#i still have to crawl to go outside. everytime. on the fucking floor. no choice for dignity

[natandacat]

I dont even want to mark the anniversary but im already feeling so much dread and this is adding to it. The first year was the worst for sure, but year 3 rolling around is just. 3 years. 3 years. And it keeps getting worse. I never could have predicted the past 6 months even at my more pessimistic. I don't know how to get out of what happened. I can't go back. Mostly because it can happen again. It may get even worse. There's no safety. Even more so because there's no acknowledgement of what happened. Adapted transport won't even agree not to send buses anymore. Doesn't matter they left me unresponsive on the fucking street last time. The hospital never took accountability for what they did to me. Nothing. I have this impulse to shake everyone I see and scream "do you know what happening to me". This pandemic is fucked up. I wanna survive it. I don't wanna be a fucking number. I'm not even gonna be counted as a fucking number because now that covid crippled me, it can kill me without raising anyone's eyebrow. How convenient. I'm just gonna be another cripple that proves to abled people that they're safe from covid. Doesn't matter that I was abled 3 years ago.

[adonis-koo]

don’t call me angel

Note: a parting gift for the new year! I hope you all enjoy because snarky best friends Seokjin/MC is my new favorite trope 🥺

↳ Summary: Life as an assassin was never what it was supposed to be, filled with bloody knuckles and bruised skin, sleepless nights and empty tears spilled. Life was hell, but it looked like just a fracture of heaven when Seokjin was with you. Until he’s become distant, tense when you speak to others, different, but just enough for you to subtly notice.

↳ Genre: Assassin!AU, angst, fluff, smut, fwb(?)

↳ Word Count: 14k

↳ Pairing: Seokjin/Reader, Jimin/Reader

↳ Tags: MC and Seokjin act like an old married couple, so much banter, jealous!Seokjin, dirty talk, begging, MC cries during sex, breathplay, overstimulation, oral (female receiving), tongue fucking, vaginal fingering, sex toys, bondage, possession kink, spanking, did I mention begging? Begging kink? Penetrative sex, MC doesn’t like to sub but Seokjin turns her into a little bitch, angry sex, HEAVY degradation, edging, cumplay

Namjoon | Seokjin | Jungkook

The seat was cold, the good news was your ass had become numb at least an hour ago, regardless, the metal outdoor chair that had been seated in front of the cafe that was well past closing time was anything but comfortable. Your knuckles were nearly blue and you had kept your teeth from chattering. How the guards didn’t bother to ID check you at this hour was honestly god sent. One lonely girl, three in the morning, a silenced beretta strapped to your stomach that was concealed by the hoodie you wore. 

You thought at least the weeb kitsune masks you had begged Seokjin to buy would’ve raised some suspicious if not their interest in harassing a young girl late at night. But alas, it was early morning, freezing and you could tell even with an AR-15 in hand they all would much rather be in bed asleep. Surely they would’ve seen your lip twitch in a scoff had it not been for the black medical mask: Sloppy.

No wonder this was like stealing candy from a baby when your target hired shitty club level security. Glancing back down at your phone your eyes flickered up once more to the figure across the narrow street, also seated on a bench, Seokjin never did like the cold either.

You couldn’t even finish typing before fumbling with your phone at the familiar sound of the silenced shot sound, pulling the pistol from its holster you had quickly rolled from your chair to kneel before firing two shots into the men who had hardly any time to witness their coworkers splattered like pancakes on a sunday morning onto the ground. 

“Can you fucking wait five seconds!?” You snapped standing up as you pushed the safety back on your firearm, “You’re lucky we’re as well trained as we are.” 

Seokjin who had been strolling across the road suddenly flung his arms up in the air, his face shielded by the- in his opinion- ridiculous kitsune mask and medical mask both. But you knew his expressions well enough by now to practically see the snarky, raised brow and incredulous look, “You were the one who wanted to take governors avenue! Seokjin it will be faster.”

Your lips curled in anger as you squinted at him from your skewed, darkened vision of your mask, this little shit was mocking you! “It was! Who the hell wants to fucking scale a cliff at three in the morning!? Not me!” You opened your mouth only to scowl as you twisted around to face the direction you had been slowly commuting.

Technically the more discreet route would’ve been cliffside but that was also under heavy regulation and Yoongi didn’t have enough clarence, or strings to pull to get you an entry card. Therefore scaling would’ve been your only option, but jesus fuck! Three in the morning, nearly negative ten degrees. It would the slowest pace, but safest.

But for fucks sake you killed people for a living who wanted to freeze their ass off cliffside when you had a direct path. It was the most risky and crawling with security but goddamn was it less cold between the buildings and a whole lot closer to your destination, so honestly? The choice was obvious to make, Seokjin just wanted to complain and gripe about not getting his way, to which you’d ignore or tell him to suck it up, like now.

“You know what? Whatever, the longer we stay here the more likely trucks will be on rotation, come on put the bodies in that alley way, snow will cover up the rest of the blood.” You were already dragging the meathead of the group into the narrow alley as Seokjin groaned, kicking at the fresh pile of snow before- most likely rolling his eyes and doing as told.

“Wouldn’t have to put a body in an alleyway if you did what we were supposed too.” Seokjin grumbled under his breath as he slumped the last body down next to it’s new grave for the next...hour at most? Your brain was constantly ticking in the future, that would be enough time...If everything went too plan. 

“Oh shut up where’s the fun in that.” You slapped his back earning a grunt from him as you let out a breathy laugh, appearing out of the alley way as you made your way back up the street. 

This villa was technically under curfew yet the guards on rotation really just didn’t seem to give a shit, most likely out of not getting paid enough and less loyalty to their boss then to their wives, it was the cars Yoongi said you’d have to watch out for. They were the higher rank and the ones that could track you down if things went from bad to worse. 

The good news was that was the last hurdle of this night...well on the outside of the mansion, The lights were all on and you could hear the music blaring even from here, they’d surely be up all night in celebration, Wonho and his cronies at least. Everyone else...well they might get the hint the party was over when you took your leave.

Seokjin and you had parted ways as he made his way to the watch tower that overlooked your room, or well the vacant one you’d be scaling too. The mansion was a little more tricky, guards were suspicious at every rattle and noise they heard and the time slot for you to scale up five floors was going to be crunched.

“Any day now.” You sighed, leaning back against the brick wall, branches uncomfortably sticking and poking every end of your body as you did your best to not breath as any time you did the bushes would rattle, a thin layer of snow was nearly coating your whole body and you couldn’t feel your fingers anymore, “Seriously for fucks sake, what are you doing? Taking a piss off the tower? It’s fucking cold and the little paranoid freak won’t stop staring at my bush everytime I try to move.” 

“Staring at your bush?” Seokjin’s voice crackled from your intercom as he tutted, sounding thoroughly unamused and you could almost see his snide lip curl, “You need to go back to languages class.” You only rolled your eyes as he continued, “I just set up camp and got rid of the bodies, you’re underneath your window right?”

You managed to get up against the building and set yourself down but two guards just wouldn’t leave the perimeter despite rotation, glancing up you could see the ledge of your room’s window even from the ground but there was no way you’d make it fifteen feet without a bullet in the ass, or potentially head, “Yeah but those two won’t leave, can you get them out of here?” 

“No there’s two over on the east side that could see from the position they’re in, let me wire Yoongi and see if he can help. Just sit tight for now.” You let out a silent groan as you pressed back against the wall.

You couldn’t say you weren’t getting paid enough for this, because in most casing you definitely were but honestly? No amount of money was worth sitting in ass freezing snow waiting for god only knew how long just to get inside. You closed your eyes trying to imagine the inside of the mansion, Wonho was rich, he’d have heating, it would be warm, maybe you could even get a drink if you’re lucky.

You nearly jumped out of your seat at the sound of the two guards who had been on standby suddenly rushing over to the east as if something urgent had happened. Fuck you could only hope Kim hadn’t blown his cover, he was a careful guy, there was no way it was him. Hopefully, he should be in the building by now.

“Yoongi scrambled their gates lock system, you have five minutes before west guards make their way up.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you stood up, wasting no time to utilize the window seals for your climb. Had you not been awake for over seventeen hours this would’ve felt like a piece of cake.

Your arms were still strained however as you paused, groaning as you muttered, “Namjoon better have unlocked that fucking window.” Kim was supposed to prep your room before making his way down to scope out the main floor, he was never sloppy, but being tired, sleep deprived and the first phase of hunger setting in was really making you question your life choices. Or what little choice you were given at least.

“You know if you keep bitching they’re gonna see you.” Seokjin replied, suddenly snorting as he continued, “Actually, bet they will. I’ll finally be free from your constant whining and stubbornness.”

Clacking your tongue you pushed open the window before climbing through, sighing you collapsed on the ground, temporarily closing your eyes as you replied, “Maybe, but your life would be a hell of a lot less fun without me.”

“Well it will be if you don’t get your ass up, come on Y/n we don’t have all day. Some of us don’t get the luxury of going inside.” Seokjin complained as you rolled your eyes, standing up as you shut the window. Turning around you made your way for the closet, pushing the hood down and peeling off your facial wear.

“Boohoo, suck it up. This shouldn’t take longer than a half hour at most.” Stripping down you let your skin bask in the heated warmth of the indoors. Your blood was pulsing and throbbing at the drastic temperature change as you began to dig through the closet. You could only hope Wonho had already drank enough to not be entirely straight on his feet or else this was going to be a lot longer than you wanted.

This however, was a celebration after all, Wonho just successfully took down one of Rio’s biggest militias and long time overseas rival. Everyone would be drunk tonight, and if not they were well on their way. 

“Wow you couldn’t even dress for the occasion,” Seokjin whistled low while tutting, as if in disappointment as you stood up straight, glaring over your shoulder at the window where he undoubtedly had the scope of his sniper aimed on your ass, only covered in a plain pair of black thermal underwear in hopes of keeping you warm. It did not.

“I’m here to lynch him Jin, not sleep with him.” You rolled your eyes as you pulled the dress from the closet, pulling it over your shoulders before tugging down the tight material that strapped against your body, your cleavage decently on display, hopefully enough to keep Wonho’s interest compared to all the other, more than likely attractive women to keep his attention. Kicking off your boots and peeling off your socks you could hear Seokjin scoff through the static, “Could’ve fooled me.”

You decided to ignore his comment as you slipped on the heels, you were already fairly tall as it was and if he couldn’t see you before he definitely would now given you were at the same height as a fully grown man, “Alright, I'm on my way to location, keep me updated if rotation for guards changes.”

“On it.” 

Shoving your clothes into the bottom of the closet you firmly shut the door before making your way out of the room, the hallway was packed just as you assumed yet no one questioned you stepping out of the room, all to absorbed in their conversations, or the person they were lip locked with. Shuffling through the hallway you made your way to the elevator, the woman inside was almost completely wasted, knocking you to the back where the greasy older gentlemen stood with a slight drunken leer in his eyes while licking his lips at the sight of your breasts.

Grimacing you folded your arms as you ignored the packed, alcohol reeked scene, finally breathing relief at the ding of the door before exiting the elevator. 

The main floor wasn’t much better, it had been completely trashed and bottles had littered the floor. Honestly it rivaled that of a much more expensive, and dangerous version of a frat house. Your eyes however weren’t trained on the floor anymore as you scoped the crowd, your eyes landing on the three piece clad blue suit and slicked, styled hair as you swooped in, strutting towards the figure before standing beside him with a hum, “Fancy seeing you here.” 

“We were briefed on this in the same room Y/n.” Namjoon glanced at you as he rolled his eyes, ever the pragmatic, glancing at your figure before giving a small nod, “Good to see you didn’t bust your ass trying to get in.” 

Your lips twisted into a scowl, you were never known for your scaling skills and maybe that was why you snubbed Seokjin’s idea of using cliffside to get in, regardless, you made it and that was what counted, crossing your arms you said, “And if I had, do you think you could get Wonho to swing the other way?” 

To that he rolled his eyes once more. Namjoon and you...had a long history one that was naturally shared with Seokjin of course. He was the leader of your group...well...as much as he could be. Operations were rarely held as a full team but usually he’d always lead them when they were. You and Seokjin were the first two to be assembled onto the team, or the first to meet Namjoon at least. You had met him before when you were younger though, briefly. 

Not only was Namjoon a good assault expert and spy but he was like the glue that kept everyone from killing each other. He had your respect and that was the highest honor someone could ever receive from you. He was an excellent leader. 

“You are the most stale person I’ve ever met,” You muttered under your breath, his lack of banter however was always something that made you grumble, he was dry, pragmatic and could always be relied on to get the job done. But where was the jazz? Where was the spice? The drama? Talk about boring, “Is the target on sight?” 

“Back corner of the room on the right. We have company.” Namjoon tutted, his tone of voice suddenly on edge making you stand up straighter, glancing around in search for what he meant. What you found however was the familiar sight of burgundy hair and a charismatic smile that could rival the sun. 

Squinting your eyes slightly you felt confusion suddenly cloud your thoughts at the unexpected appearance of your interrogation expert, “What is Hoseok doing here?” You glanced at Namjoon curiously but his expression told you he was just as in the dark, and his brooding eyes let you know he was less than happy about it.

“Who knows,” His eyes flickered to the ground, his icy glare enough to freeze someone had he looked up, “Park loves keeping us in the dark.”

It was the truth, in all fairness. Park almost always used the whole team for an operation yet never told one another, just leaving you all in the dark as the puzzle pieces fell together. You supposed you didn’t have a reason to know why Hoseok was here, but a heads up would’ve been nice had things gone sideways.

This was how Park ran though, it’s what made his business, his elite group from potentially selling him out and turning on him. You can’t leak an operation if you don’t know who else is apart of it. He always had more than one motive for something like this. You knew he did, you just couldn’t figure out what.

You shrugged, glancing at Hoseok’s figure one last time before letting your eyes slowly flicker to Wonho, he was still cramped up in the corner with his friends and right hand man, all laughing and looking about as drunk as you had hoped. Good. 

“Where’s your little protege at?” Your lips curled slightly as you quipped.

Namjoon couldn’t stop the snort from escaping his lips as he curved an eyebrow at you, flecks of amusement in his eyes, “Sitting at home probably beating the shit out of a punching bag. Made him sit this one out, it’s too important and I don’t think he has enough experience for something like infiltration yet.”

Humming you glanced back at your target, “Not a lot of faith there huh. He’s never gonna gain experience if you don’t let him.” It was ironic for you to be the one saying that given he hated your guts for an unbeknownst reason but you did feel for the kid. He had potential, he just needed to hone it, and maybe mature a little.

“Maybe when he doesn’t threaten to choke slam you anytime you’re in the same room.” Namjoon replied as you threw up your hands, you couldn’t help it. Well maybe you could, you were well known for instigating when someone was in a bad mood but still, you had to keep yourself on your toes somehow.

“Alright fair enough,” You surrendered with a sigh, “Let’s just get this over with, stand here any longer and Seokjin is gonna be up my ass about how he’s cold. You should head for rendezvous, I got things from here.” 

Namjoon only nodded as he replied, “Copy. Good luck L/n.” With that Namjoon took a step back before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you alone as you subtly kept your eyes on your target as you began your trek over to his location. Lingering around the bar as you shifted your expression into a far more pleasant one. It took a few more minutes but you had caught Wonho’s eyes just as you had hoped, tossing him a shy smile as you glanced away.

It was almost too easy getting his attention, you had played this little game for only a few more minutes before you watched him abruptly dismiss his friends as he walked your way. You had to drop your gaze back to the floor the glass you held still completely full despite acting as if you were casually drinking.

“I don’t think we’ve ever met, the names Lee Wonho.” Wonho had smoothly introduced himself as he loosened his tie, his eyes not leaving your figure as you bashfully glanced up, resisting the urge to let your lips cave into a full blown smirk.

Rather you kept the seemingly innocent look on your eyes as you smiled sheepishly, “O-oh...I...I didn’t realize you were the owner of the estate, Choi Dahyun, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

It was like a fish and reel and Wonho was practically racing towards the dry land as he wolfishly grabbed your hand you had extended, pressing it to his lips as he smirked, “The pleasure is all mine.” You had to resist the urge to cringe as you smiled once more. Easing into conversation with possibly one of the biggest underworld leaders at the moment.

It took months to set this up, to get to this moment in time. Finally, you’d be able to rest once this was over. It was almost amusing to think about, Wonho was a man in his mid forties, a whole empire behind him that had been passed down to him by his grandfather, he dealt in mafia affairs, one of the biggest narcotic dealers on the blackmarket and his stock of stolen military weaponry was uncanny. And yet, he was about to meet his demise by a pretty face and a set of tits. The irony was something you’d revel in for days and something that would look shiny on your resume. 

It was almost too easy getting Wonho up to your room, you had even kept your eyes peeled, feeling as if this was too easy. Did he know? You could feel the small sliver of paranoia in the back of your head. Did Wonho know who you were? Was this apart of his plan? You couldn’t help but wonder. At this point though, did you have a choice? It was now or never. 

You nearly grimaced at the way Wonho’s lips practically sucked against yours, his teeth messily gnashing as you pulled him into the room. The door shutting behind him as he whirled you around pressing you into the wall.

What you didn’t expect as your airflow to suddenly be cut off with a gag, Wonho only pulled away enough to look at you, smug and sneering as he hummed, “Nice try but I know Park’s bitches when I see them.” You gave an ice cold smile as you winced at the squeeze of his hand on your neck, “Why did he send you huh? Were you looking for the storage of narcotics? The data we hacked from Jang? Or did you just wanna get your little panties wet with the best?” 

You let out a squeezed scoff, “You think you’re some hot shit don’t you? Well let me tell you, trying to be mr badass and take me on by yourself was the worst thing your dick driven ego has done yet.” 

“Uh Y/n we have a problem.” You could hear Seokjin on your intercom, “I’m seeing a big head count on the eastern end of the perimeter, I think the bodies from earlier might have been discovered, are you almost done with Wonho?” 

You could hardly focus on his voice though when you were thrown across the room, wheezing as you were knocked against the dress, falling to the floor with a thud as your body ached in pain, “You underestimate me little girl. You think I’m the leader of the most powerful group on the planet? I’ve already crushed Yun’s little militia, next I’ll sweep Jang out from under his feet and when I’m done with him? I’ll fucking string Park on his ass for his little boy to watch. I could be god-” 

You jolted at the bullet pierced through his head, blood splattering the ground and leaking from the now grotesque state of what was once left of the man-god Wonho, or so he proclaimed himself to be. Sitting still for a total of ten seconds before you finally spoke, “Thanks- but I really wanted that on my resume…”

“Can you be grateful for once in your life? Get dressed and fucking light the place up we need to go now. There’s a helio on sight and I think Wonho was storing a good portion of his army in the warehouse.” 

Standing up you made quick work of your dress and heels before opening the closet and dressing in your outfit once more, your lips curled into a smile at the sight of the small bottle of gasoline Namjoon had left as a parting gift. Perfect.  

Pulling the hoodie up you popped the lid off the bottle before splashing gasoline throughout the room, opening up the window you poured the rest down the wall, your nose wrinkling at the pheromone smell before quickly throwing the bottle over your shoulder and scaling the wall. You could hear yelling and gunshots in the distant causing your adrenaline to spike as you swore under your breath.

Pulling the lighter from your pocket you lit up the gasoline, the fiery path licking at its substance as it spread up the wall and into the room. Quickly you glanced each direction before hurrying back to the watch tower. What was the gunfire from? And furthermore you couldn’t hear the helio.

“I’m headed for rendezvous, you good?” You had quickly pushed yourself up against the wall. Holding your breath as the two guards hurried past towards the west side, what happened?

“Already halfway there, you better hurry up before I decide to leave you.” Seokjin tutted as you scoffed, was that a challenge? He knew you could never say no to that.

Getting to the plane was already difficult as it was, the place was crawling with guards and security and by the time your room had exploded the whole place was being evacuated. It was an absolute mess. But the large crowd of panicked civilians gave you a big out to escape through the crowd on the bright side.

You couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief when you saw the plane, Seokjin leaned up against the set of stairs in place scrolling on his phone, “Did you hear about Hyuna trying to get into Jimin’s pants last night?” 

Peeling both masks off as your hoodie knocked down you looked at him incredulously as you both stepped up into the plane, nodding at the guard who shut the door as you huffed, “We literally just finished killing one of Korea’s biggest crime lords and you’re fucking concerned about who Hyuna is sleeping with?”

“It’s a valid concern!” Seokjin replied indignantly, pushing his own hoodie off before throwing his masks onto the other couch, collapsing on the couch you both stood in front of as he groaned, “Should be for you too since Jimin is the one trying to get in your panties.”

You groaned at his words, sluggishly flopping down next to him. Seokjin had been incessant on bringing up the younger college boys crush on you the past three weeks and just as every other time you still didn’t understand what he was getting at. Your body involuntarily curling against his own as Seokjin pulled you close. His chin resting on your head as you dug your nose against his neck, “Shut up.” 

Seokin only snorted, “You know I’m right.” You could only let out a yawn, ignoring his probing. The kind he did when something bugged him but he never wanted to outright say it. It had been like this since you had the unfortunate luck to garnering Jimin’s undying attention. You had never pried though as to why it bugged him. At least not until he got on your nerves.

Regardless, you were glad the day was finished. Wonho had finally been lynched and you would get the well deserved rest you had earned.

“Shoot her.”

Your heart was racing and it hurt to blink. When did things come to this? No… you always knew this would be the outcome. Everyday of your miserable existence was spent in preparation for this, all the blood that stained your hands, all the screams that would forever haunt your memories, you knew it would come to this. You just didn’t think you’d be on the losing side. If there was one thing you were never prepared for, it was him who’d pull the trigger on you.

“I said: shoot her.” He snarled, the gun aimed at your forehead had been shaking, god you remembered this so many times. 

Glancing up weakly his expression was one you’d never forget, the way Seokjin’s eyes were blown out, his knuckle white from how harshly he gripped the gun, adrenaline in his own veins forcing it’s view into life as it shook. He looked horrified, as if living the horrors he’d dream of every night, “Shoot her Kim and you could go places. You’ve come so far, you’ve already killed so many...What’s one more?”

You swallowed thickly, fear shooting through your veins at the way Seokjin’s expression morphed, his fear suddenly dampening as if curious by his words, his eyes leaving yours as he turned his head ever so slightly, as if listening to his every word, “Seokjin jesus christ don’t listen to him. Please.”

“Do it. Pull the trigger Kim, just another faceless person to add to the body count.”

Fear twisted onto your face at the way he tightened his grip on the gun, slowly his lips curled into a smile, almost sneering down at you. Of course it would end like this. The way it was supposed to end, “Better luck next time L/n.”

The scream in your throat had ripped out as you shot up from the sprawled on position in bed, the wet substance of tears dripping down your cheeks despite the constant tremor in your body, your breath shaky as you ran a frantic hand in your hair. It was just a dream! It was just a dream! Seokjin would never do that to you. He never did.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening, a small whimpered sob escaping your lips at the sight of Seokin’s sleep ridden appearance, having heard the familiar cry through the walls as he sat down on the bed, wordless as you practically flew into his arms, a hiccup escaping your lips as you burrowed into the safety of his neck.

“Shhh, it was just a dream.” Seokjin hummed gently, lips pressing into your hair as you choked out a soft sob, “Was it the same one?” Wordlessly you nodded as you forced the ugly sob down your throat, tears silently treading down your cheeks as Seokjin laid you both down, his arms securely around you as he tucked you away against him. 

Your tears slowly began to cease at the feeling of his hand stroking your back, occasionally tangling and playing with your hair as he continued to pepper your head with soft kisses soothingly, your heart rate had finally begun to slow down as Seokjin murmured, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No.” You spat out, your voice raspy, anger twisting in your veins despite your watery eyes, your hands had balled into fists against the white shirt he wore, “I hope he’s rotting in hell.” Seokjin only sighed, pulled away a little as he laid his head on the pillow you both shared. 

His eyes had that soft gleam in them, the kind he’d only reserve for you in moments like this, when it was four in the morning and you’d have to be up soon for debrief, “You know I never intended on shooting you, right?” 

Your eyes dropped to his chest as you felt his long fingers brush your near cold tears from your cheeks, “Yeah, but that doesn’t change the fact that he still tried to convince you too,” You were well aware of the bitter tone your voice held as you bit out, “Wish I could’ve been the one to kill him. I would’ve been a hell of a lot less merciful.” You snarled anger twisting in your eyes at the mental image, “He’d be begging for me to kill him.” 

“Y/n…” Seokjin could feel a piece of his heart chip at the borderline insanity in your voice, the kind he and you both tiptoed on every day, you had been put through such a horrendous childhood, it amazed him Park hadn’t put you both in a mental ward yet, or at least in therapy, ”He’s dead.” Seokjin cupped your cheeks, his gaze penetrating your soul the way it always would in these late, dark hours, “You need to let it go. Holding on to this isn’t going to do anything for you.” 

You felt your lips quiver, a small scoff escaping your mouth at your own patheticness, a new fresh stream of tears trickling down your cheeks as you murmured, “I wish I knew how.” You knew he was right, that you needed to let the resentment that had festered in your mind for your childhood, the horror you went through, you needed to let it all go. But how? Where could you begin? There was just so much. And it wasn’t like you could go to a regular therapist for this.

“Shhh.” Seokjin cooed softly, pulling you close to him as you let out another soft sob, curling against his warm body for safety. 

The only person you would ever trust on this planet, you both had gotten on one another's nerves now more than anything. But Seokjin was all you had left in this world, you’d never let go of him, “Just try to fall back asleep, I’ll be here if you wake up.”

Your eyes were already falling heavy against your cheeks, the smell of strawberry body wash he insisted on using lulling you back to sleep, you’d be okay. You’d be okay as long as Seokjin was with you.

“So, rough night?” The boldness in your casual words, as if you hadn’t been sniffling and bawling your eyes out last night, was immense, if not annoying to everyone in the room, all dead eyes with a lack of sleep. You raised your brows at the silence you were met with at the oval dining table everyone sat at as you took a sip of the motor oil Yoongi considered coffee.

The only person who had been absent at the table was Taehyung- who had been getting cozy with a governor's wife in Peru, not out of actual interest for her. But for his job at seduction and information retrieval, he could undoubtedly have everyone their knee’s for him in the matter of ten seconds if he wanted. The power of being hot and knowing it.

Namjoon only sighed as he facepalmed, his protege though- the one with the permanent brooding scowl on his face ever since he laid eyes on you let his face screw into an even more sour look, as if that was even possible. 

You couldn’t stop the snort from escaping your lips as your eyes met, “We’re not here for small talk.” Jungkook suddenly snarled at you, as if breathing the same air as you pissed him off. It probably did.

You whistled as you leaned back in your seat, thoroughly amused at the way he gritted his teeth and snarled like a rabid dog, “Aite damn. You don’t have to give me such a constipated look though- I mean seriously, you look like you’re about to bust the fattest shit since birth.” The gurgled choke came from Yoongi- the only person who could appreciate your dry yet somewhat cheeky sense of humor.

Jungkook suddenly stood up from his seat, slamming his hands on the table as he growled, everyone not bothering to intervene, as they all knew this was the only form of entertainment they’d ever get when you were all in the same room, “Is this some fucking game too you? Park has never called for all of us to be in the same fucking room. And all you can do is crack a joke?” 

You clacked your tongue as you leaned back in your seat, such a hot head...Namjoon’s protege was something else. Not that you minded though, at least not completely, it meant you had someone to provoke meanwhile until Park could be benevolent enough and make time for you all, “He’s never called us together since you’ve been here,” Your eyes cut slightly and your words pointed, “This isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Now get your panties out of a twist, me and Seokjin just lynched Wonho, whatever this is, can’t be more difficult than that.”

Jungkook was, the newest addition to the team by a little over a year. You didn’t know the details and furthermore you didn’t care. 

As long as Namjoon trusted him you would as well, as you did trust his judgement. He was pragmatic and had a good read on people and if he thought Jungkook was worth taking in, then you’d imagine he had a good reason to believe so.

And the more you worked with Jungkook- against his will, you could understand why. He was a remarkable marksman and a hell of a shot, but he was also ill tempered, foul mouthed and had the maturity of an eleven year old boy, dare you mention it made sense given he was the youngest out of you all at the staggering infant age of 21.

Jungkook would have chipped a tooth at how hard he grinded his teeth together, glaring you down as if you’d explode upon contact, his childishness never ceased to amaze or amuse you, his sour expression almost made you laugh. Fortunately, it was a good thing you still had some self restraint left, being ever the observant and noticing the bulge in his pants you were almost eighty seven percent positive that was not a boner. 

You didn’t think Jungkook would kill you, but you wouldn’t put it past him to take out a kneecap if you pushed enough buttons. 

The doors, thankfully opened to the sight of Park Woojin, CEO and billionaire to one of the world's largest corporations, he was well known for his reserved yet charming nature and was almost always doing good works, funding for charities and such. He also just so happened to be your boss, the one who owned his own elite team of assassins and special unit for his every underworld need at the drop of a hat. He was untouchable. He was the devil in a three piece suit, walking in as if he had owned your lives.

It only served to make you angry that he did. Jungkook was a talented kid, he was smart and a good shot, you could commend him all day long- though never to his face as he didn’t need an ego the size of Park’s- but if there was one thing you couldn’t understand, it was why in gods name did he willingly sign his life away.

On long nights you and Seokjin often mused the question; why would he do something so stupid? It was different with the rest of you, you didn’t get a choice in doing this, being who you were, Park did own you, he owned all of you. And for Jungkook to just...sign the contract. You couldn’t wrap your head around the concept. He didn’t just sell his soul to the devil, he gave it to Park on a silver platter. 

“Good you’re all here.” Park pulled the seat out at the end of the table as he sat down, everyone had quickly straightened in their seats…besides you, too tired and not enough of a will to live anymore as you stayed slumped in your seat with said cup of motor oil in hand, “I have places to be so I’ll make this quick. L/n and Kim have terminated Wonho Thursday early morning. I’ve only found out last night that they were actually in deal with Jang.” 

His dark eyes suddenly pierced on you, “You said Wonho was planning on destroying them correct,” You gave a brief nod, “My thoughts are he was attempting to earn their trust and take them out from the inside. Jang refuses to believe that and is out for redemption at the moment. You’re all to keep a low profile for now. They don’t know I was the one who sent you and right now we’re under suspect. No one is going on any missions or operations until this is resolved, understood?”

Everyone gave a nod yet no one spoke a word making Park stand up as he nodded, “Good. You’re free to stay or go but make sure you’re discreet in public. Especially you Y/n, you were the one inside the mansion last seen with Wonho.”

You only yawned with a nod, not taking his words too serious. This wasn’t the first time this had happened either. And if Jang seriously thought his shotty guys could take you out he was an actual idiot. Or at least that’s what you told yourself because you honestly didn’t have the energy to care anymore. Briefly you noticed Jungkook seemed to tense and Namjoon had shot him a look making you and Seokjin both glance at one another, as if catching the same moment.

At least there would be something to gossip about later. 

Most people assumed by your dry, snarky and cynical personality you were above mundane things such as gossip. They were wrong in every way possible. What could possibly be more fun than to laugh at others misfortune and continue to spread false information, you and Seokjin took delight in hearing about any sort of campus drama, teammate drama, anything you guys could get your filthy hands on for discussion.

Hoseok was the first to jump out of his seat with a groan as soon as Park shut the door to the room, “Could’ve just sent us a text. Thanks for lighting the whole fucking mansion on fire by the way.” He sent you a sharp smile, yet when you looked closely you could see the minor flecks of annoyance that could cloud any sunshine smile he gave.

You clacked your tongue as you shot him finger guns, ignoring his annoyance because in all honesty if he wanted to get pissy with someone then he should’ve mentioned it to Park in the five minutes you briefly saw him, “Not my fault Park didn’t let us know we’d have a little imp crawling up everyone's ass last night. And here I had hoped you got toasted with the rest of that place.” 

Hoseok couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping his lips, though annoyed, he was also one of the few who didn’t mind you. Well, most of the team didn’t mind you honestly. Hoseok in particular enjoyed word spar with you and was possibly the only person who never took it personally, “I’m like a roach babydoll-” 

“Gross and ridden with diseases?” You cringed, initially realizing where he was taking the sentence but unable to resist another potshot.

“Unkillable.” Hoseok sent a wink, he was about as much of a playboy as Taehyung was, in all honesty, but the fact that he had really likened himself to a roach was both, cringeworthy and ballsy at the same time. 

Seokjin lifted his lip slightly in disgust as he scoffed, “Babydoll and roach don’t belong in the same sentence.” He stood up as well, stretching out with a yawn, his hair dusting over his bangs and his eyes just as tired as everyone else's yet you could notice he seemed tensed and a little annoyed for reasons unknown.

Hoseok only let the smile curve on his lips again, pushing his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he replied, “And Y/n would still jump in my bed if she went home with me.” You indignantly parted your lips to reply you most certainly would not. But then again...No words came out of your mouth as you considered, honestly, who were you to object to that? 

“I...yeah okay fair enough.” You had come to terms with it, mutually agreeing that you would definitely sleep with him in such a scenario while watching Seokjin grit his teeth, looking at you sharply though you didn’t understand why. 

Hoseok sent you a wink before exiting the room making you snicker, you were a shameless person, you wouldn’t lie and pretend like you were offended by his words when he was right.

Shrugging you stood up to join Seokjin as he rolled his eyes, choosing to say nothing though you could tell something snarky was on the tip of his tongue. You supposed you’d have to confront this new behavioral change eventually, just not right now when everyone was curiously eyeing you both.

“Y/n! It’s so good to see you!” 

You froze at the angelic, sweet voice. All you wanted was a warm croissant roll and something sweet to drink. Was that too much to ask for anymore? 

Coughing you whirled around to see the beautiful face of Park Jimin, his smile precious and sweet and eyes were practically sparkling at the sight of you. Why, why did he have to like the grungy, dead eyed kid that didn’t even go to college? You only hung around for the overly expensive coffee at this cutesy cafe. 

You see, the problem wasn’t Jimin, well it was, but it really wasn’t because of him. He was the sweetest soul you had ever met and for some reason, had the most heart melting crush on you, except it was one sided. 

Awkwardly, given he was your bosses son. If Park ever caught wind Jimin was associating with you, you were positive not even god could help you in that situation. 

You still couldn’t see it. The fact that they were actually related. Jimin was nothing like his father, he was sweet and gentle, he’d probably cry if he ever had to hurt a fly, let alone a human. 

And that was the saddest part. 

Jimin wasn’t even aware of the empire he would soon inherit. The girl he had a crush on that he’d have to string up like a puppet and use for his benefit. You’d have to watch his father crush every ounce of innocence he had. The idea, actually hurt to think about. 

You couldn’t help but wonder some days, if his smile would be the same after his father told him you were a slave assassin, that you had killed over hundreds of people and tortured plenty of others when Hoseok needed an extra hand, would he still like you when he saw the blood that stained your hands and the wrath in your veins?

Jimin, was the only person on the planet, that could possibly make you feel ashamed for who you were, what you did for a living. Jimin was like the sweet humanity you had been void of your whole life. You liked his presence, you genuinely could see yourself with him. Happy. But that was a reality you’d never indulge in. No this wasn’t a fairytale, and you weren’t going to act like there was a happy ending for you when there wasn’t.

“Don’t you have class?” You didn’t mean to come off as standoffish, but you could never fully get to know Jimin, at least comfortably. Furthermore, as much as you enjoyed his company you couldn’t help but wonder if Park knew about it already. About this, about his son’s interest in you. Was he waiting for the right moment? It was difficult to say but you didn’t want to risk it, you could toe the line with Park all day long but you knew when it was time to straighten up. The sooner you could shoo Jimin out the door the better.

Jimin raised his brows slightly, the soft tufts of honey blonde hair covering his forehead as he tilted his head in confusion,  “It’s winter break Y/n. Are you busy…? I’m sorry if I interrupted something.” 

You could almost feel invisible sweat bead down your neck as you gave a tense smile, “No of course not! I just uh…” You glanced away, unsure of how to tell him the truth, you were avoiding him like the plague in some false hope he’d get the hint and stop coming around, “Sorry, you know I’m not in college. I don’t know off weeks for shit.” You offered a weak, apologetic smile, accepting your fate that you’d just have to entertain him for a few minutes.

At least until Seokjin got tired of waiting for his french hot chocolate you were holding and you knew he got pissy if you took to long at the counter. Jimin only laughed softly, that pretty smile on his plump pink lips and his nose was red from the cold weather outside, “It’s okay, going to college isn’t for everyone. But that’s why I’m here, I…” He trailed off for a second and you could vaguely see the pink dusting his cheeks that couldn’t have been from the cold weather, “I noticed you haven’t been here in awhile. I was almost sad at the idea you were avoiding me…”

“Why would I avoid you?” You gave a strained laugh, forcing your mind to not list every single reason on the long list in your head, “I was just out of town visiting family. But uh- I’m back now. I have some time off from work too so it’s nice.” 

Jimin’s eyes suddenly lit up, the way they always did when you brought up your personal life. It wasn’t a secret he was curious about you more then he should’ve been and you would always shut down questions that borderlined too close to the truth on who you were. 

So to see you volunteering information like your job and family had Jimin obviously excited. You couldn’t help but mentally cringed at your lie. If only he knew you didn’t have a family and your job was far from artsy and cute like his major in photography.

“Oh? I’m glad to hear then! I sometimes get worried I mean...I know you have your roommate but I just can’t help but get worried if you get lonely, you can always call me you know.” Jimin gave a sweet smile causing you to shift in your spot, glancing away as you gave a cough, rubbing the back of your neck as you shrugged.

“I really am fine...think of me like the hermit on the mountaintop- besides me and Seokjin have known each other since we were kids, I’ll be dead before he crawls out of my ass,” You huffed making Jimin laugh once more, his eyes crinkled like little crescent moons and his whole being radiated nothing but warmth and gentleness. 

“Y/n,” You jumped at the sound of the devil, Seokjin held your upperarm like his life depended on it making you wince as you shot him a look, “Hey Jimin!” He gave a tensed smile before leaning a little closer to you, “Y/n we’re supposed to head to the grocery store, do you have our drinks?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion at his tense tone, you never went with him to get groceries either…”Uh...yeah?” In your line of work you never openly questioned him in these moments before shooting Jimin an apologetic smile, “Sorry....See you around though.”

Jimin looked a little disappointed, his face falling slightly making your stomach sucker punch as his eyes flickered to Seokjin’s hand on you, “Oh...of course! I’ll see you later Y/n, take care.” You couldn’t even hear Jimin finish his sentence as Seokjin dragged you out of the cafe, your lips twisting into a snarl at his heavy manhandling.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You dug your feet into the ground as you glared at him, you were waiting for him to interrupt but he didn’t have to drag you out of the building! And what the hell kind of excuse was getting the groceries? You were supposed to stay in the cafe and enjoy your drink instead of staying outside in jack frost’s asshole. 

Seokjin only dragged you along the street, gritting his teeth as his eyes flickered around, his voice low and stern as he snapped lowly, “Guy seven o’clock by the entrance hasn’t took his eyes off you since we entered the building. Call me paranoid but given what just happened I’m not risking it.”

“Oh for christ’s sake.” You dug your heels into the ground as you forced him to stop, groaning as you threw your arms up in the air, “No seriously what the fuck is your problem? I don’t give two shits about the guy who was checking out my ass from where I stood, guys can’t even breath in my direction without you getting all pissy anymore.”

Seokjin suddenly glared down at you his eyes darkening a little as he grabbed your arm, “Stop fucking shouting,” His growled with a low voice, “Let’s just get home you’re being delusional.” 

Your lips parted in offense, brows shooting up as you scoffed. You could endure a lot, you could be called a frigid bitch when you turned down guys, you could be called a whore, a slut and everything else in between. But you would not stand for being called delusional when you knew damn well you were not.

“Delusional!?” You shouted purposely as he dragged you along the sidewalk, “I’m not the one who looks like something crawled up his ass and died just for talking to Jimin. You did the same shit yesterday morning at that meeting too! Just fucking admit you have a problem and tell me what it is!” 

You nearly yelped as you were shoved into a back alley, your drink dropped and your back pressed into the cold brick wall and Seokjin towering over your as he shoved a hand over your mouth, You scowled while looking up at him as he mouthed for you to ‘shut the fuck up’. You could hear muffled talking and the distinct sound of a radio before crunching footsteps walking past, “Fuck I just saw her.” “Shut up and spread out she’s around somewhere.” 

You swallowed keeping your heartbeat steady as Seokjin let go of your mouth, quietly grabbing your hand before you both began to further down the alleyway, “Are you done being a drama queen?” Seokjin grunted quietly, glancing at both ends before dragging you to the right and popping back out onto a main side street, you shouldn’t be too far from your apartment but you’d need to be careful if you didn’t want to be followed.

“This conversation isn’t over.” You snapped back quietly, letting Seokjin lead you to the safety of your shared home. The rest of the trip back was silent and most people glanced at you both like you were two delirious crackheads and to be fair you felt like one too with how much sneaking Seokjin made you both do. 

Sighing you opened the door to the apartment walking inside as you tucked your tongue into your cheek, choosing to stay silent as Seokjin carefully shut the door before locking it, his eyes peeled on the small glass panel that revealed the outside world as you crossed your arms. Sighing he back away from the door as he stretched out, “At least we’re stocked up on food, those guys will probably be around for the next few days, which means no going outside.”

He gave you a pointed look as if having already forgotten what you had said while outside. Seokjin paused after a moment, noticing your lack of banter and complaint before honing in on your rarely serious expression. 

Sure you looked dead most days, and most would assume you were always serious and both glaring at everyone, which was partially true. But most didn’t see your furrowed brows and lips pressed together as if focused on Seokjin’s figure alone, “Oh jesus christ…” Seokjin groaned as he turned around walking towards the kitchen as he ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t care who you choose to sleep with Y/n, it’s not that deep.”

Your lips twisted into a scowl as you followed behind him, glaring holes into those stupid broad shoulders of his. He could act like he didn’t care all he wanted but you knew something was up and obviously it needed to be addressed before it bled over into your work life, which could potentially be fatal for you or him, or possibly both of you, “Don’t feed me that line of bullshit Seokjin! You’ve been broody for the past month, whatever is bothering you just fucking tell me.” 

Whipping around Seokjin’s eyes suddenly squinted into a glare as if warning you to drop the subject, his jaw beginning to clench as he growled lowly, “Who says I’m brooding? That’s you’re trope not mine. Drop it Y/n, when have you ever cared before?” 

You suddenly stepped back at his venom like words, your jaw dropping before you felt anger shooting through your veins that heroin had nothing on as your fists suddenly bawled up. How dare he say that! After everything you both have been through? How dare he fucking act like he had the right to say that! “Where the fuck did you get that idea? Are you dead in the head?” You snarled, stepping closer into his bubble as you shoved at his chest, “We’ve been through over ten years of utter hell and you have the fucking nerve to say I don’t care!? I’ve done nothing but try to talk to you and you won’t stop bitching and acting like you’re fine when you obviously aren’t!” 

“And when I said drop it you won’t fucking listen. You’re so stubborn you know that?” Seokjin snapped, suddenly stepping closer as he backed you against the wall, “You only bothered to ask because it fucking suited you in the moment- don’t you act like some saint- like you actually didn’t notice beforehand. You’re only asking because I took you away from your idiotic dream boat Park-fucking-Jimin.” 

You couldn’t even believe the words you were hearing at the moment. You could admit he was right, you had noticed beforehand but you didn’t assume it was detremential, or that it was something he even wanted to talk about it. And fair enough, you should’ve asked anyways but seriously!? Bringing Jimin into this was such a low blow, “Do you ever hear yourself right now!? What does Jimin even have to do with this!? I’m fucking tired of being dragged away, glared at with snide comments anytime I interact with another male, so I’m sorry it just so happened to be with Jimin, and who the hell gave you the right to dicitate who I like and who I don’t huh?” 

“Oh so you do like him?” Seokjin accused vehemently, anger burning in his eyes as he lunged down, caging you between his arms, his breath hot and nose close to brushing against yours, “Like him, when he doesn’t even know who the fuck you are? What you do for a living? That you’re his dad’s personal assassin at beckon call? I’ve known you my whole life, have had your back for fucking years Y/n, years. I know who you are and I don’t give shit- I never did. So why are you out daydreaming about shit that won’t happen? Can’t happen? I won’t fucking let you run off on some childish notion and get killed because of it okay!? You are all I have in this goddamn world and I’m not about to lose you!” 

Your lips had been sealed shut and your pupils dilated as your head pressed back against the wall as you glanced at him, he...he what? It was quiet for a moment but Seokjin’s intense gaze didn’t falter, as if waiting for you to argue back. As if anticipating your resistment, yet it never came. Instead, you let out a snort, as if realizing what this was about and why your partner had to be a dramatic premadonna, “Are you seriously jealous? For real?” 

You watched him part his lips several times like a fish out of water before snarling, “I’m not jealous! I’m just being your babysitter before you do something dumb.” 

Clacking your lips you sighed exasperatedly, you should’ve known something like this was going to happen eventually, “I never said I liked Jimin, and where the hell did you get the idea I was gonna run off with him? Where? Do you honestly think I’d leave? I mean, seriously.” 

Seokjin’s face was flushed now, looking both embarrassed but too angry to admit it as he clenched his jaw once more, his hands suddenly grabbing at your hips with a possessive squeeze he was well known for when he became insecure. 

“You look at him like some doe eyed damsel in distress,” He growled, stepping closer, his hot breath against your ear stirring your body as you felt his hands slide to your ass, giving it a harsh squeeze.

“And I’m the delusional one,” You rolled your eyes, ignoring the way warmth quickly spread between your legs, “Seokjin, we’re partners. We have and always will be. Maybe the idea is nice but you're right.” You let out a breathy moan at the feeling of his lips suddenly attaching to your neck, giving a nip at your skin in warning as if not evening wanting to hear about you liking the idea of being with Jimin, “You’re the only person I have left too dumbass, the only person I trust, you’re just as stuck with me as I am you.” 

Seokjin immediately hauled you up against the wall, the muscles packed against his arms bulging against his white shirt as he held you up, tongue hot and lathing against your neck before letting his lips drag against the shell of your ear, “Never said I was complaining dipshit. Im gonna fuck you in every single room tonight,” You’re lips quivered with a quiet moan at his hips thrusting into yours, his thick hardened cock restrained in his jeans brushing against your thigh, “Make you forget everything except my name.” 

“God you’re so possessive.” You sighed as he kept hold of you, moving you to the counter to set you down before grabbing at the hem of your shirt, peeling it up as his lips moved down your neck. You could feel a brief smile on Seokjin’s lips, as if knowing you were right, yet not bothering to apologize. It was okay, you didn’t want one anyways. 

When you knew him your whole life, it was easy to say this wasn’t the first time this had happened, whether it was him or you. Sleeping together was both convenient and safe. You trusted one another more than anyone else, it made sense you’d keep one another satisfied sexually. 

Seokjin made quick work of your bra before attaching his plump lips to your right bud making you let out a louder moan, his hips slotting between your thighs as you squirmed beneath him, your cunt already sticky and clinging to your panties, “Mmm fuck, you like it though, I know you do. Always moaning like a little bitch when I say you’re mine.” Seokjin gave a cocky smirk as he squeezed on your left breast before sucking against your right bud again, your breathy laugh mixed with another moan.

He was right, you did think it was hot, there was nothing like angry rough sex at three in the morning, rough whispered words saying who you belonged too while the bed rocked into the wall, “Well if you’d just fucking admit you’re jealous this wouldn’t happen.” You wheezed at the feeling of his hand wrapping around your neck, squeezing just enough to make you gag at the expense of your airflow, “You know choking me is a good way to get a roundhouse kick in the gut. It activates my fight or flight response.” 

Seokjin glanced up at you, his eyes lidded and smug as he dragged his tongue down your stomach, edging against the hem of your pants as he loosened his grip on your neck, “Can you not be sexy for five minutes?” 

“Impossible.” You sighed dramatically as you leaned your head uncomfortably against the cabinet that held all of your mugs, acting as if this was an everyday topic rather than him about to eat the soul from your pussy, “We aren’t newly weds Seokjin, is foreplay really that necessary?” 

Seokjin scoffed between your thighs, popping the button on your pants and unzipping them before curling his hands beneath the material as he peeled them off along with your panties. The cold air of the apartment was enough to make your soaked cunt all the more excited.

It had been too long since Seokjin had properly fucked you and your body was ready to wither beneath him, covered in sweat and cum from round after round of sex, “It isn’t when you’re that easy to make wet, look at that cunt,” He licked his lips, grabbing your thighs as he put them over his shoulders as he leaned down, a small whimper leaving your lips as your pussy lips spread and your wet cunt on display as he licked along your inner thigh, “So fucking wet and we haven’t even gotten started yet.” 

Your lips twitched in annoyance at him as you replied, “Well if someone wasn’t so picky about where we had sex this woul-Oh!” You let out a high pitched moan as Seokjin wrapped those damn plump lips around your sensitive clit, having not been touched in over two weeks making your eyes snap shut at such intense attention, “Oh fuck…” You moaned softly as your hands tangled in his fluffy tufts of black hair. 

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” Seokjin hummed before letting his tongue drag back against your clit once more, your hips eagerly rolling along his tongue as you felt his hand follow up your thigh until his fingers began to tease your entrance, “Mmm fuckin’ mine, bet Jimin wishes he was buried in this little cunt right now.” 

You couldn’t even properly respond as Seokjin pushed a finger inside you, your walls clenching as his tongue lathed against the sweet spot of your swollen clit making you yelp as you kicked against his back, “F-fuck, Jin.”

Pleasure was rapidly spiking through your body and it was nearly pathetic how quick Seokjin could make you cum when he wanted too. Pushing another finger inside you he curled his fingers into that spongy little spot that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arching in probably an unflattering way as you whined, “Beg for it,” Seokjin lazily demanded, as if he could suck on your pretty clit all day, and if challenged, he probably would, “Fuckin’ beg for it.” 

“You’re such an assh-Oh! Fuck please! Please jesus christ Jin please!” You whined at the way he harshly sucked your clit to get you to shut up, his fingers digging into your g-spot making your walls rapidly clench and convulse around his fingers, your orgasm as close as your hands tugged against his hair, “Mmm! Shit please, let me cum all over your face please.” 

Seokjin let his tongue slip past his lips as he continued lathing against your clit, eyes focused on your fucked out expression as you clenched around him nearly screaming at the way your orgasm hit you all at once, walls squelching around his fingers as they were coated in your cum. Seokjin expertly helped you come down from your hazey high as your thighs began to tremble, pulling his fingers from you as he stood up, licking his lips smug as he demanded, “Suck.” 

With quivering lips you parted them obediently as Seokjin pushed them into your mouth, sucking the salty thick substance from his slim fingers as he gleamed down at you proudly, “Bet he jerks his little dick to the idea of you sucking on his fingers too.”

Popping his fingers from your mouth you huffed, running a hand through your hair before clacking your tongue, “How many times do I have to say I don’t like Jimin.” It seemed that was the wrong wording though as any mention of Jimin’s name from you had Seokjin curving a brow, picking you up by the thighs Seokjin had lead you down the hall as he nipped against your neck, “Stop saying his fucking name.” 

You were dropped at the head of the bed, subjected to watch Seokjin pulled his shirt over his head to reveal the godlike body beneath, there were more than plenty of scars and bruises, a few nicks here and there but his muscles were chiseled and toned from his years spent as an assassin. You’d kiss every scar on his body if he’d let you, “I’m not saying anything, I’m just saying Jimin- oh shit.” 

You swallowed when he opened the nightstand drawer to grab the handcuffs that had been conveniently left there from the last time you both had slept together, his tongue tucked into his cheek as he raised his brows, your cunt dripping in arousal and cum at the way he always looked so hot when he was pissed, “Oh shit is right you little brat.” 

He didn’t hesitate for a second as he straddled your stomach, your first reaction was to fight him but it was little use as he grabbed your arms, shoving them above your head as he wrangled your wrist into one side, “Maybe you shouldn’t be such a fucking smartass and I wouldn’t tie you up.” Seokjin successfully cuffed you to the railing, leaving you at his mercy as he straightened up, looking down at you like you were dirty beneath his feet, “But that little cunt likes it right? My filthy little bitch likes to be tied up and made to take what she’s given, right?”

Your pupils narrowed into a glare, not in any position to be objecting when your pussy was coated in cum and begging to be stuffed full of his cock yet you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your lips in a bratty fit of rage, “More like you can’t keep me in one spot without the help.”

Seokjin’s lips twitched at your defiance, yet on another hand also not surprised by it long too used to your bratty ways as he grabbed slid off you to grab your thighs, pulling them back over his shoulders before you felt a sharp sting on your ass making you yelp, “Should I gag that little bitchy mouth too?” 

You couldn’t even find a haughty reply before suddenly whimpering, the feeling of his wet, warm tongue plunging inside you making your walls clench around him while giving a breathy moan, his fingers teasing their way up your clit before circling your sensitive bud, “Fuck! A-ah! You’re such a dick.”  

His hand immediately left your clit to slam his hand against your ass in warning, the sting traveling to your cunt in excitement as your walls clenched around his tongue once more, a laugh escaping your lips that you disguised as a moan before curling your back at the way his tongue roughly dragged into your g-spot, the skin of your hands digging into the cuffs as you rattled against them.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your hand as Seokjin let his fingers circle over your clit once more, a whine of objection leaving your throat as he pulled his tongue from your, licking his lips as he continued to play with your sensitive bud, “Have you considered shower sex before?” 

No amount of pleasure in the world could keep the glare off your face, watching the way that little shit’s lips were tempted to pull into a smile as you sneered, “You want my pussy at all or should I go ask Jimin for some help?” 

His gaze twisted into a mutual glare, eyes darkening and it was only now you realized you had royally screwed yourself over as he dropped your thighs, almost ignoring your words for the moment as he stood up.

Your eyes however dropped down to his pants as they slid to the floor revealing the thick angry cock bouncing up to his abdominal, it was not only long but it’s girth had your body clenching all over against and his bulbous tip would always be a painful stretch no matter how much prepping, “Oh yeah? Well how about we give him a call then? Let him decide if you’re being taken care of?” Seokjin asked, his voice in a near sneer as he grabbed your legs, pressing them against your chest making you whine, “Let him know this pussy is getting stuffed and cumming all over my dick?” 

You struggled to kick your legs as the feeling of the thick shaft of his cock running against your wet, cum coated cunt, rubbing past your clit as you moaned, too much teasing being done to you as Seokjin growled, “Want my cock you little slut? Then beg, I want to hear how bad you need it.”

Whining your face twisted into a rare pout, you had already begged once today and he was really going to make you throw your dignity out the window? You whimpered with a gag at his hand suddenly grabbing back against your throat again, “Should I get out a vibrator too?” 

Your body was heating up with fresh arousal at the idea but before you could even reply Seokjin squeezed at your throat, “You know what? I will, I wanna see my little bitch in tears tonight, see how bad she needs me.” 

Seokjin leaned over your body before grabbing the wand that was inside the nightstand, your thighs already rubbing together in need of another release. You couldn’t help but swallow at the click of the vibrator, the buzz worst then any gun to your head could imitate, “Spread your cunt, I know you like being a little whore and putting it on display.”

“Maybe I’d like it more for Jimin.” You challenged, eyes squinting as Seokjin gritted his teeth, not hesitating to pry your legs open before roughly pressing the vibrator into your clit, a loud whine echoing off the walls as your hips spasmed and rocked up into the vibrator.

“Jimin this, Jimin that,” Seokjin rolled his eyes, his jaw clenched as he turned it up a setting, moaned whimpers escaping you as you tugged rapidly against the restraints that held you, “Just admit you like being turned into a little bitch, you like when I play with this cunt until it’s dripping wet and soaked in cum,” You cried out at the feeling of two fingers plunging back inside you, the lewd wet squelch of your walls rapidly clenching around him as he clacked his tongue, “Is your little pussy gonna cum again? Do you need cum?” 

“Please.” The cracked whimper wasn’t as enticing as you had hoped but you could hardly process a word anymore, too much stimulation overwhelming you as Seokjin sneered at your pathetic attempt

Seokjin suddenly curled his fingers inside you with a growl as you kicked your legs and your eyes began to burn with tears, “I know you can do better than that. I said: Fucking beg.” His fingers continued rapidly curling into your g-spot, the vibrator in your clit almost too much to handle as he skillfully continued to edge you.

“Mmm! A-ah fuck, please! Please! Shit, wanna cum so bad, please!” What was left of your dignity had completely crumbled as the words flew from your lips, vision blurring with tears as your body burned to intensely only for Seokjin to pull away, “Please! Need it so bad, please.” 

Seokjin let the sadistic smile twist onto his lips, watching the way your body quivered beneath him, the tears trickling down your cheeks and completely submissive beneath him, turning down the vibrator before letting the tip circle around your entrance, enjoying the way your body twitched as he hummed, “Are you gonna be a good girl and apologize? You should be thankful I play with this cunt as much as I do.” 

Dragging the vibrator up your slit before coaxingly rubbing over your clit, a small sob escaped your lips as your hips bucked up into the vibrator, his fingers pushing back inside you before curling once more into your g-spot, “A-ah I’m sorry! Please, please, please I’m sorry!” 

Your cracked, whimpered words like music to Seokjins ears as he felt your walls tighten around him, “And what do you want baby? Use your words.” His mouth near watering at the way your hips rolled against his fingers, your little hole taking his fingers so easily as your face became nearly unrecognizable to anyone else besides himself. “Mmm! Please!” You whined your clit thrumming with vibration as you cried, a new stream of tears dripping down your cheeks at his torture, “Please let me cum, please! Need it so bad, please.”

Seokjin let his tongue graze against his lips, reveling in your pleading as he finally let out a smile, turning the vibrator up once more that gained another sob from you as he coaxed, “There’s my good girl, now cum all over my fingers, be a good girl and cum.” 

Your walls were rapidly clenching around him and your clit was throbbing as the moan caught in your throat, the force of the orgasm enough to rip it out into a scream as a new sob escaped your, your body twisting and snapping in hot searing pleasure. 

“Mmm fuck that’s a good girl.” Seokjin guided you through your orgasm with ease before gently pulling his fingers from you and turning off the vibrator as your thighs trembled. Your mind nearly blank as you continued reeling from pleasure.

You barely even registered when Seokjin had uncuffed you from the bed while whistling, “Jesus, I think this is the most fucked out you’ve ever been, are you gonna be able to take getting stuffed full?” 

Despite his words he and you both were well aware this was far from the first time you had been this fucked out, Seokjin didn’t even looked worried at the way you trembled, having become so well acquainted with your body, “I didn’t just beg like a cheap pornstar to be told I’m not getting dick.” 

That was enough to cause that annoying windshield wiper like laugh to sound as he spread your legs making you jump, mirth in his eyes at your crabbiness, having never been a fan of begging- or subbing before but Seokjin was also aware he was the one exception, “I know you love my dick but calm down it’s not going anywhere.” 

A breathy whine escaped your lips as Seokjin let his thick bulbous tip circling against your entrance before pushing inside you, the stretch burning and pleasure shooting through your sensitive walls as Seokin didn’t bother to wait for you to adjust, his hips immediately slamming into yours as your back arched with a whine, “You know- you never did answer me, should we call him? Let him listen to your little pathetic moans? Let his dick get hard at the idea of fucking my girl.”

Your mind could hardly register his words, too caught up at the feeling of his cock squeezing into your small hole and brushing over your g-spot with each stroke as your hands clawed against his back, “Fuck- are you insane?” You tried to turn it into a snap but all it came out as was a pathetic whine, hips rolling with his as his hand dragged down to rub over your clit again, a moan escaping your lips at the sensitivity as you clenched around his thick shaft, “My phone’s back in the kitchen.”

Seokjin let out a moan before huffing, “I’m trying to be sexy, can you play along for once?” You both couldn’t help but let out a shared strained laugh as his hips continued to roll against your’s, his cock completely coated in both your cum and arousal making a mess against your thighs. Unexpectedly Seokjin pulled out of you making you whine as you popped up indignantly, royally fucked out with dried tears on your cheeks and a hoarse voice, “I am not finished with your dick yet.” 

Sitting up Seokjin pulled you into his lap, the first time you’d gladly be manhandled all day as you quickly grabbed his throbbing dick, pumping his base a few times before properly sinking down on it, a quiet moan escaping you both as he let out a strained chuckle, “You’re such a fucking-” 

You yelped at the loud smack of his hand stinging against your ass, “Cockslut.” Your walls clenched at the degradation, hips suddenly rolling as you bounced against his thick cock, whining as you buried into his neck, “Oh you like that? Being my little cockslut?” You moaned at the feeling of his hand spanking against your ass once more, the sting burning in your skin making your walls clench harder, “Riding my dick because you’re a needy little slut? Does that cunt need my dick?” 

“Mmm please...!”  You whined, having been teased too much to challenge him anymore, skin slapping against skin with every bounce of your hips, you were so fucked out on his cock you could hardly focus on anything but the way it’s thick throbbing shaft split your pussy open and the way it rubbed just the right way into your g-spot, “Yes, my pussy loves riding it.” 

The wet squelch of your body clenching around him forced a moan from Seokjin’s lips, “That’s right, my dirty little bitch.” You whined at the smack of his hand on your ass once more. Seokjin’s hand dived down to your clit once more, rubbing it as you cried out tears immediately stinging your eyes once more at how sensitive it was, hips bucking and bouncing against him as his tongue dragged against your neck, “Gonna cum all over my cock? Make a big mess like the little bitch you are?” 

“Y-yes.” Your voice desperate and cracked as Seokjin rubbed down on just the right spot against your swollen, sore bud causing you to clench once more, Seokjin let out a long deep moan as you felt the warm thick string of his release cream inside of you leaving your pussy a swollen, sticky messy as you slowed your hips down.

 “You know…” You had to pause for a second as you let yourself heave and gulp for air, coming down from your high of sex before continuing, “If you ever feel like you’re being replaced, you should just talk to me about it- seriously.” You leaned a little away from him to look him in the eyes.

While angry sex was a personal favorite between you both, it was by no means an actual remedy to your problems, and Seokjin knew this, his eyes a little bashful as he sighed, arms wrapping loosely around your waist, “No...I...I was just childish...I never liked sharing you when we were younger either, this isn’t any different I just…”

He set his chin down on your shoulder to get away without having to look at you, feelings were always something that felt a little awkward to discuss, but you cared about one another so much you both would always force it out from the other, “You mean so much to me Y/n, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, whether it’s from dying, or you just getting tired of me and leaving-I just- I need you. You’re the only reason I have left to keep going.”

“Seokjin…” You sighed, pulling yourself off his now softened cock before properly seating yourself in his lap, your legs loosely wrapped around his waist before wrapping your arms around him in a much accepted hug, “I’m not going anywhere. And if you feel like I’m going too, you need to talk to me about it. I know you’re a total dumbass and it’s difficult to believe but you’re all I have left too. I’m not going anywhere, we’re partners, always have and always will be,” You pulled away from him before giving him a cocky wink, “Til death do us part motherfucker. Now let’s go watch a movie or something, your cum makes me feel like a sperm bank.” 

“What the fuck does that even mean?” Seokjin furrowed his brows as you stood up, hobbling over to his dresser as you grabbed a hoodie.

“The same thing as beatface.” You wiggled the hoodie over your head before rolling your eyes. Your life was anything but easy, and there was still so much to come, but you’d be okay, you and Seokjin would always have one another’s back, and even the sky could fall but you’d be fine. As long as you had him, “You know what? Nevermind, you’re worthless Kim, just pick a fucking movie.” 

[peterthepark]

Sleepwalk

Steve Harrington x You

Summary: Moving on from the past is hard, but forgiveness is a bit harder.

Warnings: lots of fluff, some angst

“No, we are absolutely not sharing a bed.”

You actively wave your hands about, bewildered with shock as Steve and Robin stand in front of you.

The hotel room reeks of cheap perfume, and you slowly feel yourself losing your mind. How could this happen? Was this some sick prank? Maybe you were exaggerating.

But this was something to exaggerate about. Steve and Robin exchange glances, both of their hands resting on their hips.

“I really thought I reserved two rooms, Y/N. I’m serious. Maybe they - they ran out of space so they had to give us one room altogether, you know?” Robin explains, face filled with concern as she plopped onto the couch. “But I mean, there are two beds.”

“Yeah, obviously, so why can’t I share a bed with you?” You cross your arms against your chest, clearly affected with the situation. Robin shrugs with a troublesome smirk, and you know exactly what she’s up to.

You’ve had mixed feelings for Steve Harrington for quite some time now. Ever since he had started working at Family Video, you were sort of encapsulated by his stupid hair and his stupid smile.

Now, sharing a bed with Steve wouldn’t be the best choice for someone who is trying to move on and for someone who thought that he was kind of an asshole. Although, you knew that Robin was only trying to help and mend your broken relationship with her newfound best friend.

But the feelings were again, mixed. Robin believed that you were in denial. To which you were - mostly.

Steve was a bully to you. He was nothing but a dick. Sure, that was all in the eight grade, maybe even a little ways into junior year, but he was mean and let popularity get to his head.

That big-haired boy had the audacity to call you names. He even had the wicked thought to ask you out as a joke for homecoming of sophomore year. You, mistakenly, had thought he was serious. You were stood up when you got to the school, all dressed up and fancy.

Steve Harrington was out of your league. He knew it. You knew it. Yet you still fell for one of his pranks.

It’s not your fault that you were here - stuck sharing a hotel room with ‘The Hair.’ In short, Robin had actually invited you on a road trip to Michigan, hoping that you could tag along with her, her other friends, and their younger siblings.

She never mentioned that King Steve would be there.

“It’s fine. I’ll take the couch.” Steve rolls his eyes, brushing past you with a clear frown. He sets his bags by the window, rustling through various jackets and clothing.

He gets why you’re angry at him. He admits that he was a dick - back then. But why can’t you focus on what he is now? Didn’t you see how much he’d changed since then?

You turn to Robin, questioning her actions through mouthing words at one another. She’s looking at you with wide and excited eyes, gesturing from the bed to Steve and back again. You shake your head at her, stepping closer so that you could really tell her how screwed up this was.

“Not cool! What the hell are you doing?” You whisper to her, pulling at the roots of your hair. “I don’t like him like that! I don’t like him at all!”

“Keep telling yourself that. Maybe it’ll actually manifest into reality.” She snaps back with wit, grinning widely when Steve turns around.

He looks at you, then Robin, before he sighs. Did he know? Did he hear you guys?

Great, you couldn’t wait to relive high school again.

“Is there a blow dryer in here? I don’t think I brought mine.” He scratches the back of his neck, where a pink blush starts to rise. “You don’t happen to have a blow dryer, right?”

Robin bites her lip, eyeing you. “Think Y/N does. She always seems prepared.”

And Steve cringes inwardly at the glare you’re giving him.

“Yeah. Sure. I have one.” You reply shortly, moving to rummage through your duffel bag. You clench your jaw as you hand the object to him, wincing when his nails scratch against your skin. “Just give it back when you’re done.”

“Yeah. Uh, cool. Thanks... Y/N.” You can hear the hesitancy in Steve’s voice, the anxious feeling of not knowing if he was over-stepping his boundaries with you.

He wanted to fix things. He really did.

But you were so set on ignoring him - completely looking over the fact that he was no longer the selfish prick who had ruled Hawkins High and dated the perfect Nancy Wheeler.

You watch with narrowed eyes as Steve gathers his belongings and rushes into the bathroom, giving you a shy glance before he shuts the door behind him. You hear the shower turn on, and you sigh loudly, slapping at the sides of your face as Robin starts to talk.

“I’m telling you. He’s changed. Give him a freaking chance.”

“Everytime I see him, I feel like I’m reliving sophomore year over and over again.” You explain, curling into yourself. You suddenly feel smaller, frustrated that Robin doesn’t seem to understand your fear and reluctance towards him. “All I can hear is the - the demeaning laugh he gave me when he found out that I actually went to the dance. Like come on, Robin. That scars a kid.”

“I know,” She bites her lip, before leaning over to squeeze your hand. “He’s hurt people before. And I get it, if you aren’t ready to forgive him, but he’s good. He’s a dingus, but a good guy, Y/N. He knows about the thing, too, yet he hasn’t once made fun of me about it.”

“I guess that’s a good sign.” You say, still uninterested in making amends with the asshole in the shower.

Speak of the devil.

Steve shuts the bathroom door behind him, ruffling his damp hair as he steps into yours and Robin’s conversation.

“So!” He claps his hands together, eyes darting between the both of you. “What will we be doing on this fine fine evening?” He knows he shouldn’t look at you, but he does, and catches your stare before you look away.

“Do you guys wanna watch a movie?”

And that’s how you all end up on Robin’s bed, cheap popcorn falling onto the ugly floor as you each try to toss it into your mouths. You’re rejoicing when you finally catch it, earning a needed high five from Robin.

That’s when Steve tries to high five you as well, and you can only narrow your eyes at his palm in the air. You give it a weak slap, hearing his awkward chuckle die down when you redirect your attention to something else.

Suddenly popcorn was the most interesting thing in the room for you.

“Jesus, it’s already late.” Robin breathes out, glancing down at the clock on the nightstand. She yawns, rolling up her empty bag of popcorn to toss it into the trash. “I’m gonna knock myself out. So, uh, get your own beds.” She shooes you and Steve off, chuckling tiredly as she begins to bury herself under the blankets.

Steve appears as if he’s about to say something, but you interject before anything - only for the both of you to talk over each other.

“I can take the couch.”

Fuck this.

“You can have the bed.”

You clasp your hands together, intertwining your own fingers as you realize how awkward this is.

You’d rather crawl into a hole... and wither.

As if this wasn’t a slow and painful death already.

“No, you take the bed.” Steve states, nodding over to the couch, “I’m fine here. Couch looks comfier anyways.” He exhales deeply through his mouth, hands rubbing at his forearms. “Uhm, good night, then.”

“Yeah. Night.” You respond politely, dragging your feet towards the empty bed while Steve plummets onto the couch. Your lips twitch into a small smile when you hear him curse at himself. You roll into the bed, head peeking out from under the covers as you look towards the couch.

He’d always be King Steve to you.

-

You can’t sleep.

After hours of tossing and turning, sighing and closing your eyes, nothing has worked. You can only stare up at the ceiling, trying to count sheep as a last resort to exhaustion.

Yeah, still can’t sleep.

You peel the covers quietly off of your body, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. You carefully stand up, not wanting to wake anyone up. Robin snores softly, while Steve sleeps like a little baby. You take a cup of water from the fridge, sipping quietly as you lean against the TV stand.

Maybe fresh air would be helpful.

You gulp down the rest of the water, taking a blanket with you as you go to stand outside.

The late night is chilly, and you can barely see the sun on the horizon. You can hear the soft creaking of a bed from a few doors down, and you scrunch up your face in disgust. Strands of hair fly into your face as the wind begins to pick up. The parking lot of the motel is empty, except for the big van that Robin had used to drive here. The water of the motel pool reflects onto the walls, and you find solace as you take a seat on one of the deck chairs.

The door to your room slowly swings open, and you turn to the sound with a look of surprise. Steve looks out from the narrow crack between the doorframe. He smiles at you with his eyes, before he steps out as well. He’s still in his pajamas, sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he tugs on a sweatshirt.

“It’s freezing.” He shivers, making his way to your place by the pool. His eyes are laced with sleep, his hands rubbing at them harshly as he takes a seat in the chair beside you. “Couldn’t fall asleep?”

“No,” You shake your head, staring out at the sky. “You? Seemed like you were sleeping just fine in there. Maybe the couch was better after all.” You say with a lighthearted tone.

It’s the first time you’ve actually held a conversation with him.

Steve feels appreciative.

“You’ve ever been to Michigan?” He asks, clearing his throat as he looks down at his slippers.

“First time, actually. I’ve always wanted to visit.” You nod, chuckling. You play with the drawstring of your hoodie, looking anywhere but Steve.

Maybe now was the time to make amends.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

Steve turns his head to look at you. Your eyes are droopy, cheeks pale and lips chapped from the cold. The pool lights illuminate his face, his strong jaw accentuated as the early morning rises. “I’m - I wanna apologize. For... for everything that happened in high school.”

“Look, I’m really tired. I should - I have to-“ You try to walk back inside the room, but Steve blocks you from going anywhere.

You finally lock eyes with him, and it’s like a flip inside you has switched.

King Steve wants to apologize.

“I know that you don’t wanna talk to me. And that - that I’m the last person you’d wanna share a hotel room with.” He holds a hand up before you can interject. “But seriously. I’m so sorry for being that big of an asshole to you.”

“I was really hurt by what you did.” You gulp, running a hand through your hair. “I was humiliated and I felt betrayed because... Steve, I thought you liked me.”

He forgets to breathe.

Because it’s the first time you’ve said his name in ages.

“I did like you.” He states guiltily, hands clutching at his hair with frustration. “I didn’t wanna leave you hanging at the homecoming dance, but - but Nancy.”

“Nancy.” You smile sadly.

“I remember wanting to go, so bad. But my group of friends back then were different. They were ‘cool’ and I wasn’t like them, and I told myself that I would fit in if I did everything that they did.” He explains. He licks his lips, teeth chattering. “So when they told me all about ‘Miss Perfect Nancy Wheeler’... I forgot who I was. And I - I thought that she would be my chance to fit in.”

“At my expense.”

“I was a fucking dumbass, Y/N.” His hand twitches against his thigh, and it’s as if his fingers are reaching out to touch you. “You had me in chemistry, for God’s sake. I was mean and - and stupid.”

“Yeah,” You laugh, before blushing. “Yet I still liked your dumbass.”

Steve’s angry at himself.

All the memories of him hurting you come flooding to his head. He wishes he’d been nicer.

“I don’t get why you’d like someone like that.”

“Hey.” You tug at the sleeve of his sweater, bringing him back to reality. “Don’t wallow in self-pity.”

“I know. I know. Sorry.” He scoffs, glancing down at your hand that was dangerously close to his. “I - I should’ve been a better person to you. Makes me angry.”

Give him a chance. You hear Robin’s words in your head. He’s changed.

“Who said it was too late to start being a better person now?” You pipe up, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Lovingly, you reach over to place your hand over his.

It’s a gesture without pride, a vulnerable action that almost brings Steve to tears.

Forgiven.

He sniffles, glancing around as he tries to blink away the tears.

“And I think I should apologize, too.” You begin, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. “For not giving you a chance.”

“You’re giving me one now. That’s all that matters to me.” He returns the smile, entangling his fingers with yours.

Steve doesn’t see the anger and the fear in your eyes anymore.

“Why don’t we go back inside?” You let go of his hand carefully, giving him a bashful gaze as you tighten the blanket around your shoulders. “We should get some more sleep.”

He follows you without question. His strides are giddy, and suddenly, Steve feels a weight lifted off of his chest.

He locks the motel door behind him, creeping around to rest on the couch.

“Steve?” You call out to him from the bed - your voice is small, filled with curiosity and hope. Steve looks over the back of the couch, acknowledging you. “The bed is big enough for two people.” You raise the sheets, swinging your legs to lay on the mattress. He raises his eyebrows as you pat the empty space beside you.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

You nod rapidly, looking up at him with soft eyes as he scoots into the bed with you.

“Good night, Harrington.” You mumble into the pillow. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite you either, Y/N.” He repeats raspily, closing his eyes as soon as he sees your body still.

King Steve wasn’t so bad after all.

[human-trash-fire]

Shot Through The Heart: CH 7 (part 1)

Okay lovelies, so as some of y’all might have seen I’ve had a super fucking trash month with writing, sleep, and like life. I’ve been hella struggling to put anything meaningful down for this AU and keep feeling like all the lead up is just going to inevitably disappoint. 

I want to say thank y’all, for standing by and for messages of support. I love you all more than you can know.

The smut I promised (there will be a lot) will be coming up in the rest of the parts to this chapter. As it will be long af I’ve decided to take a new approach and release each POV as it’s own part/ as I finish them. We will be seeing the party through different perspectives, in flashes, and explicit content so I hope y’all enjoy. To make up for this irregular updating I’m trying to make the smut as ridiculously raunchy as possible! 

Part 2 aka Lysaedion is linked here 🖤

For now, here is the intro to chapter 7 titled: WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT?

-Kenz

Dorian:

Last night had been, for lack of any better term Dorian could find: Wild. When Aelin had first reached out about the after party she was planning, he was quick to agree. His tour would end a few weeks prior, and some time in Orynth sounded truly incredible. She’d made it clear, her master plan, to spoil some of Terrasen’s bravest for a weekend. They reserved the penthouse suite as well as the surrounding top floor rooms for a weekend and got to planning an unforgettable surprise weekend. 

He was the first to arrive at the brunch set up outside by the private pool. He wasn’t surprised in the least. Manon was still in their room slowly crawling out from under what he was sure would be a hangover for the ages, he wasn’t feeling particularly wonderful but his curiosity was getting the best of him. So here he sat, reclined in the shade, sipping a mimosa and scrolling through Instagram, eagerly awaiting the parade walk of shame. This is going to be glorious.

2 Mimosas and a pile of fresh fruit later, Manon stumbled out to the terrace. Her silver hair braided back, her beautiful eyes hidden behind sunglasses so black he wasn’t sure she would be able to tell if the sun was out.

“Hello my love” he chimed, a little louder than necessary if her wince was any tell.

“Mmph”

“Mimosa?” he lifted a freshly poured glass in her direction. “Are we taking bets now, or should we wait for Asterin?” Manon snatched the drink from his waiting hand and sat unceremoniously down in the chair next to him.

“$20 says Lys and Aedion spend the morning eye fucking each other, but never speaking.” She said, then tipped her head back and gulped. Dorian quickly scrawled on his phone.

“Hmmm… $20 says El’s little hell-hound was turned into a puppy last night. An additional $10 he spends lunch begging at her legs for scraps.” They both cackled, and clinked their glasses.

At the same moment, Asterin waltzed outside wearing a white dress shirt that served as a dress, and a pair of slippers in the shape of dragons. “You didn’t start without me did you? You assholes, this is my favorite part.” She snatched Dorian’s phone to review the current spread, while he poured her a glass. This game of theirs began years ago after a long night of poor choices. They had all found each other that morning, nursing hangovers and watching from the balcony of some random college apartment at the parade walk of shame and hedging bets.

“ Well since you didn’t bet on me, which I find insulting by the way, $20 says face tat and Aelin are a stumbling mess” Asterin added.

“What makes you say that?” Manon asked, smirk playing about her lips.

“Well I fucked the little wolf last night, and last time I remember seeing the other two he was following her out for some ‘fresh air’ ergo, stumbling mess.”

“Ladies,” Dorian purred. “Any last minute guesses? It looks like the parade is about to begin.” he said looking towards the windows in the living room at shadows of figures moving about. “I’m throwing an additional $5 everytime Aedion makes a veiled threat towards Rowan.” At that moment the first of the hungover party goers made their way towards the table. 

“Let the games begin,” Asterin muttered under her breath, only loud enough for the other two to hear.

When the table was filled, and the grumbling parties had all begun to fill cups of coffee and their plates with grease, Dorian smiled and said simply:

“Sooooo, how did the rest of everyone’s night end up?”

12 sets of eyes snapped to his, the silence only broken by Manon and Asterin’s muffled laughter hiding in their cups.

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[the-kit-scarlet]

Salt in the Wound| Harland, Maddox, & Kit

Set After The Space Between Us, Burn the Heart Out, Welcome to the Masquerade,

Harland returns to Thornhill after Black is publicly punished and learns more about the history between the Black Dragon and the King’s Mistress. He learns even more about what grows between Kit, Maddox, and himself with each day that passes with them under his roof. 

trigger warnings: war flashbacks, mentions of gore, suicidal ideation 

KIT

Maddox had been bending over backwards to lift her spirits. He seemed determined to keep her distracted and was forcing himself to be far more cheerful than was usual for him. It made her suspicious. Luckily for her, servants were horrible gossips. Even better, all of those in Harland’s employ had their tongues and were able to clue her in. Each hour seemed to reveal yet another difference between both households and courts.

But if what the servants said was true, the supposed good Queen was just as ruthless as her rival. They said that Black was not recovered by any means whatsoever but once the physician had said in theory he could physically hold himself upright, the Queen had refused to delay his punishment any longer. If what they said was true, the Queen intended to beat him within an inch of his life.

Kit thought she should have felt satisfied. After all, he had betrayed her and nearly killed her. But all she felt was hopeless grief. She wanted to talk to Maddox more than anything. She hated to keep things from him. But when she said Black’s name, all Maddox seemed to hear was the way she had cried out that first night.

She hated to keep things from him, but in this, she had no choice.

She had found her way into Harland’s bedchamber. Let them talk, she thought bitterly. No one other than her seemed to dare to enter while Duke Briar was not present. The Unseelie guards kept a wide berth and even Maddox hesitated at the door, before nodding and remaining in the hallway as she was let in by one of the Duke’s servants. Perhaps they had seen the tears in her eyes and taken pity on her, allowing her a private place to mourn.

As soon as the door shut, she began to sob. He was my brother. He was half my heart and if the Queen does not kill him, surely my King will.

She wrapped her arms around herself as if she could hold herself together by sheer willpower. But she slid to the ground all the same. She leaned against the corner of the bed, crying herself hoarse.

She wanted so badly to rejoice in the fact that the man who attacked her would be punished for his brutality. But instead she kept thinking of the mess of dark hair that used to lay in bed with her, an arm tossed lazily across her shoulders. Or how in his sleep, he would pull her closer almost reflexively. That once he was the only one she shared a bed with and slept better for it.

Not for the first time she wondered how a heart could break so completely and still continue to beat.

HARLAND

There was no greater fury that Harland Briar had felt in this time of peace than the one he felt watching Balthazar Black be whipped within an inch of his life. Eighty lashings. And Balthazar had not stopped one of them. Harland himself knew he could not, but watching the man he had for many years considered a comrade and friend be torn to pieces by the Queen they both served had made him sick.

The fact alone that Harland was needed as a witness to the punishment, having gone in Kit Scarlet’s stead as well as by decree of his position on the Council of Elders, made him sick. He was commanded to stand and watch it all, unflinchingly, as each lash tore Balthazar’s back open into a bloody mess. The fact alone that Balthazar had looked to him when he’d damned himself hurt the worst of all, for he knew the other lord knew the repercussions of such an admission. It hurt no less, however.

Everytime Harland shut his eyes all he could see was the iron-tipped whip as it fell again and again and again.

He stalked through the halls of the manor, unheeding of the guards or if they got out of his way. The scowl on his face was thunderous, the snarl that twisted his lips even worse, and he wanted to sleep, to dream away the fucking sounds and the faces and the reality of what he had just seen. A stiff drink or a fuck or, hell, something to shoot at or someone to spar with would even do the trick but he was crawling out of his skin and he needed to reign it in before something happened.

Rounding the corner to his rooms, Harland stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Maddox standing outside his door, jacket half opened and off. He stood there, chest heaving a bit, and felt a rush of adrenaline course through his veins. He did not, however, act on it Instead, he let the curiosity, and the anxiety, he was feeling bubble up to the surface. He went to speak, to say something, but then he heard the crying.

Maddox’s face was stony, but Harland could see the pain in his eyes, all the same.

Striding past him quickly, the brush of his hand at the back of Maddox’s neck heavy as he walked past, Harland pushed the doors to his rooms open, eyes scanning for the source of the sound. He found Kit huddled near the foot of the bed, sobbing into the arms wrapped around her legs. Careful, like he was approaching a startled animal, the Duke crossed the room and got down to her level, setting himself on the floor a few feet away from her. When he spoke, his voice was low, the sound soothing, something he would have imagined he’d have used on Freya as a girl, if he’d gotten the chance to know her then. For the time being, Harland’s pain could be placed at the back of his mind.

MADDOX / KIT 

When Harland appeared, he did not look like the man Maddox had grown familiar with in these few weeks. Instead, he looked like a man possessed. The anger Harland had shown with Ser Gregor was nothing compared to what was in his eyes now. He wanted to be a source of comfort or calm, maybe both, but knew he could not. At least not right now. He could no more grieve for what had been done to Balthazar Black than he could believe King Oberon was a good, wise king. So he let Harland pass him by without so much as a word.

Kit did not look up when the door opened, unable to bring herself to face Maddox. But when it was Harland’s soft voice calling out to her, she raised her head and wiped at her eyes.

“You know what happened better than most of us here,” Kit replied, her voice flat. She was listless before him, still very much curled into herself.  She met Harland’s gaze and saw her own pain reflected there. She wanted to look away, but found she could not. Instead, she reached out her hand and took his into hers, running her thumb over his knuckles.

“Nothing here is all right, but you are kind to say so.” Kit murmured. “I did not come to your chambers to be alone. I came because I thought you and I need to grieve.”

She shrugged. “Maddox… he does not understand. It is not for lack of trying but… he does not love him the way you and I do.”

HARLAND

The anger Harland had felt entering his home had all but dissipated now. In its place was an abject sadness, something so profound he could hardly stand it but to burst open at the seams. Instead, he sighed, tightened his grip on himself, and pushed onward.

Shaking his head, the Duke found his eyes dragged over to the blonde huddled on the floor as she wiped at her eyes. Almost mechanically, he pulled a kerchief from his pocket and offered it to her, startled by the delicate fingers running across his knuckles. He stared at them for a moment, frozen, stunned at their presence and why she would even set a hand to him in the first place. Why she would come here of all places.

A startled laugh caught on his windpipe as it rushed it's way from his chest. The sound was like glass, fragile and entirely too sharp. He did not mean it, but the sound was stark all the same. Still, when he moved his hand out from underneath Kit's, it was careful. The hands he put on himself as he rose to his feet, however, were not.

Fingers blazed past buttons as he finished undoing the clasps on that damnable jacket, sighing heavily when it was no longer suffocating him. The garment was tossed across the back of his desk chair in the corner of the room. Rounding on a heel, Harland seemed a man possessed, a flurry of motion. He wrenched the bedroom door open and left it ajar, a quiet murmur to the man behind it to come inside and shut the door behind him. In anything, there was the Duke's continued softness. His voice did not match the frenzy of his actions, and his actions did not match the fervor of his words.

Harland Briar was a man, in this instant, disjointed from time.

Striding across to the woman on the floor, Harland looked down at her for a moment before offering the furs from his bed to her. If they were going to have this conversation they would be comfortable. And they would all hear it. Once he was satisfied. Harland maneuvered his way over to the dressing screen. His boots he removed and set beside the wall, beneath the window, but his pants he left on for the time being. His shirt he ripped off, a chill running down his spine from the temperature in the room (or, perhaps, the ghosts of his own mind). When he rounded the corner of the screen again the tunic was barely tugged across his torso.

In any other instance it would have been improper but, now, Harland hardly cared about propriety. The stench of the mob was gone now and his shoulders had relaxed a fraction with the knowledge. Yet his eyes were still troubled.

Heaving a great sigh, the Duke met the eyes of both fae, fingers working at the hem of his shirt as he began to pace, breaking eye contact.

"I do not grieve even in the same way you do, Kit. Balthazar was, is, a friend. But he has caused me much pain and hardship. No, what I grieve is...the brutality. The…" here his voice broke, waivered, and it was for the first time a show of vulnerability, of pain, in Duke Briar. "There were eighty lashings, Kit. Eighty. Even you, Maddox, would understand the...monstrosity of that." Harland was lost, now, and his pacing suddenly stopped.

Instead, he had leaned against the bedposts near Kit, heaved a great shaking sigh, and stared at the floor.

KIT/ MADDOX 

A veil had been lifted and suddenly, Kit was no longer a grieving woman on a bedroom floor. Instead, she now sat upright, her legs tucked to the side and her back straight. The only indication that she had ever been anything but this patient woman, waiting with bated breath, was the kerchief she kept in her left hand. She held it tightly in her hand as she watched Harland become something else entirely.

She knew too well what a force such as this anger and frustration could do to a man. Naively, she had hoped that she would not see this side of the Duke. She liked him better as the man who conjured flowers for her. Yet, she saw that same softness even as he worked himself into a frenzy. She tilted her head slightly, eyes watching his every move. She did not speak. She hardly seemed to breathe.

Maddox entered and immediately wished he could leave. He wanted to go find Balthazar Black and squeeze the life out of him. Even here, the destruction that damned idiot caused weighed heavy between them all. It was in that all too familiar pose of Kit’s- the one she always assumed when her King began to rave. It was in the frenzied motions of a usually calm man. But he nodded at the Duke and stepped inside, shutting the door.

He sat across from Kit, on the opposite side of the bedpost as Harland continued to pace. Kit offered him a sad smile and Maddox looked away. That was how they both came to the harsh realization of Harland’s naked back. Both of them saw the tragedy that marred the Duke’s torso and back and Maddox felt a thousand curses bubble up in his throat. He wanted to keep them both here while he went out and destroyed everything that would ever harm either of them.

As Harland sank to the floor, Kit reached out her arms for him. She wrapped herself around him, raising herself to her knees to match his height. She dropped the kerchief and began to run a hand up and down his back, her touch so gentle it could have been imagined.

She shut her eyes tight, unable to keep the tears from falling from her eyes. She did not see the way Black’s face had contorted with rage as he breathed fire. Instead, she saw the longing those eyes had held when Aurelia used to stroke her hair. She saw the boy who wanted a family more than he wanted his own life. She heard his laughter the first night they got drunk and raised hell together, the way they had spun each other round and round into the streets until they could hardly stand.

When Kit spoke again, her voice was a soft and mournful sound. “You do not have to bear this alone.” Her eyes flitted to Maddox, a harsh warning in them. She could see it in his eyes that as severe as eighty lashings were, Maddox would have gladly delivered another eighty more. Maddox only nodded in response and Kit averted her eyes so that when Maddox reached for Harland’s hand, she could pretend the flicker of the motion in her peripheral vision was merely a trick of the light.

HARLAND

Harland breathed, in and out, eyes shut tight to block out the sounds, the sights and the smells. The stench of blood and the roar of the crowd. The roar of a battlefield and the stench of charred flesh. Everything was rushing in and suffocating him. His hands shook, his entire body was shaking, but he knew if he did not quell the force of it, the manor would fall around them. The Duke had not caused a quake in years, not with the magnitude he could feel brewing beneath his skin. Not since he had nearly died, had almost given himself over to that feeling of emptiness.

But it was right there. Just on the precipice. If he just stepped-

Feeling returned to him in a blinding sense, battering at his every nerve like a thousand tidal waves. Drowning him in sensation. All the breath rushed from his body as he sat, perfectly still, beneath Kit Scarlet's hands. He did not know what to do. The feeling was foreign to him, here, when he was at his most vulnerable.

His mind screamed at him that she was there to harm him. To kill him, even, that it was a trick and he was a caged thing, a creature caught in her web. But another, smaller, part of him ached for a kind hand to soothe his scars. Ached for the feeling that he had long since been deprived of, that he had shoved away at every cost. He was war. He was at war. He was there again, in himself, in the world falling down around him.

The memories reminded him all too well. And, yet, Harland Briar's breath still broke on a wordless sob as he bowed his head on top of Kit's, broken not even by the memory of Balthazar Black but all that they had endured. It had been six years since he had felt the brunt of these emotions. Six years, save for the sleepless nights and bitter irritability, the mood shifts and the haunted look in his eye when too many people drew near. The mob today...the reminder...it had set everything off.

And Harland Briar was tired. So, very, tired.

The hand that found his, now, he did not see. Hardly even registered any words through the blood rushing in his ears. Instead, he gripped to them both fiercely, suddenly overcome by a wash of emotions: fear of what could come, resentment of himself, protectiveness of those that surrounded him, even those who had caused all this. It was Harland's fatal flaw.

He would accept it, wordlessly, as he did with everything else.

MADDOX/ KIT 

Maddox knew the signs well and felt his blood run cold. He wanted to grab Kit, to shove her out of the chamber and shield her from this. A man whose mind was still trapped in the war was a danger to himself and everyone around him. But the look in Kit’s eyes had no fear, no apprehension.

She did not comprehend what she was up against, but it did not seem to matter. She would bring him back to them somehow.

She kept running her hand up and down his back, murmuring. “It is over. We have survived the worst of it. You are here with Kit and Maddox and we will not abandon you. We are safe here.” She took exaggerated breaths as she held him close, willing him to follow her lead. He was clinging to her like a drowning man, too fiercely to be mistaken for anything other than sheer terror, but Kit remained gentle and steadfast in her embrace.

Perhaps Maddox should have known that Kit could navigate these terrors as easily as she navigated the mire that was Roheim. Something in him was torn as he realized that for all the years he spent hiding his own pain away when he could have gone to Kit. She would not have been frightened. She would have held him like that- she would have soothed him-

His grip on Harland tightened, looking for comfort even as he tried to reassure.

Kit saw the pain in her shadow and hated that she could not rip herself in two to comfort them both. But she knew Harland was breaking in front of her eyes and that her shadow, as always, would remain. She would piece him back together later.

She was a clumsy seamstress, but she had been stitching men together after their rages for all her life. She had not lost a single one yet. She would not fail either of them now.

HARLAND

It was funny.

Not long ago Harland had been breathing along with Maddox, himself, quelling his own hysteria. And now, here he sat, trapped in his own abject misery, breathing alongside Kit Scarlet and that self same man. The hold he had on Maddox tightened and, wordlessly, he pulled him in closer. He still shook but there was an instinctual part of him that had begun to recognize things as a voice murmured in his ear. Kit's voice.

The sensation was jarring, jumping from one thing to the next. It was why he had done all of this away from civilization last time. When he had stitched himself together again with sheer will and time. But time...he no longer had it, and that key ingredient had made him fall apart.

There was no time left to feel anything. Left to pick up the ruined pieces, not if they were simply going to succumb to War again.

Still, he nodded into the blonde hair beneath his chin, careful with his hands that still shook as he curled her closer into his body, a chance to shelter now in a way that she had just done for him. It was as easy as breathing to him, coming down from a precipice and channeling his pain elsewhere.

It was almost as though it had not even existed.

Yet, his hands still shook and he did not want to leave, pressed between two bodies who, wordlessly, understood. Rightfully, Kit should have feared him. Rightfully, Maddox should have left. Yet they had not. And the gratitude that swelled in his heart was enough to make him shatter anew. The next sob that broke out of his chest housed words, pressed into Kit's hair, and they held far more meaning than what they said.

"I am sorry."

Sorry you had to see. Sorry you had to bear this. Sorry there was not enough time. Sorry he could not fix everything. Sorry he could not even fix himself.

Sorry for her. For Maddox. For the death that plagued them all.

Sorry.

The shaking subsided and Harland could feel a release of magic around them as he curled into a smaller being between them both. This time, it was familiar, and he smiled, a small, sad thing, into her hair. The flowers that had erupted around them were white, as stark as the snows at the peaks of the Oliana mountains.

They surrounded them.

KIT/ MADDOX 

Kit continued to caress Harland, her voice soft as he nuzzled against her. She pressed a gentle kiss to his bare shoulder as her hands traced the length of the scars on his ribs. He was still sobbing, but it had changed in quality now. He was distraught, yes, but no longer seemed to be on the verge of destruction. It was a welcome change.

When Harland had first used magic with her, Kit had been in awe. Maddox, on the other hand, was horrified by the sudden outpouring of flowers. He loathed magic. Every fae might have been born with it but he still viewed it as an unnatural and evil thing. He tensed. He wanted to bolt.

There was a look of understanding that passed while Harland remained curled up in Kit’s embrace and despite every fiber of his being telling him to run, Maddox forced himself to relax against them. Kit reached her other hand, giving Maddox a reassuring squeeze.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Harland.” Kit continued, pressing a second kiss to his forehead. “We are here with you. Regardless.”

HARLAND

Eventually, the Duke began to fully relax, grip not so tight and shoulders not so rigid. Eventually, his breathing evened out and he was able to pull away from Kit ever so slightly, give her a bit of a grin. There was still a lost look in his eyes but it was hidden behind a clearer gaze. Glancing around the room, Harland let out a quite groan at the flowers that had sprouted everywhere, the way some of the plants on the tables and near the windows had sprouted at an alarming rate.

He turned to look at Maddox for a moment, studying his face. He’d remembered the look there when he’d made a conjuring for the children. It was not the first time someone had been unsettled by his magic, but such a visceral outpouring of it was hardly what could be considered unsettling. A hint of guilt crossed his face and he tilted his head, a silent question asking if the other man was alright. The angle was a bit awkward with the way they’d settled, the Duke’s back pressed halfway into Maddox’s side, Kit’s arms loose around him now that he had given them a bit more space. One of his free hands tugged at the collar of his tunic, fidgeting with the laces.

The realization that they had seen far more than he’d imagined them to made him sigh, the sound heavy as he let the thought knock around his brain for a bit. The quiet that had descended over them all was not something he wished to break but knew he must, all the same. Just, perhaps, not yet.

KIT/ MADDOX

They lingered there for a moment, the three of them, just taking refuge in the relative peace that settled between them. They each had different reasons, Kit suspected, for wanting to preserve this moment. They were not likely to experience such peace in each other’s arms for a long while.

In the end, it was Maddox who pulled away first. His expression was unreadable. When Harland turned towards him, Kit kept her arms firmly around the Duke as Maddox stood up. Maddox bowed his head. Kit flattened a palm against Harland’s shoulder, the motion as restricting as it was reassuring.

“Forgive me-” he began, his voice trembling with a rage he could not contain now that they all seemed to have been pulled back from the precipice. He balled a hand into a fist and now Kit stood up, crossing the distance between them until there were so close his lips were practically resting against her forehead. She took his fist into her hands.

“Maddox,” She began, raising his fist to her lips.

“I cannot bear witness to this. Not to your grief. Not to his despair. Not caused by-” he inhaled sharply and stepped back as if he had been struck. A flower was crushed underneath his boot in his haste. Kit was left with the ghost of the kiss she intended and a growing sense of dread.

“Command me to remain or allow me to leave.” His voice was strangled and Kit only sighed in response.  Maddox departed, his jaw set, not sparing either of them a second glance.

As the door slammed shut, Kit winced as she turned back towards Harland. “It is not for lack of trying,” she repeated, miserably.

HARLAND

Maddox was the first to move and, while Harland had almost expected it, figuring in the way he’d reacted before to Kit’s pain and, now, having to witness Harland’s own, it still stung. The Duke squirmed a bit at the hands that were pressed to his shoulders, still wound around him. They were far from confining but Harland still wanted to press against them. Instead, he watched as the guard balled his hands into fists and, yet again, felt his rushing of emotions. They were plain on his face, the rage and the pain he felt. It was clear Kit could see it as well, had possibly seen it before.

The blond stood, moved towards her guard, and the Duke watched as they spoke. He was quiet but his eyes took in everything, the care that the pair held with one another. There was a sharp sweetness to it, something that was as bittersweet as their entire situation. Maddox spoke and his voice was harsh, strangled, like it was being forced from his throat and Harland did not know what to do. As he departed, a coldness took his place.

Chuckling weakly, Harland rolled his head against the bed, looking at Kit with helpless eyes. “No, it’s not. As much as there is pain here...it is understandable. I do not fault him for it, though perhaps I should.”

KIT 

She shrugged. “Perhaps. I have found it useless to find faults that lay within a man’s nature. We could rage against the sky for raining down upon us, but it will not alleviate our suffering.” She remained standing for a moment.

“Luckily enough, an old whore like me knows better ways to ease the sting,” Kit smiled, a bitter thing on a soft face. “Any liquor near? It does not have to be good, there just needs to be enough.” When Harland motioned to a cabinet, Kit moved towards it. She paused in front of it, asking permission to open his things. When he gave a nod, she opened and retrieved the bottle before sitting down next to Harland. She leaned her head back, uncorking the bottle with her teeth and passing it into his hands.

“What a shit day.”

HARLAND

“Nothing relieves suffering except time to repair it, my lady,” Harland murmured as he watched her standing there, stock-still before turning towards him and offering up a bitter smile. It looked wrong on her face, like there was something not quite right about it. In the time the Duke had housed her at Thornhill, Kit had been nothing but optimistic. For the most, she had been a driving force behind her own recovery. He gave a helpless shrug and shook his head. "If only we were given it when it was most deserved."

Shifting around to look more fully around the room, Harland quirked up the corner of his mouth at her suggestion. "Of course there is, Kit. Just over there." He pointed to a cabinet church near his desk and watched as she moved towards it, asked permission to go through it and he gave a tired nod. There were no things he needed to hide there. Nothing on his desk, either, though he hardly doubted Kit Scarlet would care for anything he worked on.

At her words, the Duke let out a loud bark of laughter and nodded his head, accepting the bottle from her without hesitation. He took a long drink from the bottle before passing it back to her. "We've more to grieve than most, I think, though for entirely different reasons. Easing the sting is the least of our worries. It's living with it that will be the hardest part."

KIT

She took the bottle back, letting it burn her throat as she swallowed it down. When she finally let the bottle leave her lips, there were tears forming in her eyes. “Grief is such an awful trick. No matter what causes it, you’re left feeling as if you are the loneliest person in the world. That no one will ever comprehend what overwhelms you.” She took another swig before passing it into Harland’s hands, her fingers lingering against his longer than they needed.

“There are moments when I am baffled I still draw breath. It feels like it will all crush me. It seems so cruel that it does not.” Her voice was strangled, constricted with the cries she refused to release.

HARLAND

The tears in her eyes mirrored the despair Harland himself was feeling. There were times, yes, that he had been so unbelievably frustrated with Balthazar, times where he and the other lord had gotten into shouting matches or raged at one another so fiercely that the Court shied away from them. This had been just at the end of the war, when things were spiralling out of his control and Balthazar had caused so much grief.

Even then, however, Harland could not help but stand beside him. Even then, he was still Balthazar’s friend.

Even now, though the blond hardly believed in what it counted for these days, after Harland had done so much and the other faerie had thrown it all away. And for what, truly, some petty grievance? The pain he felt because he believed he had been wronged by this sprite of a woman? Ah, yes, it was almost laughable, how they harmed one another in the end.

The fingers that lingered beneath his for a moment made the Duke look at the woman beside him, keenly aware of her grief and her pain, but not quite understanding it. They both felt it, some form of it, but it was just slightly off step, out of tune and off pitch. It was familiar, despite the fact that Harland did not want to admit it. There had been similar instances where he had felt much the same. Still, he slid the bottle from her grasp and turned away, saying nothing for the moment. He drank, stared at the wall across from them, and listened.

He made a noise at the back of his throat, almost a strangled form of laughter. Mirth, even. Harland knew the feeling well. “The cruelty is the trick, really, having to live with it all. Drowning your sorrows and locking it away so the world believes you feel nothing and then fucking off to the Wildlands to piece yourself back together again. Or, perhaps,” he murmured, rolling his head against the bedpost to look at Kit, eyes tired and red-rimmed, “crying on the floor of a Duke’s bedroom because you believe he might understand. In a way...he does, but perhaps not the same way.”  

KIT

It was not a direct invitation by any means, but Kit acted on it all the same. She slipped underneath Harland’s arms, maneuvering him until she was wrapped in his embrace with her head leaning against his chest. He was solid and warm, and that was enough for her. She sighed, looking up at him even as the tears stung at her eyes.

“I have been on worse bedroom floors, Your Grace, believe me. Although this may be the least compromising position I have found myself in.” The bottle was still in his hands, but she tilted it to her mouth all the same. He was so stiff underneath her touch, so unsure, but she could not help but remain close to him. Duke Briar was steady, and she was falling apart. What other choice did she have but to remain in his embrace, reluctant as it might be?

“I cannot imagine a time when you were ever broken, Harland,” Kit said, her voice solemn and her gaze steady, “though it is not for lack of belief in the grief you bear.” It was an incomplete thought and it hung in the air between them, but she did not elaborate any further. Instead, she turned her gaze away. It seemed easier on the both of them if she too turned her gaze to the wall.

“You are adorable when you talk about yourself in the third person, you know.” Kit laughed as tucked her legs underneath her to lean against his chest.

“You and I met Balthazar at different times,” she continued, a smile on her lips in spite of herself, “you met him during the war-yes?- and I met him before Oberon and Mab ever crossed paths. I knew him when he was a young thing and his sword was still clumsy in his hands.” The tears were falling freely now and she made no effort to stop them.

“He spent countless nights in the old brothel. He gained quite the reputation for his supposed insatiable desires. How the lords and ladies would have been scandalized to find out the young Lord Black spent all his time fully clothed, more likely to drink with the whores than to screw them. We were his family. My mother, Celestials keep her close, considered him a son until her last breath. Whenever I was not entertaining a client, he would spent the time in my bed, falling asleep. It was not safe for him to sleep in Black Manor. His mother was such a hateful old bitch. So he would simply collapse into my bed at odd hours. You cannot imagine the horror of the poor bastard I brought upstairs who was greeted by lord Black, still groggy from sleep.”

Something between a laugh and sob fell from her lip, and she shut her eyes.

“We would braid his hair in his sleep. He was such a pretty picture, asleep with daisies in his hair. I never wanted to wake him. As hard as I try, when I close my eyes, all I see is that image of Black. I wish I could force my mind’s eyes to remember him as hateful as he was the last time I saw him, but in my heart he will always be my tired little lord, wearing the flowers in his hair as awkwardly as his titles.”

HARLAND

The Duke grew rigid at her touch, just as he had before, but this was something entirely different. There was something much more prominent about the care she arranged his limbs around her body, something that he was cognizant of and wished he were not. He’d not drunk enough for this. But he allowed it all the same, merely heaved a sigh and let himself be maneuvered like a puppet, head leaned back against the bedpost. Harland did not dare look at her until Kit was done squirming, arm tightening around her of its own accord as she settled into his side, half across his chest.

The tears that were caught in the corners of her eyes were visible by the sheen of them, the way the candles reflected off the bright blue. It was something he’d not have truly noticed unless he was this close and Harland sighed quietly, the hand around her carefully stroking down her back, a motion meant to be as careful as it was soothing. Kit was still healing from her wounds, her traumas, and Harland was in no place to look past it all.

Despite the clear allusion in her words, of compromising situations and the rumors that came with them, the gravity of the situation, Harland felt himself laughing. It was deep in his chest, a sound that was more a rumble than anything, and it was a good sound for such a time. “I'm sure. And I’ve been in similar, or so I’ve heard. Then again, no one can truly believe everything they hear, can they?” He quirked a brow as she tilted the bottle to drink, angling his hand so the neck of the bottle moved easier for her, watched as she drank and then he pulled the bottle away and set it to the side. It was nearly gone anyhow.

The words she spoke were laced with something he could not, or perhaps, did not, wish to identify. However, Harland’s gaze did not waver from her face. There was something entirely...wholesome at her faith, at the steadiness she seemed to attribute to him. Harland knew it was the role he had played in her recovery but, even still, knowing what he did made it a bitter thing to swallow. “You have not seen my version of broken, not truly, Kit. I pray you never do. It is not a pretty thing. Certainly not glorious like the tales make it seem.” They were all shit, anyhow, he thought, almost struck by how cruel that seemed, to give false hope where there had been none at all.

The moment broken, Harland snorted and shook his head, manuevering himself more fully upright so she could tuck herself into a ball more easily. He glanced down at her legs for a moment, watched the way they curled underneath her skirts, before bundling the furs he’d strewn around them around her, around them both. “Thank you, my lady,” he murmured, voice amused despite the sincerity in her tone. He shifted about for a moment, getting himself comfortable enough to listen to a tale he had never before heard.

Balthazar Black before the war, before the Dragon, was almost a myth, some foreign thing that Harland had only known in fragments, from sifting through the whisperings of truth and the vitriol spit about him. Harland joined in her laughter, some of the images amusing to think of. He’d certainly dealt with the man’s hair enough to know what a nest it could be, how cumbersome. To imagine it braided with flowers was an image that was entirely disconnected from reality, wholesome in a way that the war had stripped away from him.

Had stripped away from them all.

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me, though it’s...far from the Balthazar I usually see. First time I met him, I had to carry is heavy arse back to camp.” He chuckled quietly, shook his head. “The bastard tried to go back out into the field after I’d accidentally broken his leg when he’d sealed the wound that would have killed me otherwise.”

KIT

“Must you always carry yourself so sternly, Harland?” She asked, her voice as playful as it was soft. “Surely the sun will continue to rise and set if you allow yourself a moment’s peace.” She twisted in his arms, the furs ruffling awkwardly with her movement, until she was looking up at him. She studied his face for a moment, as if she was attempting to peer through time and picture what a little lord Briar had been. There was a flicker of disapproval across her blue eyes for the briefest of moments, which was replaced with a melancholy look.

“But you have never been able to give yourself the time to discover whether or not it will,” Kit said. She reached her hand up to his face, a slight tremor there that revealed her nervousness. What was blooming in her chest and stretching up into her throat and down to her stomach was a foreign feeling. The desire for something unfamiliar was a strange sensation to a woman who had spent the past few centuries devoted to one man. There were others who had been brought in for a night, a few lucky ones who had spent a few years, but they had always been passing curiosities compared to what she felt for her King. But in Duke Briar’s bedchamber, miles away from the King and brought together from shared struggles and grief, Kit felt each beat of her heart as surely as one felt the clap of thunder in a storm.

Her fingers landed as light as a feather on Harland’s bottom lip, her thumb brushing against the softness there. “I told you once you would ruin me, the way you deprive me of my secrets and leave me bare.” Her voice seemed to waver slightly as she whispered, “I think I could ruin you. I inspire feelings you have no room for.” She hated herself for it, she realized. Was she any better than Balthazar? Were they to be twin agents of agony? Was there anyone who was happier for being loved by her? Would she condemn the man who had carried her while her flesh still burned to such sadness?  

She left her thumb fall until she was outlining his jaw in her hands. “Even in the refuge you have built for me, I invite disaster and destruction.” She did not look away from him, even though the tears in her eyes began to blur her vision and she struggled to keep her face from contorting with the sobs that shook her shoulders. “You did not rescue me from a monster when you brought me to Thornhill, Harland. You just let a prettier one in.” Her shame overtook her and she buried her face in his chest, hands clutching either side of her head as she willed herself to shrink. It would have been kinder for the both of them if she pulled herself away, but the urge to bury herself in Harland’s arms was all-consuming.

“You should have left me there. If Black and I had left this world together, Midsummer would be a safer place.”

HARLAND

Harland felt his brow furrowing at her teasing and he moved to look at her, staring down at her with a raised eyebrow. "I haven't known peace in years Kit. I don't think I remember what it even looks like. Beyond that...I could not rest now, not when so much hangs in the balance." The disapproval on her face when she'd shifted around to look him in the face made the Duke sigh, the sound quiet.

The blond watched her hand with more sobriety than he had possessed since this conversation had began, when the bottle had been opened and they'd poured out parts of themselves to replace with liquor. The feeling of it pressing against his mouth was foreign and he did not know what to do beneath its weight. Like before, he stiffened, watching Kit's face with a weariness he felt in his bones.

"You inspire many things, Kit. Feelings are just a part of it all. Whatever they may be." He dropped his head back, a heavy sigh moving the woman on his chest, a hand stroking down her back even still. "You have invited nothing into my home that can destroy me. Not by your hand. By another's perhaps. But you are no monster. And, if you were, Kit, well…It takes a monster to know a monster, does it not? Perhaps we are a pair, in whatever form that may take?" His voice was heavy as he spoke, the words achingly sincere.

"At least you did not murder hundreds, dove. At least you did not murder hundreds and then be commended for it." His voice was more bitter than Kit had ever heard it. It was something that haunted him, what the war had made him into. It would continue to for the rest of his days. He looked at her when she burrowed into his chest and the sight twinges at his heart. He brought a hand up and ran it carefully over the hand closest to him, pulled it away cautiously. Kissing the fingers that curled, so small, in the palm of his hand, Harland gave her a small, sad smile. "Midsummer can survive if we let it."

KIT

She knew better than to ask, but she asked all the same. “Do I frighten you so that you become so rigid under my touch?” she asked, unable to hide the shame that crept into her voice. “Or is it because of the company I keep in Roheim?” She wanted his approval so badly. She hated herself for it. She had no right to desire anything from him.

“You deserve peace, Harland,” Kit said, her voice melancholy. She allowed him to move her into her chest, shutting her eyes and basking in the tenderness of his touch. His words brought tears to her eyes. There was forgiveness in his tone. There was permission- for what- she was not sure. It brought her to tears all the same. “I wish I could give it to you. I am sorry for what I have brought to Thornhill.” She did surrender to the sobs, too exhausted to fight them off, but it did not stop her from meeting Harland’s eyes.

His lips were on her fingers and it broke her open, but she kept her gaze steady.

“There is no one who remains innocent. Not after my King tore Midsummer apart. You did what you needed to get your men home.” She reached for him again, but lingered a few inches away from him, waiting for permission. “There is never a  choice, not really, not when love is involved.”

HARLAND

Despite himself, Harland found himself answering her shame filled question honestly. "No. Nothing you do could frighten me." He gave a small shrug, a hint of a smile on his face. There was a hint of a tease in his voice when he spoke next. "Well, almost anything. I hear you can drink men half your size under the table." There was a deflection there and it had drawn a clear line but the Duke could not help the shadow that flickered over his face at the mention of Oberon. He hurt so many, continued to in the way he kept Kit Scarlet, yet she defended him.

It was as maddening as it was confusing. But this was neither the time nor the place for that kind of talk.

The crooked smile that curled around his face was far from serious when he addressed her melancholy. Stroking a soothing hand carefully down her spine, Harland just shook his head, a gentle cadence to his voice. "I take what I can get, Kit. Peace isn't always in the cards for fae like me. I've known that from the moment this war began and the second I took up the mantle of diplomacy." In truth, it had been a kindness the Queen had given him anything at all. Harland had not wanted it, not at first, but he saw the good that he could do and what could be done to help his people, so he had. If anything, it had given him a reason to keep going when the world had been dark, for the briefest of moments.

Her sobs shook her and the Duke could feel them in his chest. But Kit kept looking. After a long moment, it was Harland who looked away first. Heaving a sigh, the man nodded, conceding to her even if he did not believe her words. Not wholly, anyway. There would always be a small part of himself that he would see as broken, a monster that had been put together again with one too many chipped pieces.

He saw her reaching for him out of the corner of his eye and instead of letting her touch him again, Harland grabbed her hand in his, carefully curling his fingers around her hand and closing it. He placed it gently on top of his chest, beside where the other rested, before sighing through his nose. Readjusting the hold he had on her, Harland leaned forward, getting ready to gain his feet once more.

"Steady now, Kit," he murmured and, then, he was standing and she was against his chest. It was like picking up a feather, really, she was so light, and it reminded him of when he'd brought her to his home. Except, now, she was awake to remember it.

KIT

Kit smiled in reply and it brightened her features. “There’s nothing to do in Roheim but drink, fuck, and start fights. I became very adept at all three in my time there.” One could see a glimpse of what she might have been if she had chosen anyone but Oberon as a lover- she would have been this playful creature, chaotic and carefree. But there was gravity that pressed upon her shoulders and it made her smaller than she appeared. So when Harland let a hand run down her spine, Kit leaned into him. So what if he was the Queen’s diplomat and she was the King’s whore?

He wrapped her hand in hers and she felt a sense of relief wash over. He said her name and held her and it was treason to even think about how good it felt. She could not help but lean into his chest, curling up in his arms. She looked up at him and could not help but remember memories tinged with the smell of burning and the sting of ash in her eyes. He had looked so steady then. Somehow, he looked less steady now.

“Is this the bit where you take me to bed and ravish me, love?” Her voice was hoarse, choked with too much emotion to be as playful as she intended. She kept a hand on his chest, fingers clutching the collar of his shirt. “I cannot tell if I am offended it took you so long or relieved you allowed me some time to heal and prepare for you. Most are far more susceptible to my charms, Duke Briar.” She kept her head underneath his chin, suddenly very at peace with the weight of Harland against her.

HARLAND

Looking down at her as she started speaking, Harland shook his head and hid a smile, chuckling quietly. “This is the part where I take you to bed and we sleep, Kit. It has been a long night and I think we could both do with some.” Shifting her weight in his arms, wrapping the furs around her more securely, the Duke lifted her over the bedpost and continued padding his way around to the side of the bed. He resolutely ignored the fingers curled into the collar of his tunic, bending at the waist to set her as gently as he could on the mattress.

Groaning a bit as he straightened up, the blond ran a hand through his hair, staring down at her for a moment. His eyes strayed over the blonde curls that spilled over her shoulders, the burns that stood out starkly against her skin, and huffed another laugh. “You’d not find me very interesting, I’m afraid. Much of what they say about me is merely that, talk.” Granted, some of the things they said were true, but that was something he never gave credence to, not with the way the Court hounded him. “Do not take offense, my lady, I am but an old soldier.” As if to prove his point, when he rounded to the other side of the bed, Harland slumped onto the mattress with a world weary sigh, overly dramatic in the hopes that it would get the woman beside him to laugh. Turning his head to look at her, Harland leaned back against the headboard, the corner of his mouth raised in a half-smile.

KIT

It was a soft place to land, all things considered. She watched him, her eyes never leaving his frame as he maneuvered her first into bed and then at her side. There was so much one could learn about the way a man came to bed. Even in this, Harland Briar was a careful and a cautious man. It broke her heart. She saw why her shadow was drawn to him.

Still, she snorted at Harland’s antics. “I have known many men in my life. The most interesting ones are the ones who try so very hard to dispel the rumors surrounding them.” She said, but her voice had taken on a lazy quality. Try as she might, she was exhausted and everything about sleep right now was inviting.

She turned on her side, propping herself up on her forearms to be closer to Harland for a moment. She let her nose brush against his, eyes closed, a smile on her lips. “I’ve entertained many an old soldier, your Grace, but I have never enjoyed their company as much as yours.” When she turned away, leaning back into the bed, she let her lips brush against his, but made no concerted effort to kiss him. Theirs would be a story of almosts, of that she was sure.

“If only we could stay here,” she said wistfully as she pulled the furs up to her neck.

HARLAND

"Perhaps you're just bored with life, dove, if you think mine is intriguing," he mumbled, the siren call of sleep loosening his tongue. He yawned, jaw popping, and curled an arm around Kit, tugging her quietly closer. There was nothing but innocence in the gesture, a steadiness here that he could not find anywhere else. The grounding essence of touch was something he always craved, even in the most simple of ways. "It is nothing more than diplomatic meetings and the wrangling of pompous courtiers who think they know politics but have no more understanding of it than a bud still suckling at his mother."

He quieted, then, a hand curling carefully around the small of Kit's back, a thumb stroking along the knobs of her spine for a moment before stilling. "It's easier to keep things that do not belong in the public if you do not merely acknowledge them. Kit, I have heard every rumor under the sun, including the one that caused me to be-." Abruptly, he stopped, jaw clicking, and sighed. "Well, that is the past, now, is it not? There is nothing for it."

Looking down at the woman resting against him, the Duke's eyes crossed as he watched her lean closer. Kit's nose brushed against his and Harland stilled, watching her carefully. He made no move to comment on what she'd done, merely watched her as she pulled away, the feeling of that brush of her lips a shock to his system.

Clearing his throat, Harland watched as she pulled the furs closer and the ease with which she moved despite her burns made him realize just how close she was. But, just as before, that was not something he wanted to dwell on. Instead, he offered her a small, soft smile and curled a hand over her arm.

KIT

“Terribly bored, your Grace,” she quipped, mischief sparkling between eyelids that had grown heavy with fatigue. “There is absolutely nothing of intrigue here at Thornhill. Not in rescued human servants or forbidden loves or long-lost daughters. Only a tired old man weary of having to reign in all the little lords and ladies playing at politics.”

She rested her head on his chest, eyes fluttering closed as the beat of Harland’s heart began to lull her to sleep. She let out a yawn and could not help but smile at the timing of it all. “Rest assured, Harland. When I return to Roheim, all my King will hear of how positively dull Wisteria is even in the midst of all this excitement. With any luck, I may be able to convince him never to return.”

Of course, if the King decided to keep away from Thornhill, it would be no easy feat for Kit or Maddox to find their way back. But she had no desire to think about such awful things now, especially not when she and Harland had finally carved themselves a tranquil moment before sleep overtook them both. She drifted off into a dreamless sleep, save for the occasional flashes of white flowers blooming. But there were worse dreams to have.

[btswaifeu]

Replacement | o2

genre: angst/ fluff

pairing: taehyung x reader x ot7

summary: you’ve been working alone with the boys for quite some time, but as things got harder to manage, another housekeeper joined. What happens when taehyung’s beloved necklace went missing? Who would he trust?

previously | next

previously ; 

“Nothing haha, i find her really adorable.”Hearing that, your mood instantly changed, but you didn’t let it show. You forced out a smile and half heartedly agreed with him while pulling the covers up to your head.

The next day, you shot up from underneath the covers and heard noises from the living room. Coming out from taehyung’s room, you were greeted with the sight of the boys and won jae eating Mcbreakfast. Normally, sejin wouldn’t allow them to eat breakfast from a fastfood chain, but since they were eating already, you decide to ignore it and inform won jae later on their diet.

The month passed relatively smooth, occasionally with missing items like their socks and soaps. You were actually dumbfounded when won jae started crying the moment sejin asked her if she saw the items or not. He quickly dismissed interrogating her since she couldn't contain her feelings.

Also in that month, won jae have gotten extremely close to the boys, and she have been violating the dress code by wearing short pants and tank tops when the boys were around. You eventually stop bothering as the boys started to defend her the other day when you told her to dress more conservatively.

The thing that hurts most was when your conversations with taehyung were significantly decreasing. It hurts because he was spending more time with won jae instead of you. Even though it drove you a little to the edge, you tried to brush away your jealousy as this was a job after all, and you weren’t supposed to have feelings for him.

Winter was approaching real quick, with the temperature dropping real fast, won jae was constantly requesting to sleep in one of the member’s room as she was cold. That was understandable since the heater still have yet to be fixed.

Sejin originally suggest suga to share a room with jin, and won jae will sleep in his room. But that idea eventually got scraped because both you and Sejin were worried that more things are going to go missing.

Yes, sejin have been suspecting won jae ever since things started going missing. He have never once thought it was you because you have been working with them for quite sometime and nothing went wrong.

But before you could suggest something else, taehyung barged in the room and suggest that you, wonjae and him sleep together on his king sized bed.

Obviously you rejected that ridiculous idea, but taehyung told you he already moved her stuff over to his room. And because it was getting pretty late and neither sejin or you have come up with a decent plan, you dreadfully agreed.

Well, that had got to be the worst decision you ever made in your life because won jae have squeezed herself between you and taehyung and you’ve haven’t been getting enough sleep for the past few days because she kept kicking you off the bed.

You eventually gave up and opt to sleep in the guest room with your electric blanket.

The next morning, you were expecting taehyung to ask where you went but he didn’t give a shit on your whereabouts. From how he ignored your presence. You brushed it off as nothing and made your way to the kitchen to whip out their breakfast. Won jae have told you that she lied on the application form that she knew how to cook, you tried teaching her but she’s a literal copy of namjoon. So you opted to cook every meal instead, but she have to do the dishes in return.

it eventually turned into you doing the dishes again because the boys were always asking her to let you do the dishes and pulling her to the couch to play on the console. Everytime that happens, you just sigh really loud and continue doing the dishes.

A few days later, the first snow fell. Usually, you would’ve been playing with the boys outside. However, this time, you were at home cleaning up the mess those fools left behind, in a rush to drag won jae out to play.

Yoongi did ask you to tag a long tho, but a few days ago sejin installed a cctv at home for safety purposes, and instructed the boys to lock their rooms when they’re sleeping. but that also meant the living room had to be kept clean at all times. So you told him to hurry along and dress warmly.

By now, you were literally looking like a zombie because you haven’t been sleeping well. Even so, you volunteered to help sejin with his administrative stuff because the office was much more warmer than it was in that guest room. You were kind of glad also that won jae is sleeping in taehyung’s room instead of that freezer, but It was also heartbreaking at the same time because none of the boys cared about your presence anymore. It’s as though they got tired of you.

Dismissing those useless thoughts, you got back to typing emails in english since sejin begged you to translate the emails he wrote in korean. You also got an apology text from him saying that he’ll get the heater fixed asap, after finding you with a high fever two days ago, which you didn’t bother to tell the boys as well since you didn’t find it necessary.

You were freezing in the guest room and had no choice or whatsoever to keep yourself warm because the rooms were locked. The warmest you could get was sleeping on the table away from that cold ass floor. Your electric blanket wasn’t working well either.

A week later, the temperatures dropped significantly to -16 degrees. It was korea’s coldest night and your worst night too. Everyone was currently in the living room watching taehyung shout at you with a crying won jae by his side.

“Look, she took it ok? What the hell? I know how important it is to you! Why would i take it? And i haven’t been in your room for ages!” you shout back with a red face

“So? It doesn’t give you the right to accuse won jae either! Everyone knew you were at home when it that happened! How could it be won jae when all of us were at the ski resort? You’re pathetic.”

You stiffened at taehyung’s harsh words.

Before namjoon could pull taehyung away and ease the situation, you grabbed your padding jacket and scarf.

“y/n, are you out of your mind? It’s freezing outside!” jimin grabbed your hand. You felt bad but ignored his pleas for you to stay.

“I’m going to fucking find it for you since you’re so convinced i was the one that stole it.”

After shouting at won jae to shut up with her crying, you pushed past jimin and ran out the door.

“Police warns citizens to stay home as korea faces her worst winter and lowest temperature, do not step outdoors.”

“Off the darn t.v hyung.” taehyung came out from his room after tucking won jae in.

“Mind your foul mouth before i beat the shit out of you. I know your grandmother's necklace is important, but that was really harsh to y/n.” seokjin switched the channel to a noiser one just to spite him.

It was currently 4 am and the hyung line was starting to get anxious. Yoongi and namjoon were sitting beside each other biting their nails while jungkook and jimin fell asleep on each other. Seokjin was with hoseok in the kitchen trying to make coffee for everyone. They were literally scared shitless and spammed your phone for you to come back , but you left in a rush so your phone was still in the guest room.

Meanwhile,

“Ugh that fucker...i’m going to freaking get the cctv footage from sejin.” you were running out of breath trying to search for that darn necklace. Your hands were literally numb from feeling around the snow, because stupid you got so angry and left without your phone and gloves.

You didn’t manage to get the glove from the receptionist either because you sneaked in after the dude behind the counter rejected you countless of times to enter because it is life threatening out there.

Literally

You’ve been searching for 5 hours and a half and was about to give up when you saw something shiny from the side of your eye.

“Please let that be the freaking necklace ugh…” you groaned as you crawled over to that shiny object.

“YES” after realising it IS his necklace, you did the most foolish thing by shooting up to your feet. Foolish because your legs were practically dead. Your ankles gave up on you and sent you rolling down the hill in an instant. As you were losing consciousness, your mind wandered to how stupid you could get because no one is going to notice you rolling down, and you were probably going to be found dead the next morning. Still worrying about the necklace, you quickly wrap the silver chain around your finger  

2 hours later, the workers from the resort rushed in to do a round check after the motion camera detected movement. Your unconscious body was found near the bottom of the hill, almost buried, if not for your red scarf peeking out, the necklace was tangled around your finger.

You were immediately rushed to the hospital for emergency attention.

“MOVE OUT OF THE WAY-” the medic team hastily push your limp body into the operating room.

[hairystyless]

Y/N comes home stressed and finds her friend Harry shirtless on her bed (obvs smut) NSFW

Note: I already said it was smut but there’s more; there is swearing, and the daddy kink so if you’re not into that stuff I suggest you leave :) ;)

All I wanted to do right now was take a warm smelling bath with scented candles and quiet music but I’m stuck in traffic right now and thinking of home.

The taxi driver I know is stressed because of the traffic too. It’s the time of the day where most adults go home as fast as they can so they don’t have to experience what I’m experiencing right now. His music was the only thing soothing me right now. Imagining that I’m in a music video. I couldn’t touch my phone right now because I always get car sick everytime I read something while in a sort of vehicle. I check the time of the radio; 6:57 pm. I looked out the window and it was already getting dark. I had a stressful day at work, getting yelled from the boss because I forgot to put sugar in his coffee while getting donuts for my employees. I know it’s not much but I think it’s too much right now for me especially for my age. Just moved out, no car and I was drowning in bills. It was too much to think about right now. I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I felt a hand on my shoulder shake me. “We have arrived,” he stares blankly. I yawned, payed him then left his car. I grab my phone from my back pocket of my skirt and checked the time. 7:49 pm. Before work the news warned us that it was going to snow. There was a path cleared for me because it was harder for me to walk in snow because the choice of wearing heels for work. It was like someone cleared the snow for me. I enter my house and I realised it was unlocked. I hope one of my friends came and not a robber. The first thing I smelt was the smell of chocolates. The room was heated up and cleaned up too. A bouquet was left on the coffee table for me with no name. I slipped off from my heels and jacket.

“Hello?” I said. I wondered around my house. Looking through the rooms which was all organised. Folded clothes, dishes done. My bathroom looked great too, and the few scented candles that I was dreaming about in the taxi. Finally I checked upstairs and up to my room and there was body. Peacefully resting with his back in front of me. I circled around my bed and found that it was Harry. I grin at the sight and all he has done. I didn’t even ask for this. He cleaned my house and even leaving a bouquet for me, but yes I appreciated it. His beautiful tattoo butterfly always comes alive everytime he rests. It always looked like it was floating. I untied my hair, leaving it all down. I didn’t want to wake him because he looked so tired. I grabbed a tiny shirt, which revealed a bit of skin down my belly. I took some sweat pants and left him there to rest. I changed my clothes quickly before I left him. Although it was snowing outside it didn’t feel cold over here. It was like Harry had some magic in him. He heated the whole room house. I heard a creak coming from the stairs.

“Hey Y/N,” he yawns.

“Did I wake you Harry?” I leaned on my bench.

“No, I just saw your clothes on the floor and I assumed you were here,” he smiles but tiredly. He rubs his eyes like a little three year old he is.

“So what brings you here Harry? I thought you were a burglar, oh and thank you for the flowers they’re lovely,” I chuckle. I pass him a coffee I made the way he likes it. He takes a sip before he answers.

“I don’t know I just missed ye’ darl, I tried t’ visit since m’ not busy anymore. Some people told me they haven’t caught up with you because you’ve been really busy and stressed and by the looks of your house it was a little untidy so I fixed it up a bit,”

I raise an eyebrow. Hearing his response flattered me. He actually cares. I decide to argue.

“Harry you’re so sweet, but what makes you think I’m stressed. I’m independent now” I ask him. Harry has been taking care of me since we’ve met.

“You’re not a messy person, that disappears for a month or two. I folded the clothes you didn’t fold, I did the dishes you didn’t wash and I cooked you food that you wouldn’t cook for yourself but instead get fast food or buy a microwave meal because I know you don’t have time to all those things anymore, something is stressing you out I know, and I know you’re beautiful independent woman but sometimes they need help from a friend,” Harry argued back to so solidly. You can see the truth in his eyes he wasn’t just doing this because someone told him to. He did this because he’s heard what he’s heard so he came by to help.

“Harry you didn’t hav-,” I was cut off mid sentence by him placing his fingers on my lips.

“I know Y/N, but I want you to relax,” he stares at me with his piercing green eyes. “You should take a bath, wash all the things that’s been bugging you away.”

“What if it doesn’t help though?” I say.

“Then I’ll help you,” he replies, now holding my face.

We both walk in the bathroom that smelt like vanilla and flowers. Harry turns the tap on and the hot water mist has released. I looked at the window and I see Harry looking at me. My hand felt his chest while he attempted to move forward to place a kiss on my lips. His lips touched mine, feeling the cold fade away. His hands start to roam around my waist. This wasn’t our first kiss. We kissed when we were younger to try things out, but this was our kiss we shared that was heated. He runs his tongue on my bottom lip. I opened my mouth and immediately our tongues touched. He then moved on to my neck. His hands held on to the back of my head while my head tilted back from the pleasure he gave me.

His hands groped my breasts but gently. Before anything was gonna happen he stopped kissing me and look right in my eyes.

“Am I allowed to touch you like this babe?” Harry says. The way he called me babe and asked for my permission while he stares deeply in my eyes made me weaker then I already was when I saw him shirtless on my bed. I nodded and crashed my lips on the front of his neck making him look up my ceiling. His hands tugged on the collar of my shirt then finding my buttons to undo them. I went to kiss his collar bone while he was trying to undress me. My shirt was fully undone. He unzips my skirt, sliding it down to my feet. Harry started to moan when I found his soft spot. I was nearly naked infront of him. He stares down my body before he does anything else. I take his shorts of while his hands rest on the bench behind him.

“I want to make love to you right here y/n,” He places a hair behind my ear.

“Me too,” I said back to him, which was merely a whisper.

Harry was hard. I know Harry wanted this to be passionate. We both know it wasn’t our first time but it felted like it. The hearts that were drumming. I could hear both of them beating at the same time. Harry takes off my bra. He loops his fingers on my underwear, still continuing to kiss me. I made him let go of them so I could take them off for him. He takes off his underwear too and steps in the bath pulling me with him.

I hop on his body caressing his face. Harry’s fingers enters in my pussy before it soaks in water so he could feel how wet I actually was. In water he stills rubs my clit.

“You’re such a good girl fo’ me y/n, so beautiful and fragile,” harry whispers in my ears. He send chills down my spine while I rode his fingers.

“Fuck harry,” I hold on to his chest. His fingers was replaced by his cock. His mouth was was ajar. His eyes were closed from pleasure.

“Oh you feel so good baby,” his hands tightened on my hips. I held on the showers tap which caused it to turn on. Water drips on both of. Harry was just so hot and him being wet was hotter. I bounced up and down on him. While he starts to moan louder.

“Harry you’re so huge,” he guides me up and down. He smiles revealing teeth while he tilted his head back. Water ran down on his chin. I kiss them softly.

“Ride me faster y/n,” he demands, he grips onto my waist harder. I follow his orders and bounce faster which turned us both into screaming animals.

“Yes baby fast,” he grabs my hips and helps faster. I know that my skin will have hand marks.

“Y/N I want to taste you so bad,” he pants. “Let’s take this to the bed room.”

I got up for him and left for the bed room. I dropped my self on my bed, still wet from the bath tub but didn’t mind because I was so horny right now. He finally entered in. His member stood up and reached up to the bottom of his stomach. He crawls up on the bed then drags my legs to the bottom of my bed. His beautiful lips start pecking kisses in the middle of my thighs. Licking them and biting them until he slowly starts to kiss my clit. Starting off with gentle kisses then he flattens his tongue and runs it down my pussy still staring at my eyes.

“I want you to look at me,” harry takes my hands and intertwines his fingers with mine.

Soft moans start to escape from my mouth when he started to go faster and enters two of his big fingers in me. He pushed his tongue deeper. A hot soft muscle entering me and flicking so fast. I am weak under him. I have no control. He stood up after noticing I was clenching around his fingers. I was about to cum with no warning and it seemed like he didn’t want that to happen. He takes his fingers up to his mouth and stares at me deeply.

“Daddy don’t want ya to come yet, darl.”

I get up so I we could face to face closer. He looks down at me and smiles whilst pushing my hair away from my face.

“Gosh you’re an angel,” he kisses my forehead, then gently grabs it.

“Now suck it, daddy wants your pretty mouth around his cock,” the way he suddenly brings up daddy made me want him more and made me thirstier. I wrap my mouth around him but instead of starting fast I started slow. This moment was passionate right now. I squeezed my mouth around his cock and his hands pulled my hair. I started to go faster and it made him moan a few times. I look up while sucking him off and the view was pretty amazing. The lights were turned off in the room but the moon shined through the curtains causing shadows on Harry making his eyes look like stars, and his glossy lips looked like falling stars. He was also a mess, moaning louder as I kept sucking him and casually cupping his balls. I felt him twitch in my mouth. He let go of my hair, “Baby stop I wanna cum in that delicate pussy of yours,” he pushed me on the bed but so careful not to hit me on the bed head. He entered in me and started to thrust slow letting me adjust a bit more.

“You’re so beautiful Y/N,” he bites my neck. I dug my nails in his back. I hoped it didn’t hurt to much but it didn’t have any effect from him, it was all the electricity in the room we created. He places his lips and insterted his tongue inside my mouth. Together they played while harry thrusts faster. I wrap my legs around him and he went deeper in me. His hands grab my tits and he licked them till they became hard.

“Oh daddy,” I moaned which made him bite his lips.

“I love you so much,” I opened my eyes and what I saw was a Harry looking all serious. “I mean it.”

I open my eyes wider. “Do you love me y/n?” He starts to thrust slower. He frowns even though he tried not to show it. I was to shocked to say anything. “I’m sorry i said that,” he kisses my cheek and I had a feeling he was about to stop without us cumming.

When he let go I pushed him in the bed and placed all my weight on him. His cock was still inside my pussy. “I love you Harry so much,” I start to ride our highs. I hold onto Harry’s chest and he squeezed my waist. Harry looked happier. His lips opened up to a perfect circle. His glossy eyes opened. While I was still riding he gets up to lean on the bed head and kissing my chin.

“I want to take care of you forever y/n, I’ll be here to take care of you when you’re sick, I’ll cook for you when you’re too tired to cook, I’ll help you relaxed when you’re stressed and I’ll make love to you when you you feel unloved, I’ll show you how I can take care of you because I always wanted us to be more then friends.” A tear escapes from his eyes. I felt him twitch again inside me while I started to clench around him.

“Ugh fuck,” he moans closing his eyes tilting his head back.

“I want you to be mine Harry,” I whisper whilst feeling the hot liquid filling me up. My feet toes curled up while my pussy vibrated and pulses.

“Then I’ll be yours,” he pulls out of me. He pulls out and I payed on his chest, feeling our juices coming out of me.

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Roleplay Server Log #254

“Crim-stone, Lie Remembers, Safe Sex With Brines”

[Splender] Is giggling as he watches Pinwheel jump around on the bed-

[Pinwheel] With every jump- No! No! No! No! No!

[Pinwheel] Flaps wings a little with each jump-

[Alexsezia] Hey Splender? You home?

[Splender] - Oh yes! Come on over!

[Pinwheel] - No! No! No!

[Alexsezia] raises the path and comes over- hey Splender, would you like some cheese? I've got lots right now.

[Splender] - Ooooo! Yes!

[Pinwheel] - No! No! No! No! No!

[Alexsezia]  Gives him two wheels of light yellow cheese - she looks like she's having fun!

[Splender] Takes the wheels in his tendrils- Oh yes, she's been doing that for a few hours now!

[Alexsezia] Wait. Hours?!?!

[Splender] Happily nods-

[Pinwheel] - No! No! No! No! No! No!

[Alexsezia] wow, she has a lot of energy. Is she always this rambunctious?

[Splender] - Lately, yes

[Alexsezia] Huh... anything else going on? How's the family?

[Splender] - Brother just said we had some visitors and that he had to hide my glue from Offender for some reason...

[Alexsezia] You guys got visitors? Any new pastas? And it's probably best if we don't know what the glue was for.

[Splender] - No new pastas... Although Seed Easter is currently in the manor, haven't seen him for awhile

[Alexsezia] What's his deal? Is he a vegetarian or something?

[Splender] - Err, no... He eats eggs... From female humans... Animals if he had no other choice...

[Pinwheel] - No! No! No!

[Alexsezia] That's weirdly specific...

[Splender] Shrugs- Nobodies really sure where he came from. He's one of the more... Feral, pastas...

[Alexsezia] Oh... So one of the more dangerous ones...

[Splender] - Very much so, but usually behaved around us slender beings

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[Pinwheel] Jumps off the bed and glides a little before flopping on the floor-

[Alexsezia] Hey! Now we know why she was jumping. I guess it will be time for flying lessons soon, if she doesn't figure it totally out on her own.

[Splender] - Flying lessons!?

[Alexsezia] Well yeah! She's got a nice big pair of wings.

[Splender] Squees-

[Pinwheel] Looks at the open path to the mainland-

[Alexsezia] Maybe she wants to play with the other dragons. Most of them can fly, well, except Crim and Yaunfen.

[Splender] - She usually tries to bite the others...

[Alexsezia] Oh... well flying is nice all the same. I've used elytra before, the view is great.

[Splender] - I'm to big for that, but I still get a good look at things just from how tall I am!

[Alexsezia] You've never even ridden on Doc before? Heck I think they've ferried just about everybody somewhere at least once or twice.

[Splender] - Oh I've done that a couple times, but even I'm a bit to tall for it to be comfortable for long

[Alexsezia] Oh, okay. Well hopefully Pinwheel will get really big.

[Splender] - Maybe!

[Pinwheel] Makes a mad dash for the mainland-

[Alexsezia] Makes a grab for her tail- NONONO not in the water!

[Pinwheel] The sharp feathers of her tail cut the Alex-

[Alexsezia] Lets go in pain - OW! Dammit!

[Pinwheel] Races only to be caught by a teleporting Splender- Now now, that's not nice

[Alexsezia] Is fumbling for a potion and walks quickly to the door to wash her hands - Dammit! I'm getting blood on your carpet! Sorry!

[Splender] - Oh it's fine!  No need to worry about it.  Is your hand okay?

[Alexsezia] Sits on the bridge and washes her hands in the water. - Yeah, it's fine. It just stings a bit- She gets out a potion and slugs it-

[Pinwheel] Bites Splender-

[Splender] - I'm glad it was just her tail

[Alexsezia] You still have the fruit don't you?

[Splender] - Oh yes, right over in that corner!

[Alexsezia] Then it's no big deal. She's an onery kid. Hopefully she'll be easier to reason with when she's more vocal.

[Pinwheel] - No!

[Alexsezia] Don't you know any other words Pinwheel?

[Splender] - Not yet

[Alexsezia] Are you reading to her?

[Splender] - I try, but she usually ends trying to destroy the books.  But I have many stories memorized that I tell her!

[Alexsezia] She seems really hyper and impatient. I wonder why?

[Splender] - I don't know, but I've known many kids like that as well.  I believe in humans it's a mental thing called Attention deficit Hyperactivity disorder?  Or something like that?

[Alexsezia] So she just needs something to fool with to expend energy...?

[Liz] -Swish swish swiiiish. Shi's swimming around, homing in on things in the water to catch-

[Splender] - Possibly?  She has many toys, but she gets distracted from them if she tries playing by herself

[ryan] -see liz in the water and jumps over to them-

[Liz] -Spooked, nips at Ryan-

[ryan] -squeaks and paddles back a little-

[Liz] Oh! Sorry! Scared me!

[ryan] it's ok what are you doing -all three heads are talking at once and he is swimming around-

[Liz] ... -Shi tilts her head a bit, glancing between all three heads-

[ryan] why do you look at me funny?

[Liz] You talk with all three! It's.. cool? uhh--- I was hunting fish!

[ryan] all three heads yes. can I help?

[Liz] Is it weird? Do ya gotta like... eat enough for three dragons, or just one? And ya, you can help! -swish swish back to fish hunting-

[ryan] I only have one tummy but all heads connect to it -tries to get a fish-

[Liz] Oh! Sounds cool. -fish hunting in progress-

[ryan] -manages to catch a fish in one of his mouths-

[Liz] Nice!

[ryan] -holds it with his tail- dad is going to be so proud

[Liz] Momma's always proud when I bring fish home! But she's tired a lot too. -fish sighted, Liz hunkers down a bit in the water to stare at it- ...Is your dad tired a lot too?

[ryan] dad always busy because houses need to be build big because I get big so it make more work

[Liz] Oh! -Snaps head out in water and seizes the fish-

[ryan] -is trying to snap at other fish but isn't getting them-

[Liz] -Eats fish and swooshes over to Ryan in the water- Like this! -And snap out goes the head for a fish-

[ryan] oh -does what liz did and manages to catch another fish-

[Liz] There ya go!

[ryan] -manages to grab another fish-

[Liz] Nice, that's good!

[ryan] -holds all three in his tails- now I have one for auntie, dad, and i.

[Liz] Auntie?

[ryan] yes auntie alexine

[Crim] - outside, a small area of ground buckles and a mini sinkhole forms. Slowly, Crim crawls out and flops down. He's caked in mud, coal dust and other crud.

[Deer] Hears the noise from the garden and pokes her head around- Crim?  Is everything alright?

[Crim] - groans. - No.

[Deer] Holds her arms open to the little dragon- What's wrong?

[Crim] - crawls over but flops at her hooves. - Tired, can't find rock. Need rock, can't sleep.

[Deer] Which rock sweetie?

[Crim] Red rock. But not know where... Never seen, just know. Warm, red, fire burn. - covers their face and whines. -

[Deer] Frowns and thinks for a moment- Crim?  Do you mind if I pick you up?

[Crim] Can but dirt.

[Deer] - I don't mind a little dirt- She reaches down and picks the baby dragon up, carrying him over to the stairs which lead to BEN's old room from the outside.  The low stone wall blocks them from the burning netherrack on the roof

[Crim] - snuggles into her as he feels cold.

[Deer] - Hmmm...- She carefully breaks out a piece of stone wall and approaches the burning netherrack.  She swats out one of the flames so it's just the stone- Crim?  Is this what you're looking for?

[Crim] - lifts head and sniffs, then licks. And purs. - Yes! Red rock!

[Deer] Puts Crim down- Go ahead, we can always replace it

[Crim] - starts slowly noming at the netherwrack, too tired to go faster.

[Deer] Sits near him, watching to make sure the baby dragon is okay-

[Crim] - finishes the first block then moves on to the next.

[Crim] - by the time he finishes a 3rd block he's eating faster.

[Deer] Is swatting out the fires and replacing the eaten stones with dirt for now-

[Crim] - with the 6th block gone he flopped down on the ground purring. - Full now. Sleep.

[Deer] - Do you want me to take you to your room?

[Crim] Please?

[Deer] Smiles and picks Crim up, cradling him and carrying him all the way back down to his room-

[Crim] - yawns. - Sleeps, sleeps and - he yawns again - and wakes up new.

[Deer] - Yes, it probably will be a new day with how tired you seem

[Crim] - sleepily - No more worries of steps ons. - closes his eyes and is out.

[Deer] Opens the door to Crims room and carries the dragon in, placing him on the bed- There you go

[Crim] - gives one last pur and is dead to the world asleep.

[Deer] Covers him with a blanket before leaving-

[CP] He and Lie had spent most of the day talking and towards the end he was beginning to see familiar expressions from her.  Soft, loving expressions would cross her face, and her little smile everytime she would laugh.  She would lean against him with small contented sighs.  At one point she had felt a little sick as the Alex clothes in her inventory and changed into her regular clothes.  She questioned why she had a long sleeve for the top and shorts for the bottom.  CP was watching her look through her green house for the time being-

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[Doc] Walks up behind Cp in hir smaller form and offers a berry to his Honedge.

[Honedge] Happily takes the proffered treat-

[CP] - Why are you still here?

[Doc] Still? I went home for lunch. I went into town for a bit and talked to Tungsten. You didn't even notice I was gone.

[CP] Growls a little-

[Doc] Starts eating a cheese sandwich. - Want one?

[CP] - No, now fuck off- He turns his attention back towards his wife

[Lie] Is smelling the vanilla-

[Doc] Sighs - Still nothing? How come you're lurking out here anyway? Did she remember what all the plants do in there?

[CP] - Consciously?  I don't think so...

[Doc] Well then shouldn't you be in there with her just in case? Some of them are dangerous in their own ways.

[Lileep] Wiggles it's tendrils at Lie-

[CP] - I don't want to crowd her

[Lie] Is surprised by the sudden movement-

[Lileep] Cheep?

[Doc] Okay. I'm glad you're being considerate and gentle at least.

[Lie] Gently pets Lileep-

[CP] - Why wouldn't I be dipshit?

[Doc] Just gives him a look. - Can we scrap the hostility for a bit? I'm upset about this too you know?

[Lileep] Happy cooing-

[CP] Scowls and turns away from Doc- But she's not your mate

[Doc] Quietly- I know how it is when you think someone you love doesn't remember you...

[CP] Says nothing since Lie is now coming out-

[Lie] - It's so fragrant in there

[Doc] All thanks to you. You make everything a bit nicer.

[Lie] - It's weird hearing I created all this but I have no memory of it

[Doc] I keep hoping it will trickle back. We've had some good adventures you and I.

[Lie] - Like what?

[CP] - That's not important right now.  What do you want to see next?

[Lie] - I'm not sure...

-There's a bit of a wild whinny from the front of the house-

[Lie] - What was that?

[Doc] Sounds like a horse....

[Lie] Goes towards the front of the house with CP following her.  She scratches at her wrist a little-

[Doc] Follows-

[Steve] Is clinging to the back of a horse that's bucking wildly in every direction-

[CP] Laughs-

[Lie] - Oh no...

[Steve] Is counting loudly in between breaths, and actually doing quite well for how he's being thrown around.

[CP] Is really tempted to throw something at Steve-

[Lie] At Doc- Is there anything we can do?

[Steve] 48, 49, 50! Give it up! It's your turn!

[Horse] Stops bucking - Aw, nuts...

[Doc] I thought so. He's fine.

[Lie] - I...  I don't understand- She scratches a bit more

[Steve] Hops down from the horse and kisses it's muzzle - No hard feelings?

-The horse transforms under his lips into his husband-

[TLOT] No, not at all.

[CP] - Now what asinine thing are you two up to?

[TLOT] Just a bit of friendly competition to see who has to clean Idolus's fishtank. Sadly for me, Steve sticks to the saddle like he was glued there.

[Steve] Normally you love it when I can hang on for a wild ride.

[TLOT] Shush.

[CP] And you're doing it here why?

[TLOT] Just kind of meandered this direction whilst running and jumping around.

[Lie] Still scratching-

[Doc] The soft scratching noise gets Doc's attention- Lie?

[Lie] - Hm?  Oh, sorry, my wrist just really itches...  Did I create some sort of plant that causes that?

[Steve] A plant that makes you itchy? I hope not. That would be awful!

[CP] - No, you haven't

[Doc] Catches Cp's eye with a brief hopeful look-

[TLOT] Examines the spot curiously- Do you want a potion or something?

[Steve] How about milk?

[Lie] Lifts her wrist to get a better look herself and a brief glitch ripples through the spot-

[Doc] Tiny hitched breath-

[Lie] - What was that?

[Doc] I suspect that it is something that's still missing trying to reform. It's a very important item.

[Lie] Watches as small flickers of pink appear-

[TLOT] Come on...

[Lie] Watches as the line of pink forms around her wrist- A...  Collar?

[TLOT] That's far more then a collar. But suffice to say, it's Cp's collar. [Doc] You can be a cat whenever you want. But Cp can only be a cat when you wish it to be so.

[Lie] - Oh, is th- Lie's whole body stiffens as a look of sheer terror fills her eyes-

[CP] - Lie!

[Lie] Black vines begin to surround her-

[Doc] Lie! Calm down! You're safe!

[CP] Reaches for his wife as offensive pods emerge.  He knows her mind is catching up with what happened to her because of his NOTCH-

[TLOT] Stays well back with Steve behind him, but sends her mind plenty of calming emotions to assist-

[CP] Pulls Lie towards him, embracing her.  As the vines grow denser around them he feels several bites from the offensive pods-

[Doc] Shouts- Lie stop! You're safely away from Harvestman!

[Lie] Looks up and recognizes her mate- C...  CP?

[CP] - Ngh, Yeah...  I'm here

[Lie] Her eyes fill with tears and she reaches up to return CP's embrace-

[CP] - Come on... ��Lower the vines...  Your safe...  Your home...

[Lie] Sniffles but the vines do start retreating as well as the offensive pods.  She feels CP's grip tighten on her-

[TLOT] Touches her mind gently. - you're home now.

[Doc] Lie...?

[Lie] - I...  I was terrified...

[CP] Is fighting the effects of the offensive pods as much as he can-

[Doc] we all were. Flux saved your code. It was too quick. You would have been destroyed if not for her.

[Lie] I'll have to thank her then...

[CP] Nuzzles against her a little-

[Steve] So glad you're back Lie!

[CP] Whines a little-

[Doc] I gave you my code Lie. When you're settled down, it'll be your turn to give Cp a heart for insurance.

[Lie] - His heart...  Oh no...  I dropped it!

[Doc] I found it before I found you- Holds up the locket on it's little chain-

[Lie] - Oh thank goodness- She turns to look at CP and is pushed to the ground by her rather desperate mate

[Doc] Shall I make a hut again?

[Lie] - I do not need a hut in my front yard!

[Steve] You might soon.... poor Cp...

[CP] Nips at Lie.  Where he was bitten is clearly visible-

[TLOT] Those are some painful looking bites...

[Lie] - I'm sorry, I didn't mean for them to bite you...

[CP] - Need to fuck...

[Doc] Eyes widen- We might have a problem....

[Lie] - What is it?

[TLOT] Gets the shape of the problem quite quickly from Doc's thoughts- Cp... you need to back off...

[CP] Growls- Fuck no

[Doc] I used your complete form... you'll have to use protection...

[Lie] - You mean?

[Steve] Fumbles- I've got a sleeve! - Holds up the the little roll of ghast skin.

[CP] Would set it on fire if he didn't already know it was fire proof-

[CP] His hands creep under his wife as he lowers himself closer-

[TLOT] Takes the sleeve and clicks it at Cp, force equipting it on him-  Unless you want a child, use protection Cp-

[CP] Growls but can't actually do anything since his pants are still on.  He's straining against the material-

[Doc] Gives Lie's code a quick once over-

[Lie] Makes a small noise as CP bites at her neck-

[Doc] Well apart from having your ovaries back, everything seems fine. It's been a hard couple of days.

[Lie] - I'd ask how so, but I think that will have to wait...  CP!

[CP] Has slipped his hand between her legs-

[Doc] He can't really help it. Your plants bit him a lot...

[Lie] - Hnnngh...  CP, not outside

[CP] Whines rather audibly-

[TLOT] Well, I think me and Steve should be going. You can check in with us when you're feeling up to it. - Nods at Cp, knowing he'll likely make her a little sore.

[CP] Ignores the nod-

[Doc] I think my special skills are in need here though. - Xe transforms and looms over them a little bit.

[CP] Growls at Doc, ready to attack if xe tries to stop them-

[Doc] Picks both of them up and hugs them to hir chest for a moment before standing high on hir hind legs and shoving them both through one of the open archways of the bridge.

[CP] Punches Doc as he falls-

[Doc] Ow! - Xe shakes hir head- Creep! You know Lie hates sex outside! Go play in your room. And use the protection dammit!

[CN] Sticks his head out of his door-

[Doc] Is rubbing the fading bruise with a paw- Hey Cn.

[CN] - Meanie get away from her!

[Doc] Puts a paw in front of Cn. - They're fine. Just leave them be.

[CN] - But he looks like he's gonna hurt her! [CP] - FUCK OFF KID!

[CP] With a growl and the last of his focus teleports himself and Lie into their bedroom-

[Lie] Felt herself land on their familiar bed as CP looms over her, his expression desperate as he looks down at his wife. With a small smile she reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair- [CP] Reaches down and takes her pants off, wanting so desperately to be inside of Lie. Once she's exposed he works on removing his own pants, he doesn't care that they both still have their tops on. He's fumbling with his belt however and is so grateful when Lie reaches down and undoes it for him. He moves quickly with the rest of his clothes and there a moan of relief as his member comes free, staining against its cover. [Lie] - CP... [CP] Is to desperate to care about the condom as he presses himself inside of her. He groans in relief as he feels his wife around her. He draws her as close as possible to himself-

[CP] Rocks into her forcefully, wanting nothing more them the pleasure she could provide and to hear every noise she had to offer- [Lie] Is soon lost in a sea of bliss-

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PerheTale - Into The Heart

Takes Place after: You’re Gonna Have A Bad Time, Kids...

Takes Place Before: Undisclosed Desire

Whatever Kyo did, Sans hoped he would never have to go through that again. He was used to his shortcuts, but that? Hell that wasn’t pleasant. His whole being felt like it has been erased from existence and then brought back again. He shivered and shook his head, forcing himself to focus. The four kids were back with him, holdings hands, which was already a good thing. Because if he was to save Callie without having all her kids with him, she would probably break his whole skeletons into pieces and give everyone of his bones to a stray dog (and she would definitely adopt the stray dog after that).

“Don’t you ever do that again” He said, looking at Kyo with a worried face

“That was way more unpleasant for me than it was for you” she mumbled

“What did you do anyway?”

“Well… I tried to save her. Like I did with the timeline? But since Flowey corrupted the timeline we have to, kinda, uncorrupt her..? I don’t know, it’s hard to explain… I just knew I could do it”

Sans sighed. Now, what were they supposed to do? He had no idea. He looked around, trying to figure things out. The place was awfully quiet. The only sound in there was the ones he and the kids were making. Everything around them was blank, and he couldn’t see the end of that place. The only thing in there was a big dome, made of crawling, pulsating vines. They couldn’t see or hear anything that was coming from inside it, but when he looked at the kid, he knew that they were thinking the same as him. Callie was there. And if they wanted to get her back, they would have to get inside that dome.

They all walked toward it carefully, none of them actually knowing what that thing was. Well at least, walking carefully was Sans plan. But of course, Decaîrell had other plans… And so instead of staying with them and think before acting, the horned monster just started running, sword on his hands, ready to cut through the vines. He smacked the sword against the dome, getting immediately thrown back, flying (... well if you could call that flying) a few meter away, crashing miserably headfirst on the floor.

“Damn it kid, are you alright?” Sans asked, rushing to him

“Best plan I ever had, would try again anytime” Decaîrell answered, his face still fusing with the floor, but offering a thumb up to the skeleton

Sans let a small amused sigh and helped the other monster get back on his feet.

“Come on buddy, we have to find something else” He said, looking at the dome.

Spikes had gotten out of the vines, and some of them had started moving around the dome, ready to attack whoever would get too close. Obviously getting into it like that was not an option. Flowey sure had make sure nobody would get close to Callie there. Of course, the flower hadn’t planned that he would be there, and thus could teleport right away inside the dome. The problem was, it was one thing to teleport one person with him, like he did with Callie a while ago, but four? That, he couldn’t do. And he wasn’t really feeling like letting the kids alone there. But in the meantime… He had no idea what was inside that dome. Letting the kids here wasn’t a pleasing idea, but at least if they stayed away from the vines, they should be okay. But inside? Hell, who knew…

He sighed. It’s not like he really had any other choice…

“Come here kids” he said “We can’t go in there like that. Attacking the dome or trying to open it won’t work. And I can’t let you go near that thing, your mom would turn me into doggo snacks if anything happened to you.”

“But… What are we going to do then?” Ellyne asked

“We can’t let Smom here!” Mina added

“I’m going to teleport. Alone” He looked at Mina and cut her before she could complain “I can’t teleport so many people. And inside there? It could be dangerous. You’re safe here. Take care of each others, and I’ll soon be back with Callie, okay?”

“This is such a dumb idea” Mina complained

“Eh. I knew you’d be with me on that, sunshine” Sans shrugged, and Mina frowned

Sans took a few step back to get away from the kids and waved to them before the place disappeared in a blue flash.

He was prepared to find anything in the dome, but hell, he surely hadn’t thought he would end up in a garden. The grass was nicely trimmed, there was a bunch of well maintained flower bed and the whole place was surrounded by a short pretty concrete fence. And there she was. In front of a house, playing with young kids that looked like a younger version of the ones he just left. They were all so small… Mina was still the tallest of course, reaching Callie’s waist, but Decaîrell was barely reaching her knees.... She was laughing with them, beaming like he had never seen her. On the house’s doorway, a woman called everybody for snack, and Callie answered with a “We’re coming, mom”, before the mini-Decaîrell rushed to the woman, asking her “Grandma! Grandma! Did ya made cookiesh? I shmell cookiesh”

Sans stood there, frozen. Holy fuck, getting Callie out of there was going to be way harder than planned… There again, he was ready for anything, but not a perfectly happy Callie reunited with her family…

As the kids ran toward the house, Callie stood there and watched them with a warm smile. She looked so happy that Sans nearly hated himself for breaking that moment, but he had to get her back.

“Callie…?”

The woman tensed when she heard his voice, and she turned to face him with an expression of confusion in her face. She looked at him like if she was a ghost that shouldn’t be there.

“Listen, Cal-”

“No.” She said, starting to shake. “No! You can’t be there. You’re not there. This is just…”

Callie shook her head and turned around, suddenly ignoring Sans, and she started walking toward the house. The skeleton rushed to her, grabbing her arm to prevent her from going any further and forced her to face him. She looked at his hand against her arm in shock, as if she hadn’t been expecting the sudden contact.

“You’re not here! You’re not real!” she said, trying to free herself from his grip.

Sans grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. She looked so scared, so desperate…  Why, oh why did that damn flower had to take her…

“Callie! Look at me, damn it. I am here!”

“No… You can’t…” she said, trying to look away “Monsters are not real…”

“Oh come on, seriously? Have you looked at Decaîrell lately?”

“Deca… He… He’s just a… very special kid…” she mumbled, avoiding Sans unamused stare

“You can’t possibly hope that I’m gonna swallow that. You can’t possibly believe that”

“Of course I-”

“Calliope!”

The woman froze as Sans pronounced her full name. She looked at him, her stare slowly going from panic to anger.

“And even if you were real… Why should I trust you?”

“I… Wait, what?”

“You’ve been studying us! Since the day we met!”

Sans stood there, in shock, suddenly realizing. She knew. She had discovered that he’d been studying the kids. That he’s been studying her. No wonder why she she left without a word! He was so stunned by that realization that he barely noticed that everything around them was starting to get blurry, colors slowly fading away…

“Yeah. I’ve found your notebook. Writing everything, taking pictures… Even using pictures that we took with you! All of that while pretending to be our friends. You’ve done nothing but play with us!” She looked away, tears starting to run on her face “You’ve done nothing but play… with me…”

“Wait, no! I can explain…”

“Don’t bother. I don’t need your explanations. I don’t need you. I have everything I need… Here…”

Callie’s voice broke as she noticed the state of everything around her. She turned toward the house in terror.

“No… Oh no, no, no!”

She started running, calling for the kids. They were nothing but blurry shapes in the porch now. She tried to take them in her arms, but passed right through them. She looked at them in tears and turned toward Sans who had followed her, grabbing his hoodie angrily.

“What have you done?!”

“Wait, me?! I’ve done nothing, Callie! None of this was real, and you know it…”

“Give them back. Sans! Give me my kids back!!”

“You’re kids are outside, waiting for you to come back.”

“No, they’re not. They hate me… There’s nothing for me out there!” She fell on her knees, crying “You have to give them back… Please… Give me back my family…”

“Callie… Look, I know you don’t want to listen to me but…” Sans sighed “I never wanted to hurt you… I… I did studied you. I admit it. I was scared at first, so scared of you all… But… Can you blame me…? Mina, Elly and Deca, they LV was so high… And… Come on, you knew it, our first meeting wasn’t really the most pleasing thing, but I kinda saw myself in you, taking care of those kids like I was taking care of Paps and, I really wanted to trust you all but… The resets were driving me crazy, and somehow I knew one of you was kinda responsible for it, I had to know, I had to understand, but I never, ever played with you or the kids. I loved all those moments I spent with all of you. And as time passed, I started feeling so bad for taking all those notes and… I stopped Callie. I stopped taking notes and studying you a while ago, because I was feeling so bad about it, and I wanted to truly be the friend you deserve because… I loved those moments we spent together. Every single one of them. I can’t spend a day without talking with you anymore. I start smiling like a stupid dork everytime I hear my phone buzzing because you sent me a text. I love how you drive those poor kids crazy with your jokes and your terrible, terrible songs. I love your smile and the way you laugh. And that night at the MTT Resort, I just… I…”

The skeleton looked away, uneasy. Why was it so difficult… He sighed and leaned toward her. Her face was still wet from her tears, despite the fact that she had stopped crying. Apparently she had been listening to him, good… But there was still one thing he had to tell her. Because he had to tell her. It might be the last chance he had to do it. He grabbed her face softly and dived into her grey eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I love you, Calliope” He said, before kissing her.

He wish that this kiss would have lasted. That she would have kissed him back. But the second he met her lips, she vanished in front of him, and he ended up in front of the barrier again, Callie’s soul sending warm pulse in his hands. The kids were back too, a confused look on their face. In front of him, Callie’s body was lying on the floor. He sighed, both sad and relieved. She was safe. He got her. But she would probably not remember anything that just happened. They were only in her subconscious after all… But the fact that he could get her soul meant that she had accepted to go back. He got back on his feet and smiled to the kids. He went near Callie’s body and put her soul back into her chest. She took a deep breathe as her soul went back to her body, but stayed unconscious. He took her in his arms as the kids came running.

“She’s gonna need to rest for a while…” Sans said

“The souls’ container are back, and Flowey is nowhere to be seen” Kyo said “I think… We loaded, right before all of that happened.”

“You think?” The skeleton asked

“I didn’t do it. I think it’s Flowey’s doing. He probably did it when he felt that he was losing Smom’s soul. But… I have no idea where he went.”

“We have to tell the others to be cautious. But for now, let’s take Callie to Alphys’ lab. She should be able to take care of her while she recover. This might take time, kids… Your mom’s soul is really weak…”