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cameronspecial · 1 year ago

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Thorn In My Side, Rose In My Hand (Part 4)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Under Age Drinking, and Swearing

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.4K

Summary: Everyone in her life is finally back on the island and she finally has her date with Wilson. But what happens when things don’t go to plan and she starts questioning her feelings.

A/N: This was way longer than I though it was going to end up being because it was honestly supposed to just be a filler chapter but I honeslty just couldn’t stop myself.

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Y/N and Wilson had been texting for a week before he finally asked her on a date for tomorrow night. She isn’t sure what he has planned, but he said the dress code is formal so maybe they are going to a fancy dinner. Not exactly her favourite idea, she could live with it though. Lacey returned back to the Outer Banks yesterday, so Y/N is going over to her house to cook brunch together. Even though Y/N and Mason picked Lacey up from the airport, the girls need some quality time together. Well, Lacey would do most of the cooking while Y/N snacks under the guise of quality testing and making smoothies for them.

“I’m here,” Y/N sings as she waves the bag of smoothie mix she brought. Knocking is no longer in her vocabulary in regard to her best friend. “I missed you so much, Bitch! The men in Paris may be hot. But they got nothing on being with you,” Lacey screams as she blindsides Y/N with a hug. Y/N laughs and wraps her arms around the other girl, “I missed you too. But I literally saw you yesterday, babe.” “Yeah, but we spent so long a part for my month-long summer internship,” Lacey complains, “Let’s get cooking. Mama is hungry.”

Y/N moves toward the blender to begin mixing the smoothie blend. “So a little birdie told me that you and Rafe are actually starting to get along with each other,” Lacey teases her friend.

“Yeah… He’s been acting like a totally different person lately. The teasing is mostly just verbal and he can actually be helpful.”

“Awwww, Y/N/N. It sounds like you have a crush on him. Should I start planning a wedding?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Plus, I met someone last weekend.”

“Ohh, tell me about him.”

“Well, he’s sweet, funny, likes to read, he really likes doc-”

Lacey interrupts her, “I don’t want those details. Show me a picture.” Y/N giggles and pulls up a picture on her phone to show her friend. Lacey also notices how similar Rafe and Wilson are but bites her tongue.

“He’s totally cute, but he looks like he has a stick up his ass.”

“LACE! He does not! Although, he doesn’t use contractions and goes to sleep at like 11 P.M., but I promise he is funny.”

“Okay, but how is the sex?”

"We haven’t gone on a date yet. We have our first date planned for tomorrow night.”

Before the conversation could continue, the oven timer goes off and Lacey goes to take out the chocolate chip scones from the oven. “So what are the plans for tomorrow? Do you need help getting ready?” Y/N nods her head, “Yeah, could you help me curl my hair, please? He said to wear something fancy so I was thinking of wearing that black dress that I wore to my cousin’s wedding last year. You know the long one with a spaghetti strap kind of style.” “Ooh, you’d look so cute in that. I can definitely curl your hair. Maybe, I can braid it back like a little crown on your head,” Lacey gushes as she stirs the omelet in the pan. Y/N smiles at the girl and starts playing some music on her phone.

Brunch is finished quickly and the girls settle in the breakfast nook to eat. “So let’s get back to the topic of Rafe Cameron because we both know you haven’t told me everything, bitch,” Lacey bugs with a shove of Y/N’s shoulder with hers. The slight blush on Y/N’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by Lacey. “There isn’t much to say. I mean…” Y/N stops not wanting to admit what she felt last week after having lunch with Rafe, Mason, and Wilson. “Girl, you better continue or else I’m gonna make you cook for us next time,” Lacey warns as she knows where her friend is going. “Fine, last week, after I had lunch with the boys and Wilson, I thought maybe… Maybe Rafe and I were going to kiss.” Lacey beams with excitement at this revelation. “No way! What happened?” “Kie and I jumped into the pool to sink the guys and… when it was just Rafe and me, he teased me about always getting him wet. He took my hand and we got closer, but I got a text from Wilson before it went any further,” Y/N wouldn’t admit it but even she could hear the slight disappointment in her voice.

“You totally should’ve let him kiss you!”

“No, it was a mistake for us to even have gotten that close. He may be sweet today, but it doesn’t mean I can just forget about him being a jackass. Plus, he is Mace’s best friend. It would be awkward.”

“That’s true, but I’ve always thought there was something between you and Rafe. And I think if you guys really like each other, Mace will accept that and be happy for you.”

“Maybe. Let’s not talk about this anymore. I have a date with someone else tomorrow anyways.”

———

“So how many parties did you throw and drag your sister to, Mason?” Cassie questions while she sits in her newly claimed passenger seat. Mason groans, “I was only able to convince her to let me throw one and even that was cut short. Not that it was your fault Y/N/N.” Mr. And Mrs. Y/L/N didn’t mind their children throwing parties as long as the police didn’t show up, everyone had a designated driver and nothing was broken. They’d rather be realistic about their children’s activities and ensure they do it safely.

“Why? What happened?” Marvin looks up at his twins through the back mirror. “Owen was being an asshole when I went out to the gazebo. Rafe and Mace found me before anything serious could happen. Although I did punch him for insulting them, so I might need your help untangling that web.” Marvin shakes his head with a light chuckle, “Like that knucklehead’s lawyers can beat the Y/L/Ns. I swear that idiot’s parents were just as bad as he was when I was in high school.” “How was Bali?” Mason asks. “Amazing. You guys would love the beaches, we’ll have to go back with you guys sometime,” Cassie gushes to her children. “That’s a great idea, my love. Just, kids, remind me to put sunscreen on. I fell asleep on the first day when your mom was at pilates, I woke up three hours later as red as a lobster,” Marvin chimes in. This causes the whole car to laugh.

———

Y/N is getting ready for her date with Wilson. She does her makeup while Lacey lightly curls her hair and braids the front pieces back to create a crown. “Has he given you any hints about where you are going?” Lacey inquires, returning to sit in the bed after finishing Y/N’s hair. Y/N pauses with her makeup sponge in hand and turns towards her, “Nope. If it’s just dinner, it should be fine.”

“It’s basic though. You hate those types of dates. You need more excitement.”

“Yeah, but at least it’s not like dumpster diving.”

“I mean he could still do that. Maybe he just wanted it to be fancy.”

“Oh my god, could you imagine?”

Both girls fall into hysterics at the notion, which catches the attention of a certain boy passing by the open door. Rafe pauses as he walks past the door and upon hearing the laughter, stops. He wants to go inside to investigate the reason behind it. He quickly starts to walk again toward Mason’s room, “Where are Y/N and Lace going?” “Oh, they aren’t going anywhere. Lace is just helping Y/N/N get ready for a date with Wilson. Can you believe she actually wants to go out with him?” Mason states without so much as looking away from the video game he is playing. “A date? Really?!” “Yeah. Now, dude, hop in before I get creamed by these guys.” Rafe does as he is told but he could not stop thinking about what Mason said. Y/N has been on dates before, but something about Wilson screams bad news for Rafe. All of Y/N’s other dates were obviously not serious about her. They just liked the novelty of dating a Y/L/N and were not into dating men. Wilson seemed too serious at lunch to want to date around like the other boys Y/N has dated.

“I have to go, my dad wants to go to the country club for dinner. Bye, love you.” Rafe hears Lacey say from down the hall. The sound of her footsteps and the front door opening prompts him to say, “I actually forgot to get some snacks while I was downstairs. I’m going to go get some now.” “Okay, dude.”

Rafe makes his way to Y/N’s room and leans up against her door frame to watch as she looks at herself in the mirror. “Well, don’t you look like a disaster, Y/L/N,” Rafe teases. “Haha, very funny. But seriously. Does this dress look okay?” Y/N asks timidly. Rafe wanted to say that it doesn’t just so that she would take more time looking for something else to wear and miss the date, but the look of uncertainty on her face makes him forgo that tactic. He also wanted to be honest with her; the truth is the dress she wore wouldn’t be the dress he’d want to see her in if he took her on the date. “While you looked amazing in that dress at your cousin’s wedding, I think this dress would be much better,” he answers as he walks towards her clothes and takes out her long black dress with a column skirt and halter top. He had seen her wear it last year to her dad’s 45th birthday bash. Rafe remembers having some inappropriate thoughts about the dress for a family event. Y/N nods at the suggestion and goes to try the new dress on in the bathroom.

She comes out with a smile on her face and does a little twirl for him, “Rafe, this is perfect. Thank you!” She gives him a hug, which he returns. He was correct; she looks like an absolute vision and it kills him that he isn’t the one taking her on the date. That he was honest with her and now Wilson will get to see her in Rafe’s favourite dress for a date. Although, Rafe wouldn’t take her anywhere fancy on their first date. He knows it would make her nervous if he did, so he would take her to the bookstore first and buy any book she so much as glances at. Then he’d bring her over to his house to bake some cookies for their dessert after dinner, which would be a picnic on the beach at sunset. He would make sure to bring a sweater and an extra blanket for when the night breeze sent goosebumps up her arm. He has to shake himself out of his daydream before he stares too long, “No problem. Have fun on your date. Be safe and I’ll probably see you when you get back because I’m too lazy to go back home.” Rafe makes a quick exit back towards her brother’s room.

Y/N notices the upset look on his face and assumes it is because of the thought of his father being home, the most likely reason why he is sleeping at her house again for the fifth night in a row. At this point, he might as well just move into their guest bedroom. Everyone in the Outer Banks knew that Ward Cameron had a favourite child and her name was Sarah Cameron. This caused Rafe to constantly try to get Ward’s approval so he could feel the same paternal love his middle sibling got, but no matter what he did it still led to arguments between the father-son duo. It didn’t matter that Rafe had continuously dominated the breaststroke events in swimming, he still wasn’t good enough in the eyes of Ward Cameron. She would be wrong though; the reason why he is upset this time is the fact that she is going on a date. Before she knew it, a knock was at the door and she heard her father answer the door.

She walks towards the landing overlooking the front entrance. “Hello, I am Wilson Porter and I will be taking Y/N out on this fine evening. I hope you are in accordance with this idea, Mister …,” Wilson greets while holding out his hand for her father to shake. She realizes she still hasn’t told Wilson her last name yet. Her father takes Wilson’s hands and shakes it, “Hey, it’s Mr. Y/L/N. And I am fine with you taking her on a date as long as you have her home by one.” Y/N hopes Wilson doesn’t make the connection to her mom. Y/L/N is a common last name. “Of course, Mr. Y/L/N. punctuality is my specialty. Ah, there is the woman of the hour. She looks radiant.” Y/N is surprised she doesn’t blush at Wilson’s compliment; she could’ve sworn she was on fire when Rafe was raving about how she looked, “Thanks, Wilson. Are you ready to go?” “I absolutely am. Right, this way,” Wilson leads Y/N towards his car and goes to the driver's side. She thought he would open the door for her, but when he doesn’t, she quickly scrambles to get in so it isn’t awkward.

———

The car ride was filled with pleasant conversation. Wilson mostly talked about Cassie’s books, which doesn’t surprise Y/N considering she knows he wants to become a writer as well and some of her mother’s earlier works are his favourite books. They arrive at La Fleur Bleue, an expensive French restaurant. She isn’t thrilled to be here considering the portion sizes are so small. They enter the restaurant and are led to their table. They look at the menu, when Wilson speaks up, “Do you think I could order for us? I think I have you figured out and can pick you something you love.” “Sure, I’m not too sure what I want to get anyways.” “Great,” Wilson waves the waiter over to order, “Hello, we are both going to have the quiche loraine with a bottle of champagne, please.” The waiter nods, takes their menu and goes off to put their order into the kitchen. “How did you get them to not check our id?” Y/N is astounded at the strings he could pull or hopes she isn’t dating someone who is 21 without her knowing. “My dad is a silent partner here, so they generally look the other way as long as the restaurant isn’t busy,” Wilson explains.

At least, she knows he isn’t dating her for her money. While waiting for the food to come out, Wilson starts up the conversation again, “So have you had the chance to read The Wisp of Forever? Is it not a literary masterpiece? I mean hardly say this but Conan Austin’s work could rival Cassie’s”

“No, I haven’t had the chance yet because my tbr is so long. But also, it doesn’t really seem to be my type of book.”

“You should stop filling your time with Book’s Instagram and Young Adult Fiction. It’s all nonsense you will grow out of and look back on with disgust. The books I read help fill you with knowledge and enlightenment. They are also realistic.”

“Well, I like YA and Bookstagram. I actually enjoy the books I read from there. Also, it’s nice to read about people going through similar issues as me,” she says as nicely as she can. She is used to this response from most adults in the Outer Banks community, so she has the response memorized. Before Wilson could retort, the waiter comes back with their food and champagne on a tray. The first thing she notices is how tiny her quiche is. It definitely will not be enough food for her, but she doesn’t want to complain about it because of how expensive the food is. Even though her parents have generational wealth, Cassie and Marvin raised their children to be cautious of pricing and that just because they have the money now, doesn’t mean that it can’t disappear with one bad decision. She’ll just make grilled cheese when she gets home. As she eats, she notices she is shivering. The AC is on so high right now. With nothing to cover herself with, she tries to continue eating.

Dinner went and passed with pleasant conversations about themselves. “Would you guys like to look at the dessert menu?” The waiter offers after clearing their plates. Y/N is about to speak up, but Wilson beats her to it, “No, we actually have somewhere else to be, so just the check, please.” The waiter returns with a check and places it on the table between the pair. Wilson pushes the bill close to Y/N. She isn’t one to expect the man to pay for the first date every single time, but she thinks that whoever asks the person out and chooses what to do should pay for the date. Or at least split the bill. She doesn’t want to make a scene, so she pays the bill without a word. Maybe, he just wants to reverse the unfair expectations of men always paying, which she could get on board with. Wilson gets up in a hurry and makes his way toward the entrance, leaving Y/N to run after him. He opens the door for himself and walks through. This causes the door to shut in her face. Y/N awkwardly opens the door for herself and gets into Wilson’s car.

“So where are we going to now?” Y/N asks to break the silence. “We are going to a showing of Hamlet at Kildare Theatre. I hear it is an amazing performance.” Y/N is a little disappointed at the notion. She has nothing against Shakespeare and actually enjoys reading his comedies, but she finds watching the actually plays boring and can’t remember the last time she could stay awake through one of them. “Oh, cool. Sounds fun.” They arrive at the theatre house and settle down into their seats. As she watches the play, she has to gently pinch herself every time she nods off to keep herself awake. By the time the play finishes, Wilson takes her home and she gives him a peck goodbye before going inside.

———

She enters her home and looks at the grandfather clock in the front entrance to see it is 12 A.M. At this realization, she notices how her stomach grumbles. She goes to change into Rafe’s Led Zepplin shirt and comfy shorts. She puts her hair up into a messy bun then makes her way downstairs to make a grilled cheese. “Did you have fun on your date, Y/L/N?” she hears from behind her while she is turned toward the counter wall. She jumps out of surprise, “God, Rafe. We need to tie a bell around your neck. And to answer your question. Yes, I did have fun.” She lied because although he planned a pretty boring date, she didn’t mind Wilson’s company. Rafe is wearing his light gray zip-up swim sweater on top of his salmon t-shirt with basketball shorts. His hair is all messy, he probably just woke up. She wishes she could just reach up and run her fingers through his hair. “I smell lies. If you had a good time, then why are you here making a grilled cheese in the dead of the night?” Rafe points out. “Even if the portion sizes are small, I can still have fun on a date, Rafe,” She argues. “Whatever you say, Y/L/N,” Rafe comes over and takes the pan out of her hand, “Come on, let’s go to McDonald’s instead.”

He takes her hand and gently guides her to where he keeps his keys at the front entrance so he can pick them up. Once he has his keys, she opens the front door for them to head to his car. He jogs ahead and opens the passenger door for her. She whispers her thanks and takes the hand he offers her to help her get up into the high jeep. Wilson didn’t open the car door for her.

Most of the car ride was spent making fun of Mason and singing along to Rafe’s playlist. She notices most of the songs are her favourites. When they get to McDonald’s, Rafe is quick to help her out of the car and open the entrance door for her. She has to admit it is nice to not have a door slam in her face. They pick a seat near the back close to the window and Y/N tries to get up to go with Rafe to order, but he stops her, “I’ve got this, Y/L/N. Just stay here.” Y/N listens to what he says and watches as he orders the food. She’ll have to remember to pay him back on the way home. A few minutes later, he returns with the food, “Ten piece chicken nuggets with fries and Sprite for you. And a BigMac with fries and a coke for me. I’ll get our ice cream after we finish,” he recites as he places her food in front of her.

“Thanks, this is honestly exactly what I need.”

“No problem. Couldn't have you go hungry. So where did you guys go?”

“He took me to La Fleur Bleue, then we watched Hamlet at Kildare Theatre.”

Rafe chuckles at the look of slight disappointment he saw in her eyes, ��I swear that place has the smallest portion sizes. It’s where Rose likes to eat when she wants to diet. However, you must’ve loved the play. You always looked so cozy taking those naps whenever we go to one for school.”

“Oh, it was so fun. I think I still have an imprint on my arm from every time I pinched my skin to wake myself up,” Y/N jokes back, showing him her arm to further the joke. The belly laugh that Rafe lets out causes heat to reach Y/N’s cheeks. She likes making him laugh like that. “I’m going to go get the ice cream now.” Rafe gets up and walks back to the counter to order. Y/N once again notices a chill overcome her tonight and sees how her arms are covered in goosebumps. She should’ve grabbed a sweater before she left.

Rafe makes his way back to Y/N, noticing the bumps on her arms. Either she always forgets to bring sweaters with her or she is stubborn enough to not wear one to not disturb her aesthetic. He places the ice cream on the table; quick to remove his sweater for her. He hands over the sweater to her without saying anything. How come Rafe noticed she was cold and Wilson didn’t? She takes it and shrugs it on, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome,” Rafe watches as Y/N happily takes a bite out of the Oreo flurry he bought her, “Why don’t you eat any other flavours other than Oreo? Even when we get Dairy Queen, it is always an Oreo blizzard.” She is shocked he pays enough attention to her to notice it, “Oreos remind me of the one time when we were little that you, Mason and I would get along. Our moms would always bring us Oreos after soccer practice. It was the one time we could share without trying to kill each other. I loved the cookie part and you loved the filling, so I would always let you eat the filling from my Oreo and vice versa.”

Rafe is a tad saddened by the mention of his mother; however, the fact that one of her favourite ice cream flavours is in relation to a memory of him makes him glad. “I didn’t know you remembered that. I have to confess though, after like the second time of us doing that I was sick of eating just the cream filling. The only reason why I kept eating the filling is because you were always so sad about wasting the filling if you didn’t eat it,” he confesses. “No way! Rafe, you didn’t have to do that.” “It’s okay. It made me sick, but my mom would cuddle me after to make me feel better so it was a bonus.” At the mention of his mother again, a comfortable silence washes over the pair. If she was with Wilson, she’d probably feel the need to fill the silence in a way that would prove her intelligence. They finish eating and head back to the car.

“How should I pay you back? Do you want me to e-transfer you or I could get you the cash when we get back home?” She offers, pulling out her phone in preparation to make the transfer. “What? You don’t need to pay me back, Y/L/N. I asked you to come out with me, so I pay.” It looks like Y/N and Rafe are on the same page about who should pay when going out. Y/N begins to protest; however, Rafe speaks up again before she could, “I’m serious, Y/L/N. I won’t accept anything you try to give me, so don’t even try.” Y/N nods and looks out the window of the car. She turns up the car radio, beginning to sing along to the music. Rafe glances over at her and starts to sing with her. Much like their drive to McDonald’s, it is filled with laughter and music. Y/N can’t help but wonder why she can’t feel this way when she is with Wilson. She is dating Wilson and is supposed to hate Rafe, but why are they making it so hard to feel the right way about each one of them?

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ryujnn · 2 years ago

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⊳ akuma ﾟ｡ ⋆ i’ll count the stars tonight.

⊳ chapter summary ﾟ｡ ⋆ after gojo and the reader tell tales from the past, they begin to grow closer with one another — just not as close as the date for the reader’s fight.

⊳ chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ gojo’s domesticated. swearing. more sexual tension. intrusion. info about the readers clan. no major warnings yet.

⊳ note ﾟ｡ ⋆ omg the fight??? who’s gonna win??? omg???? rika returns???? why????? so many questions!!!!! i hope you all enjoy, send me your asks about how you feel about the chapter or any questions!

tag list. visual + character board. prev. next.

The night is hushed, full moon blooming over the jungle trees standing to its highest statue — the wind singing it’s favorite tunes once it approaches midnight. If phones weren’t available, the routine of the dark would be it’s very own clock.

The sounds of fresh leaves that have fallen from the saplings being crushed by bare feet was the only interrupter. With each step followed a larger one about thirty seconds later, yet the second pair of footsteps were slower and heavier.

“Stop running, Rika!”

A guards voice was scary on its own, but the heavy military grade weapon that he held like a flower increased the sweat that grew on the woman’s palms — the same woman who was running from him.

Rika, a woman with beautiful long hair that fell down her back — an amazing frame and a unique sense of cursed energy, had been running from the guards of the Shio clan; with her newborn baby in hand.

“Tell me about your clan.”

“A new generation starts after the fight between two siblings. The winner gets to knock up five different women, marry their pick of the bunch, and train those kids for their own fight.”

“Out of those five kids, the two strongest will compete and the other three will marry a woman and have one child. Their children don’t fight, the weaker siblings basically get a pass — they just have to have one child in case one of them were a bearer of five.”

Gojo’s eyes were on the ground as he soaked up this information about your clan. He could’ve learned this if Himari would’ve died any later, but he enjoys hearing it from you nonetheless. You guys don’t talk, especially not like this — deep and personal.

“How do you know what power they have?”

“Eye color. Heterochromia eyes are space, Blue for water, Brown for earth, Green is air, — Amber is for fire. Pitch black eyes are for bearers of five.”

“So—”

“Not yet, Mr,” You lean forward to set your glass down, keeping yourself warm by cuddling up with your cardigan. “It’s my turn to ask questions.”

Aware of his word, Gojo can only tell you so much. There’s things he cannot share, that he can’t explain or tell you until a certain time — and he refuses to lie to you, especially about some of the information you want to know.

So, he’s honest.

“I can’t morally tell you why I married you. I kept a promise. I can tell you later on, when the time is right,” Satoru’s keeping his eyes on you, waiting for an expression to change. It’s just so hard to read you. He can’t tell if he’s pissed you off or if you didn’t hear him at all. “Can’t tell you how I know Himari, either. I can answer anything else, I’ll be honest with you.”

Personally, you’re not sure if you wanted to know why he married you.. or even how he knows your mother. The information could be bad, could send you into a spiral, and having all of that before your fight probably isn’t the best idea.

So you nod. Just a meek nod, no smile, no frown, not even a twitch to your eyebrows. It’s a nod, and Gojo feels a little more to ease. You’re not arguing about? Something’s definitely changed.

“Where were you?”

Your husband takes a moment to look down at the fabric of his pants before speaking up.

“My best friend died,” He answers, keeping his attention on his sweats. “I had a lead about him, not a good one, just some information I was too afraid to look into before, but after he died I supposed it was time for me to follow it.”

Best friend? Gojo Satoru had a best friend? This is news to you. You assumed he was close to everyone, and you’ve heard him refer to people as his friend but never his best friend.

“Visited his family, made plans for his body — saw some of my old friends, too.” You’ve never seen Gojo so calm and reserved. He’s clearly trying to keep himself together, not show too much of how he’s feeling. You, in a way, understand it. “He was a horrible person, but I cared for him. Trusted him.”

After a few moments of comfortable silence, you make the decision to stand up from your seat and make way to your husband. You sat next to him, keeping a comfortable distance, and whispered…

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

Five words he’s heard before, but in a split decision he decides he likes it better when you say it. He likes to hear those words with your soft voice, with your unimaginable presence.

“I don’t expect you to cry, or to tell me everything that’s going on in your life. I married a very busy man — but if anything, don’t keep that stuff bottled up,” You notice Gojo has yet to look at you, and you’re okay with that, because he’s hearing you and that’s all that truly matters. “I’m one to talk, but death is a scary thing. It’s hard to lose someone like that. So talk to me whenever you want, even if it’s in a letter or if you text it.”

Those last few words pulled a chuckle from Gojo. He leans back, finally looking over to you with his piercing eyes — lips turned into a small smile. “You want me to text you even if we live in the same house?”

“Didn’t stop you before.”

It’s tolerable, you two. Little jokes, little reinsurance and even the slightest bit of communication. It’s a long way from when you first were married, and even if progress is small — it’s worth it.

“Wanna ask me anything else?”

You shake your head, much to your husbands surprise. “I’ll wait for you to explain to me… when the time is right. Why you married me, how you know my mother. I’ll wait.”

“How about you? Anything else?”

“I’ll learn it,” Satoru huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’d rather learn than to find everything out in one sitting. I don’t think my brain can handle it.”

You chuckle, shaking your head with a small smile on your face. “We’re not that bad.” Standing up from your spot, you start walking over to the kitchen.

And for the first time, Gojo feels his chest warm. The heat starts in the middle of his chest and grows out to his shoulders — heart beating softly yet he’s so warm. You laughed at him… let alone smiled? It was the prettiest thing he’s seen, the prettiest thing he’s heard.

Now all he wants to do is make you laugh and smile again, just to experience that feeling one more time.

Such a small moment ruined by the ringing of your phone. It’s sat on the table in front of Gojo, vibrating against the wood, and he’s who shares a look with you. He’s already scanned the contacts name — and when you speak of the devil, he shall appear.

“It’s your father.”

You wrinkled your forehead, furrowing your eyebrows. Your quizzed expression definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband — who shares almost the same face — but you’re confused because your father never called you, personally.

This could possibly be the first time he has ever called you.

“Answer it.”

Satoru reaches forward and grabs your cellular device, sliding the button across the bottom screen before setting it on speaker. “Y/N’s phone.”

“Ah, Gojo! Nice to hear from you, son. Where’s Y/N?”

“She’s busy right now, can I take a message?”

“Busy…?” A crude laugh leaves his lips. “I thought your honeymoon was over!”

“I’ll leave it up to your imagine, Sousuke,” Gojo’s growing a bit irritated for some reason. Maybe it’s the fact he doesn’t like this man, the way he treated his own wife and daughter — or that he’s questioning the whereabouts of his wife when he hasn’t been concerned about anything in her life. “What’s going on?”

There’s silence for a second, even a bit of rustling. There’s a faint ‘c’mon dad’ in the background that catches Gojo’s attention. But nothing shocks him more than this.

“There’s a banquet tonight and Y/N needs to be there. The whole family is coming, extended and conjoined — she needs to be there tonight for… her clan.”

Gojo looks over to you, and the confused expression on your face switches into a coy smirk. You placed your hand over your mouth, stopping any laughter that threatened to bubble out. This is the first time your father has ever made you laugh.

Your husband is confused, but after a few extremely awkward seconds of silence wedge it’s way between you three, you send him a thumbs up and a quick nod.

“We’ll be there.”

There’s a breath that huffs on the other side of the phone, and Sousuke’s tone switches to a perkier one right after. “See you later, son.”

The call ends.

“Are you gonna tell me why we’re happy to see the man that almost killed you when you were born?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Ichiji’s face once he heard Gojo’s words, replicating the :O perfectly.

“You’ll find out soon.”

And he will. Gojo enjoyed the thrill, the little secrecy between you both about this… but personally, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you — and that’s real reason he didn’t push for more information. Too busy staring at you. A beautiful spaghetti strapped gown, black, complimenting your skin and figure. You both decided on wearing black, considering this was short noticed — but you still managed to look stunning in his eyes.

Gorgeous, long hair curled and lying down your back, almost how it was for your wedding. Simple makeup, yet it sparkled — and Gojo loved when you did your makeup with sparkles. He loved your hair. He loved your frame, your attitude. He loved so much about you.

“I think we’re almost there, Gojo—”

“Satoru.” He corrects, catching your attention. Looking him right in the eyes, just how he liked it. “Call me Satoru from now on.”

As quick as you looked at him, you had to look away. Your face was burning, heat rushing from your cheeks to your ears. Knowing the type of man your husband is, you refrained from letting him see you blush for the reason you’d simply never hear the end of it.

“Whatever.” Is all you could bite back, and Gojo sat beside you with a smile, knowing the effect he had on you.

Either it was the stupid smirk he sports like an accessory, or it’s the fact his suit jacket is rested on his lap while his white, button up shirt has three buttons popped open, and his sleeves rolled up to show off the bracelet on one arm and the watch on the other. He knew his affect, he knew who he was.

He was Gojo motherfucking Satoru. Married and in love.

Assigned guards open the momentous, large doors to your family’s event room, revealing the football field sized area — with most, if not all, seats filled with people. Some you have never seen, some people you’ve been introduced to.

Your anxiety triples for some reason. The small huff that leaves your breath, wiping the sweat from your palms onto the material of your dress doesn’t go unnoticed by Gojo… because he’s had his eyes on you since you left your shared home.

He wiggles his hand to yours, intertwining your fingers together. Stunned, you turn to send him a questioning look, one he reciprocates (in a mockingly way) and leans down to your height.

“Gotta keep up our facade, don’t we?”

He’s right — as much as you hate to admit it, he’s right. It leaves you no choice but to nod, plaster a smile that’s not so fake anymore, and wrap your arm around your husbands back.

“We sure do.”

You both share a smile and walk down the steps into the room, capturing the attention from everyone surrounding you. They stand and welcome you, clapping at your arrival. Part of you asks if it’s for you — or your entirely famous husband.

And for some reason, once you’ve scanned the room and noticed half the women twirling their hair, applying more lipgloss or even trying to stand in a sexy manner, all for the attention of your husband, it grapples you some energy.

Enough energy to smile back and place your free hand on his chest, rock of a diamond glistening on your finger from the bright lights that lit the room.

Once the attention died down, everyone returned to their seats, and you and Gojo made your way over to the bar. Though they weren’t serving alcoholic drinks, the seating looked nice to you both. But before you could even get over there, you were stopped by two men.

The two men in your life aside from your husband.

“Y/N!” Sousuke claps his hands, looking down at you with a small smile — obviously forced. He’s about Gojo’s height, maybe an inch or two shorter. That doesn’t stop his from pushing his chest out, trying to match his statue. “Son.”

“Sousuke.” Gojo responds.

“I’m glad you two could join us tonight,” Sousuke takes a sip of the whiskey brown drink out of his glass, hissing at the taint taste after. “Just gotta keep you muzzled, don’t we? Don’t need you ruining another family event.”

To anyone else, these words from a father would cut their daughter in half — completely breaking them. But you’re used to it, it doesn’t personally upset you anymore, and it goes into one ear and out the other.

“I’d watch my words, Sousuke,” Your voice is a bit lower, not wanting to catch any attention around you — keeping that pretty smile on your lips. “Wouldn’t want me to leave, would you? Right? You needed me here tonight to keep up your ‘perfect father’ persona.”

Then it finally clicks. Gojo understands why you found the situation funny — a father who hates his daughter yet needs to use her to seem like he’s the best father someone could ask for. It’s a fake. He’s a phony.

Satoru thinks it’s hilarious.

Now the other man decides to speak up, taking a bold step next to his father.

“He doesn’t need you.” Ryou adds.

You yawn, fanning your eyes from tearing up, bored expression reading your face. “A bitch and his boy, tale as old as time,” You squeeze Gojo’s hand, giving him a quick look before turning your attention back to your father. “We were headed to the bar. Do me a favor — don’t ever step in my way again. You’re both critically annoying.”

Now walking around your brother, who’s fighting back the urge to grab you by your hair and stab you in your jugular, you and your husband were finally able to reach the bar.

You both take seats next to one another, and he quickly takes this opportunity to look you in the face with a smile — a proud and genuine one.

“That was… strangely attractive.”

“You think so?”

He nods, almost hypnotized in your eyes. After a moment of just gazing at one another, you roll your eyes and lean forward to tap his leg.

“Maybe I’ll call you bitch boy from now on.”

Gojo hums, taking a sip of water from his champagne glass. He sets it down next to yours. “What do you wanna eat tonight?”

It sounded so domestic of him to ask, slightly causing your eyes to widen as the sudden question. “Uh,” You pick up your glass, swirling the tap water around. “I can cook something.”

“You’re not burning my rice cooker again.”

“Well, that’s mean.”

“Thank you all for attending tonight, it was an honor and a pleasure to see so many familiar faces,” Sousuke stands at the mic, hands rested to his side. He’s wrapped in a designer suit, one that he’ll throw away right after using it because ‘real men don’t rewear clothes’. “Now that our night has come to an end, I have a special announcement to tell you all about.”

“Mark your calendars, request time off, set a reminder, and grab your popcorn — watch the Shio Clan’s Generational fight next week, here in this very room.”

The crowd gasps, all clapping their hands together to the amazing news. You, on the other hand, watched with wide eyes, catching eye contact with the man who birthed you, smile at your reaction.

Why is he telling them before you?

And so soon? The fights usually doesn’t happen until the end of the year!

You can’t possibly do anything big in a week.

Seven full days? That’s your warning time?

You’re absolutely pissed.

He laughs into the mic, raising his hands up in surrender. “I won’t hold up your time! You all get home safe — and I’ll see you here next week!”

Everyone around you begins to stand from their position, gathering their belongings to hit the road. The Shio household is located in the backroads of bumb—fuck and it’ll take anyone twenty minutes minimum to find their way out of here.

You, on the other hand, stand from the stool you were sat in, turning to go give your father a piece of mind. Maybe even kill him in front of everyone he knows and spit on his dead body. All until a gentle yet firm grip catches onto your wrist, stopping you from going anywhere.

He spins you around, forcing you to look into his vibrant blue eyes, which strangely bubbled your anger down the slightest. Just a sprinkle.

Gojo drops your wrists and raise his palms to your face, cupping your jaw gently. “He’s not worth it. Keep this anger you have, use it next week.”

“Satoru—”

“Find somewhere and bottle it up. Close the bottle and store it away. Use it at the right time,” The more he looks at you, the more you look at him, it doesn’t feel like you’re pretending anymore. You couldn’t even tell if there were people around anymore, and you didn’t care. “We can do a lot in week. And after that when you kick bitch boy’s ass.”

You chuckle.

There was that pretty sight, pretty sound. The laugh that followed your heaven sent smile. He’s so giddy he got you to do it again, he’s even smiling along with you.

Silence. It seems to be the thing between you two. A comfortable silence. Like getting into bed when it’s raining; after a warm shower; the shiver you have when you’re about to sleep. Or like trying your favorite food again for the first time in forever, reminding you of the sweet memories you had before.

You melt. Melt into his hands as he cups your cheeks, and for the first time, you take a step forward to bury your face into his chest. He moves his hands to cup your head, burying his fingers in your head of hair.

“Thank you.” You whisper. Loud enough for him to hear it, big enough so he’d never forget it.

Satoru sets his chin on your head, throwing his arms around you. “Don’t mention it.”

“If I’m sleeping in your bed again, the air has to be on,” You’re sticking the key into you and Gojo’s home, unlocking all three locks before pushing the door open. “You’re so warm, I was sweating in that bed.”

“So take your clothes off this time.” He responds nonchalantly, brushing past you to shut the door and lock it back.

You roll your eyes. “Pervert— Oh my god!” You shout, jumping in your spot.

Gojo kicks the door shut, grabbing you by the material of your dress and pulling you behind him. His infinity is switched on and he’s scanning the home for the reason you screamed.

How did anyone even get in here?

Until his eyes fell on the woman seated on your couch. The playful demeanor he sported now drops, back into the man he was whenever he was dealing with cursed spirits. Back into Gojo Satoru — not your husband or the man that was falling in love with you.

“You know who I am?”

The woman nods to his answer, she looks as petrified as you are.

“So you know I can kill you before you can blink again, right?”

She holds her hands up in surrender, shaking her head at his threat. “Please don’t… I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

Maybe you were stupid to believe her, but with a man like your husband threatening to take her life and the shakiness in her voice absolutely shattered your heart, you grabbed onto Gojo’s hand and walked forward the slightest, keeping close to him.

“Who are you?”

“I’m… Rika.”

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gennyanydots · 2 years ago

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This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 2

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)

“This is love I just can’t live without” masterlist

Biker!au

Chapter summary: Bradley hasn’t been okay since his girl left. Turns out he isn’t okay yet now that she’s back either.

Ch. 2 “Bit off more than you could chew” Bradley

Trigger warnings for chapter: none

AN: I’m not sure if every other chapter I’m going to be switching POV’s but we’ll see how it goes!

“Saw your girl’s made it back home safe and sound. Must be feeling pretty good,” Hangman said loudly as he hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to Bradley, resting his arms on the back of the couch. “Saw her car in Ice’s driveway.”

Bradley huffed and shifted his body away from Hangman’s as he continued to play on his phone trying to get the other man to leave him alone, “Not my girl. Hasn’t been for a long time.”

Hangman laughed as he kicked a foot up on the coffee table in front of the couch, “Right, right. Not your girl. Course not. So, she’s free game, right? Cause she was wearin’ these little short shorts and mmm mmm was she lookin hot in them. Might hit her up.”

Bradley jumped up, dropping his phone on the floor in the process, then grabbed Hangman by his shirt collar and hefts the other man up, balling his other hand into a fist and holding it up near his ear, ready to strike, “If you touch her, I swear to God, I will not hesitate to bash your face in. Don’t toy with me, man.”

Hangman laughs while he holds his hands up in surrender, “Woah woah, slow your roll there, Rooster buddy. I don’t want your girl. Promise. Cross my heart and everything.” He winked at Bradley and continued, “Just wanted to get a rise out of you to prove a point and like normal you fell for it: hook, line, and sinker. So predictable, Bradshaw. Gonna need you to spice it up for me. You know how daddy likes to spice things up now and again.” Hangman winks at Bradley.

Bradley scowls and shoves at Hangman’s chest, dropping himself back down onto the couch. He grabs his phone from where it clattered to the floor and settles himself back in to try and ignore Hangman again. He doesn’t want to have this conversation. He should have stayed in his room. Stayed far away from everyone else today. Bradley knew she was coming back today, practically felt the air shift when she got into town.

Mav texted him when she got to her dad’s house, wanting to give Bradley a heads up. He appreciated that, he did he really did, but who wants to be reminded that, after being away from each other for so long, the love of their life is not only just five minutes away but five minutes away and doesn’t want anything to do with you? Five minutes away and hasn’t spoken to you in five years. Five minutes away and the last time you saw them, they were sobbing and running away from you.

Fuck. He hated seeing his girl cry. And the fact that it was his fault? He should have asked Ice to kick his ass. He deserved it. He should have asked Slider. He’s pretty sure Slider would still kick his ass now, five years later. Ever since she left, Slider’s taken it out on Bradley every chance he gets. Slider still shoulder checks him every time they pass each other. Bradley always let’s him, one because what’s he gonna do? Take on a club officer? He’s dumb but he’s not that dumb. And two he deserves it. Still. He always will. He deserves this and so much more. It’s all his fault, after all.

Bradley can hear Hangman chuckle and feels the couch shift as Hangman plops his body back down on the couch next to Bradley. God, can’t this man take a hint? He refuses to look over at Hangman. No acknowledgment whatsoever. It’s not like he doesn’t know the man has that stupid self satisfied grin plastered on his face, like always. Bastard. Worst choice for a best friend and yet here they were. Bradley should have chosen better, Bradley DID choose better but he ruined that.

Well he didn’t really get a choice who his first best friend was. As soon as Ice’s wife gave birth, Bradley and baby ice were immediately shoved together. His dad had been part of the club before he passed and Bradley was the only other baby another member of the club had at the time so when his girl was born the playdates started immediately. They grew up around each other. Always around each other. His mother best friends with hers. Even once his father passed Bradley still spent a lot of time at the club, the other members stepped up to help his mother raise him, someone always ready to help her with anything she needed, of course then Mav took on his duty as Godfather to step up as Bradley’s father figure more permanently and so there was no lull in Bradley’s life where he wasn’t with his girl and the club.

Bradley can’t think of a childhood memory where she wasn’t right by his side. Everyone would tease them when they were little about how cute they were going to be when they get married, causing him and his girl to make various “eww” and gagging noises because they were never going to get married to each other. That’s gross! They were best friends!

Until one day it wasn’t as gross of an idea anymore. When holding hands stopped being about safety and started being so they could stay close to each other. When goodbyes stopped being a wave and started being bashful hugs. Their mothers caught on quickly, letting the two go on “dates” together. Going to the movies or the arcade together, always with an adult close by. The dads took longer but oh when they found out, all hell broke loose.

He can still remember Ice telling his mom, “Carole, I swear I just want to talk to him. I’m not gonna do anything. Promise!”

Her mother immediately stepping in, “Thomas, if you don’t leave that little boy alone you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I don’t wanna sleep on the couch.”

“Didn’t ask. Leave him alone.”

And with a huff her father left him alone, if not only to make sure he didn’t have to sleep on the couch. Plus, his wife made sure to point out that if their daughter wasn’t dating Bradley it would be some other boy that he couldn’t keep an eye on. That shut Ice up pretty quickly.

At a young age Mav started having talks with him. About respectfulness. About appropriateness. About consent. About keeping it in his pants (he hadn’t even been thinking of that yet but Mav wanted to make sure to set the groundwork). About the fact that they were being watched like hawks at any given time by a number of large bikers so he needed to watch himself.

Bradley understood. These were the men who had helped raise him after all. They were his role models.

They probably felt like it was a slap in the face when he broke his girl’s heart. He never talked to anyone about what happened except Mav. Not even his mom. She’s asked him a couple times but he just deflects the questions. Bradley’s not even sure what his mom knows about it, if she knows anything at all. Maybe just what his girl’s mom told her from her point of view. Which he is absolutely fine with. The world can think he’s an asshole. He’s can live with that.

Bradley’s torn from his thoughts when Coyote drops down into the recliner next to the couch, “Who peed in your cheerios this morning, Rooster?”

Hangman laughs and throws an arm over Bradley’s shoulders, “Our boy is just sad his wife is home but doesn’t want to play with him.”

Coyote eyes Bradley, “Didn’t know you were married, Rooster. I guess some congratulations are in order. Sorry I missed the wedding.”

Bradley grits his teeth, “She’s not my wife.”

“Have you never heard about our dear, sweet Rooster’s wife, Coyote?” Hangman grinned and took his arm off the back of the couch. He leaned forward, closer to Coyote, “Our very own Rooster here was the only one to ever catch the eye of Baby Ice. Their story is heart breaking. Truly. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll wonder how Ice didn’t murder Rooster in his sleep.”

Bradley shoves at Hangman again, “Leave it alone. We’re done. What happened, happened and we’ve both moved on with our lives so stop talking about it.”

They’ve both moved on. Bradley’s girl has a whole life far away from him now. A job. Friends. Maybe a boyfriend. That thought makes Bradley clench his jaw. She should have a boyfriend. Someone who can treat her right. Someone who will put her above everything else. He wants her to be loved, but why does the thought make him want to throw up? Who is he kidding. He knows why. She’s his girl. Always has been. Always will be. He’s just going to have to remind her and step up. He’s had years to think about his mistakes. He knows what not to do, now he just has to do what he should have back then.

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ljxlj48 · 2 years ago

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A Racer's Heart

Chapter 04

F1Driver!Jeno X Reader X F1Driver!Jaemin

Preview, 01, 02, 03, 04, 05…

Genre: love triangle, co-workers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers

Warnings: swearing, car crash

Word Count: 3.6K+

Author's Note: You know when I start my story, I always have an idea of where it's going but then I start writing and suddenly I have no idea where it's going. Like if you ask me who is y/n gonna end up with, I have no idea. Like you guys are finding out with me about how this story will turn out lmaooo. I also notice that this story isn't doing that well compared to my others, and idk if its because my writing it starting to suck or because there's not a lot of nct fans that are also formula 1 fans lol. nevertheless hugs and kisses to anyone reading <333

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Part of your job, as Jeno’s race engineer, is ensuring that Jeno remains confident in his ability and his car. Your job becomes extra hard when Jeno allows external influences or events to linger in his mind. Then there's an added level of difficulty, if the events that are lingering on Jeno’s mind involve you.

It was clear that Jeno’s mind wasn’t where it was supposed to be in Azerbaijan and Canada, when Jeno finished outside of the points in both. This weekend, you guys were in the UK, silverstone. You hoped that you could get his mind in the right state for the race.

“Just get out there and race,” you tried to find the right words to encourage Jeno.

“I know,” Jeno said as he hung his head, fiddling with gloves, as he sat in the car on the circuit.

“Jen,” you called out to him once more, to get him to look at you before you had to go back into the garage. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“My helmet, please,” Jeno said as he pointed to his helmet on the nose of the car, not acknowledging your earlier words. You sighed, handing Jeno his helmet.

“Be safe,” you say as you place a hand on Jeno’s helmet after he puts it on. The visor doesn’t let you see Jeno’s eyes, but you feel him nod slightly. You leave your place on the circuit going back to the garage to take your seat. You put on your headset, “check? Can you hear me Jen?”

“Loud and clear dear,” Jeno chuckled, “let’s score some points, yeah?”

“You know what to do Jen.”

‘We’re entering lap 23, and you can see Martin, the battle between the NCT teammates are starting to heat up’

You watched the monitor, seeing what everyone watching on TV was seeing. “This isn’t good,” Mark said, from the other side, as he watched his own monitor.

“We told them they were allowed to race,” Taeyong said, as he watched what you guys were watching. Jeno and Jaemin were going into the turns side by side, coming wheel to wheel.

‘It doesn’t sound like they are giving out any team orders in the NCT garage, Crofty’

“I don’t like this Taeyong, they’re gonna crash,” you spoke up, not liking this. Neither Taeyong nor Mark knew what happened in Monaco, when they asked if something happened, both Jeno and Jaemin shrugged it off as the season was getting more serious now.

‘This is very interesting Martin, usually drivers are arguing with the team to give out orders or not, but it is silence on the NCT team radio’

“Let them race, as long as they’re not bashing each other on the radio where all the teams can hear, they’re not causing problems.”

‘I would think you have to give out orders to ensure both drivers score points for the championship, if not they could crash which would take them out of the points completely’

The race continued on with them going back and forth, it wasn’t until Ocon closed in on them that they stopped racing each other and defended their respective positions. They crossed the finish line P8, Jeno, and P9, Jaemin. Picking up another six points for the team. You took the largest sigh of relief when the checkered flag finally waved.

“P8 Jen, good job,” you spoke into the radio to Jeno.

“Thank you,” Jeno said, in a rather monotone voice, as he finished out his cool down lap.

‘I wonder what’s happening in the NCT garage, I guess we’ll have to ask in the post-race interviews’

You sighed, watching the broadcast of the race. After doing his weigh in, Jeno went straight to the media bullpen to finish his requirements. However, when Jaemin finished his weigh-in, he came to find you. “y/n a word, please?”

“Sure,” you said as you put down your stuff, and stepped away with Jaemin. Your breath started to get short, as you walked further into the garage, away from most people. This wasn’t like Jaemin. Usually, if Jaemin had something to say, he would just say it, regardless of who was around.

When Jaemin finally stopped, and looked towards you, you began to feel nervous about what Jaemin had to say. “Jeno told you what happened that night in Monaco?”

You took a breath, “He only told me what he knew, there's still a few hours missing because no one was there with me.” You answered his question honestly, but it still looked like the answer pained him.

“I see,” Jaemin didn’t meet your eyes, which was very unlike him. Jaemin always portrayed confidence. He said everything on his mind, he looked people in the eyes, he stood tall. The person in front of you didn’t portray that confidence. “It feels like Jeno is still angry with me for that night, and he has every right to be, I put you in danger. So I just want to apologize again, I should’ve never left you like that, especially when you told me you weren’t familiar with the area.”

You felt bad for Jaemin, he had apologized to you every weekend since Monaco. He hasn’t stopped apologizing, even after you told him you forgave him. Even after you told Jeno, you forgave him. Jaemin continued to apologize. You know he shouldn’t have left you alone, but what was done was done. Everything ended up okay in the end, there was nothing more to be done already.

You were about to accept another apology when Jeno shouted your name from across the garage. The roughness of Jeno’s voice, caused shivers to run down your spine. You turned back to see him, and watched as he stared daggers at Jaemin. “I’m sorry Jaemin,” you whispered, as you walked towards Jeno.

You followed Jeno back up to his room, you made sure to shut the door before speaking up, “that wasn’t necessary.” Jeno didn’t respond to you, instead gathering his clothes to rinse off before leaving for the day. “Jeno you need to forgive Jaemin already, I have, why can’t you do the same?”

Jeno continued to ignore you.

“Jeno, I’m talking to you, the least you can do is look at me.” Jeno turned around to face you, his face stuck in a scowl. You felt your shoulders drop, and your eyes softened, “I’m okay Jeno, I really am okay.”

“And what if you weren’t?” Jeno asked, a little louder than his normal. “What if I didn’t get there in time? What if I didn’t pick up the phone that night? What if you didn’t go to the restroom? What if you weren’t okay?” Jeno asked, as you saw the tears brim his eyes, Jeno dropped to a seat. You followed, finding a spot right next to him. “10 minutes, it took me 10 minutes to get to you. For 10 minutes I could only imagine the worst happening to you. For 10 minutes I had to figure out how to explain to your parents that you were dead. For 10 minutes I couldn’t protect you. For 10 minutes, I was completely helpless. And it was my fault.”

You wiped away your own tears, “it’s not,” you whispered as you stared down at your lap. You took a deep breath, you could blame Jaemin for leaving you alone. You could blame yourself for not watching your drink. You could blame the bartender for allowing it to happen, but there was only one person to blame. “It’s the guy who drugged me, that's who's at fault, no one else. Not Jaemin and especially not you. You can’t blame a predator's actions on you Jeno.” You grabbed Jeno’s hand, squeezing it, now looking at him.

“How are you so okay with this?” Jeno asked with a slight shake of his head.

“When you grow up knowing that no matter what you do, you will still be at risk, you get used to it, I guess.” You felt Jeno’s eyes on you while you looked ahead. Jeno grabbed your cheek, pressing your temple to his lips. You cracked a small smile, enjoying the feeling of Jeno’s lips on you. The two of you stayed in that position for a minute. You didn’t want to move, to disrupt the delicate peace that was in place.

As soon as the Silverstone Grand Prix ended, you headed up to Austria with the majority of the team. Jeno, Jaemin, along with a few team members stayed in the UK for another day. The rumor that was being traded amongst team members is that Jeno and Jaemin needed to stay behind for a team bonding moment. You kept your comments to yourself, knowing that Jeno just stayed in the UK for an extra day to visit some friends out there that he didn’t get to see over the weekend.

When you arrived in Austria, you and some of Jeno’s mechanics got together to ‘work,’ it really was just you guys at a bar drinking and shooting darts. You stayed away from the alcohol, not really feeling comfortable drinking. Even if you wanted to drink, you couldn’t because Jeno bothered you every five minutes. You swear you have had partners who texted you less in your entire relationship with them, than Jeno has texted him since you’ve been out tonight.

“Your driver and you are awfully close,” someone commented, peeking over your shoulder.

“Oh Jeno,” you shrugged, “we’ve been friends a long time, that’s why.”

“I see,”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get your name,” you smiled, sticking out your hand, “I’m y/n.”

The other person took your hand, “I know, I’m Renjun, a race engineer for NCT. I was working with Danny, the driver before Jeno.”

“I see,” you hesitated, worried about where the conversation was going.

“I was excited to work with Jeno, but then Taeyong said that Jeno was bringing in his own race engineer,” Renjun said, beforing sipping the beer in his hand.

Before Jeno was in F1, he was in Prema Racing, and so were you. It was easy to move around and follow Jeno, because you remained a part of Prema Racing. So all you had to do was move up within the same team, like Jeno. When Jeno left F2, and Prema Racing, he insisted you do the same. So you did, you left Prema and applied for Alfa Romeo. And you were content, you could’ve stayed at Alfa Romeo, you wanted to stay at Alfa Romeo. However Jeno insisted that you needed to be with him in NCT, and he made sure of it. He had it as a part of his contract with NCT, a job for you, to ensure you followed him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t,” you stuttered out a half-ass apology, not sure what to say at all. At this time, Renjun cracked a smile.

“I’m just giving you a hard time,” Renjun laughed, “It’s really fine, it’s amazing what you and Jeno have.”

You tried to chuckle away the awkwardness, “what do you mean by that?”

“I’ve watched you guys these past few races, Jeno holds a lot of trust in you, he doesn’t question any of the strategy choices you make for him.”

You repeat the same thing that you always tell yourself to Renjun, “He just knows that I know what he likes.”

“No it's more than that, I’ve worked with drivers before, Jeno has like,” Renjun pauses, you watch him look for the right word to string into his sentence, “faith that you will do whatever is best for him, even if it goes against the greater good.” Renjun jokes.

You smile, never thinking about it like that, “I want him to win, so…yeah, I guess I do whatever is best for him.”

“It's amazing Jeno has someone like you in his corner for the races.”

Renjun’s words carry a certain weight with you, as the night goes on. You find yourself picking apart his meaning behind them, mulling over them again and again. You go through all your time with Jeno, from when you first met him until now. You wonder if you always did what was best for Jeno. You even carry his words with you into the Thursday, during the first strategy meetings.

“Where are you?” Jeno asked softly, during the meeting when he noticed you weren’t really paying attention.

You shook your head, focusing back on Taeyong as he spoke. Jeno watched you for a moment longer, before turning his attention back to Taeyong as well. You listen attentively as Taeyong drones on, about different plans and which tire to use when. You push Renjun’s words to the back of your mind, and decide to handle it at another time.

Just when the meeting ends and Renjun’s words start to creep up again, the perfect distraction makes his way towards you. “y/n,” Jaemin says almost breathlessly, “I need to ask you something.” Jaemin looks panicked, as he stands in front of you, almost like he’s gonna vomit whatever he says next.

“Okay,” you say with fake worry, entertaining whatever Jaemin wants to say. He can tell you're mocking him a little, but it doesn’t stop him.

“Let me take you to dinner,” Jaemin blurts out, that it takes you back. You always pictured Jaemin asking someone out to dinner that it would be done with a certain cool, a specific type of charisma. In which it had none.

“Jaemin,” Jeno says, now making his presence known.

You turn your attention to Jeno, whom you thought initially left with the rest of the team when the meeting ended. “Jeno,” Jaemin says with a slight nod of his head.

“You boys are talking to each other again?” you asked, as you look at the both of them. The last time either of them spoke to each other, not in front of a camera, was at the club.

“Playing nice,” Jeno sighs. You crack a smile.

“Okay Jaemin, you can take me out to dinner,” you smile, as Jaemin releases a sigh of relief.

You walk away, heading into the garage to prepare your station for this weekend's activities. Just as your out of the meeting room, Jeno catches Jaemin’s arm, “don’t do anything stupid, yeah?” The extra day Jeno spent in the UK was intended to catch up with a few friends like he told you. However Taeyong had pulled Jeno into a lunch with Jaemin and him, forcing Jeno and Jaemin to work out whatever was going on between them. At that lunch, both Jeno and Jaemin concluded that what happened to you in Monaco was to never happen again.

“I’m taking her to dinner to make up for what happened in Monaco, Jeno,” Jaemin says, as he pulls Jeno’s hand off his arm. Jaemin enjoys messing around with people, and he’s just beginning to realize how much he can mess around with Jeno if he uses you. “I can’t help it if she likes me more than you,” Jaemin smirks.

Jaemin meets you in the hotel lobby at 6, to take you to dinner. He’s dressed in a simple pair of black slacks with a white button up, and a suit jacket. It’s so simple, yet it looks like Jaemin, and he wears it well. He’s much more attentive this time around. He opens all the doors for you, he pulls out your chair at this upscale restaurant that he chose. He listens to everything you have to say, he asks questions to keep you going. He doesn’t flaunt his money to the waiter, or his title. You guys split the dessert, almost in a romantic fashion.

Just as you're leaving the restaurant, you feel a chill come on. You shiver, as Jaemin opens the door out for you. As soon as you step outside, Jaemin slips off his jacket, placing the item on your shoulders.

“Thank you,” you say, as Jaemin smiles.

“There’s an evening exhibit just a block away,” Jaemin offers.

“I’m not much of an art person,” you say as you looks at Jaemin

“Neither am I,” Jaemin stares at you, “I just don’t want tonight to end.”

“Okay,” you say, as you and Jaemin walk down to the exhibit. Jaemin places a hand on the small of your back, he makes sure you’re on the inside of the sidewalk as the two of you walk the block. The two of you spend hours looking at the different art displayed. Neither of you knows what any of it means, or what the artist was trying to portray or what symbolism is being shown, but you stay nonetheless. Jaemin follows your lead, allowing you to pull him into any direction. He doesn’t mind, he enjoys watching you pick apart the artwork to relate to something.

“It’s really beautiful,” you say as you stare at the portrait, the plaque says that it was a portrait of the artist’s muse, their significant other.

“It is,” Jaemin agrees, as his eyes stay locked on you. Jaemin doesn’t know what the painting looks like, or what the plaque says, but the art before his eyes is truly beautiful to him.

Neither you or Jaemin really want the night to end, so much so that the exhibit workers ask you and Jaemin to leave so they can go home for the night. You bash, not realizing you spent that much time there. Jaemin, thinks that if he slips the workers a few hundred, they will let you guys stay a bit longer, but before Jaemin can act on the idea, you’re walking out.

“We need to let them go home,” you smile, offering your hand for Jaemin to take.

“Because you said so,” Jaemin says, as he takes your hand. You spend at least another hour or two walking around just talking with Jaemin. Talking with Jaemin feels like floating in a calm sea, it’s light, easy, and can go on forever.

You try to delay the end of the night for as long as possible, Jaemin does the same. He walks you all the way up to your hotel room door. It’s easily one in the morning by the time you make it back to the hotel.

“Why don’t you come in?” you ask Jaemin as you push open the door.

“That would be improper,” Jaemin smirks, “maybe after the second date.”

“This was a date?” you joke.

Jaemin chuckles at your joke, “I had a really nice night y/n,” Jaemin says seriously now.

“Me too, thank you.”

Jaemin comes in close, pressing his lips to your cheek, you feel a little disappointed that all you got was a kiss on the cheek. You guess your face exposes you, because Jaemin says, “don’t look so disappointed sweetheart,” with a certain smirk.

You blush, as you realize you got caught. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you say, trying to find words to fill in the gap, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” Jaemin says as he takes a step watching you close the door on him. After he hears the final click of the door shutting, Jaemin begins to walk away to go to his hotel room. Jaemin lets out a sigh, if it was anyone else, he would have taken up the offer to come inside. But you were different. Jaemin doesn’t like second dates, or kisses on the cheek, or hand holding, or long walks in the park, or art exhibits. But Jaemin likes being around you.

He feels himself get giddy, thinking about the moment you offered your hand. He smiles, when he thinks about you staring at the portrait at the exhibit. He blushes when he recalls how you clung on his arm during the walk in the park. He laughs to himself, when he remembers you had a little something on the corner of your mouth when you guys shared dessert. He lays in his bed, with images of you playing in his mind. He dreams of you in his sleep, with a smile plastered on his face.

“How was dinner?” Jeno asks as he goes through the car specs to prepare for practice.

The mention of last night's dinner has the blood rushing to your cheeks, “it was nice,” you smiled, staring at your tablet.

“He didn’t leave you right?” Jeno asks with a certain bite in his tone.

“Jeno, we agreed to let it go already,” you scolded.

“I was just checking,” Jeno scoffs, as he goes back to looking over his car, “better not start cheering for him.”

“Never, you’re still my favorite driver,” you say with a little nudge, that causes Jeno to smile.

While Jeno is putting in his practice laps, Jaemin makes his way over to you. “Hey sweetheart,” Jaemin says, gaining your attention. You blush at the nickname he seems to love to call you. “I had fun last night,” Jaemin says.

“I did too,” you smile.

“Let me take you out again, Sunday after the race,” Jaemin asks. It comes to a bit of a surprise to himself that he did ask you out again, Jaemin isn’t really sure about what he wants from you, or what he can give you. All he knows is that he enjoys being with you.

“Okay,” you answer, not able to contain your smile. Jaemin leaves you to prepare to put in his own practice laps. Just before he’s out of your sight, he sends a wink your way, that causes even more blood to rush to your cheeks.

“y/n,” Jeno’s voice cuts clear across the radio, there’s a panic in his voice, something you don’t pick up right away, “something feels off,”

“What are you talking…” Just before you could finish your question, you watch as Jeno’s car spins out of control and into a barrier.

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Chapter 21 - Goodbye my lover

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As you all tiptoed up the stairs you came to the little girls rooms. When you opened the door you saw her asleep on her mother.

When the mum looked at you she pleaded “Do it.”

But when you saw the child lying in the bed you hesitated.

“Do it” she said more forcefully.

As you launched at the child you felt yourself being pulled to the floor.

“It’s not her” Dean shouted “ it’s not the kid anymore.”

As you and Dean walked back downstairs you heard Sam arguing with Ruby “Tell me what I have to do to save Dean?” he screamed.

“You had your chance” she barked back at him.

“There's got to be something we can do” you asked Ruby.

“Not so hard now “ she laughed in your face.

“Look what ever we can do we will do it” Sam begged.

“Stop it” Dean shouted.

“We can’t lose you Dean” you shouted back.

“We aren't going to let you go to hell “ Sam also shouted.

“Yes you are “ Dean screamed “ Yes you are” he repeated softly “I'm sorry” his voice now almost inaudible “But this isn't going to save me, your gonna get yourselves killed”

“What are we meant to do?” Sam cried.

“Keep fighting, take care of my wheels, take care of each other, and remember what dad taught you and remember what I taught you but more importantly take care of my girl” he sobbed turning to you.

Tears fell fast down your face and you ran to him, grabbed his face and kissed him “I love you Dean Winchester and I swear I will not stop trying to save you.”

As you kissed him he pulled away quickly, you looked confused but when you saw the fear on his face and then you heard the clock chime, you knew.

You choked back a sob. Dean looked from you and to Sam and smiled sadly. And you and Sam both cried out in despair.

“Sorry Dean “ Ruby said “I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.”

Dean’s head then shot to the corner of the room “ hell hound” he whispered.

“Where?” Sam asked.

“There” Dean stated then ran off.

“Dean” you shouted running after him.

“Give me the knife “Ruby shouted at you. “I can fight it off. ”

You slowly, hesitantly reached the knife to her.

“Wait it’s not Ruby” Dean yelled.

When you turned in shock you were thrown across the room and pinned to the wall.

“Sam” you screamed.

But when Sam came running, he was also thrown across the room and pinned to the wall.

You watched in horror . All of you defenseless.

“Hello Sam” Lilith said “I've wanted to met you for a very long time” then kissed him.

Sam’s face turned to disgust “You have me, now let my family go.”

“oh Sam, I don't have you, your promised to someone else, she shoot you a look. “though not really sure what you have to make you so worthy “ she spat at you.

She came to you, running the blade down your face drawing blood causing you to hiss” I am going to kill you” you stared at her.

“So this is your big plan “Dean shouted trying to get her away from you.

“I don't answer to puppy chow, get him boy” she laughed.

You watched in horror as Dean was dragged off the table unable to move all you could do was wail out his name.

“Stop “ Sam begged.

“Please stop “ you yelled.

You feel to the floor and a bright light blinded your vision when it died down you saw Ruby. You stalked towards her.

“Back” she yelled in your direction but you still marched towards her, “Back” she yelled in fright.

You stopped as your foot hit something looking down you saw the demon blade, you looked up at her and smiled sadistically. You kept your eyes on her as you knelt down and lifted the blade.

“This is my promise to you” you smiled “ I will be the one that kills you, I will be the last one you see before your sent back to the depths of hell where you belong I swear to fuck, I will be the one that sends you back” and as you launched towards her her head fell back and black smoke bellowed from her mouth.

“Fucking coward“ you yelled.

You then turned and saw Sam holding Dean crying saying his name over and over again.

As you walked over you knelt down “Okay Dean time to go home.”

“Y/n” Sam whispered.

“No Sam no he’s not gone okay” you swallowed.

“Bulldog” you tugged at his coat “please this isn't it” you pleaded but you knew, you knew Dean had gone, as much as you willed it not to be true you knew.

And placed your head on his chest and screamed. You and Sam just lay there crying holding Dean

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foxgirl95 · 8 months ago

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Back Into the Fray CH.3: You Never Tell, You Only Ask

Chapter Description: The flight to Ukio is short but informative.

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The start of the trip had been pretty quiet, and thanks to that quietness the child had ended up falling asleep in his little makeshift cradle haphazardly strapped to his seat. The two adults took the opportunity to sneak down into the hull to not accidentally wake him. Now in the brightly lit area that Anai was very grateful for, they both set about their activities. Mando had set about cleaning his weapons while his current companion was trying, and failing, to repair her visor. He had to stifle a chuckle every time sparks flew, and she muttered a string of curses under her breath. At least he assumed she was swearing, the language she used didn’t sound like anything he was familiar with. It was after the fourth or fifth time Mando finally looked over to her, holding out his hand “Here, let me take a look at it.” She looked between him and the visor contemplating before placing both it and the tool she’d been using in his hand “You know what, go for it I’ll switch you jobs for a minute.” She reached for a blaster as he spoke up “You don’t need to.” He knew she probably had very little insight into Mandalorian culture but cleaning one’s weapon was considered a very…intimate action. The woman sighed “Look, if we keep helping each other we’re gonna keep owing favors to one another. I’m just trying to keep us square.” Without much consideration for whatever he wanted to say next she grabbed one of the many pieces and a rag as she started cleaning it. They sat in silence for a moment before Mando spoke up again “That language you used, what is it?” He soldered wires to their connections as he spoke “I’ve never heard it before.”

Anai scoffed, not even looking up from her cleaning. “It’s from the planet of None ya’.” He looked up from his work curiously as she finally landed her gaze on him “None ya’ business.” She then went back to cleaning, striking down any further questions of her origins.

Okay, that’s fair. Mando thought to himself as he continued working on her visor. He wasn’t one to go spewing things about his life either, for some reason though he was curious about her. He knew plenty of people who acted just like her, to him she was ordinary. She was someone who provided for herself, walked around not giving a single fuck what anyone thought about her, and she had secrets she held close to her chest. Then again, she had also shown him more humanity than he was used to, not that she was the first, but it still caught him off guard. He couldn’t shake it though; he felt a need to poke around and see what he could get out of her “Why does a mechanic need a visor?” He finally asked, watching as her emerald-green eyes shifted in his direction again “Don’t see a lot of them run around with these.”

“It’s not for work if that’s what you’re asking.” There was no malice in her voice. She was calm and steady as she continued cleaning the parts laid out between them. “It’s a necessity, I have night blindness.” Mando’s head snapped in her direction, it wasn’t entirely uncommon but that’s not what he expected out of a pilot. “You can’t see, but you still fly?” His voice came out as skeptical even through the modulator. Anai nodded nonchalantly like the reaction was something she was used to “Yep, hence why I need that visor.” She repositioned herself a bit, her upper body now turned towards him. “It helps, plus I can link it up to Racket and I can watch my ass in a fight too.”

There was a long pause, Mando didn’t know what to say to that. Finally, she looked up at him with a knowing smile like she knew what he was thinking “You can say it y’know.” He cocked his head to the side curiously as she continued “You can say I’m crazy, I promise I won’t be offended.” Mando paused a moment before responding “Crazy isn’t the word I was gonna use, it was reckless. Has it always been like that?” She nodded with a laugh “Yes, I’ve had it my entire life.”

“Even when you flew for the rebellion?”

“How do you think I got the visor in the first place?”

He sighed, shaking his head at a loss for words while Anai laughed. They both continued their separate tasks in silence. Mando’s head was still reeling with questions, but he wasn’t sure how much more ridiculousness he could take. He kept thinking about it as he worked until a giggle came from the woman next to him grabbing his attention. She sat there with her rag in hand with her arms crossed “You have more questions, don’t you?” He didn’t look up or confirm he just asked the next question “Why’d they let you fly?” Anai shrugged, “They were desperate for anyone even willing to learn, don’t get me wrong there was a lot of debate about it, but our numbers were so low at the time, and we kept losing more people.” She sighed before reaching down to pick up another part. “It was easier for them to work with what they had, mind you, they didn’t just drop me in an x-wing and let me go, I trained for two years before Yavin.”

“Was Yavin your first time out?”

She scoffed “Yeah, and what a hell of a first battle huh?” To which Mando shrugged “I’ve only heard about it from an outside perspective.” She looked up at him with a smirk. “Well, I wouldn’t mind sharing some old war stories.”

For the next hour and a half, Anai took the lead in the conversation as she told the tales of her time with the rebellion. Everything from the battle of Yavin, Delta-3, Elissia, and finally Endor. To the Mandalorian, it sounded like she was lucky to be alive, way too many close calls for his liking. She didn’t seem bothered at all though, in fact, she seemed to revel in the thrills she once faced. Anai laughed after her stories as she put down the last part she had been cleaning. “Towards the end, they tried to get me to fly an A-wing, but it felt wrong.” She looked over to the droid strapped to the wall fondly. “If I couldn’t fly with my little buddy who had saved my ass more times than I can count I’d ground myself.” That made sense to Mando if there was one thing he understood it was loyalty. Even if it was towards a droid of all things “Why aren’t you with them now?” He asked, “A lot of former Rebellion flyers have jobs policing the stars now.”

She sighed heavily “Let’s just say there was a conflict of interest, I knew the war was over after Endor. There was no point in sticking around.”

Mando simply nodded accepting that answer “I remember when it happened, the outer rim exploded into a power vacuum. With the empire gone all the gangs and political groups were scrambling to get their hands on what they could.”

“Yeah.” She quickly commented, “I ended up on Tatooine, had to hunker down with Peli until all the fighting died down.” She ran her fingers through her pink hair as she spoke “After that, I was free to do what I wanted, then my x-wing got jacked right out of her hangar.”

Oh right. That’s why she was even here with him in the first place, she didn’t have a ship to get to her next job “How’d that happen?” He asked to which the woman next to him sighed yet again “I don’t even know how they did it, me and Peli were getting rowdy down at the cantina that night then we came back, and it’s just gone. My stuff was thrown all around the hangar and my visor was smashed.” She gestured to the device in his hands, clearly annoyed. “I tell you when I find out who did it, I’m gonna make them wish they had never been born.” Anai seemed to know she was never getting her ship back, more than likely it had already been sold off or stripped for parts. He’d still make a mental note just in case he ran into anything on his travels. Just as they finished talking, Mando finally finished the wiring on her visor, he quickly put it all together and brought it online “Here.” He said holding it out to her. Anai looked up at him before carefully taking it in her hands inspecting his work before slipping it over her eyes “Maker Mando you did it!” She lifted her hand tapping at the side a few times presumably going through all the different functions before lifting it from her eyes again “Thank you!” She smiled softly as she spoke and Mando felt a flutter in his chest at her genuine reaction “You’re welcome.” He replied stiffly before a beeping sound could be heard coming from the cockpit “Best come up we’ll be coming out of hyper.”

Anai followed him up to the cockpit taking her seat behind him as he pulled them out of hyperspace with a quick jolt waking the kid. She looked over as the little one sat up rubbing his sleepy eyes and smiled “Good sleep?” She reached over gently stroking one of his long ears as he cooed up at her. All three watched as the planet ahead of them came into view. The sound of the ship being hailed came from the console as a voice came over the speaker “Welcome to Ukio Razor Crest, we’re tracking you. You’re expected in hangar two-seven.” The female voice stated as Mando reached up to flick a few switches “Copy that, locked in for two-seven.” He approached the planet going through his usual landing routine all while feeling those emerald-green eyes of the woman behind him carefully watching his every move. He didn’t detect any malice in the action, more like curiosity, he figured she was trying to make sure her work had held up. Once the hangar came into view he let the Crest down with little effort before turning back to Anai “Well, looks like you did a good job on the landing gear. Your work was worth every credit.” She smiled in response, “I didn’t get to do the last run, but I’m happy it didn’t go to waste.” They enjoyed a quiet moment before the woman took in a breath and stood “Welp, this is my stop.” She threw her bag over her shoulder as Mando got to his feet, picking up his foundling as they followed her back down the ladder. Anai was already at work undoing the chains around her droid, she looked up at Mando “Release the restraining bolt, please.” He tapped the button on his vambrace bringing the droid back to life beeping several times as he started up. His little head spun around before landing on the woman kneeling in front of him beeping happily “I know.” Anai patted his head before removing the bolt, handing it to Mando “I’m happy to see you too bud.”

The Mandalorian didn’t understand how she could be so close to a machine; he had his own bias against droids because of his past but he didn’t know what made them so likable. They weren’t flesh and bones, they had no idea what loyalty was, it was all programming, and that was another issue. Droids could be made to do anything; all it took was a line of code and they could go from friend to killer. He hoped at least, seeing how Anai acted like this one was another lifeline, that she’d never have to experience that kind of switch. A moment later he punched the panel on the wall lowering the ramp and revealing the hangar outside “Anai! You made it!” A blonde man appeared with his hands on his hips. “I was starting to think we’d lost ya.” The woman scoffed as she stood “As if I’d be grounded that easily!” The droid next to her beeps in support before rolling excitedly down the ramp. Anai chuckled as she looked over at Mando. “I’ll have them top off the fuel, it’s on the house.” The pink-haired woman reached her hand out to him, he hesitated a moment before reaching out and grabbing her forearm. The woman smiled at him and once again that fluttering sensation came to his chest, they both lingered there for a minute too long before a squeal for attention emitted from the little one in Mando’s other arm. Anai, let go of the man reaching her hand out to the child as he grabbed hold of it “Are you feeling left out kiddo?” she asked with genuine amusement “Oh I’m going to miss you, should probably have you stay and keep an eye on Mando though.” She peeked up at the man as she continued “I get the feeling he’s gonna need you to watch his back.”

You have no idea how right you are. The armored man thought to himself as he looked down at the foundling noticing the sad look on his face. Anai noticed too as she frowned “Don’t worry.” she stated sadly running her thumb over his cheek in an attempt to comfort him “It might be a big galaxy but I'm sure we’ll run into each other again.”

The woman stepped away from them and started down the ramp, “Y’know.” She paused at the bottom, turning to look back at the two. “Without a ship, I'll probably be stuck on Ukio for a while, in case anyone comes looking for me.” Mando was quiet for a moment, he knew what she was not so subtly implying to him. Should he ever need her help she was only a jump away “You’d be easy to find,” He stated gesturing to her hair “You stand out.” She hummed lightly with a smirk “See you around Merichetara.” With that, she waved him off joining her droid and being led into the office by the blonde man. The Mandalorian, confused by what she had called him, and his foundling left soon after flying off for more adventures into the stars.

Weeks later The Mandalorian received the call from Karga, going alone would be a stupid idea he needed backup. The first place he stopped, only because it was close and for no other reason, was Ukio. After landing in the same hangar he had dropped Anai in, he walked out and immediately knew something wasn't right. The blonde man who had been so welcoming before was now grumbling as he nursed some fresh bruises to his face. Alarm bells were ringing in Mando’s head “Where is she?” he asked sternly, his hand hovering over his blaster. “If you're looking for that pink-haired bitch she's gone!” the man yelled back “She beat the hell out of me and ran off with my credits!” Mando might not know Anai that well, but he knew better, She wouldn't do something like this unless provoked. He thought, after all in her own words the woman might be an ass, but she wasn't heartless. The beskar-clad man grabbed the other by his shirt, pulling him up to his full height. “What did you do to her?” His voice through the modulator was cold and calculated, the only warning this man would get. “HEY hey! I didn't do anything to her!” The man then seemed to have a thought occur to him as a sickening smile spread across his face “Wait a minute I remember now, she said you're a bounty hunter, right? I've got a nest egg stored away, bring her back to me and you can have it.” That flicked a switch in Mando as he tossed the man into the wall and pulled his blaster holding it to the blonde's head “You get one warning.” He held the struggling man steady in his place. “If you ever send anyone after her or even think about going near her again, I will come back here, and you don't want that.” He let go taking a step back before shooting the man in the leg, he ignored the cries of pain as he stomped back to his ship. He looked over to his foundling with a sigh “Sorry kid, she's gone.”

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Merichetara: Shiny

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atomic-taco-muffin · 2 years ago

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The Legend of Hana Chapter 140

Warnings: Once again, angst. Me, putting Oswald in this in cause Nomura decides to be a bitch and not include him (he better be in the next game, I swear to fucking god, if he isn’t I’m gonna be pissed!)

Rating: SFW

Back at Master Yen Sid’s tower, Luna and the other Spirits explained to him their new powers and asked him for a way to find a way to find Sora and the girls. No one knew the best way to get to Sora or Hana’s location. Only Riku was able to do so. Until…

“I got it! Luna, do you remember when you saved me from Towa City?” Mukuro asked.

“Hmm? Oh yeah! The sensory deprivation tank! But…are you sure it’ll take all of us to them?” Luna replied. Yen Sid gave a small hum and stroked his long, white beard.

“It seems that is our only option. I will contact the others to let them know of your plan,” he said to the girls. They all nodded and then left the room to discuss the best way to use Mukuro’s idea.

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Back in Quadratum, Sora and the other Spirits were discussing how each of them ended up here and how they knew about Kingdom Hearts. Sora’s heart broke after hearing each of their stories. They didn’t deserve to die like they did.

“But why?” he asked.

“Because, the Master of Masters wanted power and couldn’t let us get in his way,” Celina said, playing with her glass of water.

“But what I find strange is how our powers are suddenly working again,” Kumiko commented. Before Sora could ask her what she meant, the door opened to reveal a black rabbit entered. He wore a pair of sky blue pants and to Sora, he reminded him of King Mickey.

“Sorry to interrupt, but she’s awake,” the rabbit said.

“Thank you, Oswald. We’ll be right over,” Diana said. Oswald nodded and headed out the room. Soon, Sora and the other Spirits followed him and found Lily in a bedroom, trying to gather her surroundings.

“Sora..? Is that you…?” she asked as she spotted the young man.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Sora replied as he sat on the foot of the bed.

“You look different.”

“So do you.” Lily looked down and sure enough, she was still in that outfit she wore during her battle. She looked up and saw Celina approaching her with a bowl of water.

“W-who are you?” she asked, a bit scared.

“It’s alright. My name is Celina. I helped save you,” Celina replied sitting on the bed. She began to use her magic to make the water move and began to heal Lily’s remaining wounds.

“You’re a…” Lily began.

“A Spirit? Yes. I am a Siren Spirit. Ruler of the seas.” After her wounds were healed, Lily listened to each of the Spirit’s stories, just like Sora did. As she listened to each of their deaths, she began to think of Hana and what the Master of Master’s is most likely doing to her.

“Lily, please tell me all you know of what the Master of Masters is doing to your sister,” Kumiko said. Lily took a shaky breath and explained everything she knew. From the kidnapping to the constant screams of her sister.

“I-I know it’s not much, but that’s all I know,” she said. As if his heart wasn’t broken enough, Sora’s heart practically shattered hearing what Hana was going through. He promised that he would never let anything happen to her, and yet he broke that promise. All because he made the stupid decision to sacrifice himself. His first goal of this world was to find a way back, but now it was to find a way to save his first and ever love.

“So that’s what we’re feeling,” Morana commented.

“We’re feeling her pain and fear,” Aki added. Sora soon gathered his thoughts and had a very serious face on.

“Let’s go find Hana.”

#hana kh #hana kingdom hearts #hana imagines #hana #lily kh #lily kingdom hearts #lily imagines #lily #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts imagine #kingdom hearts imagines #kingdom hearts OC #kingdom hearts original character #kingdomhearts #kingdomhearts oc #kingdomhearts imagines #kingdomhearts imagine

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hongism · 2 years ago

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THE NEW CHAPTERRRR OMG!!!! i’m that anon who isn’t on tumblr much and wants moc as a physical book on my shelf if you remember (if not das aight you’re basically a celebrity here 😩) and after so long i decided hmm lemme check if there’s an update i forgot about this app and BOOM posted 1 hour ago !! timing is impeccable my soul knows and she’s just as excited for updates.

anyways back to thoughts because THERES SO MANY!!! so first things first i for one love love LOVE characters that aren’t conventionally the perfect person who makes no mistakes and would do anything the reader wants. NO. i like grey morals 🤩 i like TROUBLE i like the ones who do things that GET THEM in trouble. make mistakes baddie go crazy get in trouble purrrr.

i’m loving the relationship with mc and jongho/mingi they’re bffs in the making next chapter we’re gonna see them with matching bffs necklaces and bracelets that have magnets and lock into each other i just know it 😩

and the ending bit with saaaaannnnn like ik he says don’t doubt my love and i would never san i would never promise pinky swear….

but i can see exactly why mc feels that way and like word i would too if i was not the reader i feel so bad for her

but now for the star of the show, the one person who i’m sure could beat all of the crew one by one no sweat. the one who could eat them all up without so much as lifting a finger. the one who hongjoong wishes he was cause he gets the respect that he dreams of….. LUCA THE BADDIE

he’s a little gambler aint he with his poker BUT THE WAY HE GAVE SOME CHOCOLATE TO JONGHO AND MC EVENTHIUGH HE WON FAIR AND SQAURE (questionable 👀)

anyways i’m not the best at conveying emotions in writing (you do you have such a talent at this and you’re an amazing writer i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again and again every time) but this was such a good read and i always know i’ll enjoy what you write because even a short phrase has so much talent and poetic notions to it - I HOPE YOU KNOW THIS!! THAT YOURE AN AMAZING WRITER - you’ve got bragging rights go crazy no need to be humble lawl

anyways this ended up being longer than i thought hope it’s not too much stay healthy drink water and take care of yourself!!

- bookshelf anon or sumn idk 😭

p.s. i think at this point you’ve made me a tumblr stan i’ve never written this much before much less AT ALL might be on this app more

ofc i remember omg i love to see that my timing was immaculate 🤓 i too adore grey morals so incredibly much it makes things so much more exciting! having wholly good or wholly bad characters is fine and all but i just, ADORE having morals play into shit too 😎

why doubt san and his love if he says don't doubt then!!! we shouldn't doubt him!!! pinky swear!!!

i love the set up here bc i was like oh hongjoong NOPE we're talking about luca the lil baddie himself KJSDFKJS i love him :( he's cute :(

really tho don't worry about conveying emotions i feel every bit of what you're saying and i appreciate it all so much i'm so thankful so grateful! i personally am not a person who can't brag or talk highly of myself much at all, but really hearing kind words and sweet things about my writing always means so much to me ;-;

it's not too much at all i hope you stay healthy too! drink lots of water and take care be sure to eat lots of good and yummy food <33 !!!

#bookshelf anon #moc: spoilers #mists of celeste

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thedemoninme141 · 2 years ago

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Ghosts-Chapter 14: The Gulag.

But you looked up from the blood and from the dirt and from the dying, to the stars. “ The shadows played their part, To the world, The Ghosts are the villain now,” John said.

“Hundreds of casualties, so many innocents dead, How many more lives are gonna be lost Ghost? How many Jades are gonna pay the punishment they didn't deserve, while we stand by doing nothing? We can't hide anymore." Tori said expressing her anger and frustration.

"Then what do you suggest?" Ghost asked.

"Just take the bloody gloves off and fight, Hit them in the front, We have got a location from the files John located in the safehouse, Why can't we just go and dig whatever we can find there!" Tori yelled.

"You take the gloves off you get blood on your hands." Ghost said.

Tori looked down.

"But there is a fine line between right and wrong, and somewhere between them, in the shadows, we go in to fight them, we get dirty, so the world stays clean, that's our mission." Ghost added.

"Start the prep, John."

"The place is a bloody fortress, With an actual dungeon. Built to withstand any siege. The building survived every brutal winter. The occupants... they weren't so lucky. Became a Monastery. Didn't survive the purges. Over the last century, it's played host to anyone the government didn't want, but couldn't kill. The place is filled with living casualties of the last war... which I swear I thought we'd won. But I suppose it's all a day at the races, you back the losing horse, and this is where you end up. Prisoner 627 is held up there, all we know is the shadows don't want us the get him. That's why they killed Makarov. Our best intel is the place is run by Russian mercenaries. They have heavy military support, We are gonna need an army." John said.

"I can get us an army." Another familiar voice said at the door.

"Major West." Ghost greeted.

"Ghost." West nodded.

"Tori, Isn't it?" He said looking at Tori.

Tori said nothing. She didn’t even look at him.

" It was hard to convince General Shepherd, but he is gonna help us, for now," West said.

"That would be enough." Ghost said.

"So what's the plan?" West asked.

"We hit them in the front."

"Jade, honey, are you sure you can do this?" Tori asked as she and Jade walk into the cemetery, holding each other's hand.

Jade took a deep breath, "Yeah, I can, it's just, it's been a while since I've visited her."

They find what they had been looking for.

" CATHERINE WEST

BELOVED MOTHER AND WIFE."

Jade slowly approached her mother's forever-lying bed. She rests the purple gladiolus flowers she brought on the soil. She touches the letters carved on the stone,

"Happy mothers day Mom. It's been a while since I've visited right? I know you are angry about that, Usually, I come alone, But this time I've brought someone. Someone who is very significant in my life. Meet Tori, The love of my life, Mom."

" I was so afraid, but Tori gave me hope. She is always there for me when I need someone to reassure me that everything will be okay. Tori gave me the happiness I had searched for all my life."

"And I promise to keep her happy for the rest of her life," Tori said.

"Goodbye, Mom," Jade said as she hold Tori's hand and turned around.

"Are you okay Jade?" Tori asked.

"As long as you don't let go of my hand, Tori."

“Never,” Tori said smiling.

The truck ride was brutal, they have no idea where they are now, but Ghost trusts West.

"Are you sure this isn't a trap, Ghost? the government want us dead" Helena asked.

"Shepherd doesn't work with the government, he has his own ways," John said.

"This is our only chance to end the shadows, West won't let us down, the wests never let us down." Ghost said.

Tori smiled and also felt upset at the thought of Jade.

"We are almost there boys, Get your masks on," West yelled from the front seat of the truck.

The team puts on their masks, Only Ghost didn't need to, he never took off his mask. Tori wonders, how scared is he down there.

They hop out of the truck one by one, Tori feels Shepherd's men's eyes on them. Whispering to one another.

"I can't believe it. It's the Ghosts."

"Shepherd really got them to work."

"Look at that guy."

"He is massive."

"They creep me out, man."

They enter the main operating building, where they find the general and a dozen men. A bearded man in a camo Boonie hat nodded to Ghost, who nodded back without saying anything. "Shepherd, They are here," West said.

Shepherd eyes every one of them, and lastly Tori, “I thought they would be taller.” He comments. "Gentlemen, Uncle sam would've given me a medal for taking you down, But that wouldn't have been the right thing to do. I know your past, I know your present, and I know what you all are capable of, but you trusting me also means I am trusting you. Whatever happened in Los Angeles, I know you men didn't do it. We are at war. But we can win the war before it even starts if we work together. Welcome to the task force initiative." Shepherd said.

"Let's not waste any of your time, Captain Price, show them their team."

Shepherd said to the bearded man and walked out of the room but stopped at the door,

"And give them the big guns." He added and left.

"Let's get even, shall we?" Price said. . . . .

Tori holds tight on the little bird helicopter as they are flying towards the Gulag.

"Thirty seconds." Price said.

Two F-15s fly in.

"Hornet Two-One, this is Jester One-One, flight of two F-15s, four HARMs for the section. Standby for SEAD, over." Jester One-One pilot radioed in.

" Solid copy, Jester. Go get 'em."

The F-15s fire and destroy a radio station and fly off.

"Good kill. Good kill. Hornet Two-One, you're clear all the way. Good luck. Out." Price said.

" Two going in hot." Hornet Two-Two pilot warned.

Hornet Two-Two fires its guns and takes out a watch tower. The entire gulag is alerted of their presence as Tori sees Russians moving all around the gulag. Dust of debris get in her eyes, but she didn't care. She doesn't care about the pain anymore.

Hornet Two-One hovers across the first guard tower. Helena takes out her M14 EBR and eliminates foot-mobiles on the tower.

" Shift right." Ghost said.

Hornet Two-One hovers to the right to the next tower.

"Stabilize" Ghost ordered.

"Ready. " Hornet Two-one pilot signalled.

The team started firing on the second tower, taking out the guards.

"I see four hostiles on the next tower!" Tori yelled.

"Roger, shifting right." The pilot said.

Hornet Two-One hovers to the right to the next tower. Before the team can engage, an F-15 fires on the tower and quickly flies past Hornet Two-One. The resulting air draft causes Two-One to wobble.

"Hang on!" the pilot yelled.

"Shepherd! Get those fighters to cease fire immediately! That was too close! " Ghost yelled.

" I'll try to buy you some time. One man in a gulag doesn't mean much to the Navy at this point." Shepherd radioed in.

"Bloody hell! I thought they were the good guys!" John said.

"John cut the chatter. Stay frosty." Ghost said.

The Little Bird begins to land on the gulag, dropping off the Ghosts.

"Ghost team is on the deck. Repeat, Ghost team is on the ground and movin'" Price signalled in.

" Specter, Echo, stay on the chopper to provide sniper support." Ghost ordered Farah and Alex.

"Roger," Alex said.

The team engages enemy hostiles positioned on the second level on the way to the entrance of the gulag.

" Two-One is in position for gun run."

"Copy Two-One, lasing target on the second floor!" Price said.

Hornet Two-One fires its guns on the second floor destroying the hostiles.

The team tries to move to the building but Tori notices more hostiles hiding on the 3rd-floor balcony.

"Hostiles on the third floor!" Tori yelled as she saw the ambush waiting for them. The team immediately got to cover but Price got hit.

"Price!" Ghost said.

"Cover Me!" He yelled as the rest started firing on the 3rd floor.

He sprinted to Price and dragged him to cover.

"You broken?" Ghost asked.

"Nah, I am good." Price said.

" Go in, grab Prisoner 627, and get out!" He ordered.

Ghost nodded

"Wraith! Use your grenade launcher!"

Tori nodded as she aimed and shot the 40mm bullet. One loud bang and they were all gone.

"Let's keep moving." Ghost ordered.

"That's the control room up ahead! I can use it to find the prisoner! I'll tap into their system and look for the prisoner! It's gonna take some time!" Roach said.

"Copy that, Roach! we're on cell duty! Follow me!" Ghost yelled.

Roach hacks into the gulag's control systems. The rest of the team goes down the first level and engages foot-mobiles while looking for #627.

" All right, I'm patched in. I'm tracking your progress on the security cameras." Roach said.

"Copy that! Do you have the location of Prisoner 627?" Ghost asked.

"Negative, but I've got a searchlight tracking hostiles on your floor. That should make your job easier." Roach replied.

"Cheeky Bastard," Helena said.

"Stay sharp! The prisoner may be in one of these cells! Roach. we've hit a security door, get it open!" Ghost said.

"Workin' on it...this hardware is ancient!"

The door on the other side of the next room opens.

"Roach! you opened the wrong door!" Ghost yelled.

"Roger, standby... Got it!" Roach said.

The door in front of the team opens.

"That's better, let's go!" Ghost ordered.

The team searches the cells.

"Cell 4-D is clear." Tori yelled.

"Cell 4-B , clear." John said.

"Roach, all these cells are deserted," Helena said.

"Got it! Prisoner 627's been transferred to the east wing! Head through the armoury in the centre - that's the fastest way there."

"Roger that! Squad, head for that armoury down there! Move!" Ghost commanded.

The team heads downstairs to the armoury.

" See anything you like?" Helena asked Tori.

"I think I will keep my primary..." Tori said but she picks up a Benelli M4 shotgun. "But I like to keep this one for close encounters," she added.

"Too right, mate," Helena smirked.

"Bad news. I'm tracking three, no, four hostile squads converging on your position!

Tori hears dozens of footsteps all around them.

"I can hear them coming...let's go! We're too exposed!" John said.

Tori saw a couple of riot shields on the corner.

"We can use those Riot Shields." She said pointing at them.

"Roger. Shade, Rev, you are our cover. Get ready Wraith."

John and Helena grab the shields, Tori takes cover behind John , and Ghost , behind Helena.

The door is blown open as Russian soldiers enter the room, their guns blazing. Their bullets, however, do no damage because they are deflected by the shields and are dropped by the Ghosts' retaliatory fire. They advance to the next room engaging enemies. They reach the window at the end of the floor.

"Roach here. Recommend you bypass the lower floors by rappelling out that window."

"Copy that, follow me!" Ghost said.

They rappel out the window down to the bottom floor.

" The camera feed in solitary confinement is dead. The power must be down in that section." Roach warned.

"Roger that. Squad, switch to night vision." Ghost ordered.

They switch on night vision goggles as they enter the bottom floor. They engage hostiles in a dark hallway. Tori ends up killing most of them.

"Hey, Ghost! Are you sure she wasn't trained with us?" Helena joked.

"Focus on the mission Rev." Ghost said.

"Ugh, you are no fun."

Tori smiled.

"Check these cells for stragglers."

"This one's empty." Helena said.

"This one's empty, too." John said.

At the end of the tunnel an explosion blows a hole on the ceiling, lighting up the floor, shaking the whole castle like an earthquake.

" Shepherd, what the hell was that? Get the navy to cease fire!"

"The Navy isn't in a talking mood right now. Standby.” “Ghosts, They've agreed to stop firing for now. Keep going, I'll keep you posted. Out." The general radioed in. They continue through the floor. They reach the end of the hallway.

"' The old shower room's about thirty feet ahead on your left. You can breach the wall to get in." Roach suggested.

Ghost plants a breaching charge on the wall.

"We are taking a shortcut." he said.

The squad takes position around the charge.

Ghost clicks on the detonator as the charge explodes, throwing an enemy across the room as the team breaches the shower room. As the team reaches the middle of the showers, hostiles with riot shields arrive.

" Heavy assault troops up ahead! Don't attack them head-on! Move quickly and hit them from the side! Rev, help me distract them, Shade, Wraith, Flank them!" Ghost commanded.

Ghost and Helena start firing on the shields as they crouch to take cover behind.

Tori and John attack them from the sides with melee weapons. Plunging their knives into the mercenaries necks taking one after another down.

"Good work. Let's go, We can jump in that hole in the far end of the showers." Ghost said.

They reach the end of the showers and jump down the hole into a tunnel.

" Roach, we're in the old tunnel system heading southwest."

"Ok. Keep going along that tunnel." Roach replied.

They keep moving for a minute, finding no entrances or exits.

"Talk to me, Roach! We don't want to be down here when those ships start firing again."

"Keep going, you're almost there."

They slide down a slope and move to the end of the tunnel.

" Prisoner 627 should be right on your left, You can breach the wall to get in."

"Roger, Wraith, plant the charges."

Tori deploys a breaching charge against the wall. She detonates as the team prepares. The wall explodes, and she enters first only to be punched in the face, falling to the ground. Her vision blurred. She shakes her head and turns to face the figure who is pointing her own gun at her. Her vision clears as she notices a woman rather than a man. A woman in her fifties. She feels like she knows her.

"Drop it!" John yelled,

"Drop the gun!" Helena yelled.

"We are not here to kill you." Ghost said.

The woman looks back at the squad.

"John? Helena? and.. " she said but paused looking at Ghost. Tori finally notices the similarities between her and a certain raven-haired beauty she once knew.

"Catherine" Ghost said.

#jori #jade west x tori vega #jade west #tori vega #jade west and tori vega #ghost

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cloudenthusiast2 · 3 years ago

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To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 1

Synopsis: You knew committing to a relationship Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Next: Part 2

Type: mostly angst, this part is still light tho

Warnings: none... yet

Length: not as long as it seems. I'll try to write the next chapters as soon as possible

Scaramouche turned his back to the mountains he's been staring at to look at the path leading to Qingce village. The sun shone through the fog above the rice fields, colouring everything in golden light. Trees sighed as the gentle morning breeze caressed them while glaze lilies slowly started to close their blossoms.

The view was absolutely mesmerising but it didn't absorb the exoticly dressed, short man even for a minute.

'Finally' he snorted unpatiently as you appeared out of the fog, walking towards him with a big smile. 'What took you so long?'

'Good morning' you answered in a calm, low-key but still visibly cheerful manner.

He mumbled some words to himself but you didn't even try to understand what he was saying. It was probably for the better anyway.

You were both happy you could finally see each other but Scaramouche would obviously never express such feelings, not even towards you. You didn't care so much about that though since the time you spent with trying to bare with him finally paid off. You could confidently say now that you actually knew him and his difficult personality well.

Yes, the constant need to search for clues that could tell you about his hidden emotions was a little tiering but you could usually put up with it.

You haven't been able to see him in a really long time as well. You were living in a small village in Liuye while Scaramouche was always travelling around Teyvat and could only visit you between two jobs. He wasn't the type to write letters so sometimes even months passed without you hearing anything about him.

He came back to you yesterday agter five weeks, to spend a little time in Qingce, the village you lived in and protected with your biggest gift, a Hydro vision.

'Where do you want to go?'

'Doesn't matter.'

'We could go to the forest! It's really pretty in the morning. And later we could pick some chili. I promised Pops Kai that I would bring some to him.'

He didn't react. You knew he didn't like you - his words - 'being a slave of those people' so he just ignored the fact someone requested something from you again.

'How did your last job go?' You asked as you two were slowly walking below the rice fields, watching the sun come up from behind the mountains.

'Could have been worse' he answered curtly. 'Inazuma is a pain in the neck. And there were some... unfortunate events I do not wish to discuss. But at least now I'm back.'

He looked up to the village and his piercing blue eyes narrowed as he took a glance of the neat but definitely archaic looking houses.

'Even this hick town is better than thet hell hole.'

Your facial expression strained for a moment as you heard him insulting the village which happened to be your favourite place all in Teyvat. You calmed your expressions but couldn't help and sting back a little.

'I thought you liked Inazuma' you retorted in a dry tone. 'It's where you're from after all.'

Scaramouche's face immediately darkened and you instantly realised the big mistake you made.

You knew a little about his origins, just enough to understand why he never told about it to you. Regret appeared in you for mentioning his past. At least Scaramouche didn't scold you for it but the air between you two visibly got heavier.

You continued your walk in silence and you couldn't stop cursing yourself for saying such insensitive things. It took two minutes for you to start bickering - this number made you feel sad and stupid.

But then again - he didn't even realise how hard he insulted your village and even if he did, he probably wouldn't regret it by one bit.

You lifted your chin and looked straight into the distance. You could see the various fatui agents scattered around the village, all standing guard for the sixth harbinger next to you.

You didn't like him being a part of the fatui at all but there wasn't much you could do about it. You only hoped and prayed that he one day would leave them after getting enough of the Tsaritsa and her overwhelming, suffocating power. After all, he only joined them because they 'seemed fun' and so far they were more of an annoyance then an genuine source of amusement for him.

'Unless he likes all the bloody tasks they're handing to him' you thought to yourself and then couldn't help but feel a little sick in the stomach.

You loved the man walking next to you but not every part of his personality. Not that part which screamed evil.

You weren't blinded by love. You knew he was indeed cruel sometimes. The part affecting you, his rudeness, his hatred towards any type of affection didn't concern you, it was actually kind of amusing. You loved to tease him about it and when he had an actual soft moment... it was heaven itself.

But you couldn't help but feel worried for others. What was he actually doing behind your back? Did he ever... kill someone? He seemed to be enjoying ending monsters a little too much. And he was quite open about his feelings towards humans. He hated all of them... you were probably the only exception.

'Say, Scara' you decided to broke the silence. He glanced at you, his face and movements still stiff. 'If there was a job suiting you in Liyue...'

'Stop tryna make me quit the fatui' he cut into your words in a harsh tone. 'It's not going to happen.'

'That's not what I was trying to do. I just... want to see you more often. Even after months I can only get a day or two with you... and we're not even alone.'

'If it's the Tsaritsa's order then I will follow it.' You averted your eyes. Barely a sentence in and you were already dejected by his words. 'Even though... I'd like to see you more too.'

You quickly rose your chin just to catch a glance of him rolling his eyes before he quickly turned his head away.

A wide smile lit up your face and you couldn't help but instantly start to gently tease him.

'Oh my, am I mistaken or is the almighty Balladeer actually admitting his oh-so-ridicoulus wishes to a mortal? Scara, are you okay? Yore getting soft, be careful before you get so weak even a slime could defeat you!'

'Just shut up, okay?' He growled at you but you just happily laughed. He's back. 'I'm gonna take my words back if you only show disrespect at...'

'Sure, sure' you smirked. 'Just admit you have a crush on me, Weeky-mouche!'

'Your nicknames are absolutely ridiculous' he claimed, ignoring the rest of the sentence.

'Oh, so what do you want me to call you then?' The temptation was too strong, you couldn't help but wink at him which made him growl in disgust again. 'Sweetheart, perhaps? Or honey?'

'I swear, you're as annoying as that damn red scum' he snorted, referring to his colleague, Childe.

You wanted to continue teasing him but as you turned right on the path you were walking on, a small shilouette - even smaller than Scaramouche's - appeared in front of you.

'Oh, little Yu!' You gasped, recognising the little 4-years-old girl.

Her dark hair was sparkling from the light of the morning sun and it put a tiny fire into her golden eyes as well. She looked like a magical little creature in the mystical forest, surrounded by old trees and young flowers.

A precious smile lit her face up as she saw you and the little girl reached out with both of her hands.

'Miss Y/n!'

You picked her up in an instant. Your favourite thing in guarding Qingce village was the people that lived in it and Yu always had a special place in your heart.

'Are you picking flowers?' You asked her and gently brushed her hair out of her face. 'For who?'

'Mommy' explained the little girl. 'It's her birthday tomorrow!'

'You're a very kind little lady, Yu' you praised her with a gentle smile. Holding a tiny, adorable creature like her was amongst the best feelings you've experienced, next to being with your lover, Scaramouche.

You didn't realise it was mainly because you were completely touch-starved.

Yu nodded but she didn't look at you. You followed her glance and you realised she was staring at Scaramouche.

The man was standing three feet away from you, with crossed arms and a hostile look on his face.

'Who is he?' Little Yu asked from you, fixing her eyes on the unfriendly expression of Scara's.

'His name is Scaramou... Just call him Scara.'

The man and the girl stared at each other.

'You needn't be afraid of him. He doesn't bite' you said jokingly but the little child's face remained serious.

'Why isn't he smiling?' She asked quietly. Scara glared at her.

'He's a little hard to make smile but he's still a good person' you promised her.

'Are you sure?'

Her words were innocent but they hit you really hard. Your breath stopped for a second and the fake smile on your face faded away.

'Now listen here you little...'

'I am sure. Don't worry' you cut down Scaramouche, sending a warning look to him.

He stayed silent but he looked like he could explode at any moment.

Maybe the child was able to sense it, maybe not, but she tried to get out of your hug all of a sudden. You put her down carefully, not forgetting to caress her hair and rosy cheeks even though her words upset both of you.

'I'm gonna go pick more flowers.'

'Yes. Be careful in the forest.' You warned her. 'Call my name if you're in danger!'

She nodded and ran away on her bare feet, looking like a little fairy among the old trees.

Leaving you alone with Scaramouche.

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cryonme · 3 years ago

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𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐕

PART FIVE- “Just Because They’re Not Here Doesn’t Mean They Stopped Being Wonderful.”

part one here

part two here

part three here

part four here

short series- jj maybank x kook!reader

word count- 4.3k

tw- guns, knives, mentions of weed, stabbing, swearing, mentions of death, fluff 😊, angst 👿, mentions of murder, fighting, drinking, mentions of stitches and hospitals. lmk if I missed anything

a/n- don’t u all love how I said this was gonna be a “short” series and now we’re at 19.2k words total and five parts? and not even done yet? lol. anyway, this chapter is a fucking rollercoaster of emotions and shit gets really real really fast so hold onto your hats, grab some popcorn, and happy reading!

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“Wait, what the fuck?”

Your friends all stared at you with wide eyes, mouths agape. JJ’s grip tightened on your thigh, you winced a little but he didn’t let up, which you were glad he didn’t.

“Wait, your mom is dead?” John B asked, earning a smack on the back of the head from Sarah.

“You had a sister?!” Pope explained, confusion plastered on his face. “I thought that was just a ru- OW!” A smack from Kiara.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah.”

“You think you know a person then all of the sudden she has a dead mom and sister who were killed by her step brother that you didn’t know about.” John B said, a hint of humor in his voice.

“This isn’t funny, John B.” Sarah scolded.

“It’s fine, Sarah.” You assured your friend. “Look, I know I’m a shit friend for not telling you guys things about my life. Tyler, the abortion, my mom and sister. And I’ll work on getting better at it but all of that isn’t important right now, okay?” You looked between John B and Pope, waiting expectedly before they both nodded and backed off.

“What makes you say that, (Y/n)?” Kie asked you, fully turning her attention to you.

“Well when- um, when Tyler showed up at my house that day,” You swallowed your fear, sitting up straight and taking a deep breath. “When Tyler showed up at my house that day, he said ‘I did everything I could to get my mom to marry your dad. My mom doesn’t know, but what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, and now you’re ruining everything with your fat fucking mouth.’”

The room was silent. Nobody really knew what to make out of all of this, all this time you had come off so unbothered, like your life was picture perfect and there was never a dark cloud in your sky. Everything that had happened the past couple of weeks came out of nowhere for the group of friends, especially JJ, John B and Pope, who didn’t even know you had a step brother. But when the three thought back on it, they never really asked.

After about a minute of everyone sitting in shock, Sarah spoke up, “Well, we need to tell your dad and Christine, right?’

You shook your head, “Not until I have enough proof. The entire island’s eyes are on me right now and if I’m wrong I make a fool of myself. I know this is gonna sound really stupid but, I need to find Tyler.”

“No.” JJ protested, his voice sharp.

“You’re right, (Y/n). That does sound stupid.” Pope agreed.

“Super stupid.” John B chimed in.

“I love you, but I have never heard more stupid words leave your mouth.” Kiara said.

“Guys, maybe hear her out.” Sarah said.

Kie whipped her head to the side, looking at the blonde girl in bewilderment. “Seriously? I’m not listening to you when all you seem to do is put (Y/n) in more danger.”

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know what the fuck to do!” “You tell someone, dumbass!”

“Jesus, you two! Shut the fuck up!” You interjected, standing up and stomping your foot, ignoring the shooting pain going up your leg.

“I came here because I need help, not to sit here and be judged and have you two fight with each other. Kie, lay off. I begged Sarah not to say anything until I was ready, and promised not to go home until I said something, okay? And you two.” You gestured to John B and Pope, “Telling me I’m stupid for something that I haven’t even explained yet is a little premature. Can we all fucking focus?” You had your time to cry and allow yourself to be broken, but now it was time to get shit done.

Kie shrunk in her seat, muttering a half assed “Sorry” under her breath and crossing her arms. John B and Pope nodded, both boys looking down at their shoes. You sat back down and JJ’s hand returned to its rightful spot on your thigh.

“Now, just, listen to me for a second. We,” You put the emphasis on that word so everyone would be a little bit more open to the idea, “Need to find Tyler so we can somehow record a confession from him. I’ll rile him up, and once I get the confession we get the fuck out. Got it?”

“How the fuck are you gonna find him? Even the Sheriff's department can’t find him.” Sarah said.

“Right,” You responded, “First thing to consider, the police are incompetent, especially here. They probably looked at my house and his job before giving up.”

JJ chuckled, shaking his head as he listened to you talk in awe.

“Second thing to consider, I have his number. I can ask him to meet up and talk it out.”

“The more you talk, the more I really don’t like this plan.” JJ muttered, raking his fingers through his hair.

“The more you talk, the more I wanna kick your teeth in.” You smiled sweetly, “This is the only way.” You tried pulling a joke, but JJ’s face remained concerned, so your face fell and you leaned into him. “I’ll be okay, JJ. I’ve been dealing with Tyler for years, okay?”

JJ nodded, taking a deep breath before pulling away from you.

“So what can we do?”

“Wherever I meet up with Tyler, I need you all to be on standby. Someone on lookout, someone hiding near me just in case things go south, and someone waiting in the vam.”

Everyone agreed in unison, nodding their heads. “Anything we can to get this asshole put away.” John B said, giving you an encouraging smile.

After going over a few details, and finally sending the text to Tyler that you wanted to meet up, the pogues dispersed around the chateau. Pope was talking Sarah’s ear off about the latest book he had just finished while she politely listened and even threw in a couple of her own thoughts, John B and Kie playfully jabbed long sticks at each other, and JJ stood on the porch, watching you swing by yourself on the hammock, lost in thought. He was trying to decide if he should approach you, or give you space. Just then you turned your head and made eye contact with the blond boy, a soft smile on your face, your signature red lipstick back where it belongs.

Fuck space.

He bounded down the stairs and made his way over to you on the hammock, plopping down next to you. Neither of you said anything for a couple minutes, there wasn’t much to say.

“I was 14.” You said, breaking the silence, causing JJ’s head to turn towards you. He stayed silent as you continued.

“Hit and run.” You laughed bitterly. “My little sister was 12. We were finally getting to the point where we didn’t fight everyday, we were becoming friends. She had just started asking me for advice about boys and was always asking to have sleepovers.” You smiled, remembering your little sister fondly. “It still hurts. It’ll always hurt, I think. But, I’ve learned I can’t change what happened, and I try to be thankful for the time I had with her. I would say she probably wouldn’t want me to be sad, but that’s not true, she loved attention.” JJ laughed with you this time.

“What’s her name?” JJ asked.

“Layla.” You responded, her name feeling weird on your tongue. You hadn’t said her name in years. “And my mom, gosh there was no one like my mom.” JJ wasn’t asking, but you were telling.

“She just always understood, you know? She’d let me stay home if my mind was taking over, she continued to buy the ice cream I told her was my favorite when I was 7, I didn’t have the heart to tell her I didn’t like it anymore.” You frowned, staring at your hands. “Christine is great, I love her with everything in me. But sometimes I wish she was in my life under different circumstances.”

JJ nodded in understanding, taking his hand in yours and pressing a lingering kiss to it. “They sound wonderful.”

“They are- were.”

JJ shook his head, “Just because they’re not here doesn’t mean they stopped being wonderful.”

You yanked JJ’s hand so his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leaned into him, earning a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

“You’re sweet, princess.” You teased, using the nickname that you would use when the two of you fought.

“Tell anyone and you’re dead meat, baby.”

You laughed, resting your head on his chest. “What changed your mind about me?” You asked, biting your bottom lip.

JJ thought for a moment, mulling over his words to avoid saying the wrong thing.

“I never changed my mind.”

Your heart dropped as you began to pull away, feeling embarrassed.

“Uh uh uh, let me finish.” JJ pulled you back against him and you huffed. “I never changed my mind because I’ve felt this way about you all along. I’ve never had such strong feelings for a person before, so when you came along I mistook all of the signs as hatred. My mom left and my dad…” JJ trailed off for a moment, trying to put together his words in the least concerning way possible, “My dad takes his anger out on me. And I just never really learned how to receive love, or how to understand it.”

Your heart sank at JJ’s words. All those times he’d show up to the Chateau with bruises and scrapes, telling everyone to fuck off instead of boasting about how he “totally kicked that kooks ass”, it was his dad.

“JJ-”

“Mmm, let’s not do that now, yeah? Just know I’ve adored you this whole time, I was just too stupid to see it.”

“When did you change your mind about me?” JJ asked.

You pondered for a moment, thinking back on when you first started thinking of JJ differently.

“That night at the Boneyard, when Tyler showed up. I was dancing with Pope and all I could think was, ‘I need JJ’, and then there you were. I didn’t want you to ever leave my side again. When you took me back to the Chateau and sat me down on the couch, I was confused because I felt so safe and loved, more than I ever have. It was so out of the blue. Hours before we had just been screaming at each other and then I never wanted you to let me go.”

“You’re making this really hard, Red.” JJ huffed, running a hand over his face.

“What?” You asked craning your neck to look up at him.

“Not kissing you.”

You sat up from your position on his chest, turning your body so you were facing each other, your legs hanging off one side of the hammock and his off the other.

“Then kiss me.”

“(Y/n)...”

“What, scared?”

JJ didn’t say anything, he just looked at you. You had that striking red grin, and your eyes held that glint of mischief and joy.

“You were just inconsolable like, an hour ago.”

“But I’m not now.”

“I-”

“Please, JJ.” You pouted, your eyes big and your frown deep as you slowly reached for him.

And he couldn’t say no to that face.

He slowly brought his hand up to cradle the side of your neck, his thumb resting on your cheek as his face slowly leaned into yours, his hand softly pulling you closer by the neck. You brought one hand up to the back of his neck, burying your fingers in his hair as his other hand found its place on your waist. You stared at each other for a moment, noses barely touching. Your heart was beating so fast you felt like it was about to crawl out of your throat, the anticipation was driving you crazy but you were also cherishing every second of it, just being so close to him, knowing what’s about to happen.

His lips just barely brushed over yours and your entire body erupted in butterflies, goosebumps dancing all up and down your arms and legs.

“You fucker.” You teased and JJ giggled before fully planting his lips on yours. You felt like you had been on fire and had been dumped into an ice bath. The relief that covered your entire body and soul was something you had never felt before. You had kissed plenty of people in your lifetime, and nothing had ever compared to the feeling you had kissing JJ.

You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, but JJ whined and pulled you back into him, bringing you to sit on his lap as he continued to kiss you. You both giggled and broke apart when you nearly toppled out of the hammock, JJ’s hands immediately steadying you. He looked up at you while stroking your cheekbone with his thumb before planting soft kisses to your arm, trailing his lips up to your shoulder, neck, cheek and finally one last sweet kiss on your lips.

“Well it’s about goddamn time!” John B yelled as the rest of the pogues whooped and hollered, jumping up and down. Both of you flipped off your friends and JJ kissed you once more, your middle fingers still in the air.

“You’re fucking incredible.” JJ muttered once you broke yet another kiss.

“I know.” You smirked.

Once JJ helped you off the hammock, with a lot of wincing and you telling him his kissing made your bruised lip hurt, you made your way back over to your friends, an unmistakable feeling of joy filling everyone’s hearts.

John B handed you and JJ a beer, which you had to decline because of your concussion, much to your dismay, but you gladly took the joint that Kie offered you, blowing out the smoke into JJ’s mouth before taking the hit for yourself. The sun started to set on the Chateau, so Pope and John B set up a fire and Kie brought out her ukulele, her and Sarah singing in harmony to Over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole. Your heart swelled in your chest listening to JJ quietly singing along with his arm slung around your shoulders, his face was tinted the slightest shade of pink from being in the sun all day, making his eyes look impossibly more blue. You knew tomorrow brought troubles and anxiety, but you pushed them to the back of your mind, enjoying this beautiful moment with your friends. You rested your head on JJ’s shoulder, your hand coming up to hold his that was around your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss on his hand. JJ blushed and squeezed you just a little bit tighter.

“(Y/n), you staying the night?”

You smiled and nodded, your eyes a bit droopy from the weed. You had texted Christine already, telling her you were staying the night and assuring her that everyone was staying the night and you were safe.

“Yes!” Sarah exclaimed, getting up from her spot next to John B. “More beer?” Everyone apart from you nodded as Sarah made her way inside the house to grab more cold beer.

“Aw, well if it isn’t the goonies.”

That voice.

Tyler approached the Chateau, Topper, Kelce and Rafe hot on his heels.

Everyone stood up immediately, JJ pushed you behind him without a second thought.

“Heard my baby sister wanted to meet up tonight, thought I’d come to her, spare her the trouble.” Tyler said, shoving his hands in his pockets.

You were appreciative of JJ’s protectiveness over you, but this was your fight. “I know what you did, Tyler.” You said, trying your hardest to hide the shakiness in your voice as you pushed JJ out of your way, taking a couple steps forward.

“There she is!” Tyler exclaimed, gesturing his arms to you. “You don’t know shit, dumbass.”

“You killed my mom and sister.”

“Me?” Tyler raised a hand to his chest in shock and turned to his friends, who all shook their heads like you were crazy. “I would never do such a thing.” “You said-”

“Did you hit your head too hard the other day? Sounds to me like you’re making things up.”

He was trying to make you feel crazy, and you weren’t putting up with it.

“What was your plan, huh?” You asked, standing your ground. “Hit my mom and my little sister with your car, devastating my family so my dad could go running into your unknowing mother’s arms. Were you gonna kill all of us next so you could get the money? How exactly did you plan on doing that?”

Tyler’s chest was heaving up and down, sharp breaths coming in and out of his nose.

“Layla was 12 years old, you psychopath.”

“I never meant to kill your fucking sister!”

And there it was. Eerie silence fell over the Chateau like a heavy blanket.

“You motherfucker.” You shrieked, stomping forward and sending your hand flying across his cheek. Before you could even blink, Tyler had his hand around your throat and the barrel of a gun pressed to your jaw. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. You could see the pogues, Kiara with a hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes, hugging Sarah close to her, John B and Pope holding JJ back, his eyes wild with anger and fear. You could see Topper and Kelce with wide eyes, obviously unaware of the gun in your step brother's possession. You could see Rafe with a knowing grin on his face. Bastard.

You were terrified, panic surging through your body as you tried to stay still so you wouldn’t anger him with any sudden movements.

“Any of you even think about moving and I kill her!” He screamed.

“Tyler, put the gun down man, what the fuck?” Topper said, his voice calm, trying to talk him down.

“Fuck you!”

And suddenly Tyler was on the ground, the gun flying into the darkness. JJ wasted no time running to your step brother, grabbing him by his shirt collar and beating his face with his fists. You and Rafe made eye contact before both of you made a break for the gun, scrambling through the darkness. Rafe tackled you down and tried to reach for it, but you kneed him in the crotch, hoping to buy you a couple seconds. The Cameron boy groaned and held his area, toppling over and whining in a fetal position.

“Pussy boy.” You rolled your eyes and crawled toward the gun, smiling once it was in your grip before Rafe pulled you back by your ankle. You flipped over onto your back and pointed the gun at him.

“You don’t have the guts.”

“Self defense, bitch. Now get off of me.”

Rafe backed up with his hands in the air and you made your way back to the group, gun in hand, still pointed at Rafe. Tyler and JJ were going at it, both throwing punches and kicks, the rest of the group fighting off Topper and Kelce.

“Back off my friends or I'll shoot!” You yelled, and everyone stopped and turned to you with your gun pointed at Rafe. The three kooks backed off with their hands up in surrender.

“You won’t shoot me, Little Red.” Tyler said, walking closer to you.

“I will if you try anything.” You responded, taking the gun off of Rafe and shoving him forward so he was still in your eyesight, now pointing it at Tyler.

“You stay away from her!” JJ yelled, charging towards Tyler but quickly being held back by Rafe and Topper.

Tyler got so close to you that the gun was touching his t-shirt.

Why was he testing you? He had to have something up his sleeve.

The motherfucker literally had something up his sleeve.

Tyler tore a switchblade out of his jacket sleeve and jabbed it into your collarbone, and in the same second you fired the gun.

Your brain felt fuzzy, you couldn’t even feel the knife in your collarbone, the only way you knew it was there was because you could see it sticking out of the corner of your eye.

You heard screams, multiple screams.

Footsteps running away.

Was someone crying?

Were you crying?

Everyone ran to you, JJ leading the group, so he got to you first. He immediately put his hands on your face, frantically searching your eyes before you dropped to your knees, JJ following suit.

“Baby, look at me.” He said firmly. Someone gently took the gun from your hands, why were you still holding it? You brought your hand up to touch the knife, crying out in pain from the smallest touch.

“No, don’t touch it, okay? Leave it alone, paramedics are on their way okay?”

You still didn’t look at him, your eyes were wide as you stared at everyone around you, their faces full of concern.

“She’s in shock.” Pope stated. He was crouched in front of you, next to JJ. “Try to bring her back to reality.”

“How the fuck do I do that?” JJ snapped.

“Chill, JJ! Talk to her, touch her, anything!”

JJ’s left hand continued to cradle your face and you leaned into his touch as his right hand threaded through your hair. “You’re okay, okay? Can you talk to me?” His voice broke, tears beginning to fill his blue eyes.

Your eyes wandered away from the group and landed on Tyler’s body, lifeless. You let out a gasp as if all of the wind had been knocked out of your body.

“I killed him.” You rasped.

JJ quickly moved in front of the body, blocking your view of him. Your breathing was shallow as you brought your hands up to your neck, trying to claw at the skin to make way for you to breathe. Pope’s hands gently grabbed yours, moving them away from your neck and holding them in your lap. JJ gave him a thankful nod and he situated himself in front of you.

“Christine-” Your body flooded with guilt and sadness for your stepmom, that was her son. He may have done unspeakable things to you and her family but that was her son. And you killed him.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhh,” JJ was quick to stop the terrible thought. “You had to, okay? She’ll understand. Just focus on me, baby.”

You nodded and squeezed Pope’s hands, focusing your eyes on JJ’s.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Just a couple more minutes, okay?”

You nodded again. The pain in your collarbone was beginning to worsen as your shock wore off and you whimpered.

Great, you thought, another fucking injury to make my life even better.

Really your whole body hurt, your concussion and bruises worsening and stitches ripping open from Rafe tackling you to the ground.

“It hurts.” You whine, a single tear escaping from your eye, JJ wiped it before it could run down your face. “I know.” He whispered. “I know, my love, I’m so sorry.” He rested his forehead on yours, trying his best to give you as much comfort as he could without pulling you against him and driving the blade further in.

“Fuck, you guys. We didn’t get a recording.” Kie said, slapping her palm against her forehead. You removed one hand from Pope’s and worked through your pain and brought your phone out of your back pocket, tossing it on the ground, not having enough strength to hand it to her.

John B picked it up and smiled, your phone had been recording the entire time, starting just a minute after Tyler made himself known at the Chateau.

“(Y/n), you magnificent kook.” John B said, giving your arm a squeeze. You had moved your forehead to rest on JJ’s shoulder, your body posed awkwardly to avoid the knife being touched, one hand still in Pope’s.

Everyone was relieved, but the dead body in their presence and the knife in your body made it hard to be completely relieved. Once the paramedics and police arrived, JJ had to release you from his hold, watching the paramedics put you on the gurney and load you in the back of the ambulance, by yourself, for the second time.

Kiara and Pope were talking to the police, showing them the proof on your phone and the gun and walking them through everything that happened while JJ watched the ambulance drive away, as soon as it was out of sight he broke down, John B quick to pull his friend into his arms, Sarah gently leaned her head on his back, her hand coming up to stroke his back

“She doesn’t deserve any of this.” JJ cried, holding onto his best friend. He knew you were gonna be okay, the paramedics said the knife would be easy to remove and they could stitch up the wound easily, but he was worried about you. You would never be the same.

“She doesn’t.” John B agreed.

“I just want her to be okay.”

“I know, bubba, me too.” John B replied, his own tears brimming in his eyes, “She will be.”

JJ could feel Sarah shaking against him, her tears wetting his shirt and he unravelved in arm from John B to bring her into the hug. “Get in here, kook princess.” JJ teased through his tears. Pope and Kiara soon joined the group hug, comforting their friends through touch.

“What did Shoupe say?” JJ asked once they all pulled away, wiping at his tears.

“They said (Y/n)’s okay, a very obvious case of self defense, but they’re still going to ask her a couple questions once she’s of sound mind.” Pope answered and Kiara nodded.

“Thank God.” Sarah breathed out and JJ’s shoulders relaxed in relief, one less thing to worry about.

“Well why are we all just standing here?” John B asked after a couple moments of silence. “Let’s go see our girl.”

“I am still meeeeee you are still youuuuu” I couldn’t get that damn song out of my head while I was writing this

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jessikahathaway · 4 years ago

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Baby Talk - Part II

Pairing: Jikook X Reader (Jimin X Reader X Jungkook)

Genre: Surrogacy!AU, Polyamorous!AU, Romance. (Future Smut)

Warnings: Profanity, medical procedures, pining (Like a stupid amount but what can ya do), Joon and Jin get protective, mentions of pregnancy symptoms. (If I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 10.5k (I guess I'm committing to long chapters lol)

You’d hit the four week mark, and not much had happened yet.

Despite you feeling like your hormones were on a swing.

Jimin was bewildered when he came into the bathroom to find you crying on the floor. Trying to comfort you went downhill quickly because soon you were mad that he was joking around. Then you were crying again, apologizing for being so harsh.

Up and down and up and down.

But they never got mad at you. Never yelled at you and never ignored you. But you forced your emotions down deep into your heart. A place that would be locked and the key thrown away. Because you knew what was happening, and it simply couldn’t happen.

It was late and you could feel your stomach begging for something to eat. You’d gotten really hungry lately, no doubt your body trying to accommodate for the new life you were growing inside of you.

So, you hurried to the kitchen under the guise of night and made some rice and a little bit of stir fry. You put together everything, making sure not to make too much, and started cooking.

It was around three in the morning when you sat down at the table and ate your food, looking through your phone with a bored expression. Nothing interesting on social media and YouTube videos were only entertaining for so long. So, you ate your food and cleaned up before starting to head back towards your room.

Then, a large flash went off in the sky, causing you to jolt and look out into the city. Rain was pelting against the window, sounding sharp to your ears. It was a little intimidating.

Then the loud crash of thunder rang through the house.

You yelped at the noise, covering your ears in fear. You’d never particularly liked thunderstorms, but this one was coming in hot and aggressive. You pulled your hands away from your ears, just trying to focus on getting back to your room when another flash lit up the room. Your heart was hammering in your chest and you started to sweat.

Before you could think too much about it you were knocking on Jungkook and Jimin’s door. Another crash of thunder roared through the house and you swear you felt the floor shake. You whimpered in fear and fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. Did they hear you? Or was the storm too loud? Should you go in? What if they weren’t decent?

Jimin had said you could go in if something was wrong...

But did being scared of a thunderstorm count?

FLASH.

BANG.

You couldn’t take it anymore and you burst through the door with tears in your eyes. Fear causing you to shake violently.

Jimin and Jungkook both bolted up in bed at the sound of the door slamming open, and were out of bed instantly at the sight of you shaking on the floor.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you alright? Are you hurt?” Jungkook’s worried voice echoed in your ear.

“She’s trembling,” Jimin said, rubbing your back.

“I-I I’m sc-”

FLASH.

BANG.

You cried and flung your arms around Jungkook’s neck, burying your face in his chest, tears streaming down your face as you shook violently. Jungkook looked at Jimin in shock and a little bit of his own fear, but Jimin just took his hand and placed it on your head.

‘Comfort her,’ Jimin mouthed.

Jungkook nodded before rubbing your hip soothingly.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Is it the storm?” He asked, bringing his other hand to your shoulder.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, keeping your face buried in Jungkook’s neck.

“It’s alright, Jimin and I got you. You’ll be safe,” Jungkook promised.

Jimin rubbed soothing circles onto your back as the two of them tried to ease your frantic heart. Both of them knowing it can’t be good for the baby. But, also, on you. The stress of carrying a baby was already a lot, the fear of this thunderstorm wasn’t a good addition.

Soon, you had cried yourself to sleep.

Jimin took you in his arms, picking you up and Jungkook followed after him as they headed for your room.

The couple laid you down in bed, brushing your face tenderly. Jungkook watched as Jimin covered you up, bringing the sheets right up under your chin. He smiled at the soft pout on your lips, he wondered if the baby would have your cute pout.

Jimin, moved your hair away from your eyes, tucking it behind your ear gently. When he was certain you were settled he took Jungkook’s hand and headed back to their bedroom.

“God, that scared the fuck out of me,” Jungkook said, sitting down on the side of the bed.

“Me too,” Jimin agreed, rubbing his face in exhaustion.

“Didn’t know she was that scared of storms, makes me want to beat up the sky for scaring her like that,” Jungkook said, frowning.

Jimin laughed lightly, but kissed his boyfriend lovingly. “I know you would if you could, or at the very least, sue it,” he snorted.

“Ooh, yeah, that could work,” Jungkook said.

“I’d never seen her like that, so vulnerable. She always puts up such a tough exterior,” Jimin said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, maybe it shows that she’s starting to trust us. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to live with two people who are kinda strangers to her,” Jungkook said, feeling awkward.

“Well, maybe we can fix that,” Jimin reasoned.

“What do you have in mind my stunningly attractive boyfriend?” Jungkook asked, leaning forward.

“Mmm, let’s take her shopping. Spoil her a bit, you’ve got more zeros in your bank account than I can count on all of my fingers. She’s gonna need maternity clothes anyways. Imagine her all dressed in Gucci and Prada while walking around pregnant with our baby,” Jimin said, appearing to be day dreaming himself.

“That would be... nice... To spoil her, show her we care about her well being and everything,” Jungkook nodded in agreement.

“Let’s do it,” Jimin said, gripping Jungkook’s hands.

“Okay, yeah!”

Unfortunately for the couple, you appeared to be hating every second of this shopping excursion.

“Y/N! Come on,” Jungkook said, walking with Jimin’s hand interlocked with his.

“Coming, coming,” you sighed, following after them.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Do you need a break?” Jimin asked, stopping to take a look at you.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, sleepy,” you grumbled.

The boys had effectively cut off your caffeine intake as of late, and it was showing. You were more exhausted than ever, just wanting to sleep the day away, but the two men wanting to hear nothing of it today. Normally they would’ve just let you sleep, but, today was a different story.

Jimin bit his lip and looked at Jungkook with concern.

You didn’t seem to be having fun at all.

What was the point in spoiling you if you were just gonna wind up pissed off at the end of it? But maybe you just hadn’t found something you wanted yet. Jimin didn’t want to lose faith so early on, but you really were in a grumpy mood today.

Jungkook pointed out several different kinds of stores, suggesting different ones and you merely told them that whatever they wanted was fine. Feeling defeated already, Jimin told Jungkook to pick a store and maybe you’d find something you wanted in there.

Soon, you were in some high end designer store, looking around with a bored expression on your face. Most girls loved when you spoiled them, wanting nothing more than to have free reign with a credit card and a whole shopping mall. But you looked so fragile and out of place in this big store.

Jungkook looked around and found some things he wanted, Jimin too, but you were still sitting on the bench, head in your hand and looking tired.

The couple looked at each other, wondering what in the world they could do to make you smile. All they wanted to do was spoil you, make you feel better...

“Are you two with the young lady over there,” the store attendant asked, pointing at you with genuine curiosity.

“Ah, yes, she’s with us,” Jimin confirmed.

“I take it she’s not really into the whole shopping experience,” the attendant said, and the couple nodded sadly.

“We just wanted to spoil her, take her out and get her stuff she wanted. But it looks like she’d rather die than be here right now,” Jungkook said, frowning.

“Well, what are some things that she likes?” The shop attendant asked.

“Books,” both of them said quickly.

The attendant laughed at them softly, nodding.

“My wife is a fan of books too, sometimes I wonder if she likes them more than me. But, you said you want to spoil her right? Tell her that, explain what you’re doing, sometimes that helps,” he offered.

Jimin nodded, looking over at your sleepy figure in the corner of the store.

“It’s worth a shot,” he said.

The pair thanked the shop attendant for his time and headed towards you.

You looked up and tried to give the couple a smile, but it looked awkward and forced, making them frown even more. Jungkook sat down next to you, and Jimin kneeled in front of you.

“Y/N, do you know why we forced you out of your blankety cocoon today?” Jimin asked, looking at you with curiosity.

“You said you wanted to take me shopping,” you said, gazing back at him.

“Exactly, we wanted to take you shopping. Not just shop for ourselves and drag you around. We want to spoil you, give you whatever you want. All you have to do is ask and you can have it, Y/N, money isn’t an issue here,” Jimin said.

Biting your lip you felt yourself get uncomfortable. “I-I don’t really like being spoiled, you know? I um... It makes me feel weird,” you said, rubbing your neck.

“The last thing we wanted to do was make you upset,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“No I’m not upset I just feel awkward,” you explained.

“Oh, there’s no need to feel awkward Y/N, it’s just us,” Jimin reassured.

“People keep staring at us, like I’m some lame friend third wheeling on a date,” you sighed, rubbing your face.

Jimin and Jungkook both swallowed hard.

They hadn’t realized people were staring. But it would make sense, Jimin and Jungkook were known in the city and suddenly a girl is walking around with them? That did seem a bit odd. They were also regulars in this mall and no doubt the staff were looking too.

God, they had messed this whole day up.

“Oh Y/N, we’re sorry,” Jungkook said, pressing his hands to his face.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” You asked, turning to look at him with confusion.

“Not including you,” Jimin explained.

“There’s no need to include me-” you started when Jungkook cut you off quickly.

“Yes there is, you’re carrying our baby, we want you to feel comfortable and safe. Not ignored and shut out, that’s not fair to you,” he said, brushing his hair away from his face.

“Yeah, we want you to have whatever you want. As long as it isn’t unhealthy for you or the baby,” Jimin said.

“This isn’t about flexing or whatever on other people, this is about you. And what you want,” Jungkook said.

“Well,” you said, worrying your lip with your teeth.

“Yes?” Jimin said, leaning forward.

“It’s, well, I guess some new clothes wouldn’t be bad. I’ll need maternity stuff,” you told them.

“Yes! Absolutely! We can do that!” Jimin said, standing up and pulling you with him.

However, it was a little too fast for you, causing your head to spin. Jungkook was steadying you with his warm palms on your waist, Jimin keeping you upright with his hands around your wrists.

“Sorry Y/N! I-I wasn’t thinking and I got so excited, sorry,” Jimin frowned at himself.

“It’s alright,” you said, not wanting him to be upset over something that didn’t really matter.

“I need to be more gentle with you, you’re carrying our baby for Christ sakes,” Jimin huffed.

You nodded, noticing the stern look on Jimin’s face. Licking your dry lips, you looked down at your feet. You were only a month along so you couldn’t really see anything yet. But knowing there was a life inside of you made you feel a little flutter in your chest every time you thought about it.

However, you needed to get that under control.

This wasn’t your baby.

And that’s just how it was going to be.

Jimin and Jungkook had managed to drag you into a designer store for mothers apparently, because everything in here looked like it was worth a fortune. How were you supposed to pick something and wear it when you were afraid it was gonna get dirty? For fucksake you were almost certain they would be ruined by the end of this pregnancy.

“Ooh! Y/N, pink is your color,” Jimin smiled, holding up a rose colored blouse at you.

Looking down you saw small daisies printed on the shirt as well. It was cute, you had to give him that. You agreed to try it on, but only if he promised not to show you the price tag. Jimin nodded quickly.

Jungkook came around the corner, carrying a couple different articles of clothing. Mainly dresses, as they would be a comfortable and easy choice. But there were some skirts and blouses in his arms too. After finding the ones you liked the three of you were sent to the dressing rooms.

Jimin and Jungkook waited outside on the bench, demanding a fashion show from you. You rolled your eyes, but didn’t say no before you headed in and tried on a couple of outfits.

You walked out and did a little spin every time, Jungkook and Jimin giving their opinions. Which were always small claps with whistles accompanying them.

Then you walked out in a shorter green sundress that you had managed to grab on the shelf without looking at the tag, thank God. It was green with splashes of turquoise and white that made your eyes pop beautifully. There was a cutout at the top that showed a little bit of cleavage but it wasn’t an insane amount. Nothing you thought anything of anyways.

It came to your knees, and it was generous with the room in it. No doubt when you were showing it would come up to your mid thigh. Fluffing your hair you walked out and smiled at the boys. Jungkook’s eyes trailed down your body. This was the first non maxi dress you’d tried on, even the skirts had been considerably modest. So, they were getting the first glimpse at your skin.

Jimin was stunned.

You were absolutely gorgeous. A vision.

Legs looking gorgeous and long, skirt fluttering around your knees but Jimin couldn’t help imagine you when you were showing a little more. Would it ride up higher? Clearing his throat he smiles at you.

“It looks really good, Y/N, I didn’t pick this one. Did you Kook?” Jimin said, turning to his boyfriend, who seemed to still be in a stupor.

“Jungkook?” You said, looking at the doe eyed man with a little bit of worry pinching your features.

“Yes? No, it-you look amazing Y/N, did you pick this out?” He asked you.

“I did, yeah,” you answered.

“Little sneak, do you really want to stop our hearts?” Jimin teased.

Blushing you brushed your hair behind your ear and stared at your shoes. Jungkook looked at you with so much longing it made Jimin’s heart stammer. Not out of jealousy, but something else. Jimin shook the thought from his head.

Soon you were all settled back in the car, several shopping bags in the back. Jimin and Jungkook had requested a driver today, wanting to just enjoy the experience. So, the driver dutifully drove while the three of you sat in the back.

You looked out the window and watched scenery pass you by. Jimin and Jungkook looked at you, each with a similar look on their face and similar feelings in their chest. But neither of them were brave enough to admit it to themselves. Not when they almost had everything they’ve ever wanted, or what they thought they wanted...

Getting out of the car, Jimin asked the driver to have the bags delivered up to their apartment. The driver nodded before disappearing.

The three of you made your way up to the apartment, but not before Jimin and Jungkook spilled that they had a surprise for you. Looking at them with a menacing glare, Jungkook broke first as you three made it into the entryway of the apartment.

“It’s nothing crazy, just... We didn’t want you feeling like the third wheel or, you know, not a part of this. You are just as important to us as the baby you are carrying, and while you’re with us we want you happy and... so we got you this,” Jungkook said, holding out the signature blue box that made your stomach churn with how much it must’ve cost.

“Please, don’t ask how much it cost. It doesn’t matter as long as it makes you happy,” Jimin whispered.

Slowly, you opened the box and a beautiful moon pendant sparkling in diamonds and white gold stared at you. You damn near dropped the thing because of how gorgeous it was. Jungkook and Jimin froze on the spot when they saw tears starting to fall down your face.

“Do you not like it?” Jimin asked.

“Is it too much? Did we go overboard?” Jungkook worried.

“N-No, it’s beautiful,” you said, touching the pendant with a delicate finger.

“Do you want to put it on?” Jungkook asked, hoping to God that you didn’t throw this pendant back in their faces.

“Yes, please,” you said, handing Jungkook the back and brushing your hair out of the way so he had access.

Slowly, you watched as the beautiful moon swung just above your cleavage, kissing your chest lightly. It was fastened behind your neck and you turned around, looking at the two men with a bright smile on your face.

Then, they held up their wrists.

A sun and a star.

You looked and saw it was all a matching set.

“You guys, you really,” you said, smiling softly.

“Honestly, Y/N, you’re our equal in this. You aren’t just a womb we’re renting,” Jimin said. “You’re a person, with wants and feelings and we want you to feel that. More than anything, we want you happy and safe.”

“We’re so thrilled you chose us, seriously. If there’s anything you want, anything you need, name it, we’ll get it for you. Scouts honor,” Jungkook said, holding up his hand.

Feeling an overwhelming sense of emotion, more tears ran down your cheeks, making you sniffle and wipe at them with irritation. You didn’t want to cry right now, you were happy! Now, you just looked like a snotty red mess.

“Aw, don’t cry Y/N!” Jungkook said, coming forward to wipe your tears.

“God you guys are such turds, making me cry all the time,” you sniffled.

“It’s not our fault!” Jimin said.

“It is very much your fault,” you said, holding your stomach gently.

A rush of air left the two of them at you doing something so maternal. It made Jungkook’s blood burst into flames, and Jimin had to swallow a moan at the knowledge of you being pregnant with his baby. You cocked your head to the side and looked at the two silent men.

“Okay, well... Thanks for today you two... I’m glad I got to be spoiled a little bit. I’m gonna go take a shower, are we ordering out for dinner tonight?” You asked. They were still silent and you wondered what the fuck broke them when Jimin blinked rapidly a few times before clearing his throat.

“Y-You’re welcome, if you want to go again just tell us and we can,” he said, fighting to keep his calm exterior.

“Okay, I’m gonna go take a shower then,” you said again, taking off towards the stairs.

Jungkook damn near collapsed on the floor when you were finally gone.

“Jesus,” he said, panting hard.

“Do you, do you feel it too?” Jimin asked, gazing at the area where you had been standing.

“Yeah,” Jungkook croaked.

“Fuck what’s wrong with us? She’s here for us to care for her, to nurture her, not use her like some object,” Jimin said, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Jungkook rubbed his shoulders, trying to soothe his boyfriend’s frantic thoughts. He agreed. You weren’t someone for them to use and abuse... You were the mother of their child and you deserved to be respected. But God if the thought of you didn’t send their minds spiraling.

“I know... We just gotta tough it out I guess. What else can we do?” Jungkook reasoned.

“I don’t know Kook, I don’t know,” Jimin said, gripping his boyfriend’s hand tightly.

—

The six week mark came and so did the morning sickness. To start, it was just waves of nausea, but soon it turned into full blown vomiting.

It was around seven in the morning and you had barely slept a wink. You felt jittery and restless, unable to relax. But when you sat up to head to the kitchen for something to eat, your stomach flipped. Soon, you were in the bathroom getting sick in the toilet.

Shortly you heard a knocking at the door.

“Y/N? Sweetie are you alright?” Jimin’s worried voice echoed through the door.

“Yeah,” you wheezed, trying to keep yourself from hurling again.

“Can I come in?” His light tone echoed through the room.

“Yeah,” you said, feeling another rush of nausea washing over you as he comes in. You looked and saw his worried face come into focus.

“Oh sweetheart,” Jimin said, rubbing your back as you got sick once more.

“Jimin? Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice echoed in the apartment.

“We’re in the bathroom Kook!” Jimin yelled.

Shortly Jungkook’s footsteps came into the bathroom. He was frowning, knowing you must be uncomfortable and there wasn’t much he could do for you. Watching Jimin rub your back gave him a sense of comfort however.

You were struggling with your chest being tender also. Every time you moved against the toilet you felt a jolt of pain go down your spine. Wincing when you came back up, Jimin had gotten you a little cup of water. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out and standing up slowly, per Jimin’s instructions.

You brushed your teeth and told the boys you were alright. They left and you did the rest of your morning routine. Jimin came back into your room and asked if you were ready for breakfast. You nodded and let Jimin lead you to the kitchen table. Jimin, taking note of your poor start to the day, asked if you wanted anything in particular for breakfast. Thinking back you really enjoyed the Nutella and banana toast he made for you a while back.

He nodded and started the toaster quickly. Jungkook had been working overtime recently and had to leave shortly after your bathroom incident. Soon, two pieces of Nutella toast with bananas were placed in front of you.

But the second the smell of banana hit your nose, you were scrunching up your face in disgust. Jimin looked at you with confusion. Then it dawned on him: food sensitivity.

Quickly removing the plate he asked if anything else sounded good, and you came up with the weird combination that was scrambled eggs with cream cheese.

Jimin looked on with a light smile on his face as you scarfed down the eggs and cream cheese without a single nose scrunch. It always made him happy to see you eating. Keeping up your health for the sake of the baby and you made him happy.

Soon, you were done and Jimin had gone into the living room to watch some TV when you noticed him sitting there. Lounging on the couch was a normal thing, but, looking at him now you-you couldn’t put your finger on it. He just looked so good, sitting there. He’d recently redid his hair so it was a beautiful blond color. His eyes wandered from the television to you, standing there in your loose t-shirt and pajama shorts.

He licked his lips for a moment, but that was all it took for you.

The flash of his tongue made you slightly weak in the knees, causing you to grip the edge of the table for support. Jimin seemed to mistake this for a more serious problem as he was up in a matter of seconds to come to your side.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” He asked, looking at you with concern.

“I-I’m good,” you said, giving him a thumbs up. “I think I just ate too fast.”

Jimin mulled this over in his head for a moment before nodding and stepping back.

“As long as you’re okay,” he said, heading back towards the couch.

But your symptoms weren’t just limited to food sensitivity, morning sickness and random bouts of arousal, oh no... The best one was the nightmares that had taken over your sleep schedule.

Normally they were just vague things that you forgot about when you woke up. But they were becoming more vivid. More, unsettling.

You were dreaming being in pools of blood, sometimes it was yours, sometimes it belonged to the boys. Sometimes you didn’t know where it came from, but it was always there. Never to be washed away, only to drown in...

You were caught up in the throes of a particularly bad nightmare...

You’d miscarried and lost the baby, Jimin and Jungkook were heartbroken and left you bleeding out on the floor as you stared up into the ceiling, dying.

The room was tilted and everything was wobbly.

You tried to go after them, to ask for another chance. But it was too late, they were gone.

Screaming, you bolted up in your bed. Tears flowing down your cheeks at a rapid rate. Your heart was hammering in your chest so loud you swore you could feel it in your throat.

You heard the slamming of a door and soon Jimin and Jungkook barged into your room, looking around frantically until they found you on your bed, shaking and crying into your hands.

“Y/N!” They yelled, going to your sides and trying to get you to talk to them.

“Sweetie, what happened? Why did you scream?” Jimin asked, petting your hair trying to soothe you.

“I-I had a nightmare, I-I lost the baby and, then lost you two,” you whimpered, covering your face again.

Jungkook swallowed thickly, the image of you crying being burned into his memory. He hated seeing you like this. It hurt him to see you so distraught. Jimin, too, was struggling with your emotions. He just wanted you happy and healthy, free from any worry and troubles of the real world. But of course, he couldn’t protect you from everything and everyone. No matter how much he wanted to.

“Y/N, it’s okay. We’re right here, we aren’t going anywhere,” said Jungkook. You were crying violently, looking at the bed spread with blurred vision. Jimin looked at Jungkook with worry written all over his features, your smaller frame sat shaking in the bed as the two males tried to comfort you.

Jungkook hesitantly reached out to wipe the tears from your face. You looked up at the man with puffy cheeks and swollen eyes, before glancing back down at your lap.

“You aren’t going to lose us, Y/N,” Jimin reassured.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, so broken that it had both of their eyes tearing up at the sound.

“It’s alright, we’re scared too,” Jimin said, patting your hair gently. “But we’ll get through this.”

“There was so much blood,” you whimpered, biting your lip trying to keep the sobs from coming out.

“Y/N,” Jungkook said, feeling his eyes burning with unshed tears of his own.

“I was dying and you just... left me there,” you confessed.

“We could never leave you just like that Y/N, ever,” Jimin said, sounding shocked.

“We’d never forgive ourselves if something happened to you,” Jungkook whispered.

Jimin grabbed his hand, rubbing his fingers over the knuckles. He knew seeing you like this was hard on both of them, and knowing how much you truly didn’t think they cared was also hurtful. Because all they wanted was to tell you you didn’t have to leave... But it couldn’t work like that.

Jimin’s work as a high end therapist was already wobbly because of his relationship with Jungkook. As unfortunate as it is, people didn’t want his help if he was dating a fellow man.

And Jungkook had already been shamed for his love publicly, the gossip forums on the newspaper and websites having a hay day with his image. He’d worked so hard to show he wasn’t any different than a straight man when it came to his work. But, the world is a cruel place, and social norms often reared their ugly heads with Jungkook.

They couldn’t drag you into that cesspool of nasty comments and uncomfortable encounters. It was a harsh reality, but it was the one you were all living in. And there wasn’t anything they could do about it.

Jungkook wanted to scream about how it was unfair. How you sitting here with them wasn’t wrong, as long as you all cared about one another, how could it be? But they both knew how this would end.

With you walking out of their lives and your child’s life, forever.

“I’m sorry for waking you up,” you hiccuped, swallowing down the rest of your tears.

“No, don’t be sorry,” Jimin said, rubbing your shoulder.

“If something’s wrong we want you to tell us,” Jungkook said, looking at you with misty eyes.

“I-I will,” you said, wiping your face.

“Are you going to be able to go back to sleep?” Jimin asked, looking at your state with concern.

“I should be able to,” you said, trying to convince yourself of the same thing.

“We can stay with you, until you’re asleep,” Jungkook offered before even thinking. Jimin’s head snapped to the younger male, who was already shrinking.

“W-Would you?” Your soft voice spoke up.

Jimin nodded finally, crawling into the bed with you and Jungkook following suit. They each took a hand and held it tightly. Jimin drew different shapes and patterns on your palm, making you giggle when it tickled. Jungkook interlocked your fingers together, running his thumb over your soft skin like Jimin did with him when he was nervous or scared.

Sooner, rather than later, you were passed out once more, hands clutching Jimin and Jungkook’s.

The men managed to untangle themselves from you as they went back to their room, hearts heavy. When the door shut, Jungkook burst into tears.

“Oh my sweet boy, don’t cry,” Jimin said, wiping his boyfriend’s cheeks carefully.

“Jimin,” he said, forehead resting on the older man’s shoulder.

“I know, it hurts me too,” Jimin whispered.

“I just want her to know that she’s not just a convenience, she’s so much more than that,” Jungkook whimpered.

“Yeah,” Jimin said, thinking of your body curled up on the couch with a good book and a warm drink next to you. Your smile when your favorite song comes on in the car. The way you’re already so protective over the baby.

“I don’t know if it’s because she’s carrying our baby or what, but, I want to be closer to her. I want to know everything about her... God I don’t know what to do with myself Jimin,” Jungkook complained, wiping at his tears in frustration.

“We just gotta keep it in our mind that she had a life before this, and she’ll have a life after it too. S-She’s doing this because we’re paying her Jungkook. Of course that isn’t the only reason but, it is the main one,” Jimin reminded his boyfriend, and himself.

Even though the words felt hollow in the air.

“I guess,” Jungkook said.

“You’ve got work early, we need to go back to bed,” Jimin said, motioning for Jungkook to get into bed as well. The two men cuddled up to each other, each feeling like something, or someone, was missing...

Faster than you thought possible, the ten week mark had come.

It was time to get your first ultrasound of the pregnancy.

The boys were over the moon about the whole thing. Excitedly chatting in the car.

“I hope we can see the baby well,” Jungkook said, driving carefully through the street.

Jimin hummed in agreement. “Me too, the baby is still super small right now. About the size of a prune but, we’ll still be able to see them on the screen. And, we can hear their heartbeat!”

You smiled at their excitement. Bringing your fingers up you brushed the pendant they gave you, a nervous habit you’d picked up shortly after their gifting it to you. Jungkook looked at you in the rearview, playing with the sparkling jewelry piece. It made his chest feel tight, looking at you. Jimin placed a hand on his, making Jungkook focus on him for a moment.

Jimin shook his head and Jungkook swallowed thickly, knowing exactly what he meant.

Soon, you were all at the clinic.

Jimin helped you out of the backseat, getting your bag and whatnot so you didn’t have to fuss with it. Jungkook placed a protective hand on your lower back, guiding you into the building.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at the action, having to cover up your blushing with a cough. Jimin urged you to sit down while he got the paperwork, something you didn’t fight him on. You were exhausted as of late.

The boys reassured you it was normal to be tired. You knew, however, that you were a little more tired than normal. Briefly you wondered if it was because it was your first time and you’d never felt something like this. However, that didn’t sit right. You knew there was something going on, but you didn’t want to worry the boys. Especially since you were getting an ultrasound today.

Sitting next to Jungkook in the waiting room, he made small talk. Asking how you were feeling and if the morning sickness had gotten any better.

“It’s gotten worse,” you complained, leaning your head back in the seat.

“Really? Maybe we can ask the doctor to prescribe something for you,” he said.

“It should be going away soon, I’ll be alright,” you reassured, patting his knee.

“Sometimes it doesn’t go away until the baby is born, I just don’t want you to suffer if we can do something about it,” Jungkook said softly.

“If it gets too bad, I’ll say something. Okay?” You said, keeping a gentle smile on your face.

“Yeah, okay,” he agreed.

Jimin came back and took Jungkook’s hand, intertwining their fingers together. Jimin had a habit of tracing the tattoos on Jungkook’s hands when he was nervous, it made you smile.

Eventually a nurse called your name and led you back to the ultrasound room. Jungkook smiled and sat down in the chair provided. Jimin helped you up onto the table and the ultrasound tech went over what they would be looking for and opened it up for questions.

When no one had any, she proceeded.

“Okay, I just need you to pull the front of your pants down a little bit,” the tech asked, prepping the machine.

You immediately turned and looked at Jungkook and Jimin, then down at your stomach. It wasn’t a big deal, it was just a little bit anyways.

Without much more thought you pulled your pants so just the top of your panties were showing. Jungkook’s eyes widened at your actions, but he tried to keep a calm exterior. Jimin kept his eyes trained on the screen, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable.

The ultrasound gel was cold, making you jump when it came in contact with your skin. But soon it was warming to your skin and you all looked at the screen with rapt attention.

“Alright so we should see the head and curvature of the body, but other than that this is just to make sure that everything is looking good in the uterus and to see if there are any abnormalities with the baby-oh! Babies it appears,” the tech said, a big smile on her face.

“What?” Jimin said.

“There’s another head there, if you look right here,” she pointed at the screen. “Looks like you’ve got a set of twins in there!”

Jungkook’s eyes teared up, looking down at your stomach with his heart in his throat.

You were stunned.

Twins?

The first try?

Wow, you really did win the lottery.

“Oh my God,” Jimin said, hiding his face in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Way to go, got those twins first try,” you said, trying to keep your nerves under control.

“It’s all thanks to you Y/N, we couldn’t do it without you,” Jungkook reminded.

“Are you guys going to want the pictures?” The tech asked. Jimin and Jungkook of course said yes.

“Wow, look at their heads babe!” Jimin yelped as you all walked out of the clinic together. Jimin was still cooing over the pictures of the twins from the ultrasound.

“I need to put it in my wallet,” he said, bringing out the accessory shortly after.

You smiled at their excitement. You were beyond happy, you’d done it. Gave them the twins they desperately wanted. First try too. You knew that meant a few more complications, but, you didn’t want that to hold too much weight over you.

“We should call Namjoon and Jin! Tell them the news about the twins!”

You nodded quickly, wanting to tell your friends the update.

Namjoon and Jin were thrilled, obviously. Insisting that they’ll give Annie to Jin’s parents for the night so you could all get together and have a meal. Agreeing, the boys set it up for around seven thirty.

“Dress nice! I also expect to see those ultrasound pictures!” Jin said through the phone.

You snorted and shook your head, gently touching your stomach. You felt a fluttering in your chest, like you were standing on the edge of a tall building or something. It made you gasp lightly, moving your hand away from your belly to your chest. Jimin seemed to notice your movement because he was turning around in his seat.

“Everything alright there?” He asked, looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. We’re-good,” you said, pointing to your tummy. Jimin’s eyes lit up at the mention of the babies.

“Okay, tell me if you need anything,” he said, turning around and facing the front once more.

You all walked back into the apartment, Jungkook still gushing about everything. You simply smiled and went to go get ready for dinner.

Jin did say to look nice, so you picked out a few things from your shopping excursion a while back. Putting on a dress that looked skin tight but it was super stretchy, so no doubt you could wear it late into the pregnancy. The zipper on the back would be an issue but, it made you feel a little sexy. You hadn’t really done a lot in regards to your appearance around the boys, you didn’t see the need.

But, it wouldn’t hurt to do your hair and dress nicely...

You had the perfect shoes to pair with the dress. You grabbed some stockings and a few other small pieces of jewelry, placing them on the bed while you assembled everything together the way you wanted it.

Eventually, you were all set.

Except for the zipper on the back.

You didn’t understand why there was a zipper on such a stretchy dress, but fashion has its ways you guess. Reaching behind you proved unsuccessful. Quickly growing frustrated, you did the following without thinking.

“Jimin? Jungkook? Can one of you come here for a second please?”

Once the words were out, you immediately wished you could eat them.

But the damage had been done.

Both men walked in your room.

Jimin’s jaw dropped open, looking at you in awe.

You were in knee high stockings, low heels and a slinky black dress that hugged your body so perfectly it made him want to drop to his knees. Jungkook fared no better. Seeing your hair styled and a little bit of makeup on your features really enhanced your natural beauty. They both were staring, making you shrink in embarrassment.

“O-Okay, you can blink any time now,” you said, chuckling to ease the tension in the room.

“You look... wow,” Jimin breathed.

“Incredible. You look incredible,” Jungkook said, eyes trailing down your legs.

“Thank you, but, um... Could one of you please come zip me up? I can’t reach the zipper,” you said, turning your back to them fully.

Jungkook stared at his boyfriend with an almost agonized look on his face. Jimin nodded and walked forward, brushing your hair out of the way. Placing a gentle hand on your hip Jimin pulled the zipper up to the top, covering each inch of your beautiful skin.

Jungkook swallowed his noise of protest, trying to remember what Jimin had said. You weren’t an object for them to use, you were their surrogate. The woman who would be birthing their twins. And then leaving...

Jimin knew if Jungkook had walked forward to zip up your dress he wouldn’t be able to keep it together. Jimin wasn’t doing that hot either to be honest. Your hips flared out. Looking so beautiful hugged in the dress, and the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips was... alarming.

“Thank you,” you said, turning around with a smile on your face.

Jimin couldn’t help but mirror your grin.

“Absolutely, are you ready to go now?” He asked, trying to keep from getting distracted any more.

“Yeah, let’s go! I want Jin to feed me so much I burst,” you said, heading towards the door. Once you were gone, Jungkook looked at Jimin.

“This is only getting harder,” Jungkook said, biting his lip.

“Are you going to be alright?” Jimin questioned, placing his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Yeah, just... This feels wrong,” Jungkook whispered.

“What feels wrong?” Jimin asked.

“Keeping her at arm's length, I just feel awkward. Pushing her away when she’s doing something so big for us, it’s really emotionally charged and... I feel like a jerk for treating her like just another person. Like she isn’t special,” Jungkook explained, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I understand,” Jimin said, trying to smooth the frown lines from Jungkook’s face.

“Boys? Are you coming?” Your voice echoed through the house.

“Coming!” Jimin said. “We’ll talk about this later, okay? We’ll figure this out.”

—

The dinner at Jin and Namjoon’s was beyond anything you’d expected.

There was so much food and honestly, you ate a lot. Lying back in your chair, tilting your head back you sighed. Rubbing your stomach unconsciously. But the boys noticed everything. Especially how amazing you looked in that outfit.

It was just about all they could do to keep their hands off of you. Jungkook was fidgeting the whole night, being the one who sat next to you. He really tried to keep his cool, but a man could only take so much.

“So, Y/N, how does it feel to be pregnant with twins?” Namjoon asked, taking a small bite of rice.

“Honestly? It’s not been a cake walk, let me tell you. My mood swings are everywhere, my chest is killing me, food is either a hit or miss and don’t get me started on how arou-ahem,” you froze at your brazen attitude. Jimin and Jungkook’s heads snapped at your statement, looking at you with masked emotions. “Sorry, got carried away. Anyways, it’s been wild. But, I’m really glad to be doing it, you know? The boys take good care of me,” you praised, smiling at the two of them now.

Namjoon noticed it first.

The twinkle in Jungkook’s eyes at your words. How genuinely happy he seemed listening to you talk. Jimin’s body language was always engaged with you, never closing off or making it appear like he wasn’t interested.

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

This would need to be discussed...

Soon, everyone was sitting in the living room, just digesting. When you got up and said you had to use the restroom.

When the men were alone, Namjoon attacked.

“What are you guys doing?” He asked, looking at the two younger men with worry in his features.

“What do you mean?” Jimin quizzed right back.

“Listen, I’ve been friends with Y/N for a long time. I really care about her and want only the best for her. I also want you guys to be happy and healthy and have your own family, so please don’t take what I’m about to say personally but-what the fuck?” He asked.

“What do you mean what the fuck?” Jungkook asked.

“Why are you looking at her like that?” Namjoon asked, feeling his frustration rise.

“Like what?!” Jimin argued.

“Like you-Like you, are all, like... a couple?” Namjoon said, feeling the awkward tension rising in the room.

“What?” Jungkook coughed.

“We aren’t together,” Jimin said slowly.

“But do you want to be?” Namjoon asked.

Jungkook broke first.

“I don’t know,” he whispered, placing his head in his hands. Jimin was quick to comfort the younger male, rubbing his back in big, soothing circles.

“It’s a new experience for us. We just want her to be happy and healthy and safe. You know, take care of her,” Jimin explained, skirting around the question.

“Of course, but, there’s a difference between appreciation and affection,” Jin said, speaking up.

“Y-Yeah, we know that,” Jimin answered. “I’m a therapist, I know what emotions are.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“If you know what emotions are then why are you denying your own?” he asked.

“I’m not!”

“Bullshit,” Namjoon challenged.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Jimin growled.

“What’s all the angry whispering out here for?” You asked, walking back into the room. The energy snapped within an instant.

“It’s alright, just a heated debate about politics,” Namjoon joked, giving you a tender smile.

“Oookay?” You said, coming back in to sit down next to Jungkook, who was trying his best to not squirm when your thigh brushed his.

The rest of the night moved rather calmly, but not without a fierce monopoly game that almost caused a few table flips. Jungkook wound up losing and threw a mini tantrum. But it was quickly smoothed over when you promised you’d bake him some cookies the next time he had a day off.

While Namjoon and Jin were cleaning up, Jungkook and Jimin discovered your sleeping frame on the couch once more. Breaths coming in even and slow, they smiled at you. Your lips were pouting lightly, something they’d discovered was a habit when you were sleeping.

And Jungkook adored it.

He came over to your side and tried to wake you up, but when you whined and fussed he decided it would just be easier to carry you to the car. Carefully, the strong young man lifted you into his arms and towards the door. Jimin got the rest of your things all together and they thanked Jin and Namjoon for the meal and night.

But before they left, Namjoon grabbed Jimin by the shoulder. Jungkook waited, looking back in worry. Jimin waved him on, saying he’d be there in a minute. Jungkook nodded before heading out the door.

“What?” Jimin asked.

“I’m sorry about earlier, I overstepped. I didn’t mean to offend you or Jungkook. It’s just, Y/N is very inexperienced when it comes to love and emotions and having that connection. I’m worried about what’s happening to her. I don’t want her to get her hopes up and be crushed later on,” he explained.

Jimin nodded his head.

“I accept your apology. I didn’t mean to fly off the handle either, Jungkook and I have been... Discussing it. But it’s not an easy thing to come to terms with, we aren’t sure what we feel for her... We know we care about her, but is it because she’s our surrogate and we want to care for her? Or is it something deeper? We don’t know,” Jimin sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Y/N is so special. She gives without thinking, she is so dedicated to those she cares about... she’d give the shirt off her back to someone she didn’t even know. It’s hard not to love her, but... she doesn’t deserve to be pulled in a million different directions either. But you all deserve to be happy, I’m always here if you need to talk,” Namjoon offered.

Jimin smiled lightly. “That’s normally my line.”

“You guys are good people, I wouldn’t have recommended Y/N do this if I didn’t trust you. But, just... please don’t take advantage of her heart. And don’t lie to yourselves either.”

Jimin nodded, looking down at the floor with a resolute nod.

“Thanks, both of you,” Jimin said, giving a small wave before heading out towards the car. Jungkook already had you buckled and settled in.

“What was that about?” Jungkook asked, getting into the front seat.

“He wanted to apologize for earlier, he felt like he overstepped. And, he wanted to explain why he was so defensive over Y/N,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded and started the car, taking off down the road.

“Why is he so protective? Did they like, date in the past or something?” Jungkook asked. Jimin shook his head.

“N-No, Y/N hasn’t ever had a boyfriend or girlfriend,” Jimin said, resting his head in his hand.

“What? Really?” Jungkook balked. Trying to think of how someone like you hadn’t ever been snatched up before. You were a total catch! But, you did tend to keep to yourself.

“Yeah, she told me about it the day she had her IUI done,” Jimin explained.

“Oh, so-wait. She’s having a baby when she’s never, like, had sex?” Jungkook said. “Is that safe?”

“I mean I’m sure it’s safe but, she’s not... Um, she told me she’s had sex before,” Jimin said.

“Wow, how did this all come up?” Jungkook asked.

“Well, she mentioned something about wanting someone who looked at her the way we look at each other,” Jimin blushed.

“She’s so cute,” Jungkook groaned. “Well, at least she’s been with someone before. You know, had that kind of pleasure.”

Jimin coughed, rubbing his neck. Jungkook looked at him weirdly.

“What?”

“She may have off-handedly mentioned that she’s never, uh... You know, finished,” Jimin flushed. Jungkook looked floored at the information.

“You mean to tell me, that some jerk took her virginity and didn’t fucking make it special? What a fucking tool bag,” Jungkook growled.

“I don’t know the story, she didn’t divulge that kind of information. I was the one who guessed she’s never finished, and she was pretty embarrassed about it all to be honest,” Jimin said.

“That is so frustrating,” Jungkook said.

“Yeah.”

The car was quiet, save for your soft little snores coming from the back seat.

“Did you hear what she said during dinner?” Jimin asked. “When she was talking about her pregnancy symptoms.”

“Yeah...” Jungkook trailed off.

“I wish we could do something for her, I feel so bad,” Jimin whispered.

“We can be there to support her but we can’t over step either,” Jungkook said.

“I know, normally I’m the one reminding you of that,” Jimin huffed.

“I understand it’s not easy for either of us,” Jungkook said softly.

“Maybe we just need a god romp in the sheets to get it out of our system hmm?” Jimin teased, running a hand up Jungkook’s thigh. Jungkook couldn’t help the hiss that came out of his mouth at the touch. They hadn’t really been active in that way since you’d come into the house.

“Y-You know how loud I get,” Jungkook said, swallowing hard.

“Oh I’m very aware how loud I can make you scream,” Jimin winked.

“Stop, I’m already hard,” Jungkook whined.

“I bet you are baby,” Jimin said, squeezing his boyfriend’s thigh tight.

“Stop, please,” Jungkook whined.

“Mmm,” Jimin said, not sensing that Jungkook really wanted him to stop. “And what if I keep going baby? What if I snuck my hand into your pants and tugged your pathetic little cock until you came huh? Make you come all over your expensive pants and make you lick it up?”

“Jimin,” Jungkook said, cock straining against his pants.

“Yes baby? What does my baby want, huh?” Jimin asked, so sweet... Almost dangerous.

“I-I want-”

“Mmm, are we home yet?” You voice perked up from the back seat.

“Y/N?” Jimin asked, turning to look at you. Your eyes were bleary from sleep and it was obvious you must’ve just woken up. Jungkook adjusted himself in the seat, trying to hide his throbbing erection from your sight.

“Yeah?” You said, blinking slow.

“Sweetie,” Jimin cooed, brushing a few strands of your hair back from your face, even though it was an awkward angle for him.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You asked, noticing how tense the young man’s posture was.

“I-I’m good,” he said, trying to hide his arousal.

“Okay,” you said, laying your head back down.

Jungkook pulled the car into the front slot of the building, handing the keys over to the valet. The two of them brought you out of the car and Jimin decided it was his turn to carry you up to the apartment. So, the three of you all made it to the apartment in silence.

You were awake, but you weren’t feeling too terribly chatty. Sleep still at the forefront of your mind. Jungkook and Jimin hadn’t spoken since you got out of the car, and you can’t help but feel like you were in the middle of something kinda intense. The charged feeling in the room making you shift against Jimin’s chest.

He looked down at you, trying to keep himself from jostling you too much. You were exhausted. But soon, you felt bile rising in your throat...

“Jimin put me down,” you said, holding your hand to the mouth. Just as he set you down you scrambled to the bathroom and threw up the massive dinner you’d eaten. Jimin and Jungkook were rushing right after you. Jungkook brought your hair away from your face. Jimin sat down next to him to rub your back.

You got to the point where you were just dry heaving into the toilet, but it didn’t seem to end.

“Oh fuck,” you croaked, coughing hard.

“You want some water?” Jimin asked.

“No, I’m scared I’ll just throw that up too,” you whined.

“It might be better than just dry heaving,” Jimin said.

“You got a point,” you huffed, trying to keep your head from spinning.

“I’ll get you some,” he said, moving off the floor to head towards the kitchen. Jungkook shuffled forward, kind of molding his front to your back. When you pushed a little too hard against him you felt it. Wondering what it could be for a moment you pushed back against him again, when he groaned in surprise.

“U-Um, Jungkook?” You squeaked.

“S-Sorry!” He said, moving away faster than the speed of light.

“I-It’s okay, just, you know,” you flushed.

“It’s not because of you! It’s not uh, I wasn’t um,” he stuttered.

“I-I didn’t think it was?” You said, more of a question.

“It’s not that you’re not pretty or anything it’s-”

“No, I get it,” you said, smiling weakly.

“Y/N-”

“Here’s your water,” Jimin said, bringing in a glass for you to drink.

You sipped it slowly. Not paying attention. Jungkook looked like he was going to die in the corner, which made Jimin shoot him a weird look. He just shook his head as he covered his face. Jimin made a mental note to question him about it later, but his concern was on you right now.

“Have you been getting sick a lot?” Jimin asked, placing a soft hand on your shoulder.

“I mean, it’s mainly in the morning. I think I just ate too much at dinner,” you said, pouting lightly.

“Gotcha, do you feel like you’re going to get sick again? Or do you think you’re done?” He asked.

“I-I think I’m good,” you said, putting the empty glass down.

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked, making you look at him.

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, eyes getting droopy again.

“Alright sleepyhead, brush your teeth and go to bed. Need help getting up?” Jimin worried, fussing over you like any father to be would.

You stood up slowly, mindful of your dizzy head. But, when you stood at the sink you felt everything kinda snap into focus. Jimin dragged Jungkook out of the bathroom to let you do your thing, but told you to come get them if you needed anything.

Hurrying into the bedroom, Jimin narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend.

“Why did you look like you’d rather crawl into an overflowing storm drain than be in that bathroom? What happened when I was getting water?”

Jungkook looked up at Jimin could see the embarrassment on his face. Sighing, Jimin sat down, placing his hand on his boyfriend’s back.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have teased you in the car. It’s just, been a while you know? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything,” Jimin apologized.

“Y/N felt it, my... When you moved me so you could get out of the bathroom to get her the water, she was pushed up against me. And, she pushed back against me and felt my dick against her,” Jungkook said, rubbing her face.

“Oh, that is... uh, awkward,” Jimin agreed.

“It gets worse,” Jungkook said.

“What do you mean?” Jimin asked.

“I-I told her it wasn’t because of her and then I tried to tell her it’s not that she wasn’t pretty and I just threw up a bunch of words that didn’t make sense and then you were back,” Jungkook whimpered.

Jimin sighed. Jungkook had never been a genius with words, but normally he was better than that. He knows that Jungkook is mortified, Jungkook wasn’t good at mingling or recovering from blunders of the social variety. So, Jimin just sighed and gave his boyfriend a gentle kiss.

“It’s okay Jungkook, Y/N isn’t gonna hold this against you,” Jimin soothed.

“I just feel terrible,” Jungkook said softly.

“Why? It was an accident,” Jimin reasoned.

“Because I-I didn’t want her to stop,” he swallowed. Jimin bit his lip and tried to keep his anger from spilling over.

“I don’t know how many times we have to talk about this Jungkook,” Jimin said.

“We were talking about it in the car! But we’ve never talked about what we want, what we’re doing now, it's not sustainable. I’m going crazy!” Jungkook yelled.

“Jungkook keep your voice down!” Jimin reminded.

“Jimin I’m so fucking confused, I don’t know what we’re doing. What I’m doing. I-I do know one thing for certain. I love those kids, so much, and they aren’t even here yet. I love them so much, because they’re ours... But... I can’t keep doing this. Getting closer only to rip myself away, it’s killing me Jimin. If you want me to walk away, I will but, I just can’t keep giving myself hope when there isn’t any,” Jungkook cried, tears falling down his cheeks.

“I-I didn’t know you were so broken up over this,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m so confused,” Jungkook whispered.

“I am too, I love you so much but... I feel this connection to her. I know it’s normal to be grateful, but, I know it’s more than that with her,” Jimin said, moving to give Jungkook a back hug.

“Then we need to make a decision,” Jungkook said.

“You want to pursue her as a part of our couple? Like, make her our girlfriend?” Jimin asked.

“Do you?” Jungkook asked back.

“I mean... I wouldn’t be opposed,” Jimin said softly.

“I don’t want this if you don’t,” Jungkook said, turning to look at Jimin with sparkling eyes.

“I want this... I want her, but, we need to give her some time, as well as ourselves to come to terms with this,” Jimin reasoned.

“Okay,” Jungkook agreed.

“But, when we’re both ready, we can approach her,” Jimin said.

“Would this be healthy to do? I mean, mentally,” Jungkook asked.

“Polygamous couples generally tend to have better communication than the average two person couples. And with one of us being a therapist I think we could manage. I-I want to work towards that,” Jimin confessed.

“I want this too,” Jungkook said excitedly.

“Then that’s what we’ll do...”

You laid in bed late into the night. You heard Jungkook and Jimin having a disagreement. You couldn’t make out the words but, the walls were thin... You prayed to God that it wasn’t about you, or anything related to the children.

Slowly, your hand trailed down to your stomach. You didn’t think you could see a bump yet, but maybe a little something? You weren’t sure, maybe it was just wishful thinking.

You moved slightly, and you felt something in your underwear. Adjusting lightly, you pulled them down to look, and you saw a decent amount of arousal soaking into the cotton fabric. Blushing bright red you reached down to touch your hot center, to find that you were, in fact, dripping wet.

Biting your lip you thought back on the bathroom incident. Jungkook’s firm body pressed against yours, his hardened cock pressed against your ass, the hot groan he let out. Running your fingers over your slit, you gathered your slick and pushed against your clit gently.

Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through you at the sensation.

“Oh!” You gasped, hand coming up to cover your mouth in fear of waking the boys.

You did it again, causing your body to jump slightly, making more of your arousal drip from your center. Licking your lips you thought about what Jungkook’s hands would feel like instead of yours. What his body would feel like pressed up against yours naked... Jimin’s plump lips flashed through your mind for a second, making you wonder what his blond head would look like between-

No!

No no no no no!

Ripping your hand away from your weeping core you turned over and placed your hands on your head.

How could you? Those two weren’t something to fuel your lonely fantasies! They are in love with each other, and are going to have a family... Albeit you had to help with that part but, still. Jimin and Jungkook weren’t yours... They were each other’s...

But as much as you tried to tell yourself that it would never happen...

You couldn’t help but dream of the two men’s hands running over your body...

Hot breaths touching your ears...

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired. In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

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