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One for The History Books [Chapter 21] [Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw]

[Summary] You are an archivist at the Pentagon, sent on assignment to TOPGUN to catalog and report on a top-secret mission. In the days under the Californian sun, a certain naval aviator puts your once orderly life in a tailspin that you might never recover from.

[Pairing] Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!reader / Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x fem!oc

[Warnings] Mature content: swearing, (explicit) smut. 18+ only.

[Words] 10.3k

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Chapter 21 - Landfall

“You know we don’t have to open it tonight, right?” You’ve noticed Bradley has been eyeing the box with a sort of nervous apprehension—his eyes flicking back and forth while you eat, still seated on the floor.

It feels like that’s the best place with zero pretense instead of sitting on the sofa, or god forbid across from each other at the table. “It can always wait.”

That’s not to say you are not dying to know what’s in the box and why Bradley brought it. But you shouldn’t push it—especially not today. Everything still feels raw, precarious almost.

But still, Bradley took the massive first step in trying to fix the situation between you, and give you what you had been asking for him. Pushing him more right now wouldn’t be fair.

It’s hard not to feel overwhelmed. Bradley kept his suffering locked away for so long, and carried the burden of his traumas by himself while directing you away from it. Now he’s made the conscious decision to let you in.

All you can really do now is listen to him and support him in the way that he needs you to. And no matter how hard it might be for you, that also means backing off sometimes.

Bradley shakes his head in response. “I want to,” He looks at you with those warm dark eyes, still full of pain. “Because I want to make sure there’s not a doubt left in your mind that I’m giving every part of me to you before I leave.”

You can’t help but blush under his intense gaze.

“You’re really all or nothing, aren’t you?” You smile before turning serious. “But Bradley, I don’t want you to hurt yourself on my account like that. I don’t want you to tear yourself apart because you think this needs to be fixed completely, like, right now.”

Pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, you add: “I don’t doubt you. And I’ll be here when you come back, waiting for you. And the box will be here too.”

“I don’t want to lose my nerve.” Bradley admits sighing lightly. You sit in silence for a moment, contemplating.

“Then, let’s do it.” You conclude, smiling up at Bradley. “Let's get rid of the pizza boxes first, though. Do you want another beer?”

“Are you sure you’re done?” Bradley looks at you somewhat skeptically as you get up from the floor. “You ate less than half of your pizza.”

“Oh, yeah—I’m pretty full.” You shrug.

Truth is, as that pizza was the first big meal you’ve had in about a week, the three odd slices you had made you feel overly full. You only started feeling hungry after the enormous dark pit in your stomach finally dissolved—because this is not the end. This is a challenge you need to overcome. And together you will.

“Are you okay?” Bradley’s words are pointed, not accusatory in any way, but worried. “We haven’t really talked about—well, my week was absolute shit.”

You chuckle humorlessly. “Well… same here.”

Obviously, you hadn’t been okay. At all. Like, Bradley is probably too much of a gentleman to say anything, but between the bruise, bags under your eyes, messy hair, and pallid skin, you look at least partially as shitty as you’ve been feeling.

You pushed yourself through the days at work, numbed by a near-constant stream of music, podcasts, and movies, collapsing in your bed the moment you came home, exhausted beyond belief. Yeah, it sure as shit didn’t help you could barely keep anything down, the corrosive feeling in your stomach pretty much locking you up from the inside.

“But I’m okay now.” You assure Bradley with a small smile, before adding teasingly: “If you give me a kiss, I’ll feel even better, actually.”

You lean in, bending at the waist and resting your hands on Bradley’s broad shoulders for stability. With a playful grin, he obliges you, pressing his lips against yours.

“It’s making me feel better, too.” He murmurs against your mouth softly. You squeeze, feeling Bradley’s muscles move under your fingers. You’ve missed him so much, but your kisses don’t go any further than that. You can feel his hesitancy—he’s not done with his bloodletting yet.

He still thinks there is a chance you won’t want him anymore. It’s pretty clear to you that this is just as much for himself as he says it’s for you. He needs to confront his past to start making his own peace with it; only then can he move past it.

And you will let him take the lead as long as you keep going forward, supporting him every step of the way.

Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against yours.

“You good, babe?” You half-whisper, eyes closed, reveling in his proximity.

“Much better, darlin’.” Bradley murmurs back, his voice deep and rough. It sends a jolt down your spine.

Not the time.

Putting the pizza boxes in the kitchen and grabbing two more beers, you sit back down on the floor next to Bradley. He’s fidgeting, peeling the label off his nearly empty drink.

You pop the new bottles open, offering him one. In a single swig, he empties the beer he had been nervously handling, setting it back on the small coffee table off the side before accepting the new bottle.

Reaching out, he pulls the box closer so it sits just between both your legs. His hand rests on the lid for a moment.

“Do you want to open it?” You quirk your eyebrow at Bradley’s sudden request. Gently putting your hand over his, you shake your head with a ghost of a smile on your lips.

Your instinct keeps telling you to help him, ease his discomfort, and carry the brunt of the situation because you know you’ll be able to handle it. You would do anything to lighten his burden, but some things are not up to you. You understand now this is not one of them. There’s no need to tell him—he knows—he needs to do this.

As Bradley slides off the lid, you can’t help but lean forward to get a good look at the contents of the box. The entirety is messily filled to the brim with pictures and what looks like albums. Some seem to be thrown in haphazardly on top of the rest, edges bent and damaged from being jostled.

“Oh…” The sound escapes you involuntarily as you realize what’s on the pictures. They are family pictures. Bradley’s family. Your heart clenches for a second—Bradley really took your words to heart.

“It’s ehm-,” Bradley hesitates for a moment, clearing his throat, searching for words. “These are all the pictures I have left from my family.”

Your head snaps to look at him—Bradley is looking forlornly at the pile of pictures, fingers tracing one that is on top before grabbing it. He studies it for a second, and then wordlessly shows it to you. Your eyes flicker over the picture before returning to his face.

“I don’t really—I have no idea what to do with this.” He admits with a deep sigh. “I wanted to show you, but now that I opened it…” Bradley trails off.

“Is that you with your little league team?” You smile up at him kindly, pointing at the picture in his hand. “Where was that taken?”

You gently guide his hand closer to you both, so you can look at the photo better. There’s a gaggle of kids in the picture, all still very young in cute and messy little baseball uniforms.

“I - I think that’s still back in San Diego.” He starts hesitantly. “I think I was too young for little league there, that must be something like the local tee ball team.”

“Which one are you? — Wait, don’t tell me. I want to see if I can guess.”

Having faced a myriad of difficult decisions and situations in his life, Bradley didn’t think he’d view opening a box of old pictures as such a hurdle. His heart is beating loudly, and he has to consciously keep his hands steady.

He hasn’t really thought it through, and he hadn’t really prepared—he barely remembered what was in the box, or what state it was in. What was he actually going to do with this?

Somewhere, having to go through those pictures was always going to happen, but he’s been putting it off for so many years now that he can barely believe the moment is here.

But for one thing, he knows he can rely on you. Your kindness, your empathy. Your love. You wouldn’t let him struggle through this by himself. Like now. With gentle questions, you steer his thoughts away from anxiety and focus on the small things.

You keep guessing wrong which kid he could be, picking ones that have darker hair. Not being able to keep a small grin off his face, he points to the small and skinny kid squinting against the sun in the second row.

“No.” You look at him with comical disbelief. “You were not that blond as a child.”

You scoot closer to him as you bring his hand with the picture up to your face.

“That’s a trick of the light though, isn’t it?”

“Nope. Wait, I’m sure there’s more in here.” Bradley grins despite himself. “I think there might be a whole baby album.”

“Well, I for sure need to see that.”

Bradley leans forward, casually rifling through the pictures at the top of the box. Not being able to stop yourself, you spring up to stop him.

“Bradley, the pictures will get damaged like that.” You admonish him mildly as you carefully pick them up one by one and setting them aside. “Your memories deserve to be handled with care, don’t you think?”

“You’re right.” He concedes as he feels his heart do a strange little jump. It’s almost painful, but it gives Bradley a strange feeling of elation. Back when he was moving around a lot from his childhood home to college, to boot camp to his first station, he simply consolidated all pictures into this box without much thought.

And here you are, carefully picking every picture up and arranging them in neat little piles on the floor next to the box. The gentleness of the gesture feels deeply intimate. Like you give every snapshot of his life a little bit of attention as you handle it with so much respect. Kindness. Love.

A kind of mercy he hasn’t allowed himself in all these years.

Much more carefully, he pulls out the baby blue album. His baby album. In all these years, he didn’t think he’d actually be looking through that again. That’s a thing for moms to do, right? Show every embarrassing childhood picture to your girlfriend and tell them every awful story.

For a second, Bradley thinks about Mav - he knows so many stories. He was there for them for all those years. As were many others that flew with his dad, although not as much.

In the end, Mav was there for more stories of them than his own dad was. His mom was there for all of them—well, almost all of them. Some teenage mistakes Bradley would rather take to the grave, and would be more than happy if Mav did too.

Throwing up riding on the back of Mav’s motorcycle when he got too drunk for the first at a house party at the age of 15 would be one of those. Mav had laughed at him so hard, Bradley was sure would never live that one down. In all fairness, he never told Bradley’s mom what happened. He just got Bradley home.

Bradley leafs through the baby album, your chin on his shoulder, loving the little notes his mom made. The first plate of spaghetti (it was a massacre), the first time on a swing (never wanted to get off), first day at preschool on base (many tears), on the pier waiting for daddy to come home.

“You look so annoyed there.” You chuckle, pointing at the picture of a 3-year-old Bradley holding a scrunched-up welcome home sign in his little fists, barely dried tears staining his rosy cheeks.

“Oh man.” Bradley laughs lightly. “All I remember from that is we just stood there on the pier—it took forever, and it was so hot that day.”

He pauses, trying to remember.

“I begged for an ice cream and my mom would tell me it’s a little bit longer; we had to wait for dad.” He reminisces. “That must have been the longest carrier docking in all history.”

You giggle, thinking back to the past summer. Waiting for the carrier to dock and the sailors to disembark was tortuous under the summer sun for you, let alone for a small child.

“The next time I remember waiting like that…” Bradley trails off, suddenly deep in thought. “My dad never walked off the carrier.”

You hold your breath for a second.

“Only Mav came back.” Bradley swallows. “I could barely understand why we were there. Why we were leaving without dad.”

“That must have been really hard.”

“I mean—I don’t know… I was so young, it took me a while to comprehend my dad really wasn’t coming back.” Bradley has a pensive look on his face, as he stares at the far end of the room rather than at the album in his hands. “I remember much more vividly suddenly having to move out of our house, going out of state, living in a smaller place just together with my mom.”

“How old were you?”

“Barely four. I think?” He shifts uncomfortably. It was easy to talk about the light stuff, although it always inevitably leads to dark memories. His dad not coming home, his mom always crying, moving away. Exactly the things he doesn’t like thinking about.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You supply sincerely. God, his dad died so young.

“‘S okay” Bradley mumbles.

“Is that why you never wanted me to wait for you at the pier?” You inquire carefully, remembering Bradley’s exact argument of it being too hot and too boring.

“Yeah, no—a bit, I guess. But, no one had ever been waiting for me, you know?” He leans his forehead against the heel of his hand. “I went through all those rites of passage in the Navy by myself, just me. I thought I was fine with that.”

You regard him carefully as he still stares ahead, but you’re not sure he actually sees anything.

“I mean, none of my friends or girlfriends ever came. Sure as shit never invited them.” He just drops that casually into the conversation as you feel your eyebrows pull into a slight frown. “I guess none of them were tenacious enough,”

His eyes finally meet yours as he grins.

“Or pigheaded enough to just go find everything out and show up.”

You scoff lightly, a grin pulling at the side of your mouth. “You say that as if you didn’t want me to be there.”

“No, no, darlin'—I fucking loved it.”

“Do you think you are that undeserving?” Your question cuts sharply through the conversation.

“What do you mean?”

“You say I was pigheaded for showing up, but you were just as pigheaded for not inviting me—or anyone for that matter.” You cock an eyebrow. “So don’t you think you deserve anyone to wait for you?”

Bradley sighs heavily.

“I suppose—I guess because there might be a day I don’t walk off that ramp, and I thought it would be easier if no one is waiting.”

“You believe that to be the inevitable outcome?” You intone mildly.

“No, no—I just…” You can tell by his manner, Bradley is getting frustrated.

You’re digging.

Back off.

Let him take the lead.

“I’ll wait for you here at home or on the pier—wherever you want me to be.” You sooth.

“I’m sorry.” Bradley apologizes softly. “I don’t mean to be so dark about it.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too.” You reply. “We don’t have to talk about it now. We have plenty of your pictures to go through.” You joke lightly, before adding more solemnly: “And we’re here for each other. That matters.”

“That’s all that matters” Bradley replies, pressing a kiss to your temple.

For a few moments of silence, you look through the next pages of the album. Bradley’s mom’s neat script shortly commentates every milestone. She clearly took a lot of care in making the album and took pictures prolifically.

Back then—before the age of video calls and digital photography—you suppose it was the only way to document everything that had been happening at home while Bradley’s dad was away.

“Your mom is so pretty.” You lightly trace the edge of the photo, adding: “I can see where you got your looks from.”

Bradley chuckles in response. “You should see my dad—wait -” He leans forward to grab another album from the box. As he lifts it out, pictures slide from the pages, falling out of the bottom. You quickly sit up, helping Bradley tilt the album on its side, so the pictures top falling.

“For fuck’s sake.” He sighs, annoyed.

You pluck the pictures that fell out of the box. They are wedding pictures of Bradley’s parents—they look resplendent, both dressed in white, smiling broadly. They are an incredibly good-looking couple. It strikes you how much Bradley looks like his dad—tall, generous smile, and of course the mustache. He looks dashing in his Navy whites, the same way Bradley does.

“You really look a lot like your dad.” You say pensively. “But I definitely see your mom in you too.”

“Mav used to tell me how much I resembled my dad when I was growing up.” Bradley carefully cracks open the album to straighten some loose photos. “I always took a lot of pride in that. Recently, he mentioned my temper is definitely my mom’s.” He chuckles dryly.

Carefully, you tuck one of the photos that fell out between the empty page. “Do you agree?”

“My mom…she—she always kept up a brave face.” Bradley shrugs somewhat uncomfortably. “She would never get really mad or sad, even though… she was. She would always hide it from me.” He slowly leaves through the album, eyes running over the pictures of the happy couple. “All the way to the end.”

Bradley pauses for a moment, as you tuck the other picture that fell out on another empty page.

“I overheard my mom and Mav have an absolute blow-up argument at the hospital. That was months before she passed away— I’ve never heard her so angry, like, screaming at each other. They stopped arguing the moment I walked into the room.”

“I was nearly 18, not really a kid anymore, but mom never told me what they argued about. And even then, she would only cry when she thought I couldn’t hear.”

“It sounds like she was trying to protect you.” You supply kindly.

“I think she bottled everything up to the point of explosion.” Bradley sounds distant. “I guess I’m kind of the same way.”

“I still think…” Bradley swallows before continuing. “I believe that she never really got over my dad’s death. Mom would look at these pictures every day in the hospital, and I think she bottled up all her grief for so many years, it broke her heart for good.”

“I’m sorry, that’s really sad.” You say softly.

“I try not to think about it too much.” Bradley shrugs again, in a slightly more agitated manner. “It just makes me think about how she spent all those years grieving by herself and I couldn’t help her… was she ever happy again?”

There’s no answer to that question.

“I think you can be happy about things even when still feeling the loss, because it’ll always kind of be there, right?” You begin slowly. “And our mom still had you. From what I hear, she clearly loved you a lot, going to great lengths to protect you from her pain. Maybe your happiness became her happiness.”

“I hope it did.” Bradley sighs. Every page turned, every picture finally uncovered again, is like the weight is slowly rolling off him. Bottling up hurts. And it hurt for so long, the pain became a constant background noise. You’re right, he’s had moments of happiness despite the pain. Becoming a pilot despite the odds. Making it to TOPGUN. Surviving that mission. He’s been happy with you.

It’s mostly in hindsight that he’s aware of the grief he still has in him at every moment. Bottled up. Closing the wedding album, he traces his fingers over the cover. It’s a matter of perspective.

Ironically, he pushed the happiest memories into a dark corner—literally in the back of his closet—never looking it at them because he couldn’t separate the happiness from the grief. And maybe, they don’t need separating. You’re right, the loss will always be there, but that doesn’t mean the happiness of those moments disappears.

Ultimately, Bradley is becoming more and more sure of one thing. He couldn’t do this without you. He wouldn’t want to do this without you. Putting away the album, he wraps his arm around your neck, pulling you against him. You easily accept his gesture and lean into the hug, putting your arms around him.

Bradley realizes that today is the first time in many years he allowed himself to reach out to someone for comfort emotionally and physically and that it was so readily given to him. Finally, the ever-present pain seems to dull.

“Thank you for sharing all this with me.” You whisper against his neck.

“It feels right.” He admits. “Things just feel right with you.”

You can’t help but smile as press yourself into Bradley. You’ve struggled with how… right things feel with Bradley. Always aware with the looming of darkness in the back of your head that this thing might not be more than a blip on the radar. Just a temporary madness.

Like a knot being pulled loose, a new calmness anchors itself in you. It feels right. You can finally, unequivocally accept that.

Slowly untangling from each other, you talk about look through one of the pile of pictures. Bradley laughs as he talks about breaking his nose during a training game in middle school baseball after a pitcher from the opposing team nailed him in the face as he was batting. Convinced he did it on purpose, Bradley waited for him after the game and started a fight. Getting a black eye and detention to boot, he elected to call Mav to pick him up and go to the hospital, too embarrassed to call his mom.

“God, that dude was massive—had at least 50 pounds on me. I have no idea what I was thinking.” Bradley rubs his hand over his eyes, still laughing.

“What did Mitchell say about it?” You ask, laughing too.

“Mercifully very little—all he told me was to get my temper in check or to get stronger and learn how to fight better.” Bradley grins as he rummages through the box.

“Solid advice.” You drawl sarcastically. Although you haven’t worked with Mitchell much directly, you’ve seen plenty of him in action and his unorthodox method of leadership. You are not at all surprised he would tell a 12-year-old that.

Bradley suddenly stills as his hand comes upon an object of smooth wood. He tries to keep his breathing even - fuck.

He forgot this was in here.

You notice the sudden shift in Bradley’s demeanor, his hand half-hovering in the box, clutching an oddly shaped box. The moment you catch a glimpse of the dark polished walnut, the realization strikes you. It’s a display case with his father’s funeral flag and medals. Judging from Bradley’s reaction, it’s not a pleasant find.

“I - I -” The words are dying in Bradley’s throat. When he turns to you, you see the panic in his eyes. Carefully, you reach out to him, resting your hand on his shoulder. You don’t speak, leaving Bradley space to sort his thoughts and emotions.

He pulls out the display case, weighing in his hands hesitantly. He sits in silence, looking at the neatly folded flag behind the glass. Bradley swallows heavily, like he wants to say something, but the words won’t come. You rub your hand in soothing circles over his shoulder. You bite your lip to stop yourself from speaking. He needs this.

“My dad was Mav’s RIO.” Bradley’s voice is so soft, so broken, you would have missed his words if you had not been looking at him. “He died ejecting from their aircraft over the ocean.”

You move closer to Bradley.

“He just didn’t walk off the boat one day.” His fingers run over the wooden sides of the frame. “And I barely remember.”

Bradley pauses to steady himself.

“I don’t know where the stories from my mom and Mav start and my own memories end—like playing the piano. I know my dad used to teach me simple tunes, but I…” He trails off for a moment. “But I remember the piano gathering dust for several years a lot more, and my mom crying when I started taking lessons.”

From the corner of your eye, you see Bradley blink rapidly.

“You know…,” You lick your lips nervously, trying to choose your words with care. It kills you to see him like this. “Memories are just one aspect of remembering. We remember through our actions too.” You turn to look at Bradley. His eyes are wet, as he stubbornly stares at the display case.

“Whether it’s through telling those stories, pictures, or playing the piano,” You continue, voice gentle. “That’s how you keep memories alive.”

Bradley doesn’t reply, eyes still trained of the blue and white of the folded flag, fingers twitching.

In a sudden move, he pulls you against him, practically dragging you from your spot next to him into his lap. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers are digging into your flesh as he seems hell-bent on crushing you into him.

You let him.

You run your fingernails through the short hair on the back of his head comfortingly. Bradley is taking shaky breaths, his shoulders jerking lightly..

He can’t remember the last time he cried. Was it as his mom’s funeral? Or some time when he got way too drunk after boot camp? But now he can’t seem to stop himself. The tears just keep coming, like all the pain is suddenly fresh again.

You don’t say anything, and Bradley appreciates that. He presses himself into you like he wants to drown himself in you, trying to focus on your soft breathing to calm himself down.

You have no words to help Bradley feel better, but sometimes it’s not necessary to speak to offer comfort. So you sit like that together on the floor, wrapped up in each other. Time could have been standing still all around you, and you wouldn’t have noticed.

Eventually, slowly, Bradley’s breathing evens out. It’s like the atmosphere evens out with it—the final slivers of tension, the precarious balance of emotions and rawness in your hearts— start dissolving around you, leaving only love.

Bradley presses a kiss against your jaw and whispers a thank you.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, babe.” You chuckle, hugging him a bit tighter against you.

“I’m thankful for you.” He replies sincerely, pressing more kisses against the column of your neck. You pull away a fraction to capture his lips with yours. Lightly biting down on his bottom lip, finally, he tilts his head in such a way that lets you deepen the kiss. You can’t even describe how much you need this: to feel Bradley again.

Gracelessly, you try to get up while guiding Bradley up with you without breaking the kiss. It’s a mess of limbs and hurried movements. You stumble as your foot gives out from under you, nearly falling onto the sofa. Bradley easily catches you.

“Fuck - my foot is asleep.” You wince as the pins and needles shoot up your ankle.

Bradley laughs. Light dances in his eyes as he hoists you up, legs wrapped around his waist. Seeing him like this makes your heart soar.

“Don’t let go of me.” He warns you, still smiling.

“I can’t.” You echo. “I don’t think I ever can.”

With practiced ease, Bradley steers you both to the bedroom. You’ve spent the evening in the past and you need to get back to the present to ground yourself in each other.

The bedroom is a mess; sheets crumpled, pillows strewn around the bed. But neither of you cares. Bradley gently lays you down on the bed, your legs still hooked around his hips while he rests one knee on the mattress for stability.

His hands run up your sides, bunching up the silk of your blouse. Your breathing gets heavier as you feel his large warm hands through the fabric. Your fingers dance up his forearms, past his elbows, over the rippling muscles of his upper arms, pulling yourself up by his shoulders as you sit up to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

Gently grabbing one of your wrists, Bradley slowly lays you back down.

“Let me take care of you now, darlin’.” He practically purrs. A giggle escapes you as his lips latch onto the column of your throat, his thumb running over the erratic pulse point on your wrist.

You sigh as you close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel even more. Bradley’s free hand is deftly undoing the buttons of your self-proclaimed armor. Arching your back off the mattress, brushing your bra-clad breasts against his chest, the silk shimmies off your body.

Momentarily leaning back, Bradley easily shrugs off his own shirt as you pull your arms from the sleeves—both garments end up somewhere in the dark of the room. Not missing a beat, you trail kisses up his broad chest towards his neck. Lightly biting down on Bradley’s collarbone, he hisses. You love that sound.

Fingers brushing down his stomach, you feel his muscles move under your feather-light touch as you reach the waistband of his jeans. Before you can do anything else, Bradley swipes your hands away, smoothly bringing them over your head and pinning them down.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He murmurs against your lips, free hand undoing the button of your slacks, and slipping into your panties. “I’ll take care of you.”

You moan in response. Bradley wastes no time running his fingers up your slit, rubbing your clit at a tortuously slow pace. He knows your body almost as well as you do yourself; keenly feeling when to speed up, add pressure, mapping out every sensitive spot.

Your hands twitch, but Bradley doesn’t yield his grasp on your wrists. His lips travel down from your jaw, over your throat, nipping on your collarbone, down to the lace edge of your bra. The sensation of his hot breath through the thin fabric makes your head spin. You arch your back, trying desperately to maximize contact.

“Plea- please.” You beg in a whisper. Bradley just grins as he gently nips at the flesh of your breast. He has a need a regain control, a push to assure you, but mostly himself, that despite your relationship fundamentally changing with new emotional depths he never explored with anyone like that before, he is still him.

He plunges two fingers into you, his thumb on your clit finally speeding up. Bradley leans back up just a little, hearing you whimper at the loss of contact, so he can take a good look as your body moves under him—hair mussed, blush spreading down your chest, breathing heavily as you buck up against his hand.

Fuck, you look so good, you feel so good.

And you’re like that just for him.

Your eyes search Bradley's—pupils blown, dark with desire, a light blush dusts his cheeks—they are filled with warmth. Love. You tilt your hips up, muscles taut, as the pressure starts building in you. Bradley immediately responds to you without needing a single word, knowing exactly what you need: his fingers hooking up in you, moving in tandem with his thumb. It tears an incoherent moan from you.

Finally he releases your wrists and without hesitation your hands tangle into his curls, pulling his mouth to yours non-too gently. As he leans over you, never missing a beat, pumping his fingers in your pussy relentlessly, he uses his other hand to push away the lace of your bra. His fingers immediately pinch and pull your nipple, adding to the building pressure in you.

“Bradley…” You moan unabashedly. His skin is so hot under your touch, everything about him sets you aflame. You buck your hips harder, feeling so close already. Bradley drags his teeth along your collarbone, stopping at the pulse point at your neck, and biting down.

You scream out in ecstasy, your muscles coiling tight, wrapping yourself around Bradley, pulling him along in your wave. Bradley’s mouth crashes into yours, swallowing your scream. As your cresting wave makes landfall, a calm settles back into your tired bones, and suddenly tears spring up behind your closed eyelids. Bradley is still kissing you deeply, his tongue moving against yours, devouring every thought.

You break the kiss to catch your breath, your teary eyes meeting his for a few seconds. As he hovers above you, you take every bit of Bradley in. Your muddled brain tries to come to a coherent thought, but in the end, you feel it more than you can formulate it.

You are the luckiest girl alive.

Hands moving of their own accord, you reach for Bradley, nails lightly raking down his chest. Bradley pulls you up with him, cradling your face in his hands as he presses a kiss on your lips. You pop the button of his jeans, sliding your hands down his boxer shorts. Grasping his rock hard shaft, you start pumping slowly. Bradley groans as he nibbles your bottom lip.

“I’m not done with you yet, darlin’.” He teases.

You giggle softly. “But I want you.”

Bradley only responds by unclasping your bra and sliding it down your arms. You press yourself against him, wanting to feel him against you. His hand is massaging your breast, tweaking your nipple, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine.

Skimming his fingers down your sides, he tugs your slacks and underwear down your legs in one smooth gesture. They end up somewhere in the darkness of the room, along with the rest of your clothes. You push his pants down his thighs—he easily steps out of them and you pull him with you onto the bed.

His hot mouth is on your tits, as you palm his cock.

“I need you inside me.” You breathe. Bradley doesn’t respond at first, kissing and nipping his way down your body.

“I’m still not done with you.” His breath is hot against your soaking pussy. You whimper, blindly reaching for his hair as his tongue presses against your still-sensitive clit. Hooking your knee over his shoulder, using the leverage to tilt your pelvis just so, you know you’re not going to last very long under his assault. He squeezes your thigh as you tug his hair painfully. You roll your hips against Bradley’s face, setting a much-needed feverish pace. He acquiesces, tongue flicking against your clit without break, tearing a litany of swears from you.

“F- fuck, Bradley - don’t stop,” You beg, breathlessly. “You’re so fucking good.”

His free hand harshly squeezes your breast, pinching and manipulating the nipple as he hums—you feel the deep vibrations go through your core. Your body feels electrified, the pressure building in you from Bradley’s onslaught. He can feel your body stiffening, hips jerking, breath quickening. He knows you’re close, and he wants to pull you over the edge of pleasure.

You are mumbling incoherently, Bradley’s name on your lips like a prayer, as the coil in your stomach is wound almost painfully. Just a little bit more. He is relentless in his mission, tongue lashing against you. Splaying his hand on your lower stomach, Bradley stills your hips, building the anticipation even more.

Just when you think you cannot take it anymore, the coil in you springs. You cannot even begin to care how loud you are right now. Bradley is still holding you down, his mouth buried in your pussy as you cum, moans filling the room.

It feels like your breath has been ripped from your lungs. You are only vaguely aware of the tears leaking from your screwed-shut eyelids—your brain feels like it has been disconnected from your body completely, static electricity flickering through your veins.

“Fuck, darlin’…” Bradley is panting. His voice is suddenly close, concerned. “Hey, are you okay?” His finger trails down the wet streak down your cheek.

Slowly opening your eyes, colorful spots filing your vision, you look up at Bradley. You don’t know why there are tears on your face. The intensity of the moment is overwhelming, but you aren’t sad in any way.

“I’m okay.” You croak, softly pressing your lips against his, tasting yourself on him. “You just completely blew my mind.” You joke lightly.

“I’ll accept that reason.” Bradley grins. “Do you need a break?”

You shake your head almost petulantly. “No, I need you.”

“Please.” You add softly, wrapping your arms around his neck. You want Bradley close.

“Anything you want, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear. “Anything for you.”

He slides his cock into your slick pussy, drenched in your own cum, in one swift motion, filling you to the hilt. You moan as Bradley swears under his breath.

“Fu- fuck, darlin’, you feel so, so good.” His voice is deep, rough, and so close, his mustache is brushing against the shell of your ear – it’s sending shivers down your spine.

Bradley sets a slow, almost leisurely pace. He wants to savor this; your blushing face, glassy eyes looking up at him as you wrap yourself around him. Your look of love. This is how he wants you committed to his memory forever, and quietly wishes this would be the look he would see in his dreams.

In the meantime, he will make to be worthy of that look every day. So you will look at him like that every day. Only at him. Your fingers are running down the side of his face, a small smile gracing your lips. He grabs your hand and presses a kiss against your palm before intertwining your fingers with his, squeezing your hand as he rolls his hips against you.

It feels so intimate. So much more intimate than ever before.

You always tried to be strong, but you had also shown your vulnerability and insecurities to him. You cried, you were angry, your hands shook when you unbuttoned his shirt. Now that you know him, arguably better than almost anyone else, Bradley cannot help but feel like the axis has tilted. He trusts you. With himself, with his pain and his love.

Admitting and accepting that makes everything so much clearer.

“I love you.” The words come out naturally. It’s a verbalization of what he’s been feeling for a long time now and saying the words is familiar, because really, he’s told you many times in many different ways already, just not with those words.

“I love you too.” You gasp. “S- so much.”

Leaning on his elbow, fingers still intertwined with yours, Bradley speeds up the pace—his cock driving into you hungrily. Your tits bounce deliciously every time he fills you to the hilt, your hips rising to meet his every move. He missed you so much, he knows he’s not going to last long.

You feel Bradley’s hips starting to stutter irregularly as he’s speeding up, a light sheen of sweat forming on his brow. Your nails rake over his back, tilting your hips for more friction. Bradley groans, brow furrowed as he searches for release.

“Will you cum for me?” You encourage sweetly. “Cum for me, Bradley, I need you.”

How can he refuse, when you ask him like that?

Bradley pounds into you, your moans and his swears filling the room. He squeezes your hand painfully, as he closes his eyes for a moment, never losing the relentless pace.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m so close.” He grinds out.

“Please, Bradley -” You beg in a whispery voice.

Bradley moans loudly, swearing as his movements turn erratic, trusts turning irregular until his hips stutter to a halt. Breathing heavily, he rests his forehead against yours—your breath mingling before his body slowly sinks into yours. Together you lay there in a bubble of contentment, between the messy sheets, clothes strewn around and the chaos of your week.

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“Darlin’, are you awake?”

You blink heavily against the sunlight streaming into the room. You went out like a light last night. Both Bradley and you were so exhausted from everything that happened that week, you pretty much fell asleep on top of each other. You only managed to go to the bathroom before completely conking out, Bradley was already fast asleep by them.

“Wha- what time is it?” You ask, voice thick with sleep. It’s only as you gain some awareness of your surroundings, you notice Bradley is not in bed with you anymore, rather standing next to it, bent over you. He’s dressed in only his boxers, while you are still naked under the covers.

“It’s a little past 11.” He replies, pressing a kiss on your temple. Fuck, that late? “But more pressingly, sweetheart; you don’t have any coffee. Actually, you don’t have much of anything in the house.”

Oops.

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to go shopping.” You mumble, rubbing your eyes.

“And here I was going to make you breakfast.” Bradley teases. “Come on, get up. At least let me take you out.”

“I need to shower,” You yawn, scratching your head. “Ugh, and wash my hair.”

“Well, let’s go take care of that.” Bradley grins, as he scoops you up from the bed, causing you to squeal in delight as you scramble to grab onto him. He effortlessly pulls you up from the bed, the covers still wrapped around you. You laugh together as he carries you out of the bedroom.

The shower take way too long—mostly because you spent less time washing, and more time pinned against the tile wall, moaning in ecstasy. Gasping for breath, wetter from sweat than water and Bradley’s cum dripping down your thighs, you end up kicking him out of the shower. You’re going to be stuck there for the rest of the day and your water bill will be through the roof. He leaves you with a wink.

You make quick work of washing your hair, lathering it with conditioner and shaving for good measure. Hair wrapped in a towel, you get dressed in comfortable jeans and a simple cotton shirt. You’re going to need to blow dry it before you go out—also you should really do your makeup. The bruise is slowly getting over the worst of it, but it’s still pretty visible.

Head bent down, rubbing the towel through your hair, you walk into the living room. From the corner of your eye, you see Bradley sitting on the couch, fully dressed already. “Babe, are we really out of all coffee?” You’re dying for a cup.

When he doesn’t immediately respond, you look up, holding the towel up from your face. Bradley is gingerly holding his parent’s wedding album, carefully moving the loose pictures into place.

“Do you think it’s fixable?” His voice is quiet. “It was my mom’s favorite album.”

You blink, before rewrapping your hair and sitting down next to him. Carefully, you pick up one of the pictures and inspect it.

“Yeah, I’ve seen this happen a lot with picture collections we get. It looks like the glue disintegrated.” You note as you look at the back of the photo. As you suspect, the glue in the corners has left only brown residue and has long-lost its function. “We do restorations regularly—well not me, per se, I did it as part of my rotations as an intern—but it can be anything from humidity, or just a bad batch of glue…” You trail off, realizing you’re rambling.

“Can you fix it?”

“Me?” You cannot hide your surprise at his request. “I mean—I can get some of the supplies we use at work.” You regard Bradley carefully. “Do you want me to do that?”

“Yeah…” He sighs. “I’m kind of… scared I’ll ruin it.” He looks at you from the corner of his eye. “And you’re the archivist here.” A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“I’m not really a conservation specialist, but I’ll do my best.” You reply earnestly. This feels like a pretty serious responsibility. “I’ll get some special glue, and maybe some protective sleeves and smaller boxes to store all the other loose photos, okay?”

You smile lightly at him, feeling a blush creep up. The way Bradley puts his trust in you to care for the last tangible memories he has from his parents gives you butterflies. “Your mom did such a great job dating all the photos, I can order them for you.”

You pause for a moment.

“If you want, that is.” You backtrack, unsure. This is not a history project, it’s not an anonymous donation to archives from someone’s estate, these are Bradley’s memories. It should be his choice. “I will do what I can to help you.”

“Thanks sweetheart.” He carefully closes the album. “I trust you completely with this—you know so much better than I how to care for all these things.”

“But they are still your memories.” You say, voice soft. “And in the end, you need to be happy with it.”

“You make me happy.” Bradley replies mischievously.

“You are impossible.” You grin, as move to get up.

“Impossibly in love with you?” He teases.

Okay. So it would be a complete lie if that doesn’t make your heart jump so hard it’s making your rib cage rattle as blood floods to your cheeks. Regardless of how fucking cheesy that is.

You try your best to shoot him a withering look, although it probably lacks power. Bradley is trying to get a reaction out of you. You can tell by that cheeky glint in his eye, the way his mouth is pulled in that cocky half-smirk and the casual figure he cuts, leaning back on the sofa; he knows he succeeded.

You just grunt in embarrassment, pulling the towel back over your face as you leg it out the room, leaving Bradley to enjoy his victory.

Bradley ends up taking you to a diner—which is fine by you, because regular refills on coffee is exactly what you need right now. You slide into a booth together, Bradley immediately wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

If Bradley was tactile before, he’s turned it up to 11 today. Not that you are complaining. It feels like you need to fill up on everything Bradley—like you’ve lost precious time, even if it was just a week—before he leaves again.

Rationally, you know it’s only a month. He’s been gone for longer. You’ve been through this together. But it suddenly all feels strange again, a little bit apprehension under the surface, as you see your connection in a new light full of new heights and depths. It never felt better, but this time being apart will be different from before.

You eat your breakfast in relative silence—honestly, after the first bite of your blueberry pancakes, you realize how much you are starving. You lean back against Bradley, nursing your coffee.

“Hey babe,” You start, looking up at him through your lashes. “You’re flying out to Texas on Tuesday, right?”

Bradley nods. “Yeah, about that…” He trails off, while he fidgets with his mug. “No, never mind, it’s stupid.”

“What?” You sit up, looking at him curiously. The tips of his ears are red as he avoids your gaze. “Come on, tell me.”

“I’m flying commercial, so I was thinking to change my ticket to fly out of D.C.”

“Won’t that be expensive, changing it so late?” You ask, not unkindly.

“Well-” Bradley hesitates, eyes roaming the room nervously. You are seriously wondering what has him out of sorts like this suddenly. “I was thinking you could drop me off at the airport Tuesday and take the Bronco. You can use it when I’m gone, it’s safer than your car anyway. It would make me feel better if you use my car.” He ends his sentence hurriedly: “And then you could come pick me up again whenigetback.”

Letting out a deep breath, Bradley continues, voice forced light. “But it’s stupid, you have work, and you’re right, it’s probably kind of late to change my ticket.”

“Hold on.” You cut in, gently placing your hand on his cheek and turning him to face you. “Babe. Do you want me to take you to the airport and pick you up when you get back?”

“Yes.” He replies earnestly. “But it’s such short notice, I don’t want you to get into trouble with work…”

“I’ll handle that, don’t worry.” You smile. “Of all places, the DoD will understand I have to say goodbye to my handsome naval aviator boyfriend because he’s leaving for a month.”

“I’d love to do that for you. I want to be there for you.” You tell him honestly. “And I’m not saying that just because you’re lending me your car for a whole month.” You add with a grin.

Bradley laughs loudly at that. His eyes crinkle, the apprehension suddenly leaving him. He presses a kiss against your lips. “I’ll be rebooking my ticket then.”

“You do that.” You smile—it means you will have him with you for two more days, instead of him leaving on Sunday already. Sometimes things just work out like that.

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After Bradley leaves for Texas, you spent your evenings going through the pictures from the box. Gently cleaning them, tucking them in protective sleeves and ordering them chronologically in new boxes where they won’t be thrown around so much.

As you clear out the box Bradley left you, you find small trinkets that must have been thrown in at some point. A small plastic soldier, scraps of paper, lots of dust. You clean everything and save everything that might be of worth in an envelope. It’s not up to you to throw anything away.

Stuck in the corner of the box, you find a pair of dog tags that belonged to Bradley’s father. They are smudged and dirty—you have no idea if that’s from being in the dusty box (which was stored god knows where for how long) or this is the way they were returned to the family.

You want to ask Bradley, but elect to do so when he is back. He calls you almost every day, but you notice his unease when you ask about objects from the box. It’s still difficult for him. And he tries so hard.

So instead, you order a flat, rectangular box through work, once that is specifically used to store small items. You fill it with soft foam, cut to measure, and carefully pin the dog tags into place. Bradley can decide what he wants to do with this later.

It’s late at night, almost halfway through Bradley’s training mission, you find something unexpected.

It’s a crushed ring box.

The hinges are rusted and twisted, the top of the box sitting at an awkward ninety-degree angle. It’s empty, the once soft fabric on the outside torn and stained. The button to open the box is loose in the socket, jiggling sadly with every movement.

It mostly likely got torn apart between the heavy albums between different moves, just loosely thrown in, unsecured in any way.

It doesn’t look like it can be salvaged. Not only that, but it’s beyond your skill, that’s for sure. Still, you carefully place it in an envelope. Maybe you can ask someone at work if they know someone (a jeweler? A carpenter? Who actually repairs things like these?), although it looks like a commercially produced box. Getting it restored will probably cost a lot more than getting a new one. But this is not your decision to make.

More importantly: there is a ring box, but no ring?

You should go to bed. But you cannot resist a good mystery. A missing puzzle piece.

It’s late, so Bradley is probably already asleep. He mentioned he has an early start tomorrow and you don’t want to disturb him. But you also don’t want to wait almost two weeks before you can ask about the missing ring.

You take out the last items from the box—it’s as good as empty now.

You use the torch on your phone to get a better look, fingers running along the edges of the cardboard. There’s a dust bunny, a few scraps of paper and what looks like a lone Lego brick. No ring.

Carefully peeling back the flaps on the bottom, you lean closer for a better look. Still nothing. You wiggle your hand under the flap, fingers exploring every nook and cranny. Your hand is getting coated in dust and what feels like grains of sand.

Yuck.

Still no luck.

Maybe there is no ring, and it’s been long lost between Bradley’s moves.

But that’s kind of boring.

Putting your phone away, you sit back, rocking on your heels.

Fuck this.

You flip the box over, shaking it with some vigor. Sand, dust and Lego hit the floor with soft thuds. Suddenly, a soft-

Ting.

Metal hitting the wooden floor.

Ting.

It bounces.

Quickly, you push the box out of the way.

There, between the dust and the grime, landed a golden ring. The almond shaped topaz, set between two smaller diamonds, glitters like the sun, even under the artificial light of your living room light.

Carefully picking it up, you study it. Like everything in the box, it’s kind of dirty and scuffed. As you look at it—it is a beautiful ring—it dawns on you. It looks familiar.

But… from where?

Oh fuck.

Pulling out the wedding album, you flip the pages until you find the picture you are looking for. You’ve spent a better part of a week, every evening after work (sometimes while on the phone with Bradley), carefully peeling the pictures off the page and painstakingly reapplying them until your back hurt. You’ve gotten plenty familiar with every photo.

There it is.

Bradley’s parents, in close up, smiling at each other lovingly. But more importantly, her hand is resting on his shoulder, and there, clear as day, sits that exact ring.

It’s his mother’s engagement ring.

Suddenly, your heart is beating so loudly, you can barely hear yourself think. You know Bradley didn’t leave it in there for you to find. Hell, considering the state it’s in, he probably forgot it was in there in the first place.

But.

You cannot deny that you’ve not allowed yourself a little dream here and there. In the long term, you indulge in the fantasy of getting married to Bradley. Would Bradley marry you? You’ve never talked about marriage, or kids, together.

Finding this ring now sets your mind into overdrive. He would look so good in his formal uniform. He would kiss you so sweetly at the alt- oooh, this is bad.

You pinch the bridge of your nose.

Okay. Focus on the practicals.

The ring box is busted, so you need to find a place to store the ring. You could order a new ring box online, but you don’t want the ring to just lie around your desk in the meantime.

It feels a bit too forward to place it in your own jewelry box. It’s not yours, it shouldn’t be there. The only other place… the box with the dog tags.

Your breath sounds loud in the otherwise silent room—adrenaline is still coursing through your veins as you open the small box. With the thin blade you use to lift pictures off the page, you slice a small slit into the foam, next to the dog tags.

The ring slides in easily, glinting happily in the light, cozily tucked next to the dog tags.

It looks… right, you decide.

You close the little box lovingly.

It feels right, having them together like that.

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Today is the day. You are bouncing on your heels, trying to see over the crowd of people in the arrival hall.

You’ve checked signs at the exit at least a dozen times. It’s really this exit. Every 30 seconds, your eyes flicker over to the display—no, the arrival hall for Bradley’s flight hasn’t changed, yes, it’s still the same exit. The airport app only confirms it.

You fidget with the belt of your light trench coat.

Why are you so nervous?

It’s only been a month.

You’ve arrived too early—Bradley’s plane hasn’t even landed yet. But you’ve been having this dreadful, horror-filled premonition you’d be late—when he finally asked you to wait for him.

You can’t fuck this up.

But now you’re here, a good 20 minutes early, nervously shifting your weight from foot to foot, watching people around you mill about. Weary travelers rush past you to taxis, while people have small and big reunions, and designated airport pick-ups hold signs with bored expressions.

It’s torture.

You should have brought a book. Or at least your AirPods or something. Anything to distract you from looking at the clock every 5-odd seconds, getting distracted by every announcement made, and ultimately disappointed every time with how slowly time is going.

Trying to stop yourself from pacing like an absolute madwoman in front of the exit, you stroll around the shops in the arrival halls—always in the line of sight of one of the information displays. Not that anything changes.

Listlessly you page through cheap romance novels, read a couple of headlines on the magazine rack and inspect small trinkets. There is a particularly unfortunate-looking plastic model of the Washington monument, leaning precariously forward like it’s in a tower of Pisa contest (you almost buy it because you feel so bad for it).

Unfortunately, that’s only 5 minutes gone.

You recheck your pockets for what must be the 348th time today. Phone, house keys, car keys. Chapstick, chewing gum, wallet. Everything is still there.

You walk past the flower stand, where big bouquets and bunches of roses in vibrant colors contrast starkly against the gray marble airport tiling. Aluminum balloons swing softly as people rush home. The smell of overpriced cheesy pastries wafts through the air.

You quickly stop by the bathroom—brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The bruise on your face has long disappeared. You look fine.

It’s too cold for the summer dress Bradley seems to favor, so you’ve opted for a wrap dress with longer sleeves that is more appropriate for the weather. You like to think that cut flatters you. You look good.

Slipping your hand back into the pockets of your coat, you slowly head back to the exit. Still no change on the display.

You repeat two more slow rounds around the shops, trying not to look like a total weirdo, when the display finally shows Bradley’s plane has landed. Faster than necessary, you leg it back to the exit, as if he could come out any minute. Yes, you know he still needs to make it off the plane, wait for his luggage, and then walk all the way where you are waiting but Bradley is here.

You’re about to burst with anticipation, hands clasped around your phone that you hold up to your chest because you don’t think you can stop fidgeting otherwise, and because it feels like your heart might leap straight out.

“waiting for luggage x”

Bradley’s message is simple and to the point, but makes you feel like you might just float above the crowd in front of you and straight into his arms.

He is so close.

Every time the sliding doors open and people file out, you bounce onto your tiptoes to see that familiar head of caramel curls with that confidently easy-going gait and that cocky smile that makes you weak at the knees. Bradley knows exactly the effect he has on you, and you’ve decided to just own it.

Fuck it, you’re in love.

And you know it’s mutual.

It’s like you’ve developed a sixth sense for Bradley. The moment the sliding doors open again, you feel him before you see him. He’s here.

Bradley’s stance is confident in his crisp khaki uniform as he steps out, not faltering for a second —but his eyes are scanning the crowd nervously. You stand rooted to the ground for one second before your brain jolts you into action: he’s looking for you.

Bradley’s heart is beating anxiously—where are you? — when, your voice rings out over all the noise around, clear as a bell.

“Bradley!”

You are weaving through the crowd, about 90 feet away, trying to get past the horde of people waiting as quickly and somewhat as politely as possible. He can see your shining eyes even from the distance: they are his beacon home.

Unceremoniously, he drops his bag on the floor, not really caring it’s in the middle of the path. He only has eyes for you now.

Finally, you break free from the line, running forward with your arms outstretched. Before you can take two steps, Bradley is running up to you.

You crash into each other, Bradley lifting you off your feet in one fell swoop. You wrap your legs around him, not really caring how the skirt of your dress is bunching up around your thighs. Your hands got to cradle Bradley’s face, lips inching close like you’re sharing a secret just between the two before you kiss him.

“Welcome home, lieutenant.”

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[note] aaaaand that it's for the main story. Almost. There is still an epilogue in the works where I'll try to tie up some of the leftover threads. Plus there's one side story that I'm particularly excited to write. Soon I'll probably take some time to thoroughly edit the story. I know for a fact some story elements fell a little to the wayside, and not everything works quite like I wanted it to (let alone that some sentences read like I've had a stroke half-way through).

Thank you for reading. Thank you for all the comments and encouragement. Thank you for helping me re-discover that writing can still be fun and it's okay to self-indulge. Ultimately, I hope my story brought you some joy!

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buckyscrystalqueen · 7 months ago

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Winter Wolf: Part 15

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst

Word Count: 4,421

A/N: Finally got the muse to finish this story! YAY!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14

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“I want it to look like a plantation house.” You said as you stood in front of what was left of your house between a general contractor, and Bucky as you bounced Ana on your hip, while you looked at another contractor that dealt with historic homes, specifically, and Tony, who was paying for the reconstruction. It had taken him a month of cutting red tape, but on the afternoon of your one year anniversary, he handed you the updated deed and a photo of the new metal arch across your driveway with the real name of your plantation and the real year it was established displayed proudly beneath it.

“I want the same wide wrap around porch, and the balcony on the second floor with all glass French doors. I want the white columns, and my stone fireplace in the parlor, and wood floors throughout. Oh, and I want to see my willow through my bedroom windows. Everything else, you can ask Bucky for. But the kitchen has to be in the back, left corner, and it has to have six bedrooms. Four up, and two down- one on either side of the first floor. Classic.” You finished as you switched Ana on your hip and turned to let her play in the willow tree. “Oh, and bathrooms. Lots of bathrooms. And air conditioning. And a swing in that oak tree over there.”

“Did you want to knock down that old workers house still, doll?” Bucky asked as you put your daughter down, and held on to her hands so she could stretch her legs.

“Yep! Get rid of it.” You called out with a nod. “That’s what we’ll do, Anastasia. When Daddy’s done, we’ll walk back and go look at the little river where you can sit and play in the water. You’d like that, huh? Better than being raised in a tower.” You sighed and sat down in the short grass with a small smile. “We’ve really come full circle here, baby girl.” You said as you shifted her grip on your fingers. “I really hope your mom would like us moving you here. I think she would. You’re gunna have a huge yard to play in, and your own room. And we can start a garden again, and we can plant some more apple and peach trees in the back. And I think I remember how to fish, but maybe Daddy does so he can teach us both. And maybe we can get you a little pool to play in on hot days…” You paused for a moment as you looked over at the distant sound of tires turning into your driveway. “James…”

“Yea…”

“That’s a government car.” You called out as you picked up your daughter, and walked out from under the willow tree to look over at the drive. You stopped half way to the small group as not one, but three black SUV’s with tinted windows and a massive armored car pulled up to stop in the parking lot area. “Shit… take her.”

“Babe…” Bucky said as you took the last few steps over to him and practically shoved your daughter into his arms.

“Take her.” You said as you stepped back away from him as men started to pour out of the vehicles and head toward you quickly.

“Doctor (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Barnes, AKA (Y/N) Scott, née (Y/L/N)…”

“Ross!” Tony yelled as you mentally battled the decision to run for your life or accept your fate.

“You are under arrest for the murders of Howard and Maria Stark, John F. Kennedy, Jasper Sitwell…”

“No, no!” Bucky shouted as you were nearly tackled to the ground by four guys nearly twice your size that were trying to get you into cuffs and shackles as quickly as possible even though you were not resisting what so ever in front of your child.

“Ross, you are making a huge mistake.” Tony said as Ana started to scream for you as some of the men kept your husband and daughter back at gun point.

“Babe, don’t you fucking listen to her!” Bucky roared over everyone as he watched your whole being shift into something he barely recognized when he saw you register the face of the man that had a gun pointing at your innocent one year old. “Don’t give in to her! Stay with Anastasia and me! Stay with us!” You met his eyes for a moment with a look he had only seen in old HYDRA photographs as you were lifted off the ground and unceremoniously thrown into a cube shaped jail cell.

“You’re all gunna fucking pay for that.” You said evenly with an evil smirk as you let them chain you to the chair before they all stepped out of the truck and shut you in with a single pair of heavily armed guards. A dark laugh you normally hated to hear, but that you absolutely welcomed in that moment started to echo in your head as you looked directly at the man who had no idea what was coming to him. “You have no fucking idea how much you’re gunna pay for pointing a gun at my daughter.”

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You were locked in a room, a half mile below ground at least, in a bulletproof glass and metal box similar to the one you were held in the last time the American government had captured you, and left completely alone in a small room with multiple armed guards keeping watch outside the only door. For an entire month, you were given barely a meal twice a day, and allowed to use the “restroom”, which was really just a bed pan shoved under your ass after two guards held your hips up and yanked your pants down for you, twice daily as well, but you were given no other privileges other than those. You didn’t get to shower or get clean clothes; it was “too risky” to uncuff more than the lower part of your right arm for you to eat and wipe yourself.

But you couldn’t complain. You didn’t say a word or move a muscle unless you were told to, because every time you did, they shocked you. Everyday for that entire month, you lost just a little more hope that this would one day come to an end, and the Wolf developed her plan of escape just a little bit louder in your head for when the part of you that made you ‘you’ finally gave up. But on the very last day of the month, the entire wall in front of you lifted up and a large group of armed men filed in ten bodies wide, and at least six bodies deep.

“Let’s move her!” The man in charge called out, which made the guards split down the center so a fork lift could be brought in to pick up the cage. You wanted to ask where you were going so badly, but you didn’t dare say a word as you were carted out of the room, on to a massive platform, and brought out of the pit of your own personal hell.

‘You can break out now!’ The Wolf said as you were transported to an armored truck. ‘It’d be easy. You know I can do it. We can go far, far away from here where no one will ever find us again…’

‘I’m not leaving my family.’ You told her as you slowly and carefully closed your eyes and leaned your head back on your chair, despite every other ounce of your being being poised and ready to attack at a moments notice like it had been for weeks. ‘I won’t leave my daughter or my husband.’

‘Weak.’ You mentally agreed with her as the truck stopped, and the back doors were opened so that the cage could be removed. You opened your eyes again and looked up at an impressive federal courthouse in Washington DC. Your guard led you inside and through the halls, and some how, it took you until were just outside the court room to realize what was happening. (Which was probably from lack of sleep, but you weren’t quite sure of that or anything anymore.)

“Oh, my God!” Bucky and Wanda screamed simultaneously as the pair of them, the rest of the Avengers, and a man you assumed had to be your lawyer jumped to their feet the second you were carted into the room.

“What are you doing to her?!” Tony screeched as he looked over at General Ross, who was sitting front and center behind the prosecution with a smug yet straight look on his face.

“Have you even let her change her clothes or shower at all?!” Bucky chimed in as tears welled in his eyes as he searched the dead look in yours.

“Is this the reason you’ve refused to let me see my client?!” A man said as he turned toward the other side and pointed back at you.

“This is inhumane!”

“She’s a mutant.” The prosecutor said with a shake of his head. “And she’s dangerous…”

“Get my wife out of that box…!”

“Alright, order! Order!!” The judge said as she slammed her gavel down and looked over at you. “OK, everybody hold on!” She yelled over your lawyer, and your large family as they all screamed at the government officials responsible for your mistreatment. “Has this been her living conditions since she was arrested?” She asked as she looked over at you, and the Wolf responded before you could stop her.

“I haven’t even used a toothbrush…” You shrieked and seized when the box shocked you once again, and Wanda and Steve instantly leapt over the partition.

“Get her out of that box!” The judge and your lawyer roared as Wanda ripped the front and the side of the box away so Steve could get your restraints off. Everyone in a thirty foot radius recoiled from the smell as Bucky pushed past Steve to pick you up out of the chair as gently as he could.

“She needs a medic!” Steve yelled as your lawyer told the other that he would be filing law suits against every single person responsible for your mistreatment as the judge scrambled to get the jury out of the room.

“I got the jet on the roof ready…” Tony said as he came over with a shake of his head. “Jesus, I didn’t know it was possible for her to be so thin.”

“Court officers…”

“If you so much as think of taking her out of my fucking arms right now, you will see what the Avengers are capable of for one of our own.” Bucky said evenly as he looked up at the woman on the stand.

“Can you please bring in a monitoring bracelet for Dr. Barnes so she can be confined to Sibley Memorial…”

“Can you make that the Four Seasons here in DC?” Tony asked as he tapped the ear piece in his ear to hang up his phone call while Steve ripped your dirty jeans away from your ankle so the monitor could be attached. “My personal physician is already on the way.”

“Fine.” The judge said with a nod as she sat up in her spot. “Dr. Barnes, you are not, under any circumstances, allowed to leave your hotel room once it has been established unless it is to come to court, do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes ma’am.” You nearly whispered as you looked up at her.

“OK then. We will reconvene in one week for trial.” The prosecutor and General Ross both shouted ‘what’ as Bucky hiked you up in his arms to carry you out, which made the judge whip toward them. “As for you? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Mutant or not, you just violated every single one of her civil liberties…”

“Bucky?” You breathed as you reached up with your metal hand and brushed your fingertips across the scruff on his cheek. “Anastasia?”

“She’s at the hotel with Pepper. We’re gunna go see her right now.”

“OK.” You said as you laid your head down on his shoulder where the Wolf finally let you fell asleep in the safety of his arms.

——

“Mama!” Ana screeched when you got out of the shower in your much nicer jail cell after your extensive check up with a doctor that worked for Stark Industries. You stumbled the slightest bit and looked over at your daughter, who toddled toward you all by herself on her impossibly more chunky legs. You stopped in the doorway and Bucky nearly ran over you from behind when you teared up and sat down on the carpet since you had missed her first steps.

“Oh, my baby girl!” You cried as tears filled your eyes when your little angel threw herself into your chest and hugged your throat tightly.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you two were showering.” Pepper said softly, but Bucky shook his head as he held his towel tightly around his waist and stepped past you.

“No, it’s OK.” He said with a glance back at the two halves of his heart. “We all just a little out of sorts right now.”

“I know what you mean.” Pepper said with a nod. “I’m gunna tell Tony to have Michael come and speak with her the day after tomorrow about the case. She needs you and Ana and she needs to eat something first.”

“And we all need some real rest.” He said as he turned a bit to watch you lay down right on the floor to play with the toys Bucky had brought with him to entertain Ana while he was in court. He could see the sheer exhaustion in your eyes as you watched Ana lay down just like you to put her hand on your cheek, and he startled the slightest when Pepper touched his shoulder.

“She’s gunna make it through this.” She said softly with a nod. “You both are. We’re all in this together, OK? And we will make it through this trial…”

“She won’t make it if she gets convicted…”

“She won’t.” Pepper reassured. “Especially after today. The jury saw her get shocked in that box, we can use that to our advantage…”

“Bucky?” You called out softly, which made him whip around toward you. You sighed heavily and looked up at him with a small shake of your head. “If I get convicted, I’m letting the Wolf out, and going to Wakanda. I won’t spend another minute of my life in a box like that again. Just get Anastasia there before I’m sentenced…”

“OK, we’ll worry about that later, doll.” He said as he walked away from Pepper and carefully laid down on Ana’s other side facing you. “Let’s just talk to the lawyer first. He has a pretty good plan for us. We’re all pretty confident anyways, OK?” You nodded your head against your arm and reached out to hold his hand as Pepper left your room for the night.

“I love you, Bucky. You and Ana are the only reasons I didn’t break out already.”

“Well you’re here now.” He said with a small smile. “I love you, (Y/N), and I will never stop doing so. No matter what happens.”

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“Well you look much, much better than the last time I saw you, Dr. Barnes.” The judge, Stacy Benson said as she took a seat in her chair. “How are you feeling?” You glanced over at your lawyer, Michael Young, almost seeking permission to speak, before looking up at the judge with a small nod.

“Cleaner. But I’m a mother so I think I’ll forever be tired.”

“As the mother of three kids myself, I can tell you that never goes away.” She said with a small laugh as she organized the paperwork for your case. “Now, I assume you’ve had a chance to meet with your lawyer this past week?”

“Yes ma’am, I have. Thank you.”

“And you come to court today understanding all of the charges against you and are prepared for the trial against you to begin?”

“Yes ma’am, I am.” She looked up for the papers for a moment and nodded her head before glancing over at the bailiff.

“Let’s bring in the finalized jury.” You nodded your head, took a deep breath, and glanced back at Pepper, who was one of the only Avengers that wasn’t testifying which meant she was the only one allowed to hear the trial from beginning to end. She gave you a reassuring nod and reminded you to breathe and to sit up a bit more as the jury all took their seats. You turned back around and folded your hands in your lap the way your lawyer had told you so that your metal hand was ‘out of sight and out of mind’ until the ‘perfect moment’. You sat almost perfectly still and started singing the ‘Good Night Moon’ song on repeat in your head the way Bucky had suggested to try to drown out the Wolf as both lawyers started the trial with their opening arguments.

The prosecution’s was almost stereotypical. Mr. Everett Ross kept his voice raised and his tone angry as he used big hand gestures to make his argument feel much larger than it was. But unfortunately, he was so convincing, hell, you yourself even believed for a moment that you- the normal, pre-brainwashing you was the one who committed the sixteen murders they had proof for out of the ninety-seven actual murders the Winter Wolf had done. When he was finished, even the Wolf sat back in your mind with an agitated huff.

‘Well we’re fucked.’

But then Mike stood up for his turn.

“Ladies and gentleman of the jury, this case is going to be one for the books. I have been practicing law for almost thirty years and I have never in my life seen one like this. Especially because what I am about to say is going to contradict itself completely. My client did commit these murders. She doesn’t deny it, there is plenty of evidence to support it, some of which, I’ll even be bringing up myself. But at the exact same time, my client is completely innocent. And I can prove it.

Over the next few days, you are going to hear plenty of eye witness testimony from witnesses that saw first hand what the Winter Wolf is capable of. You will see videos, and photographs the prosecution as procured to support the fact that the Wolf, which is what I will call the murderer from here on out, is the one that committed these crimes. But then it will be my turn to show you why Dr. Barnes, the woman sitting directly to my left here, is not the same person.

Please know in advance that the images, and testimony will be brutally graphic as we reveal the torture and agony Dr. Barnes went through at the hands of HYDRA from 1939 to 2014 when she was able to escape their control. And yes, my dates are correct because Dr. Barnes is a mutant, and one of her mutations is that she is not capable of dying. Which is also something else I will be able to prove as well. So while you sit here, and listen to the facts, I beg of you to keep an open mind through it all. Look at all of the facts and really see that the Winter Wolf and Dr. (Y/N) Barnes are two different entities in the same body. And prepare yourself now; like I said, this is not going to be pretty.” You looked up at him in awe as he nodded at the jury and came back around the table to sit down as Everett stood up and called his first witness. “Just remember what I said.” Mike said softly as he reached over and pat your back as an elderly man came in and sat down at the witness stand to be sworn in.

“Mr. Jones, how are you today?” Everett started with a smile.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

“Now Mr. Jones, can you tell me where you were on November 22nd, 1963?” Your mind instantly flashed to that day, and you knew exactly where this man was on that date.

“I was in Dallas, Texas at Dealey Plaza with my late wife to see President John F. Kennedy.”

“And where were you exactly, Mr. Jones?”

“We were sitting on the grassy knoll. I remember it like it was yesterday.”

“Now, refresh my memory.” Everett said almost sarcastically. “You were there, what happened, and what did you see?” You couldn’t stop your mind from following the man’s description as he led up to the moment the shots were fired, but from your point of view. You remembered getting off the way to advanced for its time jet, and heading through the packed streets to get to your mark. You remembered slipping into the shadows of a giant tree behind a picket fence and you could even feel the weight of your gun in your hand as you held it up and pulled the trigger. The faint hum of your daughter’s bed time song caught your attention though as it wasn’t part of the memory, and you shook your head and glanced behind you at Pepper, who simply smiled and nodded as she hummed a few more notes and stopped.

“So you saw the shooter?” Everett asked with a slight tilt of his head. “What can you tell me about her... or him.” He clarified, quickly before Mike could object.

“It was a woman.” Mr. Jones said with a small nod. “Caucasian, roughly five foot five like my wife, dark hair, wearing all black.”

“Anything else?” He asked as he oh so subtly adjusted his watch on his wrist, but Mike immediately jumped on it at the same moment you realized exactly why Tony and Bucky had insisted you wear the shirt you had on under your suit jacket.

“Objection! Leading!”

“Councilor, I will only warn you once.” Judge Benson said as she looked down at him as he raised his hands in innocence.

“Wasn’t leading...”

“She had a metal arm!” Mr. Jones said over him as if he had just remembered the award winning answer on a television game show.

“Your Honor, can you ask council to instruct his client to remove her jacket and roll up her sleeves.”

“Against my better judgement...” She started, but you had already stood up to take off your jacket anyways. The black metal stood out spectacularly against the light pink, sleeveless, backless, collared halter top button down you had on, and nearly the entire room gasped at the sight. You purposely turned around to hang your jacket on the back of your chair so that every single member of the jury could see your scars, and you went out of your way to use both hands to collect your loose hair to pull it over your right soldier so that the jury had no choice but to see what HYDRA did to you.

“A metal arm like that?” Everett asked as he turned back to the witness with a victorious smile, not realizing that every single thing he was doing was just setting himself up for failure.

“Yes, just like that.”

“No further questions.” He said with a nod as he walked back over to his table.

“Mr. Jones, you said you remember that day as if it was yesterday, correct?” Mike asked with a smile as he stood up from his spot.

“Yes, sir. I do.”

“Wonderful. So you can remember if the shooters metal arm was black or silver, correct?” You could see the subtle hesitation in Mr. Jones’ eyes as he glanced at you for a moment before looking back up at your attorney.

“It was black. Matched her outfit.”

“And, how was the killer wearing her hair?” He continued as he leaned back against the table. “Down like it is now? Up in a pony tail? Do you recall?”

“It was...” He started as he glanced over at his lawyer, who no longer had a smile on his face. “It was pulled back. I’m not sure what the style was called back then.”

“And her outfit. I know you said it was all black, but could you describe it further?” You could see the slight panic in the witnesses eyes, before he jumped to the defensive.

“Are you calling me a liar, sir?!”

“Not at all, sir.” Mike said with a shake of his head as he turned around to grab something from the file he had sitting on the table. “Merely asking for more details. Defense exhibit one, your honor.” He said as he pulled out a stack of paper to give to the judge, to the jury, and to the witness since the prosecution had already been given the photographs. “Now Mr. Jones, would it surprise you in any way to know that up until 2018, Dr. Barnes had a silver metal arm with a giant red star on the shoulder as seen in photographs recovered from leaked HYDRA files from 1932, and 1967, photos from government files from 1974, ‘81, ‘91, ‘96... all the way to personal photos of her in Stark tower up until 2018 when it was exchanged for the current arm she has now?” He paused for a moment so that Mr. Jones had a chance to look through at least some of the photos, before continuing. “And would it also surprise you to know that the uniform she has on in those HYDRA and government photos was the official quote ‘uniform’ for the Winter Wolf, and that it never deviated?”

“Objection!” Everett snapped as he finally got to his feet. “How is he supposed to know that?”

“Just simple questions, that’s all.” Mike said as he took the photos back from the witness and walked back to the table. “No further questions.” As he sat back down at the table beside you, he put the photos back in their file before glancing over at you with a smile. “Don’t worry. I’m just getting started.” A smile pulled at the corners of your lips as Everett got up and called his second of fifteen witnesses, realizing at that moment that your lawyer was going to win this case.

Part 16

#bucky x reader #winter wolf #winter wolf series #bucky barnes x reader

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sexisdisgusting · 10 months ago

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Hiii I hope it’s okay if I rant about a male to you but feel free to ignore me if it’s not ^^

So about a year ago I let a male friend live in my tiny, one bedroom apartment with me. He slept in my living room on a mattress I gave him.

He literally trashed my apartment—he left fast food bags, wrappers, cups, dirt, etc. all over my floor; he practically refused to do ANY basic household chores; he brought his other male friends into my home, most of the time without my permission, and played video games loudly in the next room at night while I was trying to sleep.

All I asked of him was $200 a month to help with rent, groceries, & the utility bill. This fucking asshole couldn’t even scrape up that much money when he had absolutely no other financial obligations. I worked full-time, 40 hours a week while he worked 10, sometimes 15 hours a week. And I still had to do all the chores if I didn’t want my apartment looking & smelling like an absolute pigsty 24/7. He was fully able-bodied btw and there was no reason he couldn’t get a full-time job like a big boy or at least do basic chores.

Instead he stayed home, watched TV, and played video games all day long while dirtying up my house, running up my utility bill almost three times as much as it was without him there, and eating all the food I bought with my own money.

Not to mention he litERALLY BROUGHT FUCKING BED BUGS INTO MY HOME MAKING ME HAVE TO THROW AWAY MY ENTIRE BED AND BUY A WHOLE NEW ONE. FUCK.

Thankfully this is the closest I’ll ever get to having a man-child husband as I’m a lesbian, but the experience was more than enough for me. I kicked his ass out but not after enduring his shit for a few months.

I feel so embarrassed and ashamed of myself. I am known by most people as a tough, strong-willed woman who doesn’t take shit from anyone, especially men, but somehow I let this male walk all over me bc I cared about him.

And it was easier for me to get rid of him than it likely is for straight/het-partnered women to get rid of their man-child husbands/boyfriends. I feel for them sometimes, I really do. Some of them are dependent on their husbands/boyfriends in more ways than one, but especially financially.

Well, I will never, ever let a male (aside from my cat) live in my home again. FUCK that.

HIII!! yes of COURSE its okay for you to rant to me about a male, i encourage all my followers to rant to me about the shitty males in their lives!

after reading your entire ask all i can say is... holy fucking shit

why are men so repulsive and dirty, i swear to god its like theyre in a constant state of being mentally two years old, they cannot clean up after themselves, take care of themselves and dont give a fuck about anyone else except themselves, NOT EVEN GIVING A SHIT ABOUT THOSE WHO HELP AND CARE FOR THEM!!!!

listen, you have no reason to be ashamed of yourself, if anything it shows that youre a good person, and friend, youre kind and thats a terrific trait to have

unfortunately someone took your kindness for granted, and im proud of you for sticking up for yourself and kicking his dumbass out

i love you so much anon, i hope youre doing okay now !! <3

#asks #anon asks

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 10 months ago

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||The Misadventures of the Phoenix and the Shadow Chimera Sorcerers Part 9-Under a cursed spell ||

Hi Dears, Peahen mom here and I'm going to be writing something but it's time to add another chapter for this mini series book. So I hope you like part 9.

If you wanna read up on what is happening in these adventures, the chapters are below.

~~Chapter List~~

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

((Your reading part 9))

||Drabble Summary||

It seems the others were still doing some training the next day to continue today though, it seems this one sorta went a little south. Knowing much, it involves Kisho, a curse that showed up, and a slip up. Now what could this be? Read to find out.

--- Warning ---

~Their will be swearing present

~One being possessed is present

~A little funny moment is seen in this

~~Guests in drabble~~

Taz Hellion, Kinie, Rioto Kir-IN, Daichi Pheon-X belong to my beloved amazing friend @demon-blood-youths

Ryomen Sukuna, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Maki Zenin, and Nobara Kugisaki is from the anime serious Jujutsu Kaisen. Also to me due to rping as them as muse

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

It was another quiet afternoon here in Jujutsu high with all the students doing their usual thing. It was like nothing was wrong; well....seems not today.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO KISHO!?!" A angry shout was heard from the classroom while he shook Kisho harshly who was dizzy with swirls in his eyes.

"I'M SORRY, MEGUMI! I'M SO SO SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW THE CURSE WOULD DO THAT IF I THOUGHT OF MIKO! PLEASE IT'S ONLY FOR 24 HOURS-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN 24 HOURS!?" Megumi said angry but Yuji and Nobara was trying to calm him down.

"Megumi calm down! It's not too bad!" Yuji said.

"HOW IS IT NOT BAD!? SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S UNDER SOME CURSE NOW!" He said angry.

"But not forever! Will you stop or you'll make Kisho get sick!" he said worried trying to calm them down.

Yuria and Taz sweatdrops while sitting by a happy dazed Miko who seems to be under some curse indeed. Though, she seems more happier with no worry in the world.

Now, you could be wondering how this happened? Well....

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHHHHAA!! You won't be able to stop me! I'll stop all of you no matter what. And curse this whole town!" a cursed spirit said giggling. Today was suppose to be a continued training session today but it all was put on hold when this curse spirit appeared in the school grounds!

"Oh no, you're going to be stopped right here and now!" Yuji points trying to attack the spirit but it ducks to hit him away right into Megumi who winces.

"We need to get rid of this thing!" Nobara said trying to attack but the curse ducks to smile.

"What's wrong? Can't hit me!!" she teased above Nobara who was getting more annoyed.

"Why you-Get down here and face me!" she said waving her arms in a angry way.

"No worries guys, I got it!" Kisho said aiming a flame arrow at it and lets it go. However, the curse ducks but giggled to look at Kisho. He tense to move away but aims again but the curse snickered.

"You guys are so much fun to play with! Lets play some more!" the spirit laughed now playing around more and more. The group kept trying to exorcist the spirit but that's when it got hit thanks to Taz who slashed it. The curse screeches out in pain but crashes while twitching feeling dark purple blood spill.

"No!! That's not fair!!" it said but Taz saw Megumi ready to get rid of it. "Too bad, you lost so now it's time to get rid of you!"

However, the curse snickered to smile. "Hold on now...."

"Huh?"

"Before you kill me, who is on your mind right now?" the curse asked Kisho who blinks to look confused.

"Uhhhhhh..what are you talking about?" he asked.

"Just tell me. I won't say much."

"Daichi, don't listen to her. It has to be a trick!" Nobara said pointing but the curse pouts.

"It's not my fault I was asking a question. I'm not a evil girl like you are." she said seeing Nobara's eye twitch with a vein popping.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO ME YOU-" She now tries to attack but Yuji and Megumi held her back.

"Nobara calm down!" Megumi said.

"She's just trying to get at you! DX" Yuji said.

"LET ME GO YOU GUYS! LET ME AT HER!! LET ME AT HER!" she shouted with the curse laughing holding it's stomach.

'Wow, this curse is just being a child now....' Kinie said on top of Taz's head but the curse saw it.

"Hey, that's not nice to say you dog!" she said but that also got Kinie angry to growl.

"Oh no-"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A DOG YOU FILTHY WORM!!" Kinie said but Taz was holding Kinie back.

"Kinie, calm down!" she yelped holding her back.

Daichi looks but was ready to exorcist the spirit. "That's it, your done!" he said but as he was about to do that....

"Guys! Did you get the curse s..spirit! It's domain is still around the school!" Miko said worried but Daichi looks to her.

"Miko! Where's-"

"Ohhhh so that's the one huh? Perfect!" the curse giggled but snaps her fingers. Miko blinks before she yelps, feeling something heavy or clouding her thoughts but held her head.

"Miko!!" Yuria was going to get her away but Daichi saw this but was worried to quickly see Megumi exorcist the spirit.

"Wait, wait! what did you do to our friend!?" he said but the curse giggled as it was being exorcised.

"Nothing..just a farewell present. Hope you have fun for the next 24 hours!" she laughed before disappearing. When she did, Miko passed out.

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Which brings us to now. Miko was awake but she was smiling, having a happy like cursed cloud around her with giggles. Taz and Yuria was worried but Megumi drops Kisho who winces when landing on his butt.

"Ow!"

"We need to find a way to break this curse quickly and now Kisho!" he said as Kisho was rubbing his butt but his eyes were still swirls.

"Ohh come on, it's not that bad! Maybe the curse was trying to trick us!" he said nervous but before Megumi speaks, he saw Miko happily rushing over to hug Kisho smiling. ".....!?!?"

"Kishoooooo...." she giggled more hugging him.

"Uhhh M...Miko?"

"Hi Kisho! Did you wanna still hang out later on after school? I still want to learn more about curses and know more about you too!" she smiled happily looking to him and nuzzling against his arm with a :3 expression.

"I..wait what!? Miko Y...you I....ummm.." Kisho blinks not sure on how to respond to this but he did try to speak but tenses seeing Megumi's scary angry look again.

"I CAN FIX THIS! I CAN JUST PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" he said panicking again.

'And I thought he couldn't slip up again.....still runs in the group I see..' Sukuna said from Yuji's cheek but he sighed to look at the scene.

"Not helping Sukuna.." he said.

"Hey! It was not my fault the curse would do that to Miko! Stop blaming me for things, Sukuna!" Kisho said pointing at him but Sukuna didn't really care about it.

"Can't we ask Gojo sensei to help find a way to break it?" Yuria asked.

"We did but he said we have to let it run it's 24 and she will be normal again. We don't know what it could do.." Taz mutters after finally calming Kinie down.

"So she's like this for a while then?" Megumi asked but saw Miko happily nuzzling Kisho's arm with a smile.

"Seems so. We just need to be sure she don't get upset or anything..not after what happened a while back when she blew up the classroom when getting mad. -_-" Megumi said.

"Ohh..."

Yeah, when she got angry, Miko's body was flowing with strong cursed energy that she exploded the class room. They knew it was only due to that curse but at least Miko calmed down....well, after crying a little storm flooding the classroom too.

"Well, she's like this for 24 hours so I guess it's fine. We just need to be sure she stays happy and safe for now till it wears off. That means Kisho, your going to watch over her till she snaps out of it." Megumi said that Kisho blinks.

"M..Me!? But she-"

"Oh no! This is all because you got her involved! I keep saying we should have got the curse away from the school but we fought it here to look what happened! So your watching over her!" Megumi said.

"I'm not against it but aren't you guys going to help me!? T^T.." he said feeling Miko hugging him even if he was trying not to feel his face heat up.

"Don't worry we will help!" Yuji said as he was about to get near the two, he stops seeing Miko's body glowing with dangerous cursed energy that he stops to move back. "Orrrr not?" he said. Seeing her relax, Miko was happy again to hug him.

"What did the curse even do to Miko again?" Taz said worried.

"I think she place a cursed on Miko that would effect her emotions and it's due to her cursed energy mixed up with Miko's own. I say we are going to have to try to help without upsetting her too much to do anything harsh." Megumi sighed.

"So how can we help him?" Yuria said.

"For now, we'll just keep near if you need help. Why don't you get her to the dorm to let her rest up?" Nobara said but they sighed to see Kisho seeing Miko happy.

"This is unlike you Miko.." he said. "I'm so sorry I got you cursed!" he said.

"Ohhh it's fine. She will be awake in a few hours!" the curse said using Miko's voice.

"Eh?!"

"Hold on isn't that..."

"Yeah, still here. I had to live for a little longer but I will be gone within 24 hours though." she giggled but Kisho got up to look pointing with eyes wide.

"H..HOW ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!? WE EXORCIST YOU!" he said.

"You did with my shell of a body but I took home in your friend for a bit. Trust me, I won't do anything bad! Just wanna have a little fun is all no worries! When the 24 hours is gone, I'll leave!" she laughed but the others blinks with a shocked expression seen. So that's why she asked who he was thinking about it which resulted in him thinking about Miko to end up taking over her for 24 hours.

"Your still not getting away with what you said to me you-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know! Still true though. "she snickered with Nobara's eye twitching. "So get over it. Your stuck with me for 24 hours and if you try to get me out, you'll end up hurting your friend. So lets just have some fun! X3" she said happy but the others groan mentally. This was going to be a long day.

~~~~~~~~

Within the few hours, the others along with the curse taking over Miko's body was 'hanging out' even when it was making Miko do crazy things and just causing trouble. It was a headache for everyone! Even doing their best to keep her from upsetting Kinie and Nobara. Even Maki who was close to doing that till they explained what happened.

The girls were keeping a eye on possessed Miko who was happily trying to have fun with them while the boys were worried but thinking of some idea on how to keep the peace. Though, the hours kept going on for the time till later on. Now it was time for dinner but Taz was seeing the other girls speaking or eating ice cream before the possessed Miko happily eats some of the frozen treat.

"I swear a really want to just get rid of the curse from Miko. It's not fair she's under it all from today's little mission." Nobara grumbled but Taz sighed to pat her big sister's back.

"Even so, I hope Miko is alright.." Yuria said worried about her as well.

"Don't worry, it's only for a few more hours. We just have to keep a eye on her till the time passes like everyone says. Besides, she's not that bad...." Taz said.

'Pup, she's annoying. True, I hope Miko is alright even when that spirit said she's asleep right now. I really am holding back from ripping that spirit out of Miko and eating it!' Kinie hissed while looking annoyed.

"You know? I don't blame you Kinie though we have to wait till the hours pass first. We just need to keep a eye on her till the hours pass." Nobara said.

'I already find it annoying. That and the fact she's a pig!!' Kinie said seeing the possessed Miko eating some snacks happily while seeing it just looking at the window with a smile. However, it heard to look.

"Not my fault, dog! Why? Your all talk but you can't bite can you?!" the spirit said but KInie growls.

"LISTEN HERE YOU BITCH! YOU BETTER BE LUCKY I DON'T STRANGLE YOU OR I'LL-"

"Boring!! Your so boring!" she laughed. Taz was trying to calm Kinie down again as she was wanting to really get at this curse. The girls will just have to deal with it for the time being but heard the other speak.

"Do you girls have anymore ice cream!? This is really good!" She said with the girls sighing. This was going to be a long night.

After that night, the 24 hours was coming close with everyone trying to help Kisho with the possessed Miko who was enjoying the last few moments of their free time. Though, messing and getting the others angry was just as fun so why not. For now, that day on the final hour, the others were tired from watching this spirit but she was happy while smiling.

"Wow, you guys did well in keeping sane without trying to get rid of me. Good work." The possessed Miko said sweetly to see everyone else tired.

"Yeah, thanks a lot." Nobara was tired but she really wanted this curse to be gone now.

"Even so, we got through it so you can pass on now." she heard Megumi say this but the cursed spirit giggled before seeing the sun rising showing it was the last day.

"True but it was fun. I will say this; thanks for the fun with you all. And the jokes too. Though take this as a lesson in your so called training; you never know what sort of curses are out there. Just be happy it was not one that could really have hurt your friend here." she said but as the others were ready to speak, they saw Miko's body glowing a different cursed color but she leans back while seeing the curse that took over coming out showing their see through form.

"Miko!"

"Like I said, I didn't harm her just wanted some little fun. She is just sleeping but when i leave her fully, she's all yours. I will say thanks for the fun! I had a blast!" she laughed before leaving Miko fully then sees her falling back. Kisho and Taz quickly goes to catch Miko but saw the curse disappearing now into nothing.

The two look seeing it was gone but heard a tired groan looking down. Miko's face was scrunched up but she looked really tired to open her eyes. "H..Huh? W..wha?"

"Miko!" Taz said happy.

"Your back!" Kisho said as the two hug her but she blinks confused to what happened.

"B..back? What do you m..mean back? Did I go s..somewhere?" she mutters but the other two didn't say anything. They were happy to have her back.

"You know what? I think I'll write the short report on this...what a headache.." Nobara said grumbling to do that but she was happy to see Miko back to her self again. Megumi and Yuji goes to help the other two with Yuria so they can get Miko to bed to rest.

Well, that was a crazy side track little training session. Though, more will come in the future for the sorcerers. For now, it was time to rest.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #the misadventures of the phoenix and shadow sorcerers part 9: under a cursed spell #the fractions of NYC #the DBT #maki zenin #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #sukuna #kinie gur #daichi #demon-blood-youths #peahen writer #jujutsu sorcerers au

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afreakingdork · 1 year ago

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how do i even start.

Miss Dork, do you realize you make me miserable? how am i supposed to wake up everyday and deal with the fact that i'm deeply in love with a man that doesn't exist.

How am i supposed to cope with the fact I will never hold him on my arms or hear his voice say my name? I will never be able to ask him how his day is and ask wtf he meant when he uses his nerd words.

Having said that

EPIGUOHJG0IPDS´JD´SOMIG{ÑSJOKGBJNDFBUÑOIHSDJKOVDSI{GNJDS´PJDSPIDSNGÓIDSONGDSJNSD{LFL{FKÑASO{ÑJSAFHDSJLGJDSLF{DSFJDSLFNSDOÍJDS´GJDSOGI´DNHGIÓSF{KMLÑMSF{LKDSFNASPFOJFÓSDHFJ

1-SHELLDON SHELLDON SHELLDON SHELLDON SHELLDON

HE IS SO CUTE, I WANNA PUT HIM IN MY POCKET I WANNA SLEEP WHILE HEARING HIS DRONE FANS

HE DESERVES THE WORLD THE INTERACTIONS BEETWEEN THE 3 OF THEM WERE SO AMUSING

2. AH YES, READER GIVING DONNIE A TIME OUT IT'S WHAT I NEEDED TO INCREASE MY LIFE EXPECTANCY

3. THAT FUCKING BITCH HID HIS IMPLANTS!!!!! MAKES SO MUCH MUCH SENSE OMG!!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO HUG HIM SO BADLY (had to look up for that on the google, i've been reading the chapter with the browser and traductor open as always lmao)

4. POSSESIVE DONNIE YES I LIVE FOR THIS

5. Reader: "didn't u said u named urself?"

me: HELL YEAH READER ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTIONS I NEED TO KNOW SO BAD

donnie: *ptsd*

me: MISS DORK WHY DO U DO THIS TO ME

(splinter splinter splinter splinter??????????????? i can smell daddy issues, I KNOW THAT SMELL SO WELL)

6. tbh donnie is so lucky to have reader. can a person fall in love with the reader? well, seem like it's possible, look at me. Theyre so sweet.

7. "If all of this hasn't finally cemented your decision otherwise..." YOU WISHED BITCH UR NEVER GETTING RID OF US

8. "it will aide my explanation and give me achance to itemize all the individual apologies necesary" fucking nerd i love u so fucking much for that you have no idea i will kill for you.

9. I love mikey but "orange oaf" sound really fitting. At least coming for someone who doesn't entirely understand the weight of the insult sdgjh´guj.

10.All of the conversation about the bastard's three (i'm starting to have question about this name) is just so sdhgusdghhsfhdfhusg

11.YEAH FREE CONTEXT FOR OUR POOR READER

12. Donnie: "fucking botched bullshit rescue attemnt. He's utter scum. I'll"

Me: u///u

13. "Sort of.. kicked him off the roof?" "Oh and I called him carrot cake and told him to get lost"

"kiss me"

I HAVE- I CANT EXPLAIN-

YEAH I WILL LITERALLY TEAR APART EVERY PERSON YOU DON'T LIKE IF THAT MAKES YOU FEEL HAPPY AND PROUD AND LOVED. I DON'T CARE IF THEY'RE "THE GOOD ONES" AND GOD I WILL COMMIT ALL THE WORST ATTROCITIES IF IT MEANS YOU WILL LOOK AT ME THAT WAY AGAIN URGGGHHHHHHHHH

14. NO PLEASE DONNIE DON'T LEAVE ME I LITERALLY NEED YOU FOR MY BRAIN TO GIVE ME THE HAPPY JUICE

15. BIG ASS APOLOGY WALL TEXT I'M GONNA TATTOO IT IN MY OTHER FVCKING TIGHT I SWEAR TO GOD

YEAH BITCH APOLOGIZE FOR EVERYTHING SO I CAN FORGIVE YOU WITHOUT A SECOND TOUGHT AND THEN HOLD YOU IN MY HANDS BECAUSE YOU DESERVE THE WORLD IDC YOU CAN KICK MY MOM AND ILL SAY "AWW NO BIGGIE BBY"

16. OF COURSE HE HAS LOTS PROPERTIES ALL LOOKING THE SAME YEAH READER HE IS INDEED A STUPID RICH IDIOT

IT'S SO SAD BUT SO FUNNY THAT HE CAN'T GET ATTACHED TO ONE PLACE SO HE HAS TO DO THAT HE CAN LEAVE IN MY HOUSE NOBODY WILL EVER FIND HIM IN MY SHIT ASS TOWN (jk i love my town)

17. Donnie being seduced by reader insulting his (not) brothers

18. "I had made it to 30" the exact moment I started to cry.

19. "I will never be more than a deplorable villain." YESYESYESYESYES IT'S HAPPENING

THE CONVERSATION- ITS HAPPENIGN

DONNIE EVEN IF THAT WERE TRUE I WOULD LOVE U FOR THAT DONT EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT

20. "Your blind eye will get you killed and I will decimate this planet for even considering bringing harm to you" THIS EXACT MOMENT FREAKING DORK, THIS EXACT MOMENT MADE MY BRAIN STOP FUNCTIONING.

LITERALLY, THIS FANFIC IS A COCTEL OF ALL THE STUFF I LOVE AND THIS IS THE FUCKING CHERRY ON TOP. I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS SINGLE LINE. I WILL SCREENCAP THIS PART OF THE FIC AND IT GOES TO MY WALLPAPER.

21. the final scene is so touching. I really love those two and I know they'll be together again but part of me feels so bad for them for having to be apart for so much time ("at least a few weeks" it's a fvcking lot). I wonder how will reader process al this information when she's away from all of this. I wonder what will happen with dispute of donnie and his (not) brothers.

I WONDER IF THE BASTARD IS SPLINTER OR IT'S THE TURTLES. I GOT THE DOUBT AND LOOKING IT UP IN GOOGLE TRANSLATE ONLY CONFUSED ME MORE.

My asks are getting longer and longer BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH I NEEDED TO YELL ABOUT I SWEAR TO GOD

I've decided chapter 19 was my favorite yasterday but now you blessed us with this one. THIS IS MY TOTAL FAVORITE, I DON'T EVEN HAVE TO THINK TWICE, IF EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN THIS CHAPTER WASN'T ENOUGH TO MAKE IT MY FAVORITE THAT LINE, YOU KNOW WICH, ABSOLUTELY BOUGHT ME.

i hope you have a good day bye!!!!!!!

You miserable? I'm the same way! It's excruciating to be in love with a purple turtle. He is both everything and some how nothing when he is so real in my dreams 😩😩😩😩

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. is the best white noise machine. There, i said it.

Daddy issues, huh? 👀👀👀

Mr. Alliteration over here has a color insult for each brother. Oaf is a little lighthearted overall, but from Donnie it's straight hate.

Ahhhh!! I'm not commenting on every item, but you highlighting them makes my heart swell!!! I can't thank you enough! This really made me smile!! You have a wonderful day as well!!!

#ask

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boowhumps · 7 months ago

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Whumpril 2024

Day 7 - Hesitation

⚠TW⚠

- Swearing

- Mentions of Past Trauma

- Alternative Universe To OG Storyline

Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~

Amne sat in her room, or, what would soon not be her room.

Selyna's words were stuck in her mind, playing on repeat like a record.

"In about a week's time, you'll be back in the overworld.

Selyna told her that almost a week ago.

And tomorrow, her life would change forever.

Amne couldn't stop thinking about it. Soon.. soon she'd be back in that wretched place she once called home, away from everything that had been her life for almost two years now..

Hell, it hadn't even been two years, more like 3 months, but still..

Her new life, her new identity, they'd all be gone soon.

She would leave behind her friends, her family..

Roman..

..Silas..

All of them, like they were nothing but a temporary filler.

It made Amne feel like shit.

..she wouldn't even be Amne anymore..

Amne Soles would cease to exist, and Karyme Sain-Santos would come back, permanently.

She hadn't even told anyone yet, in hopes that something in the revival process would go wrong, but everything was going exactly as it should.

...

Amne didn't want this.

Why would she want this?

Those people, the ones she trusted at some point were now nothing but a faded memory. She knew that most of them weren't at fault, but the hatred still lingered..

Amne couldn't let this happen.

She couldn't let the revival happen.

She couldn't go back, not now, not ever.

...

So she had a plan.

While everyone slept, she would make her way to Selyna's soul room, and from there, put an end to the revival.

Her soul. She had to get rid of her soul.

Once and for all.

~~~~~~~~~~

Day turned to night, and Amne anxiously waited for everyone to go to sleep.

Unlucky for her, mostly everyone here were insomniacs like herself, so she had to stay up very late.

Amne couldn't help but be annoyed at Silas for helping her fix her sleep schedule, because now it was increasingly hard for her to stay awake.

Every couple of seconds, like clockwork, Amne almost drifted off. She couldn't risk falling asleep, because if she did, she would lose her only chance.

So she fought the exhaustion, and kept wide awake until silence finally fell throughout the castle.

Amne pushed herself out of bed, and slowly crept out of her room, her cloak secured around her, keeping her warm.

The soul room wasn't in the castle, rather in a seperate building, so she had to travel through the castle grounds, and then the village, all without being noticed.

This wouldn't be easy, but she had to do it.

So, Amne silently as well as slowly made her was through the halls of the castle, before finally reaching the entrance.

All she had to do now was open it, and then-

"Amne.?"

Amne stopped, turning around slowly.

Kairo stood there, looking confused.

"Kairo, why are you still up.?" Amne asks, keeping calm.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went to the library to get a book.." She responds. "..why are you awake..?"

Amne goes over to her. "Don't worry, I was just going out to get some fresh air."

Kairo perks up. "Oh, that makes sense."

Amne nods. "Go back to your room, I'll only be out for a bit."

Kairo nods in response before walking off softly.

As soon as she's out of sight, Amne lets out a breath of relief. That was too close of a call, she couldn't risk another one..

Amne sighs, and slips out of the castle, unbeknownst to everyone else.

~~~~~~~~~~

The walk to the soul room was eternal, as well as stressful, but finally Amne made it inside.

She was glad to be out of the cold, and also proud that she made it through unnoticed.

Now, she moved onto the final part of her plan.

Destroying her new soul.

Normally, this would be impossible, but Amne had an advantage.

An advantage in the form of a parasite.

"W̯ͤ̾ͣ͝ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢ ā̤̓̍͘r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ c͕͗ͤ̕̕ā̤̓̍͘l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ p̞̈͑̚͞ā̤̓̍͘r̴̨̦͕̝ā̤̓̍͘s̠҉͍͊ͅỉ͔͖̜͌t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕..?" Nahdiye mumbles coldly.

Amne sighs. "You know I don't mean it in a bad way."

"W̯ͤ̾ͣ͝ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ.. ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢w̦̺̐̐͟ c͕͗ͤ̕̕ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍ I̍̅̀̎̊ bẹ̿͋̒̕ o̯̱̊͊͢f̵͖̜̉ͅ ā̤̓̍͘s̠҉͍͊ͅs̠҉͍͊ͅỉ͔͖̜͌s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍c͕͗ͤ̕̕ẹ̿͋̒̕.?" It asks.

"I'm sure you'll like to hear this, but don't get used to it." Amne warns. "I need you to take over, and destroy my new soul."

"O̖̼ͩ͌͐ḣ̖̻͛̓, A̷͙ͭͫ̕ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣ ĝ̽̓̀͑o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕ r̴̨̦͕̝o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ĝ̽̓̀͑ẹ̿͋̒̕, ḣ̖̻͛̓ư̡͕̭̇ḣ̖̻͛̓?" It says.

"Not rouge," Amne replies. "Just doing what is best for myself."

"I̍̅̀̎̊ṇ̤͛̒̍t̲̂̓ͩ̑ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝ẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑.." It says. "I̍̅̀̎̊ c͕͗ͤ̕̕ā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍ ḿ̬̏ͤͅo̯̱̊͊͢s̠҉͍͊ͅt̲̂̓ͩ̑ c͕͗ͤ̕̕ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝t̲̂̓ͩ̑ā̤̓̍͘ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍l̙͖̑̾ͣy҉̃̀̋̑ ḑ̴̞͛̒o̯̱̊͊͢ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ā̤̓̍͘t̲̂̓ͩ̑, A̷͙ͭͫ̕ḿ̬̏ͤͅṇ̤͛̒̍ẹ̿͋̒̕s̠҉͍͊ͅỉ͔͖̜͌ā̤̓̍͘."

"Good, but remember," Amne says. "Only my soul, no one else's."

"O̖̼ͩ͌͐f̵͖̜̉ͅ c͕͗ͤ̕̕o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕, o̯̱̊͊͢f̵͖̜̉ͅ c͕͗ͤ̕̕o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕.." Nahdiye replies. "I̍̅̀̎̊'l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣ f̵͖̜̉ͅo̯̱̊͊͢l̙͖̑̾ͣl̙͖̑̾ͣo̯̱̊͊͢w̦̺̐̐͟ o̯̱̊͊͢r̴̨̦͕̝ḑ̴̞͛̒ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝s̠҉͍͊ͅ, ḑ̴̞͛̒o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍'t̲̂̓ͩ̑ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇ ẹ̿͋̒̕v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕ṇ̤͛̒̍ w̦̺̐̐͟o̯̱̊͊͢r̴̨̦͕̝r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑."

Amne nods. "Just.. make it quick."

She gets no reply, but her body suddenly shaking lets her know the response.

A change that used to be painful now only felt uncomfortable, but soon, Amne lost control.

Nahdiye adjusted to being in control before trying to locate the soul.

The task was easy, as the soul was right in the middle of the room, unguarded.. as if waiting for it to arrive.

Nahdiye made its way over to it, stopping right in front of it.

The souls only protection was a glass container. Glass never managed to stop Nahdiye.

It was actually surprised, since it thought that after the possession it did on Amne, Selyna would consider a better way to store important artifacts or entities.

It was not a matter of worry, since this ignorance made Nahdiye's job easier.

With a swing of its claw, the glass container shattered into a million pieces. The soul was left unprotected, just as it needed to be.

Nahdiye grabbed the soul, staring at it momentarily. It was always a shame to destroy one of these, with how long it took to create, but it had to be done.

In the end, why waste time on a soul who doesn't wish for life?

Nahdiye extends its claw, preparing to crush it..

Until a door slams open.

Nahdiye is caught off guard, and has no time to react as its restrained.

Selyna looks down at it with a blank expression, eyes narrowed.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑏 𝐴𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑎 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒." She says coldly.

Nahdiye narrows its own eyes, annoyed. "I̍̅̀̎̊ o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍l̙͖̑̾ͣy҉̃̀̋̑ ā̤̓̍͘c͕͗ͤ̕̕t̲̂̓ͩ̑ o̯̱̊͊͢ṇ̤͛̒̍ c͕͗ͤ̕̕o̯̱̊͢ḿ̬̏ͤͅḿ̬̏ͤͅā̤̓̍͘ṇ̤͛̒̍ḑ̴̞͛̒, ṇ̤͛̒̍o̯̱̊͊͢t̲̂̓ͩ̑ c͕͗ͤ̕̕ḣ̖̻͛̓o̯̱̊͊͢ỉ͔͖̜͌c͕͗ͤ̕̕ẹ̿͋̒̕."

Selyna looks surprised. "𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠.?"

Nahdiye huffs. "A̷͙ͭͫ̕s̠҉͍͊ͅḳ̯͍̑ͦ ḣ̖̻͛̓ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝ y҉̃̀̋̑o̯̱̊͊͢ư̡͕̭̇r̴̨̦͕̝s̠҉͍͊ͅẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣf̵̵̵͖̜͖̜͖̜̉̉̉ͅͅͅ."

It closes its eyes, and in seconds, Amne falls back into control. She gasps at the sudden change, looking around before her gaze lands on Selyna

"w-wait.." Amne starts.

Selyna looks over to her, her expression unreadable. "𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝐴𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑎, 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠.?"

Amne narrows her eyes. "Like you would understand.."

Selyna looks away from her. "𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦, 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚𝑠."

Amne's eyes widen. "No.. I still had time.!" She shouts, trying to stand, only to fall back down.

"𝐴𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑎, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡." Selyna says.

"I wanted the soul dead!" Amne shouts. "I wanted it gone!"

Selyna only states at her, unfazed by the yelling.

"I won't go back there, you can't make me go back!" Amne yells, finally brealint down in tears.

Her head hung down as she cried, unable to stop even if she really tried. Her pent up frustrations and anger all boiled over to sadness.

She couldn't ever go back to her old life, even if she really wanted to. There was nothing for her when she was there, why would there be now?

Those people didn't care for her, the people here did.

Her real family were all here.

Amne wanted to stay.

Amne sniffled as she felt a presence in front of her. Slowly, hands cupped her face, tilting her head up by force.

"𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑖𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦." Selyna mumbles. "𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒."

Amne can't find it in her to speak as Selyna sighs.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡." Selyna says softly. "𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑, 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦."

Amne's eyes widen. "..r-really.?"

Selyna nods. "𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟."

Amne is about to speak until the doors open once again. Silas stands in the doorway, obviously confused and concerned.

Selyna backs away from Amne, looking over to Silas in silence.

"What's going on-" Silas asks before he's interrupted by Amne practically barreling into him.

He is quick to embrace her, feeling her sink against him in years. Silas' hands automatically move to her waist and hair as he holds her tightly.

He gives Selyna a look, and she smiles.

"𝐴𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑎 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒, 𝑆𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑠."

Silas lets out a breath, looking back down at Amne, who's face is buried in his chest.

Selyna goes over to the door of the room, preparing to leave until she stops, and turns over to the two.

"𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝐴𝑚𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑎."

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#whumpril2024 #whumprilday7 #hesitation #whump writing #WAHHHHH #GOD I LOVE THIS #Even if this is only an AU to the OG storyline #it's absolutely beautiful #this would start off the AU just now officially named Retierations: PROXY #its basically a what if Amne stayed in Celestial instead of going back to the overworld #ive been going back and forth on this idea for a while now..#and its now official :)#REJOICE #ANYWHOOO that is it folks #and as always #enjoy! :)

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soulsxng · 2 years ago

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[ 🤪 ] what is your muse’s sense of humour like? are they known for being joking, or serious?

[ 👶 ] is your muse good with kids, or do they prefer to avoid them?

[ 👻 ] does your muse have regrets? what are some of their deepest ones?

Sivel

@arcxnumvitae | Headcanon asks | Not accepting!

[ 🤪 ] what is your muse’s sense of humour like? are they known for being joking, or serious?

Sivel is generally known for being a very serious person, but that's mostly just how he tries to make himself appear. He's really good at it by now, so it works out, but really he's a lot more lighthearted than he seems. Especially with people that he enjoys being around, (or people that he hates, ironically) a lot of his humor and joking is of the teasing or sarcastic variety.

Other big ones for him are the sly little comments that click after the conversation is over, and then have the person laughing to themselves-- or, Sivel giving big, dramatic reactions to totally normal things.

A friend teases him back after he started it? Blasphemy! Betrayal of the highest order! He will now die, thank you very much!

If he considers the other person a good enough friend, he'll even start playing little tricks on them here and there. Harmless ones, designed to make them smile, but tricks none-the-less!

[ 👶 ] is your muse good with kids, or do they prefer to avoid them?

Sivvie's actually really good with kids! He didn't have the chance to raise his own, but he was old enough when Naya, his younger sister, was born, that he was able to learn and help take care of her! And when Naya eventually had her son, Sivan, Sivel was around constantly to help her raise him until he was the equivalent of 5-7 years old, since Sivan's father wasn't in the picture.

Still, nowadays especially, he's the type to "play" with babies that are watching him. Making faces, fluttering his wings at them, using little bits of magic-- whatever he can to get them to smile. He's pretty comfortable with children of all ages, and they tend to respond well to him overall, too!

The thought of having another kid of his own and raising them is frightening to him, though. He staunchly believes that a big part of why Ania turned out so well, is because it was Naya that primarily raised her. Mostly because of things he's done in the past, enemies he's made, etc, he's afraid that if he tries to raise a kid, that he's going to mess up, no matter how hard he tries to do right by them.

[ 👻 ] does your muse have regrets? what are some of their deepest ones?

He has many, but listen. Like many of his fears, pain, and dread, he buries that shit! The epitome of "If I ran as much in real life as I run from my problems, I would be a gold medal athlete", I swear to you.

But anyway! Right off the top of my head, there's three that come up most often.

He regrets not being there to raise Ania. Pretty self-explanatory. He died literally within a few hours of her being born, and actually never even got to see her before he was killed. Even if he's afraid he might not have been as great a father as she deserved, not being able to be there for her at all wins over that fear without contest.

He regrets what happened between he and his brother, Nesimah. TO A POINT. Yes, he's still angry with Nesimah. No, he hasn't forgiven him for everything that happened. But he also knows now, that he let his rage get the best of him, and Nesimah is unable to get rid of the scars from that to this day. Sivel is still angry with him, but he still regrets that he let himself get so carried away, because in doing so, he pretty much threw away his relationship with Nesimah, as well as any chance at repairing said relationship even to the point of simple neutrality.

This one is a newer one, that popped up since he and Quella divorced. A lot of his young adult life, up until 2 or maaaybe 3 years ago, when they split up, he lived for her. Though she never asked him to, he lived a life with her that was as close to what she wanted, as possible. The way he held himself, the way he dressed and presented himself, the way he acted, the way he thought about things, what they did together, where they went, even his becoming king? All for Quella-- as much as he could manage-- and the singular pursuit of making her happy, and being the man she deserved. He was literally obsessed with her, and may as well have worshipped the ground she walked on. He's not sure when he got that bad, nor exactly why, but he regrets not noticing it sooner. Not doing more for himself, and because it was something he wanted...because even now, he doesn't really know how. Doesn't really know who he's supposed to be, anymore. Yes, he's learning, and he's much better off now, than he was at first...but it's still an uphill battle for him.

#[Sivel -headcanons-]#(man though that last regret really gets me #Sivel; this super old and super powerful king of an ancient realm and it's people #and he is only just learning how to live for himself #and who he even is in the first place #half the time he feels like a stranger to himself #and that's really embarrassing and disappointing to him)

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meetmymouth · 3 years ago

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ooh I think #7 and #17 from the blurb list would fit very well together! if you want!

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#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

#17 Sleeping in the same bed for the first time

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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 2 years ago

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India Lima Yankee - Chapter 37

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 3016

Warnings: Allusions to sex, some swearing

Summary: Juliette Kazansky discovers Maverick is back in town for a special training detachment, but she's more than a little blindsided when Rooster arrives too. Having not spoken to him for almost ten years after their less than amicable break-up, Juliette can only imagine how the next few weeks are going to play out when she remains head over heels in love with him while he wants nothing to do with Juliette other than to forget her.

Or so she thinks.

Notes: Chapters in italics are flashbacks. Also I know I used See You Again in another chapter but I couldn't resist using it for this one too.

Chapter Songs: Radioactive Heroes

Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9 Chp 10 Chp 11 Chp 12 Chp 13 Chp 14 Chp 15 Chp 16 Chp 17 Chp 18 Chp 19 Chp 20 Chp 21 Chp 22 Chp 23 Chp 24 Chp 25 Chp 26 Chp 27 Chp 28 Chp 29 Chp 30 Chp 31 Chp 32 Chp 33 Chp 34 Chp 35 Chp 36 Chp 37

Juliette

For a while, she had slept. The rocking of the boat, the mental exhaustion from the rollercoaster of emotions she'd endured throughout the day, and the physical fatigue from the passionate rounds of reunion sex had knocked her out cold. She'd initially felt bad about making Rooster endure an hour of not being able to touch her at dinner, but Lord have mercy, was it worth it afterward.

Juliette turned her head to admire the man beside her. Dim moonlight danced across his tan skin and illuminated his brown eyes. Juliette frowned, propping herself up onto her elbow. "What's on your mind, Lieutenant?"

Rooster rolled onto his side to face her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Normally, I'd say yes, but I feel like this is going down a dangerous path."

"No, no, it's nothing- I mean, whatever you say, I'm not going to get mad."

"That's not helping."

"How'd you find out Maverick pulled my papers?"

The question took Juliette by surprise. Of all things she expected him to ask her, that hadn't even made the list. "What brought this up?"

"I realized I never asked you. I was just curious."

Juliette glanced down at Carole's ring, a habit she'd swiftly formed whenever she became nervous. "I heard voices in Dad's office, and curiosity got the better of me. I eavesdropped on him and discovered it was Mav. Once I realized what they were talking about, I left. I sat on the porch swing, replaying the conversation over and over in my head, wondering if there was any way I could've misconstrued it, but there wasn't. I knew what I heard. The decision to keep it a secret from you... I hated myself, Rooster."

"Jules-"

"No, it's- it's okay. Because I would've hated myself for telling you, too. On the one hand, if I didn't tell you, I was crushing your dreams. On the other, if I did, I would ruin the relationship with the man you considered a father and probably hurt my own relationship with him. I mean, you found out anyway and ended things with Maverick, but either way, I would've hated myself for the decision."

Rooster gingerly lifted her chin with his finger, forcing Juliette to look at him. "It was an impossible decision. We were all going to get hurt somehow, no matter what you chose. I don't know what I would've done had I been in your shoes."

"Probably would've gotten in a fight," Juliette joked lightly, thinking back to her boyfriend's tendencies back then and desperate to get rid of the melancholy mood. Still, interest piqued, she couldn't resist asking, "Are you thinking about reaching out to Maverick?"

"I know having you in my life and as my future wife that he will be a constant presence. I guess with the knowledge he might die on this mission, I'm-"

"Thinking?"

"Yeah. I know it's not good for me." He chuckled softly, brushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. "I'm considering trying to reconcile with him, but I can't help but think there's something he's not telling me, and I want him to tell me the truth. All of it. Was there anything you overheard in the conversation that might explain it?"

"I don't know. I left so quickly that I barely heard a thing," Juliette confessed, bracing her head on her hand. She thought back to that dreadful day, hoping to come up with some idea to help Rooster, especially if it meant speeding up the process of him forgiving Maverick. Then, something struck her. "I barely heard the end of the sentence, but it sounded like Mav wasn't acting on his own, like someone asked him to pull your papers. I can't be positive, of course. I mean, this was almost twenty years ago, but I remember coming into the conversation and hearing him say, 'asked me.' I didn't think anything of it back then, but now..."

Rooster's face fell into his handsome, brooding expression. Had they been talking about almost anything else, Juliette might've kissed him, but now wasn't the time. She let him mull over her words, patiently waiting for him to speak. Juliette thought about what she said herself, thinking who would ask Maverick to pull his papers, and it took a few minutes before her stomach dropped at the conclusion she came to. Judging by the look on Rooster's face, he arrived at the same one.

"Mom..." he breathed, his features contorting in pain. "Do you think-"

"It's possible?" Juliette lay her head on the pillow, thinking back to all the conversations she'd had with Carole, both before and after she started dating Rooster. There'd been so many, but Jules remembered a few that supported Bradley's suspicion. Choosing her words carefully, she said, "I know your mom was petrified to lose you like she did your dad. She brought it up to me a lot, especially once you announced you wanted to join the Navy."

"Why wouldn't Maverick tell me that, though? Why would he bear the full weight of the blame when he didn't act wholly on his own?"

Juliette reached out and cupped his face, running her thumb up and down his cheekbone. She hesitated to speak her mind but found herself doing so anyway. "You were so hateful to the person who pulled your papers long before you figured out it was Maverick. He knew you'd never forgive him, so if your mom did ask him to pull them, maybe he didn't tell you so you wouldn't resent her in any way."

"She's my mom. I could never-"

"Bradley, Mav was a father to you. You even called him Dad for the longest time. Maybe you wouldn't resent her since she was your blood, but I doubt Maverick would've wanted to risk that. The only way you'll find out is if you ask him." Juliette propped herself up again. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"How'd you find out that I knew Mav pulled your papers? Only he, my parents, and I knew about that."

"Your neighbor at the time, Jessie, she crossed paths with me when I was on my way to my truck. I don't even know how it got brought up in our conversation, but she said something along the lines of how she overheard you on the phone with some guy named 'Mav,' and that you were talking about me, said you were talking about my papers. I put two and two together and lost my head. You... you know what happened after that."

"Wouldn't surprise me if she told you on purpose," Juliette remarked, smiling slightly. "I swear she always had a thing for you."

"Uh, funny story, actually. I did end up dating her for a while a couple of years later."

"What?!" Juliette demanded, her voice going up an octave. "That little bitch! No wonder she stopped talking to me out of the blue."

"She was the girlfriend who discovered the box you sent me stashed in my closet because I couldn't bring myself to open it."

"This might be petty of me, but I'm glad I'm the reason you two broke up. Only fair, considering she's the reason we did."

Rooster laughed, leaning forward and kissing her. "Jessie had nothing on you. Oh, that reminds me..." Rooster stretched across her with his full weight, causing her to groan. Cheekily, he said, "Hey, people are going to get the wrong idea if you keep making noises like that."

"You weren't worried about that earlier," Juliette pointed out.

"I had much different things on my brain."

"You were also thinking with an entirely different brain."

"Very true." Rooster pushed himself off of her and sat up. Juliette joined him, watching as he draped a familiar locket around her neck. "You gave this to me to have a part of you with me while I was on deployment, but now that you're here, I want you to have it back."

Juliette grazed her thumb over the elevated anchor before flipping the locket open. She stared at the photos on the inside. She and Rooster looked so young in the picture, it was almost comical. On the other side were her dad and Maverick, beaming at the camera. Her heart lurched when she realized, not for the first time this week, that in the next few days, the three men residing in her locket might be nothing but ghosts of her past. If Maverick and Rooster both died on this mission...

"Hey-" Bradley gingerly grabbed her chin, forcing Juliette to look at him- "don't go down that road. It's not here yet."

"Two more days..."

"Exactly. Worry when the time comes and no sooner." Rooster leaned over and kissed her. "I think you need a distraction."

Juliette grinned knowingly. "Oh? What exactly did you have in mind, Lieutenant?"

He pushed her back onto the pillows. "I think you know."

***

Juliette stood on the flight deck with the other pilots, waiting for sunrise. With the upcoming mission, the deck had undergone a quick maintenance and cleaning, but it allowed the soldiers to be up top without fear of being run over by a jet.

Today was the day, and eager anticipation electrified the air around them. Well, for everyone but Juliette. She couldn't take her hand off the locket, fiddling with it to curve her anxiety. Halo took notice of it, asking, "Hey, Jules, where'd you get the necklace? It's pretty."

"Thank you!" Juliette bit back a grin. "An old acquaintance gave it to me a long time ago."

"What's on the back of it?"

"An inscription: India Lima Yankee. It's how we used to say 'I love you' without others questioning how we meant it. We were super close friends, but everyone thought we were together every time we said 'I love you' to each other, so we started saying 'India Lima Yankee' instead. Of course, the two of us ended up dating, so it took on a new level of its original meaning."

"Are you still dating them?" Harvard queried, his eyes darting over to Rooster. Juliette's heart leaped into her throat. Did they suspect it? Or were they wondering if Rooster had a thing for her? Either way, they'd be correct, but she certainly didn't want them to know the first one.

"No, I'm not." It wasn't a lie, technically. She wasn't dating Rooster anymore. They were engaged.

Omaha nodded at Bradley. "So, you're not dating Bradshaw here?"

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...

"What on earth would give you that idea?" Juliette countered, faking bewilderment. Maybe she could convince them otherwise. Of course, Bradley would have to put his eyes back in his head...

"You're telling us you're not dating?" Coyote demanded incredulously. "You two are always together, and don't get me started on how you've been spending nights in her stateroom, Rooster!"

"No, we're not. Bradley and I have been friends for what?" Juliette turned to her fiancé, hoping her crinkled brow would convey curiosity rather than guilt at having their relationship discovered.

"Thirty years?" he suggested, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Something like that. Pretty much before we can remember, and I mean that literally. We haven't seen each other in almost ten years, so we've had a ton of catching up to do."

"So, who's the diamond ring from then?"

"Coyote, if you're insinuating what I think you are, I'm pretty sure it should be on my left ring finger, not my right one. Still, for your information, Sherlock, it belonged to someone very dear to me that passed away."

"Speaking of Sherlock and someone who knows things-" Hangman interrupted, sidling up next to Juliette- "do you know who Mav is sending up?"

"You find out in five minutes, and you're asking me now?" Juliette quirked an eyebrow at the handsome aviator.

"I'm antsy. I mean, I already know I'm going up, but I'd like to hear it confirmed."

"For your information, I don't know. I made sure Maverick didn't tell me his choices."

Hangman frowned, disappointed. "What? Why not?"

"Because of the exact question you just asked me. I knew you would hound me if you thought I had an answer."

"Do you have your suspicions?" Fanboy prodded, peering around Hangman.

"Yeah, but I'm not sharing them right now. I'll tell you if I was right afterward, though. If any of you get shot down, though, I will find you, and I will kill you myself, understood?"

"Aye, aye, Captain," Hangman replied impishly, saluting her. The others followed suit.

"We should head down," Bob announced, checking his watch. The pilots shuffled off. Rooster slung his arm around Juliette's shoulders. To their friends, who now knew how far back the two went, it would appear, hopefully, as an affectionate, amiable gesture. In reality, it was Rooster attempting to comfort Juliette when he recognized her stressed-out signals, namely her locket-fiddling.

When the group arrived at the main hangar, Juliette opted to stand in the back. Well, she tried. Maverick called out her name, motioning for her to stand up front with him, Cyclone, and Warlock. He asked quietly, "You ready?"

"Yeah. Are you?"

"For the mission? Yes. For who I'm about to send up? No."

Juliette didn't need for Maverick to say the name for her to comprehend who he spoke of. Still, noticing the doubt behind his eyes, she told him, "I'll support whatever decision you make because I know you'll make the right one for the mission."

Squeezing his shoulder, she took place a few feet to his right. Juliette crossed her arms over her chest to hide her shaking hands. Meanwhile, the pilots lined up in rows. Once they were ready, Maverick spoke.

"It's been an honor flying with you," he said, looking each pilot in the eye. "Each one of you represents the best of the best. This is a very specific mission. My choice is a reflection of that and nothing more."

"Choose your two Foxtrot teams," Cyclone ordered.

With no uncertainty, Maverick replied, "Payback and Fanboy. Phoenix and Bob."

Juliette bit back a proud smile. She'd guessed the two teams right. Evidently, despite Phoenix's confidence that she'd be sent up, she appeared surprised by the words coming out of Maverick's mouth, if not a little nervous too.

"And your wingman?" Cyclone asked.

Now, Maverick hesitated. He turned his head ever so slightly, catching Juliette's gaze, the silent question in his eyes. She subtly nodded: Send him.

"Rooster," Maverick said, garnering Bradley's confused attention. Juliette let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Her boyfriend locked eyes with her, and she offered him a weak smile, but Jules couldn't keep her hand off her locket.

"The rest of you will stand by on the carrier for any reserve role that's required," Warlock informed. "Dismissed."

The pilots dispersed to shake the chosen ones' hands and wish them luck. Juliette stayed put next to Maverick, mainly because her shoes suddenly felt like they'd been filled with cement. Logically, sending Rooster was the right decision. He'd had one of the best track records of all the pilots and came closest to succeeding in the trial runs out of all of them. Emotionally, however, it might've been the most difficult decision she'd ever made.

Think with your head, not your heart, Juliette. She chastised herself, clenching her jaw in an attempt to steel herself. He's got this. He's going to come back.

"Jules," Maverick's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "You okay, Princess?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You made the right call."

"Then why do you look so nervous?"

Juliette glanced over Maverick's shoulder at her fiancé. "Because I know that expression. He's starting to overthink."

Maverick turned around, studying Bradley's reaction himself. Worry flickered across his face. "We'll make sure he doesn't. He won't listen to me, but he'll listen to you."

"With this? I think it might be better coming from you. If he thinks you believe in him-"

"Doesn't me sending him up show that?"

"Not if he thinks you're sending him up as an apology."

Maverick grimaced. "I can't win with this, can I?"

"He's close to reaching out, Mav. I'll see if I can push him to do it without stressing him out further."

"I appreciate it, Jules, but don't risk your relationship with him on my behalf."

"Don't worry about us, Mav. Trust me, we're fine. You should go suit up. You have the briefing shortly."

Maverick nodded but didn't move. He waited until the hangar emptied, then pulled Juliette into a hug. "If I don't make it back-"

"Don't say that," she said sharply. "If you can survive getting blasted out of the sky going Mach 10, you can survive this."

"Jules-"

"No. I lost one dad, Maverick. I'm not losing a second, and I will raise absolute hell to get you back if you get shot down. I'll track you down myself if I have to."

The corners of his lips tugged upward. "I think I might be more afraid of what you'll do to me than the enemy."

"You should be," Juliette declared indignantly, even though it was a far cry from the truth. She shoved her fists into her pockets, nails digging painfully into her palms. "Go suit up. The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you and Bradley can come home."

He hugged her one last time, and then Juliette watched Maverick walk off, her heart synchronizing with his footsteps, adding to the echo in the massive hangar. At least, that's what it sounded like to her with how loudly the blood pounded in her ears. Juliette stood alone, waiting for the pilots and admirals to come back for the briefing. She'd been so confident in her pilots that they could succeed in this, especially having Maverick up there with them, but now, having seen Bradley's expression, the furrowed brow that clearly indicated his deep thinking, and Mav's words from mere moments ago, the cold sensation of doubt crept into her mind.

Someone's not coming back from this.

***

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Find a Way Chapter 3

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Rating: M (mature; mdni)

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Tags/Warnings: swearing, sick reader, banter, fluff, Miche just being a good guy

A/N: this part was so fun to write and i love it so much, so i hope y’all do too. enjoy~

You feel like shit. A big, steaming pile of fucking shit.

You've had a headache all day, your face is sore from full sinuses, your throat is itchy, and your eyes burn with every blink.

You're sick. It's Friday night, and you're sick.

Skipping work isn't an option, so you're working behind the counter wearing a medical grade mask and nitrile gloves. Reiner keeps glaring at you because he knows, and he's been trying to convince you to go home since you stepped into Marley's, but so far he has been unsuccessful.

"Seriously, go home and rest. I can call Bertl or Annie to cover."

"Or, I can hop behind the bar!" Porco shouts from his stool.

You shoot him a bemused look and shake your head. "I don't like the thought of y'all behind the bar together."

"Aw, come on! You can trust me," Porco tries, batting beautifully long lashes he doesn't deserve.

"Not a chance."

He begins to protest again, but you're distracted by your phone buzzing in your back pocket, your stomach flipping as you pull it out.

M, 7:39

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It's of Minnie, a red rubber ball in her mouth as she stares directly at the camera. Earlier, you had mentioned to Miche that you were having a shitty day, so as any upstanding man would do, he started sending pictures of his dog. It doesn't get rid of the throbbing in your head, but it still brightens your mood a bit.

At least it isn't busy. Yet. Reiner was kind enough to give you some Tylenol, and you have a Red Bull under the counter, so you should be able to power through. Porco is gonna perform the usual set by himself since you can't sing for shit, so all you have to worry about is serving guests.

The usuals come in, all the depressed middle agers and college kids. There don't seem to be any type of actual parties going on which is a relief. You don't think you'd be able to cater to a bunch of 'woo girls' or overly flirtatious men— "It's this guy's birthday! What're you gonna give him?"

A swift kick to the balls, for one.

Porco is done by 8:30 and shoves the shoebox of tips at you as he passes, but tonight you absolutely refuse to take it.

"I didn't even do anything!"

"So? Just take it. Buy some fucking medicine."

"Porco, for real—"

The humor that he previously wore on his face is completely gone now, eyebrows high as he argues, "I'm not fucking joking, dude. You look like you're about to pass out."

You have been feeling a little dizzy for the past half hour, but that probably has less to do with you being sick and all to do with the chips you had for lunch.

"I'm fine."

In truth, you'd like nothing more than to go back home and sleep for four days straight. Sweat out your fever under fuzzy blankets, brew your last teabag, eat your last can of soup.

You should probably call your parents, ask your dad if he can slip a twenty into your account, but… Pride is an ugly thing.

"At least go chill in the back and drink some water or something," Reiner pleads, and you just barely catch the way his eyes flick to the counter behind you. "Just for a little bit."

"Are you not feeling well?"

You swivel around, catching yourself on the drip edge of the counter when you sway precariously. Seeing Miche's handsome face makes your stomach flip which in turn makes it roll, and you swallow thickly before forcing a smile that he can't see behind your mask.

"Weren't you just outside with your dog?"

"I was an hour ago, yeah," he chuckles before holding out a hand and gesturing for you to get closer. "Come here."

You do as told, leaning over and letting your eyes fall shut as soon as the back of his hand touches your forehead.

Like the smartass you are, you comment, "That's not an accurate way of testing for fever," and Miche scoffs.

"It's accurate enough for me to tell your brain is getting fried right now."

"Oh nooo, not my brain," you fake concern, but the mockery is lost, your scratchy voice lacking all inflection. When you open your eyes again, the man before you looks anything but entertained.

"Have a headache? Watery eyes? Chills?"

All of the above. "Maybe."

"That's it, I'm calling Annie," Reiner huffs.

"Rei—"

"Hey, I don't wanna hit a woman, but if I have to knock you out to get you home, I fucking will."

"Oh my god," you whine, bending further to rest your cheek on the counter which, admittedly, feels pretty good.

"Babe, can you hop back here while we wait for Annie?"

Porco is sliding on the wet tile behind the bar before you can raise your head to look, snatching both your bar blade and the small towel from your pocket.

"I'll give these back when you're not about to die."

"Stop being dramatic. And, go get my longboard from the back," you demand, adding a meaningless, "Please," a full second later.

"Oh, no, you're not riding that thing home," Reiner shakes his head. "You're gonna fall into traffic or something."

"What are you, my mom?"

"If I have to be," he quips, then holds his arms out. "Come on, come here, let me use my lips to check that temperature."

You give a few weak swats, but the blonde still ends up humming against your forehead as you roll your eyes. "One-oh-two point… three."

"You're so full of shit," you tell him with a light shove. "And, anyway, would you prefer I walk home instead? Is that any better than skating?"

"Mm, slightly, but—"

"I can drive her—uh—you," Miche stutters, and everyone turns to look at him. "I mean, if that's alright with… all of you."

Both Reiner and Porco are halfway over the counter in less than a second.

"Can we trust you?"

"How do we know you're not some creep?"

"Better not turn her into a skin suit."

"Jesus Christ!" You pull both of them back by their respective collars and tell them to, "Chill the fuck out, you psychos."

"It's fine, I get it," Miche laughs, apparently unaffected by the younger men.

Porco is still squinting at him, but Reiner turns you to face him once again, questioning in a voice you can barely hear, "Would you be comfortable with that? I can drive you once Annie gets here."

"No, yeah, it's fine. Miche's a good guy."

You're pretty sure he is, anyway. You don't know him all that well, but between your shared lunches and the occasional text conversation that may or may not span a couple days at a time, you feel like you can judge his character well enough at that point.

"Definitely not the skin suit type," you add for reassurance.

Reiner glances between you and the man in question then nods more to himself than to you. "Alright. Just text me when you get home, okay?"

"Will do, Mama Rei."

He clicks his tongue. "Someone's gotta watch out for you."

After grabbing your longboard and unplayed guitar from the break room, you meet Miche out front, struggling with the bulky items until he takes both of them from you.

"Thanks."

"Of course."

He puts them in the back of his fancy-schmancy Mercedes, then rounds the vehicle to open your door, and fuck, if you didn't feel like utter garbage, you may have propositioned him right then and there. You're pretty sure the only person who's ever opened a car door for you is your dad. They just don't make 'em like that anymore.

You can't smell anything due to your stuffy nose, but you imagine the car is filled with the scent of leather, maybe with a dash of Miche's cologne. What a nice thought.

"Are you cold?" He asks when he's situated in his seat. "I can turn on the warmers if you've got chills."

"No, m'fine."

He does it anyway, and you try not to sound too pleased when you sigh and let your head rest on the window.

"Nice car."

"Thanks."

"I mean, I hate the model, but… it's nice on the inside."

"It may come as a surprise, but—" Miche snickers, turning onto the road the grocery store is on. "—I actually hated the wagons when they first came out, but they grew on me. Kinda like those dogs that are so ugly they're cute."

"As long as you're aware of it."

You direct him to the nearby complex, not entirely surprised when he parks and gets out to grab your things from the back.

"Can I follow you to drop these off, or would you rather—"

"Depends. Are you gonna kill me in cold blood once we're in the privacy of my apartment?"

"Wasn't planning on it, no," he answers easily, the corner of his mouth pulling upward.

"Then, yeah, why not."

You trudge up the concrete stairs to your unit, able to hear Remy scratching at the door and whining for you before you even pull out your keys.

"Brace yourself."

The little dog is jumping desperately as soon as you step in, tiny claws leaving light lines all over your legs until you bend down and pick him up. He licks your neck and chin as you turn your face away, then stops once he actually zeroes in on the hulking man behind you.

"Worst guard dog ever. How are you just now noticing him?"

Miche laughs in his throat while he sets down your board and guitar, then slowly extends a hand to let Remy sniff him. Just like that, the traitor is trying to squirm out of your arms and into Miche's.

"You some kind of dog whisperer?"

He shrugs while taking Remy from you, holding him up like baby Simba.

"Just always been good with animals. Thought about going into vet medicine for a long time, but it didn't pan out."

"What stopped you?"

You shouldn't be making conversation. You should be getting ready for bed, call it an early night and sleep off whatever it is that's knocking you on your ass.

"Honestly?" Green eyes settle on you, and Miche pouts. "I don't have it in me to put animals down."

"But, you're cool with breaking baby bones?"

His frown deepens for a moment before he looks back at the wriggling dog in his hands. "Newborns aren't nearly as cute as baby animals. They come out screaming and covered in vernix, and sometimes they pee on you."

"Remy does that too sometimes. Just a heads up."

He doesn't even acknowledge the warning, just brings Remy closer so that he's against Miche's chest, frantically sniffing every part of him he can reach.

"That said, I don't enjoy breaking bones or delivering sick babies. Just part of the job. Breaking puppy bones, though?" He gives a firm shake of his head. "Nope. Can't do it. No way."

"Heartwarming, truly."

You think this is the part where he starts looking around, taking in your shabby home, but no. Miche's stare remains split between you and Remy, and you're grateful for it.

All of your furniture is "well-loved", none of the pieces matching save for your bed and the nightstand next to it, but you're not about to lead Miche back there to show him. There are a couple jackets slung over the back of the couch, shoes by the door in complete disarray, and several of Remy's toys are strewn about the den. You only have two pictures hanging in the main room, a framed panorama of bluebonnets over the front door and a diagram of the Circle of Willis over your TV.

"Alright, so, you have acetaminophen?" Miche asks after setting the dog down on the ground.

"Uhh," you sniffle, wipe your nose, then shake your head. "Negatory."

"Do you have any type of medicine here?"

"Mmm, no."

Miche blinks at you, and you watch as he runs his tongue over his front teeth.

"Gatorade? Soup?"

"Best I can do is water and ramen."

He scrubs a hand down his face and takes a deep breath. "Look, I'm trying not to judge—"

"I am a broke college student. You think I have the funds for fancy stuff like basic medicine and Campbell's?"

You let out a little cough, and the pressure makes it feel like your skull is about to break along every one of its sutures.

"Alright, look. You're sick," he states, pointing at you with both hands. "And, ill-prepared. Meanwhile, a few miles away is my apartment that is stock full of fever-reducer and soup and—"

"Mom always told me not to let men take me to a secondary location."

"Which is fantastic advice, but… What're you gonna do if this bug is still keeping you down come Monday? You gonna power through class or skip altogether? Go visit your PCP?"

"Okay, okay, fuck, lemme pack a bag."

He's being… a little pushy and condescending, but you can tell it's coming from a good place. At this point, you're just glad he isn't quoting the Hippocratic Oath to you. I have a duty.

Plus, you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to see where he lives.

You toss the necessities into an old backpack, the butterflies in your gut mixing with the general nausea you've been experiencing for the better part of the evening. There's no way that this will turn into anything fun, not with how shitty you feel, but you're still a little excited. At the very least, you'll get to learn more about Miche.

When you walk back out, Miche is leaning against the front door, holding a leashed up Remy in one hand and his bag of food in the other. There is also a familiar alligator toy sticking out of his back pocket, the one that squeaks and drives you insane on study nights.

This image—Miche holding your dog and all of his little supplies, smiling at you when you come back into view—this is the one that stops you, that knocks the air out of your lungs and makes you realize…

You're about to fall very hard and very fast.

"Ready?"

You nod, a little dazed, and grab your keys with a shaky hand.

"Still cold?" He questions but doesn't pause to let you answer. "I'll turn on the warmers again, and then you can grab a shower or bath at the apartment."

The ride isn't long at all. Remy's little paws dig into your thighs as he twists and turns on your lap, trying to brace himself to look out the window, but you don't let him in fear of his claws ruining the plush interior of Miche's car.

He's just outside of the med center, pulling up to a large brick building that looks more like an old factory than any type of home.

It's a loft, you think to yourself. He lives in a loft, and despite the plain exterior, you just know it's gonna be nice inside. You try to prepare yourself, but it isn't enough because as soon as Miche unlocks his door and ushers you inside, you can't keep your jaw from dropping.

"Are you serious right now?"

"Hm?"

"This place is…" You're about to say something along the lines of 'amazing', but before you can, Remy's yappy bark echoes through the open space.

Minnie, you easily recognize, is sprawled on the couch, lifting her huge head and tilting it to one side as her ears twitch. She's even bigger in person, covered in wiry fur the color of wheat and absolutely beautiful. You can already imagine snuggling with her, falling asleep for an afternoon nap as sun shines through the windows that line one of the brick walls.

Don't get too lost in the fantasy, you pull back on your own reins, but the idea doesn't leave your mind as Minnie slides off the couch and walks over to you, not paying Remy any attention whatsoever.

"Hello, sweet girl," you greet, letting her get a few good sniffs in before petting her between the ears. "You're so pretty, you know that?"

Remy is going wild in Miche's grasp, so you give the okay to set him down, not particularly scared of a fight breaking out. Minnie is obviously too well behaved for that, no matter how much Remy might nip at her. She allows the smaller dog to circle her, shoving his nose into her paws and legs, the only things he can really reach, and once he's done and his tail is wagging, Minnie gives him the same treatment with a much larger nose.

The two of them dancing around each other is a little hilarious, about as different as two dogs can be, but you eventually tear your eyes away in favor of surveying the apartment further.

It's an open floor plan, brick walls around the perimeter but white interiorly. The hardwood offers a bit more traction than the faux wood that Remy's always sliding around on. It's nicely decorated in a minimal sort of way, and anyone could guess that a man lives here, but it doesn't look like the average bachelor pad—could be because of money, could simply be because Miche is just a little classier than most guys.

A steel staircase leads to the second story, open like the first floor as a balcony lines the walls and leads to what you can't yet see. It's so spacious, and the huge windows set into the brick makes it seem even more so. Each sill is home to a different succulent garden, and when Miche catches you staring at them, he explains, "Only plants I can keep alive."

"I get it. I had one for a while in my old dorm."

"Yeah? What happened to it?"

"It died," you snicker. "Did you know that even succulents need to be watered sometimes?"

Miche rolls his eyes as he moves past you, and you follow him into the kitchen—shiny wood countertops, an island surrounded with bar stools, this is a home for entertaining.

"You have company over a lot?"

Miche shakes his head, "No, not really," as he reaches into a cabinet and grabs a plastic bottle. "A birthday party here and there, maybe watching a game with a few friends if I'm off, but I'm usually not."

"Why so much space then?"

He tosses you the pill bottle which you do not catch, have to pick it up off the floor and pout. When you straighten up you take note of the canvas hanging over the sink and have to ask, "Is that… Georgia O'Keeffe's Black Iris?"

Miche looks over his shoulder at it and nods with a little grin. "Yeah. Gel got it for me as a joke right before my fellowship, but I kinda like it."

"So, you're telling me that when you finish staring at vaginas all day at work, you come home and stare at another one while making dinner?"

Miche's laugh is nice, deep and rumbling and making his lips part in a wide smile.

"I don't just stare at them, Jesus, I—I examine them."

"Not helpin' your case, bud."

He huffs then points at the bottle in your hand. "Take two then get ready for bed."

A glass of water is handed to you in a much nicer fashion than the pills were, and you down a couple of the capsules, squinting over the rim of your cup the whole time.

"When's the last time you ate?" He asks, and you choke on the water in your mouth.

"Lunch time," you croak then cough.

"A full meal?"

You shake your head, no reason to lie at this point. He doesn't scold you or even look disappointed, just paces over to his pantry and names off, "Chicken noodle, vegetable, beef and vegetable, chicken and stars, mediocre gumbo, tortilla—"

"I assume the chicken and stars are Nolan's."

"Yeah, but I don't think he'll miss one can."

It's settled. Miche tells you to make yourself comfortable as he warms up the soup, so you do, kicking off your shoes and sitting next to Minnie on the couch.

"She likes to lay on the remote, so if you wanna watch TV, you'll have to move her."

It takes you a second to locate the plastic once you slide your hand underneath the wolfhound, but you let out a little, "Aha!" once you find it.

Hulu, HBO, Netflix, Prime, Disney, there isn't much that Miche doesn't have. Naturally, you land on Cosmos, hoping it'll make you drowsy enough to cancel out the giddiness coursing through you. Maybe it'll even make you look smart.

Miche joins you with a bowl of your requested soup, a stick of beef jerky hanging from his mouth, and when you cringe, he raises his eyebrows and challenges, "You're judging me for my eating habits?"

"No, no, just…" You spoon some broth onto your mouth then breathe out steam as it burns your tongue. "Any time I see jerky, I think of the old Slim Jim commercials. You remember those?"

"With the crazy guy who was clearly hyped up on meth?"

You giggle and nod. "That's the one."

Sitting and joking with Miche, blowing on soup while Neil Degrasse Tyson paces around his ship of the imagination, you can almost forget about how shitty you feel. Minnie is curled up on your end of the couch while Remy is next to Miche, splooting over his thigh and watching you through every slow blink of his eyes.

It's nice. Even with the headache, even with the sore throat, it's nice.

"You wanna shower or just pass out?"

"I still smell like the bar, so a shower would be nice."

He tells you that there's a couple bathrooms on the first story but that his is nicer, leading you up the stairs with both dogs close behind. All you see of his bedroom is a green comforter and another window carved out of the brick that overlooks the city streets.

"Towels in the closet, soap on the shower rack. Feel free to use whatever you need."

"Cool, thanks."

Once he leaves, you lay pajamas out over the counter, placing your toothbrush, toothpaste, and razor next to them. The spray is warm and a little rough, the showerhead on a high pressure setting that feels good against the muscles of your back.

Miche's shampoo clears your sinuses temporarily, smelling of mint and citrus that mixes very well with the sandalwood bar soap. By the time you finish bathing, you feel a little better, but you're also ready to knock out for the night, having made sure to bring pajama pants instead of shorts as well as soft socks, intending to sweat this fever out while balled up under blankets on Miche's couch.

You make it back downstairs just in time for the front door to open, Miche walking inside with both dogs on leashes. Remy runs to you once he's free to, and you kneel to pet him, limbs feeling heavy as you do.

"Go to bed," Miche says with a thoughtful sigh. "I'll be up for a while, so I'll make sure he eats."

"Thank you." Attempting to stand back up, you lose your balance for a moment and are grateful for the hand Miche extends to help you. He pulls you up a little too fast, making you sway right into his chest, but you don't mind too much, just set your forehead against his sternum, and repeat in a quieter voice, "Seriously. Thank you."

He's stiff at first, and for a moment, you think you've fucked up, that you're too close to him, and it's making him uncomfortable, but then he relaxes, rubbing a hand down your back and releasing a sigh that makes you tingle when it hits your shoulder.

You like him. You like him a lot. But you are in no place to be making decisions, so you just take a deep breath and ask, "You have blankets for the couch?"

"I do, yeah, but my bed is more comfortable." He pauses just long enough to make you nervous before adding, "I can take the couch tonight."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." The hand on your back stops moving, and god, you wish it hadn't because Miche's hands feel good. They're big and warm and— "I'll make sure to keep the volume low."

You feel like you should thank him again or possibly go the complete opposite route and argue about sleeping arrangements a little more because this is his home that he's just opened to you so graciously, and you don't want to put him out any more than you already have. He has absolutely no reason to be as nice to you as he is, but here he is, looking down at you with kind eyes and nodding to the staircase behind you.

“If you need anything, just yell.”

“Yeah, okay.”

After trudging back up the stairs and into the room you’d only just come out of, you allow yourself to take a look around. No real snooping—no opening drawers or anything like that—but you eye the bookshelf in the corner, all the photographs set up on one of the higher shelves. They look to span for many years, pictures of a younger Miche and friends outside of a large college building, of him and who you assume to be his parents, a little boy you recognize as Nolan hugging Minnie around the neck.

There are a few knick-knacks littered between the frames, a statue of a humanoid creature with tentacles in place of a mouth, a wooden cube puzzle, and a small glass bowl filled with… tiny plastic babies. They look like the little ones people find (and sometimes choke on) in King’s Cake, but you don’t understand why Miche has more than a couple dozen of them.

Maybe some things are better left unknown.

The soft mattress and feather duvet are enough to distract you from whatever other weird collections Miche might have. You may as well melt into the blankets, surrounded by clouds and mint and sandalwood. Cosmos is still playing downstairs, lulling you to sleep just like it does every night.

You don’t know how long you’re out for, but the soft sound of footsteps in the room rouse you just enough for you to crack open an eye. The light shining in from the window turns Miche’s figure into a silhouette as he moves as silently as possible, grabbing clothes from one of his drawers before stripping off his shirt and dropping it in the hamper up against the wall.

Your vision is blurry from sleep, but even in the darkness you can make out his broad chest, the planes of a flat stomach, and hip bones sharp enough to cast shadows. Unfortunately, you aren’t able to stare for long, your head still hot with a fever, body still tired from overexertion, and you’re asleep again before Miche even goes back downstairs.

#miche zacharias x reader #mike zacharias x reader #aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fanfic #attack on titan fanfic #mels find a way

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thatkpophoelife · 4 years ago

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Jealousy

PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem. Reader (ft. Taehyung and NCT Jaehyung)

RATING: Mature 18+

GENRE: NonIdol Au. Highschool Au. Smut. Fluff

WC: 8K

SUMMARY: You and Jungkook have been best friends since the beginning of time. You spent every waking moment together until one night your at a party and the feelings you have been trying to keep inside decide they want to erupt and make your life harder than you ever could have expected.

WARNINGS: Swearing. under aged drinking. Big dick Jungkook. Oral (Fem. Rec.) Nipple Play. Fingering (Fem. Rec.) Multiple Orgasms. Cream Pie. Unprotected Sex. Slight Daddy Kink. Slight degradation (hardly mentioned). Thigh Ridding.

A/N: I’m so happy I’m finally done with it. I am so happy with the result. I have been working hard for the last few days getting this ready to post so sorry if anything is spelt wrong or doesn’t make sense. ENJOY!

You and Jungkook have been best friends since the first grade. It all started when you fell off the monkey bars during recess. Your palms and knees were bloody and scraped. The cement was rough against your skin and you could see those small little rocks in the small cuts on your hands. As a little kid they seemed way worse than they really were. You were scared you would need to go to the doctors for stiches and then they would need to give you a shot. You were like 7, things like that terrified you.

When you looked up through your watery eyes, you could see a little boy with cute cheeks, deep brown eyes, and bangs. You looked back down at the ground and wiped off your cheeks and nose. When you looked back up you saw the same boy but with his hand out for you to grab. You reached out to grab it and he pulled you up with a huge grin and a huff.

“I’m Jungkook but my friends call me Kookie.”

“I'm Y/N. Thanks for helping me up Jungkook.” You though it had a nice ring to it.

“No problem. I have a band aid in my pocket, you can have it”

“Really? Thanks.” When he handed you the band aid you couldn’t help but notice it had a small picture of Woody from Toy Story on it.

In the days that went by, you two hung out nonstop. He told you almost everything that you could learn about a 7-year-old. You learned his birthday was September 1st, he has an older brother named SeokJin that everyone calls Jin, he likes pizza, and loves soccer. You knew other things of course, but those were just some of the basics.

You became best friends extremely fast and spent most of your summer together. You went to the beach more than once a week. Your parents became friends with his parents and there was no going back on this friendship now. You did develop a teensy tiny basically non-existent crush on Jin but it quickly went away when Jungkook called you out on it and asked you to never see his brother in that light again. You agreed because even though you were only now 8, you still had your priorities and Jungkook was in the top 3.

By the time second grade came around he asked you, aka forced you, into joining his soccer team so you could “spend more time together.” You whined for the entire first practice. Since your mom was excited to finally see you doing a sport, she put your hair up in pigtails and bought you neon pink knee socks with a just as neon yellow visor. You were not happy. When you got to the field you felt out of place and like everyone was laughing at you. Those worries effected how you played. Just because you never played the sport before doesn’t mean you weren’t somewhat decent at it.

You knew how to dribble kind of well and you had decent aim when trying to make the ball in the net. But your real strong suit was goalie. You were never afraid of the ball or of getting hurt. If you needed to you would gladly dive for the ball if that’s what your team needed to win a game. You were never a girly girl so getting dirt on your knees never bothered you.

Despite all of this you still didn’t want to try out. Your mom was loud and never stopped cheering your name, no matter where you were. You had no other siblings so it’s not like she had anywhere else to be. She had her own small company that way she could create her own schedule and get to go to anything you wanted her to and as far as she knew that was everything. All of your class field trips, sport games, school plays, everything. You were too nervous to tell her otherwise because you didn’t want to hurt her feelings. You know that she only went overboard because she loves you so much but sometimes you wished she loved you a little less. And your dad was always busy with his 9-5 job so he never went to any of your things.

You never stopped playing though. You ended up enjoying the sport more than you could have expected. It was even more enjoyable since you were actually good at it, you always got to be goalie in all of your games. You and Jungkook were actually the star players on your co-ed team. And whenever Jungkook would ask you about why you still played even though you “didn’t like it that much” you always said you liked it enough to continue playing and that you had nothing better to do. You knew deep down that he knew you enjoyed the sport just as much as him, but you also knew he would never call you out on it.

You won almost all of your games, and you and Jungkook always fought over who deserved the trophy’s. Your argument was that the goalie was a key role to stop the other team from scoring. Jungkook’s was that he made most of the goals to keep your teams score up too high for the other team to ever catch up. It always came to a vote among your teammates, Jungkook always won and you knew it was because most of the girls had a crush on him and wanted him to like them back.

Besides that, nothing exciting happend in your friendship for a while. You spent a lot of time playing soccor in parks and when it was soccor season. You spent all of your summers together and both you’re your guys’ parent let you two get a golden retriever to take care of named Olive the summer before 6th grade. She was staying at Jungkook’s though because it was his idea in the first place. It didn’t mean you never go to see her there. You spent half of your summer there so you saw her a lot.

In your summer of 7th grade Olive got hit by a truck. You were both devasted and Jungkook spent a week at your house. All because Jin forgot to let Olive in at night so she decided to run. Jungkook didn’t talk to Jin for almost a month.

Then in 8th grade a boy named Park Jimin decided to throw a “End of the Summer Almost Freshmen in High-School” party. In reality it was more like ten people that were all in some way shape or form a part of his friend circle. You were invited because they needed another girl to come and Jungkook talked you up so much Jimin had no choice.

The night was all fun and games until his parents went to bed. He quickly grabbed an empty 16-liter Coca-Cola bottle and sat it in the middle of the floor and had everyone gather around in a circle. You were beyond nervous considering you hardly knew any of the boys that were playing and you have never had you first kiss.

A few rounds went by and nothing particularly interesting happened. Jimin kissed some girl named Emily that you didn’t like that much anyways. Then it was Jungkook’s turn. He spun it and you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. It felt as if the bottle was spinning non-stop. Past Emily, past Nichole, past Maddison, past Jimin, past everyone else. Then it stopped, and pointed at you.

You felt your heart speed up. You couldn’t kiss your best friend. It was wrong in so many ways. But the chanting of your names in the background couldn’t go unnoticed. You had no choice but to kiss him. Well, you kind of did but you were hoping that by doing something like this people will start to like you more and not look at you as Jungkook’s best friend. You both sat up and looked each other in the eyes.

Slowly the rest of the world started to silently drift away. You don’t know if it was because everyone around you stopped talking to watch the kiss or because you were to focused on Jungkook and nothing else. His right hand slowly went to up to your caress your cheek while his left hand was on the floor keeping him balanced. You couldn’t help but notice the sparkle in his eyes. The way they traveled from your pupils, to the tip of your nose, and finally landing on your lips. The way his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your cheek leaving a burning sensation wherever it touched. The way he locked eyes with you one last time to make sure he had your permission first.

You noticed that the second you nodded your head giving him permission; he didn’t waste a second to kiss you. The kiss was soft but urgent. Like you both have been waiting for this very moment for so long. Once he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes and gave you a look you would never forget. He smirked.

You couldn’t help but shake your head in absolute confusion and utter disbelief. Did he want that kiss to happen? Did he do that because the guys were watching? You didn’t know. The only thing you knew, was that you’ve had a huge crush on your best friend since the very beginning.

Ever since that day he helped you up from the dirty ground when your hands and knees you scraped and bloody. Ever since he told you it was a good idea to co-own a puppy. Ever since the last day of middle school when you took a selfie jumping with glee. These feelings had been hiding ever since the beginning, and Jungkook’s lips was the only thing to break down the barriers and release those feelings.

You didn’t bother to sit back down in the circle. You wanted to go home, needed to go home. You didn’t want to wake up your parents and ask them to pick you up. You also didn’t want to walk through the door and have them ask why you came home. You knew exactly what to do.

Call Jin.

He answered on about the fourth ring. “Hello?” said the course and tired voice from the other line. You felt bad the second you heard him speak because you knew you woke him up.

“Hey Jin. Umm I was wondering if you could pick me up from the party?” You were prepared to literally beg him to come pick you up.

“Whatever. It’s the same house Kookie’s at, right?” You couldn’t believe you didn’t even need to ask twice.

“That is very correct. I will be ready and waiting outside for you to pull up.”

“Loser. I will be there in 10, don’t make me wait.” You couldn’t help but smile widely while you were getting you stuff together and putting your shoes on.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” You have got to be kidding.

“Hey Jungkook, what are you doing here?”

“What do you mean what am I doing here. I was invited” You can see it written all over his cute little bunny face that he was so confused.

“I- I'm just not feeling too well, I'm going home” You couldn’t help the painfully obvious stutter as you lied to your best friend’s face.

“How, it’s a sleep over? Your mom won’t be thrilled if you called her at 1 o’clock in the morning.”

“I already called someone, and they should be here any minute now so you can go back and enjoy kissing those other girls.” What did you just say? You couldn’t stop the words before they came out. Would that be how he found out you liked him? Is that the sentence that would ruin your friendship? Sometimes you felt so very stupid.

“Okay I will.” With that he walked back to continue the game of spin the bottle with a huge smirk on his face. You couldn’t help but stare, eyes wide and mouth agape. You couldn’t help but wonder if that kiss meant nothing to him. As far as you knew that was his first kiss, and it was most defiantly yours.

As you were lost in your dark cloud of thoughts, your phone dinged making you jump a little. It was Jin texting you that he was already there to pick you up. If you were honest, you weren’t expecting him to be here this fast.

You quickly picked your bag off of the ground, slipped on your black and white checkered Vans, and made your way out the door. When you got to Jin’s car, you quickly threw your stuff in the back and climbed into the passenger seat.

“Where to Y/N?” You could still hear the sleep in his voice and see it in his eyes. He was wearing a simple grey Champion hoodie with black Nike joggers. His hair was all messy from sleeping and the moon perfectly aligned his features. You couldn’t lie, Jin was one of the most attractive men you have ever seen, but you prefer guys closer to your age. Plus, you like the younger brother anyway. Hey snap out of it you need to not like your best friend.

“Um, Y/N? Where do you want me to take you because if you don’t speak up, I will take you straight home.”

“Oh, sorry. Can I just crash at your guys’ place? I know Kookie’s not there but I don’t want my parents asking questions and to yell at me for waking you up.” Yes, you were playing the, ‘please don’t rat me out’ card. But you weren’t lying to him so what’s the problem?

“Sure, just sleep in Kook’s bed. You tend to snore sometimes.” He reached over to ruffle your hair with a huge grin on his face

“Hey! I do not snore!” You felt like a 5-year-old throwing a fit with the way you pouted out your bottom lip, crossed your arms over your chest, and sank into the seat.

“Whatever dork. Why do you want to leave early anyways? Did something happen?” You could tell he was genuinely concerned, and he was crazy good at keeping secrets so what was the harm in telling him about your mild crush on his little brother.

“At the party after Jimin’s parents went to sleep we all played spin the bottle and when it was Kookie’s turn I suddenly was really really nervous it would land on one of the other girls and I didn’t know why but then it landed on me and we kissed and now I think I have a moderately huge crush on him that I never realized I had before and I'm kind of freaking out. Don’t tell anybody though please,” You finally took a breath after your long and wordy run on sentence.

“You’re just now realizing?” Jin had a huge smile on his face and was laughing but you had no idea why.

“What do you mean ‘you’re just now realizing?’” You had no idea what he was talking about.

“Y/N you and Jungkook obviously have had huge crushes on each other for like ever. He admitted his to me a while ago.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing and you knew you would ask Jungkook about it the next time you saw him.

“Can you just take me to your place. It’s late and I'm tired,” After your friendly reminder Jin drove off to his house so you could sleep. He didn’t poke and prod at it any more and you were grateful. Jin was the older brother you never had and you were the little sister he always wanted.

When you woke up Jungkook was already there. You told him about how Jungkook told him that he had a crush on you. Jungkook shot you down almost immediately saying it was just a way to attempt to humiliate him. You felt hurt. Your best friend of years and your huge crush basically said it would be humiliating to have a crush on you. Lucky for you, you left very shortly after and spent your weekend preparing for your first year of high school and getting over your crush on Jungkook. Mostly.

****

Your freshman year was chaotic. You and Jungkook had only a few classes together so you almost drifted apart. It didn’t help that ever since the party Jungkook seemed to be hiding something from you. Something big. The only thing that kept you close was soccor and Jin. But after first semester Jungkook started hanging out with seniors and going to parties. You asked to go once, thinking that he would stay by your side and not let you be taken away by some guy you didn’t know. That wasn’t the case.

Once you entered through the doors Jungkook quickly left your side and got drunk. You caught him in a corner making out with a girl you had never seen before. Then you watched as he pulled her away to a room. Your curiosity got the best of you and you followed close behind. After a minute of them being alone in a room you began hearing moans. You were destroyed.

You quickly made your way to the door so you could go back home, when you ran into a very beautiful man. He couldn’t have been much older than you. He had beautiful chestnut hair and two beautiful dimples. You didn’t even bother asking for his name once you saw the mischievous glint in his eye. You let him lead you to a room, know what was going to happen.

That was how you lost your virginity. It wasn’t special liked you hoped it was going to be. You later learned his name was Jaehyun. It didn’t matter because you didn’t plan on talking to him again. Neither of you wanted anything more than sex that night.

You and Jungkook got into a fight one night. You don’t know what happened to start the fight. All you remember is that it ended with both of you in tears and him hugging you like he never wanted to let go. You made up and everything that happened before that was forgotten. Mostly.

You spent the rest of your school years studying hard and getting through all of your actual difficult classes so the only non-elective class you were taking senior year was your English class. Which you had with Jungkook, of course. You spent your summers with him and you both made it into varsity soccor. He knew the truth about your love for soccor when he heard you talking to your mom about it.

You still hadn’t had a boyfriend yet in your sophomore year. You were just too busy with school to actually try to get a dude’s attention, and you said your junior year was going to be different. You would meet a guy, get Jungkook’s approval, fall in love, have the ‘break up talk’ when you sign up for college, and most likely do just that, break up. The only key problem is that whenever you were walking in the halls and saw a cute guy Jungkook would always say he was a dick and that he doesn’t know how to treat a woman. You tended not to ask questions.

But now you were standing in front of your full-length body mirror, smoothing out the wrinkles in your outfit and occasionally touching up your make up or hair. Your first day of senior year outfit was simple but was sure to turn heads. You opted for a tight-fitted white crop top that showed your cleavage, skinny ripped jeans that hugged your ass perfectly that also had a rip under your left ass cheek, and your black heeled Timberland’s. Your hair was perfectly curled and your makeup looked flawless. You asked Jungkook to bring one of his black leather jackets for you to wear over everything. Damn you looked good.

Just as you were shaking out any last nervous jitters you heard a honk, indicating that your best friend was here to pick you up. You quickly grabbed your bag, ran down stairs, and grabbed two slices of toast for breakfast. Saying by to your parents you turned the nob of the door handle and ran out towards Jungkook’s car. As you opened the door to his red convertible, he looked at you and his jaw dropped. You missed the way his eyes scanned your figure and he darted out his tongue to wet his lips. He was eating you up in his mind, hoping you didn’t notice.

“Hey Kookie, do you have the jacket I asked for?” You handed him a piece of toast as your put on your seatbelt, shaking him out of his trance as he gave you said jacket.

“Ready for our first day? You’re going to be turning heads in that outfit,” You missed the way his eyes snuck a glance at your cleavage before driving off.

“I know right. I’ve been single all of high school so far and this year I want that to change.” You had a huge smile plastered across your face as you spoke. “I like your outfit by the way, it’s nice.” He was wearing black skinny jeans, black doc martins, a black tee, and a black faux leather jacket. And because of Jungkook’s new found passion of working out his thighs looked incredible.

“Thanks. Are we still going out to lunch so we don’t need to eat cafeteria food?”

“Duh, what else, and chew with your mouth closed you look like a 7-year-old.” You rolled your eyes and Jungkook did not miss the small and simple gesture.

“Hey! You’re the one who became friends with this 7-year-old.”

“That’s not fair you were an angel sent from heaven, my savior. Now you’re just a jack-ass.

“I know you love me.”

“Jungkook what would you know. At first you thought that 7x7 was 64.”

“Oh my god woman will you just drop that I was in 3rd grade.” You both just laughed at each other’s silly antics from when you were younger until you pulled into the school’s parking lot. The second you stood up and walked over to walk in with your best friend, every one stopped and stared. It felt like one of those dramatic movie scenes where the wind is blowing and everything turns into slow motion while you hear the main characters internal monolog.

“Why is everyone staring at us, is something in my teeth? Did my makeup smudge?” You pulled at the side of his jacket making him lean down so you could whisper in his ear. Just because you were walking in 4-inch heels did not make you as tall as him.

“No dummy. We look like the ultimate power couple right now. The hottest girl and guy in school, of course they’re staring.” You were so busy nodding your head and looking at other people that you didn’t catch the way his eyes fell to the curve of your ass.

You walked into school going to your respectable homerooms, then meeting up in the hall to go to your shared English class. You noticed that the popular girls kept trying to befriend you. You knew it was because you were now a threat and they did not want you to be prom queen. Last year you weren’t but guess who was, Emily. You still didn’t like each other. You don’t know why you didn’t get along but it’s not like you wanted to be her friend or something.

You and Jungkook sat down next to each other talking about how weird the day had been. People were still staring but who could blame them, you both had huge summer glow ups.

When you looked up at the clock hanging above the door, you notice a boy you’ve never seen before. He was incredibly attractive and had a beautiful symmetric face. You felt like you were drooling while you stared at him. Then he looked over at you and smiled. How the hell does a man’s smile look like that. You finally met the man that would actually rival Jungkook’s own good looks.

“Hey can I sit here?” You jumped when he asked the question, not expecting his voice to also sound hot.

“Yeah, Y/N by the way.” You held out your hand for him to take, but instead of shaking it he placed an opened mouth kissed on your knuckles. Wow he was hot. It made your thighs clench. Jungkook just rolled his eyes.

“Taehyung, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.” You were so entranced by this new boy’s handsome good looks you didn’t see the terrifying daggers Jungkook was sending his way. He read him like a book. He would lead a girl on, take her innocence, and then leave her out to dry.

Jungkook didn’t just guess this either, he had Taehyung’s snapchat and snapped him one summer after he saw him at a party. Taehyung had told Jungkook his tactics, and Jungkook even went to his house where he witnessed him use those very tactics.

“There’s a party at my house Saturday night around 10 pm, if you give me your number, I can text you the details and you can come.” You turned to Jungkook giving him hopeful eyes until he sighed and nodded. After all you don’t go to a party without your best friend.

“As long as Jungkook, my best friend since 1st grade might I add, can come with.” You weren’t going without him and that was that. Taehyung agreed without hesitation and you gave him your number. You quickly regretted it though because once he opened his mouth you lost interest extremely quickly.

All he could seem to talk about was all of the girls he’s hooked up with and how he could get any girl he wanted. You knew what he was trying to get at and became bored very fast. You were actually extremely grateful when the class started.

You and Jungkook passed notes the entire time, all about the egotistical boy next to you. And even though you didn’t like him, you would go to his party because you wanted to actually live a little your senior year. But sadly, one potential future boyfriend was out the door and you were back at square one.

The rest of the week passed by fast and because you had mostly easy elective classes you had no homework over the weekend for the first time in years. Which meant you had all sorts of time to party. You texted Jungkook to pick you up at around 9 so you would have time to get ready but still be at the party in time.

****

You woke up around noon on Saturday from your alarm. You didn't wake up because you wanted to but because you didn’t want to ruin the sleep schedule you didn’t even have. Why did you wake up again? Anyways once you woke up from you slumber you texted Jungkook to clear up some last-minute details.

Y/N

are you up yet? I just woke up. why dont I wake up like disney princesses?? I look like a monster :(

Kookie

Disney princesses are pretty thats why you don’t look like them in the morning or ever for that matter

Y/N

stfu your no prince charming either

Kookie

Really? Then why would almost every girl in our school blow me???

Y/N

If thats the case then why don’t you get some so you can stop complaining to me about how horny you always are??

Kookie

Because I have my right eye some one

Y/N

WHO?!?! and why havent I heard about this until now?? and why just your right eye??

Kookie

Because not EVERYTHING is your business smartypants and dont talk about my left eye

Y/N

whatever I will find out about this mystery girl though… MARK MY WORDS!! YOULL BE JUNGSHOOK

Kookie

Whatever you say smartypants whyd you text me anyways?

Y/N

Right! your still picking me up, RIGHT?!

Kookie

Its you’re, but yes I'm still picking you up

Y/N

Good, I will be ready in 3-4 hours :)

Kookie

You do know the party is at like 10 right

Y/N

THEN JUST PICK ME UP AT 10 GOD DAMNIT

Kookie

Not how you spell dammit but alright

Y/N

Stfu english nerd and good bye until 10

With that your conversation with Jungkook ended and you started to binge watch Haikyu!! until around 6. Then you rolled out of bed and started getting ready. You got into the shower, shaving everything. You didn’t know what was going to happen tonight so you figured you would be extra prepared. You even used your exfoliator, if you anyone got to touch you, they would be lucky.

Then you did your hair. You curled it perfectly and then put it in a high pony tail. Perfect party hair in your opinion. Then you did your makeup making sure to keep it simple yet amazing. You opted for a winged liner, perfectly done brows, and dark red lipstick. Lastly was your outfit. Your room was a complete mess after you threw half of your closet onto the floor but your pretty sure you found a great outfit.

You put on your matching set of black lacy lingerie that made your ass look good and your boobs even better. You than grabbed a different white crop top with a dangerously low cut making your black lace peak out from the sides and small booty shorts that barely covered your ass. Then you grabbed the same leather jacket you wore on your first day of school and put on a pair of sneakers. You went to that party with Jungkook once so you knew how crazy and disgusting the ground could be.

By the time you were completely done it was already 8:47. You didn’t think it would take quite that long to get ready but at the same time you did. You were touching up your makeup when Jungkook texted you he was waiting. You didn’t tell your parents about the fact that you were going to a party and they knew that if they saw you dressed the way you were, they would flip. So like any other teen, you made plans to sneak out.

The only person you to actually worry about catching you was your dad because you knew if your mom caught you, she would laugh at you and tell you to have fun. Your dad on the other hand not so much.

Jungkook parked a block down from your house and turned off his car headlights so he wouldn’t be as noticeable. You opened your window as quietly was possible and began to scale your wall. Thankful that your bedroom window was the one closest to the gutter and that you chose sneakers as your shoes. Once you hit the ground safely, you bolted for Jungkook’s car and got in as fast as you could.

“Hey cutie,” Jungkook said wiggling his eyebrows. Luckily for him, his car lights were off so you didn’t catch him gaping at your breasts.

“Sup, you ready to party?” You asked as he turned on the car and started to drive where the GPS told him.

“Yes, now remember no sleeping with some random dude and no drugs”

“Same to you mister”

“Ok so if you want to stay out late text your mom and ask if you can spend the night at my house because my parents are out of town and Jin is going to this food thing with his friends for like three days.” Jungkook said as he merged into traffic.

“Good idea,” You pulled out your phone and texted your mom knowing she would understand much better than your father. “She said that’s fine”.

“Good so if you get hung over you don’t need to try and explain it to your mom,” Damn was Jungkook always this smart, and did he always look this good.

After driving the rest of the way, you pulled into Taehyung’s house and you were awestruck. It was huge and surrounded by hedges. You couldn’t see another house within a mile which was good because that means the cops won’t be called because of noise complaints.

You stepped out of Jungkook’s car and walked into Taehyung’s house immediately being greeted with the smell of alcohol and weed. You quickly got separated from Jungkook and made your way to the kitchen to fill a red solo cup half full with some beer you found and apple juice. You slammed it down, wincing as it made its way down your throat. It wasn’t the best tasting but it was better than the beer by itself.

Once you were done making yourself the same drink again, you made your way outside and found a huge pool with a jacuzzi right by it. You scanned the area, seeing a couple making out in the pool and three boys you didn’t quite recognize playing around in the pool. As you continued looking around taking another sip of your drink you noticed something strange. Standing next to the pool was Jungkook and Emily.

She was twirling her hair in her fingers and giggling while Jungkook looked her up and down smirking the entire time.

You know you’ve been telling Jungkook to get a girlfriend for years now, but you thought he knew you were just joking. For some odd reason you were upset. You didn’t know why at first. Maybe because you didn’t like Emily, maybe because you didn’t want Emily to steal him away from you. You were Jealous. You hated when it hit you like a pile of bricks. But you definitely intended on doing something about it.

You quickly downed the rest of your drink in your red solo cup hoping it would give you more courage, and made your way over to them.

“Hey Jungkook I need to talk to y-,” You were walking towards him and before you knew it you were falling into the pool. Your first thought was that you tripped but when you resurfaced from the water you saw Emily looking at you with a sly grin. All you could do was glare.

“Oops,” Emily snickered as she grabbed out her phone and took several pictures of you. Great now your hot ass makeup and hair was completely ruined. Shit you’re wearing a WHITE shirt and BLACK bra that are now wet. You looked down to confirm it and sure enough your shirt was more than see-through. AND Jungkook’s leather jacket was ruined. At least you wore sneakers.

“What the fuck Emily,” You were startled from your stare down with the girl when you heard Jungkook’s low voice. It was loud and honestly kind of turned you on. Wait you shouldn’t be thinking about your best friend like that. You shook the thought out of your head and looked up at Jungkook. His fists were balled up at his sides and his jaw was clenched. He looked fine as hell.

As you slowly made your way to the side of the pool, he took off his leather jacket and knelt down. Once you got to the side he reached down with both arms, inserted his hands under your armpits, and hoisted you out of the water. He then helped you take off his ruined leather jacket and threw it at Emily. “Happy now?” He then took his perfectly fine leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders instructing you to hold it closed. “Come on let’s go get you cleaned up.” He bent down and whispered it into your ear causing shivers to go down your spin. You could only nod in response.

As he led you towards the doors of the house, he yanked his jacket from Emily’s hand and gave her one of the scariest looks you’ve ever seen. All you did was smirk and stick your tongue out at her like a 5-year-old. You were very satisfied.

He led you through the crowd of people dancing and grinding on each other like they weren’t in a public setting. He then led you to what you assumed was going to be a bathroom but ended up being a bedroom. You couldn’t help but wonder how he knew his way around so well.

When you entered the room, you realized it was huge with a bathroom connected to it. “Why did you take me here instead of a normal bathroom?” You asked.

“Because most likely they are occupied by other people and I don’t really want to walk in on some other couple having sex. Especially when I'm with you.” What was that supposed to mean? “And before you ask how I know my way around, I used to be sort of friends with Tae. I only came here once when he tried hooking me up with some random chick and I guessed I just remembered my way around.” He was so honest so easily.

“Did you do anything with the chick?” You felt stupid the moment you asked.

“What?” You don’t know if he didn’t hear you or what but you still asked again.

“Did you do anything with her, the girl he tried hooking you up with?” You felt pathetic.

“I told you have my right eye on someone else.” He said leading you into the bathroom.

“Who is this lucky girl anyways?” You asked sitting on the sink countertop while you took off Jungkook’s jacket.

He paused, “Let’s just say, I played a game of spin the bottle at Jimin’s house before freshman year started. I kissed her. She was the only person I kissed that night. I realized that I had a massive crush on her but she left and felt hella crushed. I stopped playing and couldn’t help but feel like I was losing her forever. But I still spend all of my spare time with her and I couldn’t ask for a better best friend. Deep down I’m afraid that she will never like me back because of the girls I slept with freshman year but I want her to know that I only did that to try and convince myself that it I wasn’t in love with her. After I found out she slept with some random guy one night at a party that I took her to I came to my senses and let myself love her. I still regret the night I took her to that party because I wish I was the one to get to take her innocence away.”

You looked at him, you mouth agape, “oh” You knew he was talking about you.

You watched his eyes dart down to your lips as his tongue poked out lick his. His hands drifted down and grabbed your waist softly, just in case you wanted to stop him. He slowly leaned down, brushing your hair behind your ear and whispering in a deep raspy tone that made your panties wet, “You can stop me at any time”.

Within moments his soft, plush lips were on yours. Your hands made their way up his back and intertwined into his black curly locks, tugging harshly. Jungkook let out a low groan that made your body hot. One of his hands crept up and lightly brushed against your nipple making you gasp into the kiss. Jungkook didn’t waste any time and immediately his tongue was exploring your mouth.

Once you broke the kiss, gasping for air, Jungkook placed his hands underneath your thighs and picked you up, causing goosebumps to emit across your body. He carried you out of the bathroom, throwing you on the bed. You watched as he took off his shirt and crawled over you. You’ve seen him shirtless many times but this time it was different. You happy felt up his chest and you didn’t have to worry about him questioning you because he was kneeling over you, devouring you with his eyes.

Before you knew it, he was trying to take your shirt off. You gladly assisted him, pulling off your bra along with it. Once it was off and you looked up at him, you felt shy. Jungkook was just staring at your chest and wasn’t saying anything.

“Do you need to make it obvious that you don’t like my boobs?” Your hands went up to cover yourself. You were always insecure about them.

“Your right Y/N I don’t like your boobs; I fucking love them,” He quickly moved your hands away and leaned down. His mouth connected with your nipple, his tongue making your back arch into him. You felt yourself growing wetter by the second. His teeth gently grazed your nipple and you let out a loud whimper. You really hoped your great-grandma wasn’t watching you right now.

He left of your nipple with a pop and kissed his way to your other, leaving small hickeys marking his path. He did the same things to this one. You couldn’t wait anymore and moved your hand down to your core. You needed some sort of friction, but Jungkook’s hand stopped you.

“Ungrateful slut. I’m giving you all of this pleasure and you can’t wait. I want you to ride my thigh and maybe if I like what I see I’ll let you finish more than once tonight,” You looked at him in awe. When the fuck did he learn to talk like that. It was hot as hell but still.

He went and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at you. You werent sure what to do, so he pulled you onto his thigh. You froze up right away. You were straddling his thigh too afraid to do anything. He looked you dead in the eyes as his hands went down to your waist, forcing you to move. Relief flooded you. You were so happy that he finally let you have some sort of friction.

Your hands went to rest on his shoulders so it was easier to hold yourself up. You quickly started doing all of the work. Moving yourself at a fast pace on Jungkook’s thigh. You could feel his hard through his pants and it only made you more needy. He continuously clenched his thigh making you come undone even faster.

“Oh my god Jungkook. I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna cu-,” You let out shaky breath feeling that familiar knot build up in your stomach. Right as you were about to snap Jungkook stopped your hips from moving.

“Did you really think I was going to let you cum already? Go lay down.” You obeyed him quickly, watching as he kneeled down at the end of the bed. He grabbed your pants and with one swift motion slid them off, throwing them somewhere else in the room.

“Fuck Y/N. You’re so wet. I can’t wait to taste you. This good little pussy” He ripped your panties off of you, eliciting a loud groan. You were becoming impatient, squirming in front of him. He used his hand to hold your hips in place, while his other went to rub delicate circles on your clit. You watched as his face dove into you. Licking a stripe up your folds, collecting all of your juices.

“Fuck Y/N. You taste so good.” He groaned out, quickly diving back in. His eyes were blown out in hunger. He moved his hand away from your clit and replaced it with his tongue. Sliding one finger in you, moving at a slow pace and curling it, reaching your g-spot. A loud moan escaped you as you started trying to rock your hips against his face. Interlacing your fingers in his locks.

He pulled away to take a breath, “Do you think you can handle to fingers? Gotta prepare my baby for later. Yeah? I'm gonna stretch you out so good. Gonna destroy this pussy.” With that he inserted a second finger into you, reattacking your clit with his tongue. His pace kept intensifying. You could feel the familiar knot in your stomach build.

“Fuck Jungkook. I'm gonna-,” your words turned into a drawn-out moan when he hummed against your clit.

“Cum for me baby.” At that, the knot it your stomach snapped and relief washed over your body. You tried closing your legs but Jungkook held them open.

Once he was done lapping up all of your juices, he moved up and kissed you, hard. You could taste yourself on his tongue. Your hands made their way down to undo Jungkook’s pants. He broke away from the kiss and stood up, pulling his pants and underwear off in one swift motion.

You stared at his member for a second in awe. You knew he was big, but no that big. The tip was an angry red and you could see the veins. You were growing wetter just thinking about the delicious stretch.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said “I'm gonna have to go in raw.”

You smiled up at him, bucking your hips up towards his hard to get some sort of friction. “I'm on birth control.” That was all you needed to say before he slowly started entering you. The stretch being uncomfortable.

“You okay?” He asked worry on his face. You shook your head, “It’s just, new.”

He smiled, “Just tell me when you’re ready.”

After a moment you shook your head, giving him the okay to start moving again. He slowly pulled out all the way before pushing in again, hitting your g-spot as he did. You could feel the veins on his cock, and your legs wrapped around his small waist as your hands wrapped around his neck.

He slowly started to pick up the pace, pulling out all of the way before pushing back in. It wasn’t long before the pain morphed into pleasure. Moans spilling from your lips. The louder you moaned the faster he went.

“Ha-harder, da-daddy,” you didn’t mean to say it, but when you did his head snapped up.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” He starting snapping his hips into yours. You could hear the head board hitting the wall with each thrust but you didn’t mind at all. All you felt was bliss.

“Da-addy I-I'm gonna c-cum.” Your walls started clenching around him.

“Fuck baby, cum. Cum for daddy” With that you did. Your release hit you hard. Your legs shaking as you dug your nails into his back piercing a few layers of his skin. Moaning out his name.

Even after you came, he kept pounding into you, chasing his own high. Beautiful moans escaping his lips as he did. Your moans making him close. His body was coated in a layer of sweat.

“Cum in me daddy. Please. Fill me up.” You choked out as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“Fuck, I'm going to cum.” You tightened around him one last time, feeling as his seed shot into you. You both laid there for a moment. Neither one wanting to leave. You could feel your mixed juicing seeping out of your whole as he began to soften inside you.

He slowly pulled out of you, “You need to go to the bathroom.” He picked you up bridal style from the bed and walked you over to the bathroom. Setting you down on the toilet so you could pee. When you were done, he picked you up and set you on the counter, taking a warm rag and cleaning you off making you sigh at the pleasant feeling. He carried you back to the bed and laid you down, getting into his boxers.

He laid down next to you and covered you both with the blanket, before wrapping his arm around tightly around your waist. His chin on your head as he cuddled you. It wasn’t long before you both drifted off to sleep

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When you woke up and saw your best friend next to you, sleeping peacefully, you were relieved. Relieved that it wasn’t a dream and relieved that he didn’t up and leave in the middle of the night to leave because he regretted it. You leaned over and draped your arm over his torso and snuggled up to him, resting you head on his arm. He groaned, making you halt your actions.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said with a smile, kissing you on the top of your head.

You smiled happy it was him you woke up next to, “Morning.”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed. :) Send any ideas you have for anything. P.S The gif wouldn’t load :( so sorry about that.

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Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 9

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

“Fuck yeah....” Jungkook’s grip on my thighs tightened, tugging me closer as he slid into me, deeper and i spluttered a bit, spitting water all over him.

“This is a bad idea. “ i choked, blinking the water out of my eyes as the shower overhead kept pouring a whole deluge on top of us and Jungkook frowned, glancing at me in annoyance.

“I’m going to gag you the next time we have sex.” He grunted, pressing me into the tiled wall of the bathroom and I winced when he pulled out fully and rammed back in, clearly pissed.

I pouted.

“I’m not good with water. “ I whined, eyes still closed because the water, Christ. It dripped into my eyes and all over my body and i couldn’t even enjoy being fucked right now because I was mortally afraid that Jungkook’s hands were going to slip, he was going to drop me on my butt and i was going to break my tailbone.

Jungkook groaned, more frustration than pleasure and gripped my ass harder, holding me up at a better angle and fucking right back into me, slide made easier both from his cum from earlier and the water.

“Sera, sweetheart...if you could just shut up for a couple of mutes, I’ll be done. And then i swear I will never try to seduce you in the shower again. Ever.” He begged.

“ Why can’t you wait till i finish showering? We literally had sex ten minutes ago, why are you so thirsty? ” I glared at him. Or tried to . But I couldn’t .

Because water.

‘Okay that’s it,” He pulled out, and I hated that sudden emptiness and this was probably going to be a problem, me being used to having him inside me all the time.

He grabbed the back of my knees, prompting me to get down. But my muscles were still a bit too weary he was dripping wet so I slid down a little, panicking.

I gripped his shoulders hard, and he laughed, shaking his head at the look on my face.

“ I won’t drop you, little one. Stop looking petrified.” He chuckled, before carefully unwrapping my thighs from around his waist and lowering me to the floor.

“You alright?” He brushed the wet hair off my face and I nodded.

“Can we at least kiss in the shower?”

I laughed.

“You can kiss me anywhere you want.” i reached out to press my lips against his and pulled back to smile at him, tilting my head as he ran his fingers down my neck, fingers fluttering against my pulse gently.

“And can I drink from you?” He asked softly and i froze.

The words made me pause.

“Jungkook...” I whispered, staring at my feet.

I couldn’t believe he wanted to.

He knew my secret. Knew that nothing good would come from feeding from me. That my blood in his veins would do nothing but take away his will, and the scent and taste of it all was just a facade.

That everything about me was a lie. The innocence, the beauty , the delicate build...all a distraction from what I truly was : a dangerous, manipulative being. Someone capable of doing a lot of damage.

“Please. When I start courting you, I want to be able to feed from you, angel... It’s how we vampires build our bond. ...”He said gently.

I laughed without really feeling it.

“I would never say no to you. You know that....but... you... you know .” I couldn’t finish.

“What do I know?” He asked gently, running his thumb across my lip.

“ you know what my blood does to vampires. You know that I can use it against you.”

“But I also know that you won’t.” He said simply and I looked up at him.

“I trust you. “ He said simply. i swallowed.

“Besides, most women would be glad that their husbands are terrified of them.” He chuckled.

I knew he was joking but I still felt tears sting.

I couldn’t bear the thought of Jungkook being afraid of me.

“I won’t ever do it you know. “ I choked out. “ Take away your consent... I’ve never done it on anyone who didn’t deserve it...even with those boys in college , I was just scared that they would attack me again... That they would bite me again and i was bleeding out and I felt so cold...and i was so scared so I just did the first thing I could think of... I never meant to hurt them... I was just so scared and...” I sobbed out and his arms came around me , pulling me into a hug and I felt the tears spill over, soaking his chest as i clung to him.

“Baby...no...please don’t cry...it’s alright.. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked about that...I’m sorry Sera....”

“I’m not a monster. “ I whispered. “ Please don’t be scared of me Gukkie... I’d never hurt you or Joowon.... I’m not a monster.. I don’t want to be. I just.. I just wanted to be normal. It’s not my fault I’m the way i am.... ”

Jungkook pulled back to cup my face between his hands, I bit my lips, another sob building up when I saw how wet his lashes were.

“Baby look at me...” He smiled, a watery smile , “ I would never think that. I have never for a second considered you as a threat to me or my son.... you’re...”He shook his head, “ Darling, You’re not normal. You’re perfect.”

“Now you’re just mocking me.” I muttered, looking away. But he made a noise of protest.

“I’m not joking. You are easily the most generous person I’ve ever met, Sera... You give so freely of yourself to everyone, whether they are deserving of it or not... You play with the babies , you take Joo Won out on walks and play ball with him, you do things for me even when I push you away and....God, do you not know how amazing and kind and generous you are???!! “ He kissed me on the lips, hard , before pulling back.

I stared at him, laughing a little but he wasn’t done.

“ I’ve never seen anyone as selfless as you. . Just the fact that you’ve given me the privilege to be here, hold you like this, tells me how kind and forgiving you are... You gave a bastard like me a chance, even though I did nothing but hurt you, over and over again.... You’re beautiful , So beautiful, my angel..In fact I was going to wait at least till we were out of the shower, but to hell with it.”

I blinked , surprised , when he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist before rushing out . I grabbed my own robe, surprised, tying it together before following him out to the bedroom.

He was fumbling in his closet and I felt my heart drop when I saw the small red box. He opened it easily pulling out a glittering necklace with a pendant and a small vial hanging off it.

“Is that....?” I couldn’t even say it.

“My birthstone. It’s a sapphire. “ He smiled. “ And this vial has my blood. You put this on and anyone who comes near you will know that you’re being courted. By me. “

“You ... really? You mean this? You really want this?” I asked , nervous and jittery.

He hesitated, coming closer and gently pulling my hand up .

Jungkook placed the necklace on my hand, gently curling my fingers closed.

“Whether you put it on, or not. it’s yours. There’s no one else in this world, I would ever want to give this to.” He smiled softly.

“How dare you!” I bawled. “ I can’t even take a picture because we’re dressed like this!!”

He laughed.

“So, i hope that’s a yes?”

“Yes, you infuriatingly beautiful, beautifully infuriating bastard....! Put it on me!”

Still laughing , he plucked the necklace off my hand and moved behind me. I smiled as he locked it in place behind my neck, pressing a small kiss to my skin.

“Thank you. For giving me the privilege to love you.” He breathed against my skin, wrapping me in a warm hug and i closed my eyes.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook. You’re never getting rid of me now.” I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt.

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“So...I was thinking... .” I began carefully glancing at Jungkook who stood leaning against the bed post, fiddling with his phone while I ran a brush through my hair before tying it up into a messy ponytail. He was already dressed in jeans and a muscle t and I was ogling his nipples through the mirror. Last night, he’d finally let me bite them.

“Yes, princess?” He smiled indulgently, looking up and running his eyes up and down my body as usual. I loved that. Being with Jungkook had taught me a lot of things about myself. Things I never knew I could enjoy.

Like dressing up and being looked at . I’d spent a long time hiding in the shadows, wary of who I was, of letting someone see me for what I was. Feeling beautiful was a distant dream because I just didn’t want to be someone dangerous. Didn’t want anyone to look at me and see a monster.

But standing here, in the comfort of my own room, dressed in a strapless yellow blouse and a flowy white skirt, with his eyes on me, I felt absolutely beautiful. I fixed the necklace around my neck so it shone bright .

“ its Saturday. Not a lot of kids at the day care center so I don’t have to be there at all... Would the five hundred year old vampire be willing to spend a day indulging the twenty one year old human’s love for cotton candy and tandem bike rides by the river?”

Jungkook laughed.

“That’s something Joo Won would come up with. Are the two of you trying to play me again?”

Thwarted, I gave him a pout.

“It’s a beautiful day Jungkook!! Jo o Won loves the river... i took him there with Somi when you you were holed up with my father for two weeks and he had such a good time!! “

“You know...if you’re going to be the parental figure in his life, you need to learn to better resist his puppy dog eyes.” Jungkook said drily. “ Besides, I was hoping it could just be the two of us today. Celebrate our courtship? “

I frowned.

“I’m not leaving Joo Won alone... He’ll be bored.” I said firmly.

“Alright...how about you ask him yourself and let him decide?” He suggested with a smile.

I hesitated , suspicious.

Alright.

i followed Jungkook downstairs to the huge foyer and then past the guards to the dining room for breakfast.

To my surprise, Joo Won sat at the table with my father, both of them dressed in identical outfits. White t shirts, white pants and shoes , digging into toast and eggs.

“Sera !! Sera!! Grandpa Hwang is taking me fishing!!!” Joo Won seemed to be vibrating out of his skin in excitement and i glanced at Jungkook in shock.

“you planned this.” I protested.

He shrugged.

“It was actually I who suggested it. i intend to get to know my grandson better.” My father said with a bright smile and I felt the tears sting again as he looked at me, eyes warm and happy.

“Oh, dad...” I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight.

“You’re glowing my dearest. And what do I smell?” He pulled back, eyes landing on the necklace. “ Ah. Finally plucked up the courage, have you my boy?”

He gave Jungkook a wink and a grin.

Jungkook bowed respectfully, smiling.

“Excellent. Once all this distressing stuff with Tae Kwan is over, we will celebrate your betrothal in a grand manner. For now, let me take my handsome fishing partner and get out of your hair, with the promise to bring you a delicious catch for dinner tonight. Perhaps together? As a family?” My father smiled wide, eyes trained on Jungkook and he went red.

“Yes, sir.”

My father harrumphed.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to be calling me...”

I laughed as Jungkook went redder.

“Sorry.. I.. yes father. We will join you for dinner. “ He smiled a genuine smile and my father beamed at him.

“Excellent....now sit down and let’s eat.”

We sat next to my father and I remembered the first time my father had invited Jungkook to sit for breakfast with us.

“Honey, would you like a drink?” i teased, fluttering my fingers against my neck and Jungkook flushed. My father guffawed heartily, highly amused.

“Ahh yes... that was the morning i realized my daughter was a complete fool for you, Jungkook ah. “ He chuckled.

“She told me about herself, father.” Jungkook said softly and my father looked surprised. He gave me a smile .

“It is good be honest with each other. I’m glad she did.” He said softly. “You may be overwhelmed by it, Jungkook ah. We have never seen anything like her. I haven’t encouraged her to pursue it because I’m not sure how it would affect her. Her blood is magic....but she herself isn’t. I don’t want her abilities robbing her of her life, especially because we don’t know the true extent of them.”

I bit my lips.

‘I won’t use them .” I said softly .

“You shouldn’t. They take a toll on your mind and I don’t ever want to see you in that condition again.” My father said firmly.

Jungkook gave me a curious glance but I shook my head.

“Please don’t worry about me father . I have Jungkook now. He’s going to keep me safe. Even though you no longer have to pay him for it.” I laughed.

My father chuckled.

We finished breakfast, with Jungkook and my father talking about business while Joo Won told me all the fishes he could name and how their feeding habit varied. He had a great love for books and his birthday was coming up in a few weeks. I had already bulk ordered a bunch of his favorite authors for him.

When we were finally done, we walked out to the driveway where two cars stood, one to take me and Jungkook out for the day and a golf cart for my father to drive Joo Won down to the lake.

“We’ll be home for dinner then.” Jungkook gave my father a hug and my father looked positively ecstatic at the gesture. I knew he had always loved him deeply and as Jungkook moved away to tie Joo Won’s shoe laces, I could help but snuggle up to his side.

“you knew.” I said gently.

My father hummed, ruffling my hair affectionately.

“Knew what , my dearest?”

“That I would fall in love with him. You knew and that’s why you brought her here. You love him deeply and you wanted him by your side. To keep him and Joo Won safe.”

My father smiled.

“you are perceptive. Yes... I have always regarded Jungkook as my son. i wanted him here where I could protect him. And that’s why i brought him here. And i hoped that you would both grow fond of each other.... But it wasn’t because i knew you would fall in love with him.”

“Really?”

“Yes. It was because I knew he would fall in love with you.”

I turned to look up at him and he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“ I told you dearest. i will never settle for anything but your complete happiness. And I think that is with Jungkook.” His eyes shifted away and I followed his gaze to where Jungkook was kneeling in front of his son, nuzzling his hair and hugging him tight.

“They are your family now and I am at peace.” He said softly.

Jungkook and Joo Won straightened and moved towards us, identical grins on their faces.

“He’s all ready .” Jungkook said softly.

“Excellent. Come then young master Jeon...let’s go see what treasures the water fairy will bring us today....” My father took Joo Won’s hand and Joo Won’s eyes went wide. Giving me one last kiss on my cheek, my father led him away.

“The water fairy?”

“Why yes, haven’t you heard of her? come... I’ll tell you all about it.”

I watched the pair of them walk up to the golf cart on the driveway.

I turned back to Jungkook smiling and holding my hand out.

“Looks like You get to have me all to yourself today, Jungk-”

The gunshot rang out behind me, right as my fingers brushed Jungkook’s.

Terror as I’d never known flooded my veins as i froze, eyes trained on Jungkook who was already moving. My fingers shook, breath ripped right out of my lung, blood turning to ice in my veins as I turned around.

The first thing that caught my eye was the commotion across the lawn, guards subduing a man into the ground, a shot gun lying by his side.

And as my eyes finally saw the golf cart, I saw my father, slumped over the wheel, soaked in scarlet.

The scream that got torn out of me was feral.

My throat in agony as I raced to the vehicle. Joo won was on the floor, between my fathers legs and I realized that he had pushed the child down, covering him with his body right before the gunshot had rang out.

Jungkook pulled his son into his arms but I could only crawl over to my father, gripping his face as he gurgled, blood flowing out of him in a torrent.

“Daddy!” i whimpered... “ Oh God..no... Please...” I pressed my wrist to his mouth, but he was too weak to move, the shot gun bullet at such close quarters having left too much damage to his body. i saw the carnage, the blood and the mess and I sobbed in disbelief.

“We need to get him to the clinic...!!” Jungkook’s arms came around me , pulling me away as men crowded my father, lifting him off the seat and onto a stretcher.

“Se....ra...” My father’s broken voice made my knees buckle and I shoved Jungkook away, rushing to his side as they wheeled him to the nearest car.

“Daddy..I’m here... I’m right here... I’m going to fix this....we’re going to fix this...you’re going to be okay... Hang on... “ i begged and he chuckled weakly another spurt of blood dribbling down his lips.

“Wanted...to walk you...down ...”He closed his eyes, “the aisle...”

‘I sobbed out in agony, the pain so heavy and all consuming that i felt like i was being torn to shreds on the inside.

“You are...You are going to daddy...You’re the only one who can...the only one I have... Oh please God...no...”

“I love you...”Take care of her, Jungkook-ah...” He said firmly, eyes blazing red as he stared over me and i realized that Jungkook had followed me, was holding me up as he watched my father die. I saw him reach out and grip my father’s hand squeezing tight.

“They’ll be fine father. All of them. Rest easy...” Jungkook whispered and I felt my heart crack clean in two.

I saw my father’s eyes grow dimmer and felt hope leave my body leaving ice cold grief in its place. . No.. No...

“Dad...” I stopped crying, shock taking over me as i instinctively realized what was happening.

He was dying.

My father was dying.

His hands went up, touching my face gently.

“My favorite... “ He smiled weakly and I watched the light leave his eye forever. He slumped, softly, his hands falling away and I sagged. Jungkook caught me to his body.

“I’m so sorry angel.” i could feel the damp of his tears as he cried into my neck.

I felt the cold in my heart as the bond between my father an I pulsed and burned , really bright for one split second before fading abruptly, leaving icy cold behind.

Screams rang out from all around me, from the windows over head and from across the estate. Somewhere I heard my sister’s roar of rage .

Somi’s screams followed by Jimin’s sobs.

Everyone had felt it.

Everyone in the clan had felt the death of the Hwang clan’s leader, shot dead on his own lawn by some traitor who had managed to break his way in

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Author’s Note : I’m so sorry.

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