#i want to write some quick drabble-y things and i have a whole load of half written meta things in my drafts so

[camellia-thea]

okay folks. i need to put my brain to something otherwise i think it might start melting.

that to say. please send asks. they can be questions. they can be writing prompts. they can be opinions. theories. you could ask me about my opinions and theories.

[4dtk]

have this absolute shameless drabble of sugar daddy gojo that i wrote in between requests. my fingers have never typed so fast im sorry this is literally self-indulgent at this point ARJGJFFJ.

disclaimer i honestly can't see anyone calling gojo daddy but just for this fic..... ill allow it..... and also bc sugar daddy gojo is just always residing in my mind. did you see how he transferred 10 mil to mei mei!!!!! i will never shut the fuck up about that scene. pls spoil me <3

warnings: praise, public sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relations, breeding kink, pet names

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

sugar daddy!gojo pushes you up against the window of the store, visible for everyone to see you getting fucked senseless. in the gucci store four floors up, it could work both ways. fortunate to be so high up, although people would be getting a treat if they happened to look up.

“you know what you’re doing, baby?” he grunts, hips rocking into your soaked pussy as the staff outside try to ignore the lewd noises coming from behind the curtains.

it was supposed to be a simple trip: get a dress for gojo’s event in a few weeks and get out. with a tight arm wrapped around his, you followed him around like a starstruck puppy, the edges of your lips curled up knowing he’d treat you a million times over if you just asked for it.

gojo wasn’t any different, either. sure, he’s had sugar babies in the past, but not quite like you who’s so easy to please and spoil, knowing you could never say no even if your life depended on it. with your desperate listing for the requirement of monetary assistance, gojo couldn’t resist taking up the offer.

he just hadn’t expected you to be so… pliant. you had taken it like a good little bitch, too, moaning out for everyone to hear because you liked it like that.

“you’re taking my cock so well, princess,” gojo muttered out, lips nibbling on your ear as he continued to pound you. his grin that you feel against your skin plagues your mind, wanting nothing more than to see how he enjoys ruining you.

the catchy, upbeat pop song playing above you seemed to provide some rhythm, the sultry lyrics fuelling you further.

"so needy that i had to buy out the whole store for an hour, huh?" the male slows his pace, delivering deep thrusts into your cunt with the precision of an expert.

all you can reply are in little pants, sentences incoherent from how deep his cock is in you.

"i don't even think an hour is enough to satisfy my pretty little girl, isn't that right?" gojo picks up the speed again, and you're brought back to the many times he's fucked over his counter, washing machine. to the times where he's eaten you out on his office table and in his sheets of his king-sized.

and now, you've got another memory locked away for nights full of loneliness and soaked underwear when gojo's just too busy for you.

a tongue to your nipples and a hand to your clit makes you choke out a moan, writhing against the glass just to feel more of gojo, more of his cock and more of his lips on your neck.

you're struggling to keep yourself up, finding the right time in between muffled moans and whimpers to ask for one more wish.

"daddy... p-please, i wanna see your-"

"what, baby? repeat it for me." goddamn, the man had no problem articulating his words, how much had he fucked you already?

clearly not enough if you're still able to speak.

"w-wanna see your face when you fuck me deep, daddy!"

your wish is taken away when you're already creaming all over gojo as your hot breath creates fog on the glass in a silent scream.

"aw, you're cumming so hard baby~ you didn't even get to see me yet," he coos, enjoying the gush of your juices that coat his dick and your thighs. everything feels sticky and dirty, but you don't hesitate to beg for one more fuck with your eyes.

gojo catches your drift immediately, hips twitching from the idea of pumping you full of his cum. after all, he hasn't come yet.

he grunts at the time with a quick glance to the clock above your head. without wasting any more time, he flips you over, the restraint to cum slowly reaching its limit with your lolling tongue and fucked-out face.

the male doesn't bother to hide the deep groan that rips from his throat when he drags his dick along your folds, strings of both your juices stretching out in a way that hypnotises gojo.

"n-need your cock, daddy! please!" you whine, grinding your hips against the tip to make sure gojo knows of your desperation. that he's the only one to fuck you so good that no one else can satisfy you.

he smiles knowingly before he sinks into you.

gojo knows that he's the only one that can make you feel this way as he picks up the tempo, hitting spots in you that you didn't know was physically possible.

gojo knows that he's the only one you call daddy shamelessly as he writes off his card to help you in your student debts and the sparkly dress you've been eyeing.

he could throw you away the second you're done with university, the second the media's off his ass about his love life but, the sweet, sweet moans spilling from your lips pull him back in every single time, eager to hear it for as long as your bank's empty and his is piled up with money.

"more! satoru, more, fuuuck..." you groan, shying away from the striking blues of his eyes the more he drinks in your current state.

he's barely holding on, not even minding the first name you called him. the short skirt he'd given you flipped up makes him go crazy, your panties moved to the side to receive the dressing room quickie you always wanted.

"you're so de..eep daddy! i need all your c-cum please...!" it's a mix between a whimper and a whine.

"yeah? 'course i am, baby. your pussy is sucking me in all the w-way," gojo's hips stutters at how you squirm in his tight grasp, locking eyes with him as yours fill with want. your pussy is throbbing, stretched out so much that you don't register the thumb playing with your clit.

"s' too much...! s' too much, d-daddy!"

"you're a good girl, aren't you?" the way you nod is pathetic, eyebrows knitted from being stuffed so full.

"pretty little thing- fuuck..." gojo's losing control himself, the way his balls slaps against your cunt resonates around the small space and nothing feels better than being inches deep in you.

you're a babbling mess by then, unable to even scream out as you cream his cock. with head thrown back, you're left frozen for a second as the orgasm washes over you and a violent shudders goes through your thighs.

"daddy has so much, s-shit- cum for you, doll," it isn't long before the other comes undone, a groan escaping his lips before he shoots his load deep into you.

your pussy is stained white from all the cum he's giving you, gasping from how much gojo is leaking into you.

"thank y-you, satoru..." you trembling has affected your voice, too, burying your head into gojo's neck while your body shivers from sensitivity.

"take all of it, baby," gojo whispers, the hand near your middle moves instantly to finger his cum back into you, fixing back your underwear over your pussy.

a cheeky giggle leaves your mouth as you untangle yourself from the embrace, welcoming a kiss from the man as he slowly begins to clean up himself.

"have you chosen a dress yet, sir?"

gojo's smile is mischievous, not missing the way your face flushes at having to face the embarrassed staff outside.

"we'll take everything, thanks," his eyes never leave you as he helps you off the changing room chair, tugging your body flush to his before leaving you with one more hungry kiss.

"you did so well for daddy, doll. i may just have to treat you tonight since you have a day off university tomorrow..."

even if it wasn't in the contract, gojo loved to spoil you, admiring your mettle when it comes to material items. although...

"you know what i mean," it's enchanting, the way his voice travels like silk, "i'll call in sick for work tomorrow, yeah?"

your mind goes to mush at what tonight might entail, losing all train of coherence when his hushed whisper of my baby's so cute reaches your ear.

in a second you're out of there, hand twined with his while you remain giddy with the thought of getting used by gojo until you reach your limit.

[jiminrings]

Okay I just wanna say that I really love your writing!!! Hope you and chimmy are doing well! Can I request a drabble with merman tae and y/n's a human and they're childhood besties and tae likes her but she's a dumb little bean. I just realised how many 'ands' are in that sentence. If you don't like it then...ahem know that I still love you!!! 💖💖💖

pearl of mine

pairing: taehyung x y/n

wordcount: 5k

glimpse: merman!tae is the reason why tourists can’t find any more shells and pearls in the shore, y/n owns more beach houses than deduction skills, and concierge!yoongi’s the hero :D // gif from pinterest

notes: are u kidding me baby i love it AND you!!!! chimmy barks his regards <3

“hmm? where’s barnacle boy?”

alright there goes your peace and quiet

it’s very nice to know that where yoongi is, translates to meaning that all your peaceful thoughts automatically aren’t there

if he’s not manning the concierge, it means he’s there keeping you company!!

annoying you

your ten minutes of bliss of just having your calves dipped into the water is interrupted now but it’s ok!!

after all, yoongi’s ur right-hand man anyways!! he’s the one who keeps track of everything and you’re so close to convicing your dad to put him in the family will too

you can’t manage your family business all by yourself!! how exactly are you gonna manage fIVE of the hotels that your parents have put under your care by yourself

five of the seventeen hotels that your family owns..,.,.,

（；＿；）

your dad gives you tOO much trust and he believes in you like actually a lot

a lot more than you could ever trust yourself tbh

he doesn’t want you to take charge only when he retires or dies!! you’re his little dove and he wants you to be as immersed in your family’s group of companies

it’s generous but of course it’s hectic

which is why you’re spearheading the handling of the actual main hotel he’s put under you!!

and the rest of the less major ones, you’ve had to go through a long and tedious process for so you could find an actual trustable manager and supervisor that wouldn’t commit embezzlement and-

yoongi’s about to scare you again by nudging your lower back with his foot, but you’re ahead of him when you nip his ankle with your nails

“... it’s mermaid man.”

he scoffs out a laugh because what was supposed to be a teasing nudge for your friend that’s clearly nOT human, turned to your joke instead of his

he doesn’t need to look at his watch to know what time it was by then bc he’s practically memorized the skies and the tide at this point

every 5:20 in the afternoon, you and taehyung would meet here!!

you come outside at exactly 4:50 to give yourself some leeway into preparing whatever you’d be giving him or rather, pestering yoongi what you think you should give him for that afternoon

it doesn’t necessarily have to be grand! on most days you just make him waffles without the crusty edges (he likes it the most when it’s so hot that it was still soft and jiggly) and the filling would be whatever food he hasn’t tried yet

.... basically.......... almost everything

but now it’s 5:23 and he could tell with how the water didn’t settle to the wooden platform as well as it did when it was 5:20

yoongi could actually TELL the difference because he’s seen you do this for the four years he’s been working here

the hotel had three wings — the shore wing, the balcony-sturdy-treehouse-type of wing, and the cabana wing

you bounce all around the place because naturally, you aRE the boss here, but afternoons really were just reserved for the cabana wing

where there’s a staff cabana by one of the wooden paths that lead to it, and one specifically reserved for you and probably yoongi now lmao bc he wouldn’t take a nap anywhere else

it’s you just sitting by the deck of your cabana that houses your too-expensive waffle maker, and a cozy blanket then deck pillows outside where you lay when taehyung’s there perched by the wood

you easily have three plates always, and yoongi just goes a lil bit soft that you let him intrude your routine with the merman

but today, all that highLy seems unlikely

“he’s totally not coming,” he exaggerates all in one breath, not having the decency to wait bc he’s stuffing his cheeks full with waffles

everything’s a hit or miss with mermaid man anyways and yoongi would rather nOT try his adventures of waffles with buttered rice in between no thank u

so that’s why he’s sticking with his trusty s’mores waffle!!! :D

put chocolate spread in between while it’s STILL in the pan, then tiny little marshmallows with crushed graham crackers and 10/10 u will see heaven

he gets crumbs on your sundress and you barely even grimace because you’re used to yoongi and all his yoongi-ness at this point

“yes he is! we’ve been doing this everyday without fail for like, twelve years already.”

you know what.,.,., maybe even longer than twelve years

this one’s marked on your calendar you can just SNIFF it

what you distinctly remember is your dad picking you up from school then suddenly deciding that he’ll teach you the ropes

you knew what everything was coming to because suddenly, you’d take your daily after-school snacks at the hotel

and then your weekends were slowly merging into memorizing names and amenities

... and then sitting by your dad’s chair with a juicebox when he had meetings

then before you even realize, you’re managing five hotels under your name and a particularly large one mainly

it was when you’ve had a suckish day at school because you cannot seem to just gET the multiplication table of 7 and your dad’s chasing after you again so you could get to see the fire escape plans as “fun little puzzles!!”

ya know what maybe you should go outside

it didn’t exactly click into your young mind that holy shit your family’s LOADED

all you knew was that people greeted you left and right even if you didn’t know them and you’d always be offered stuff you didn’t even ask for :D

all you cared about was skipping by the cabanas but holding by the rope on the side bc what if you fell lmao

yet what did fall to the water beside you was your bracelet!!!

:((

a red, single-threaded, string bracelet from your wrist that must’ve gotten loose

it’s something you’ve never took off and the sheer panic in your mind was tOO HIGH

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

even before you could call out to your dad though, or any of the staff that would literally drop everything to help you, something just shifts in the water

it’s too quick for you to even decipher and the multiplication table of 7 would’ve been easier to figure out

the moment you crouch by the end of the deck was when you see it aGAIN

there’s this incredibly pretty boy that emerges from the water, only his shoulders up to his head peeking out

he most certainly didn’t look... from around here tho

your attention’s immediately fixated on your bracelet, the one on his mouth as he only tilts his head when you do the same, an eager squeal breaking him out

hold on

wait a second

you’ve seen this in the tv sometimes!!! they were uh creatures that liked being by themselves in the sea

lol which is basically every sea creature

but the narrator said something about them looking like humans???

AND BESIDES

you overhear your dad talking about them sometimes

AND THEN IT HITS

THE HANDSOME FACE!! THE SHINY PRETTY-

up and age???

opened etch????

how do u spell that again

THE TAIL!!! THE PRETTY TAIL LOOKING LIKE THING!!!

“o-oh!! you’re-...”

“t-taehyung...?”

the boy who looks like your age replies, looking unsure of himself yet didn’t want to disappoint you either

you meant merman but it’s okay!!

your hands retrieve the bracelet from his mouth, a little giggle at the complexity of the situation

he was completely sold at that

this was his first human!!! his first actual human interaction and it wasn’t really bad as what his brothers painted out to be

you and taehyung took off from then and ya know what,,, maybe you even start purposefully dropping things in the water if you feel a little impatient that he hasn’t peeked his head yet

and yes yes that’s a completely iRRESPONSIBLE thing and your dad stopped you before you could possibly throw out a whole backpack into the water

which was weird for him to look at because there’s absolutely no one he could see in the water

it was a routine that not one of you ever skipped on once!!

even if you were sick and tae thinks that it’s the most pathetic thing because he doesn’t EVER get sick??? sue him for having a cold because he’s in the water 24/7 yea

even if one was late and wouldn’t be able to see the other, there would be an item placed by the deck as proof that they were indeed there!!

tae sometimes leaves a random conch shell or even seaweed in the shape of a heart when he’s swamped with his arrangements

even if there’s a storm, which taehyung absolutely loves because the water’s all cold!!! and it gives him a fun little ride when the waves are all wonky

you leave out a lunchbox that’s snug in a fixed mailbox (you forced yoongi to attach it) by the side of the deck poles and that would count as your attendance

“yes he is! we’ve been doing this everyday without fail for like, twelve years already.”

you are totally UNBELIEVABLE

yoongi snorts, almost choking on his waffles with how hard he did it

“and you’re twelve years dumb.”

ok now you take offense

huh???

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

you can’t be any more clueless, can you??

as if on cue, there’s the familar flop and splash that you nudge yoongi to be in his best behavior

taehyung makes his afternoon appearance by outlandishly doing his trick in the air, undoubtedly giving you a splash you’re used to by now

he literally does not care at the thought of anyone possible seeing him

besides, they physically can’t anyway because there’s a spell cast onto the area, allowing nobody to see them besides you

... and yoongi ://

he’s rather grand with his gestures and his words and even before taehyung knew the common lingo on ground, you could tell he was a little more stubborn with his strong expressions

after all, taehyung’s a prince at sea but at land.,.,.,.

<3 well <3

“i’m here!”

taehyung bEAMS radiantly, making you crouch and hold out your hands, him putting his face out immediately for you to squish

“oh, oh! i got you something, y/n!”

he seems to remember out of the blue in the middle of chewing his waffles, yoongi having to suppress another sigh

the prettiest pearl necklace :-)

“tae i already told you that-...”

you’re about to start berating him again with the gifts because what seemed to be so ordinary for him is very fAR from yours

you pout and tae only pushes the necklce to you further, not taking no for answer when he had to squint his eyes extra hard to look for the pearls this morning

to be honest you have sO much jewelry from taehyung

the common theme of it was of course they’re something you could get at sEA

and whenever people ask you about them, u have no idea how to tell where you got them

today’s pearl necklace was a little different — something more dainty and smaller and wraps around your neck like a choker would, a little more suited for everyday wear

“thank you!!!”

you smooch taehyung on the cheek extra quick and it takes every fiber in his tail to stop squealing

yoongi watches you two be disgustingly sweet and PLATONIC yet again, and he could only zero in on the pearl necklace around your neck

that is the fifth time this week

that is the fifth set of pearls you’ve gotten this week

normally you’d get a pearl every now and then and the often minuature sand sculptures

but this week changes the wHOLE ball game

“do you want a pearl ring?”

taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, boxy smile on full display and he looks breathtaking in the golden hours that you immediately poke his cheek

yoongi’s eyes widen because that’s literally-

you don’t seem to find the weight on his question because you only let out a non-commital sound and whisk him away on another conversation about his day

he’s long since dropped out of yours and taehyung’s conversation, going back to the concierge because his presence is required

and he still can’t shake off how CLUELESS you are

it’s when the night gets a little more chilly and you could see taehyung go beneath the water more often, taking it as a sign that he’s going back and his brothers are looking for him

“night-night, tae.”

you offer the top of his head a kiss, rushing back to the cabana to put on your coat and right on time, you miss the way taehyung’s eyes are bigger than a goldfish’s

(@_@)

oh my god

oh my fucking god

taehyung really hATES you

he hates you so much!!!!

SO SO MUCH

he resigns back into the water and he doesn’t even move at all

just defeatedly sits on the seabed and his aura effectively puts off everything around him

his heart’s beyond heavy and his eyes sting and he never wants to resurface ever again

he’s trying not to get upset too much because his emotions have the capacity of changing the tide and it would literally resonate through the seas if he gets even more sad

taehyung’s trying to rEPRESS everything back in but it’s no use :((

“hey, hey, calm down. what’s wrong?”

his brother immediately swims to his side at the first slight tremor he felt, having only little trouble in locating him

“i-i asked y/n if she wanted a pearl-...” tae stutters and he has to physically hold his chest to not sOB at your name, an insurmountable feeling of dread at his chest 

yeah, you! namjoon knows you

in fact all his brothers know you and you’ve met each other multiple times, but not as often as you and tae did

they don’t need to see you everyday to know that taehyung is head over tails in LOVE with you

the mention of you and their brother’s gifts in the same sentence isn’t anything new

“okay? but you give her pearls all the time? and-”

“... ring.”

oh

OH

pearl ring

“yeah? and what did she say?”

joon himself tries to quell the distress he feels because taehyung’s emotions are morE than potent to affect to everyone, most especially his brothers

he sees the others swimming to them from afar, worried frowns already on their faces and namjoon doesn’t want to panic even more

“nothing!! she said nOTHING!!!!”

jungkook tilts his head, cheeks puffed out as he tries to diffuse the situation

“but tae, it could mean-...”

“nothing. y/n absolutely wants nothing to do with me!”

taehyung half-huffs and half-sobs, immediately swimming past them that leaves them confused and with a headache

this was definitely going to be a problem

it already is

today has got to be the slowest day ever

the water is so still and timid

oh my god it literally just looks like tap water in a bathtub that’s untouched

you’ve noticed in the first thing in the morning

was it nORMAL to have the water so still???? practically no waves at all??? not even ripples????

you must be losing your mind right

you dragged yoongi from the concierge desk all the way outside

he squints his eyes because the water.... is definitely not supposed to be this way....

“huh. now that’s just odd.”

some of your patrons don’t seem to mind at all because that just means they could go take their pictures without waves putting their phones at risk

but nO

most especially the swimmers n the surfers and even the lifeguard are all ????

everyone’s collectively looking at the water

yoongi takes a twig and just pokes at it to go do ATLEAST something, but even the ripples it produces are mundane

the water is too still and it makes you miss the one who makes it all better

you spend the better part of your whole day in your sundress and hanging around the cabana, yoongi scrunching his nose up at the fact that he seemed to be more active than the actual hotelier here today

“taehyung doesn’t go up for another seven hours, y’know?”

he finds you sitting by the edge of the deck, feet vigorously splashing around the water without any resistance at all that it feels so unnerving

“yea i know that... just wanted to hang out with him.”

you murmur out the last part, making yoongs do a double-take at his boss who was never this soft-spoken

“and that’s what you’ve been doing ever since childhood? sit by the edge then hang out?”

he wants to push a couple of buttons to get you out of your phase of the day today, but he only gets some insistent nodding and nothing more

“that’s so mundane. that’s literally a decade-long routine!!”

“it’s a routine i don’t mind!!”

and that’s true

it’s a routine you want to do with the rest of your life because it now feels like the equivalent of showering basically

you feel so incomplete without it and satisfaction doesn’t settle on your bones until you do it with taehyung :D

“surely, there must be sOME reason for taehyung to not get bored from doing the same thing with you, right?”

alright one more nudge

you’re considerably more perky now that’s for sure

but that doesn’t mean any less clueless unfortunately

“must be the food!!”

oh my god,,,,,, u are so dumb

he leaves you alone and you don’t even question it because you’re too busy waiting for taehyung

you expect the tide to change when it’s already noon but really, nothing happens still

5:20 passes and he still isn’t there

it’s time for dinner and yoongi has to fetch you aLL the way from the other side of the wings he needed to supervised because you’re spending all your time waiting

you were supposed to have dinner with staff tonight but you don’t even think twice in telling him to go eat without you, giving the company card more than eagerly

“don’t you think it’s time to go home?”

yoongi pipes up when they’ve finished dinner and you’re still there

he feels so sorry for you :((

“w-what if he shows up last minute?”

there’s still hope in your voice and he doesn’t want to taint it as much as people

“hey. they need sleep too. you should go get some for yourself too, okay? now just leave a cookie or something,” he has to pry you off the deck himself, not wanting to feel any more sorry for you because you’re starting to tremble with how chilly the air is

taehyung doesn’t resurface the next day

or the next

and the day after that

taehyung doesn’t show up the entire week.

you’re worried OUT of your mind and you’re tempted to just take your dad’s yacht and sail across the water to try and look for him

or oR maybe you should get one of the divers to try and look for him!!!! but no that wouldn’t work, would it??

how about you go and look for tae yourself???

yoongi’s been busy with the hotel bc the actual hotelier of it (read: you) is too busy MOPING

you’ve ditched your sundresses and waited in hoodies and sweatpants you could roll up in the morning and roll down at night to wait for him

most people don’t even recognize you as the owner and they just walk rIGHT past you when they see you in the hallways

you’ve also been stress-making waffles that you reek of the batter and butter, the staff now having an abundance of experimental ones that you’ve made

you’re definitely not okay

“uh y/n you really rEALLY need to go to sleep.,.,”

yoongi gapes at you when he visits you at the cabana, clearing his schedule out to go watch over you and bc your dad won’t sit still with how unkempt you’ve been

he gestures to the hammock you’ve always begged him to put up, but his handiwork’s wASTED because you don’t even spend more than five seconds looking at it

you should be screaming with glee by now :((

how in the world could he possibly distract you from crushing sadness and worry

he’s been brainstorming the past week and his head’s even more hollow than the decorative coconuts in the gift shop

... wait a minute

hey this has got to be his most stupid idea but the one with the most promising results!!!!!

11/10 risky but it’s the cLOSEST he could get!!

“hey do you wanna do something stupid??”

your eyes glance at him immediately because it’s the first question he’s ever asked you besides if you’re okay or when was the last time you slept or when do you intend on picking yourself up

yoongi fishes for his tablet and whips up a video immediately, only taking minutes for him to explain and seconds for you to agree

it’s what made you end up this way

it’s the reason in your swimsuit with your legs all the way inside a duvet cover and the corners of it knotted tightly on your waist

you don’t know how yoongi’s managed to convince you to race him in swimming with your whole lower body inside a king-sized dUVET cover from one of the cabanas whose guests are arriving in an hour, but here you are lmao

“first one to the furthest cabana wins, alright?”

he practically yelps in explaining in an effort to hype you up and a hundred dollars dOES seem to make him excited himself 

you’re buzzing for the first time in the week and it’s the panicked shoves you try to give each other before starting that kicks you off in an eager mood 

“GO!”

you immediately dive in and you don’t expect the heaviness of your makeshift tail behind you, momentarily cussing yourself because wHY on earth did you get the high-quality ones smh ://

oh my god this is so fucking stupid and oddly enough, you’re ENJOYING it

you can’t exactly paddle your legs fluidly like the times when they aren’t wrapped in a duvet, and the distance of the last cabana seems so tiring now that u think about it

yoongi’s already ahead and you don’t get HOW has he managed to come that far???

also not to mention that the gap between the two of you is large and now you’re just struggling to even move

also doesn’t help oNE bit with how good of a handyman yoongi also is because that is one secure knot you got there sir

it’s only dawning in you that you’re NOT well-versed in swimming!!

not even close to an expert!!! all you know are the basics

but the basics seem hard to even apply when you’re dragging a king-sized duvet cover by your legs

you’d expect more skills from someone whose family owns water-centric properties bUT NO <3

you’re flailing almost to the bottom and your eyes sting then your limbs feel heavy

you’re not necessarily drowning either, it just feels so difficult to swim back up

you’re about to try again and boost yourself up by pushing from the floor but then suddenly you’re being HAULED BACK UP

you have no chance to even try and get away because you know that the hand around your waist aren’t yoongi’s

“are you out of your goddamn mind???”

you instinctively take a big gulp of air when you come up the surface, legs fluttering now that you have some type of support to keep you up

“why would you do this?? who did this??”

the deep voice only registers in you seconds later that it’s taehyung who’s in front of you and holding you up, staring you down intensely

your puzzlement only frustrates him even more, going back down while keeping his hands on your waist before he untangles the duvet cover by your legs rather quickly and powerfully

he emerges back up and he’s looking at you with sO much stress that you wanna dive back down

“y-yoo-...”

you don’t even manage to finish speaking before taehyung snaps his gaze away from you and really yELLS

“YOONGI!!!”

as if he didn’t manage to startle you enough, he looks back at you and pats at you all over out of instinct, wanting to know if you’re hurt by any means

you’re more shocked but it’s over the fact that you’re finally seeing him again

this isn’t the first time you’ve swam with taehyung but this IS the first time in this context

you’ve never been this close to him either and you’re out of breath just by looking at him

he doesn’t seem to share the sentiment though because he looks like he’s gonna pull his hair out in both relief and frustration

“oh my god! i fucking thought that my soulmate would die in a — i-in a bedsheet!”

you are so ridiculous that it actually makes his heart clench

he intentionally didn’t come to see you for a week because he was so hurt over your rejection

he did see you from a distance and he also has a particular someone to watch over you, but he never imagined that you’d be doing THIS

his heart just minutes ago was beating against his ribcage because his soulmate was in danger!!! he physically and literally cannot drown but that’s what it felt like

“i’m your soulmate?”

your breathless gasp explains it all

:O

oh so...

oh my god how could you have nOT known this all along???

HOW COULD YOU BE SO OBLIVIOUS

taehyung probably acted this way and most especially that way when he ignored you!!!

you vaguely remember yoongi telling you that pearls PROBABLY mean a lot to taehyung even if the tone he’s used on you is beyond certain

the pearl ring was meant for courting!!!

that explains why yoongi gasped and looked at you inrcredulously!!!!

no he’s been courting you ALL this time

you are so..... insuffeable

“i’m so sorry!!” 

you’ve crammed in twelve years of experience into two minutes of critical thinking, throwing your arms around taehyung and burying your face into his neck

he grunts a bit at that but he’s not complaining at all

“you mUST hate me,” you frown and the need to cry overpowers you, taehyung sensing it again which is why he immediately strokes your nape in comfort

“i could never.”

the waves come back and even if they’re present, the water was calming

you’re too entranced with tae and your realizations to even notice that the water felt so much better compared to when it was dead still

it’s when you hear a familiar set of giggles that you sNAP your head in anger

yOONGI????

yoongi’s much more near you now, floating and floating until you make the move to look down and see not a duvet cover, but rather a tangerine-colored tail by him

all you’ve been doing this day is squeaking

tae, although still a lil bit mad at yoongi because he’s endangered you, smiles at his informant who’s helped make him last through the week

“half-merman!! i’m sorry if i didn’t tell you sooner, y/n. but since tae’s full, that’s the reason he could only come on land once a month! and since i’m half, i could only come underwater once a month!!”

he grins at his explanation he’s been trying to piece together for the last couple of months

ok maybe years

it probably explained to why it’s no accident that he’s clicked with you instantly and he trusts you with his whole life!! you were truly a gentle human that’s an all-rounder

also explains to why yoongi wasn’t all THAT shocked when you brought him out one day on his first year of working and pleaded taehyung to rise up with only even his eyes blinking up at him

no wonder tae warmed up to yoongi quick even if he did say he had distrust with majority of humans!!

how could you not doubt for one second that it’s the reason why he’s always been really good at swimming too and holding his breath

yoongi chose his day of the month to be today because you were so down in the dumps, and aLSO for the reasoning that he missed the boys so that’s why he’s going down there in a heartbeat

taehyung pinches at your thigh, a bright grin on your face when you come face to face with him after waving yoongi goodbye

“are you gonna make me wait another twelve years more?”

he pecks your cheek and it doesn’t feel platonic anymore, a giddy smile in realization that you’ve finally come to your senses

“would you mind?”

://

the teasing lilt in your voice doesn’t seem to go anywhere anytime soon hee-hee

“maybe a little but-“

“no more waiting.”

you kiss taehyung and almost launch yourself at him, savoring the taste of him on your tongue that he has to grip your thighs around his waist a little tighter

yeah ur a little slow but ur spirits are high!! you’re on the right direction!!

you’re definitely worth waiting for

and panicking over

and courting

and loving

:)

[yzssie]

OCEAN EYES pt. 3

Characters: Loki/Reader(Y/N)

Chapters: 3/7

Warnings: smut and smut (dominant Loki), mentions of self-harm, a little angst (added some fluff to compensate it)

Short summary: You find yourself in the midst of another attack by Loki, but little did both of you knew that things will get complicated, a strange attraction to each other will change everything.

Words: 2.8k

Disclaimer: I DO NOT ROMANTICIZE OR ENCOURAGE SELF HARMING! Mental health problems are very serious and real. If you have any struggles and you want to talk with someone, I am right here and I truly wish to help you!

A/N: 

Ok so I said enough smut but I started writing AND ENDED UP IN MORE SMUT JESUS CHRIST WHY AM I LIKE THIS? Anyways, it’s just at the beginning of this chapter so IT IS NOT ONLY A SMUT CHAPTER. I am trying to write a storyline so please bear with this chapter awkward atmosphere. More things will be explained in the fourth one, more action to come! Also, I hope there are no mistakes because I am pretty messed up with studying. The next update might be a little bit slowed down by my exams because I’m the last year and well, hell broke loose. (I might take requests of drabbles and headcanons in order to make myself feel better, so if you have please send me an ask and I’ll see how time works for me!)

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You wake up in a haze. Everything seemed like a dream but after you rub your eyes and take in the surroundings, you recognize the place. Yesterday was real. However, Loki is nowhere near you and you wonder if he walked away as soon as you fell asleep. At least he did not leave immediately, that can be called progress. A chill travels your body and you notice that you're still naked. You messily get up from the bed, wrapping the blanket around your body, hoping you can find something to wear. Your lower part is sore, no. Your whole body is sore, but relief washes away your pain: the body was used but pleasured. You enter the bathroom and look in the mirror. You were just kidnapped and fucked by Loki, God of Mischief, and in the current state, it seems you do not regret it that much. The way he made you feel less insecure, at least for a moment, makes your heart flutter. This is wrong. You're catching feelings for a God, a God who attacked Earth again and will possibly enslave you. You brush your hair away and observe the biting marks on your neck. The dark purple colour indicates that they won't fade away really soon. You recall him leaving marks all over your body but you do not take off the blanket. You're still the same you who don't enjoy the reflection of the mirror that much. Glancing around the bathroom you find a hairbrush, a toothbrush, a toothpaste and a little soap left on the sink. Really though? No shower gel? No make-up wipes? Then you laugh at your stupid remark. Where do you think you're at? A hotel?

You turn around and find two towels and a robe. Well, this might be the best you get and you're smart enough that you shouldn't push Loki. You decide to take a bath. You need a relaxing bath to think over everything but you are too anxious and it ends up being shorter than you wanted it to last. You couldn't handle your impatience, you have to see him but at the same time, you are afraid to face him.

“God, I need some clothes,” you sigh. The door opens and for a second you think that your soul left you.

“Midgardian,” he states.

You couldn't handle yourself and you replied teasingly.

“God of Mischief?”    

He raises an eyebrow and smirks, however, that smirk doesn't last much as he pins you on the wall and a dark gaze makes yours drop.

“You think this is a good time to be sneaky?” he growls and grabs a fist of your hair.

You wince and shake your head. He chuckles and his fingers are now tracing a line on your left thigh, making you shiver at the contact.

“Hm?” he hums when you inhale sharply.

God dammit. You're already wet. You feel a hot pit in your lower part and move your hips back against the wall. This is so embarrassing, so humiliating. You can be killed anytime but the only reaction you show is arousal. He grins and in a quick swift, he bends you on the table. You whine and try to escape but his hand pushes your waist down.

“Fighting back are we?” he chuckles lowly. His other hand moves away from your robe and your glistening pussy is right in his sight. His fingers meet your folds and he moans at the wetness. You bite your lip to hide your satisfaction.

Don't give in. Don't give in. You need to get a grip of yourself.

His fingers enter you and a gasp is heard. You think you'll come instantly. The feeling of him fucking you again was so intense, devastating, shaking your whole existence. You are sure this isn't how sex should normally feel. There has to be foreplay and an orgasm needs time to build. Is this because he is a God? Your thoughts are diminished by a third finger entering you and you finally moan.

“Tried to be silent huh?” his fingers bend in your pink hole and your back does the same. He stops and you sigh at the absence of touch. You hear his pants drop and your hips buck. Again. He is going to fuck you and you won't fight against it… again. You'll succumb into him for the second time and you'll discard any conscience you still have. His tip is teasing your entrance, covering himself with your arousal. Your legs shake and your heart jumps in anticipation.

“Tell me pet. What do you need?”

No. You won't do this again.

He hisses when you give no answer and slaps your ass.

“Still fighting back I see,” he speaks when you yelp and bite on your lip. “Very well.” he backs up but when you want to move away, there's the same invisible force which won't let you move like yesterday. You hear him leave the room.

Fuck. Did he just leave you there? Naked? Not done? Paralyzed by some magical bonds?

Fear starts to build in and after some minutes you call his name but get no answer.

“No!” you cry out from frustration and try to rub your thighs but there’s no success in doing so. You feel some of your juices streaming down your thighs, making this impossible for you to don’t beg. “My king please, I'm sorry,” you shout. There goes your last drop of pride. You are sure he can hear you, can't he? The tingling doesn't disappear, in fact, you feel it intensifies. It's painful. You need a release, you need to move, touch yourself.

More minutes pass and you're still there. Your eyes start to wet and you whine loudly like a stubborn child when he doesn't get what he wants.

“Fuck. Shit. Hell.” you curse. You will pass out. Your head becomes dizzy and your vision blurry. How many hours have passed? One? Two? Your sanity is crumbling down, your body is tensed and hurting. You think that if you imagine him fucking you, will help but it does worse and now you're a sobbing mess. Why is this so aching? This is not normal.

You hear the door creak and shriek.

“Loki, please! Stop! Please take me!” you almost scream.

He clicks his tongue.

“Poor you,” he feigns regret. “Have you been waiting here in this state since I left you?” you feel him approaching. “I had easily relieved myself, but you…” his fingers are swiping off a sticky trail of secretion on your skin and you moan.

“I am begging you.”

He yanks your head and you scream.

“This is what happens when you don't listen Y/N. Learn your lesson,” his tongue instantly finds your sensitive spot and you moan again. He trails your spine and you're aware of your trembling. Your whole body quivers, you need him so bad. He rubs your asscheek and penetrates you without warning.

You scream when he thrust slowly but hard enough to make the table shake under your body. He is rough but this is exactly what you want now. You scream at every slam, you can't keep your dignity anymore. You shamelessly moan until you come, which probably took like 5 minutes. You're now free from the bind and your back meets his chest. He holds you, taking in his own orgasm with a pleasured sigh. You clench his length so tightly that you feel him bursts more cum loads. Your body is still shaking in his arms, pleasure taking possession of your whole system. You see sparks and you feel like you'll faint but Loki's whispers keep you awake.

“Take it easy if you don't want to pass out,” he hasn't taken out his length from you yet. Maybe because you are so sensitive now that another movement will probably destroy all your nerves. You cry out again. This pleasure was raw, carnal, powerful.

“Shit,” he groans.

You clamp around his shaft incredibly delicious and he is hardening again.

“No.” you shriek when you sense it. He turns you around and he balances your body into his. Your arms wrap around his neck and you bury your head in his crook, screaming, crying, moaning. Tears are flowing down your cheeks and your nails dig into his back muscles. An animalistic sound escapes his mouth when your teeth graze his neck and you both explode with another body devastating orgasm...

You both stay there for a while, taking in the ecstasy. After what feels like an eternity, your breaths regulate and he withdraws from you. He leans in for a sloppy kiss, making you melt in his hold and a whine escapes your mouth. He grasps your hips and suddenly picks you up. You would have refused him, but you're pretty sure you can't walk now so you rest your head on his shoulder.

“You have to eat,” he utters.

“Pancakes?” you ask.

He chuckles and your eyes widen at the smiling wrinkles and the deep sound of laughter that emits from his chest which lasted for probably 0.5 seconds.

“There are no pancakes here.”

“Loki?”

He doesn't answer but you feel his hold gripping.

“What does this mean?”

“This?”

“Me being here. You attacking Earth again.”

He drops you on the chair a little harder than he wanted and you yelp in surprise.

“Meddle with this, Midgardian, and you die.”

His hand makes a swift move in the air and the table is full of food, from meat to fruits to cakes and wine? In the morning?

“If you can make food appear can't you make pancakes too? Isn't this too much for breakfast?” you mumble.

“I am not a low-rank magician to just make food appear. I transported it from another place,” there’s a short pause, “And it is not breakfast time,” he sits on the chair which faces your seat from the other end of the table, “It's 6pm.”

“6pm?”

“I see that you surely take your time. Aren't you too comfortable despite your situation?”

“Should I be afraid of you?”

“Are you?”

His question is met with no answer from you, but only with your eyes boring into his. Are you?

“Would you wish me to be?” you ask softly.

“You must be. I might kill you, torture you, use you in every way I would want.”

“Then do it.”

He's taken aback by your answer. There's a moment of silence between you two and his gaze seems to burn holes into your figure. Desire. Need. Domination. There are so many things Loki feels now, but he is not sure about why you get out all these feelings from him. What are you? Why are you submitting yourself to him so contently? What meaning have those sentiments of yours? He can't get over the way you approached him for the first time. Hope. Affection. Why? For whom? For a monster? A wave of anger washes away all his thoughts. Do you pity him?

“Eat,” his voice is emotionless.

Your hand reaches for a piece of cake, but it moves away from your touch.

“Cakes are desserts. Not meals.”

Your eyebrows furrow and he rolls his eyes.

“If it wasn’t the circumstance we’re in, I would have said this is a normal meal between two normal people in a very normal relationship.”

He ignores your comment and continues picking up food on his plate. You were so hungry minutes ago, but now, the only way to feed your hunger is receiving answers. You stand and look at him curiously. He seems so calm now, so unbothered by the whole situation as if it’s normal. Could you possibly affect him in any way?

He stops eating his meat and slams his hand on the table. You wince at the sound as if it resonated with your whole body, slamming it over something.

“Aren’t you supposed to eat? If not, then stand up and leave,” his cold reply hits your ears and your mouth opens to retort but it closes as soon as it opened. You’re hurt, your pride is hurt, your whole existence seems to be belittled more than it ever was. He’s doing that again, from being shockingly understanding to outstandingly insufferable. Despite your whole body being tense at every move and causing you pain, you stand up and head for the room you came from minutes ago. You know you’re limping but the sudden movement made your head dizzy and you feel your body going into a direction you weren’t planning to. A pair of arms catch you from falling and for a second you might say that you hate his presence.

“I don’t need your help,” you spat trying to regain balance while holding onto his clothes.

“Such a temper you have, pet,” his hands hang loosely around your body but they still don’t move away. “That’s why I told you to eat, there have been over 20 hours since you last ate and I don’t need magic to know that your last meal wasn’t exactly a proper one.”

You don’t reply and shrug off from his hold, not looking at him.

“Don’t be stubborn,” his body turns away from yours but you can sense he stopped in his way to watch you. “You are not allowed to be stubborn.”

This is it. You snap and leave the room, leaving a bothered yet smirking Loki alone. What a feisty one he caught.

You throw your body onto the bed and watch the ceiling as you try to comprehend everything. You want to help him, to understand him. One day merely passed since your first meeting and you’re already annoyed by his changes in behavior. Does he have multiple personalities? How can he turn from a decent being to a total douchebag? He’s the one who kidnapped you, it’s not like you’re the reason why you’re stuck with him. And he may get rid of you anytime… but he’s not…

Were you too angry with him? You can’t help now but to blame your early reaction. He wanted to make sure you eat yet you just yearned for answers and reasons. Maybe he also doesn’t know what’s happening. Oh no… what was in your head just now? You remember that he is in fact misunderstood by the world, by his family. At least that’s what you always thought. And now, you who wanted to find the real Loki hidden into darkness, just blew away your chance.

You get up from the bed and head to the door to open it but you stop in your tracks as Loki does it before you.

“Done with your rebellion?” he asks with a plate of food in his hand.

“Done,” you whisper softly.

“Good. Because it is the last time I will allow it,” he places the food on the small table near the door and turns to leave the room.

“Loki?” you hesitantly ask and he faces you. “Can you stay?” you fiddle with your fingers.

“You must be joking,” he scoffs. “After you stormed out from the dining room you ask me to stay as if I was the one who left?!” he grits his teeth and as soon as his hand touches the doorknob your arms quickly get a grip on his other hand. He hisses and you feel all his muscles tense at your touch but after a few seconds, his body relaxes. Your touch is not as painful as he was expecting it. He doesn’t repulse you as much as he repulses others. But he cannot allow any affection towards you. You’re a mortal, a fragile form of existence, someone who will never understand and never adapt to his lifestyle. Weak, you will become his weakness and you will eventually get hurt, not only by him but also by others who wish to inflict him pain.  

“I’m sorry.”

Your sudden words feel like a stab into his chest, it causes him pain but spreads warmth as blood does when it flows from a wound. He groans ferociously and with a swift movement, your lips crash into his. He can’t deny it. He needs you, he needs touching you, feeling you. His lips are hungrily claiming yours, biting, licking every piece of skin he finds. His arms roam over your thinly covered body and entice a moan from you when he finds your ass, groping it. His other hand is locked on your waist and pushes you into his chest as if he may lose you if you escape his grip. He never had someone who responded as well to his actions as you do. Moreover, he never had someone who showed him feelings or try to understand his own. He breaks the kiss when he feels out of air and leans his forehead on yours.

“Let’s eat then.”

[awkward-radar-tech]

A Valentine's Surprise

Summary: A response to an anon who asked “Could you do a Valentine drabble with Kylo/reader where he's disguised as Matt and they've kinda grown close and on Valentine's Day the reader gives Matt one and gives him another to give Kylo since everyone deserves a little love?” Also, the relationship can be read as platonic or a budding romance, whatever you want it to be, I left it open.

A/N: This is definitely longer than a drabble, 1350 words to be exact, but in the spirit of how I answer other asks, this is completely unedited. I just wrote this in a hour and posted it instead of going to bed since I have class in the morning...

Kylo was thankful the officers and stormtroopers who knew about his shenanigans as Matt on Starkiller were no longer around, either dead or on a different ship, far from where he is, and also with their memories of Matt wiped anyways. He had improved his acting skills, got a droid to put makeup over his scar, learned more about being a radar technician, and reused his Matt persona, this time just because he felt like it. His missions from Snoke had all but disappeared due to his failure of defeating the scavenger and letting her get away. Being Matt was the only thing he could do besides train and meditate and annoy Hux, although Hux wasn't too pleased with him being Matt, but he let it slide since he wasn't destroying anything.

Matt arrived for his shift, and you promptly greeted him. The two of you had been partnered from his first day as the new Matt, and have grown close, he would even consider you a friend. But Matt's friend, not Kylo's. The past 3 shifts you have been talking to him about the civilian tradition of Valentine's Day, which was allowed to be celebrated on board as long as it didn't interfere with the regularly assigned work. Kylo, admittedly, knew very little about the holiday because of being a Jedi when he was Ben and then being secluded from everybody as Kylo.

When Matt told you he hadn't known a lot about the holiday because of being a recluse his whole life, you knew you had to tell him about your favorite holiday. It wasn't your favorite holiday because of what it was celebrating, you just really liked the aesthetic.

While waiting for the diagnostics to load, you talked more about the holiday, “So in school, young children give out little cards to their classmates with cheesy sayings on them and a picture that goes with it. Normally it says something about how cool, awesome, or nice they are. And then candy. Later on in life it becomes romantic. It is a good day for secret admirers to send things to their crush, or just to let somebody you look up to or respect know you do so.”

“Have you ever given a card out like how you described?”

“As a kid I spent hours deciding which saying I wanted to give to which classmate, my favorite always went to my crush. As an adult, I have given a few platonically and one to a crush.”

“How did that go?”

You looked sadly at your feet, “They applied for a transfer to a different portion of the ship that day.”

“Oh, uh, I'm sorry. Sorry for asking.”

“No. No, it is alright Matt. It was a year ago. So it isn't that big of a deal anymore.”

“A year ago? How isn't that still a big deal. How could they have not thought you were great? I met you 9 months ago, you couldn't have changed that much in 3 months.”

“They said I was weird. Don't worry about it Matt. It happens. The results are in, let's get to work.”

He begrudgingly let it drop. He wondered if he should make you a card, a platonic one, but he didn't know what to do for it, so he decided against it. He didn't have time to research or order one before tomorrow.

He didn't know what to expect from you the next shift, but being handed two cards in envelopes with candy isn't what he thought would happen. One was black with red writing on it and the other was pink with black writing.

“I got you a card and candy. And I remember you said you know Kylo Ren or something like that, so I got him a card with candy too. His is the black and red one, I figured he wouldn't be too into the whole pink and white hearts thing. But he still deserves some love. Hopefully he knows about the holiday.”

Matt smiled, “Oh, I think he does. I'll make sure he gets it, I'll take it on our lunch break. Can I open my card now, or should I wait?”

You became nervous, “You can open it now if you want.”

He opened the pink envelope and pulled out a white card with a simple red heart on the front. Inside he found a note from you, “The F.O. is red/ Ren's saber is, too/ thank you for being kind/ from the moment I met you. - your best friend, (y/n)”

Matt smiled at you, “Thank you so much. I'm sorry I don't have anything to give you. As you know I didn't know about this holiday until a few shifts ago.”

“It is alright, Matt. I know. Now let's get to work before we get yelled at.”

At lunch, Kylo rushed back to his quarters and opened his card from you. The card was just plain red, and inside was a plain note, not like the poem Matt got, “Hi Commander Ren. I'm (y/n), a radar technician, and I'm partnered with Matt. I hope this is okay, I just wanted to make sure you got a little love this Valentine's Day. I really admire you and your power, although you do scare me still. I'm so glad you got off Starkiller safely. I hope you like the candy, Matt told me they were your favorite. P.s.- I think your lightsaber is really cool. P.p.s.- I know you probably won't answer this, but are you actually shredded and have an 8 pack like Matt says you do?”

Kylo decided he would write you a response. He took out his calligraphy set, folded a piece of cardstock in half, drew a couple hearts on the front, and then began to write inside. He fashioned a quick envelope and returned to work.

Matt handed you a plain envelope, “This is from Kylo Ren. He appreciated the thought, so he quickly made this for you. He asked me to tell you not to read it until you are back in your quarters after your shift.”

You took the envelope and put it in your bag, “Thank you for giving it to him, Matt. I'm glad he liked it. I was afraid he would come and kill me.”

The end of the shift couldn't come fast enough, and Matt secretly followed you to your room, changing into being Kylo in a supply closet. He discreetly used the force to observe you while you opened and read the card.

You sat on your bed as you read the card, you couldn't believe Kylo made you a card, let alone drew hearts on the front. You loved how neat and beautiful his writing was, “Hello, (y/n). Thank you for the card and candy. It really brightened my day. I've never participated in this holiday. That candy is my favorite. It is very wise for you to be scared of me, I'm a very dangerous man. And yes, I do have an 8 pack. There is one thing I have to tell you. I'm not always a scary and dangerous man. Sometimes I'm a shy goofball with dorky glasses. And a blond wig. That is a radar technician. And who kinda likes you, maybe. In case you didn't figure it out, I'm Matt. But you can't tell anybody.” There was a knock on the door as you read the final lines, “p.s.- that is me knocking on your door. P.p.s- I used the force to know when you got to that part, you think really loud.”

You opened the door and allowed Kylo to walk in, “Are you still going to be my work partner Matt?”

“Yes, I get bored easily otherwise.”

“Can I hug you?”

“Yes.”

You gave him a big hug and he gave you a hug back. He hoped this made up for what the jerk did to you last year. And that jerk may or may not have been transferred from life by his lightsaber.

[lumiereswig]

Do you have any crossovers with/AUs inspired by "Moulin Rouge!"? I know there's a fics list page but my wifi is so stupid slow it never loads so I can never tell.

nope! srry

since u can’t load the fics page im gonna give it all to you right here boo

Lumiere discovers something new, post-curse: Matches

Plumette/Lumiere, pre-curse. Plumette growing up and Lumiere growing close. Lit By The Sun

Plumette/Lumiere, immediately after being cursed: Fire and Feathers

Lumiere meets the prince for the first time: A Showman Through and Through

Plumette/Lumiere as college kids: Modern AU that is not super great but eh i tried

plumiere in love: it’s right here for now (at least until I edit it and make it better)

here’s Scotland

“a maid that has a crush on Lumiere faking being Plumette and trying to seduce him”: hahaha this one still makes me laugh

abandoned ‘kidnapped’ fic—here

lumiere finding out plumette is pregnant: Here.

lumiere sees the baby for the first time:  Here. Aww.

“a one shot in which plumette and lumiere go on a romantic tryst about the castle in the days following their wedding 💕”:  poor cogsworth

Lumiere is the sexiest sandwich in the palace. Here.

Plumette gets sick, it’s really sad: Right over here, pal.

More plumiere falling in love here.

Tale as old as time, older than that guy, Beauty and Maurice.

garderenza backstory? here it is

So, like: what if Mulan showed up.

“can i please have a crack-shippy fic where everybody is in love with the wrong people.” Here.

figuring out how to be human again. here

lumiere/plumette body swap HERE.

“Movie night at the castle!” As you wish.

a bunch of other maids have a crush on lumiere and try to get his attention: a short fic about trapezes

“A group of poor motherless ducklings imprint on Plumette” QUACK QUACK.

“please expand on that night when Plumette and co. got drunk because of Chapeau’s brandy + wine idea…” I don’t know why I like writing drunk!staff so much but i DO

1991, MEET 2017!

What happened to Gaston? The only Gaston fic I’ll ever write, probably. Here.

He is nineteen. She is younger. Lumiere tells Plumette a fairytale. Lit by the Moon.

“How about a fic were the staff play light as a feather stiff as a board with Plumette as the board.“ what the fuck even is this game i am still confused but on y va, i guess

ATTRACTIVE FARMER MAN AND HIS TWO WIVES

Plumette’s last seconds before the curse takes hold. Laughing Still.

Forgotten. [Ongoing]

Plumiere in the rain. Quick mini-fic. I’ve Seen Fire and Rain

“quick question : how often does lumiere get sick?” Here.

“What if the day the curse was broken the staff go batshit crazy over being able to eat again so they eat until their stomachs hurt. Then Chip starts a food fight by throwing a bread roll at Cogsworth.” THIS HAPPENED?

“A dragon comes to try and eat Plumette” Lumiere is a fire-bender

“crack fic where they somehow discover theyre fictional” this one was so fun to write, lumiere picks up ewan’s scottish accent and hates it

“What about a really cute fic were Lumiere and Plumette fake being sick so they don’t have to work and get to spend the whole day together” poor cogsworth part 2  

“Who gets the weird nightmares and who consoles the other at two in the morning because they’re in tears.” Me, because I just want my OTP to have nice things. Here.

”coffeeshop au but its still set in the 18th century“ BUT WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ROUSSEAU, THO??            

“Can you write about Lumiere throwing Plumette a surprise birthday party for her?”  hey

“Chip wants to be maître d’ someday and follows Lumière around the castle as his little protégé” he’s going to be a better one than lumiere here

“don’t think about how painful the transformation must have been for the servants" do i ever think of anything else. [the answer is no]                

“*Whispers in your ear* AMNESIAC LUMIERE”   FUCK. HOW’D YOU KNOW I LOVE AMNESIA FICS?? FUCK. ultimately one of my favorite fics. holy fuck

“*Whispers in your ear* AMNESIAC LUMIERE” part TWO, motherfuckers

“Maybe one during the curse where they can suddenly hear the soundtrack around them?“ poor cadenza

“What if somebody after the curse was broken just out of nowhere started playing the Aria. I NEED FEELS” have you thought about horrible things yet today  

“The castle has to order in pizza” adam would like to register a complaint.

“Ewan McGregor and Lumiere switching universes" here

”A water balloon fight that gets out of hand?“ SPLASH.    

Les Miserabeauty and the Beast. Here.

“Can you do where everyone is turn into a baby” ANGST

STANFOU ROMANCE

“Nutcracker AU?!” aw fuck here

“I Never Really Knew You”—Cadenza & Adam

“He Must Loathe Me”—Chapeau & Plumette

“The Sound of Her Weeping”—Garderobe & Lumiere

“Her Little Satin Slippers”—Cogsworth & Plumette

“Home”—Mrs. Potts & Plumette

“Chapeau’s Charade”—Belle & Chapeau

“Lullaby”—Garderobe & Plumette

“Cake in the Sun”—Lumiere & Stanley

“Like You Used To”—Adam & Garderobe

“Why The Beast Eats Like….That”—Chip & The Beast

“The Boy’s Hand”—Chip & Adam

“The Pink Vest”—Garderobe & Cogsworth

“Draw”—Maurice & Adam

“They’ll Never Meet Again”—Plumette & Garderobe.

“Her Beautiful Maman”—Garderobe & Plumette, in the parents AU. Also: Lumiere & Frou-Frou. Woof.

“have Belle and Adam watch batb 2017?” sure.  

“I would love to see their reaction to singing in the rain! It’s my all time favorite movies!! ❤️❤️"  🌧🌧🌧🌧SAME 🌧🌧🌧🌧

“consider the coconut” MOANA CRACK.

“Plumiere goes to Paris?” Prequel fic! [oh là là]

“thy crackest crack of all - batb but adam/belle and lumiere/plumette swap places” lumiere turns into a dragon

“so. um. amnesiac adam?“ FUCK. FUCK.FUCK.              

”Mary Poppins would be practically perfect in every way!” Feed the fucking birds

“I should have told you a long time ago.” Plumette wakes up, after their first night together. Fits into the “Lit by the Sun” story.

“This is why we can’t have nice things/you don’t see me”—right after the curse, Plumiere cope with their new forms. Angst?

“Prove It/You’re Drunk.” Lumiere had….a night of it. Poor Cogsworth, the Continuing Saga

“great comet” fic: the candle in the mirror

“I’ve been waiting a long time.” finally a happy!cogsworth fic. Tic toc.

“Batb and Frozen crossover pls“—it’s garbage                          

The whole palace body swaps. here

“What happens when Lumiere’s family wakes up and realizes they have a son at the palace?” well SHIT ! there’s a prompt

“Chapeau having to relearn and figure out how to play the violin once he’s turned into a coatrack.” Shh.

a cuisinier fic! this fandom doesn’t deserve him

“Batb and Robin Hood crossover!!!!!” fuck

“how about the castle residents plays a giant game of live clue.” Adam would like to register another complaint

Lit by the Stars. Plumette and Lumiere meet for the first time.

“belle catches a cold?” i’m allergic to fluff

“how about amnesiac belle this time?” FUCK

w o w this one’s about plumette & belle sharing plague stories

“Can you do where Lumiere and Plumette babysit Chip while Mrs. Potts is working”  cute? ??

Wedding Cake: it’s huge

“lightly read fanfiction.” RIGHT?!

“You should let them watch the classic movie Beauty and the Beast” here

“ plumette x lumière modern spies AU” here.

“cogsworth angst” YOU GOT IT dude

“Hi, could you do some fluff and angst headcanons for Madame de Garderobe and Cadenza please xx” the honeymooners

“Shalalalalala my oh my, looks like the boy’s too shy, ain’t gonna kiss the girl” has lumiere ever been shy in his life ?

“Would you care to write a drabble of the castle redoing Mrs. and Mr. Potts’s wedding because Chip found his mother’s wedding dress and was bummed that he missed it?“ oh hey unrelated: i never dated a christmas ornament  

“imagine plumiere first met AFTER they were turned into objects” um: FUCK YES.

“Batb characters in the titanic” too soon, people. too soon.

“Plumiere prompt: A whole new world! new fantastic point of view. No one to tell us no. Or where to go. Or say we’re only dreaming.” ok    

“a touring theatre group comes to perform at the castle” this is more like a headcanon but it’s long as fuck so it ended up here              

“cogsworth discovers he can fly” this is so wrong, this is so right              

“Card Tricks”—Lumiere & Chip

“Coffee & Tea”—Lefou & Mrs. Potts

“Lion’s Mane”—Cuisiner & Plumette & Adam

“the characters read some of your fics and their reactions” o fuck. crack.

“Ok, but what about someone slipping Lumiere a love potion meant for Plumette??” kisses

Plumette stargazes; Lumiere dates someone else. Veronique

“ding dong we need more cogsworth- can we have something with him and mrs. potts bonding over all of their dumb kids” ding dong yes yes yes we do!

the villagers get cursed. a trash fic!!!![[[[ongoing]]]

Seating Arrangementsare! important! here.

“cogsworth sharing plumette’s first dance with her at her wedding, and…” I don’t dance.

poly garderenza/belle. i love this bullshit. i ship this

“Bonjour you wrote a fic about Luimere taking care of Plumette when she’s sick, can you write one about Plumette taking care of Lumiere? 💛💛” cough!

The First Untethered Hot Air Balloon Flight: oh, fuck.

garderenza content FEELS

��amnesiac belle?” COMPLETED, BITCHES. fucking ga w w d

“Can we have cogsworth headcanons?? Pretty please mon ami??” Dulce et decorum est.  

“Eclipse”—Lumiere & Chip

what if the servants came awake again, in modern days? Here

‘do you remember when we were human?’ Plumiere shit.

A history lesson w/Cogs and Lums. Beware the dust. Album.

 GARDERENZA HIGH SCHOOL AU !!!

“Woof”— Belle & Frou-Frou

“Fireworks”—Adam & Plumette

“Amnesiac Mrs. Potts?” Eh.

“a midsummer night’s dream au?” welcome to CRACK CITY [x]

“Plumette has a tragic, existential moment.” Pouf-pouf.

“a touring theatre group comes to perform at the castle. like some kind of magic, they can perform shows that don’t even exist yet” [x]

“I would ​ love if you wrote when Plumette and Lumiere came up with Be Our Guest” BE! OUR! GUEST

“The castle adopts a pet? but not like a cat or anything, like they get a pet komodo dragon or something” welcome to the zoo

garderenza’s glory [x]

“Flicker In, Flicker Out.” The curse takes its toll.

“Who would be into divination? the Supernatural? Spooky Shit™?” HEY THERE DEMONS, IT’S YA BOI.

“If each of the servants could write a book, what would they be about?” The Villeneuve Catalog of Literature, fresh off the presses.  [x]

“Cogsworth + Lumiere switch personalities?”  i fuckin love a good crack prompt. showgirls!

“Socks”—Pere Robert & Mrs. Potts

adam and belle meet as tiny kids

COLLEGE FACULTY AU FIC 

sad maurice fic: :)))))))))

“What do the servants do when they can’t sleep?” Shhhh.

Chip being in town when the curse strikes, here [ongoing!]

Belle gets used to the staff being, well.….human again. “New.”

“Have you ever done a role-swap where Belle was the princess and Adam was the boy from the village?“ CHIP. DON’T FUCK WITH THE TIME TRAVEL. Here.

The useless energy of haunted things. “Freaks of Furniture.” Thanks, JSTOR.

@batbobsession​ collab w/me called “One Moment”—their part is here, my part is there. The servants and the staff take a minute, right before the battle, to face what they’ve become.

“spooky prompt: What If the castle was haunted the year after belle breaks the spell…sadder prompt: What If the ghost was Adams mom…Worse prompt: or his father” THIS IS NOT THE FUN GHOST-HUNTING I ASKED FOR.

“Everyone says that Adam was under the spell ages, so what if the spell went on for 300+ years or whatever, and a woman hiking through the woods kind of went through what Maurice did with the tree being knocked over…” Fucking!!!! Granola bars!!!!!!!!!!!![x] [Ongoing.]  

How desperate I became. To erase. To unmake my mouth, my pulse. / To unlive. “The Writing-Desk.”

“So Very Different”—Cuisinier & Garderobe

“how would the staff and Belle and Adam react to some little kids from the village showing up trick-or-treating?“ Something like this, I imagine.

“Amnesiac Cadenza?” i do fucking love an amnesia ask

“During the curse, Adam begins to see ghostly apparitions of the servants’ human forms.” Dead men walking.

“Spooky prompt: A haunted house in Villeneuve.” i just want to talk to the demons!

“These Two Need More Love”—Chapeau & Cuisinier

“A piece inspired by the song, “A Shoulder to Cry On,” aka, ‘80S MUSIC FICS

“Adam, Belle + staff go to pick out/chop down their own Christmas tree……” Yule fic by me + other people! ho ho ho.

way down in hadestown

The fandom-spanning fic, involving Star Wars, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, and Tulio and Miguel.

“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said.” Evermore. Thanks Ray Bradbury.

“idk how she got there but Garderobe rules the world.” ❤️

“Oh! How about a story or headcannons of Shane and Ryan doing a Buzzfeed Unsolved Video at the enchanted castle in BatB?” [wheeze] (a FAVE)

“Words”—Garderobe & LeFou.

“what if someone confused the servants with the royals, cuz they dress better than adam and belle?” This happens regularly.

“Pere Robert somehow comes across a Time Turner” ⏳tick-tock⌛️

“Crackfic prompt: Belle is messing around with magic books (AGAIN) and somehow summons dinosaurs.” that’s , uh, that’s chaos theory

plumiere SNUGGLING FOR WARMTH TROPE????

“The BATB characters stumble into The Great Comet” EVERYBODY RAISE A GLASS

“So I’m reading the Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater…..” Here.

“Please give me more singing hair brush!” the fucking hairbrush. Here.

“Please can I have a bunch of adorable hcs where Garderenza are prepping Bassette for their first concert with her singing in it too” that is a hairbrush

arrrrGGHHHH, mateys, that thar be a magical pirates fic, shiver me timbers

“lumiere gets a sunburn” ouCh

“for adelle: maybe the Official Proposal?” Here.

“ what if. an amnesia fic. where they. ALL. Got. A m n e s I a“ —MY BRAND~

“Headcanons for Belle and Adam being the world’s greatest grandparents?” also known as “be a bear, grandpa!”

“Garderenza prompt: ‘You saved my life!’” oh how divine

belle keeps playing with magic and getting everybody fucked

this collab fic with @theteaisaddictive​ is done! “agathe gets amnesia”

“Whisky and Red Wine”—Lumiere and Belle have a night in.

“AU idea: As belle is leaving the second time, something stops her and she turns and whispers ‘I love you’ before running off.” Can you say “two idiots”?

“ have you ever done any asks about what you think maurice/belle’s mum’s life was like before they had belle???” I AM ALWAYS HERE FOR THE MAURICE SAD!FICS [x]

“something sweet with adam and the plumiere child.” sweet as stolen breakfasts.

“Belle messing with magic again finds one that puts the universe into reverse” this one is straight crack i hope you like it

chip is the middle man for some major lumiworth action

“A traveller stops by for directions […] by coincidence, he’s one of Belle’s *very favorite* authors.” Wow I wonder if the world’s biggest book nerd is going to handle this in a responsible manner [x]

“a man attending a ball at the palace spots plumette, and falls in love with her beauty. she receives an anonymous present of heart-shaped chocolates on her bedside the next day, and assuming they are a present from her dear lover, eats them without a thought. moments later…..” Not exactly this trope but uhhhh it’s a love potion fic babyyyyyyy

[femme-blem]

Cupid’s Arrow - Across the Plains

@imaginesforfe @fire-emblem-drabbles

Hiya! Here's my Cupid's Arrow gift for @ldotrage​. I was super stoked to see Lyn on the list; I've been dying to write for more Blazing Blade women (despite the fact that I haven't fully beaten the game yet...I really need to finish up Eliwood's story). I’ll be crossposting this to ao3 as a gift fic shortly. I hope you enjoy it!

......

Lyn tucks the last of the recently-purchased supplies into her horse's saddlebag and pats its shoulder before turning to you. "Well, that's everything."

"And that'll last us the whole week?" you ask, more incredulous than disbelieving. The horse's load is light, and though you trust Lyn with all you have, you're not sure how it'll stretch more than a day and a half.

Lyn laughs. "Everything else we need, the plains will provide. Come on, (Y/N)."

You'd had no idea what to expect from your girlfriend on the Day of Devotion some weeks ago, but when she asked you to journey with her to the Sacaen Plains, you couldn't have been more excited. It was an honor, in a way, to be invited to somewhere so near and dear to her heart. She hadn't visited the land of her birth since arriving in Caelin all that time ago, but she often talked about the beauty of the plains - the grass swaying in endless gentle currents with the wind, its rustling lulling her to sleep at night; the vast stretch of land that was both blissfully empty yet teeming with life, the warm sun, the cleansing rain. The way she talked about Sacae was poetic, and each word was said with such fondness that you longed to experience its splendor firsthand. Lyn couldn't hide the sparkle in her eyes when you enthusiastically agreed to go. You've been making your way across the land since, but the distance felt like nothing at all with Lyn at your side.

Lyn hoists herself up onto her horse in one smooth, practiced motion before offering her hand. She looks so dashing like this, you think, and you blush as she takes your arm and pulls you up behind her as easily as one might pick a flower off the ground. You wrap your arms around her waist, and with a nudge from Lyn, the horse sets off.

The bustle of town fades as its cramped buildings thin into fairly spaced farmsteads. You don't bother looking back to see the last of the houses disappear from view.

......

You've known Lyn for quite a while now, yet you've never seen so immediately at ease as she is once you arrive in Lorcan territory. Watching her now, you can't imagine her ever being anywhere else. Her vibrant green hair flutters gently in the breeze along with the grass that rises to her knees. She looks back to you and beams.

Days pass like a lazy dream. Lyn wants to show you every wonderful thing the plains have to offer, and though the land is too expansive to even scratch the surface, her efforts aren't wasted. She points out herds of wild horses to you, their unique patterns and coloration so different than the carefully bred mounts you're used to seeing in Caelin. She brings you to a sea of wildflowers, and you spend the rest of the day kneeling in the middle of it, weaving flowers into each others' hair and sneaking quick kisses in between. She shows you which plants are good for harvesting, and when you sit down later to share a meal of roasted greens and the spiced meat of some game Lyn had expertly brought down, you see what she meant when she said the plains would provide everything.

Time is spent picking berries, tracking herds, and holding onto Lyn as you ride through the tall grass. It wasn't like when you were traveling here, clinging tightly and watching the scenery rush past as you pressed on with a single goal in mind (though that was thrilling in its own right). Here, your body pressed comfortably against hers as you go wherever you please, often pausing to explore purely on a whim. There were no rules, no responsibilities, nothing to stop you and your girlfriend from sharing the days the way you two wanted.

Following the winds during the day, settling wherever you found yourselves when the sun lowered, and at night...oh, the nights were gorgeous. The plains were breathtaking in daylight, but the way the moon painted the land in deep blues and violets was something magical. Despite spending all of the day in each other's company, you both stayed up and talked for as long as you could before the need for sleep became too much. Each day ended with you curling up together inside your shared tent.

On cloudless nights, much like tonight, you and Lyn would lay side-by-side on the plush grass and admire the stars. The sky is clearer than you've ever seen it, the little variations in color and size and brightness between stars much more noticeable, and you're content to just stay like this, admiring them in comfortable silence.

Lyn seems to have something else in mind.

You're so close that you feel the words on her tongue before she speaks them - the way her hand briefly squeezes yours, the slight tense of her body, the purposeful intake of breath. She calls your name softly, and you make a small hum.

For a moment, she doesn't continue. Then: "What do you think of the plains?"

There's so much you could say about them, and you're tempted to start waxing poetic like Lyn does, but you decide to answer directly. "I love them, Lyn. I'm so glad you brought me with you - I feel like I could stay here forever."

Lyn swallows. "You could, you know."

"Huh?"

You turn your gaze away from the stars to Lyn. Her face is softly illuminated by the moonlight and the dying embers of the campfire, and though it's dim, you can see the determination in her eyes. She brings your hand closer and closes both of hers around it. "You're important to me, (Y/N), more important than anyone else. I wanted to show you my homeland, yes, but...I want us to spend the rest of our lives together. Living freely on the plains in peace, for as long as I draw breath. Would you stay with me?"

"Oh, Lyn..." You lean forward and capture her lips. Lyn relaxes and returns the kiss tenderly, sighing when she feels your free hand in her hair. You pull back just an inch, noses touching as you look into her eyes. "I'd love nothing more."

[starboyjxmin]

Meet Me in the Hallway (Jeongguk AU)

 Synopsis: “Just let me know I'll be at the door, at the door Hoping you'll come around Just let me know I'll be on the floor, on the floor Maybe we'll work it out,”// Harry Styles

Warnings: Angst, Smut, a bit of Fluff 

Genre: Drabble, (BTS X Harry Styles’ self-titled album)

Word Count: 6,855

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

This was an absurd idea, the silliest he had in a while. He knew better than to help the woman who had entered into the hotel with her over-the-top fur coat and the silver thin designer dress with milky pearls adorning her neck and the very large diamond ring on her left hand. She had come into the Aria, alone with a bellhop who was pushing three carts filled with Louis Vuitton luggage. But the woman had looked distressed and despite him being a bus boy, he took the remaining two carts and helped his fellow co-worker and the woman who smiled at him. 

“My name is (Y/N), what’s yours honey?” She had a voice like money and when he had told her that his name was Jungkook, she laughed like God. He was in such awe with this beautiful and glamorous woman. 

“This is my room. Just leave it here, please. Do I have to tip you?” Before any of the boys could say anything, (Y/N) took out a wad of cash from her flowery designed wallet, giving half to each other boys who were absolute awe. “I hope that’s enough.”

The whole day, Jungkook felt the pocket of his slacks heavy. Heavy with the money of the exotic woman who held this aura of sophistication as she walked and spoke. By the time it was night, he had forgotten all about the mysterious woman.

“Go clean table 17. Make it fast.” Jungkook nodded at his manager as he began to walk with his half-full of dirty plates and cups cart mindlessly to the booth that was a bit secluded. He had enough money to send to his parts, he began to think as he maneuvered through tables and waiters, and he had enough money to pay his rent this month finally on time. All he needed was a bit more for his food and it would be a great month for him. 

“Listen to me, (Y/N),” (Y/N), that was the name of the sun-kissed woman who had given him a hefty tip earlier that day. Jungkook was a few feet away when he realized that table 17 was the one with you and a man who seemed to have been growing more furious by the second. “if you think that you can throw another one of your fucking tantrums to me about how fucking selfish you think I am for bringing you to my fucking business trip which let me fucking remind you,” You flinched at your husband’s sharp tone and grew red as you realized how Drew was probably causing a scene. “that it was you who always cried about how I never took you out and I spent my said business trips just whoring around! So the least that you can do is shut the fuck up with your whining and keep that pretty mouth fucking shut!” Now you were aware that the whole restaurant had grown quiet as they turned to see what was the problem. “You are my wife, you are meant to look good on my arm, not talk or tell me how you think that I am going about my meetings the wrong way!” Drew stood up, knocking his chair back. All you could do was just stare at him in terror.

“Drew, love-” You gave him a warning look as if saying, “You are embarrassing me.” but was cut off short.

“If it weren’t for me, you would have been prostituting yourself on the streets of your beloved Colombia and killed yourself years ago from an overdose.” He didn’t hold back. Why would he? You had made him look like a fool at his meeting today by outsmarting him about the ways to advertise and manage sells. How was he suppose to have the respect of his employees when his wife, a woman and not to mention, a foreigner, thought it was okay to speak when not given permission and to make suggestions for him and towards his company.

Jungkook didn’t know what to do. He just watched as your said husband just publicly humiliated you and then went on to insult you by pretty much saying that he had saved you from a horrible what if as well as insulting your country. If he was being honest, Jungkook felt really bad. But he was the help. He couldn’t do anything. So he was forced to watch as your husband threw his stained napkin at your face before walking out, huffing and muttering things under his breath. The man did appear to be older than you but not by that much so it was insane to him just how your husband really thought it was okay for him to treat you so badly.

You felt like just crying. There was no other emotion in you but sadness. The whole restaurant had turned back to their business as if nothing at happened. No one stopped Drew, no one gave you at least a sympathetic look. But what were you to actually expect? It wasn’t like you deserved any form of sorriness since it was you that married the dick bag. You sighed, covering your face with your hand, much like you did after every fight the two of you had because it made you feel invisible, small, and safe.

“I’m sorry but-” A tenor, accented voice with soft hints brought you back to your reality. “can I clear some off the table?” You sighed, closing your eyes as you brought your hands down to your lap, trying to keep the last ounce of safety in.

“Yes. I’m-” You opened your eyes to find the same doe eyed boy with the bunny like appearance who had helped the bellhop bring up all your luggage to your hotel room. As you looked at him with now time and more close up, he was a beautiful boy. His rather big, yet subtle scar on his cheek didn’t seem to give him a mysterious or scary look if anything he looked more endearing. “-I’m sorry for the scene-” You shook your head confused. “the scene my hu-husband made.” Jungkook simply gave you an apathetic look which quickly reminded you that no one cared, nor will anyone ever.

But he smiled at you, brightly as his eyes caught the yellowish lighting of the restaurant as his eyes held a gleam and stars in them.

“It’s quite alright, ma’am.” The boy began to reach for your sloppy husband’s silverware, plate, and flute and you couldn’t help but notice the veins that came into sight on his tanned arms. His fingers were long and ridged with veins as well.

“How old are you?” Junngkook quickly turned to you. You were a very, very breathtaking woman. There was no denying it. Your husband was a blind fool for not noticing it with the way he treated you. If Jungkook had a wife like you who took her time to straighten her black, cascading hair, did her makeup and applied lashes as well as a blinding light that bounced off your cheekbones, not to mention how you were dressed. He could tell you took your time to dress with the beautiful olive nude dress that seemed to be flowy and soft if he were to rub the material in his fingers. You were showing cleavage too, a little bit of a kind view for him.

“I’m 19.” He hoped that you hadn’t noticed the quick swept he just did of your appearance. He quickly went back to clearing your plates although he didn’t ask you for permission. “Oh!” Jungkook nervously looked at you.

“It’s okay.” You grabbed your flute, placing it in his hand. “My, you’re so young.”

He nodded, looking away from you. If his manager was watching, he was sure to scowl Jungkook about not interacting with the guest because it was unprofessional of him. So he kept his head as he finished loading his cart and quickly muttered a “Have a good night.” to you before pushing his cart towards the doors of the kitchen.

A stupid idea. He couldn’t stop his stupid idea though. Jungkook held a ripped corner of a paper in his fist tightly, sweating profusely as he pressed your floor number into the elevator. Given that he hadn’t spoken to you regarding the tantrum you husband had thrown at dinner and rather much had eyed you the whole time instead of extending words of comfort to you, he quickly wrote you a note. It was a stupid plan. Jungkook nervously looked at the illuminated numbers that signaled him getting nearer and nearer to your floor as his stomach turned.

What if your husband was there? The thought made his blood run cold. He hadn’t actually thought this through at all. 

Ding!

“I’m fucked.” He stepped out into the empty hall. It was empty considering it was 11 P.M. which meant that since the restaurant at ground level had closed, everyone had flocked to the casino or been about the lively night city given him the freedom to go and do this since he had no other duties for the night. Jungkook began to walk down the hallway, looking at the numbers on the doors until he saw yours. “I’m fucked.” He slipped the note down from under the small crack underneath the door. Now what? Were you to just randomly stumble across it?

“Mamá, no.” Jungkook heard as you spoke from behind the door, your voice getting louder as you approached. Well, what he could do was tap on the bottom of the door and make a run for it but that would make him very childish and by the look on your voice when he told you his age, you looked at him like as if he were a child and not a man. But what was there to lose?

There was a knock on the bottom of your hotel room which startled you. Why was it from the bottom? As soon as you looked down, there was a note that seemed to have been pushed in from under the door.

“Espéreme mamá.” Your mom stopped her rant about how you should have left Drew the first day he laid a hand on you. You bent over, picked up the small note and examined the writing which was neat but you could tell was hurried.

“I know that guests shouldn’t mix with the help but I just wanted to let you know that you a wonderful, beautiful, strong, and not to mention very classy woman for not stooping down to his level. Instead, you were level headed and stayed in control. I;m sorry your husband views for you are so low. I hope you know that I don’t think such things about you. If you ever need an ear or a shoulder, I’m here :) -Jungkook” It was a lot of writing considering the small piece of paper. Would this mean he was still outside?

“Mammi, la puedo llamar mañana?” But you had hung up absent minded before your mother could say anything to you. There was no thinking process in you as you opened the door.

Jungkook indeed was standing there but he seemed terrified beyond his wits as soon as he saw that it was too late for him to run away because you had caught him.

“I-” He paused. What a stupid idea. He began to bite his lower lip. You were going to get him fired, he knew it. But as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, you grasped onto the front of the collar of his white t-shirt and pulled him.

“We can’t be seen in the hallways-” You closed the door behind him fast and quickly locked it. “sorry.” He felt dumbfounded when you gave him a beautiful white smile. 

“Um- is your h-h-usband h-here?” If you had looked at him before, down at the restaurant as a child as soon as he had told you his age was 19, you were giving him a look as if you were his mom. 

“No.” Jungkook felt compelled to look at you properly instead of shyly looking down at the floor, seeing your carefully cared for feet and the matte black nails along with the fact that you were still wearing heels despite leaving the restaurant 3 hours prior. He looked up slowly, taking in that you were still wearing the silky, thin material dress that reminded him of a runaway. His finger itched to feel the material, to rub it between his pointer finger and thumb. “Thank you for the note.” He quickly looked up.

You gave no impression of noticing how the boy in front of you kept looking at you up and down. 

“You’re welcome.” There was an awkward impregnated silence between the two of you. 

“Sorry, how rude of me. Come sit, anything to drink?” It was then that he noticed that your hotel room was actually one of the nice ones. You had turned to the kitchen and all Jungkook could see was the way the heels helped you add a little more sway to your hips and the hugging dress didn’t help him much as he admired the curves and how your ass was plump as your lips. 

Jungkook quickly shook his head, looking back down as he sat on the couch that was near the entrance of the hotel suite. This was wrong. You were much older than him. Not only that, his mom kept nagging him about finding himself a nice Korean girl. Dating outside of his race wasn't exactly celebrated as it was with most cultures, he was sure. But it was bad enough that he found beauty in the complete opposite of the beauty standard of his country. He found your dark skin enticing, your thick lips something he kissed he could taste, and your curve, fuller body a temple. No one ever spoke about the beauty the world had to offer, just to keep to your own. He didn’t want to fetishize you at all but he couldn’t help but wonder what if he had brought you home to his traditional Korean family. Jungkook was sure he wouldn’t have cared for the judgment but it was as soon that you returned with a can of Coke, handing it to him with your left hand that he saw the large diamond ring adorning your ring finger, a concrete reminder to him that you were married.

“Thank you.” You sat next to him, watching him contently as he opened the drink with a bit of a shaking in his hands and soon took a quick sip.

“Tell me about yourself, Kookie. May I call you that?” He gave you a tight nod.

“Y-yes. Um... I work here for the hotel’s restaurant as a bus boy.”

“You’re not from here, are you?” He shook his head.

“No, ma'am.” You laughed as you placed a manicured hand on his arm.

“Dear, call me (Y/N). Ma’am reminds me of how much older I am to you, 3 years more of an age gap and I could have been your mom!” You gave him a tight squeeze as you laughed. Jungkook longed for your touch to be more.

“Really? But you look young.” You covered your smile with the hand that was on his arm, making him miss the contact.

“I’m 28.”  He quickly did the math.

“So if I were 22,” He paused as he watched you give him a warm look. “and you were still 28... You would have been 12 when you would have me?” He felt a bit disgusted to think of you at all as his mom.

“Mhm, quite a bit of my cousins stared at that age. It’s a bit different from here, no?” You waited for his response, expecting him to say something rude.

“Everywhere is different, I’m sure. In my country, we wait until we are well established in our careers to even consider dating.” He let out a deep chuckle. 

“Where are you from, Kookie?”

“South Korea.”

“What brought you here?” 

“I thought I could become a well-established singer or at least a dancer if I came here.” You placed your hand on his shoulder, giving him a small shake of encouragement. 

“Are you taking classes?” He nodded before turning to you. God, your eyes were dark and rich. The whole atmosphere had changed. If Jungkook wasn’t a good, decent kid, he would have come only to fuck you from the beginning. But he wasn’t some douche. You noticed that from the start. The boy was as sweet as he was shy. 

Jungkook was taken aback by your sudden gesture which was how you caressed his face with your very married hand.

“You’re very beautiful.” He couldn’t help but breathe out a compliment. Your eyes grew soft.

“It’s been so long since anyone has said that to me.” You whispered.

Jungkook brought his hand over your thin, elegant hand that was on his cheek and brought it to his lips, kissing your fingertips one by one. You felt a sudden wave of arousal and heat wash over your stomach and lower regions.

“You should be told every day.” The painful memory of how your husband treated was suddenly brought to mind, reminding yourself that even Jungkook was there to witness it. He probably thought you were a fool to put up with Drew but you remembered his notes and how he called classy for not adding to the scene. Not useless, not weak, not what Drew thought you as or how your mom would describe you every time you let your husband just ride out his tantrums instead of fighting back with him.

“Then tell me.” You immediately pulled his face towards you, meeting his rather thin lips, overpowering him with your thick, plump ones. Jungkook moaned into the kiss, feeling just how soft and sweet your lips were and how they seemed to kiss his whole mouth. His hands found their way to the hem of your dress, feeling the rich silk velour fabric between his fingertips as his skin grazed your knees. 

You turned a bit, kissing the outer corner of his lips as your own hands began to tug at his shirt. 

“Hold on.” He painfully removed his hands from you and proceeded to take off his shirt, seeing your dilated pupils and swollen lips as well as a blush that covered the apples of your contoured cheeks. “Come.” You quickly sat on his lap, kissing his chin and trailing your hot lips down his neck. 

Jungkook’s eyes closed as they began to roll back at the intense pleasure he was feeling and how you began to suck sweetly on his neck, sending the shocks into his cock that began to stir. 

“You are so pretty, Kookie when you breathe so hard with your eyes closed for me.” The whispered words added to the fueled arousal he felt. You went back to sucking the thin skin of his neck, sure you were leaving marks on him. 

“C-Can I touch you?” You paused for a bit, startled that he was asking you for permission. No one ever did. You didn’t think anyone had to ask for permission because people had always just done their way with you, regardless if you were okay with it or not. That’s how you were conditioned from a young age by the opposite gender. Drew had told you many times he didn’t have to care for anything like that because you were his wife. There was no need to.

But here you had a young man, breathing hard, whimpering from under you with intense pleasure surely blinding him but yet, he asked for your permission. He was putting you first. You blinked back tears.

“Yes, Kookie.” The boy quickly pushed the hem of your dress up, having you sit up with your arms around his neck for support as you sat on his thigh again but this time. with bare thighs and the thin lace of panties being the barrier between his muscular skin and your soaking core.

He pressed a chaste kiss into your jaw, hugged you by the waist as he tried to even his breath despite his angry erection that was hurting him as it was caught in his tight jeans. 

“You deserve to be treated like the Goddess that you are,” His husky, low voice caused the tears that you were holding back to come out without your notice.

You kissed his head, wishing more than anything in the world that you weren’t married, that you had met Jungkook before as a single woman. You wished you were younger, more appealing to him, you wanted more than nothing to love this boy forever. To protect him with your whole life.

Jungkook felt the same way as he felt the love in your kiss. Had he been older, wiser, better, this could have been possible. 

Maybe it still was. 

“Touch me, please.” He didn’t need to be told twice. 

Jungkook had never realized just how sexual taking clothes off was before. 

His rough large hands carefully slipped the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders, watching as the nude silk dress came down, revealing your nudity. 

He found your skin tone the best nude.

You moved up a bit, arms still around his neck as he moved the dress carefully from under you until it pooled near his feet, showing that you were free.

If only you really were. 

You let him take off your bra, pressing yourself into him as he undid it with one hand, two fingers under and it came off fast. 

“You must really be good with your fingers.” You realized how dirty that sounded, immediately feeling embarrassed but Jungkook’s dark eyes shone with lust and love as his other hand was pressed into the middle of your back as if you were a doll.

“Let’s find out.” Before you could think anything, the hand that had undone your bra was plunged into your panties, rubbing your clit between his fingers.

“Oh carajo!” You cursed in Spanish as you felt the tension in your body become stronger. Jungkook rubbed your button with the pad of his middle finger as he began to kiss your chest. You felt him move his finger now to your leaking hole, spreading the warm liquid around your lips teasingly. 

“You’re so wet, mommy.” You could have sworn you felt tears forming behind your eyes from the painful pleasure he was bringing you along with what he had just called you. 

“Mammi, call me m-” He dipped his finger into you, causing you to contract your walls around his thick finger with need. “-mammi.” Jungkook let out a deep chuckle as he began to finger fuck you, curling his finger into you, reaching up into your g-spot as his large palm was pressed roughly against your clit. 

“Look at you,” He whispered into your ear, his hand pushing your chest into him as his hand pressed into the back as his other hand was brutally pumping now two fingers into you, hitting your g-spot while you rubbed yourself against his palm, relinquishing at the feeling of how he felt on your clit and instead of you. “Fucking yourself with my hand, God imagine how you must look on my dick, mammi?” Tears began to roll down your face, choking on wet sobs.

It was then that you felt your climax reaching you, Jungkook pulled his fingers out of you.

A mewled whimper escaped you. 

“Please.” Just then, you started to rock yourself against his thigh, feeling his hard muscles from underneath you. 

“씨발,” Jungkook leaned back cockily as he watched you fuck yourself against his thigh while he slipped his two heavily coated fingers into his mouth, sucking the sweet nectar of your being. “Let me make it easier for you, little one.” You felt a pang in your heart as he referred to you so sweetly. He sat up, lifting you by your hips and gently sat you beside himself. It was then that you noticed just how strong this kid was. He had been moving you around like a doll, with no weight this whole time. You watched as he unbuttoned his jeans, his biceps were very prominent. He didn’t look muscular to you before but having him here shirtless made you realize that he was indeed very defined. 

Jungkook moved up as he began to pull down his jeans to his knees before kicking them off. That was when you noticed something surprisingly big in his briefs. 

“Thanks.” You whispered causing the boy to turn to you with a cute bunny, reminding you of a sweet bunny. Involuntarily, you brought a hand to his cheek, giving him a sweet rub of your thumb as you felt the soft skin of his face and how it felt when he smiled. You wanted to stay like this, to always remember how his skin felt. 

“Alright, come now.” He picked you up against and placed you on his lap, making you feel like it was you that was the young child here playing with fire instead of it being him. Jungkook contracted the muscles of his thighs, causing you to moan loudly all over again. You felt your eyes roll back as his sultry voice began to speak in Korean like he did the first time when you started to ride his thigh. The hard ridges of his thighs felt amazing against your clit but you were clenching around nothing, wishing he was there with you. 

“Please baby, touch me.” Your whimpering voice and the way you were begging him with a slight pout of your lips made him reach for your panties as he saw how your blown out pupils were begging him to help you. 

“You’re worth everything.” He pressed a kiss your temple as the sound of ripping fabric tore through the room.

“Kookie!” You looked down to see that he had ripped your laced panties with a smirk.

“Do you really want this?” The sexy, experienced man disappeared, being replaced by the timid young boy who had slipped you the very heartwarming note. You brushed his bangs away from his face and leaned in, kissing his nose.

“I do.” 

Jungkook pulled down the band of his briefs, wincing as the air hit his over sensitive head from being horny for a while but he wanted to give you as much attention as you needed. 

“Mammi,” You felt yourself become wetter as you heard how he said mammi with his accent and in Spanish. “Please,” He began to whimper as he held his cock from the shaft. “Fuck me.”

You moved up, supporting yourself by having your knees on the outside of either side of his slumped down hips as he lazily sat there on the couch, and grabbed his dick in your hands which caused him to whine loudly. He moved a bit, causing his hips to move up, making his head hit against the inside of your thigh.

“Patience, baby boy.” You aligned him to your entrance and began to slowly sink down onto his hard dick. Jungkook moaned loudly at the feeling of you, forgetting anything about protection since he had planned to return to his apartment instead of actually sticking around to see what was the outcome of his notes. “You make such pretty sounds, baby.” He nodded fast as his breathing increased as well as his heart rate, causing his blood to pulse with an urgency which made him twitch inside of you.

“P- move, mammi.” He whimpered shyly as you started to slowly move your hips. Jungkook looked beyond attractive with his head kick back, resting on the couch as his hands were gripping your hips, helping you bounce on his dick and the way his mouth opened with the most erotic sounds you had ever heard. 

“You’re so thick, you fill me so nicely my bunny.” Jungkook felt like he was going to burst at any moment. “Want mommy to choke you?” Your accented sultry voice whispered darkly into his ear before nibbling on his earlobe as he felt just how warm and wet you were all around him. 

“Please,” He whined like a child.

“So eager to please,” You placed a thin, delicate hand around his veiny neck and squeezed his throat slightly to test his reaction, just where his common carotid artery was. You watched as Jungkook’s eyes began to get heavy with lust as you stopped his oxygenated blood flow from getting to his brain and carefully squeezed his dick at the same time with your walls. “Baby.” You let go of your pressure, watching his breathing increase far more than before. 

“God, woman.” He felt this wonderful rush of euphoria as his blood rushed to his head and how you were clenching around him, causing him to moan your name louder than ever. “Please fuck me, I want to cum with you on top.” He pressed his face into your neck, whining as you started to ride him harder than before. Your hand was around his neck as the sound of your ass hit his hard thighs, surely leaving you with bruises on your ass. 

“Kookie,” You cooed at your lover as he continued to mewl. “My bunny, keep making pretty noises.” He caught one of your nipples in his mouth, biting it firmly causing you to roll your hips and arch your back with his hand now on your back, pushing your chest into his face as you rose him passionately. 

His other hand slipped down between your thighs, rubbing your clit with his fingers mercilessly as he started to suck on the soft numbs of your breasts, breathing your skin in.

You felt the familiar tension rise between your hips as Jungkook started to meet your hips with his own, fucking you with a rage. 

“I’m c-close.” He moaned into a breast. 

“Baby boy, cum with me.” You struggled to choke the words out as tears rolled down your face by the second. Jungkook growled, smacking your clit hard with his fingers leaving you to finally break from on top of him and screaming his name. He himself found his release when he heard your scream and saw you weeping, releasing his warm seed deep inside you, all over your walls as his cock twitch inside of you. 

He rode his high out with you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist with his head in your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. 

“I love you.” You kept your eyes closed at his confession. In response, you simply ran your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp tenderly as you closed your mouth, breathing through your nose and out your mouth slightly to not give away how hat made you uneasy. 

“We have to wash you, baby.” He nodded into your shoulder, kissing it sweetly as he grew soft inside of you. You stood up, letting him slip out.��“Come, baby.” You teasingly said to which he faintly gave you a big smile.

How was it that he had arrived at his apartment?

Jungkook looked around the badly shaped complex with glazed over eyes. He saw his apartment number, walking towards the stairs.

He had told you he loved you. But you didn’t answer him. You simply walked him to the huge bath in your hotel room with jet streams, helping him in given that his embarrassing legs were still shaky from the out-of-life experience of sex he had with you. But you didn’t get in.

 Jungkook bit his lip as he reached into his sweater for the key of his apartment. 

You had bathed him in a warm soak of what seemed like tea leaves and flowers as the water was a translucent lilac. Hell, you had even washed his hair with your expensive, floral scented shampoo and conditioner and lather his body with a clay like soap bar that smelled of passion fruit. But you didn’t get in.

He locked the door behind himself as he walked towards his room, ignoring his messy living room and a mess of a kitchen, wishing he had morphine to numb everything.

It hurt.

It fucking hurt.

“Hey, Jungkook.” Jungkook snapped out of his zombie like trans as he saw his manager in front of him, calling him over.

His nightly shift didn’t start until 3 P.M. which wasn’t nightly but it was dinner time for some reason until 11 at night. 

“Yes, sir?” He walked over to his manager who held an envelope in his hands.

“A guest handed me this.” Oh shit. “Addressed to you.” His manager raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. But Jungkook kept his eyes on the letter. “We have spoken about this before.” He felt numb. “The help cannot mix with guests.” There went his job. “But given that she did say that it was from your mom and she knew your mother, I’ll let this one slide because the guest happens to have some sort of family ties with you.” Just as his manager was going to give him the card, the man patted it into Jungkook’s shoulder as he began to walk away with Jungkook placing a hand over the letter to prevent it from falling. “Also, cover up the hickeys. It’s unprofessional.” His heart skipped a beat.

The letter had his name neatly written on it in cursive. 

He couldn’t open it here, it was far too risky if anyone saw what the letter could have said. He knew deep down it was your written apology for the previous night, probably calling it a mistake and that you hoped he understood. Jungkook felt his eyes well up as he walked towards the nearest men’s bathroom and locked himself in a stall, leaning into the wall to read it.

“Dearest Jungkook, thank you so much for last night and being my support as well as comforting me with your words in the note you slid under my door last night.It was very sweet of you to do such a selfless thing. I just wanted to say to you, I have thought it through. I’m going to divorce Drew and leave him. He has treated me like shit for 13 years of our marriage. He has always just seen me as an exotic object, a great fetish in his possession, his best trophy really that must ‘behave’. But last night, you treated me as a person. I was a human being, to you, I was a woman who was important. I felt it in your touch and with the way, you looked at me. I feel like a teenager again, but I want to run away with you. He took me from my home at the age of 15 when I was naive and stupid. You are the complete opposite of me so I hope that you, in the end, do what’s best for you. Divorcing him will make him give me half of everything as he is extremely rich so you wouldn’t have to ever worry about your dreams again, baby. You made me realize that I was worthy and you became my anchor last night. Thank you, come to my hotel room as soon as you get this. Yours, (Y/N)” 

He couldn’t believe it. You were going to leave your husband. You were going to be with him. Jungkook didn’t think it was possible, much less that such a blessed thing would ever happen to him. He had to get to you. 

Everything was a faded blur to him as he stumbled his way off the elevator and into your floor. The pain he felt last night was gone. All he felt was as if he had flowers growing between his ribs. 

He reached into his pocket for his little notebook and pen he had to carry for work and quickly scribbled with a shaking hand, “I’m here.” He slipped it under the door and left a knock on the lower section of the door, hoping you would notice like last night. 

Jungkook had been waiting for 5 full eternal minutes. He quickly wrote another note saying, “I’m going to be at the door, waiting.” He flipped it over adding, “I’ll be on the floor.” He had told you during the bath how the staff called the employee lounge “The Door” like it was some terror room. You had laughed at him and called him cute. Jungkook decided to make his way to the lounge, turning from away your door.

“Jungkook?” The same bellhop that had pushed your luggage yesterday morning approached him.

“Hey man.” He gave his co-worker a puzzled smile. 

“Did you come to get her stuff?” 

“Whose stuff?” 

“Miss Ford?” His co-work pointed at your door. “She checked out a while ago actually.” This wasn’t true. “Her husband had booked the whole week but had to cancel due to her wanting to go home but he seemed confused as to why she wanted to leave at all.” 

Jungkook felt a sudden heavy pressure surround his skull as he began to hear dull, loud ringing in his ears as he felt his body on fire. 

You had left him.

You lied.

It had been 3 months since the incident. Jungkook didn’t know what to think. He was motionless, just a robot bus boy as the staff whispered whenever he passes by. He had let his guard down and hard. What did he expect? That you would actually leave your husband who you had been married to for a while, had money, gave you what you deserved at the end of the day even if he did treat you like shit, and wasn’t younger than you? Had you stayed with Jungkook, what could he have offered you? His shitty run-down apartment and his measly salary? Who was he kidding? That would have been no life for you especially with a 19-year-old.

So all he did, was stare at the wall until he had to go to work and come back dragging himself home just to sleep. And when he had classes, he put his anger into it, making him top of his classes. He was naive.

Jungkook got home after a rather long shift since his manager decided to give him more hours and found that he had stepped on a letter that was on the floor of his living room, near the door as if someone had slid it under. It didn’t have who it was from or who it was directed to. He sat on his couch, deciding to just open the damn thing.

“Dearest Jungkook,” He couldn’t believe it. Your beautiful cursive words seemed to have been kissing his name. He brought the letter to his nose, breathing it in. It smelled just like you. “I just wanted to tell you that I did mean to divorce Drew. The reason why I had to leave without giving you a proper explanation was because he saw the bruises from our night. He became enraged and threaten to kill me along with himself if I ever dared to leave. He also said he would report you since he found the note between the cushions of the couch and you had signed your name.” Jungkook felt a tear roll down his cheek but quickly wiped it away as he gripped the letter. “I should have left with you that night. I didn’t care that you were young or made less money. You cared for me. You were home. But now I realize how selfish I was being by thinking that I could have just stayed with you because I would have been a very heavy burden to you.” No, you would have never been. “You have a whole life ahead of you, baby.” He felt a deep pain his chest as if a hole was forming in his heart. “I’m far too old. One day, you’ll meet a young pretty girl who knows her value so she will never make you doubt yours.” The pain grew black. “It will be beautiful to fall in love with someone who is for you, Kookie.” A sob tore through his being and the silence of his living room. “I’m sorry you had to meet me and I’m sorry for not being responsible enough to stop us. Yours always, (Y/N)” 

He stared at the letter for a long time. He couldn’t think. He realized that he had been looking at your writing a lot longer because his vision began to blur. Why? Jungkook brought a hand to rub his eyes only to find that he was crying. 

He had broken his own heart by letting your beauty seduce him. 

“What now?” He spoke out loud. 

Ford. Your last name was Ford. He knew your husband’s name and that he was a rich company owner.

This was an absurd idea, the silliest he had in a while.