slow, agonizing circles around your clit while he waited on your answer, the pleasure clouding your mind as your moans started to increase in pitch. “Jungkook, please.”

“That’s my girl,” he said softly, teasing tone now gone as he gently slid your panties down your legs, taking them off once they were situated at your ankles. You were now completely laid bare for him, and for the first time in your life, you didn’t feel the need to hide. There was no urge to cover up, because Jungkook was placing gentle kisses along the inside of your thighs, kisses that said ‘I’ll take care of you.’

You watched as he slid further down the bed, nestling himself between your legs, his mouth inches away from you as he stared up at you.

He had an intense look in his eyes, his blue hair dusting over them slightly. He ghosted his lips along the outer part of your clit, the barely-there sensation being enough to draw a broken moan out of you. He smiled and the sight of him smiling like that in between your legs-

-it was enough to nearly drive you over the edge.

“God, I can’t wait to taste you,” Jungkook said as he placed a gentle kiss there, one that had you reeling in your place on the bed. “I bet you taste so fucking sweet.”

You chanced looking down at him again, the sinful sight just as impactful as before as you watched him bite his lips as he focused on you.

“Have I ever told you-,”you were panting and it took all your strength to not look away when his gaze shifted to you again, his cheek resting against your thigh while he waited for you to finish talking. His tattooed arm was resting on your other thigh, but you forced yourself not to focus on that right now.

“Have I ever told you how much I love the color blue?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised as he understood your statement and that devious grin returned.

“No, I don’t think you ever have,” he squeezed your thigh as he ran his other hand through his hair.

“Well, I do. And I think the color suits you. Like, a lot.”

His tongue darted out to lick his lips, his grip around your thigh tightening. “Yeah, so you like it then?”

“I love it,” you answered honestly. “So much.”

“Is that so? Well, angel,” Jungkook surprised you as he moved to place both your legs over his shoulders, one of his hands coming around to grab your own as he placed it on top of his head. He snaked his arms under your thighs so he could wrap them around to pull them apart, looking up at you once more.

“Show me how much.”

Jungkook dove in without another moment’s hesitation, and the sensation of his tongue caused you to open your mouth in a silent scream. He swiped his tongue through your folds and slowly thrusted it inside of you, building up a steady pace that had you quivering in his hold.

“Jungkook, fuck, please-” your plea was cut off by his sudden change in pace as he sucked on your clit, gently grazing it with his teeth. He was testing the waters to see what you liked and what you didn’t like - but so far everything was threatening to send you over the edge much quicker than you wanted it to.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned, the sound loud and guttural. “Love having your legs wrapped around me like this.”

Your hand in his hair tightened, and he moaned before pulling away, eyes closed and brows furrowed.

He was breathing heavy, and you saw his mouth was glistening with your arousal, eyes dark as he stared up at you. He unwrapped his arms from around you and started pulling his hair up.

All you could think was ‘oh fuck.’

“Hold my hair, angel,” he commanded, moving your hand so you could gather up his hair tight in your hold. “Don’t worry about hurting me, either; I wanna know you’re enjoying it.”

He repositioned himself in the same way he had earlier, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit before sucking on it again. Your hips bucked up and you pulled on his hair, making his grip around your thighs tighten.

You turned your head to the side, and your gaze immediately fixated on the mirror the two of you had been sitting in front of not long ago. Seeing the way his tattooed arm was snaked around your thigh, the muscles moving with the exertion of holding you down made you gush as you let out a strangled whine before focusing your attention back on the man in front of you.

Jungkook broke away to look at you then, holding your eye contact as he slowly pumped two fingers into your sopping cunt, groaning when he realized they slid in with no problem at all.

“You’re so wet, shit.” 

“God Kook, your fingers-” you breathed out, marveling at the feeling of them and how long they were, how they reached places you couldn’t and hit all the right spots.

“Yeah? How’s it feel, angel? Tell me.” He was still looking at you, his other hand holding onto your thigh with a tight grip. Some strands of hair had fallen from your grasp and were framing his face. He looked so beautiful despite doing something as sinful as finger-fucking you.

“It feels so good, please-”

Jungkook chuckled, pumping in and out of you faster as he placed a teasing kiss just above your clit. “What are you begging for, baby? You want more?”

You nodded, eyes closed and mouth hanging open while arousal flowed through your body. “Yes please, want more-”

Jungkook granted your wish as he added a third finger and attached his lips to your clit again. He flicked it fast with his tongue, matching the pace of his fingers, ripping a loud cry from your throat that echoed throughout the room. The overwhelming pleasure from both combined acts had your high approaching very fast, and you barely had enough time to say anything.

You pulled roughly on his hair without thinking this time, and it just made him go deeper. You were clenching around his fingers, and he was making sounds of his own that made your brain short circuit.

“Kook, I’m so close, please, pleas-”

Jungkook pulled your legs apart more to give him better access as he went faster now, crooking his fingers inside you just right, the last thing you needed to tip you over the edge.

“Come on, angel, cum for me.” His words sent you into your orgasm, and you watched as he stared at you with hooded eyes and tongued your cunt to help you ride it out.

“Only for you,” you breathed out, repeating his words from earlier when he confessed to you. You heard his breath hitch as he continued, making sure to lap up every bit of your release until you were whimpering from oversensitivity.

Jungkook released your thighs, placing kisses on the inside of them and rubbing them as you came down from your high. When you could finally breathe close to normal again, you looked down at him.

He looked like sin personified, hair still damp from the rain, mouth slightly agape as he tried to catch his breath, tongue darting out past his lips that were still slick with your arousal.

But when he smiled at you with so much adoration your chest ached with how much you loved him.

And you needed to show him. You needed him to know that you loved him more than anything in the world, more than anyone.

You reached out for him, motioning for him to come back up. He did as you asked, hovering over you once more and this close you could feel the heat radiating off of his skin. You brought his face down to kiss you, gently at first, relishing in the way his legs rested in between yours that were still spread, his chest brushing just above yours, and the way his mouth fit perfectly with your own.

The intimacy of the sweet moment shifted, however, when you felt Jungkook move against your thigh. And you didn’t just feel him move. You felt him.

While he was still distracted with kissing you, you reached down in between your bodies. You felt him gasp into the kiss.

“Is this ok?” You wanted to make sure before you went any further that he was still ok with everything happening, that he still wanted this. “Can I touch you?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously, and his eagerness made you giggle. “Fuck, yes, please Y/N.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You continued downward until your hand was just above the very obvious bulge in his jeans. You palmed him and he made an ‘mmph’ sound against your lips before pulling back.

“Fuuuck, that feels good,” he rested his forehead against your shoulder, trying to place kisses on your collarbone while letting out small moans that were stirring something inside of you again. 

But right now, this was all about Jungkook. 

You palmed him harder, making him grunt as he fisted the sheets beside your head. 

“Are you always this sensitive,” you wondered aloud, not expecting an answer, really, but happy when he wanted to provide you with one.

“I-I’m not - shit - but it’s you so everything’s more intense, fuck-”

Your heart leapt at hearing that at the same time your core throbbed with want again. 

As much as you loved what was happening, you wanted to go further, so you kissed his temple to try and get his attention. He turned to look at you, eyes overcast with lust.

“Koo,” you felt him harden at the nickname, which made you feel some type of way, “do you want to take your pants off?”

Jungkook gulped. “Uh- y-yeah, if it’s ok with you.”

His sudden shyness made you chuckle, and you gave him a reassuring kiss. “It’s more than ok. Come on,” you shifted so he could sit up. 

He made quick work of his jeans, discarding them with reckless abandon somewhere in the confines the room. When he was left in his boxers, you could see the outline of him straining against the fabric.

Oh. Oh.

He was much bigger than you anticipated, not that you thought he was small to begin with but-

You reached out with an awestruck expression and gently grazed your hand against the outline. Jungkook’s reaction was immediate.

A breathy moan slipped past his lips as he tilted his head back. You pulled at the hem of his boxers and waited for his approval, which he gave to you in the form of an eager nod.

“Please,” the word dropped from his lips and you wasted no time. You pulled down his boxers and when his cock sprang free, he gripped it at the base to keep it steady. You both worked to get his boxers off so that you were both now laid bare for each other.

“Oh my God, Kook, you’re-” you gulped, trying to find the right words for what you wanted to say. You couldn’t figure out anything more graceful, though, so you just went with it.

“You’re fucking huge.” 

Jungkook smirked at your outburst. “Hmm, you really think so? Is that a good thing for you, or?”

You rolled your eyes, earning another laugh from the blue-haired man you loved so much. “What do you think?”

“I think,” he said as he stroked himself slowly, looking you up and down, moaning as he did. “I think I’m not gonna last long regardless of what happens now.”

You bit your lip as you thought about it. His quiet moans did nothing except muddle your mind further. 

“What do you want?” You figured asking would be best, as you moved to straddle him. His hands immediately went to your waist, and you felt him twitch against you when he looked into your eyes.

“What I want to do,” he said as he brought you down to kiss him by the nape of your neck, gasping into the kiss when he felt you brush against his dick with the movement, “is to make love to you.”

The declaration made your heart race and another wave of arousal crashed over you.

“But only if you want to, we don’t have to-”

You cut him off with a kiss, grinding against him and loving the way he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Koo, I want to. More than anything. So please,” you leaned down, and your lips were hovering over his as you continued. “Fuck me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he pulled you flush against his chest. “God, you can’t just- if you keep saying shit like that, Y/N, my self-control will be gone.

“Then don’t hold back,” you ran your hand down his chest as you started grinding against him more. “I want you to lose it.”

Jungkook moaned loudly when you started kissing down his neck, feeling him harden even more against you. He stopped your grinding and you looked back up at his face. His eyes were dark and intense, and you felt him drum his fingers along your spine.

“Be careful what you wish for, angel.”

Jungkook flipped the both of you over so that he was on top of you again, spreading your legs so that he could get in between them. He sat back, running his hands through his hair, gripping his cock at the base with his other hand. You watched his ab muscles flex with all of his movement, and you whimpered as you felt more wetness dripping from you.

Jungkook lined himself up with you, watching your face for any change in expression or any kind of reaction. He slowly pushed inch by inch, waiting for you to adjust to his size. Your mouth opened but no sound came out as you felt him stretching you more than you’d ever been stretched before. There was some pain, but mostly the feeling of being so full made you crave more.

Jungkook ran his hands up and down your thighs, waiting. You could tell from his posture that he was trying really hard not to move, and that made you feel warm all over.

“How you doing,” he asked, moaning when he pushed in a little deeper.

“I’m fine, Koo. You can keep going.”

“Ok, just tell me if I hurt you-”

“I’ll let you know, I promise.” You wiggled some from your place underneath him to try and coax him to go further.

You saw him gulp and nod before he pushed in more than he had this whole time, nearly bottomed out at this point.

“So tight, fuck-” Jungkook tilted his head back and you watched as his jaw clenched before he swallowed. He finally bottomed out a moment later, and the sounds you both made mingled with each other.

“I’ll take it slow to start, ok?” You gave him a nod and he pulled out almost all the way before slowing thrusting back in. He grunted with the movement, and you were starting to get worked up again just listening to him.

“Hey, Koo?”

“Y-yeah?” He was looking down, focusing on going slowly, watching as he disappeared inside of you. His want to be careful made you smile to yourself.

“Can you come closer?” You opened your arms for him, and he maneuvered so that he was pouring over you now, chests brushing each other. He was still thrusting in and out of you slowly as he started to pick up his pace.

He leaned down to kiss you, and you took advantage of this moment to wrap your arms around his neck. You clenched around him and he broke the kiss a moment later.

“Fuck, oh my God, don’t do that,” he was breathing hard as he increased his speed little by little. You wanted more, so the next thing you said, you made sure to say it right by his ear.

“Koo, you don’t have to hold back,” you told him as you clenched around him again, making him curse. You gently bit down on his earlobe before you continued:

“Wreck me like you said you wanted to.”

That was all he needed to hear.

Jungkook pulled out of you, but only for a moment so that he could push your knees up to your chest. When he had you in the position he wanted you in, he lined his tip up at your entrance.

“Your wish is my command,” was all he said before he slammed into you hard.

You had no time to react before he set a pace that had you seeing stars. The sounds you were making were much more frequent and louder than before, mixed with the sounds slipping from Jungkook as well.

“Baby, you feel so good around me, taking me so well. I can’t tell you-” Jungkook broke off to let out a loud moan at a particularly harsh thrust, “shit, can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of this moment.”

He wrapped your legs around him so that he could get closer and go deeper, the change in angle had you arching your back as you grabbed the bedsheets.

“Me too,” you answered breathlessly.

“And not just this,” Jungkook continued, placing a kiss on your chest before he captured a nipple in his mouth, tugging on it gently and making you shudder in his hold. “I’ve dreamt about everything with you.”

You opened your eyes to look down at him as he continued peppering your chest with kisses, picking up his pace once more.

“So many things,” Jungkook grunted, “that I’ve wanted to experience with you that I never got to.”

“I know, me too,” you repeated because you were having trouble forming words but you meant it all the same. Trying to focus on what Jungkook was saying while he was fucking you was hard enough on its own.

“And I almost had to watch you get married to someone else…God, Y/N, that was killing me.” You could hear the sadness in his voice as he mentioned it, and you understood because you had felt the same way, too.

Being with Kun was suffocating. Being with Jungkook, in any capacity, made you feel more alive than you ever have.

“Jungkook, look at me,” you took his face in your hands, looking him directly in the eyes. “What matters now is we’re here together. No one outside of this room matters right now. Just you and me. Ok?”

You felt him twitch inside you then, and you watched his eyelids flutter as he nodded. You kissed him gently, feeling him relax in your hold.

“I love you,” you said just above a whisper. “I love you, Jungkook.”

“Y/N, fuck, I love you, too.” Jungkook sped up again, seemingly energized with renewed vigor now. “I love you so fucking much.”

Jungkook buried his face in your shoulder as he continued to move inside of you with long, languid strokes. You turned your head to the side and again looked at the scene unfolding through the mirror. Something about seeing your actions being mirrored back at you turned you on more than you could explain. The way you could see all of Jungkook now especially helped with that.

You moaned and clenched around him as you kept watching the mirrored image through barely open eyes. Your sudden excitement must have made him curious because he turned his head so he could look at you. When he saw where you were staring, his eyes met yours in the mirror.

“Oh,” Jungkook said as he caught on. “I see.” He reached up to caress your breast before pinching one of your perked buds, all while keeping your eye contact through the mirror. The action had you gasping and clenching around him even more.

“Y/N,” Jungkook leaned down and spoke sweetly by the shell of your ear. You’d barely noticed that he’d slowed down. “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded quickly. “I’d do anything for you, Koo.”

He hummed. “I fucking love that. Ok,” he started to pull out of you, much to your dismay, which you voiced with a whine. He laughed and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t worry, angel. I just need to reposition, that’s all.” You saw him move away from you, confused when he offered you a hand to help you sit up.

It all made sense when he voiced his next request.

“Can you get on your hands and knees for me?”

Despite everything else that had already transpired tonight, this question of all things made you blush, and Jungkook noticed.

“Hey, if it’s too much we don’t have to-”

“No, it’s fine, I want to.” You moved into the position he asked you to before confirming with him “Like this?”

“God, yeah, ok uh, almost,” you heard him groaning behind you. “Can you do me one more favor though?”

“Yes, anything.”

“Can you face the mirror?”

Oh.

You scrambled to comply, making him laugh at your obvious excitement from his request. When you turned so you were facing the mirror, you looked into it to see him settling in behind you. He placed one hand on your waist, the other holding himself as you felt him poke against your entrance one more time.

“I need you to tell me if I go too rough, ok?” He ran both hands along your sides now. He was looking at you through the mirror, the sight already making you weak.

“I’ll tell you, Koo, just please do something.” You moved back against him, watching a smirk come to life on his face.

Without much preamble, he slammed into you, knocking you forward with so much force you almost fell off the bed. He pulled you back, still ramming into you the whole time.

“I’d hold onto something if I were you,” he said breathily, and you were quick to grab the bedsheets to hopefully ground yourself while you were getting pounded into oblivion.

You hung your head low, focusing on the pleasure as Jungkook continued to hit that spot inside you continuously.

“Y/N, look at me,” he grunted out. You turned to look at him over your shoulder, but he shook his head, instead nodding to the mirror.

You stared at him through the mirror now, and when your eyes met, you watched him struggle to keep his eyes open as a loud moan escaped his mouth.

“Fuck, you look so sexy like this,” Jungkook was pulling his lip between his teeth as he continued to stare at you, pounding into you harder now, leaving you breathless and unable to make any sound.

“You like seeing what I’m doing to you, don’t you?” He grabbed onto your waist harder, increasing the force of his thrusts and you wondered briefly just how much harder he could go because you felt like you were about to break in the best possible way.

You nodded and watched him push his hair out of his face, and you could feel yourself coming apart faster now at the entire sight playing out before you.

“Jungkook,” you moaned out his name, feeling him flex his fingers to readjust his grip around your waist.

“Yeah, baby? Tell me – fuck – tell me what you want.”

“Can you,” you faltered for a moment, feeling shy until you saw his intense stare in the mirror once more, “can you go harder?”

You felt him twitch inside you as a moan erupted from him at your request. “Shit, angel, are you sure?”

A pleading nod from you. “Please,” your voice was borderline a whine at this point but you wanted him to wreck you in the best possible way.

And you were not disappointed.

Jungkook released his hold on your waist to wrap an arm around your midsection, simultaneously pulling you up so your back was flush against his chest. The new angle allowed him to be even closer and when he brought one hand up to cup around your jaw to better hold you in place, you knew it wouldn’t be long before you’d be coming undone again.

Especially since you could see everything through the mirror. The way he had his arm curled almost possessively around your midsection, his tattooed hand as it curved around your jaw, his lips as they placed tender kisses along the side of your neck.

The vision alone could probably make you cum but of course, Jungkook had other plans in store for you.

“Like I said earlier,” Jungkook growled right by your ear as he gave a teasing thrust. It was hard, and it made your breath hitch, which was apparently Jungkook’s desired reaction with the way he smiled.

“Your wish is my command.”

Jungkook started with the same pace he’d left off on, only even faster now if that was possible. He was marking your neck and holding you close, his arm around you tightening every time you would clench around him.

“If you keep doing that – shit, fuck – I’m not gonna last much longer. You feel way too good around me, especially when you do that.”

“S-sorry,” you stammered out, your breathing uneven due to all the stimulation you were currently experiencing.

He placed a gentle kiss to your temple. “No need to apologize, angel. You just have that effect on me – ah ­– and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Your reached up behind Jungkook so you could bury your hand in his hair, since you knew he enjoyed that. You were rewarded with the amazing sight you could never get tired of – his head tilted back, eyes screwed shut as he let the pleasure overtake him, the most beautiful, strained sound falling from his lips.

He moved his hand from your jaw now to grab yours that was unoccupied, linking your fingers together as best he could from this angle. And it definitely helped things along.

“Fuck, Koo, I’m close again,” you moaned louder than you had the whole night. The way Jungkook’s hips were snapping against you made you feel like a fire had ignited and spread throughout your whole body. The coil inside you was tightening and so close to snapping any minute now-

“I know, me too. I love you,” Jungkook moaned, punctuating each word with a thrust harder than the last. His movements were becoming more uncoordinated, and you could guess from his breathing and the frequency of his moans that he was almost as close as you were to reaching that high.

And you wanted nothing more than to reach it together.

You tugged a little harder on his hair, clenching around him at the same time. He sputtered somewhat, holding you tighter against him, perhaps to keep himself steady.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m not gonna last,” a breathy groan escaped him as he buried his head in your shoulder.

“Cum with me, Koo. Please,” you begged, trying your hardest to hold out until he was there. He didn’t make it easier on you when he brought a hand down to mess with your clit, the extra sensation sending you into overdrive.

“Angel, look at me.” Jungkook drew your attention back to the mirror. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, I love you so much.”

His assault on your clit mixed with his words and the way he was still slamming into you was enough to finally help you reach that peak for the second time that night. This time when your orgasm hit you, it did so almost violently, making you clench hard around Jungkook as you came with a cry of his name, almost falling forward if he wasn’t holding you so tight.

You forced yourself to look back at the mirror because not far behind you, Jungkook reached his own high, and you wanted to see him fall apart.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N, I’m cumming, I-” Jungkook let out a broken moan, his head thrown back as he wrapped both arms around you. You felt him spilling into you as his hips sputtered while he continued to fuck you through it. He thrusted a few more times, placing kisses everywhere on you that he could reach as your name fell from his lips like a mantra.

Both of you were breathing heavy, you still reaching behind him to thread your fingers through his hair and him now placing a kiss on your temple. He looked at the mirror and rested his chin on your shoulder, smiling at you. You both looked fucked out, and you didn’t think you would ever get over Jungkook’s beauty.

He placed one last kiss to your shoulder before he released his hold on you to turn you so you were facing him. You were still a little wobbly from your orgasm, so he steadied you and let you rest against him. He pulled both of you down so that you were seated on the bed, mostly in his lap.

You stayed that way for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s presence, listening to the mingled sounds of your breathing and faint heartbeats. Eventually, Jungkook nosed your cheek so you’d look up at him again.

“How does a shower sound,” he asked, brushing a few strands of hair back from your face. You nodded and he picked you up to carry you since your legs still weren’t to be trusted. The two of you shared a nice, warm shower, wrapped up in each other as the water cascaded over you. Even though the two of you were tangled in the throws of passion not long before, you still took time to explore each other’s bodies now, speaking with delicate touches and soft kisses until the water turned cold.

You almost couldn’t believe that Jungkook was here and that this was actually happening, somewhat terrified that you were only dreaming and would wake up any second.

But as he was standing before you, helping you dry off and get ready to settle back into bed, you realized that it wasn’t a dream. It was your reality, one you’d dreamt of for so long, that had finally come true.

And as much as that made you happy, it also frightened you. Because there was the one, lingering question that needed to be answered: now what?

Jungkook must have sensed your worry when the two of you were laying down once more, snuggled underneath the sheets. You had your head on his chest and one leg draped over him, while he had an arm under you that was wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you close to him.

“So,” he started, “do you wanna talk about it?”

You yawned, the events of the day having completely drained you. “Talk about what?”

“About everything. About what happened, earlier and just now…about us?”

You peeked up at him and saw his brows were furrowed; he was just as worried as you, and what you both needed now more than ever was reassurance from one another.

Before you could respond, he continued. “I know today was a lot, literally life changing for you, and I don’t regret what happened between us at all. I love you so much, I really do,” he sighed, “but I want to be sure that what happened wasn’t just- circumstantial, you know?”

You sat up in a panic. “Jungkook, no, oh my God- I would never do that to you.” You caressed his face and he leaned into your palm, as he’d done on many occasions before. You saw your own worry and uncertainty reflected back at you through his eyes and all you wanted to do was take away all his worries.

That’s all you ever wanted to do.

“Jungkook, I didn’t sleep with you out of vulnerability. I did it because I wanted to,” you took his face in both of your hands now, “because I love you. I want to be with you. And I’ll tell you that as many times as I need to. Ok?”

Jungkook nodded, sighing once more. “I believe you. Where do we go from here, though? I mean, say we date. Who’s to say I’m the right match for you? Like-”

“Koo, you could literally turn it around and say the same thing for me.”

He pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around you. “Absolutely not. There’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re the one for me.”

You giggled. “And that’s how I feel about you. So, if you want to give it a shot-” you rested your head on his chest again, still looking up at him, “I want to try.”

“Do you even have to ask? I’ve only wanted this for like 7 years, no big deal or anything.” His sarcastic tone made you laugh, and you turned to place a kiss on his chest, right above his heart.

“Then I don’t think there’s anything else to talk about, do you?”

“Well…there is one thing,” his response made you peek up at him again.

“What’s that?”

He brought one of your hands up to his face, placing a kiss on your knuckles. “Don’t freak out, but – what are we doing about tomorrow?”

“Fuck, I forgot all about that!” You tried to jump up but Jungkook was still holding you firmly against his chest.

“What did I literally just say about not freaking out?” He looked at you amusedly as you fought – to no avail – to free yourself from his hold. You finally gave up with a huff, admitting defeat and sinking back down onto his chest.

“Look, we’ll figure everything out about tomorrow together, yeah? Everything will be ok.”

“But I have to cancel everything and all the people who were gonna show up and oh my God, Jungkook, what are we gonna tell my parents-”

“They always liked me better anyway, I’m sure they’ll be thrilled,” Jungkook answered, still as unbothered as ever. You groaned as you buried your face in his chest, feeling the rumble of his laughter.

“Koo, I’m serious,” your response was muffled by his chest.

“Angel,” he called to you, the name still making you feel warm all over and your heart all fluttery. “Listen to me. We’ll handle it together. Ok? And not just tomorrow, we’ll handle everything together.” He pulled you up and more onto his lap while he kissed you deeply.

“You and me, we’re a team. Now, and forever. I love you so much. Always have,” he kissed you again, this one different than all the ones before, almost like he was trying to show you just how much he loved you with that single action. “Always will.”

“And I’ll prove it to you every day. You’ll be sick of hearing it, trust me.” His sincerity made you giggle, and you felt like for the first time in a while, everything would be ok. You could breathe easy again.

“For now, though, I think sleep is what both of us need. I don’t know about you, but I just did some strenuous exercise, so-”

You lightly smacked his shoulder as you rolled your eyes. “You’ll live.” He grinned at you and shifted so that you both were in the same position prior to your conversation. You snuggled up close against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” you told him as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep. Jungkook hummed.

“Hmm, well don’t let it keep you from sleeping. It’s gonna continue to do that, you know.” You smiled at his joke and yawned once more, the promise of a good night’s sleep taunting you as your eyelids closed.

Before you completely succumbed to slumber, you heard Jungkook say one last thing as he held you closer.

“Only for you.”

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1 Year Later

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A/N: And we have reached the end! Well, the end of this chapter at least. :) I’m also linking Jungkook’s cover of Paper Hearts by Tori Kelly, since it’s such a beautiful rendition and also the song lyrics in the fic.  Thank you for reading, I really hope you enjoyed it! 💜

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A Dedicated Pig-Technoblade

#3 and 47 from this prompt list! Check out my masterlist here! This is in the DreamSMP Au. I

This is a Technoblade x GN reader! 

So in this AU I am making it so that your cannon lives are shown on your left wrist. And if someone types something in chat or if someone joins the server, it appears as text on your right arm until you dismiss it! If you are confused feel free to ask me any questions!

Part Two! Part Three! Part Four!

Y/N finally meets the one that everyone has been walking on eggshells over.

Y/N’s POV

I will never forget the gasps, murmurs, and then tense silence that followed the notification that everyone received on their right arm. Technoblade had joined the SMP. I didn’t understand why it was such a big deal though. Of course I had heard the stories. The horrors that he had done. The fights he picked and won. The amount of blood that had been shed at his hands had earned him the title of “The Blood God”. But when push comes to shove, he’s just another mortal man.

Everyone was a little freaked out and on edge because of the new addition to the server. I mean, Schlatt had just banished Techno’s family, his two brothers, from the nation that they created and fought for. Everyone knew that family was everything to Techno and if there was one thing Techno would do anything for it was his family. He would literally go to hell and back if it meant that his brothers and his father were safe. 

Finally after a few minutes of everyone holding their breath, I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and went on with my work, cleaning up the election decorations. All eyes turned to me “Y/N” Niki hissed, “Do you not understand what just happened? He could be anywhere” I let out a joyless laugh as I looked at my best friend, “You really think he’s going to come here right away? With nothing on him? With his brothers on the run? You think he’s going to worry about coming here, where it would be a 1 vs…” My eyes scanned the crowd doing a quick mental count, “15 plus? Come on Niki, think with that big brain of yours.” I claimed, a little annoyed, as I took down a banner. 

Niki let out a shaky sigh but nodded and continued helping me. “You’re right,” I chuckled at her response and bumped her shoulder, “You know I always am”. Soon, everyone went back to their own tasks, forgetting the news we all had just received. ‘See Mr. Pig Man Blood God’ I silently thought to myself, ‘You’re not as scary as you may think’. 

*Time skip*

A week and a half had gone by since Technoblade had joined the server and no one had seen him. Like I had predicted, he immediately had searched and met up with his brothers and had stayed clear of the main part of the server. That being said, I should have known that he would rear his pink head at some point…

When I first joined the server, I had made myself a small farm for food. Well of course everyone found out about it and wanted a part of it. So my small farm grew and grew. When Niki built her bakery, she needed a steady supply of well… supplies. Sugar, wheat, eggs, milk, and all that. I had plenty and I was more than happy to give her what she needed in exchange for baked goods. So once a week I would haul boxes of supplies across the SMP from my farm to her bakery. 

Everyone was aware of this and so on these days everyone would stay out of my way. Which is why I was so surprised to slam into someone while carrying a box of eggs to the bakery. 

I let out a huge gasp as the sound of eggs cracking filled my ears as I slammed into someone. The box fell out of my hands as raw egg covered my hands and body. “What the hell!” I cried out, looking up to yell at whoever had just crashed into me. I was momentarily stunned. There in the flesh, right in front of me, stood the Blood God himself, Technoblade. My surprise  didn’t last long as I remembered why I was angry in the first place. 

“What the hell are you doing here? It’s bakery day, sure you didn’t know that, but you should have taken the hint not to be here when you didn’t see anyone walking this part of the Prime path!” I shouted at the pink haired man. Techno’s brown eyes widened as I verbally attacked him. “And now I’m covered in raw egg! This is not pleasant! It’s gross and sticky and cold and I do not enjoy it! You are sooooo lucky I have a change of clothes at the farm and that my chickens laid a lot of extra eggs this week or else you would have had to explain to dear sweet Niki why she wouldn’t be able to open her cute bakery this week.” I hissed out. 

“I’m sorry,” Techno began with a raised eyebrow, “Do you not know who you’re talking to?” He questioned with a deep voice. I let out a loud scoff at the audacity of his question, “Of course I know who you are, Mr. Blood God,” I mocked. “So. You do know who I am and what I am capable of.” I scoffed at his smug words. “I said I did, didn’t I? And frankly I couldn’t care less about you and your reputation. You’re just a guy. A guy that has ruined my day because I now have egg all over me!” I complained, wiping my hands on my pants. 

I reached down and began picking up the box and the eggs and egg shells that had fallen on the ground.“You know, I could kill you with no hesitation?” Techno claimed as he crouched down, moving his face close to mine. “I’ve done it before to many others. They blink and my sword has entered their chest. I’ve probably slaughtered more people than you’ve ever met in your life,” Techno mused, a smug smirk tugging on his lips. 

I looked up from my box with a blank expression on my face, “Am I supposed to be scared of you? Is that supposed to scare me? Make me shake in my boots?” I questioned, my eyebrow raised. Techno’s smirk slowly slipped off his face. He quickly stood up and stared at me in shock, “Didn’t you hear me? I could kill you!” He explained. I rolled my eyes and also stood up. “So could another human. Literally anyone else. So could a fall from a huge height. So could a dedicated chicken. You’re not special.” I stated, turning on my heel and began walking back toward my farm. 

“So you’re really not scared of me?” I heard Techno question as he began to jog to catch up to me. “Haven’t I made that clear? You may have scary stories and legends surrounding you, but when it comes right down to it, you’re a man. Well, part pig, part man, but a man and mortal all the same.” Techno let out a scoff, “Technoblade never dies,” he claimed. “But you could. You have three cannon lives just like the rest of us.” I concluded. 

Techno silently followed me as I moved through the barn, replacing the eggs that had cracked when we collided. After I filled the box once more, I set it down before stepping into the bathroom I had built. “I’ll be right out. Don’t touch anything.” I commanded. Techno gave me a mock salute before looking around the barn once more. I closed the door and quickly cleaned up. I took off my egg covered clothes, washed my hands and body before putting on the clean clothes I kept here. 

I found Techno where I left him. “You ready to go?” I questioned softly. His eyes trailed from my horses back to me as he gently nodded. I made my way back to the boxes before picking the egg box back up. “Is this going to?” Techno asked. I looked over and found him pointing at the last box needing to go to the bakery. “Yeah, but you don’t have to-” I was cut off by Techno picking up the box. “Let’s go” He said walking out the door. I let out a laugh before following him, being sure to close the door behind me. 

The two of us made small talk about anything and everything on our way to the bakery. Techno told me all about Wilbur and Tommy’s constant squabbles and I told him all about everyone’s wariness ever since he joined the server. Techno helped me put everything away, which caused me to be done a lot sooner than I usually get done. The two of us left the bakery and made our way back outside. We began strolling the prime path and subconsciously came to a stop where the two of us met. 

Our conversation died down and the two of us stood there for a moment, just staring at each other. I finally cleared my throat, “Thank you for helping me today. I really appreciate it.” I thanked, running a hand through my hair. Techno mirrored my actions with a shy smile on his face, “No problem. It’s the least I could do.” There was a slight pause before he spoke again, “Hey. Listen. I’m sorry for threatening you earlier. It’s just… Everyone I’ve ever met has been terrified of me and when you weren't… It really threw me for a loop. So… thanks. Thank you for giving me a chance.” I let out a giggle at his vulnerability, “It’s no problem…. Maybe when this is all over and you and your brothers are welcome back into L’Manberg, we could hang out more.” I offered. Techno gave me a soft smile and a gentle nod, “Yeah. I’d like that. A lot.” 

“Techno!” A voice whisper shouted. The two of us jumped at the sudden interruption and turned to look at who had called the pink haired man’s name. It was Wilbur. “There you are! Where have you been?!” He questioned, marching up to the two of us. Techno made a gesture to me. Wilbur’s eyes shifted to me. I gave him a smile and a wave. “Hey Wilbur. It’s great to see you” Wilbur’s eyes softened as he gave me a smile, “Hey Y/N. It’s so good to see you too. We’ve got to go. Techno was supposed to be on a spy mission, but I see he got distracted…” I laughed at his words and nodded. “Something like that,” Techno claimed, rubbing the back of his head a blush. 

“Well it was great to see you Wilbur. Tell Tommy I miss him and that I say to stop trying to decorate with things that aren’t his, yeah?” Wilbur gave me another soft smile and nod, “Will do Y/N. Tell Niki I miss her?” I returned his smile and nod. I then turned to Technoblade and gave him a smile as well, “It was lovely to meet you. I really hope this is over soon so I can show you my weapons collection.” Techno’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “It was amazing to meet you too Y/N. And I would love that. So much.” I giggled at his response and nodded. “I knew you would. Bye guys.” I gave them both one last smile before turning and headed back to my farm. 

As I was leaving I overheard the next part of Techno and Wilbur’s conversation. “So… Y/N huh?” “Shut up.” “Who knows, when this thing is all over maybe you’ll get together and have pink haired, Y/E/C babies… Oh I would be the best uncle and-” “I’ll give you a five second headstart.” “Oh come on Techno-” “Five” “Please” “Four” “Tech-” “Three” “You know it’s-” “Two” “Oh come on” “One” “OH GOD! RUNNING!” 

I let myself look over my shoulder at the two. Sure enough Wilbur was sprinting down the prime path as fast as he could, but Techno was right behind him. “Get over here!” Techno shouted after Wilbur. “NO!” I let myself giggle at the two’s antics. My eyes focused on the two for as long as I could, but soon enough the two were out of my view and my ear shot. Oh I can’t wait until this is all over. 

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[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 17

Word Count: 3, but 4ths 38

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders, Stars

Notes: Well, look who decided to get off her butt. Me it’s, me!!! So let’s see where we left off in this story. Our reader had moved to Edmonton to the other bubble to watch Tyler and Mat. Tyler met her and quite literally swept her off her feet, but after a heated bedroom encounter, his declaration of love, throws her for a loop. Let’s find out what happens now. As always feedback is welcomed. Happy Reading!

Tyler’s declaration of love shocked you. You knew his feelings for you had grown over this whole pandemic, but you hadn’t expected him to say ‘I love you.’ It was a lot. It was truly a huge step. You couldn’t help but question if it was just some sexual move that he was making. At the same time, that made no sense considering you’d literally just fucked him. Though fucking didn’t seem like the right word to describe what had just taken place between the two of you. Although, you weren’t sure you were ready to say it was making love either, or at least you weren’t ready to call it that.

His body still loomed over yours. His eyes burning deep into your soul, just waiting for you to say something back. You lifted your hand, tenderly touching his cheek. “Ty,” you whispered and he finally blinked, breaking the spell.

“You don’t have to say it (Y/N),” he interrupted before you could say anything more. “And before you say what I think you’re going to. I didn’t just tell you that because it was in the moment.” It was like he could read your mind or something. “I really love you, (Y/N). I know it seems totally out of character for me, well for either of us. We’ve had this thing for years. I think it’s kind of been building this whole time, at least on my part.”

“You’re not wrong,” you told him, knowing that your feelings for him had been growing as well. To accentuate that, you leaned up and kissed him; your tongues entwining briefly before your head fell back on the soft fluffy pillows.

Tyler rolled onto his side. “I feel like there’s a but coming.”

“Not really a but…it’s just.”

“There’s someone else.” Tyler finished for you.

“Kind of.”

“I get it. I know that things happened in Toronto, babe. I’m not stupid. Hell, I was the one who basically gave you names of people to hook up with.” As you turned to look at him, you saw him wince saying that. “You know it fucking killed me to do that.”

“I know that now.” Back then, when you thought you were just friends with benefits and nothing more, it felt natural to just ask him who was fair game and who wasn’t. Now, after phone calls and factimes almost every day, intimate conversations, as well as other things…well, now it just felt wrong, very wrong. At the same time, you still had feelings for Mat. It was all way too complicated. “If I’d had known…”

“I know. It’s my fault. I’ve taken our relationship for granted for way too long, but that’s going to change (Y/N). Starting now.”

“I think it started before now.” You’re pretty sure it started the minute he called once you were both in the bubble. “The gifts, the calls, I see you making an effort, Ty, and don’t think it’s not appreciated. It is. It really is. I see you changing and I definitely know…well, I’m falling in love with you.”

He smiled, that one that had made an undeterminable amount of women drop their panties. Had yours not already been off, you would’ve ripped them off and thrown them at him. “That’s all I need to hear, babe.” His lips locked with yours again, the kiss heated and full of want. You were surprised when he pulled back; grin still on his face. “So who’s my competition.”

“TY!” You swatted playfully at him. He captured your wrist, then dropped a kiss sweetly there, making your heart melt just a little more.

“Come on tell me,” he asked playfully. “I assume he’s here. So, he’s either a guy from the Lightning or Islander.” He sat there pondering who it could be, while you just wanted to crawl under the covers and make him forget this whole conversation. “I only see you going for Point, out of all the guys on Tampa Bay. Considering Carly with him, he’s totally out.” He was right about that. There was no way that you would be with Brayden. The man literally only had eyes for Carly. “So, that leaves New York.” You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “Ok, so I’m right about that. Let me think. Tell me it isn’t Marty?”

“Ew, gross? I’m not a homewrecker. He’s married, ya know?”

Tyler burst out laughing, apparently dropping Matt Martin’s name was just to get a rise out of you. “I know, hun, just like I know you don’t dabble with married men.”

“Exactly.”

“Ok, so we’ve narrowed the field down considerably. Now, let me think.” He tapped his index finger on his chin as if carefully running through the Islanders roster. “Ah, I got it. Has to be one of the Bs.”

Your brows knitted together in a confused look. “One of the Bs?”

“Yeah Beauvillier or Barzal.” You tried to make your expression bland, you really did, but apparently, it didn’t work at all. “So, it is one of them.”

“What? How?”

“I know you, babygirl. I can tell, and because I know you; I also know that it has to be Barzal. Tito’s just doesn’t seem like your type.”

“And what type would that be?”

“He’s too sweet. You like a guy with a little badness to him.” Ok, you couldn’t argue with that. Hell, it was probably part of the reason he was in your bed at the moment. “So, Barzy’s who I’m going against huh?”

You closed your eyes willing this conversation to end, but you knew it wouldn’t. Tyler would continue to nag you until he knew for certain. “Yes, Ty. He’s the other guy so to speak.”

“Ok, ok. I can see the allure, but I do have a few advantages over him.” You opened your eyes and looked over at him. Tyler was taking this all pretty well. Better than Mat was going to take it when he found out about him.

“Advantages?”

“Mmm, yeah. See I know what you like.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t believe me? Ok, let me prove it to you. I know that your favorite color is (your fav color).”

“That was an easy one.”

“Fine, I know that you more than likely wore that pair of Louboutin’s I got you every day, and not because they were expensive but because you actually like them. I know you like long hot bubble baths after a rough day at work. Which, I’m totally disappointed I didn’t get to share one with you, but we can make up for that tomorrow.” He wasn’t wrong so far, and you weren’t surprised that he knew you so well. Tyler was always observant. The problem was would he observe someone else when he was tired of you. “I also know, how you only wear a t-shirt and panties to bed,” He peeked under the covers then. “If not nothing at all. Which I’m definitely more partial to.”

“Ty.” You tried to scold him but it was no use, he was being too playful and you found yourself smiling back at him.

“What? I’m just saying what I like as well, in case you wanted to get to know me better as well.” Oh, you knew him, that’s for sure. It was part of the reason why you were holding yourself back a bit, before completely falling head over heels in love with him. “Moving on, I know how you like me to drag just one finger up and down your pussy, nice and slow like this.” His actions mimicked his words, as his index finger slid up and down between your folds.

This time, you moaned out his name. “Ty.”

When he spoke again, his breath fanned across your neck and you found yourself craning just a bit, exposing the skin to his touchless caress. “Mmm, see I knew you liked that. Just like I know you love this.” He took the knuckle of his middle finger and started to rub slow circles around your clit. It was light pressure, the kind that left you aching for just a bit more. Your breath quickened with each pass that he made. Hips thrusting up seeking more. “You like that babygirl? Don’t you?”

A breathy, “yes,” was your answer. He started to alternate between moving his index finger up and down, three or four times and then going back to the knuckle rub that was driving you insane. Your legs started to tremble as you could feel your climax approach, but then he stopped. “Ty,” you whined, your body craving his touch.

“Shh,” he whispered in your ear, before taking the lobe between his teeth and gently sucking. “I know what you want, but I also know how much better you like it if we let it build.” The fact that he could play your body like a finely tuned instrument, was mind boggling. Sure, you’d been friends with benefits, fuck buddies more like it, but you hadn’t thought he’d paid that much attention. You’d always cum, that was never an issue. Usually, it was more than once, as Tyler was an attentive lover. But this, this was as if he had written the handbook on everything that turned you on.

His lips traveled down your neck, while he let your body cool off, but only for a minute or so before he started back up again. Up and down, back and forth, his finger took you to the brink once again. Only to leave you teetering on that edge. It was frustrating, and you squirmed wanting more. “Soon, baby soon,” Ty whispered against your skin. His mouth trailed down to your breast, tongue swirling around your nipple before gently sucking and nibbling there. You cried out. “I knew you’d like that too.” God, you were a quivering mess, hovering on this precipice waiting to reach climax. His mouth went back to work on your breast lavishing the other nipple, while his fingers started back up on your cunt.

“Don’t stop,” you pleaded hoping that Tyler would take pity on you.

He didn’t.

You sighed in irritation, which only made Tyler chuckle. “It’s not that funny, Ty.” When he only laughed harder, you added. “You know I’ll get you back.”

“Promises, promises,” he tutted. “Besides, you know you like this.” The truth was you did. As frustrating as it was, you knew the reward would be worth the wait in the end. He started back up with his torment then, alternating between stroking your pussy and sucking on your nipples. He went at a torturously slow pace, languidly building your body back up. “You know what else I know?” You could only moan a response, as his finger moved to the left side of your clit, concentrating right there and nowhere else. “I know that this spot…” He rubbed faster, not moving down to your pussy or on your clit, just working the outside. “This spot is your favorite.” Your breathing quickened, for it was true. It was your go-to move to get yourself off quickly. “I know you’ll cum if I stay right here. Won’t you?”

“Yes,” you groaned, so close to that peak. “Please,” you begged, needing that release so bad.

He traveled up your body, never moving his finger from you, keeping you on that edge. “Look at me, babe.” You hadn’t realized you’d closed your eyes. You’d been so lost in the intensity of the pleasure he was giving you that it just felt natural to let your lids fall and enjoy the ride. His eyes focused in on yours, the connection so deep between you. “Cum for me, (Y/N).” His words were what sent you over the edge, as your hips bucked up into his touch. Legs trembling, pussy quivering, the orgasm rocked your body like no other. It seemed to last forever. His finger, never letting up, just slowing as he worked you through the climax.

It could’ve only been seconds but it felt like forever before your body started to come down from its high. “Jesus, Tyler.” You panted out as you tried to catch your breath. “That was…”

“Incredible,” he filled in for you, and truly it was. You nodded your head but didn’t get a word out. “I’m not done yet, baby.” He settled himself between your legs then. It was somewhat of an effort to move. Which reminded you of teasing him earlier about not being able to make his game, because you couldn’t walk. It seemed as though he wanted to test that theory. His cock slipped easily inside you as your body, still slick from your orgasm; both of you sighing out as he entered you. There was a concentration on his face as he thrust in and out of you a few times, not quite building a rhythm. You knew that he had to be on the verge of climax after what he’d just done to you. His cock was oozing precum as it had lay rock hard against your thigh earlier. Being buried inside you was probably sending him over the edge. But god love Ty, he seemed to be doing his best to make it good for you again as well.

He grabbed one of the extra pillows and wedged it under your hips, then thrust again. This time hitting that spot that drove you insane. Your breath caught in your throat. “There it is,” he groaned out, with a wicked smirk on his face. He stilled inside you as he nudged your g-spot. Leaning down, he whispered out. “I also know you’ll love this.” You expected him to start thrusting in and out of you, but he didn’t. Instead, he gently rocked his hips. His cock never slipping out of you. It just kept rubbing you perfectly, until you felt another orgasm stirring inside you.

“Fuck, Ty!” you moaned as your pussy started to flutter around his engorged member.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed as you quivered around him. It sent him over the edge and with a grunt and few well-placed thrusts he came deep inside you. This time there were no declarations of love afterward. Tyler simply rolled onto his side, taking you with him.

You were out of breath; body still trembling with little aftershocks from the earthquaking orgasm that Tyler had just given you. “I have to say,” you finally got out after several minutes of catching your breath. “You definitely know me.”

Tyler chuckled lightly, squeezing you a bit tighter to him. “Does that mean I won the competition?”

“Well, you’re definitely winning in that department.”

“Would that be the knowing you part, or the sex? Because honestly, I think I excelled at both.” Oh, he’d definitely had, but his ego didn’t need to know that.

“I’d say you’re in the lead at this point.”

That smile he had, the one that lit up a full crowd in any arena, graced his face. “The lead is good, but I plan on winning you, baby.”  You had no doubt that he would put every effort into it. The problem was if he did win, was he up to the challenge of keeping you for good. At this point, you were pretty sure your heart was tugging for him to pull through at the finish line. You settled a bit more on his chest. “Sleep,” he mumbled out. Body sated and relaxed, it was easy to obey the command. It wasn’t lost on you that you felt completely safe, secure, and loved in his arms. You didn’t examine that last part too closely as you let yourself drift off into a dreamless sleep.

*****

Cocooned up in your suite with Tyler, you had no idea that Mat was heading downstairs to the gym and running into Logan. “Logan?” Mat hollered out, seeing the man, who seemed to always be around the hotel in Toronto, though Mat never had a clue what he actually did there.

“Oh, hey Mat,” Logan called back.

“What are you doing here? I thought (Y/N) said your flight was only coming in tomorrow?”

“We got in around 4 today. No clue why she would tell you that.” Logan answered completely clueless about your dilemma with Mat and Tyler.

“Me either,” Mat mumbled more to himself than Logan, though he had a good idea as to why. “Do you know where she’s at?”

“Probably with Tyler. Pretty sure they’re making up for lost time.” Mat saw red at Logan’s proclamation. He thought he’d done everything in his power to keep you and Tyler apart but apparently, it wasn’t enough. Well, he was willing to go the extra mile if need be. “Did you wanna play some video games or something?” Logan asked rather too excitedly for Mat’s taste, but then Mat thought maybe he could use this to his advantage.

“Sure, why not.”

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“Don’t make me,” Tyler whined, as you pushed him to the door.

“If I don’t, we both know Jamie will come here and drag your ass out, and quite frankly he scares me.”

A bark of laughter was Tyler’s response. “Please the man is as soft as a teddy bear.” He snaked his arms around your waist drawing you closer to him, in an attempt to stay longer. You knew his ways though, which is why you pushed him to the door forty-five minutes earlier than he needed to leave. The last thing you wanted was for him to get in trouble by being late for morning skate. “Speaking of bears,” you looked at him curiously wondering where his thoughts were leading. “Why don’t I pretend to be Winnie the Pooh and we go back upstairs so I can lick your honeypot.”

The wicked glint in his eyes did nothing for your resolve to make him leave on time, considering the things he did to your pussy only hours ago. “You are going to get yourself in trouble saying things like that Mr. Seguin.”

“So formal,” he teased, hands sliding inside the hotel robe that you were wearing as you still hadn’t unpacked your bags yet. “That’s not what you were calling out last night.” Heat rose to your cheeks, at the thought of how loud you’d been. When you were in Toronto you didn’t have to worry as you were on the top floor and no one would hear you, but here you weren’t quite sure if you were keeping anyone awake last night or not.

“Oh my god, would you get going, or last night might be the last time you hear me call you anything.” Tyler frowned at your scolding. “Relax, I meant because your team would kill you, not that I was baring you from my bed.”

“Fine,” he pouted. “But only if you promise to meet me after the game tonight.”

You still hadn’t seen Mat yet and weren’t sure how you were going to work out a schedule between him and Tyler, but right then your body, and part of your heart as well, were all saying that they wanted to do one thing. And that was meet Tyler back in this room tonight. “Deal. Now kiss me or you’ll never leave.”

“If I kiss you, you may not want me to leave.”

You pushed at his chest, causing him to lose his hold on you. It made it much easier to walk away. “You’re insufferable.”

You were almost out of his reach before he snagged you back in. “I know, but you love me anyhow.” Did you love him? You thought you might, for Tyler was so easy to love. He was almost like a small child that craved it, and you were having a hard time not returning it. You didn’t have time to think on it further, as his lips came down on yours. Hard and demanding he sought entrance to you immediately and you gave it. Giving as much as taking everything he offered. It was a kiss you wouldn’t remind repeating over and over again for the rest of your life.

It was several heated minutes later before you were breaking apart. “Go, before I regret sending you off.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you playfully pushed him away once again, only to have his lips chase you one last time.

“I’m going to be looking for you in the stands.”

“I’ll be there.” He kissed you again and then followed it up with a few more pecks before reaching for the door handle. “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Until then, babygirl.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Can you please write about the Beck wedding from Aster/Beck and Ellie’s POV? I know we kind of got a glimpse from Blade/Lo and Story/Carter but I just know Beck would have some sweet vows.

The Beck wedding! I know this has been a bit of a long time coming, and we still haven't seen the Baizen wedding. But let's look into the Moonbeam and Starlight's wedding. I'm so soft for these two right now it's not even funny

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Add The Beck

Summary:  Mr. and Mrs. Beck

Pairings:  Aster X Beck

Rating: 😭🥺😂

Warnings: Aster has a potty mouth, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.7K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Aster Drysdale Masterlist

“Is the caterer here?” Aster asks her wedding planner who is a on a continuous loop of nodding her head. “The um, the the the cake lady, did she get it here, and have everything set up?” she gets another nod. “Also, the photographer was needing mine and Beck’s rings. They’re here. Please, don’t lose these. Oh and…”

“Az,” you come in to give your daughter a kiss, “everyone’s dresses are steamed. The makeup artist and the hair stylist is here and starting on your sisters. Owin’s and Joshua’s tuxes are with everyone else’s. Creed is keeping Beck in check,” you give a little giggle, but Aster only glares at you. “Oh, sorry Otto and Ellie are keeping each other entertained along with the babysitter that Story brought, she’s got Z and watching the older three. Now, I need you to take your fucking Xanax and calm down, okay? You’re giving all of us anxiety. It’s your wedding day.”

“Telling me to calm down isn’t helping,” you slide the pill over that her best friend prescribed to her. “Go tell Joshua Buchanan I’m swallowing it.”

“Thank you. Now, can I get you something to eat while Tammy does your hair?” with a pout and a head nod you run off to go get her some food. Hopefully calming and easing her.

“I need an iced americano! Tell Owie to bring me coffee! Ahh!” she screams excitedly when Owin walks in with said coffee. “Thank you, Owie Bowie. How is he?”

“Beck? He just took a shot of rum with Creed and they’re laughing with Joshua, Carter, James, and Blade. How is this walking down the aisle business working?”

“Oh,” Aster gets excited when she gets to talk out her plans. “Iris is going down with Creed. Winnie is with you because she refused to go down with Joshua. Joshua is with Story. And Lucy is walking down with Blade.”

“What about August?” Aster curls up her lip. “What?”

“This is a bit out numbered. I don’t have girlfriends. While you and Joshua will be on the groomsman side, you’re really for me. And before you ask, Winnie is Iris’s friend, I just get along with her, okay. To answer your question, August is walking down with Posie, but maybe Blade and him switch last minute.  Now, fetch my father in about thirty minutes. Because I’ll need someone to touch up my makeup,” Owin hisses at Aster. “Stop. No wait, I gotta talk to Joshie first.”

“You do. You almost made it to thirty-five. Beck know about that pact?” Aster nods her head. “Emy?”

“Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

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Iris takes one look at the man that walks through the door, and pulls at the girls to leave. Winnie walks past him, and taps on his shoulder before walking out, leaving Aster and Joshua the only ones in the room. “That pill’s working.”

“Eh, it helps to have a good doctor. How ya doing Joshie?”

“Oh you know,” he grabs a seat and sits right in front of her. “Just drinking rum with your almost husband. Can’t believe you’re marrying someone that isn’t into bourbon or whiskey. How’re you feeling?”

“I’m good.”

“You happy, Az?” she grabs a tissue and starts patting at her eyes.

“Stop.”

“You know, I never argued with you about Beck. That’s all we did with Scott. Forbid me to hang out with you. Didn’t even want me or Owin as your best man. I told you, and your stubborn ass wouldn’t listen to dear old Joshie.”

“He was jealous of our history,” Joshua shrugs and settles back in his chair. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I almost made it to thirty-five.”

“Az, we were having fun. Do you regret it?” she smiles shaking her head no. “Me neither. We were kids when we made that pact and if we weren’t where we were right now, I’d do it. The Barnes and the Drysdale’s finally a unit. It would be some disgustingly big wedding. Bigger than yours and your sisters combined. We’d have a good life, but while we love each other…”

“You’re not Beck,” Aster plays around with her perfect teardrop engagement ring when Joshua slides over a not too different silver plated ring, with an obnoxiously large tear drop CZ diamond. “Joshie.”

“I kept that hideous thing. What I was like eleven, when I gave you that thing? We vowed to get married if we weren’t by thirty-five. I love you Aster, but I’m so glad you found someone that is in love with you. I knew it,” Aster picks up that ring remembering how powerful she felt with it, but also hid it from her dad. “I knew the first time I met Beck, that he was the one that swiped you off your feet. You and him played that friends with benefits thing.”

“We were actually just fucking.”

“You played the game, and you my beautiful friend fell so hard. He knows about us, and he’s not threatened because he knows that you love him fully. Mickey was threatened and so was your first limp dick husband who never knew what you tasted like. I hope that Beck tastes you every chance he gets.”

“I have to push him off of me.”

“Good, because you deserve to be devoured. But enough of the sex. That man and Ellie, if I didn’t know, I would think he was the one that made her. Aster, I know you realize how blessed you are,” she smiles nodding her head, and slips that atrocious and yet adorable ring on her pinky. “I want that back. I may need it.”

“If you don’t get that girl a real diamond, so help me Joshua Buchanan Barnes, I’ll cut you.”

“Easy! I’ll get my woman what I want to. But I wouldn’t share a ring from another woman.”

“Do you really want it back?” she pouts over at Joshua who gives that signature laugh of his. “Like really really want it back?”

“Only for safe keeping. I’ll give it back to you when you get back from your honeymoon. Make us a baby,” Aster says a quick no. “Make us two babies. He knows he’s stuck with me and Owie right?”

“No more babies! Joshie, you get back here. Joshua! Joshua Barnes!”

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Aster takes a deep breath and taps on her dad’s shoulder who turns around to look at his daughter. Ransom tilts his head to the side and looks over her. Tears immediately fill his eyes and refuses to let them fall. “Daddy.”

“Don’t you daddy me, young lady. I can’t have that sweet voice with you. My god, does he realize the beautiful little star that you are? My daughter found her prince…”

“No, not a prince. Not a knight. He’s just Mr. Perfect,” Ransom rolls his eyes. “He is.”

“AstroBoy. Azzie got her a moon man.”

“I didn’t want a moon man,” her hands go to fanning her face. “See what you did. Gonna ruin my makeup.”

“What I did? What the hell did I do? You’re my hard daughter. You quit that right now. Stop those damn tears,” Aster gives him a strangled laugh. “One of the little baby girls I never knew I wanted and never thought I would get to be apart of her life. Az, you are a third of the reason I changed my life. And because of that change, I have had a life I’m proud of. It’s so full of love and happiness. You my little star are apart of that. I know it may not seem like it, but I’ve always wanted this for you and your sisters.”

Aster rolls her eyes, but still smiles at her dad. “You, my strong and determined child, I worried about. I saw you slipping into the partying. Saw you struggling through Ellie’s early life, and saw you lonely. You always put your daughter first, and she’s happy and safe for that. But when that stupid AstroBoy walked into our lives and became this father figure immediately to Ellie, and then you fell…I knew this was your future with him. There is nobody more perfect for my daughter and granddaughter than Christopher Beck. I don’t want to give you away, but I will to him,” Ransom leans down to give his daughter a gentle kiss to her temple. “I’ll meet you at the end of the aisle.”

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“Dad, dad, dad, dad,” Ellie chants with Owin behind her carrying a gift. Her own white dress flowing behind her.

“Pumpkin,” Beck gives her the biggest smile, picking her up to kiss her cheek before putting her back down. “What cha got Ellie?”

“Mommy’s gift. Owie Bowie, hand it to my dad, and open,” Beck opens the gift to see a star map of the first night that him and Aster spent together. “Do you know what that date is? Your book party date when you and mommy finally met.”

“Well, this is awkward,” Beck rubs the back of his neck. Reaching over to grab his own wrapped gift looking eerily similar to the last. Owin cocks up an eyebrow at him. “It’s a different date. Just…just take it to her.”

Owin chuckling to himself walks into the room, giving a loud whistle at the the women. “You ladies are ravishing. Mrs. D, is that a new necklace? Iris the lashes is a nice touch. Princess, black looks good on you, I saw a king wandering around looking a bit lost. Ahh, Winnie my partner today that leg, you might you someone up today.  I saw a boxer asking about you.  And Azzie my beautiful bestie. I bestow to you a gift,” Owin hands her the gift and she looks at him in shock and annoyance. “He said they were different.”

Aster opens the paper and looks at the date a bit confused, until she opens up the card.

Starlight, this was the first time you let down your walls. The night that Ellie caught us together and you tried to push me away. The start of the three of us becoming a family. I love you Aster Sapphire and I’ll be waiting for you, love forever, your Moonbeam.

“I hate him,” she cries looking at Owin. “I don’t at all but I do. He’s so fuc…” Ellie narrows her eyes at her mom. “He’s so sweet.”

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Aster takes a deep breath when Otto and Ellie start to walk down the aisle. The two of them giggling at the group ahead. Otto even looking over to Carter and Z and giving them a wave. “Daddy, I can’t do this.”

“You’re doing this. I can’t support you anymore.”

“Oh hush.”

“I can’t. I’m excited to give you to someone else. You’ll be his problem instead of mine,” he looks over at his daughter, but her eyes are only in the front hoping to get a glimpse of her future husband. “Azzie?” she finally turns to look at Ransom. “It’s time baby. Take a deep breath. And keep on breathing.”

Standing at the end of the aisle, she watches Beck take a haggard breath, and struggling to breathe. His shoulders trembling with how hard he tries not to cry, but he can’t stop. His fingers go to swiping at his eyes the closer she gets, because he can’t believe that’s his wife walking down the aisle. Looking like a dream and straight out of a magazine. Ethereal, sexy, perfect, and beautiful all wrapped up.

After Ransom goes to give her away he walks over to you, and nearly folds in on your body. With a pat on his arm, you let him know how good he’s doing.

The ceremony was cute and lighthearted. Until the vows. Aster takes one look at Beck to know that this is going to be a tear jerker, and she’s not ready.

“Aster,” she shakes her head no. “Don’t start that,” everyone in the audience gives a little chuckle. “I know this is killing you because you have no control over what I’m going to say. I could keep this real simple and just say I love you, and I could give this big long speech of what I vow to do, but honestly it’s not enough. I fell for you without knowing you. I met this cute little girl coloring her pumpkins blue, and between her and your dad, they talked about this wonderful woman called Aster Drysdale. That little Ellie grabbed my heart, and she still hasn’t let go. Our first meeting, I got to see the woman that they had been talking about, and even though I was falling from words alone, they didn’t do you justice. You’re a pain in my ass, Ellie, Owie has my dollar for that. You’re so stubborn, and such a perfectionist that you know when something in the house has been moved. But that’s just what people get to see. What I see is this woman who guards her feelings because she wants to be taken seriously. A woman who has me and Ellie on a tight schedule, but we have all this time together in the evening, because all our tasks are completed. A woman that puts me and Ellie above herself, so we have to make sure you have time for you. I don’t deserve to be in yours in Ellie’s life, but, Pumpkin you stop that crying,” Beck looks down at Ellie who stands right beside her mom.

“Do I have to move back with Icy?”

“No Eliana, because I’m not just marrying your mom.”

“Moonbeam you stop.”

“I knew when I was ready to stop doing missions I found my girls. I have never hated being in space more in my life. Never wanted a mission to be over. And it was your faults,” Ellie gives a giggle up to Beck. “I love you both so much, and you’re making me the happiest man,” Beck stops when he hears obnoxious crying. “Owie Bowie is crying like a baby.”

“I am.”

“I don’t even care that I have to marry that idiot either.”

“You do, we go together,” Owin cries even more.

“Shh, Beck is telling me how wonderful I am,” Aster whispers looking around Beck.

“You are my beautiful Starlight. The wonderful thing in all the Galaxy and I’ve been to the moon.”

Aster stares up at him, trying to calm herself to get the words out. She looks down at Ellie who just smiles up at her mom, “Chris, no, I’m still calling you Beck. I don’t know how the stars aligned to bring you here to me, Joshie you and Creed stop.”

“I’m sorry Az,” Creed chuckles knocking his friend’s shoulder. “You would say written in the stars for the moon man.”

“Yes. Now hush,” Aster takes a deep breath but is so thankful for the random giggling. “I’m not good at this shit, Ellie, Owie has a dollar from me too. I’m not, you’re not marrying me because I’m mushy though. But I don’t know how we happened. I mean I do, but we’re not talking about that,” you elbow Ransom when a deep growl emits from his throat.

“I didn’t believe in fairy tales. Not the happily ever after or the meeting the man I’m going to marry when I’m a kid. There’s two back there that did. But me? I thought I wanted it, I wasn’t ready then. Because it wasn’t you. I have no doubt that you were made for me, Beck. We work perfectly because you calm my ass down.”

“Sheesh, mommy with the potty mouth. Owie that’s three dollars.”

Beck reaches over and dabs at her tears. “I didn’t realize how happy love would make me, until Ellie, and then you came along and here I am again smiling. I have fun. I’m not a rigid bitch.”

“Aster! I’m going broke here.”

“I’m sorry. You know I have Ransom’s mouth.”

“Hey!” everyone turns and looks at Ran. “Fine. She’s carved out of my ass. Owie you covering me, too?”

“If Mrs. D saves a dance for me.”

“Beck, this is our life. Distractions, chaos, but at the root of it; people that love me so much, and when they fell for you too, I knew. They love you so much, and they don’t like anybody. You’re it. You’re my moon.”

“And you’re my world.”

“And you two are cheesy. Kiss already, I need a beer. Joshie needs some whiskey,” Creed clears his throat. “The big guy needs a vodka. Go on. Power invested in me. Do it!”

“I’ll be cheesy with you any day. And take the boys any day. But let’s kiss and you become my wife.”

“Not yet,” the officiant says pushing them apart. “By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” with a big smile Beck pulls her in to kiss Aster. Holding onto her tightly he dips her. Ransom watches, but starts clearing his throat.

“Thatta boy Beck!! Get cha girl and get her outta my hair!”

“You’re doing a good job of pissing of your dad. Maybe we should talk about this,” Joshua adds with a smirk.

“Aster Sapphire that’s enough!” Ransom grouses.

“Do not full name me, daddy. But next time make sure to add the Beck.”

Masterlist

[abarbaricyalp]

Do you have any good angsty with happy ending fic recs? ;3

Hi there! Not my favorite genre/trope because I don't like to be sad but I think I have a few that fit the bill!

For all of these, please heed the tags. Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all that. Some are super intense and some are much milder. Please read descriptions and tags carefully on AO3!

Leverage by KellyScams @thebestpersonherelovesbucky

Rating: Mature // Warnings: None apply but I'm going to put a tw for technically non-physical torture

This is the only fic I've read that's incorporated Valentina and I don't know if I can read anyone else's Valentina at this point. She's so in character and well written. Basic gist is Bucky being used as leverage against Sam with POV from the both of them throughout. I love Bucky's characterization and Sam's intensity. All around great fic.

(The author has a whole whump series that I need to go back through and read, so there's more if you also fall in love with this fic!)

Longing by @elwenyere

Rating: Mature // Warnings: None apply

This fic, y'all. It's so soft. It's Bucky POV but pretty focused on Sam, which is rare to find. Sam gets trapped in a kind of memory loop and Bucky has to get him out. I love all the memories we see from Sam. I love Bucky's reaction to them. The snark between the two of them is perfection. Such a solid fic. Definitely one of the tamer ones on this list as well.

The Kitchen Incident by chase_acows @ cowsalot on here (it's not linking for some reason :/)

Rating: Teen // Warnings: None apply

So silly. Your honor, they're stupid. I love the friendship between Steve and Bucky in this fic and I love the way the reader gets to see this relationship between Bucky and Sam bloom on the page (Bucky wears Sam's USAF sweatshirt 🥺😍) The snark is strong with this one and the feelings are so earnest once they come bursting out. Good communication (when they decide to communicate)

Except it Abide in the Vine by spitandvinegar

Rating: Mature // Warnings: Creator chooses not to warn (tw: for body horror) Locked to non-users

I reread this fic, like, once every six months. I love it so much. It's so beautiful and quiet and soft, while being loud and rough and hard too. It's a multiverse-esque story (published several years (??? i'm ancient) before the current multiverse of madness mcu shennigans) where Bucky and Sam lose Steve, pick up an extra Bucky and then have to reunite various Steves, Sams, and Buckys (and a Natasha) with their respective partner across a multitude of universes, settings, and time periods. It's not strictly Sam/Bucky because there are a million relationships happening, but I love it and the core of the story is Sam/Bucky working together and keeping each other held up. All the characterization is so good, all the new Sams, Buckys, Steves are so good.

double back by flowermasters

Rating: E // Warnings: None apply

A time loop fic where Sam gets stuck in 1943. So good, so tense. I'm such a sucker for time loop stories and this one is very well executed. There's so much tension in it as far as the time loop goes that you feel like you're suffocating with Sam sometimes. The characterization is so good. The 'learning to interact with someone you know but who doesn't know you yet' is so good.

What the light gives by ElleBishop @blogland-total-landscaping

Rating: E // Warnings: Creator chooses not warn (heed the tags)

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. This STORY. It's so real and intense and in character. It made my chest feel like I'd scooped everything out of it until I hit rib bone. It's so good. It's about Bucky and Sam's self-destructive habits and it's so good. It's a travesty this masterpiece doesn't have more kudos because it's astounding.

Access Granted by @suaine

Rating: Teen // Warnings: None apply

This is not a traditional angsty fic but damn if my heart didn't hurt for this little robot throughout. The fic follows Sam and Bucky as they get to know each other from the time Sam boots up the new vibranium suit and wings through several weeks (months?) after. The catch? It's told entirely from Redwing's perspective. And told very well. It's a mix of Redwing trying to access files/code new missions/other techy stuff and a really pretty prose that never forgets it's a robot relaying the information. It's so cute and wonderful and so tender. I love this robot so much and this robot loves Sam and Bucky even more

And I'm just gonna leave my own fics here Inhale My Soul (coming back from the blip), Quiet Birds Circling in Flight (Sam and Bucky consider Steve’s cenotaph) and Tying Me to You (red string of fate from CA: TWS to the first episode of TFATWS) Both rated T, no archive warnings apply to either

Wow I just realized you never specified Sam/Bucky. I can probably dig out some stucky too (or pynch if you're from the other side of my blog!)

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part 10 of "Tamura Makes a Friend!" this is the part where episode 10 of the anime would be adapted into the ficlet, but uh, kinda redundant. so parts 10 and 11 are gunna be POV switches! guess who's POV it is now nd you'll get a cookie!

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There lies a small pocket dimension in between the many timelines and realities of the World, a small anomoly that is free from time's flow and unbidened by space's restrictions. It exists in a Void of Inbetween, and houses an establishment meant to cater and recuperate a specific clientele.

Akemi Homura was once an innocent little girl, plagued with health complications and misery. She finds herself here - under the misnomer of Akuma Tamura - along with many other versions of herself, all different yet all the same.

Tamura had been resting in the Bar with her other temporal-defying and spacial-rending friends, friends she has met before and never has nor ever will. They had found themselves here in a land ment only for Akemi Homura, when their own had given her life for them - or when one of them straight up murdered the time traveler.

They had been talking about everything and nothing, when the front doors slid open to another Akemi. This Akemi was very different from all the others, however, even more so than Tamura herself.

This Akemi was a girl who had always claimed to visit to and from realities in which they should not exist. She had claimed to see world's where Madoka and Sayaka had swapped roles, where Momoe Nagisa and Chitose Yuma raised Mami and Kyouko in a reversal of age, where friends lives where altered to become each other's.

She also claimed to live lives where their cause for fighting, for living, did not exist.

She was called Anomolous Homura, or Anomoly for short.

Anomoly had taken a seat next to Tamura, an often reserved seat for Put Together at 14 Homura, and ordered her usual cola and beer drink. No one ever asked her for her tales in the Multiverse for they never expected nor experienced what she claims to be real.

Only a certain Quartet ever did listen.

"Hey Noms, how'd it go this time? Was I a lead role in some sorta isekai timeline?" Kyouko always did her best to raise moral and levity, not wanting a Witch to hatch; Everyone agreed that Kriemhild Gretchen would pale to whatever Demon is born from an entire Multiverse of Akemis.

"Perhaps it was the one where Sakura-san's comedy routine finally picked up steam?" Mami kept an air of relaxation and reality around her, acting as the wisest Big Sister to exist. It helped whenever an Akemi needed a hug or be told they were doing good.

"Maybe she went back to the one where everyone was swapped again? How was I in that time, if you did go there?" Sayaka was more subdued than her usual self, an air of melenvholy and wearyness in her hunched shoulders and slouched frame.

"I... I went to..." Huh, usual Anomoly had looser lips after her first sip. "I went to... one of her timelines..."

Oh.

Just as there was a Homura that Won, the Winner, there too was a Homura Who Always Lost. The Loser wasn't around often, throwing herself into the loops more often than any other Akemi. Whenever she did it was always the same story.

"She's gone... I can't find her... she's never there..."

One didn't need to guess what it meant for an Akemi to lose in the timeloops.

"Wait, so you saw someone else right? If there wasn't a Madoka then it was someone else, right?" Ah Kyouko, blunt force trauma against the lack of tact. To be fair she was really the only one with the sanity to think up possible failed timelines; she works minimum wage after all!

"Yeah, but it wasn't someone I recognized. Didn't know who she was, so I just ignored her until Walpurgisnacht arrived. But that's the worst thing about the timeline.

"Walpurgisnacht didn't show up either, she didn't even exist!"

...

...

Akemi Homura was hunched over her table, the bright white of her apartment set to glow a dull grey over the modern European interior. Many of the holo projectors would have information on the Witches currently known in this timeline's Magical Girl Watch, or any MGs willing to share intel, and the monitors did have data on them.

It was the lack of one specific Witch that led to Homura spiralling into a deep depression since March.

She had thought that in a world without Walpurgisnatch it would be easy to keep her beloved safe and happy, to prevent her from throwing her life away with a contract. Yet... everything that's happened, ever since she met Aingel...

This is certainly an odd development, Akemi Homura.

That creature...

Lifting herself up Homura saw the Incubator, Kyubey, perched on the couches that surrounded the center table. The albino feline fox sat on its haunches, playing into the role of a cat as it licked a front paw.

Your actions have been quite contradictory over these past five weeks. Ever since your arrival there have been a number of odd inexplicable outcomes to many of the past confrontations.

Your brief meetings with Tomoe Mami, Miki Sayaka, and the girl who desired that I refer to her as No Name had laid the foundation for quite a discovery. Despite your attempts to maintain your distance between the four children, your continued involvement with their affairs has exponentially increased the potential of those two candidates. The karmic destiny that ties themselves to each other had grown at an incredible rate, it still confounds me as to how such a possibility could occurr.

Do you have answer to explain such an anomoly, Akemi Homura?

This fucking rat...

Making a show of her rage Homura lunged towards the Incubator, strangling the windpipe of the vessel it used as a proxy. Letting all of her anger at this timeline, at the Incubator fuel her, the Time Traveler spoke one single word.

"Leave."

Akemi Homura sat alone in her bedroom, a spartan decor that consisted of nothing more than a bed and wardrobe. The past week's events have left her exhausted, the Tragedy of Sayaka having drained the bruenette of all her energy. Homura flooped back in her bed before shifting out of uniform. Before sleep called for her a black mass of fur curled up into her side, and she placed a hand on the little creature's hide.

...

...

April 30th. The day that Mitakihara would become nothing more than a crator on the coast of Japan. A typhoon would arrive off the ocean currents and buildings would topple over, the winds uplifting landmarks and entire chunks of the city.

Yet Akemi Homura found herself standing in the middle of the same bridge she's stood on many times before, waiting for Walpurgisnacht, or whatever monstrosity that will take its place to arrive. She stared out at the horizon as boats docked at the warfs, cars drove up and down the many streets, people walking with friends and families.

This city... this world will fall to the dark...

It wasn't often Homura humoured herself with trivial thoughts or desires, but after everything in this loop she's allowed herself one piece of freedom. The Time Traveler wore a purple button up - tastefully unbottoned at the ends - with a black jacket draped over her shoulders, a pair of jeans that hugged her legs but still breathed freely, and the pair of heeled combat boots she made herself.

She always wanted to see what the point was in throwing off jackets or shirts in dramas.

Footsteps approached her from aside, the bruenette already knowing who it was; they agreed to meet up in the morning, after a tense video call that was overseen by Kaname Junko.

Aingel was wearing a navy blue coat over a black turtleneck and a grey hakama styled skirt. Her face was near ashen, bags poorly covered up with a pair of sunglasses, her hair pulled back into a ponytail with her blue ribbon. Homura didn't need to see her eyes to know they were holding back tears.

"... There is so much that I want to say to you, so much that I want to ask from you. But I know... it's all pointless in the end. Just... were you ever going to tell us, tell me about everything? Anything at all?"

"... What exactly do you mean by 'anything' Aingel?"

"What do I mean- Maybe something about how Witches were created? How Soul Gems were actually souls in glass bottles? Just- anything, at all, to help them before they- before they..."

"If you truly wanted to save them Aingel, you would've mentioned somethinf yourself. Early in the month, Miki Sayaka and Tomoe Mami had rescued you from the Tv Witch. In her labyrinth the Witch forced you to endure your most lainful memories.

"Why were they of little girls, Magical Girls, killing each other and themselves?"

The foreigner gave out a sharp gasp, the tears flowing as a core memoru of her past resurfaced. Aingel had clenched her fists before slowly reaching up to her eyes, wiping away the tears.

"Those were... from years ago, yes. They were my friends, before they all learned from..." She couldn't say anything else, words escaping her as sobs wretched out of her throat. Homura merely stared as the blonde forced herself to lean on the bridge's railing.

"You are a pitiable girl, Aingel. You speak as if though you had expected me to try and come clean to fools whouldn't break from the truth." It was a thing that had bothered Homura actually. Over the course of this entire loop, the foreigner had rhe knowledge and experience to realize that this fate was inevitable. So why had she not said anything to the people she actually cared about.

Why did she try to pin the responsibility on Homura?

"What does it truly say about you, knowing what you remember and yet you refused to save your friends. Tell me why I should answer any of your questions if you continue to act as a hypocrite?" It's about time Homura got some answers about the anomoly. This was an awful loop, one with nothing to show for. There wasn't even anything useful from this timeline that she could make use of in future loops. All she had were constant reminders of Madoka's absence, of her immediate failure, and of the inevitable departure from this world.

"You... You want to know why I tried to get you to say something? Because believe it or not Homura, I know that also already knew, way before everything started at the mall!" Aingel had removed her sunglasses, blue eyes shining to a near violet with the large rings of pink coated in tears. "I knew that you knew, cause I've been having dreams- having memories that don't belong to me just fill my head!

"I thought it was a fluke when we first met, on that little street, but then they just kept coming! I kept seeing you, and Sayaka, and Mami, even Kyouko! And there was another girl wirh you-" What?! "that wore pink and white and had a bow. You were always standing before me and- and... It hurt. Those dreams hurt to have, because I knew there was only one way that could happen. So tell me Akemi Homura, who are you?!

"Who are you to me?! Who am I to you?!"

Aingel had took hard and deliberate steps towards the bruenette, eyes shaking as they searched for some hidden answer with Homura's own violets. She lunged her hands out grabbed the other girl by the collar, bringing Homura up close and on her toes. This girl... this anomoly...

"Who am I? Who am I?! If anyone has the right to ask that question, it is me, Aingel!" Homura grabbed onto the blonde's arms, forcing the girl to let go otherwise she'd lose them. "I have been trying to figure out just exactly who you are, and why you exist. You may not believe me, but that fifth girl? That is my best friend, and I have been spending the batter half of a decade trying to save her! But to my surprise in her place was you!

"I have lived through this same month and a half, these same six weeks in nearly the exact same way, with minor to unnoticable deviations. Then I wake up one day to find my beloved has disappeared, almost as if she had never existed at all! And in her place was you, someone who did not and should not exist!

"So tell me, who are you?! Who are you to demand I give answers to the person who has made my life's goal impossible?!" Homura had shoved the blonde back off of herself, punting the spot where Aingel's leg was still tender. The blonde staggered before falling to her good knee, head forced to look up at Homura by a hand around her neck.

The Time Traveler had lost herself in a rage that she thought was long dormant, thoughts she had locked away now left to run rampant in her mind. She stared down at the girl beneath her - eyes stared up at her with fear and despair, anticipating the end - before letting go of the neck she nearly rung. Homura planted her hands on the bridge's railing, metal bending underneath her grip. A low laugh brought her out of her fugue.

"He... Hehe... Heha ha ha! You're right... I'm nothing, I'm nobody... I don't have any right to butt in the lives of my friends. The friends I love and care for, who had thrown their lives away!" Aingel's face... Homura has seen an angrh and even furious Aingel before.

She's never seen so much concentratwd Wrath on her face before.

"I only tried to do the right thing... but I guess that's just not how things go around in the World. Fine then... keep your secrets Akemi Homura... I'll die with my own." The blonde had knocked her head back to look up and-

That smile. That wide, chesire manic smile...

It was like...

"Goodbye Homura. I'd say it was nice knowing you, but I don't really know you well enough to bonestly say that. Hope you have better luck next time... when I don't exist. At least you'll have people who'll miss you when you keep them alive, and fail!

"I won't have anyone, because of you!"

Akemi Homura merely stood back as Aingel ran down the bridge, the blue fading away into the city. The Time Traveler went back to lean on the rails, staring out at the rising sun.

"... You're wrong Aingel... I'd miss you..."

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wowza I wrote that huh? also I know I left ir a bit pacifistic, but u can imagine whatever u think happened after Homura grabbed Kyubey's neck. anyways, tune in next time where we get a look at the Foreigner's POV of that day and previous night!

also we get a new character added in part 11! i may have given 'em a lil cameo here too...

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YOU.

[sunlightwoo]

Going High

☀︎ pairing: sunwoo x reader

☀︎ genre: summer fling au,  fluff, some angst, theme is kinda like the one that got away type of thing?

☀︎ wc: 1.7k

☀︎ plot: summer flings are meant to be flings, nothing more than what it should’ve been known for. however you somehow found yourself reminiscing all those times that you have encountered the red headed boy that always took your breath away at the beach house you find yourself going to whenever you wanted a breather from the hard life you endured.

☀︎ a/n: before i say anything else and forget, there is a section between the breaks that is all italicized and in quotes!! that’s just a long dialogue of sunwoo’s pov of their relationship from the cassette tape. secondly: i hope that you guys liked this piece even though i feel as though it wasn’t my best HOGSJNGshuo it was really fun writing this though and would like to thank @atbzkingdom​​ for hosting the lovely collab with the other amazing writers in it!! be sure to check out everyone’s works as well in the link to the collab masterlist!!

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The smell of the salty beach air fills your nose as the sun is slowly setting in the scenery in front of your eyes, your own body slightly leaning against the railing that was underneath your arms on the balcony at your beach house. You think that this might be the one place that you could call your comfort space.

Memories of being in the exact spot over the years come to mind as you reminisced all of them, wondering how long it has been since you had last been here. Was it a year? Maybe three?

You decide to head back into your room when you notice something sticking out from the floorboard that you didn’t notice earlier. Walking over towards it, you looked to see that there was a box that was visibly hidden underneath the floorboard, making you lean down to take it out from the loose wood and bring it out to your lap.

Opening it up while sitting on the floor, you noticed the various polaroids and notes that were in there along with a cassette tape that was taped against the box. You looked at it in confusion, not knowing where it had originated from or what it could’ve contained but you assumed it had once belonged to you in the past.

Getting up to play it on the cassette player that was on your desk, you carefully inserted it and plugged in your headphones before pressing play, waiting for whatever audio to appear as you flipped through the familiar polaroids. Brinks of red paint your eyes as you wonder who the red headed male in the photos with you were, your mind looking for the answers that you had needed when suddenly a deep voice interrupts you from your thoughts.

“Hey sweetheart, did you miss me?”

Your eyes widened as it finally clicked in your head who it was, hearing the evident smirk in his voice mirroring the one that you were staring at in one of the polaroids. Kim Sunwoo, better known to be your first love, as you can recall clearly from your past memories. He was the one person that happened to be your escapist from the real world after the many times you sought out this house as your getaway from your family and school.

“By the time that you’re listening to this, it must’ve been a while then since I never told you about this tape.”

He was right.

The last time that you saw him was back in 2017, which was roughly four years from how much you could remember. That was your last year of college, and you could remember all of the days that you had spent with him, endless mornings and starry nights that you stayed up for and got away from the reality that you had faced when you left him.

You wonder if he was doing well without you, knowing that you were the one that left him first.

“I don’t think I’m doing okay without you, sweetheart,” His voice vibrates from a pitied chuckle that left his chest as you could feel your heart clench in your chest at how sad his smile must’ve been while recording this.

“You were asking a lot when you told me to wait for you when you’ve finally answered my question from that night. Do you still remember it?”

“Of course I do,” You say out loud as if he were with you right now to hear your response, and you were brought back to the last memories of him that year before you left him once again.

“I hated myself for it because of how much I had hurt you, Sunwoo.”

“I remember the first time that we had met at the beach house. You thought that I was an intruder, when I had only come over to welcome you into the area knowing that the previous owners of it happened to be your distant family members.

There were tales that they used to tell me before you had arrived, different praises and stories that made you seem as though you were a cold person that only kept their nose into a book for fun. However, I think it was that first night where you had proven me wrong by being the complete opposite of what I had assumed of you.

And I think that’s when I might’ve fallen in love with you.

From all the nights that we spent stargazing, to all the times we messed around in the early mornings of sunrise by slashing water at the shorelines, to the campfires with the boys that we’d whisper our secrets to… I think I knew that I had fallen in love with you that night when we kissed under the moonlight of a full moon… until you had asked me about playing a game.

The long game, sweetheart… I think that was one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard from your mouth, considering you were, ya know, the smarter one. You knew that I loved you in that moment, and I think that was the reason why you pushed me away from getting even closer to you by wanting to keep in touch with you after you leave this time around.

Was it something that I shouldn’t have done?

You haven’t been here in over a year now, and I miss you, sweetheart. Maybe I should’ve just let you go and keep whatever we had a summer fling, but I can’t help but wonder if you ever felt the same sparks that I felt every time we came close with one another.

That’s my question to you, in which I just want to know the simple answer to.

I don’t care how long it may take to get your answer, whether it be months after hearing this, or a couple years. Hell you can be married already, and I’d rather just let it be told that it was just me that had felt all the highs and the warm feelings of being free whenever we were together.

You already know where to find me, Y/N… and I’ll be waiting there whenever you figure it out on your own terms.

The moment that you hear the sound of a click of the cassette player finally stopping, you realized that your cheeks were wet as you moved your hand back up to wipe the tears away from your face. You couldn’t tell when you started to cry, but you sat in your chair while staring at the sunset that was setting outside of your balcony, thinking about the available choices that you were given in the moment that you were in.

For one part of your heart, there was the fear of him just being a fling that scared you; the fact that he was the one person that you had always relied on every summer when you came to get relief and happened to be available at the time. However, you also pondered about how much love you had felt with him, knowing that you had never been able to find someone like him in the reality of your world that had loved you the way that he did, made you feel as though you were high on cloud nine the way that he had.

Getting up from your chair almost abruptly, you grabbed your phone and made your way out to the familiar cliffs that weren’t too far away from the beach house.  The entire time that you had speed walked over to them had been filled with nervous thoughts and many ways to come up with the right words to say if he were to be there.

You weren’t even sure if he was still going to be there in the first place, cause you felt as though you had waited for too long in order to find the answer to the question.

You make it to the cliffs and get a better view of the sunset that was behind the horizons of the ocean, eyes darting across the waters when footsteps are made from behind you. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you hoped that maybe you weren’t just hearing things; if the person that was close was actually him, you weren’t sure what to say to him because of the lump that was caught in your throat.

“It took you long enough to find your answer.” You hear the person say and turn around slowly to see him once again, this time a coat of black painting his hair as it was no longer the bright red you were used to.

There’s a breath that escapes from your lips as you stare at him in a feeling that was similar to relief with the way that he stood in front of you with his hands in his jean pockets. Clad in a simple white tee like you remember seeing before in your polaroids, the small smirk that was so familiar to your heart and eyes was still painted across his lips as he raises an eyebrow at your somewhat disheveled figure.

“Am I too late?” You whisper, watching as he walks over towards you with an amused look and takes your hands into his before placing a chaste kiss on them and then on your lips slightly, making you relish in the memories of you kissing him all those years ago.

He pulls away slightly, eyes bored right into yours as the loud pounding in your chest was evident from how fast your heart was beating, and you had a feeling that he was able to feel it too. However, you were somewhat elated that he was here in front of you again, ready to hear your answer after years of waiting and you wonder if he’d still keep those same feelings just as you did for him.

“Not one second later,” He grins as he held a pinky up in front of you both with a teasing grin on his face just seconds before looping it with your own, “Are we finally done playing the long game?”

“Yeah… We’re finished playing, and my answer is that I love you too.”

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Party Favors P.P

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: When trying to convince Peter to go to a party with you, a few secrets are revealed about a certain web-slinger’s crush, with your dad hanging onto every word. Total fluff here, guys!

Using the prompt: “come on, I can’t go to the party alone!”

Warnings: Nothing terrible, a swear word or two, I think. Just a lot of Flustered!Peter….. Oh, and Liz Allen being a prominent wing woman. Some suggestiveness as well. Sprinkles of angst but ends in fluff

Posted: April 30, 2021

Word Count: 3.2k

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“Pleaseee”, you pleaded, begging your best friend, “pretty please?” Peter Parker, the neighbour hood’s protector, Spiderman, an Avenger and your best friend stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed while he indignantly shook his head.

“Nope. Now way Y/N”

“C’mon, Pete. Just one time? Please, please, please?”

Peter sighed, raising his chocolate brown eyes to meet your Y/E/C eyes. “Is it necessary? Like life and death?”

“Yes! It is! Well, it saves lives and prevents death. And I need your help with this.”

Peter pursed his lips, looking a whole lot like a family member of yours you recently spoke to. “What’s in it for me?”

“Well, for starters, payback… Like the time I had to tell the press that ‘intern’ Peter Parker was doing a brilliant job working for my dad.”

“Yeah, I guess. But could you blame me? Y/N Stark saying to the world that I do a great job working as an intern was a sure way to make Flash shut up.”

“Ah, I get it. You’re just using me for my name!” you said, clasping a hand to your chest, faking hurt. Pretending to wipe off a tear, you whispered sorrowfully, “Another one bites the dust…”

“Uh-huh. And we are sure the amazing Y/N Stark didn’t have fun winding up Flash the next day at school when you strolled in and gave me an Intern Of The Month award in front of him?”

You laughed, remembering the moment fondly. “That was one of your better plans…”

Then you snapped out of your memories, smiling slightly. “Nuh-uh. You don’t get to make me reminisce about cute stories and get out of this deal. It’s happening.”, you said, gesturing to the two of you.

Peter groaned, falling back on your chair. “Dang it. I thought that would distract you for a while. But seriously? Do you want me to get killed?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, walking over to him. “Nobody is going to kill you! The party is at Liz’s house, and you’re Spiderman! Nobody can kill you.” For some reason, Peter face flushed pink when you mentioned Liz’s name.

But then he retorted. “Well, I’m not worried about our classmates. Or my enemies. I’m worried about… Mr Stark.” Peter said this almost worriedly, looking around, eyes locking onto his suit, which he grabbed, throwing it up into his attic.

Doubling over in laughter at his expression, you shakily walked over to your bed, jumping on it. “Why- why would you be afraid of my dad?!”

“Well, he specifically said you aren’t allowed to go to parties, but you want me to go with you to one of the biggest parties of the year.”

“Okay, well… that’s the reason you are coming with me. My dad said, and I quote. If one, just one, smart person attends that party, then you are allowed to go. And that’s where you come in. You are the ‘smart person!”

Peter chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, obviously relieved. “Uh, I don’t think that’s what he meant.”

“Oh, I know. But we are Starks. We never mean what we say.”, you say, backhandedly. “So, are you in?”

“Y/N, you know I love you, but…”

“Peter. I’m so sorry I have to do this, but… I’m going to have to use the best friend card.”

Peter gasped, looking at you in shock. “No, you didn’t.”

“Well, come on, I can’t go to the party alone!” you exclaim, jumping on the bed.

“Why can’t you go alone?”

“Why don’t you like parties?” you shoot back, turning to look at him, admiring the small clusters of freckles that adorn his face.

“I-I like parties. Just not Liz Allen’s parties.”

“Oh really?” you say, propping yourself up on your elbows, “that’s not what I heard when you and Ned went to her party in Freshmen year.”

“That… was different.”

Smiling victoriously, you let out a giggle. “Sure it wassss” He turned bright red again, turning away from you. You felt a pang in your heart, wondering why he was acting strange. “Wait, Peter, do you still like her?” You asked this, feeling your stomach sink down.

He flipped around so quickly; you. were sure he could’ve broken something. “No, NO, not at all.”

You squinted, trying to figure out what was wrong, but gave it up, vowing to figure it out later. “Alright, so will you come with me to the party?”

Peter looked at me, breaking into a grin. “Of course, I shall accompany you to the party, m’lady.”

“Well, thank you so much, my good man.”, you said in a horrible British accent. He smiled at me, his eyes crinkling as he glowed in the evening light. And as the two of you laughed, falling back into the bed, you wondered if you should tell Peter that you liked him.

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Soon, the day of the party arrived, and you honestly couldn’t wait for it. You bought a short dark blue dress, pairing it with some golden accessories and a pair of sneakers. Slipping them on, you headed into the driveway, making sure no one was around before activating your suit, flying off the ground and to Peter’s house. As you arrived, you knocked on the door, shifting from side to side, worried if you had worn too much for a casual party, but you were pleasantly surprised to see Peter dressed up nicely, dark blue jeans and a white shirt, a comfy sweater hanging off his shoulders.

“Woah,” Peter said, looking at you with adoration in his eyes, “you look amazing Y/N!”

You blushed, looking down. “Thanks, Pete, you look great as well.” Peter became red at your comment, not saying anything but holding his arm out to you instead. Looping your elbow through his, you went down to the car where May was going to take you to Liz’s house.

Arriving there, the music was blaring loud, the clinks of glass bottles in the air, while about 50 students and friends stood around the vast house, chatting and drinking.

“Hey guys!” Liz greeted, smiling warmly at us. “Come on in. We have drinks and snacks at the pool, DJ in the living room and a game of truth or dare upstairs.”

“Let’s do truth or dare”, you said, looking at Peter to see if it was alright. He nodded, letting Liz lead the way. Walking upstairs, we came into a guest bedroom, where about ten,eople were sitting in a circle, looking totally wasted.

“Is there alcohol?”, you asked, worried.

Liz laughed. “No no, they just all gotta act drunk. Gave them the dare.”

“Ah alright.” Peter said, glancing at me. Going over, you sat down, seated between Flash and Peter.

“Heyy Penis Parker. Hey there Stark.” He said, spitting out Peter’s fun nickname, but said yours flirtatiously. Almost glaring at him, you muttered back.

“Hello, Flash. What horrible thing are you doing on this evening?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just wondering why you walked in with Penis Parker here and not someone who can actually handle you. And your wealth and fame.”

Scoffing, you turn towards Peter, whose face is almost red with fury. You could see him clenching his fists, which he rarely does. You knew he was minutes away from punching Flash, but you didn’t want to make a whole scene, so you did something you never would have thought to do.

You grabbed Peter’s hand and kissed the back of it, leaning into him. You felt him tense behind you, breathing heavily. “Well Flash, who else would I come with if not the guy I have a crush on? Only seems fair rather than someone who makes a fool out of your best friend.”

Flash’s eyes went wide, looking between Peter and you, but then he cackled. Yeah, you said cackled. It’s what it sounds like. He doubled over, hitting his knee. “No way. I love this. Y/N Stark making Peter Parker, an intern of her multi-billion dollar father, and pretending to date him! There is no way in hell Penis Parker could get someone like you.” Flash said this maliciously, glaring at Peter.

You felt Peter lose his crip on you, taking in a sharp intake of air. “He’s right”, Peter whispered softly into your ear, his voice shaky and choked.

“Peter no!”, but it was too late. He stood up, walking out of the room at lightning speed. You glared at Flash but didn’t wait around, instead of running to find Peter. You ran to the stairs, where you saw him ask MJ where Liz was. Confused why he might want to talk to Liz, you walked down the stairs, staying out of his sights for the moment. You followed him as he walked into Liz’s room, leaving the door ajar. Tiptoeing to stand outside the room, you leaned against the wall, trying to make out what Peter was saying to Liz.

Peter’s POV

I ran down the stairs, quickly asking MJ where Liz was. I could hear someone’s heartbeat loud and clear, but I just assumed that it was my own. Ugh, I hate Flash. But it’s not like he was wrong. Y/N wouldn’t ever like me. She was just being a good friend by sticking up for me to a guy I should’ve beaten up long ago. I could feel my teeth grit together as I walked to Liz’s bedroom, knocking.

“Hey Peter, what’s wrong?”

I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand. Explaining to her what happened, she sat me down on the bed, rubbing my back. I could see the fury in her eyes when I told her about Flash.

“I have half a mind to go out and kick him out of my house.”

“It’s fine. But how do I tell her?”

Liz thought for a moment, and then lowered her voice down a bit, quickly glancing over to the door. Scruching my eyebrows, I wondered why she was now whispering but went along with it.

“Why don’t you pretend I’m Y/N. Tell her how you feel. Trust me, she will say yes.”

“Uh okay”, I said, not having too much of a problem, since I had this infront of the mirror dozens of times. “Hey-y. I just wanted to tell you something. I really really like you!”

“Louder”, Liz said, looking at me then at the door.

“Um, I really like you. Well, not just like. I literally love you. I love the way that you are sweet and charming, but also hard and firm. You look like a goddess, whether you are working out or going out in the city. Whenever you come over next to me, my senses go crazy because I am just so in love with you. I know you probably don’t think of me this way, but I had to get it off my chest.”

I finished rambling, when I saw Liz’s wide eyes. “Why? Was that too much?” I was worried, standing up quick.

Liz saw my expression, shaking her head hard. “No no, you’re good. But you gotta come with me right now. I-um know a way to get you and Y/N to like each other by the end of today”

Grabbing my hand, she pulled me up, pulling me quickly through the crowd, into a small closet at the end of the hall. “Okay, wait here”, she said, running off. I stood there, bouncing from side to side, wondering what Liz was doing. But I got my answer quite quickly when she ran back, basically pulling Y/N. “Come here!”, she said, pushing her to me.

“Okay, guys. I hope you two don’t hate me but this has to be done”, was all Liz said before she threw open the door behind us, pushing us both in with shocking strength and closing us in darkness. I reached to open the door but found it locked.

Y/N’s POV

Peter looked at the door, then glanced back at me. “It’s locked”, he said simply, scratching his neck, something he did when he was nervous.

“No shit sherlock. But did you forget, you are Spiderman? Just break it.”

He shook his head, mumbling something about not wanting to break Liz’s stuff. You rolled your eyes, sighing. You rummaged through your pocket, finding a small hairpin. Pushing him aside, you jammed it in, nudging it around until you heard a little click.

“There, it’s now open”, you said sarcastically, leaning back.

“Woah, I’ve never seen you do that!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t usually break open locks, do I?”

Peter picked up on your attitude, leaning back as well, sitting on the floor, making me look at him expectantly.

“Why don’t you just go back to your girlfriend?” you said bitterly, turning away from Peter. He scrunched his eyebrows, confused.

“What girlfriend?” he asked, trying to make space in the small closet.

“Liz. I heard you telling her how much you loved her earlier. An entire freaking speech if I remember correctly.”

He looked confused until his eyes lit up in recognition. “Wait-you thought, what- me and Liz, huh?”

“Yeah, aren’t you and Liz together? Or did she turn you down?”

Peter chuckled, eyes softening as he looked at me. “I don’t love Liz. I don’t even like her. What you heard earlier was Liz helping me out. Practising if you might.”

“Who was Liz pretending to be?”, you asked, disappointed.

“Well, she is smart, kind, badass and absolutely ethereal. She has such a strong spirit and is great at bringing people up. I have loved her for three years. Which, ironically, is how much time we have been best friends. By the way, her dad’s also Tony Stark”, Peter says this, coming closer to you, one hand coming up to hold your cheek gingerly. Searching in your eyes for confirmation, he leaned closer slowly, giving you enough time if you wanted to move away, but you didn’t, instead of moving up the last few inches and making your lips collide with his.

Time stopped as you pressed your lips together, hand finding its way to his curls, roughly holding on to them, while Peter held your waist, not wanting to let you go. You could’ve kissed Peter forever, but the need for oxygen became too much.

Pulling away from Peter, you rested your forehead on his, smiling contently. “I love you”, Peter whispered, cupping your face lightly, holding you at arm’s length.

Giving a small laugh at his nervousness, you kissed him softly, feeling him relax against you. “I love you too, Peter Parker.”

Peter grinned back at me with his signature smile, but the moment ended when we heard a loud bang from outside. “What the hell?” you exclaimed, running to the door; Peter following your footsteps. You could see Peter from the corner of your eye pull his shirt back slightly, revealing a pair of web-shooters he had underneath. Pushing a hand inside your pocket, you could feel the silver ring you carried with you. Slipping it on, you held your thumb over it, waiting for the moment to activate your suit. But when you and Peter burst outside, hands up to fight, you saw your dad, pacing the area, right now talking to a very scared looking Flash.

“Where is my daughter? You have one minute until I blast you off the face of this planet. And trust me when I say it, because bitch please, I’ve been to space.”

Covering your mouth with your hand to stifle your laughter, you walked closer, coming up behind your dad. “I think I might know where your daughter is”, you say in a solemn voice.

Tony whirled around quickly, looking you up and down. Pulling me into a hug for a second, he let go as soon as he did, holding you at arm’s length. “Why the heck are you at this party?!” he asked firmly.

“Well, dear father, you did say that at least one smart person had to be at this party, and that’s why,” you moved out of your dad’s grip, pushing Peter forward, “he is here.”

Peter came forward awkwardly, waving at Tony. “Hey, Mr Stark. How are you and Ms Potts?”

Tony nodded at Peter, clasping his hand on his shoulder. “We’re fine, Underoos. How are you and my daughter? You didn’t try anything with her, did you?”

Peter spluttered, mumbling at your dad. “N-n,o of course not Mr Stark. I-I respect and lo-love your daughter very much. We just kissed for a bit- and I mean, it felt terrific- wait, that’s not why I’m with her. I’m not wi-with her for her beauty. I mean-she i-is beautiful, but I don’t want that. Wait-uh-”

Giggling at what Peter was saying, you threaded your fingers through his own, squeezing them to give him some strength and to tell him to shut up before he said anything else. Tony sighed, giving an ‘I’m too old for this shit’ face.

“Okay, thank you for telling me about your love life, kiddo, but I’d rather not hear it. Both of you, meet me in the car. We can stay at the compound today, and I’ll tell Happy to text May.”

Tony turned around, walking to the car, while you and Peter stood there in shock. “Do you think he’ll let us sleep in the same room?” you asked Peter, nudging him playfully.

“NO”, your dad shouted from across the street, turning to look back at Peter, doing the ‘I’m watching you’ sign. Peter visibly gulped from beside you, making you chuckle.

“Hey! Peter, Y/N!” Liz called out, running from inside the house. “I saw your dad. Are you heading home?”

Nodding defeatedly, you confirmed it. She smiled lightly before telling us to wait here, running back in. In a minute, she ran back out, a small bag in each hand. “Here, a small return gift.”

“Aw, thanks, Liz!” Peter said, smiling at her.

She smirked. “You’ll like it even better when you find out what I put in yours, Peter. For a fact, both of you can use it.” She winked at us, making me worried.

“Wait, you what did you-”

“Face masks. Get your mind out of the gutter Y/N”, Liz said, laughing. Peter scoffed from beside me, laughing as well.

“Anyway, gotta go, Liz. See you at school.” Hugging the girl goodbye, you and Peter made your way to the car.

“That was nice of Liz”, Peter commented, looking up at the stars.

“Yeah, but I got my party favour”, you said simply, putting your hand in Peter’s, pulling him down to give him one sweet kiss under the night sky.

“HEY HEY HEY, NO KISSING INFRONT OF ME!” Tony yelled from the car.

“Wait, how did Mr Stark know we're together?”

“YOUR SUIT OBVIOUSLY!”, Tony yelled, getting the car upfront.

Peter groaned, banging his head against the window. “I knew it!”

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From a Distance (E.Pettersson x Reader)

Chapter 5

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A/N: I have finally graduated!! now I have time so I can work on this until its finished, and trust me, it won't take too long, I'll release the other chapters on a faster, more regular basis since I don't have much else to do, and cause I've had the plan and ideas for the rest of this story for so long. I thank you for your patience with me and I hope y'all love it!! And as always Ash is my savior and I love her @imagines-r-s

change in POV is signalized by:

Y/N= regular ELIAS= italics

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Warnings: cursing, Mentions of Psych, baby & baby talk, loving of dogs, goalie being essentially psychic

Words: 3.3k

Summary: some reflecting on prior events happens.

Well, it has been quite the day for you. You never would have thought anything like this could have happened. “Freaking out” isn’t strong enough to describe your current state. You need to talk to someone, god you’re so happy right now. So you call Quinn.

“Hey, Quinny!”

“Sup Y/N/N?” he answers

“I’m picking up from work, and I'm about to head home, where you will be there too, with a bottle of our favorite wine and some take-out.”

“Got it, something important happened?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” you still couldn't stop smiling.

“Ok how important, expensive wine or REALLY expensive wine?”

“Uhhh in between,” you decided.

“Ahhh ok, can't wait. See you there, bye!!”

“Bye, Huggy”

You finish packing up and text Brock to tell him that you and Quinn are having a wine night, to make sure he knows to be somewhere else.

As you’re walking out, you call Holly.

“Hey, Babe!”

“Howdy!”

“God I always forget you interned in Dallas,” she says laughing.

“You pick that shit up quickly, I’m telling you. even the Fins were saying 'y'all'"

“So what’s up?” She asks.

“Are you free tonight, cause I have some very big news so it’s a wine night.”

“Umm, let me see if Bo wants to have the guys over and watch Gunnar” you hear her call her husband and ask him. “He said sure!”

“Okie Dokie! Text Quinn that you’re coming too, so he knows to get your usual from the take-out place” you tell her.

“Will do, and Y/N/N?" she says before you hang up.

“Yep?”

“Do you want me to grab ice cream?” She asks, already knowing your answer.

“Of course!”

“Ok, see you there” she hangs up.

You drive home jamming out to your music, as everyone should. You still can’t believe what happened today. It feels like it happened last week but it also feels like you never left that break room. Hopefully, Elias won’t mind that you’re telling Quinn and Holly. As long as you tell them not to say anything to the other guys, all should be well.

Once you get home, the dogs greet you at the door, “Oh hi! Hi sweeties! Oh yes, yes hi Coolieee, oh you’re such a cutie,” you drop your bags and get down on your knees to get on their level. When you get on your knees, Milo knows it means you want him to hug you, so he hops up and puts his paws on your shoulders. “Hi, hi, hi, oh thank you for the hugs. Oh yes auntie loves you soooooo much mmwwaaa”

Quinn is there and has everything set up and ready to go, so you change into your sweats and grab your blanket, and sit next to Quinn on the couch, grabbing your glass of wine and food before you sit down. Now you just have to wait for Holly

“Sooo, what’s the news?” Quinn asks you.

“Holly isn’t here yet, we have to wait.”

”Oh so it’s that good?” He raises his eyebrows.

“What do you mean?” You question, taking a sip of your wine.

“Well, when the news isn’t that important you usually don’t care if she hears it after me, or I hear it after her. But when it’s super important news, you have the other one wait.”

“Hmm, well then yeah. It’s pretty fuckin’ great, I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling for like 5 hours.”

Just then Holly comes in the door with Gus under one arm and a grocery bag full of ice cream in her other hand, “hi puppies, yes I have your friend with me”

“Oh! Hi Burton!!” You say with your puppy voice.

“Ok, why do you call him Burton? I never understood that.”

“It’s from one of my favorite shows!” You exclaim

“Y/N/N I don’t know if you know this but you, your brother, and Quinn all have like 50 “favorite TV shows” I’m gonna need you to say more than that,” she says to you as she grabs her food from the counter, and heads to the couch. She sits on the side of you not occupied by Quinn.

“Ok, rude,” Quinn sassed.

“It’s from Psych. One of the main characters is called Gus, but his first name is Burton, and the police chief and one of the detectives calls him by his full name which is Burton Guster, so there.”

“Got it.”

“Ok, Holly no more distractions,” Quinn starts, sticking his tongue out at her, she returns the gesture. “So what’s the important news?”

“Oh, you didn’t tell him yet! So it’s really important!” she says.

“Hmm, I guess I do do that,” you realize, “I would actually like you guys to guess” you take a bite of your food, smugly. Knowing neither of them would even have an idea of what to guess.

“Hmmm,” Quinn hums, he looks like he has a mischievous grin “does it have to do with a certain Swede?”

“Wha-“ you choke on your bite of food, Quinn is giggling at your reaction, “the fuck? How’d you know that?”

“Well umm, a certain brother of yours may have asked me if he should do that plan.”

“Why would you do that?’ you whined, upset at your friends for teaming up on you. You couldn’t imagine what you would’ve done if that plan didn’t work out the way it did today.

“Did it work?” He asked with a grin.

“That’s not the point, asshole!”

“See but it worked! He doesn’t hate you anymore, now you can flirt your ass off and make him see you as more than a friend” he tells you.

You laugh, he has no idea what happened in that break room.

“Ok, I’m out of the loop here, what happened?” Holly interjects

“Ok, well my idiot brother and apparently my asshole best friend came up with this plan-“

“Actually Marky and Thatch knew about it too,” he stops you from interrupting, “AND, to be fair, you can’t blame Brock for going to us. I mean I’m your best friend, and the goalies are just good at planning and doing crazy things”

“WELL. Those dicks that I call my closest friends and family, decided it was a good idea to lock me in one of the Canucks break rooms with Elias fucking Pettersson because he hated me and they wanted us to get along”

Holly starts laughing, “oh my god, they did not” she continues to laugh and Quinn joins her. You roll your eyes at them both.

“Yes, they did. I was not a happy camper. But it worked out and he doesn’t hate me.”

“See, I knew it would work! And like I said, now you can work your moves and get him to like you as more than just a friend.” He grins again.

You grin “Oh, also that’s the other part.” You take a long sip of your wine, both Holly and Quinn stared at you wide-eyed, waiting for you to finish, “turns out he’s a great kisser”

“I’m sorry,” Quinn said softly, he took a breath “WHAT?”

“Yeah, would you like more details?”

“Fucking- yeah,” they said simultaneously.

You went on to explain the events that happened in that incredible breakroom

“How the fuck did he keep that a secret, and why?” Quinn exclaimed, clearly confused that he didn't know something so big about who he considers one of his best friends.

“I don't know, but both of you have to absolutely promise me that you won't tell literally anyone else, ok? Not Bo, not Brock, not Demer, Stech, Marky, nobody!”

“Yeah, yeah that's fine,” Holly said, waving her hand in dismissal, wanting to get past that and know more. “So how do you feel?”

“Like the luckiest girl in the world,” you said while giggling with a big smile.

“Y/N/N. I’m so happy for you.” Quinn says with a genuine smile.”

“Ok, enough about me. How were your days?”

“Not as interesting as yours, but Gunnar and I spent the whole day out and about with Bo, and now I’m having a great wine night with you guys so it’s been a pretty amazing day.”

“Yeah, well I spent the whole day waiting for Y/N to come to kill me cause I thought she’d find out I had something to do with that whole situation,” Quinn says.

“Well let me just tell you, Hughes, if it hadn’t ended up the way it did, I may have had a few words for you.”

“I know, that’s why I was panicking the whole day”

“OH MY GOD” Holly shouted as she looked at her phone

“What, what’s wrong?” You ask

“Umm, you are going to LOVE this shit, Y/N/N”

She thrusts her phone in your face. When you look down you see a picture of Elias holding Gunnar, with a toy you hadn’t seen before. Elias looks so happy, looking down at the baby Horvat. Then there’s another alert on Holly's phone, “ohmygod,” you mumble. The alert is another text from Bo, it’s a video this time. You press play. In the video Elias is playing with Gunnar, using a high-pitched baby voice “oh yes you love your new toy that the best uncle in the world got you! Yes, you do cause I’m your very favorite, yes I am. You are just so cute, so lucky you got your looks from your mama, yes you are.”

From behind the camera, you can hear Bo, “Hey, have you looked at him, he looks just like me”

“Daddy is crazy, isn’t he? Yeaaaaah” Elias says to the boy.

The video ends and you see what text Bo had sent along with the picture and video

Bowie 💙: Yes, he got him ANOTHER toy. If he keeps this up, we’re gonna need a bigger house just for the toys lias gets him

“This boy is going to be the death of me I swear to god,” you say, handing the phone to Quinn, and placing your head in your hand. That video was literally the cutest thing you’ve seen in about 5 years.

You continue to talk, you end up explaining what Elias had told you about not doing anything else yet, and what he had said regarding that. You all finish eating and eventually decide on watching some ’how i met your mother’.

After they leave, you spend the rest of the night replaying the events from the break room in your head. Imagining what will eventually happen with you two. You truly can’t believe it. You’ve never felt this way about anyone and you’ve only known he likes you for about 12 hours. Elias Pettersson is going to be a special, if not the most special person in your life. So you pull out your notebook and a pen that you always keep next to your bed and you write your thoughts down.

First, you write the date at the top then skip 2 lines

Elias Pettersson, I think I love you. I know it’s too early to say and we’ve only had one day together, but I need to write this down.

It looks ridiculous and cheesy now that I’m reading it but if my gut is right, which it normally is, I just had to write it down. I had to tell you. If not in real life, at least just in this notebook. As cliche as it sounds, maybe I can show you it one day. I mean I do love myself a hallmark movie, so maybe this can be like one of those.

You sign it at the bottom, close your notebook, and place it back in your drawer.

You’re such a hopeless romantic and you kinda want to make fun of yourself, like you would do if you found out any of the guys did this kind of thing. ( And if you’re being honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if your own brother would do something like this. Your parents kind of instilled a love of romcoms in you guys at a young age.)

So once your thoughts have settled, you close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

Elias’s night wasn’t that much different. He arrived at the Horvat residence with some snacks for the boys, and a new toy for Gunnar, as always. Every time he sees one he knows Gunnar will like, he buys it...it’s a problem.

“Petey!!” Stech shouts as he gets up to grab the snacks from him.

“So how was your daaaaay” Thatcher asks from the couch.

“I’m sure Brock has inform you of how my day went”

“‘Inform’ us he has. But OUR plan is what caused this. WE worked very hard on it” Thatcher says, chuckling.

“Wait, who all knew about it??”

“I didn’t!” Bo shouts from the kitchen!

“And neither did this little boy, he would never betray me,” Elias says, grabbing Gunnar from Brock on the couch and carrying him into the kitchen, the other guys follow. “And guess what Gunnar!!! I got you another toy, cause I’m the best uncle you have, yes I am.”

“Another toy Lias?? Really, I’m going to need to make a whole mother room for all of the toys you get him if you don’t stop”

“But why would I ever stop when he is the best boy ever! He deserves the world, yes he does,” Elias says, looking at Gunnar the whole time.

“Ok, now it’s time for him to have dinner,” Bo says, grabbing Gunnar from Elias.

“So… all of you knew?”

Stech, Brock, Demer, and Marky all nodded, with a guilty look.

“What about you? Elias said, looking at Nils. Nils looked guilty and nodded slowly “my own son? Really Hogs?”

“I’m sorry, I just wants to help you!!”

“We all just ‘wants’ to help you, Petey!” Marky said, mocking the youngest Swede’s mistake. All of them would do that to both of them, make fun of them when they messed up, they just wanted to help them, it’s all in good fun.

“Ok, I know but what if it didn’t work, what would you guys have done?”

“Elias my dear, the point is that it did work. And now Brock won’t have an aneurysm every time you and Y/N/N are in the same room together” Troy says, placing his arm around Elias’s shoulder.

“Yeah Petey, all we wanted was for you to like her as much as we do!” Thatcher said.

“Ok, I never hated her, I just-”, he paused trying to come up with what he was going to say next, “I don’t socialize well, it’s hard for me to talk to people, ok?”

“Which is exactly why we did this. Y/C/N/N is a sweet girl, we just needed to give you both a push since you’re essentially the same person” Marky said.

“LITERALLY” Brock shouted, “ I swear, the more and more I hang out with you, Petey, the more I realize you and my sister are the same. Like sure, she and Quinny are best friends. And like they’re both similar like they’re both shy, awkward, nice, and stuff but you two have the same humor, need for attention, sassy bite, etcétéra etcétéra.”

“Oh my god, you’re totally right! And their fake self confident-ness thingy!!” The other guys shouted assorted affirmations to Nils’s comment.

“What do you mean ‘fake self-confidence thing’?” Elias was confused.

“Both of you do a something where you say stuffs like “well I’m hot, so..” or “cause I’m the best” and my favorite “because the people likes me better than you” but neither of you feel that way far down. You both just like to act like you more confident than you are really.”

“Damn, he called you two out, and he’s so right” Bo chimed in with a chuckle. “Ok, well now that he’s done eating, Marky, can you and the baby Swede go out and pick up the pizza?”

“Yes sir, captain sir!” Marky said saluting Bo.

The rest of them talked while they waited for Gunnars stomach to settle.

“Hey Petey, wanna go grab drinks from the store with me,” Thatcher asks.

“I think we’re good actu-“ Bo starts

“Petey” Thatcher insists with a look that says that’s not exactly the reason why he wants Elias to come with him. And he knows better than to say no to a goalie who gives him that look.

“Yep,” he gets up and follows Demer out the door.

They get in the car and that’s when it starts “so,” Thatch says, “how long have you liked her?” He asks.

“I- uh what? What are you talking abou-”

“Oh save it blondy, I have a 6th sense about this shit.”

“Damn goalies. At least Marky doesn’t know,” Elias mumbles under his breath.

“Oh he definitely does, he just hasn’t said anything for some reason” he laughs.

“How do you know he just doesn’t know?”

“Cause I know this shit, bro. He may have even been messing with you since he and Y/N/N are cuddle buddies and shit. Just to get you to make a move or something”

“HE MADE ME DO THE OPPOSITE! I thought they were together for the longest time until she told me TODAY” That made Thatcher laugh, you know, Elias’s pain and suffering is just HILARIOUS.

Once he calmed down he continued to talk, “Ok, well you didn’t tell us the whole story of what happened in there, so spill” he said as they walked into the store.

“We may have talked”

“....bitch that’s not it, keep going”

“And we kissed a little,” Elias said, face turning red.

“That’s my boy!” Thatcher clapped him on the shoulder.

“You're only 3 years older than me”

“And you're only a year older than Nils, who you claim as your ‘son,’ so shhh” he retorted, “so I assume you two talked about it after, actually knowing you two, that may not have happened,” Thatcher said as they checked out.

“Ha ha ha, yes we talked about it Douglas,” Elias said with an eye roll. “I just told her that I can’t do anything till I do something” he said as they got into the car again.

“What’s that “something” you have to do?” The goalie questioned.

“Talk to her older brother that may just kill me if I tell him so, I’m not too pumped about that.”

“Have you forgotten how much Brock loves you? You’re each other’s work husbands, I think if you tell him he’ll be shocked, but he’d be ok with it.”

“But you didn’t hear what Brock had said about his friend chad in high school! He beat him up and cut him out, I don’t want that to happen to me”

“Petey, if you feel as strongly as I think you feel about YNN then I think you have to tell her, or that would be an extreme disservice to you, her, and honestly my mental health, so you have some work to do.” He said as they finally walked into the Horvat house again.

“Yeah, Petey you have to work on some stuff, like your hair!” Brock quipped.

“Shut up, frat boy, not all of us can have a luscious flow like you.” Elias jabbed back, “oh hi, how’s my favorite person here? Is your tummy settled now, can I finally give you your new toy?”

“Yes, you can,” Bo says, handing his child off to the blonde Swede.

Elias took Gunnar down to the floor, where his new toy was, and played with him while talking in his baby voice, at some point Bo took a video and sent it to Holly, and also his insta story. But that’s ok, he loved his little ‘nephew,’ and honestly, his day couldn’t have gone better.

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Squiggles - Oikawa Tooru

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Tags: Oikawa's POV, Angst, Minor Fluff, Cursing, Kissing, SFW, Manga Spoiler (Oikawa and Iwaizumi's future jobs)

Synopsis: You entered Oikawa's life - and it hasn't been the same ever since. (If I give anymore, it'll be spoilers TwT) (I also named Oikawa's sis Miho-)

Word Count: 4334

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All stories are basically a squiggly line - it has ups and downs with multiple loops in random spots. Some parts might be thicker or shorter than others, but all points of the story make up a giant, huge squiggly line that either brings you joy or sadness. I wanted my story to be as thick and long as possible - to outshine all the other squiggles the world has to offer. It was going to be the best squiggle ever until you came along and made it loopier and uneven.

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I remember the first day you came into our class so vividly.

I had rushed to the school to copy Iwa-chan’s homework. The Kitagawa Daiichi blazer I wore was soaked in sweat thanks to me running a few blocks in several minutes. Of course, Iwa was in the classroom, waiting for school to start. He had rolled up his sleeves and was reading the literature component assigned to us - the very book I never touched ever since volleyball practices began.

“You are of a different breed, Oikawa,” Iwa-chan mumbled as he passed his book to me, “This is the last time you’re doing this.”

No, it isn’t.

“Yes, sir.”

I pulled out my book and began to move at top speed, hoping I would finish before class began.

That’s when you opened the door, breaking my concentration.

You were glowing. The school blazer seemed so big on you - as if someone with a bigger physique gave it to you - but you look so precious in it. You had a jump in your step, a wide smile plastered on your face. Your hair looked so soft even from a mile away. You seemed so at peace with everything - even when you entered a new school.

You carried yourself with such confidence it scared me.

I loved being the confident one, the hot one, the cheerful one - yet you stole those roles from me the second you walked into the school campus.

I didn’t know what I felt; was it inferiority or was it just pure admiration? Maybe a combination of both?

All of this… It was so new to me.

I was always surrounded by those who were eager for my approval - to be part of my posse and be connected to me in some way, but I just wanted to be around you. It was the first time I ever took an interest in anyone excluding my volleyball team.

It’s weird, isn’t it? The feeling of warmth rushing through your skin, but your throat just feels tight - it doesn’t want you to say anything you would regret, so it tries to hold you back. Your palms sweat and become clammy, goosebumps rise on your skin - it is so freeing yet restricting.

I wanted to come and welcome you to the school - maybe take you around the school grounds, show off a bit at the gym, find out who you are as a person - if I got lucky, even get your phone number.

“ ‘kawa, are they new? I feel like I’ve never seen them before…” Iwaizumi asked, pulling on my rolled-up sleeve.

Of course, this had to happen, didn’t it?

Iwaizumi tried to cover his red face with his arms, but he was failing miserably. His forehead began to sweat, a trail of water dripping down his chin. His chocolate eyes glowed just like your skin - so much so you could see the hazel flecks within them. His whole arm was covered in raised goosebumps, just like mine.

He was attracted to you.

“I think they are,” I replied, hiding my feelings with a smile, “Why Iwa-chan? Oh my god Iwa, you’re blushing!”

Iwaizumi threw a book to my face, earning a groan from me.

“Shut up, Shittykawa,” he says, blushing in a deeper red, “...but yeah, I think I do.”

“Well, if you want them to swoon for you just like how almost all the girls of the school do for me, I can help you. Just with the daily fee of milk bread during recess, I can turn your single ass into a full-fledged bachelor!” I say, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I'll buy you milk bread for lunch, either way,” he mumbled.

“See? It’s basically free, isn’t it? The best part of it all; it comes with a free gift! A box of milk every day so that you can grow taller-” Book number two found its place on my forehead once again.

“You’re such an idiot,” he says midst chuckling, “Thanks for the offer, Tooru. I think I’ll do this by myself, though.”

“Ok, then! Just so you know, the offer is always on the table,” I smirk, teasing the shorter male even more, “Don’t forget the milk.”

“I am never buying you anything ever again.”

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Classes went on as usual, but I couldn’t focus at all.

I kept on staring at you from my seat - enjoying every single thing you did. I saw how you’d raise your shoulders in frustration when you couldn’t understand a question, how you’d bite the end of your pencil when you were focusing on the class, how you’d play with your fingers when you were stressed - I was taking mental notes without even realizing it. I loved all the small little huffs you’d make when you’re agitated. Judging by how you were speeding through most of the questions, you seemed to be a smart student.

I kept on playing small scenarios that I would do to get your attention.

Maybe I’d ask you a question and act like I couldn’t understand the whole topic so that you could tutor me, or I should just ask you about your opinions on the essay topic we discussed in class, or I could tease you about that small thing you did in front of the classroom when the teacher wasn’t looking.

But I would never do that to Iwaizumi.

My mind replayed that small scene of him blushing just at the mere glance of you. If he could, he would’ve already gushed about you to me - tell me all the things I already knew just by looking at you. He’d go on and on about how you squinched your nose when you drank that hot drink a bit too early and burnt your tongue.

His squiggle was already slowly moving around you, making a loop fitted for you and you alone - and I will happily watch from the sidelines when you two finally become a thing.

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“Welcome back, Tooru!” My sister said from the kitchen, “Give me a minute, I’m helping mom prepare lunch.”

I placed my bag in front of my room and headed to the kitchen.

“Don’t make poison, please!” I tease her, enjoying the annoyed expression on her face.

“Tooru!” Mom sighed, “We’re inviting our new neighbors for dinner today. Go shower and get ready.”

I stuck my tongue out at my sister, earning an anger-filled hum from my mother. I ran to my room and soon headed to the shower to get ready.

Slinging the white towel on my shoulder, I head back to the kitchen area and set the table for the meal.

“Where are they from again?” Miho asked Mom.

“They’re apparently from Tokyo. The father passed away recently, so the mother had to bring the rest of the family to Miyagi to reduce the financial burden. Sad, isn’t it?” she replied.

“We should help them here and there,” Miho started, “We don’t need to give them money, but maybe help them get used to the city?”

I nodded, but I wasn’t present in the conversation ever since Mom mentioned Tokyo.

“Do they have a kid my age?” I ask, hoping that I’m wrong.

“I think there’s one that just transferred to your school?”

Please, don’t be who I think it is.

The doorbell rang, shaking me out of my thoughts.

I slowly headed to the door, gripping the doorknob tightly as I slowly opened the door.

I was right.

“Hello, Oikawa-san! It’s me, Y/N, from your class,” you said, a smile on your face.

“I just wanted to thank you and your family for your generous offer, but we can’t join you for dinner today,” you started, “Mom has to go get some things settled before she can come for dinner. Sorry, again…”

“What about you? Have you eaten anything yet?” My mom asked as she walked towards the door, “If you want, you can eat dinner here and bring some back for your mom.”

“Really?!” Your lips widened, “Thank you so much, aunty!”

You sat right beside me, just like Iwa-chan does when he comes over. I loved seeing you talk so comfortably with my family. I could see my mom’s adoration towards you when you talked about your life back in Tokyo. Your eyes lit up when you talked about your family - even if you were talking about your father.

You didn’t know it yet, but your presence makes my squiggle a little lighter.

“What school are you going to, Y/N?” Mom asked.

“I’m going to Kitagawa Daiichi like Oikawa-san. I am in his class, actually... “ you trail off.

“Do you want me to walk you to school? I don’t mind doing it, but Iwaizumi would be joining us too. Are you okay with that?” I ask, gripping the ends of my shirt.

For the first time in my life, I hated the fact I had to be beside Iwaizumi.

“Thanks, Oikawa-san. It means a lot,” you smiled.

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I regret asking you that question.

I had to see Iwaizumi try to flirt with you.

I had to see how you’d occasionally lean your head on my shoulder when we walked to school until Iwaizumi met up with us in the middle of our walk to school.

I had to see Iwaizumi carry your bag - something I wanted to do.

I had to see Iwaizumi make small jokes to you - something I wanted to do.

I had to see you enjoy Iwaizumi’s presence - something I wanted you to only feel for me.

I had to let it happen in front of me, didn’t I?

Books and movies never compare to the real thing; to see the person you love gush over someone you love like a sibling.

But you were closest to me, not Iwa-chan.

You came to me when you had problems, not Iwa-chan.

You stayed over at my place to relax, not Iwa-chan’s.

You watched movies with me, played games with me, told secrets to me - not Iwa-chan.

Your squiggle intertwined with mine more than Iwa-chan’s.

“Tooru,” you said as you played with the rogue strands of my hair as your head laid on my lap, “Do you want to go out on a trip?”

“What? Why?”

“We’re graduating, but we never had a trip together. It’s weird, isn’t it?” You say, slowly getting up.

I pushed your head back on my lap, earning a muffled squeal from you.

“It isn’t, to be honest,” I say, “...but I do like the idea.”

“So, we’re doing it?” you say as you wiggle your feet in excitement.

“Yeap. I’ll ask Iwa-chan if he wants to join,” I say as I grab my phone.

“I was kind of hoping that it would be just the two of us? I haven’t been able to talk to you without anyone intervening for a long time, and there’s a lot I wanna talk about.”

You looked at me, hoping for some reaction, but I couldn’t say anything.

If I was not friends with Iwaizumi, I would’ve said yes almost immediately.

I know I love you - ever since I saw you, I have.

But Iwaizumi deserves someone amazing like you.

I don’t.

“Tell me, then! I don’t think Mom’s coming home anytime soon and Miho is working right now, so there isn’t anyone who’d disturb us now,” I say through gritted teeth.

I felt your disappointment when you sighed and moved to lie down on my bed.

“I guess I’ll tell you another day.”

I felt your squiggle moving away from me - moving on without mine.

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Soon, our one-week trip to Tokyo began.

Thanks to months and months of pestering, our parents let us go by ourselves to the city you grew up in.

I could see everything in your eyes, thanks to your stories about this place. The small, quaint shops, the smell of freshly made Taiyaki at the side of the road, the small kids running on the pavement while being chased by angry parents - all of it.

“Oikawa!” you patted my shoulder, “That’s the bakery I talked about last time. You know, the one with amazing cheese tarts? Oh, that’s where my dad gave me my first cup of coffee!”

Iwaizumi chuckled as he focused on the road, admiring your love for the city.

“Why are you laughing, pine cone hair?” You tease Iwaizumi, trying to get more reactions from him.

“Nothing! You sound cute, that’s all,” he said as he focused on the road.

“Oh, really~?” You move closer to Iwaizumi and whisper something in his ear, making him blush instantly.

There it is.

That icky feeling I hate.

Why did it come now? I was with Y/N and Iwaizumi - the people I care about the most.

Go away.

Get out.

I don’t need you.

“Well, I’ll just chaperone Oikawa then, Hajime. Have fun all by yourself in a huge city you don’t know well,” you say, teasing him even more.

Hajime.

They said Hajime - not Iwaizumi.

“Geez, get a room, you two.”

“Sad I’m taking your husband away, Tooru?”

“The fuck, Y/N!” Both Iwa-chan and I scream.

You laugh as you lean back into the backseat.

“What? You both are an old couple,” you begin, “Oikawa is the flamboyant one and Iwaizumi is the man that’s only gay for Oikawa and actually thinks before doing something.”

“Did everyone think I’m gay for Oikawa?” Iwa says under his breath.

“Yeap,” you reply, “Many girls were sad, to be honest. I kept on telling them you’re straight, but they didn’t listen,” you shrug.

“And me?” I ask.

“You were labelled as the hot pansexual, lucky you,” you reply with an eye roll.

“Why did no one tell me…” Iwaizumi said to himself, worried.

“Honey~,” I began teasing the ‘pinecone’.

“Shut the fuck up, Shittykawa.”

“ ‘Shut the fuck up, Shittykawa’ - why don’t you give an actual nice nickname for the brunette over here,” you ask him, playing with the stressed driver.

“No.”

“Do it or I’m calling you pinecone for the rest of your life.”

“No.”

“Do it or I’ll tell them-” I say before getting cut off by Iwaizumi himself.

“Prettykawa.”

“Holy shit, Y/N,” I wiped my fake tears, “He called me pretty! Darling~”

“Oh my god, Oikawa,” you say, laughing as I hug Iwaizumi’s arm.

Our squiggles were intertwined and in a good way - that’s all that mattered.

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“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi looked at me with a serious face, “I think I am going to confess to them tonight.”

Wait, you are?

Please don’t.

Don’t take them away from me.

I need them.

Iwaizumi, please don’t.

“Finally! It’s about time you made your move - I think they like you too, so you have a shot.”

It’s true - I see how they stare at you.

Their eyes are filled with admiration, lips fixed in a soft smile, their hands grazing your cheek - they love you as much as you love them, Iwaizumi.

“Thanks for supporting me, Tooru. It really means a lot to me,” he says as he hugged me, “Thanks for being my best friend.”

I haven’t been a good friend, Iwa.

I fell for the same person.

I want to steal them from you so badly, but I can’t bring myself to hate you.

I want to hate you so bad, but I can’t.

This feeling… I hate it.

“Thanks for being mine, too.” I smiled, but the smile never reached my eyes.

You’re taking them away from me, Iwaizumi.

You could’ve gotten anyone else, but you took them away from me.

I don’t want to feel this - this hatred growing within, yet here I am, cursing you in my head the minute I see you.

“Go! Why are you wasting time?” I say, pushing you towards the door.

I saw the smile you gave me as you ran to her room.

You are such an amazing person, Iwa-chan.

You can care for someone who deeply hates you.

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I saw how they were basically draped around you for the next few days. They looked so happy just to be beside you.

Each day, their eyes spoke stories of love for you, Iwa. They used to come over to my place and gush about you every day, like a ritual.

You’re so fucking lucky, Iwaizumi. This isn’t fair.

They’d go on and on about your physique, your personality and the small things you’d do.

Congratulations, they finally paid attention to the things you did for them. I’m happy for you, Iwa.

I am happy for the two of you, truly.

They are truly happy.

I could’ve never done that - never.

I just wish I wasn’t walking towards the gym that day.

I saw your first kiss under that tree - the tree the three of us used to spend under while waiting for practice to start.

I saw how their hands gripped on the back of your head, pressing themselves on you. I saw how you gripped their hips oh so tightly as you showed them your passion towards them. I saw how breathless they looked the minute your lips left theirs. I saw how they grazed your chin whilst staring into your eyes in admiration.

I pictured how it would’ve been if I was in your position.

I would’ve held them tighter, pressed my forehead against theirs so that our noses would brush against each other. They’d play with the ends of my hair, going on and on about how soft each lock was like they usually do. They’d eye my lips as I stared at their soft and supple lips. I’d press the tip of my thumb on their bottom lip, enjoying the view of their parted lips made just for me and me alone. Slowly, I would kiss their cheeks, hoping for some cute reaction from them. From their cheeks, I would drag my lips to their chin, placing soft kisses here and there.

I would then press my lips against theirs, enjoying the soft noises escaping their lips.

But I never will - you’re theirs as they’re yours.

Of all places, why did you have to choose there?

I can’t come back here without thinking about that kiss now.

That icky feeling…

It’s back.

Go away.

Get out of me.

I am happy.

“Damn, Iwaizumi,” Matsun said as he approached the gym, “Y/N’s really in love with them, huh?”

“Shut it, Matsun,” Maki said, looking at me.

Of course, he’d notice.

I am in love with his friend's girlfriend, after all.

“What? He’s telling the truth; they’re so in love with each other they can’t even see that three people saw their first kiss!” I shouted, earning a growl from the black-haired male hugging Y/N.

“Out of all the times, Shittykawa…”

“You better run, he looks feral!” You shouted, laughing.

“You sure he wasn’t feral ever since he initiated that kiss? I saw that hand wandering, Iwaizumi~!” Matsukawa shouted as he ran to the gym.

“Iwaizumi isn’t innocent anymore. You aren’t part of the gang anymore man, stay back,” Hanamaki said, wiping a fake tear whilst gripping his sides, “You’ve grown up too quick, Iwa-senpai.”

“You okay, ‘kawa?” Maki said as he turned to me, rubbing my back.

“I am fine, Maki. Go ahead - go to the gym, I’ll come in a minute,” I gave him a nod as I walked to the toilet.

That day was the first day I cried over someone in school, and hopefully the last.

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“Tooru… Tohru…” You mumbled.

“Yes, my name is similar to the main character’s. What about it?” I sigh.

“We should get you a cat. Who knows, you might kiss it and it’ll become a girl?” Iwa chirped.

“That’s a cat version of Princess and the Frog,” I say, annoyed.

“Stupid,” you hit Iwa’s thigh, “Get with the program.”

Iwa groaned as he rubbed his leg, “That was really painful, dumbass.”

“Tohru, he called me dumbass,” you whined.

“I am not Tohru - it’s Tooru.”

“Brown hair, all of the people around them falling in love with them, high pitched voice… that’s you,” Iwa joked.

“Major flaw in your theory - I am not a girl.”

“Alternate universe Tohru then,” you said, enjoying the banter.

“Tohru plays with animals, I play with a volleyball team.”

“How do you know she isn’t in a volleyball team? It was never specified she isn’t part of a volleyball team.”

“It’s never specified that she is part of a volleyball team,” I say, clearly annoyed by this conversation.

“I’m getting you a cat - a ginger one,” Iwa said, grabbing his phone from the side table.

“Don’t get me a cat!”

“Get him a cat, love. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll love it,” you said, leaning against Iwaizumi’s chest to see his phone screen.

“Holy shit,” you said, holding back a laugh, “He’s actually looking-”

“Iwaizumi Hajime!” I scream, making both Iwaizumi and you laugh loudly.

“I was looking at a cat meme, stupid.”

I sign out of frustration and look back at the TV screen, avoiding the mischievous couple.

I eyed the way they were sitting on the couch.

You were seated in between Iwaizumi’s legs, their back pressed against his front. Their hands played with Iwaizumi’s left hand, fiddling with his fingers as they stared at the screen in front of them. Iwaizumi wasn’t looking at the screen though - he was staring at his lover who was fully immersed in the scene unfolding in front of them. His right hand grazed their right hand, enjoying the feeling of them comfortable in his arms.

You looked happy, and that’s all that mattered.

The last episode soon finished and you looked to the ceiling, stretching your neck.

“So sad it’s over,” you said, smiling.

“At least it had a good ending. I don’t think I need to remind you how heartbroken you were when we watching Banana Fish’s-”

“Don’t remind me - I’ll cry here and now.”

You got off the couch and walked towards the kitchen to get a drink.

“So,” you plopped on the couch, leaning against Iwa, “What’s the final plan, Mr Tohru?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your life after high school, of course! What’s the plan? I know Hajime is planning to be a trainer, but you never told me what your plan is.”

Hajime.

Hajime.

Hajime.

Again with the Hajime.

Just use Iwaizumi, for fuck’s sake.

“...Tooru?”

I snap out of my thoughts. “Oh.”

“You’ve been out of it recently. You’re okay, right?” You say as you walk to sit beside me.

I chuckle, looking at your concerned face.

“I’m good - just stressed about life, that’s all. I am not so sure as to what’s the next step, but it’s going pro.”

You hug me from the side, placing your head on my shoulder.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you, now? Aren’t you scared that you might make Hajime jealous?” I tease.

“I don’t know - I just feel I need to do this, like a feeling that you might do something rash.”

I felt tears wet the side of my shirt.

My eyes darted to the sight of you, sobbing, gripping on my shirt.

“Don’t you dare forget me, okay?” You say through sniffles, “I sure as hell won’t forget you.”

I cup your face in my hands, wiping off the trailing tears.

“I won’t.”

You made a huge loop on my squiggle, Y/N - I don’t I can ever forget you.

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TO: Y/N (2:30 a.m.)

It’s been so many years, Y/N.

You’ve blossomed into the amazing person I knew you’d be.

I saw Iwa-chan recently - after all, he’s training the Japan team.

I actually made it into a team - the Argentinian Volleyball team.

I kept on doubting myself, but you kept on reminding me of how good of a setter I was back in high school.

I know you’re busy being the big person in your industry - congrats on all the awards again, I keep forgetting to contact you.

If you’re down, maybe we can call? I miss your voice.

I sent the message, hoping you’d reply as fast as you used to when we were in high school.

I looked from the hotel window, trying to imagine how the scenery is back home in Miyagi.

The roaring fields, the birds flying in the sky as we walked down that small pathway, that traffic light you’d draw on while waiting for the cars to pass - I remembered it all.

I remembered it all just because you were part of it.

Funny, isn’t it? After so many years, I still think of you.

Not as my friend’s lover, but mine.

I shouldn’t have invited Iwaizumi to that trip.

I should’ve just kept you all to myself - protect you from the world.

I should’ve just kept Iwaizumi out of your life - not let him in at any point.

I should’ve just told him how I feel about you.

I tried so hard to get over you, Y/N.

I met so many other people, hoping they could fill up the hole you left when you left me for him. I had so many sour relationships just because I was comparing them to the rhetorical you that I dated. If the world had given me a second chance, I would be standing beside you - I would work to provide for you the best the world had to offer.

But in the end, your squiggle was meant to grow without mine. I had to accept it and move on, as much as it hurts.

Covid 19: Angst train :)

All reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated!!!

[gallavictorious]

What staple fics of the fandom would you recommend for someone just starting to read gallavich fic?

Hiya there, nonnie – and welcome to the glorious world of Gallavich fic, if you're new to it!

On the one hand, I'm very much the wrong person to ask because staple fics tend to be AU:s and that's not really my cup of tea. On the other hand, I am a librarian, so never let it be said I balk at giving recommendations about stuff I haven't actually read or isn't necessarily to my personal liking. 😉

To make this list, I sorted Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich fics by bookmarks on AO3 and selected the first ten that I've either seen talked about a lot or have had at least a look at myself. This is admittely not a great way to curate a rec list, so for better and more initiated recommendations, maybe check in with the the amazing ladies of @gallavichfanficlibrary? They'll have you covered! If anyone else feels like chiming in with fandom classics for nonnie, I'm sure they'd be grateful. 🙂

Sexual Harassment in the Workplace by shamlessquestions

AO3 Summary: Mickey just needs to keep his head down and stay out of trouble at his new job. Still trouble always manages to find him and when it takes the form of his red haired boss, Mickey's not sure he can resist even if he wanted to.

Comment: The Gallvich fic with the most bookmarks and the most kudos on AO3. You’ll hear this one mentioned a lot! Fair bit of explicit sex scenes.

The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher by shamlessquestions

AO3 Summary: "It's fuck all about heat or chemistry or any such shit, Gallagher. You and me...it's just a thing that cannot happen. The sooner we both accept that, the better off we'll be."

Comment: Mickey's the right hand man of a Chicago mobster. Club dancer (and college student) Ian starts ”dating” said mobster. Gallavich sparks fly. High stakes and quite a bit of action in this one. Explicit sex scenes.

Take Me In by MintSauce

AO3 Summary: Mickey's Dad finds out about Mickey being gay and even though Ian's not there, but he finds the Gallaghers are still willing to take Mickey in.

Comment: If you enjoy Mickey becoming friends with all the Gallaghers and bettering himself/beginning to heal from the abuse at Terry's hands, this might work for you. Heavy focus on Mickey, as Ian isn't actually there for most of the fic (though he's never far from Mickey's thoughts).

Like Real People Do by grayola

AO3 Summary: At the age of 26, Mickey Milkovich gets his first apartment, his first wifi connection, and his first kiss. How he gets from wifi to kissing is a complicated story. Mickey is socially anxious. Ian is a frustratingly lovable escort working through an app. Mickey downloads said app. The rest is history.

Comment: Fan favourite from last year. Very soft. Not a lot of plot, just Ian and Mickey falling very, very deeply in love (and dealing with their mental health issues in a lowkey, everyday sort of way). Heavy use of texts and messaging, making for something of an old-school fic feel. Explicit. A companion piece, told from Ian's POV is currently being published: Everything About You.

eighty-four by kissteethstainedred

AO3 Summary: “I slept with Mickey Milkovich last night,” Ian whispers.

“So?”

“So—” Ian stares at his phone for a second. “I slept with Mandy’s fucking brother.”

“Ian, what do you want me to say? Congratulations? You’ve been dating Mickey for almost a year,” Lip says, sounding confused as fuck. Ian blinks. That can’t be right. Ian’s only seen Mickey in pictures with Mandy. He’s never even met the fucking guy. How can he be dating him?

Comment: College fic. Time loop, so great if you’re a fan of that! Mandy plays a prominent role. At 13k words this one is way shorter than any other fic on this list.

Our Stubborn Love by TheWaywardBride

AO3 Summary: In which, after years of being separated by more than just prison walls, Ian and Mickey try to find their way back to each other.

Comment: Canon-divergent slow burn told from a bunch of different POV:s. Something of an ensemble piece, although Ian and Mickey are the focus. Doesn't shy away from Ian being in a very bad place post-5x12.

None the Wiser by loftec

AO3 Summary: AU. Slow burn. The real time accounts of Ian visiting Mickey's dingy diner and slowly becoming his friend.

Comment: WIP, with irregular but still happening updates. Domestic, with strong focus on the character's emotional lives. Mickey's a father to Yev, even though him and Svet are long since divorced. They're not kidding about the slow burn.

This is the Road To Ruin by bricoleur10

AO3 Summary: The day Ned asks Ian to rob his house the redhead almost says yes – why shouldn’t he, after all? Ned seems nonchalant enough about the whole thing, he’ll get some free expensive shit out of the deal, and if he plays his cards right maybe he can even convince Mickey to be his accomplice – but something stops him from going through with it.

The third-eldest Gallagher has never been much of a believer in fate or divine intervention or destiny or anything like that – can’t be, with the life he’s led – but he just might have become one, had he only known how that one seemingly insignificant decision had changed the course of his entire life.

Comment: Straight up canon divergence, capturing the early season Gallavich feels before hurtling down the road not taken. Some angst, but with a happy ending. Mandy and Lip play prominent parts.

Cooperative Gameplay by grayola

AO3 Summary: At nineteen years old, Ian Gallagher’s stuck. Stuck in a minimum-wage job he hates. Stuck in the same boring routine--sleep, wake, work, take your meds, Ian!, try not to lose it day after day after day. But after his little brother introduces him to MICK MILK, a frustratingly hot horror gamer he watches on YouTube, Ian's life will never be the same. ♥️

Comment: WIP (but with regular updates). Darker than Like Real People Do, but with a similarly emotional focus. Depicts online fandom on Twitter and Instagram in a rather knowing way. Explicit sex scenes. This fic, and these versions of Ian and Mickey, currently has its own fandom.

The Boyfriend Experience by anomalously

AO3 Summary: The Prompt: Ian: sex worker (male escort, explicit videos: stripping, masturbation, etc) Mickey: client who's an avid fan who gets up the courage to hire ian for "the boyfriend experience" I saw a porn star who said she only sleeps with 1 client & it inspired me.

Comment: WIP, last updated in 2017. Commonly held to be worth reading in spite of not being finished. Quite a bit of explicit sex, occasionally with a bit of BDSM thrown in.

[myhockeyworld87]

Bubble Wrapped - Part 14

Word Count: 3,417

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders

Notes: Well, here we are onto another part of Bubble Wrapped. When we last left this story, our reader had just had a magical date with Matt Barzal. Will she stick with him of go looking for someone new to hook up. So I’m hoping the wrap this story up in a couple more parts. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all! Also sorry for posting this late. I’ll queue for tomorrow afternoon as well.

As soon as you said goodbye to Mat, you checked on how things were going at the hotel. Tomorrow would be another hectic day as the Canes would be moving out and the Islanders moving in, and you wanted to make sure everything was in order. By the time you got up to the suite, both Dougie and Svech were already upstairs in their room, though you found Joel over at the bar pouring himself a dram of one the most expensive whiskeys you had.

 “Don’t worry, you can bill me or I’ll have a bottle shipped here to replace it,” he said before taking a healthy swallow of the strong spirit.

 “I’m not worried about it. Pour me one if you don’t mind.”

 “Really? Never took you for a whiskey girl.”

 “My father taught me to appreciate it,” you told him taking the glass he offered, then sipping the amber liquid. “And well, this is something that should be appreciated. Sorry about the game.”

 “I’m not sure you are.”

 “And what does that mean exactly?”

 Joel eyed you suspiciously. “Please after that little scene downstairs. I’m sure you’ll be happy to be rid of us.”

 You knew that he had seen you with Mat. That he was taking it like this stunned you, for honestly, you thought Svech would be more of a problem than Joel. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it, you attempted to explain. “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Joel. We never promised anything or talked about anything more after that one night.”

 “I didn’t think we had to,” he said rather harshly, and you gave him a look of warning to keep it down knowing that Dougie and Svech were upstairs. “When you share something like we did, it sort of speaks for itself.”

 “Apparently, it doesn’t.” The look of hurt on his face sent a horrible twist in your gut. “I’m sorry Joel. I didn’t think that it was anything more than just a one-time thing for you.”

 He downed the rest of his whiskey, his fingers almost white as he gripped the crystal. “I guess that’s all it was for you.” You knew you’d been playing a dangerous game with these men. Which is why when you were with Mat tonight, you thought you needed to end it. This bubble would be over soon, and you knew you had some decisions to make.

 “I don’t know what you want me to say. You never asked me out. Mat did. It’s as simple as that.” You knew that really wasn’t a valid explanation but it was all you had. “Maybe if this,” you said motioning between the two of you. “Happened at a different time or a different place, but it didn’t.”

 His shoulders sagged and you could see the defeat not only from the game but you as well, in his eyes. “And now I’m leaving in the morning.”

 “Unfortunately, you are.”

 He released the glass, and moved from behind the bar, walking so that only inches separated the two of you. “Well, if you ever change your mind, let me know.” He grabbed your waist and hauled you close to his body before his lips came down on yours. The kiss was hard and punishing, one meant to leave a lasting impression and it did. There was part of you that just wanted to melt into him, but then you pushed him back, knowing that it wasn’t right when you had feelings for another. Well more than one person actually, and to throw someone else in the mix wasn’t right. “Goodbye, (Y/N).” With that he headed upstairs, leaving you to wonder if you’d ever see him again.

 You grabbed the glass of whiskey and downed the rest of its contents. The taste of the expensive alcohol lost on you. You stood by the bar wondering how the hell you’d gotten yourself in this predicament. For years you’d watched the bachelor or bachelorette wondering how their feelings could be so torn between two people in so little time. Now, you found yourself with that same dilemma. Your heart was already torn by three men and now it ached for Joel, though not in the same way it did for the other guys. You headed to your room, locking the door behind you. The last thing you needed was Svech coming to your door in the middle of the night.

 Sleep came easily, and by the time you woke in the morning the men were all packed and ready to go. You bid them all farewell, noting a hint of sadness in both Joel and Andrei, though you pushed it away and went on with your day. By the afternoon, thoughts of the Canes were starting to dwindle as you worked towards moving the New York based team into the hotel. You saw Mat wink at you, as room assignments were given, and butterflies started to churn in your stomach.

 They had a game that night, so you didn’t expect to see Mat at all. The knock on your door that evening was a surprise, and you barreled down the stairs to answer it. “Do you always answer the door in nothing but a t-shirt?” Mat asked.

 “Um…No. I actually forgot this was all I had on. I was just getting ready for bed, but I can go change.”

 “No. Don’t. I wasn’t complaining,” he told you as he finally stepped inside, and kissed your cheek. “Hope it’s not too late?”

 “It’s not.” It was then that you realized your hair was thrown up in a messy bun and you had absolutely not one drop of makeup on your face. “I’m just surprised you’re here after moving in and playing tonight. I thought you’d be exhausted.”

 Mat simply shrugged. “Not really, kind of keyed up from the win. Did you watch?”

 You had of course, but you were also watching the Stars and Tyler, or at least you had been until Mat knocked on your door. “Of course, you played well.” He had even though he didn’t score.

 “Thanks, I didn’t mean to bug you,” he told you glancing around the suite and taking everything in. “I just wanted to stop by and see you for a minute. You know…now that I’m in the building and all.”

 The two of you were standing at the door still somewhat awkwardly. Why did this man make you so nervous all of the sudden? “You’re not bugging. Did you want to stay for a while?”

 Mat had his hands in his pockets, almost as if he was trying to keep them from pulling off what little clothes you had on. “I’d like that.”

 “Have a seat. I’m just going to run upstairs, turn off the tv, and uh….” You motioned down to your attire or lack thereof. Mat stopped you though, right as you made a move to leave.

 “Seriously (Y/N), don’t change.” His hands went to your hips and he drew your body close to his. “You look sexy as hell like this, and that’s me telling you the truth. I’m not trying to make a move or something. We can just cuddle on the couch for a bit.”

 Your arms looped around his neck, enjoying the feel of his thick muscles there. “Ok.” You kissed him then, just sweet and tenderly, half hoping that it would turn into more, but Mat pulled away before that could happen and led you to the couch. He pulled you down onto his lap, curling your body into his.

 “I thought about this all day.” He confessed.

 “Did you?”

 “Mmmhmm.” His large hands began to caress your skin and you felt yourself melting into him. “So, what were you watching.”

 “I just had whatever game was on.”

 “Oh, watching the competition huh? Should I be worried?”

 “Maybe a little,” you teased though only partly considering you did have feelings for Tyler.

 “Oh, ok,” he scoffed a little. “Hand me the remote and let me see who my competition is.” It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you found yourself giving him the control to turn on the game.  The Stars were playing Calgary that night, in what appeared to be their final game of the series if the score was any indication. “Tell me you’re not talking to Tkachuk?” Mat seemed almost offended at the idea.

 “He’s a little young for me.” Matthew Tkachuk was older than Svech, though not by much. Had the opportunity ever presented itself you may have fallen in bed with the curly-haired forward, but couldn’t see anything lasting with him.

 “He’s not that much younger than me, but I like that he’s not on your radar. So, let me see who else do we have here.” You could see him watching each line change and knew that you needed to deter him before he guessed Tyler and you’d end up giving yourself away. “Is it Hanifin? He’s a year younger than me I think.” You grabbed the remote and clicked off the television. “Hey, what’d you do that for?”

 “Because I’m not going to spend all night having you guess about someone that isn’t here in this room with me.” You threaded your fingers through the longer locks at the nape of his neck. “Especially when we could be doing so many other things.” You pulled his mouth down on yours, kissing him hard and letting him know what you really wanted now that he was here.

 Mat read your cue perfectly. His tongue swept in and took control, ravaging your mouth and stealing you of your senses. He cupped both of your cheeks, practically fusing your lips to his in a breath-stealing kiss. The two of you stayed like that for some time, neither of you making a move to take it any further, but then you felt his hand slide down to your neck and over your back. The move was subtle and gentle, and Mat’s warm hand on your back had you leaning in even closer to his body; wanting and needing more. Before you knew it, you found yourself shifting, so that you straddled his hips.

 Mat’s hands stole under the hem of your shirt, to cup the globes of your ass, and a gasp left your lips causing the two of you to break apart. “I promised myself I wouldn’t take things this far tonight,” Mat whispered, his breathing harsh.

 “That’s a pretty big promise to make without even consulting me,” you teased, peppering him with kisses.

 “I just don’t want you to think that I’m only here for sex.” The look on his face, had you pulling back. “I meant what I said last night when I told you I want more.”

 You sat back on your haunches, still straddling him and feeling his erection growing. “I know Mat. Look, I can’t promise you anything…” His wounded puppy dog eyes were slowly killing you. “Yet. I still need time to think.”

 “I understand.” You weren’t entirely sure he did, for he looked like a lost puppy.

 “I can make you one promise though.” You tilted his chin up, which had fallen down in dejection moments ago. “While we’re here in Toronto, I won’t be with anyone else but you.”

 The sadness in his eyes left, replaced by a sparkle of hope. “That’s all I can ask.” Mat kissed you then, his tongue invading your mouth, swirling with yours. This time when his hands went to the hem of your shirt they didn’t stop until he had it off of your body, leaving you clad in nothing but a lacy thong. “God, you’re beautiful.” His hands glided up your sides until they reached the undersides of your breasts. He cupped them both, squeezing and kneading the flesh in his hands, as your back arched into his palms. Mathew’s lips traveled down your collarbone, only stopping once he had one nipple between them. You moaned into the room, clutching at his scalp as he sucked and nibbled on the little peak.

 Your hips started to rock back and forth against Mat’s, feeling his erection grow against you. “Where’s the bedroom?” Mat hissed out lifting both of your bodies off the sofa. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively. “I’m not taking you on some couch again.”

 You softly chuckled at him. “Upstairs, on the right.” He was taking the stairs two at a time as if you weighed no more than a feather. You clutched at his neck dropping kisses to his face and collarbone along the way. Once he entered your bedroom, he slammed the door shut. “No one else is here…” You meant to tell him that there was no need to shut the door, but then he pinned you against it, his hips thrusting into yours and you moaned out.

 Mat kissed you long and hard, stealing your breath away. You could feel yourself growing wet with desire as your tongues mated together, mimicking what your bodies wanted to do. Mat finally pulled away, his eyes darting around the room in search of the bed. Once he located it, he carried you over to it, laying you down gently while his body hovered over yours. “You’re so damn beautiful.” You reached for him then, bringing his lips to yours, just needing to kiss him again. Mat’s kisses were intoxicating. They made you feel as if they were only meant for kissing you and damn if that didn’t feel amazing. But then they were gone, though still on your body making their way down to your breasts, before continuing on to your core.

 He slid your panties off and spread your legs, as he dropped kisses all around your pussy, evading that one place you yearned to have him kiss. Mat stripped off his shirt before kneeling in front of you and sliding you to the edge, so he could work his way up your inner thigh. You leaned up on your elbows watching, as a smirk crossed his face; a devilish grin transforming him into a kid that had been caught opening his Christmas presents early, right before his lips found your clit. “Ooohh,” you moaned out, your head falling back and your arms trembling with an effort to hold your upper body up, as his mouth did unholy things to you.

 “You like that baby?” Mat asked and you could feel him grinning against your cunt. His tongue flattened against you before you could answer and all you could do to reward him was moan out his name. You fell back against the bed, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, as he pushed his tongue deep inside you.

 “Fuck,” you hissed out, one hand threading into his locks and encouraging him to continue. His tongue was like magic, as he licked and sucked at your core. You couldn’t help your hips lifting up into him, as sensation after sensation started to rip through your body. Mat held you down with one strong arm across your midsection, still working his mouth over you. Pressure from his splayed hand on your mons rocketed through your body and you thought you were going to explode then and there, but then Mat dipped his finger inside you, only in to his first knuckle while he lapped at your clit. You were teetering on the edge, ready to break at any second but Mat wasn’t ready for that just yet. He removed his finger, coated with your wetness, and spread it all over your pussy.

 “You’re so damn wet, baby. Do you know what that does to me? How hard it makes me.” Fuck you loved it when he said things like this. His finger dipped back inside, this time all the way and you groaned out at how good it made you feel. He pumped it in and out of you a few times before adding another. “You’re so tight. Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby.” God, you wanted it. You wanted him to just thrust his dick inside you and fuck you for the rest of your time in the bubble. Maybe it was your hips thrusting into his hand or maybe Mat was just taking pity on you, but the next thing you knew his tongue was back on your clit and you were shattering beneath him. Your pussy convulsing around his fingers as they worked you through your orgasm.

 Mat gave you a second to recover, ridding himself of the rest of his clothes as you caught your breath. When you finally did, you made your way up the bed a little more, Mat chasing you as he hovered over your body. He kissed you, as you sunk back against the pillows; tasting yourself on his lips. His cock nudged at your entrance, and you bent your knees to give him easier access into you. Mat took his time sliding into you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. When he was buried balls deep inside you, he moaned into your mouth, loving how your pussy clenched around him. You hooked one of your legs around his hips so that he pressed even deeper into your core, only then did he release your lips. “Are you trying to kill me?” All you could do was grin up at him before he flexed his hips and started to move. You were lost then, floating on a cloud that pushed you closer to that slice of heaven that seemed to only be found when he was inside you.

 The two of you moved as one, and all that could be heard in your bedroom was the sound of your bodies coming together mixed with your moans. Mat couldn’t control himself, he knew he was close to climaxing inside you, yet he pushed himself to bring you to that brink with him; driving into you with a force he knew that would bring you pleasure. When he couldn’t take it any longer, he wedged his hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit, with the right amount of pressure that drove you wild. That was all it took. Your back arched, your legs trembled, and your pussy quivered around him as the orgasm hit you. At the first sign of you cumming, Mat was done, so far gone in his own climax he couldn’t think straight.

 His body still shivered from the force of the orgasm, as he rolled to his side taking you with him. You laid there staring into his eyes as he gazed back at you. “Can you stay or do you need to go back to your room?”

 “Oh, I can stay, as long as you want me.” His hand was idly stroking your hair as you drew lazy circles on his chest, so content and at peace just being there with him.

 “Of course, I want you to stay.” There was nothing you wanted more than to lay just like this in his arms for the rest of the night and into tomorrow. You felt him get a bit more comfortable, shifting you ever so slightly so that your head was now on his chest where you could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

 “Well, then it looks like you got me.” You didn’t need to look at him to see the smile on his face. It was the same one that graced yours.

 As you lay there listening to Mat’s heartbeat you could feel yourself drifting off. “We should set the alarm,” you mumbled. “My phone is on the nightstand.” Mat grabbed it and went to hand it to you, but you were too sated to be bothered. “Just set it for whatever time you need up at.”

 Mat looked at the phone then and noticed the two missed calls and a voicemail there, both from the same number. He looked down at you resting on his chest, almost asleep. He should tell you, he really should, but then that ugly green-eyed monster reared its head and he found himself deleting both the calls. He waited until you were in a deep enough sleep before listening to the voicemail. He knew it was wrong but he couldn’t stop himself. Mat now knew Tyler was his competition and there was no way he was going to let him win this game, even if it meant he had to play a little dirty.  

[libraryofloveletters]

Amnesia

Spencer Reid x Reader 

Warnings: Fem!reader, cheesy love letters, crying, break ups, mentions of blood and injuries 

Category: Angst 

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: mkay, I didn't use the whole song. It flips back and forth between the reader and Spencer��s pov, flashbacks of their relationship are in italics!

Song: Amnesia 

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I drove by all the places we used to hang out getting wasted

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted

Aaron placed a paper on your desk. You glanced up at him as he gave your shoulder a small squeeze. Spencer’s eyes were on you and you could feel it. You weren't ready to tell them that you were transferring. 

Working with Spencer after the breakup was hard. 

You did what you believed was best for the team. You stood up and walked out to take a phone call, leaving everything where it was, figuring that you’ll pack up after everyone leaves. 

Spencer watches Penelope walk to your desk, her eyes scanning the paper on your desk. “It’s.. oh my god” she says, Derek looks over at her “what is it mama?” 

“Transfer papers. Y/n’s leaving the BAU”

Everyone’s eyes were on you as you walked back into the bullpen, everyone but Spencer. Penelope sat at your desk, the paper in her hand. “You’re really leaving ?” she had a small pout on her face, you nodded. “Oh baby” she pulled you into a hug, soon enough everyone came over.  

Everyone knew why you were transferring, it didn't need to be said. Spencer was on the team first, it was only fair that if one of you were going to leave then it would be you. 

“Come and visit all the time” JJ said as she and Emily hugged you, Emily nodding in agreement. 

“I’m gonna miss you mama” Derek gave you a good solid squeeze, “gonna miss you too, D” 

In typical Rossi fashion, you were greeted by two kisses on the cheek. “Don’t be a stranger kid” you smiled at him. 

Penelope hugged you once more, “promise you’ll come and see me all the time. Oh! and we’ll still have our weekly lunch and gossip” you laughed, “of course Penny, I wouldn't miss it for the world” 

Even Aaron seemed sad by your departure, “take care of yourself y/n” “you too Aaron” he gave you a small hug. 

Finally, Spencer stood up and made his way over. He gave you a quick and semi awkward hug before wishing you good luck. 

JJ, Penelope and Emily helped you pack up your desk and made you promise once more that you’ll come visit them. You glanced over at Spencer on your way to the elevator, his head was down in his book, his finger trailed across the page as he read. Once again, JJ, Emily and Penelope pulled you into a group hug before letting you get in the elevator. You smiled at them as the doors shut. 

The thought of your hug with Spencer replayed in your head. 

And even though your friends tell me you're doing fine

Are you somewhere feeling lonely even though he's right beside you?

When he says those words that hurt you, do you read the ones I wrote you?

7 months have passed since you last set foot in the BAU. You had been keeping up with the team outside of work. You had seen the girls for drinks one night, popped into Rossi’s for dinner, went over to help Derek with his latest house project and visited Aaron at one of Jack’s games. Only person you hadn’t seen was Spencer. 

At one of your girl’s nights, you met a guy named Jacob. The two of you hit it off and exchanged phone numbers, which led to a date which ended in you and Jacob starting a relationship. 

You had kept the girls in the loop about your budding romance with Jacob, but only the good parts. They didn't know about the fights and the sleepless nights. 

You were currently have one of those sleepless nights. Tumbling through your boxes of stuff from your apartment with Spencer, you came across a stack of letters. 

You opened one of them and began reading,

“To my darling y/n, 

This week has been tough. I wasn’t sure how to help you physically but I decided to help you the way I know how too, through words. Just a little reminder to make you feel better, hopefully. It was 2 years ago tonight that I asked you to be mine and you told me you loved me. You changed my life that evening, leading us on a journey that would bring us so much joy. 

Every time I look at you, my love for you grows deeper, a degree of love I didn't know I possessed. Whenever something good happens, you’re the first person I want to tell and when something bad happens, I know I can count on you to take me in your arms and tell me that everything will be okay. I can only hope that I'm that person for you because I want to be, because I'm here for you and I always will be. 

I’m the luckiest man in the world because I can say with all of my heart, that I'm in love with my best friend. I know that I can't give you the world, but I promise to hold on to you forever, there is nothing that would give me greater joy than seeing you happy. 

Your love is everything to me.

There’s not another in the world that can hold a candle to you, my love, as you are my one and only. I love you more than even the most heartfelt words can express. 

Yours always, 

Spencer. R” 

The tears rolled off your face and onto the paper. Spencer had always had a way of telling you exactly what you needed to hear, even if you weren't with him. 

Sometimes I start to wonder, was it just a lie?

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

Y/n and her boyfriend sat at Rossi’s dinner table with the rest of the team. He had invited her to the team dinner because they all missed her, even Spencer, although he would never admit that. 

Spencer knew she was coming, he just didn’t expect her to bring her new boyfriend. It felt wrong for her to do that because he would never bring another girl to a team dinner. 

There would never be another girl for him. 

They sat there laughing along with everyone as Derek told his story. His hand was on her shoulder and her smile was still as beautiful as it had always been. Spencer couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, she had captured his attention once again. 

“Pretty boy” Derek called out to him, breaking Spencer’s gaze away from her. 

“What is it ?” 

“Did you hear what I said ?” 

“Fran took your sister to the doctors only to find out that it was a hickey and not a burn mark. I heard you Derek” 

Y/n’s eyes were on Spencer as he spoke. Spencer glanced over at her, their eyes meeting. It felt like forever before either of them looked away. She gave him a small smile before shifting slightly which caused her boyfriend’s hand to fall off her shoulder. 

A glimmer of hope flashed through Spencer’s body. Her boyfriend’s hand falling off your shoulder, maybe it was intentional, maybe she was trying to tell him that she wanted Spencer and not him. 

Or maybe it was all in his head, he was reading too much into it. 

I remember the day you told me you were leaving

I remember the make-up running down your face

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them

Like every single wish we ever made

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget about the stupid little things

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I never can escape

The two of you stood in your bedroom screaming at each other. 

“How am I supposed to know what you’re thinking Spencer ? I can't read your friggin’ mind!” 

“Maybe if you paid attention to someone other than yourself, you’d know how I felt!” 

You scoffed and shook your head, you could not believe him right now. “What? you know it’s true y/n” he uttered, taking a seat on the bed

“I can’t believe you. Out of all the people in the world, you call me self centred ?” 

“I didn’t say tha-” 

“No, but you did. If only I paid attention to someone other than myself right ?”  

He rolled his eyes, he was acting like a child and he knew that. The last few weeks you’ve been wrapped up in work and honestly, yes, you had been a little distant but you were going to tell him why tonight. Since he wanted to act like a child and argue with you, why not give him what he wants? Since you never pay attention right? 

“I try my best to be there for you Spencer, I always do and you know that. You told me I coddle you too much, so I gave you your space. When you were worried about your mom, I sat up with you all night and helped you come up with ways to help her. When you were in the hospital, I sat by your bed day and night. Whenever you needed me, I was there for you. I dropped everything for you. So don’t you even dare to pull that I only focus on myself shit with me.” 

He was quiet, you stood in front of him. His arms reached out for you but you stepped away. 

“I don’t think you love me anymore y/n” Spencer whispered. 

“What?” you were in shock. 

“We haven't been okay for the last few weeks. This isn’t working, we barely talk and we see each other everyday, all day.” 

“Spence, I know I've been busy with work but I-” he cut you off 

“y/n, please. don’t.” He looked up at you with a sadness in his eyes. The tears threatened to fall but you held your ground. You couldn't let him see you fall apart, you wouldn't. 

“That’s it then ?” you looked at him, your face expressionless. “3 years for nothing?” 

“I’m sorry” 

“You’re not.” You picked up your go bag from the corner of the closet. “I’ll be back for my stuff another day” 

The pictures that you sent me they're still living in my phone

I'll admit I like to see them, I'll admit I feel alone

And all my friends keep asking why I'm not around

It hurts to know you're happy, yeah, it hurts that you've moved on

Spencer was moving out today. He couldn’t stay in a house full of memories.

Memories of her.

Derek had come over to help him pack up the last of his stuff. Spencer emptied his clothing into a suitcase, just throwing everything from the drawers into the suitcase. 

A picture had fallen onto the pile of clothes, it laid face down. It must have been buried between the clothes. Spencer picked it up, flipping it over. A smile creeped onto his face, it was one of those 4 frame pictures from a photo booth. You had managed to convince him to take one with you on your first official date as a couple. 

He sat on the bed, his finger brushing over the picture. The memories of that day coming back to him like it was yesterday. 

“Spence pleaseee” you begged him. 

“Y/n, do you know how many germs those photo booths have?” He gave her a stern look. 

“I promise to let you shower with bleach or lysol. Whatever will get the germs off” you laughed, he shook his head with a smile on his face. 

“Just this once” you grabbed his hand. He nodded, “just this once” 

The first picture was of the two of you laughing, your hand rested on his cheek. The second picture, you were in the same position, the two of you were smiling at each other and his hand rested on yours. The third picture, your foreheads were against each others and the final picture was of the 2 of you kissing. A tear rolled down his face, how could he have let you go like that? It hurt him just to think of you, let alone of how he let you go. 

“Pretty bo- what’s wrong?” Derek walked into the room, taking a seat beside him on the bed. Derek looks down at his hand to see the picture. Spencer looks at him, face covered in tears. Spencer opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out, instead he falls into Derek’s arms. 

“Shh, it’s okay. let it out man, you’ll be okay”

“Why did I let her go?” Spencer mumbled into his shoulder 

“What do you mean ?” 

“I just let her leave. I should have tried harder” 

“Spencer, she’s happy. Don’t beat yourself up okay ? You’ll be happy again too. I know you will” 

It's hard to hear your name when I haven't seen you in so long

It's like we never happened, was it just a lie?

If what we had was real, how could you be fine?

'Cause I'm not fine at all

“Oh my sweet Derek!” Penelope’s heels clicked as she made her way into the bullpen. 

Derek spun his chair around at the sound of her voice, “hey mama. What’s going on?” he got up and gave her his chair. She sat down and Derek leaned against the edge of his desk, she grabbed his hand. 

“You’ll never guess who came to visit me today!”

“Who was it babygirl?” 

“y/n! and she bought my favourite cold brew for me, oh man I miss her” Penelope let out a big breath between leaning back in Derek’s chair. Derek chuckled, “how is she?” 

Spencer’s head perked up when Penelope said your name. He couldn’t help but wander over to Derek’s desk. “She’s good, her and Jacob ended things but she’s happy.” Penelope smiled at Derek. 

“Hey Spence” Penelope smiled at him, he gave her a tight lipped smile. “Just needed to borrow this stapler” he picked up the first thing he saw which was the stapler. 

“You have one on your desk pretty boy” Derek chuckled, “yeah. mines broken” 

The truth was that Spencer just wanted to know how she was. He was glad to hear that she ended things with her boyfriend, maybe he could talk to her and fix things. There was that glimmer of hope again. 

He knew it was foolish to think that they could go back to what they had, or to even be friends but he truly hoped that she would come back to him. 

I remember the day you told me you were leaving

I remember the make-up running down your face

And the dreams you left behind you didn't need them

Like every single wish we ever made

Spencer sat at his desk when the door unlocked. You stepped in and sighed, “hey” Spencer looked up at you from his book. 

“Oh sorry, I didn't realize you’d be home. I figured you were still at the office” you mumbled, shutting the door. 

“It’s fine. You're here for your stuff?” he asked, watching as you place your keys beside his. You nodded, “everything is still where it’s always been” he said before turning his attention to his book. You headed into the bedroom to pack up the rest of the clothes you had left. 

You bumped into the bedside table knocking over the picture frame that was on it. “Shit” you bent down to pick up the pieces but you cut your finger on a piece of glass. Spencer walked into the bedroom after he heard the frame fall. 

“Y/n, are you okay ?” he helped you up, leading you to the bathroom. 

“I’m fine, I just cut my finger in the frame” you ran some water over your hand. You watched as the blood washed down the drain, not waiting to make eye contact with Spencer. “Let me get you a bandaid” he bent down to get one from the drawer, his head brushing against your leg. 

“I’m fine” you walked out of the bathroom, his hand grabbed yours. He wrapped the bandage around your finger and you let him. “Thanks” you mumbled before stuffing the rest of your clothes into the suitcase. He walked with you to the front door. 

“Thanks for letting me come get my stuff” 

“You don’t need to thank me y/n” 

You went to unlock the door when you felt Spencer’s hand on yours. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Spencer asked you quietly, you shook your head and let out a shaky breath. “Spencer... don’t do this. please” 

“I can't let you go” 

“it’s over, okay? you can't stop me from leaving” 

“y/n I love you” he whispered, looking at you. 

“I love you too Spencer, but what’s done is done” 

Spencer stood there, the two of you looking at each other. His back against the door and your hand on the knob. You felt the tear roll down your cheek, you watched his hand reach up to wipe it away. Spencer’s hand rested on your cheek, his thumb rubbing softly against your face. 

Right then and there, you wanted nothing more than to be in his arms again but you know you had to hold yourself together. 

“Move, please” you looked at him, pushing his hand away from your face. 

A small okay left his lips before he stepped away from the door. 

I wish that I could wake up with amnesia

And forget about the stupid little things

Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you

And the memories I never can escape

If today I woke up with you right beside me

Like all of this was just some twisted dream

I'd hold you closer than I ever did before

And you'd never slip away

“Good morning sleepy head” you smiled at him from the door. 

Spencer sat up and smiled at you. “Morning” you made your way over the bed with a cup of coffee for him. You set the mug on the bedside table before hopping back into bed with him. 

Spencer lays back down making himself comfortable against your chest. “How’d you sleep sweets?” you asked him as you ran your fingers through his curls. 

“I slept okay” he flipped over and onto his stomach. He rested his cheek on your stomach while looking up at you. 

The sun shined through the cracks in the curtains. The light glistened across your bare skin, accentuating your beauty. 

“Angel” Spencer mumbled smiling up at you. 

Your thumb rubbed softly against his cheek, “hm?” you smiled at him. 

“You look like an angel” his words causing you to blush. 

Tell me this is just a dream

'Cause I'm really not fine at all

Spencer's alarm goes off. 

6am. 

He rolled over to find an empty bed. Being back in your arms, you looking like an angel from the heavens was all a dream. 

You were actually gone. 

[foreverfangirlalways]

Vanilla and Buttercream

Summery: Janus has been on an emotional roller coaster in regards to Virgil, but after overhearing a conversation he is fed up and decides to take matters into his own hands.

INSPIRED BY THIS TIKTOK: https://www.tiktok.com/@stormy_gale/video/6900405649490873605?sender_device=mobile&sender_web_id=6932913585296918021&is_from_webapp=v1&is_copy_url=0

Ship: Anxceit, Analogical, Logince

Warning: cursing, angst, disguises

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

*I finally got inspired to write again! I hope I am able to finish up the rest of my stories soon. Let me know if you want this from Virgils POV!*

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“That’s it, I’m done. I’m so fucking done!” Janus growled under his breath as he walked down the corridors towards his room. As soon as he reached it, he slammed his door closed and threw his hat onto his bed.

When Virgil first broke up with him and moved in with the light sides, Janus understood. He hated it and felt like the love of his life ripped his heart out and threw it into a blender, but he had understood. After all, who would want to be stuck with an “ugly, lying, two faced snake” forever?

Even though it was Roman who said the words and then slammed the lights sides mind palace door in his face when he went looking for Virgil, Janus knew deep down that Virgil had to feel that way.

Why else would he have left?

Then when Virgil chucked his favorite hoodie out the door and into the dark realm with a note saying ‘I don’t need this anymore, and I feel like someone needs it more than me anyways,’ Janus got hope again. He quickly took the hoodie before any of the others could see it, and he slept with it on every night in hopes that one time he would wake and be holding Virgil in his arms again.

He always woke up disappointed.

Once he got accepted himself, things started to change. Virgil began to hangout with him again. He would sit on the counter and eat fruit loops while Janus stood next to him and drank a smoothie out of a wine glass. They worked together to help Thomas, listened to music while sitting in the living room, hell, Virgil even asked if he could tag along with Janus to go visit Remus.

And that last movie night when Virgil sprawled out on top of the back of the couch and fell asleep with his head on Janus’s shoulder, Janus subtly kiss Virgil on the cheek and whisper, “I miss you too” in his ear.

But the next morning, things were different. Virgil began to hang around Logan more and more. He seemed to be distancing himself from Janus, and that was heart wrenching. At game night Patton asked Virgil what the traits of his crush were and he replied with, “calculating, smooth, intelligent, and understanding” while staring Janus in the eyes but sent a wink to Logan at the end.

That was heartbreaking.

And when he walked in on the pair cuddling on the couch, with Logan holding Virgil like Janus used to, he felt the last few bit of his heart turn to ash.

But then just before Janus was to turn and wallow, he heard Virgil speak.

“I think Janus is over me. Do you think I should just move on? I thought when he kissed me and whispered that he missed me he meant it, but he hasn’t even tried to talk to me once since then. I know I was an ass in the past, but I really thought we made up. I even described him perfectly in with the crush question!”

Janus felt his heart heal in real time. “All this time Virgil has just wanted me to approach him! To prove I meant what I said!”

However, Janus’s thoughts came to a crashing halt when he heard Logan chuckle darkly.

“I told you he was probably just talking in his sleep. You know, you’re description also covered the traits of another side.” Logan told Virgil while rubbing his hand up and down Virgil’s arm.

Every time Logan’s hand rose, Janus felt his anger and blood pressure move up with it.

When Virgil looked up at Logan with his big, honey brown eyes and mused, “yeah, I guess it did,” Janus whirled around and stormed to his room in anger and frustration.

He was just so utterly done with being polite. He tried to be nice, he tried to be thoughtful, he tried giving space, but fuck. That. Shit.

“If Virgil wants calculating, if he wants proof of my feelings, if he wants Logan, then I am damn well going to give him it all.”

Janus made sure persuaded Roman to need Logan, dawned his Logan attire, made sure he had the correct tie, and headed right for Virgil.

As soon as Pseudo-Logan walked into the living room, Virgil looked up and smiled. Janus felt his blood boil from the knowledge that the smile isn’t really for him, and he guessed it must have showed because Virgil immediately dropped the smile.

“What happened? Did Roman piss you off or something?”

Pseudo-Logan adjusted his glasses and shook his head. “It was nothing I could not handle.”

Virgil nodded, and then kind of just looked at the other side. Moving along before Virgil caught on, Pseudo-Logan walked over and pulled Virgil’s hood down, making him look away.

“You know, you smell just like vanilla.”

Virgil didn’t really react to that, so Janus wrapped his hand over the smaller sides shoulder and had sprawled his fingers across his neck, just like he would always do get his attention when they were together.

Virgil grimaced but then smiled, knowing only one person who would ever dare to touch him like that.

Despite noticing Virgil’s reaction and realizing his cover is basically blown, Janus continues but in a much more obvious manner.

“You taste like buttercream.”

Virgil smiled wider, now with absolute certainty that the side next to him is Janus. Janus looked up and noticed Logan and Roman standing in the doorway, staring. He summoned his hat and decided to make sure Virgil knew 100 percent how Janus feels, without an audience.

“Your feelings up my senses with empty calories.” He brings the hat up, turns back into his true self, and kisses a smiling Virgil.

...

Afterwards he will learn about how Roman and Logan are a couple, and Roman suggested that Logan help out Virgil by making Janus jealous. Later he would hear the full conversation they had on the couch. But for now, Janus is happy to just finally have Virgil in his arms again.

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