#i'll bring him back from the dead just to beat his ass

[illusioninfnty]

"I'll Gut You Like A Fish!"

જ⁀➴ Ghostface : Day 19

feat. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto ᯓ★ What's wrong with your boyfriends killing a random sleazebag here and there? You just like to indulge in the celebration that comes after.

warnings! : NSFW 18+, college au, exhibitionism, breast play, fingering, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, male masturbation, oral sex (m and f receiving), creampie, cum eating, blood play, knife play, murder (not of reader), fucking over a dead body, everyone getting bricked up over murder

ᯓ★ kinktober m.list || read on ao3

The familiar hands of your boyfriend find themselves around your waist, swaying to the beat of whatever techno song plays as drunk college students stumble along to the bass vibrating across the walls.

“Got a present for you upstairs.”

Gojo’s lips ghost the shell of your ear, nipping at it teasingly as you throw your head back into the crook of his neck. 

“Oh?” He presses his front up against your backside. You can feel the way his cock strains in his pants as he subtly grinds up against you.

Gojo trails kisses down your neck and you shiver. “Come on, babe. Suguru’s getting a little impatient. You know how he is.” His hands move down to grab at your ass, motioning you along in the frat house, up the stairs to one of the rooms at the end of the hall.

The metallic, iron-like smell of blood fills the air as you open the door, making you halt in place. In front of you stands your other boyfriend Geto, dressed in an all-too-familiar black robe and holding a bloody knife.

His head lifts up as he hears you two come in. He sets the knife onto a desk and stalks across the room, grabbing you from Gojo’s hold and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. You moan into Geto’s lips, digging your fingers into his long black tresses. 

“What’s this from?” you ask hesitantly when you pull apart from him.

Before either one of your boyfriends can answer you, a broken moan sounds from the other side of the room, as though below the bed.

Geto takes your hand, guiding you to the source of the noise.

You gasp and take a step back, falling into his chest as you’re greeted with the sight of a bloodied man, writhing across the floor. Through his light colored shirt you can see multiple stab wounds, courtesy of Geto. The man coughs, and blood spurts out of his mouth, covering his neck and chest.

Gojo then pipes up, throwing an arm around Geto’s shoulder and jerking his head to the man. “Recognize him?”

You can’t seem to place who this is at first. But then when you look past all of the blood, you’re able to place why he seems so familiar. Just an hour or two ago, when you first arrived with Gojo and Geto at this party, this guy was in the kitchen with all the alcohol. When you went to get some for yourself, he groped your ass, something you complained about to your boyfriends later on.

The guy coughs again, and it sounds like a gargle. He clutches his side, a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding coming out of multiple wounds.

“Help me,” he moans, blood dribbling from the sides of his lips.

It’s a gross sight, really, and you sneer at the sight of him. No way in hell were you helping someone like him. Especially if it would be your boyfriends that you would hypothetically be up against.

You narrow your eyes, turning and walking away from him. “Maybe you should keep your hands off of women and you wouldn’t end up like this, asshole.”

“Ooh,” Gojo hisses from behind you. “Sorry, bud. Better luck next time.”

“You,” —the guy spits out more blood— “bitch.”

“Now, now, enough of that.” Geto grabs him by the curls on his head, dragging him forward so that he’s positioned in the center of the room, closer to where you stand near the bottom of the bed.

Gojo strides on over nonchalantly, standing right behind you. He starts to caress your sides, his hands moving sensually up and down your body. If it was possible, Gojo seems even harder now. His cock throbs in his pants as it presses against your backside. “Watch,” he whispers to you.

Geto stands in front of you, still holding the man up by his hair. He’s on his knees, and the blood from his mouth and his wounds are slowly starting to stain his clothes and his body a pinkish color.

The man winces as Geto’s grip on him tightens. “You’re here because we need to teach you a lesson.”

You gasp as Gojo’s hands move under your shirt, pulling it and your bra up in one fell swoop. He starts to pinch and pull at your nipples, which stand hard with your aroused state.

Geto hums in satisfaction at the sight, his eyes hooded with pleasure.

“Did you really think we would let you touch her like this?” Gojo chimes in. He relishes in how your body wriggles against him, craving his touch. One of his hands moves lower, and lower, and lower, and then disappears into your pants.

You moan as Gojo starts to play with your pussy, fingering at your slit. “Can’t believe how wet you are,” he croons in your ear, “getting worked up over something like this.” He tuts at you, playing with your folds as you let your body fall into him.

“Like—” you’re interrupted by your own involuntary moan as Gojo sticks two fingers inside of you with no warning. “Like you’re one to talk.”

His cock jumps as he laughs. He curls his fingers, and then begins to pump them in and out of your pussy.

“You see that?” Geto says. He’s talking to the bloody guy. “Only we get to touch her like that.” He leans down, staring at him eye to eye. “This is why you’re here. Because you touched something that’s ours. And for that” —he reaches behind him, brandishing the bloody knife— “you’ll have to pay.”

Seeing your typically calm and collected boyfriend take control like that was doing things to you. You feel your body heat up, and your core clenches around Gojo’s fingers, your imagination running wild with the change in your boyfriend’s behavior, thinking about all the things he could do to you.

Your moans are uncontrollable now as you whine and buck against Gojo, craving more.

“Shit, Suguru. Look at him, he’s hard!” Your boyfriend jeers at the man on the ground, but you don’t care enough to take your attention off the pleasure. “Aw man, what a fucking loser. Gotta get hard over our girl ‘cause he can’t find one on his own.”

Geto lets out a sound of disgust, sending a kick to the guy’s kidney. “Filthy fucking monkey.”

You can feel your peak approaching, and as you tighten around Gojo’s fingers he’s able to sense it, too. “Fuck, Suguru, I think she’s about to cum.”

“Not yet.” Suguru reaches out behind him, grabbing one last thing—a Ghostface mask. He fastens it onto his head before turning back to his soon-to-be victim.

“Fuck with our girl, pay the price.”

With that, Geto holds the man’s head up and slowly digs his knife across his throat. Blood pours out in waves, splashing against his body and the floor beneath him. Geto drops him without a care, and the man’s body falls face-first onto the floor as his blood surrounds him in a giant pool.

You gasp, and the shock of the scene in front of you paired with Gojo’s fingers wildly fucking into you has you cumming before you can even notice. Your eyes squeeze shut and your legs shake as your orgasm hits, your body going weak as Gojo holds you up.

When you open your eyes, Geto stands in front of you, still donning his bloody mask and knife.

You pant heavily, staring up at your boyfriend who slowly tilts his head while staring down at you.

“So you’re really Ghostface?” you ask, feeling dumb as soon as the question is out. You just watched him kill a man right in front of you. He rustles around his cloak, pulling out a small device. He clicks the button on the side of the device, bringing it up to his mask. “Not just me.” The device is a voice changer, you realize, and the voice that comes out is different from his own—much more gravelly, much more like that of a killer. You know exactly what he’s implying. You crane your neck to look at the man nuzzling into your hair.

“You too, Satoru?”

He places a kiss on the side of your head. “You know it, baby.”

A moment of silence passes before you speak up again.

“Is that why we also have the best sex coincidentally after the news hits of the killings around town?” 

Your question is answered not by words, but by the cheeky grin on Gojo’s face.

“Clearly you enjoy it just as much as we do.” Geto continues, he runs his hands over your breasts, tracing the curves of your body until he reaches your wet folds, fingering at them. You gasp, still sensitive from your release.

“You’re not the only one who got worked up all over it.” He moves his robes around, and you see that Geto is sporting a boner.

“Fuck, that’s hot, babe,” Gojo whines from behind you. You silently agree.

Geto smirks. “It’ll be hotter once it’s inside of her.” His hands grip around your hips, pulling your pelvis closer to his. He deftly strips his lower half, his cock springing free from its confines in front of you. He goes to lift his mask up, but you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

“K-keep it on, please.” You can feel your face heat up, from embarrassment or arousal though, you aren’t entirely sure.

You can just imagine the smirk that Geto has on his face beneath it. “Dirty girl.” He agrees to the request, and the mask stays secured to his face.

Gojo breathes heavily from behind you, no doubt entranced by Geto just like you are.

“So greedy,” Geto hums. He gives his cock a few tugs and then lines it up with your pussy. You both hiss at the stretch of him inside of you, your insides pulsating with the new sensation.

“Oh, God,” you moan, clutching onto Geto’s shoulders like your life depended on it.

“There’s no God here,” he whispers into your ear, his hips pumping into you at a rapid pace, “only us.”

Gojo drops to his knees, his eyes focused on where you and Geto are connected. “Fuck,” he murmurs, “look at you too. He leans up, his tongue licking a long strip from Geto’s balls all the way to you opening. He slurps at your wetness as it sloshes out of you with Geto’s thrusts.

“Oh, yes, more!” you cry out. Gojo’s tongue feels like perfection as he expertly moves it around to hit your most sensitive spots. You can tell that Geto is also affected by the way his hips stutter, his rhythmic thrusts becoming more jerky.

“Such a whore for us.” Geto’s hands come up to grip your face, and you finally notice how the two of you are now covered in the blood of the man he just killed. The realization causes you to gasp and your walls flutter around Geto.

“Oh?” He looks at the way your pupils dilated on seeing the blood across both you and himself. “You like being covered in blood? So naughty,” he teases.

From his position on the ground, Gojo is able to reach the man’s corpse, and he sticks his hand in the puddle of blood that has yet to dry. He brings his blood-covered hands back up to your body, rubbing them all over your stomach and chest.

You moan as Gojo covers your body in blood, smearing it all over you. Your boyfriend reveals a toothy grin. “I like this look on her.”

Geto hums in agreement, dragging a hand down your body. “Get back over here,” he says to Gojo. He obeys, alternating between putting his mouth on your pussy and Geto’s cock.

“’M gonna cum again,” you stutter out, nails digging into the black robe.

Geto laughs. “Are you?” Suddenly, he pulls out his bloody knife, positioning it up to your neck. Your pussy grips him even tighter, your arousal so close to reaching its peak. “Such a bad girl. Squirming all over my dick with a knife to your throat.”

Gojo chimes in with a laugh. “Getting fucked by a killer’s cock while his victim is right next to you. Fuck, she’s clenching so hard around you, Suguru.”

You don’t even have time to protest or talk back before you cum, releasing your juices all over Geto’s cock, remnants falling onto Gojo’s face.

Geto’s release isn’t far behind your own.

“Fucking take it,” he groans, and his dick pulsates as he finally cums inside of you. His warm cum feels so good in your pussy, and you whimper when he finally pulls out of you. 

Gojo’s tongue quickly replaces the feeling, however, and he greedily licks up both your arousal and Geto’s cum. You dig your fingers through his white locks as he eats you out like a man starved. Geto stands back, surveying the scene in front of him with pleasure.

When Gojo pulls away from your pussy, you practically collapse on top of him. He brings you down into his lap, bringing his lips up to your ear. His next words send a shock of pleasure down your spine and arousal churning in your core.

“Next time, you can watch me get a kill.”

[ancientnapdragon]

Continuation of This Post! Food Peak SY au yippee!

I'm still a lil like hmmmmm on names for stuff like... The actual Food Peak, SY's Shizun, and a few other things! If you have any suggestions feel free to slap 'em at me!!!

I have SO MANY tiny little scenes I wanna write or yap about for this au... i have this very vivid image of SY and SJ, like, hanging out somewhere in the bamboo forest of QJP. sitting on their asses, foot to foot, like making a 'cage' between their legs as they talk and roll a little wooden container back and forth to each other. then SY, all excited, grabs the container and gets all close to SJ and his eyes are all sparkly cause he's SO excited for SJ to try this new recipe he's been working on! and SJ, stunned by Sudden Teenage Feelings allows SY to feed him some of the shimmery, bright yellow stuff from the container. (It's modern ice cream! strawberry flavored! except it's actually made with some weird monster stuff to get the flavor right....) AH. it will be SO CUTE

ANYWAY. continuation of my ACTUAL timeline/rambling under the cut!

So, where we left off, SJ has a sword to SY's neck and is demanding answers like the paranoid mess he is. SY has no idea what this guy's problem is and is like ??? and tries to explain that he wanted him to have food? And SJ is just like ??? cause that is just bullshit? WHY would you just want to feed someone? For free? SJ knows that SY is just UP to something and he better tell him WHAT. And that blade looks VERY SHARP and also SY is pretty sure that this is the guy with the MURDER rumors. From how SJ is looking at him, he's not sure how he's not already dead tbh. the truth just seems to piss SJ more and more off so eventually SY just LIES and says he was testing his food on SJ. SJ seems really smug about getting the 'truth' out of SY but then demands to know WHAT about the food was tainted. so SY pulls out his ass that he's working on adjusting some of his Peak's recipes and needed someone else to try them. and he guesses that since SJ only took a little that all his stuff must be bad still! SJ kind of looks at him and then is like. 'well. you can keep 'testing' your food on me. but if it hurts me, i'll kill you.' and SY is like FINE FINE JUST TAKE THE SWORD AWAY FROM MY NECK PLEASE!!!

and so starts the most awkward 'friendship'. it's very tense at first but they eventually get a half system figured out. SY will make stuff and meet up with SJ and pass it over. then SJ will eat it and tell SY how shit it is and they both leave. SY even manages to keep up this routine, for the most part, when the old chef comes back. (I have this whole aside that Food Peak people usually aren't poked by each Peak's defense arrays since they tend to move around a lot between the Peaks. But more on that in some other post) It's very stilted and tense at first. SJ always glares at him while he eats. and he always eats every bite even if he talks about how it tastes bad. But SY also starts to notice things about SJ, too. Like how he only looks like he actually bathes maybe once a week, is usually roughed or bruised up, and always looks super tired. When going to meet up in Their Spot one evening, SY sees a group of like three guys who have cornered SJ and SJ looks SO mad. his sword is on the ground and he's being held so the other two can beat him up. SY is like TF and uses some of that Food Peak physical cultivation to punch the hell out of one of the guys and helps SJ run them off. So, SJ is like, Super Bullied. On top of all the rumors (which SY still doesn't realize are maybe... not the full truth), he usually sleeps in the woodshed, gets his shit kicked in by some of the older people on QJP, hardly ever eats aside from what SY brings him because they won't LET him eat or chase him away, ect ect ect. Like, just think of all the bad shit that LBH had happen to him in the OG. The cyclical nature of abuse and all that shit. Except SJ ALSO has to deal with the scorn of people from other Peaks because of all the rumors and the suspicious way he was even accepted into the Sect to start with. (SY learns this all over time but we're speeding up here some. This story wouldn't even until, like, after the events of the the OG story anyway when everyone are really complicated adults so I gotta SQUISH if i ever wanna actually get anywhere) This moment, though, is sorta what spurns a way for them to become ACTUAL friends. On top of the conflict of SJ just being bullied to fuck and back, there is also a lot of conflict between the other Future Peak Lords and SJ/SY's friendship with SJ. If Fate were kind, it could lead to an SJ with a lot less issues as an adult! Sadly for the story, I am a cruel god and will only allow him happiness after he suffers again. That moment with the Ice Cream details before the read more would be, i think, the moment that SJ like really LOOKED at SY and was like 'hm i have Romantic Interest. time to pine about it.' But it's planned to be a 'SJ fell first, SY fell harder' type deal. I imagine they'd be like maybe 17 or 18 around that point? So a few years to grow close! By that point, SJ will tell SY about how QJPL is planning on making SJ the new Head Disciple. but also he was going to change his name to 'Shen Jiu'. SY feels alarmed because of the 'Shen', but there isn't THAT much of a chance that they would be the Disciples to deal with the Ascension anyway and become Peak Lords in their own right. (SY would also be his Peak's HD by this point). Plus, SJ would NEVER be like the straight up evil guy he keeps finding more info about?? So he's super excited for SJ!!! But the only problem is that SJ's cultivation was really stunted and poor so he's not sure that his Shizun will actually give it to him. It goes on for a bit longer with SY fucking around, 'inventing' recipes and stuff, but his main goal is now shifted. He's gunna do everything in his power as a Food Cultivator to power boost SJ and help heal his Spirit Veins so he can be the new HD for QJP! During all this, the System gets a SUPER flash of inspiration (it was still there! Just more in the background!). It's the perfect way to add depth to SQQ as well as keep the plot of PIDW on track. While SY is planning on what he can make for SJ he gets a quest pop up called 'Master of the Fridge'.... >:)

OKAY all i got time for right now! reach out if you got any specific questions! i'd love to chat if you're down! :D

[wintrbears]

All is Fair | JJK (TEASER)

Summary: The Dragons, led by your brother, occupy the East side of the city while the Wolves occupy the West. There is only one rule, and technically, you didn't mean to break it. Stay away from the Wolves.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Namjoon x Seokjin (only by reference)

Genre: Biker Gang AU, Fuck Buddies to Lovers, Romeo and Juliet, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Smut, Fluff (if you close one eye and tilt your phone)

Word Count: 20.4k+ (645 for the teaser)

Warnings: minor character death, major character death (not jk or oc), murder, graphic suicidal ideation, dead bodies, depression, reference to drunk driving, orphans/orphaning, running away from home, stealing, beatings, punching, kicking, screaming, crying, stitches, punctured lungs, major physical injuries, facial scars, hospitals, piercings, tattoos, graduate school, libraries, studying, blood, guns/gunshot, knives, gang violence, motorcycles, gay men(?), rivalries, drinking, pet names (baby, pretty, bug (non-romantic)). SMUT: kissing, fingering, oral sex (both receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (she's on bc), cream pie, coming on skin, cum eating/feeding, choking, spanking, spitting, dick riding, missionary, doggy, big dick!jk bc I always strive for accuracy, masturbation (m), grief sex, semi-public sex, ok that's all folks lmk if I missed any.

Author’s Note: One person asked for a teaser and I love to please so here you are! It's pretty much just smut with a semblance of plot at the end lmao. If this gets enough notes I might post one with more plot, but I'll be posting the full fic within the next couple days regardless. Everything above is in reference to the full fic. Enjoy :)

Sitting back on your heels, you place your hands in the space between your knees and bat your eyelashes at him. You know he likes it when you look all innocent despite the nasty things you do together. If things were different, if you were able to be with him in the confines of a bedroom and savor your time together, you’d put on a pretty white set with bows all over just to drive him crazy. 

Jungkook clocks your behavior with a tilt of his head, his tongue pushing against his cheek before he yanks you back and flips you over so your ass is facing him. His hand slowly traverses your back before stopping between your shoulder blades to push your face into the leather. You arch your back for him and wiggle your ass to really get him going. You can’t see him anymore but you hear the fond, deep chuckle. He pulls down your tights and panties in one go before flipping your skirt up so he can see you properly. 

He grabs your ass in his big hands and pulls your cheeks apart to spit on your hole. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of it dripping down your folds. Hips pushing back against his hands, Jungkook just laughs at your neediness before slapping your ass.

“Oh fuck,” you curse. 

He tsks at you disapprovingly. 

“You that cock drunk, pretty? I haven’t even touched you yet,” he says. 

“I know,” you say through gritted teeth.

He bends down to lay across your back and bites on your earlobe before soothing it with his tongue. 

“C’mon, baby. You know I always take care of you.”

He doesn’t allow you to reply before he’s thrusting his cock in and nudging his head against your cervix. Your hands clutch desperately at his seats, fingernails making indentations in the leather, as he rears back before doing it all over again. This man makes you fucking delirious and you wonder if you’ll ever get enough. Lord knows no other man will ever successfully replicate the pleasure he provides you.

Jungkook’s pace is relentless and steadfast and it isn’t long before the friction of his cock sinking in and out of your walls brings you to a climax. He’s an overachiever, though, and he doesn’t let up even as he feels your pussy pulsating around him as you come. He soldiers on, tilting your hips to make you arch even further and send his cock deeper inside you. You feel him in your stomach and it has you drooling where your face is crushed against the seat. 

You pathetically moan out a sound that closely resembles his name as he abuses your hole.

Your next orgasm hits you much faster, riding the wave of your first to bring stars to your eyes yet again. Your cunt squeezes Jungkook impossibly tight when you come and it causes him to shoot his load inside you and stuff you full of him. This man’s cock is too good to ever be obstructed by a plastic barrier. You’re on birth control and neither of you sleep with anyone but each other, so raw it is. 

When you exit the car to move to the front seat, the stars have appeared in the sky. Jungkook drives you home, or what he believes is your home, and bids you goodnight. Once his car is out of sight, you pivot and walk the familiar route to your actual house. 

It’s normal for you to arrive home this late, even before you met Jungkook. Namjoon never questions where you’ve been or you were with, which you appreciate. He understands you need independence and will contact him if you’re ever in trouble. He doesn’t need to study your every move when he only has one rule for you, anyway: stay away from the Wolves.

[rhadamanthes]

both sides like chanel . Connie springer x reader

warnings: jealousy, past colt grice and reader, dry humping, clit slap (one), tongue fucking, choking, hair pulling, voyeurism, dubious consent, masturbation, cum eating, face sitting, oral sex f! receiving, kind of orgasm denial, handjob, rough sex, unprotected sex.

author's note : small idea I had while writng this fic ☆ can be read as a standalone too, enjoy let me know what you think !

word count : 2,3k

The lamb chop is delicious, perfect cooking, perfect aromat that highlights the meat. You can't wait for Connie to try it. Assembling the plates with mash and vegetables you hum softly to yourself. a song you heard at the bar earlier. 

You hear a ruffling from the front door and smile to yourself : your lover is back home. After a moment his footsteps echo on the tiled floor of the kitchen, other than that complete silence. It is not like him to be quiet after a whole day being apart, so you turn around. His body is stiff and his face is blank. 

"Connie ?"  you call, getting worried by the second. Ushering him to come closer.

"Colt ? On our couch ? " are his first words of the night. 

Right, you forgot about that teeny tiny detail. You huff in relief. If it's only this that got him like that, the situation will be cleared before you guys get to dessert.

" Long story short we ran into him at the bar, he was piss drunk with nowhere to go, so I just brought him here" you giggle, grabbing your boyfriend's hand in an attempt to diffuse the situation. He still has the same look on his face, and you furrow your brows. 

"He is not your responsibility and doesn't he have any friends ? His ex was the only option really ?"

"His mom is picking him up in the morning, I would have told you about this earlier but he made my phone fall in the toilet when we got back."  Sliding your hand from his palm to his shoulder you squeeze it lightly. "Connie come on, You know I'm not doing this to piss you off, He's like an annoying little brother to me "

"That you used to fuck" he deadpan bringing the hand to his mouth, kissing it. "Want me to break his jaw about your phone ? " he asks, smiling against your skin. 

"Please don't, it  took me thirty minute to get him to sleep" you giggle, pressing your hand deeper against his lips. "Let's eat before it gets cold, yes ?"  With a nod Connie places a quick kiss in your neck, hands circling behind you to grab the plates. 

Seated under the coffee table you enjoy the meal with your boyfriend talking about your respective days, the soft snores of Colt replacing the usual background TV. Connie would steal glances his way from time to time, angrily chewing the tender meat you cooked for the both of you. 

Your boyfriend doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He can be sharp when needed, but overall he is a sweetheart. Seeing him reacting this way to the presence of your ex makes you reconsider whether letting Colt crash here was a good idea or not. You've told Connie about your past relationship with the man dead asleep on the couch, he knows that you were not in love, you don't mind reminding him. Once the plates are licked clean you rest your thighs above his peperring his face in kisses. 

"You want your dessert now love ?" You inquire before smooching your mouth on his skin again.

"Yeah I'll take my dessert now" he answers leaning into your touch. Before you can even start to get up, you end up pinned underneath him, belly flat on the carpet. A gasp escapes your lips, heart beating pounding against your ribcage. 

"Connie ?" you call in a meek voice. His large hands are fondling your hips while you feel his crotch rubbing against your ass. "Connie this is not happening" you tone, trying to sound stern but lift your hips slightly, trying to get more friction. 

"It isn't ? But that's your favorite position baby hm ? Don't you like to feel all my weight on you like that ?" he asks, supporting his claim by caging you under his torso. knees on each side of your body as he grinds his hips even closer to your ass. He's so heavy, it feels so good. You inhale through your mouth trying not to moan. 

"Not here, not now Connie please, Colt is right there" you plead caressing his hand in an attempt to make him see reason.  His mouth is on your neck now, licking and biting at your skin.

"I know muñequita, I know, you just have to be real quiet hm ? I know it's hard to keep it down when I'm inside of you, but I trust you, you're a good girl you can do it" he murmurs oh so seductively, and a heartbeat goes straight to your pussy. You want to prove him right, you want to be good for him.

You glance at Colt sleeping form, he's wrapped tight under the blanket you gave him, breathing steadily. You bite your lips, with the way he was drunk he shouldn't wake up even through a hurricane.  Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you turn to Connie, sliding your joggers down the best you can. 

"You have to be quiet too bebe I know how you get carried away" you bite your lips, seeing his eyes sharpen at your approval. Standing on his knees, Connie backs your hips onto his, the impact makes you moan and you hand fly to your mouth to cover it up, too late, your depravity echoes in the room. Your boyfriend mocks you, taping your ass. 

"Already forgot the rules, cariño ?"  his cheeky voice inquired. biting your cheek you grab his shirt hard, yanking him toward you. 

"Fuck you Connie" you murmur before smacking your lips into his. You bite his lower lips just the way he likes while slowly moving your hips against his crotch  in slow motion. His still clothed member is twitching between your cheeks. A stifle groan dies in his throat and you smile. If he wants to break your composure you will too.  Grabbing your throat, Connie pulls away from you. 

"If you insist" he smiles, pulling your panties down to your knees. "Look at you" he croons, patting your already soaked pussy. "Who made this me or him ?" You don't answer, resuming your grinding against his hand this time when a sharp spank comes to your clit. You jolt forward whining under your breath. "It's you Connie" you finally admit pouting when you look his way. 

"Good, let me kiss it better"  true to his words you feel his tongue on your clitoris, moving up and down in slow tortuous motion. Letting it enter your hole Connie swallows your juice in loud slurping noises that echoes between the walls, you pray Colt is having a nice dream far away from this living room. 

Resuming his previous position Connie enters your cunt in one fell swoop. You bite on your lips hard but the faintest grunt still manages to escape you. This ought to be more of a challenge than you thought, gripping the fluffy rug tight in your fist, you prepare yourself to be as quiet as possible. 

Connie is determined to ruin your plan, showing no mercy in the way he thrusts inside of you, fast and hard. He knows your weak spots, he knows exactly how to angle his cock for you to scream, but you're resilient, you're not going to make a sound, Colt is not going to wake up, he'll never know a thing about this. Your eyes and your lips are closed shut, faint mewls escaping you from time to time when he would give a particularly hard thrust.

"Do you love me baby ?" Connie raps into your ear, his chest is only centimeters apart from your back, you feel the heat radiating out of it. You nod, but he doesn't seem to satisfy him. "Don't deprive me from y-your voice only he is not allowed to hear"  

You are torn between guilt and pleasure  but it makes the whole act even more delicious. you swallow hard before opening your mouth "I love you Connie, I do" you murmur admiring his face now that he is closer to you.  

"Say it again" he murmured, approaching his lips slightly. You're about to open your mouth again when he pistons in you so fast that a stream of salacious moans fly out in the open. Your brow furrows as he keeps pounding mercilessly against your spongy spot.

"Connie what the fuuuck" you sound depraved, sentence rhythmed by the tempo of his harsh thrust. 

"Shhh-shhh, we have a guest don't forget" he reminds you in a false sympathetic tone. The way he's grunting like you two are alone tells you everything you need to know.  Connie angles your face so you have Colt in your field of vision. He shifts under the blanket, face scrunching  and relaxing again. You bite your lips. Would it be so bad if he woke up right now ? You kind of want to see how it would react. Your body retorts immediately, pussy clamping down on Connie's dick. 

"Admit it, you want him to see" he starts, pulling your hair so your bust is off the rug. "How he could never make you feel this g-good" All your resolutions crumble he's right, this is what you want. 

"Want him to k-know he can never have me again" you cry out under the snap of his hips. 

"Yeah ? keep moaning like that and I'll make sure he knows it" you nod, letting yourself be vocal about how much you enjoy your predicament. 

Connie's grip on your hair tightens  the tension on your scalp making your eyes roll in the back of your head, in a breathy moan while his lips attack your exposed neck, leaving all sorts of marks in his wake. 

"Y/n ?" you hear from a distance, this is not Connie's voice. You bite your lips, eyes still closed. "Fuck I tought I was hallucinating these noises"  Opening your eyes you see that he has sat up a bit, his shoulders pressed in the armrest, his light hazel eyes are fixatetd on you and a dopey grin is plastered on his face. 

"Are you uuh are you still drunk ?" Connie is pounding forcefully inside of you, straining your miserably short sentence. 

"Yeah a bit" his body moves under the cover and he opens his mouth again "Can I touch myself ?" he asks eyes jumping from you to Connie's form 

"What do you think ?" your boyfriend asks, pulling  your hair ever harder. You nod the best you can, saliva pulling to your mouth. Even in your sickest fantasy you never thought that you would end up in this situation but you're glad you did.

Uncovering his legs Colt grip the tent formed in his boxers with a flat hand he caresses his growing erection through the thin material of his underwear. 

"Take it off" you murmur, eyes fixated on his crotch, he obeyed in the blink of an eye, he always did. 

"You're so pretty y/n" Colt gasps when he starts stroking his length, using spit as a lube.

"I am ?" you ask, the warmth in your lower belly becoming unbearable by the second.

"You are" Connie rasps, biting the shell of your ear, never breaking his eye contact with Colt, his lips melt on yours, you close your eyes in delight but you know, you know that they are still staring at each other. 

Your boyfriend being possessive makes you go crazy, he's always physical with you, holding your hands, your wrist, your waist, playing with your hair. But you would never suspect that he could get so territorial, you don't give him any reasons too but if it ends up sex sessions like that you might start to misbehave more often. 

"I'm about to cum" you pant against your lover's lips. They grunt in unisson, both cursing under their breath. You chant Connie's name over and over again, begging him to bring you over the edge, your vision gets cloudy and you finally get what you asked for, legs giving out under the pressure of your orgasm. 

"Such a good muñequita" you hear the praises as his body grows heavier on top of yours. He's close, you can tell. Glancing at your guest, you remark that he will cum soon too, angrily fisting his cock, lips caught between his teeth.

 Fuck. It is kind of hot seeing him like that one last time. 

Using your tits as an anchor to rut into your cunt, Connie shoots his seeds deep inside of you. As his head nuzzles into the sticky skin of your back.  After a moment Connie leaves a trail of kisses down your spin before pulling out. His semen leaks out of your hole as he places you on all four again,  you whine having no strength left in your body. 

"I'm giving you one last chance to eat her pussy, but you'll have to taste me too" Connie offers, your eyes snap to Colt, his breath is heavy, hand still tightly wrap around his cock but he hasn't cum yet, no trace on his hand on his shirt or the blanket. He's he still an edging enjoyer, or was the show not good enough for him ? 

"I don't mind" he states, rushing to the ground, placing his face underneath your tainted pussy, his tongue scoop Connie's cum out of your hole and he greedily swallows. Straightening your back to properly sit on his face, you let your head rest on Connie's shoulder. 

"Is he doing a good job ?" Connie asks, caressing your hair while Colt switches his attention to your clit. You nod, feeling your eyelids grow heavier, under the haze of pleasure. "Better than me ?" You shake your head left  to right and a small giggle escapes your lips.  "Poor thing" Connie coos as he wraps his palm around Colt's throbbing cock. "We'll reward him for his effort though" Connie states as the said boy whines under his ministrations.

You never thought bringing your ex home would result in a night like this, but you are not disappointed

[slasherslittlesimp]

Living Dead Girl (TWD X F!Reader)

Series Masterlist

Chapter Four

Glenn leads the two of you across the rooftop as him and Rick still talk. You follow Glenn down a ladder, through a building, and out onto another fire escape where he pulls out his radio to call whoever he came with to inform them that he has company along with four geeks in the alley. You watch with slight amusement as two people dressed in some kind of gear wielding bats comes flying out of the building next door, beating down the corpses as the three of you run past.

Unfortunately, the second you all enter the room Rick is shoved aside against some pallets as a blonde woman holds a gun up to his face. "Son of a bitch. I should kill you." Two of the others in Glenn's group tries to get her to back off but she doesn't move at all. "Ease up? Are you kidding? We're dead because of these assholes." You can't help but to feel a bit bad when she starts crying, mumbling repeatedly about them being dead as she finally backs off.

"I don't understand." Rick mumbles as he looks in confusion.

One of the men grab Rick and forces him to start walking, and you follow behind alongside Glenn who leads you with his hand on the small of your back. "Look, we came into the city to scavenge supplies. And you know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral."

"Every geek for miles around heard you popping off rounds." You all stop to look at the front doors of the building, finding dozens of corpses trying to break through. The glass creaks and shatters, cracks beginning to spread throughout the glass.

"What the hell were you doing out there anyway?" The blonde questions Rick.

"Trying to flag the helicopter." Helicopter? You don't recall hearing or seeing one. Maybe you were just lost in thought like usual. Or Rick was hallucinating. Who knows.

As the group talks, Glenn turns towards you. "What about you?" He questions in a quiet whisper. "Why were you out there?"

Looking up, you make eye contact with him before looking away. "I was searching some of the buildings I hadn't been in yet. As I was getting ready to head to the next one, I heard the horse. When Rick was bucked off, I knew that he wouldn't survive without help so I pulled him under the tank and now here we are."

Glenn stares at you for a moment before sighing, placing his hand on your shoulder before he pulls you into an unexpected hug. "That was extremely reckless and stupid, but I'm glad that you're alright. Just don't risk yourself like that again, okay?"

"Uh, sure." You awkwardly pat his back, unsure as to why he's hugging you when you've only met him once before this. By the time you pull away from the hug, you hear one of the others mention something about the roof right before a gunshot is heard. Everyone instantly begins rushing to the stairs with Glenn pulling you along by your hand.

Barging out onto the roof after the others, you're met with the sight of a man standing on the ledge holding a rifle. He laughs as he turns around to look at everyone. "Hey! Ya'll oughta be more polite to a man with a gun! Huh? Only common sense." He jumps down from the ledge, beginning to approach the group.

"Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got!" The two other men of the group asides from Glenn go down to confront him. "And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill."

"Hey! Bad enough I got this taco-bender on my ass all day." He points towards the other male. "Now I'm gonna take orders from you? I don't think so bro. That'll be the day."

"That'll be the day? You got something you want to tell me?"

"Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it. It ain't worth it." The other man tries to get him to calm down before turning his attention to the man with the gun. "Now Merle, just relax, okay? We've got enough trouble."

"You want to know the day?" Merle steps towards T-Dog. "I'll tell you the day, Mr 'Yo'. It's the day I take orders from a n****r."

You're not even surprised when T-Dog swings on him only to get bashed in the face with the butt of the gun. Rick tries to intervene only to take a punch straight to the chin, knocking him over some pipes. The second Merle starts kicking T-Dog you decide to jump in, jumping onto the mans shoulders and wrapping your legs around his neck, forcing him off balance. He falls backwards, slamming the both of you onto your backs yet you continue holding on, tightening your hold on him. As you hold the struggling man, Rick comes over and handcuffs him to a pipe. You only release your hold on him once the cuffs click, rolling away and standing up as Rick sets him up against the pipe, holding him up by the collar of his shirt.

"Who the hell are you man?" Merle questions, his voice a bit rough from you squeezing his neck with your legs.

"Officer Friendly." Rick responds, very much not seeming friendly at all. "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no n*****'s anymore. No dumb-as-shit inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart."

"Screw you, man."

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point." Now, you haven't known Rick very long, but you're very much starting to like him. "Ought to be more polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense." He presses the end of Merle's own gun to his head.

"You wouldn't. Yer a cop."

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that."

As Merle and Rick continue with their 'chat', Glenn grabs your shoulder and turns you around to face him. "You alright? He slammed you pretty hard into the ground back there."

"I'm fine, Glenn. Something like that ain't gonna be enough to take me out."

"Good." Glenn chuckles as he smirks a little. "That was pretty badass. What did you do before all this?"

Looking away from him, you stare out over the edge of the building. "Doesn't matter. Like Rick said, all that matters is who we are now."

And all I am now is a living dead girl, trying to find a reason to keep going.

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[kpopsexstories]

QUICK FIX #47: SKZ Hyunjin Horny Flirting Game

Member: SKZ Hyunjin

Content: Your boyfriend is in a silly and horny mood before dinner with your parents. No sex, but funny and dirty pick-up lines.

Type: VANILLA

Word Count: 819

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more x female reader smut and other groups and members.

Hyunjin approaches you from behind in the kitchen and puts his arms around you. “Hey babe,” he says. “Are you an angel who dropped from the sky?”

“Jin, stop it!” you say and laugh. You pull away from him and he lets you go, but he leans against a wall and smiles longingly at you.

“I'd like to take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring your own snack.”

You roll your eyes and turn away from him, but you can't help but giggle at his silly comments.

You try to walk away from him. He quickly rushes to stop you.

“Hey, where are you going? I'd follow you to North Korea for that smile, and even further for that thing you do with your tongue.”

You suddenly blush and slap the man on the chest. “Babe, not here! My parents are in the other room.”

Hyunjin leans in close and puts two fingers under your chin to raise it. “Wanna wash my truck?” he asks.

“Huh?”

“Your pants look expensive. They're 100% off at my place, where we can be alone.”

“Stop it. I told you this dinner is important to me.”

“I know, but if you're a carpenter I've got some hard wood for you to handle. I hope we can find some time for that later.”

You smile wide but push the man away. “Later, okay?”

“By the way, you remind me of my pinky toe. You're supportive and when your parents are gone I'm gonna bang you on the coffee table.”

“HYUN!”

Your boyfriend laughs loudly and takes a step away from you. “Sorry, I'll stop now.”

“Yes please. You’re not funny.”

“Oh yeah? Then why are you laughing?”

“I'm dead inside. But hey, if I'm a graveyard I'll let you bury yourself inside me.”

Hyunjin wraps his arms around you and gives your ass a squeeze. “Oh, are you finally coming around?” he asks and kisses you on the lips. “That was terrible though. Got a better one?”

“You like porn?”

Hyunjin's eyes suddenly widen and he looks confused.

“Cause if you do, we can watch some in the flat screen mirror in my room when my family has gone to bed.”

“Hah! Good one.”

“And if you're a gentleman, which I know you are, I like my eggs fertilized in the morning.”

Hyunjin looks shocked but totally into you. “Oh my god babe! You're freakin’ horny aren't you?”

He hugs you and tries to kiss you on the mouth but you keep his face at a distance while looking him straight in the eye. “I can't give you my virginity,” you say, “but I can give you the box it came in.”

Now it's Hyunjin’s turn to blush. “Babe, not so loud! Your parents might hear.”

But there's no stopping you now. Hyunjin has already opened the box and you enjoy watching him squirm. “What can I say? I grew up on a chicken farm. I know how to raise a cock.”

A female voice suddenly appears behind you. “What are you talking about honey? We raised you in the city.”

Hyunjin quickly lets you go and you take a hasty step back from him. Your heart skips a beat and you do your best to salvage the situation. “I know mom, we're just playing.”

Your father appears behind his wife. “I would appreciate it if you didn't play in my house.” He gives Hyunjin a stern look, and your boyfriend quickly and respectfully bows.

Your dad isn’t really that strict though. While still looking at Hyunjin, he adds: ”If you break my coffee table your pinky toe is the least of your worries.”

You feel like you do want to die on the inside. Your parents have heard more than you realized and you're suddenly mortified. But the two men in your life are quick to brush it off.

“How's dinner going?” your dad asks to change the subject.

“We're almost done,” Hyunjin says in a sudden cheerful voice. “Ten minutes. I really hope you'll like it.”

“I'm sure we will,” your mother says and smiles. She turns around and leaves the room in silence.

You look at Hyunjin, and to your delight he’s blushing when he stares back at you. Then you both burst out in a fit of giggles.

He gives you one last kiss on the cheek, and before you return to preparing the meal, he whispers in your ear: “I will fertilize your eggs. And once I've planted my clone in you they’ll be stuck with me for life.”

“Is that what you want?” you ask. “To be around my crazy family forever?”

“Yeah,” Hyunjin says. “I love you. I want you to be mine until I die.”

“I hope you don't mind living on a chicken farm.”

“Not for as long as I have you to raise my cock.”

“Oh my god, stop it Hyunjin!”

[paladin--strait]

soulmates part 2

luke hughes x reader

part 1 here! series masterlist here!

tw!!: some language, mentions of sex, verbal arguements, use of y/n, reader can be depicted as any body shape/size. this story moves kinda fast, since I want it to only be a couple of parts long.

warning: this is a complete work of fiction. I am no way saying or implying that these people act the way the do in the story. as always, this is really cringey as I'm still figuring out my writing style! I am open to any sort of constructive criticism! thank you for reading and enjoy!

y/n's pov;

the chatter of the lake house game room was loud, just as expected considering the amount of players and their partners that are packed into the smaller room. I was nestled in the corner with a drink tucked in my hand, watching jamie and trevor play a 'friendly' game of pool.

the boys bicker and laugh while they play, joking around with their friends. but the rumble of my hungry stomach is enough to bring me out of my trance of watching the game. I walk to jack, and ask if I can get something to eat, to which he says yes before I make my way to the kitchen.

the kitchen is packed full of yummy foods that can either be cooked and prepared or can just be enjoyed the way they are. I eventually settle on some chips and dip for my small meal, enough to fill me up but enough to leave space for me to eat dinner later.

I soon hear the sound of footsteps traveling down the hall that leads to the kitchen and it catches my attention, pulling me away from my food to see who it is.

its kaitlyn.

and if looks could kill I would be dead right now.

her arms cross against her chest as she stands with purpose. "I don't appreciate you flirting with my boyfriend." she says, slowly. even though her voice is soft, with the tone and the way she says her statement, I know she means business. "I see the way that you look at him and talk to him. he's not interested in you so I hope you can get that through your fat skull quick enough to know not to mess with me." she states, slowly getting louder and closer to me before she laughs and pokes her finger into my forehead.

I stifle back a laugh before I push her finger off of my forehead. oh how I wish she could see that look on her face right now.

her face is red, boiling with anger and jealousy while she breathes huffs of hot and boozy smelling air in my face. I soon can't find the strength to hold back my laugh any longer, and the cackle that escapes my throat is like no other laugh that I've heard leave confines my mouth.

if its even possible, her face turns a deeper red the more I laugh. I can physically see her body twitching and trembling with fury while I'm attempting to calm my laughing fit.

"oh sweetheart, I'm honored that you think I'm fake enough for jack. it seems to be his type considering all the girls he's been with all look like you. plastic."

I'll apologize to jack for that one later.

"listen here you dumb fuck! I could beat the shit out of your fat ass. don't even test me." she yells, not aware of the growing crowd of people behind her, including all of the hughes brothers. "I've been with more guys than you can even think of! and most of them are celebrities. nobody seems to mind that I supposedly look like plastic because I get more dick than a pornstar does anyways! why do you think I'm here? I've hooked up with soccer players, football players, volleyball players, basketball players, and now I'm about to hook up with a hockey player and I will not let you get in my way!" she yells, the grip she has on her brand new iphone getting harder.

"I don't think y/n be the one getting in your way of getting into jack's pants tonight." quinn yells out and kaitlyn freezes, her eyes going wide as she slowly turns to look behind her, seeing that she has attracted everyone in the house. and they all saw her little outburst of jealousy.

"seems the only one stopping you from that is yourself. it looks like you were to busy only thinking about yourself that you can't even pay attention to your surroundings. I bet that you wouldn't even know it if a snake bit you just then." I say with a chuckle. "I also hope that you know that i don't care anything about fucking with jack. I barely know the guy and he's not even my type. but I hope you can think over your life choices in your ride home, bitch."

I barely have time to think over what I'm doing before I 'accidentally' spill a cup of lemonade all over her phone and expensive clothes, causing her to drop it. "oh no...oops!" I say with a smile. her mouth drops open, while she bends down to pick up the phone to see that the screen is completely cracked, sticky from the lemonade, and it won't even turn on. "I guess you can't call an uber. looks like you''ll have to walk home..." I shrug, refilling my cup and looking her while she screams her lungs out at me before running to the door. "make sure you grab your STDs on the way out!" I yell out at her, smiling.

jack came over and thanked me for saving him from in his words, 'such a crazy bitch' and quinn came over to cheer me on for winning my little fight.

"there's the y/n I know!" quinn says, hugging me tight and shaking me.

I laugh and pat him on the shoulder after he pulls away fro. the hug. "thanks for chiming in, quinnifer. I was getting a little worried since I didn't really know what to say." I say with a lighthearted laugh.

we chat a little more about it then decide to let that be in the past and continue to enjoy the rest of our night at the lake house.

people end up leaving to go to their own hotels or air bnb's for bed and the people staying here slowly navigate to their rooms. eventually leaving me and luke in the game room. "wanna go outside and sit on the dock, luke?" I ask with a sigh. it's been awkward between us since we met and I wish that would go stop.

"sure. we can go out on the boat if you want?" he says, and I agree while he walks over the key and coat rack. "you can wear my devils jacket so you don't have to dig through your suitcase to find yours. I usually get it a size or two larger than usual so it's not tight. I don't like tight jackets." he explains while he hands me the jacket. I look at it in my hands and see the devils emblem with his name and number on the chest area. I smile and I feel my face heat up slightly so I look away, trying to hide my blush.

luke and I slip on our jackets as we walk outside onto the dock and closer to the boat. he jumps in and then holds out his hand to help me get in. I thank him and take a seat on one of the built in benches while luke drives the boat out into the lake. "you should come out here with the guys and I sometime. sometimes we bring the jetski's and we just mess around a lot. but other times we just sit and talk. it's a lot of fun." he says, stopping the boat and coming to sit beside me.

"I bet. quinn has already begged me to come out here with you guys tomorrow and I think if I don't come he'll probably kill me." I say with a laugh. "but it sounds like fun so I'll most likely come with you guys." luke laughs along with me and we sit in scilence for a few minutes. just looking around at the stars and the beautifully lit docks from other people's lake houses.

"hey y/n, I'm sorry about earlier. when you came onto the dock to introduce yourself to me? I was really nervous. I'm gonna be honest with you, you're the prettiest girl I've ever met and I was worried that I would fall for you and I was scared about that since I thought you were quinn's girl. he's my brother and if I fell for you while you two were together I don't know what I would do or what quinn would say about it. until he told me that y'all weren't a thing and that he thought we would be perfect together...sorry for being so rude and awkward." luke says, looking up at the stars before looking back down at my wide eyes.

"luke, quinn and I aren't a thing. we never have and never will be. I've always seen quinn as an older brother type of friend. when I met him, I was scared and alone in a club that my friend left me at while she went to hook up with some guy. this man that was way older than me was hitting on me and he wouldn't leave me alone until quinn and brock came up and scared the guy off. he found out I was new to the area and kinda took me under his wing. he's always talked about you and jack so much and I was super excited to meet you guys. he told me not to tell you this when I met you but since it seems he told you the same thing, I guess I'll just say it. but he said that he can see us becoming the perfect couple and that he really wanted for me to meet you so 'he can be right'. those were his words by the way." I explain to luke, watching his eyes go wide. "quinn moved me out of my apartment that I lived in with my ex best friend, moved me into his apartment with him, and got me a job in media with the canucks. he really helped me out and the more time we spent with each other, the more we became best friends. "

luke nods and then asks me some questions about how life was living with quinn and whether if he was a good roommate or not.

"luke. let's get back to what we both said earlier. we both said that quinn told us we would be perfect together, right? I hope you don't think that I just came down here so I could meet you and become your girlfriend and become famous and all that. that wasn't my goal and I hope you don't feel that way because that isn't what I meant for it to seem like." I spit out, rushing my words because I really don't want him to feel that way.

sure, I wanted to meet the person who is my supposed 'soulmate'. but I also wanted to spend time with my best friend and meet all of his friends and family. my fingers twitch and my leg bounces while I wait for his response.

"I didn't think of it that way at all." he responds. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "I just thought you came down here to be with quinn and to meet us. and don't worry about it, I didn't think about you like that at all." he pats my shoulder and laughs.

"okay good." I say with a laugh and look up to look at the stars, "the sky is so clear. it's like you can see every star in the galaxy out here. it's so beautiful"

luke chuckles, "yeah, I agree. the view is beautiful." I turn to look at him while he talks and I realize that he's been looking at me the whole time.

I can feel the heat creeping up my cheeks but I pull the jacket tighter around me to keep my body warm. my eyes widen when I feel luke's arms reach around my waist and pull me into his chest.

"we can go back to the house soon. I just want to stay out here with you for a bit longer." he mutters into my hair, and I wrap my arms around his waist too, getting more comfortable.

I hum and close my eyes, the feeling of sleep overtaking me.

-

I wake up to luke saying my name and shaking my shoulders. I sit up and stretch, opening my eyes and its bright, the sun hitting my face.

"y/n, we fell asleep on the boat! we need to get back to the house now before quinn kills me." luke yells, turning the keys and starting the boat, driving back to house while I fall in and out of sleep in the seat.

when we get back, luke gets off of the boat and helps me out.

"luke warren hughes! I can't believe you!" quinn yells out, speed walking towards us, his little posse behind him. luke and I's eyes go wide and we look at each other with fear. "I can't believe you two fell asleep on the boat. I called both of you and your phones went off on the couch. what if you ran out of gas last night? how would we have found y'all?" quinn goes on and on about how dangerous it was but luke and I don't listen.

luke gives me a mischievous look and I smile back while giving him a nod. he grabs my hand and runs with me straight past quinn and the rest of the people who followed him and back into the house, running straight into the living room and grabbing our phones, then making a beeline for the front door and out to luke's car. we laugh and jump in, taking off down the driveway while quinn is yelling at luke behind us.

"well since he didn't kill me then, he'll definitely kill me later." luke's laughter fills the car and soon mine does too. "so, where are we going? breakfast?" he says, looking over at me, but still keeping his eyes on the road.

"yeah, breakfast sounds great. where though?" I ask. we talk about it and soon settle on a local cafe. one that doesn't get a lot if attention so luke wouldn't be bothered while eating his breakfast.

"I'm scared for you when we go home." I laugh, "you would think that since he wants us to date so bad that he would be okay with us spending time with each other."

luke agrees and we continue chatting while we eat. we talk about what he and jack do in their free time, and what quinn and I do in our free time. I ask him about what type of drills they do during practice and whether or not they skate suicides when they mess up and I ask him lots of other stuff too.

our conversation is going really well and I'm getting to know luke really well. but its all cut short when I make eye contact with a new customer who just walked through the door. its quinn. and he's pissed.

[ratsummer]

Imagine Phantom and Aurora hearing Copia growl for the first time.

They're finally all together in a full rehearsal for the first time since the newbies were summoned. Phantom and Aurora have made remarkable progress, both as musicians and as new additions to the band ghoul pack. They've gotten enough technical skill down that they can actually loosen up and have fun in rehearsal!

Copia is up at the front of the room with Cirrus, having her run through her Mummy Dust solo. This leaves everyone to their own devices for a bit, and the energy in the room is bright and silly. Aurora is practically weeping on the floor, desperately trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard at Cumulus, who is quietly performing her background vocals to Rats in her best Minnie Mouse impression. Swiss is also goofing off, doing a silly, flailing dance around Mountain's drum kit, BADLY humming the Miasma sax solo. Mountain is only kind of dancing along in his seat, most of his energy devoted to watching Swiss' hips. Dew and Rain are offering feedback to Phantom, who's insisting on showing them the many poses he wants to try holding while playing guitar.

Once Copia and Cirrus are happy with the adjustments they've made, he claps his hands to call his ghoul pack back to attention. The energy is so good, everyone is buzzing with it, and he knows how to direct it.

"Alright, alright, my lovely ghouls," he practically crows, "Mummy Dust! Let's take it from the top! I'll join in this time. Phantom, Aurora, give it your all, yes? Let's run the whole thing for Cirrus, then we'll tighten up some of those cues. Mountain, Phantom, bring us in!"

And just like that, they're off. Almost immediately, Swiss is giggling at Phantom strutting around like a little rooster. He's bouncing along so much as he watches Phantom that he's messing up his own rhythm on guitar. Copia, determined to avoid being derailed so instantly, frantically waves Swiss' attention to him and then emphatically gestures to get him back on beat. As such, he misses his first lyric, but Aurora and Cumulus nail their timing. They harmonize beautifully, holding hands and swaying their hips as they lean into their performance.

Copia is thrilled. His heart is racing alongside Mountain's drumming, Rain's bass buzzing in his bones. He opens his mouth and absolutely throws himself into the first verse, only to be drowned out a few beats in by a horrific, metallic scratching sound.

He whirls around to find both of his newest summons in apparent distress. Aurora seems to have tripped and fallen on her ass, back pressed to Cumulus' legs. Phantom is frozen in place, wide eyes, clutching his guitar so tightly his claws are surely leaving impressions. Both of them are panting, tails lashing. Neither of them will look at Copia, staring steadfastly to the side, chins tipped up. The room is dead silent, save for a tiny, reedy whine coming from Aurora.

Suddenly, Swiss and Rain are cackling. Cumulus is also giggling as she gets down on her knees by Aurora, cooing to her and scratching at the base of her horns. Dew is grinning like an idiot as he gently pets the back of Phantom's neck, where all of his fur is standing up like an agitated dog.

"Eh, what is going on?" Papa asks, frozen in place. He's not sure what went wrong, and certainly not sure what to do.

"Oh, everything is alright, Papa," Cirrus says, drumming her claws along the top of her keyboard as she smiles at the new summons. "We just... Forgot to warn the newbies."

"Warn them?"

Cirrus hums. "Your growl. When you sing like that, you sound very dominant, Papa. It can be... intense, even when we know it's coming."

"Ah. Um." All of Copia's confusion and concern for his ghouls immediately and painfully transitions to embarrassment and... something fluttering, not yet nameable, beneath his ribs.

"That's our satanic pope," Rain sighs dreamily, "Always so eloquent." He yelps when Mountain pelts a drumstick at his back, nailing him directly between his shoulder blades.

"I apologize," Copia starts slowly, wringing his hands. He feels sweat prickling along his hairline, his clothes are suddenly far too warm. "I hadn't realized my performance would have this, ah, effect. I don't recall this happening before?"

Cirrus and Swiss are suddenly flashing brilliant, pointed smiles.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Papa," Swiss purrs, "When the rest of us were new, we all had the surprise spoiled for us."

"A tragedy, really," Cirrus agrees, though her smile doesn't budge. "I remember how I felt my first time, and I knew what was coming. We wanted to make sure Rory and The Bug got the full effect!"

"A little mean," Cumulus says, "But I think you'll find they aren't too upset about it." She presses a kiss between Aurora's horns, but the breathless little ghoulette barely seems to notice. Her gaze is locked on Copia.

"Yeah," Phantom rasps, "I'm okay, Papa." Copia manages to break eye contact with Rory, only to barely choke back a moan at the sight of Phantom. The little ghoul is slumped back on Dew, who's purring and massaging Phantom's scruff. There's a healthy blush glowing across his nose and cheeks, and his hips are twitching against his guitar.

Copia coughs and adjusts his jacket. "Well. Okie dokie." He's fumbling for something to say, anything, when blessedly, Mountain chimes in.

"Well, should we take it from the top?"

"Eh, are you sure that's a good-"

"They gotta get used to it, Papa!" Cirrus says sweetly, "Just like the rest of us."

"Hmm. Okay. Yes. Yessiree Bob, even." Copia hems and haws for a moment, clapping his hands a bit as he considers whether trying again when his new summons are clearly in a state is a good idea.

"Papa? I want to do it again."

That unnamable feeling behind Papa's ribs shifts, stirring its wings at the breathiness in Aurora's voice. She at least appears to have collected herself a bit. She's clutching Cumulus' hand tightly, but she's back on her feet. Her tail is still flicking about behind her, but it's more intentional somehow, more focused. Her gaze is intense, locked on Copia. He takes a deep breath, nodding, though he can't help feeling a bit like a rat walking into an ambush.

"And you, Phantom? Shall we try once more, diavoletto?"

"Yes, Papa. I want to do it." Phantom, too, is looking a bit better. He's no longer tucked into Dew's shoulder. Instead, he's standing tall, shoulders square and grip on his guitar firm. Though his tail is wrapped tightly around Dew's thigh, he's staring at Copia with the same intensity as Aurora.

"But I think after we run it we should take a break," Phantom suggests.

"Yes!" Aurora almost shouts, "A break. A break immediately after. That's perfect. Maybe even a little walk. Papa, we should go for a walk on our break."

"A walk sounds great," Phantom agrees. "Can I come?"

Swiss cackles, air high-fiving Cirrus across the room. "Oh Bug, I think Copia and Rory will let you come. Again, and again, and ag-"

"Alright!" Copia cries, voice breaking a bit. "Alright, yes! From the top!"

He takes his place once more, front and center. He shakes and rolls his shoulders, letting the movement travel all the way down to his fingertips. He bounces on his toes, adjusts his jacket. Maybe his ghouls are fine to go again, but Copia is suddenly full of a strange, nervous tension. Or something. That feeling in his chest is ballooning, pressing hard on his lungs. The hair on the back of his neck is standing on end, his skin tingling. He's being watched, which is normal, of course, but he doesn't usually feel so... hunted. Is he getting sick? No, he's just being paranoid. Everything is fine. But... Maybe a break isn't such a bad idea after all.

"Mountain, Phantom, you know what to do," he says, hopping in place a bit to disperse the jitters.

"And then we'll take a break, of course."

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Yeah, I don't know c: I threw a note about writing my thoughts on Phantom and Aurora hearing Copia growl for the first time and it was based on a post I saw and @anotherbananasong was involved but for the LIFE of me I cannot find it???

Well, anyway, this happened c: The ghouls like growly Copia, what more is there to say?

[buckysbest-girl]

Dead on Arrival

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

NAVIGATION

MASTER LIST: TBA

CW: smut, language. Please let me know if I missed any!!

You ignore the sharp jab Karen gives you with her elbow and grip the glass of champagne in front of you tighter. But that doesn't stop some of it slopping onto the white marble floor.

"Look! " She says in what she must think is a whisper, but is loud enough for the few congressmen and women to your left to look in your direction. " Isn't that your ex?" She says as she nods across the room.

You follow the line of her gaze. There, stood by the doorway is your ex, James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky Barnes to the world at large. It's the first time you've seen him in nearly two months. And it hurts just as much now as it did back then. Karen elbows you in the ribs, this time harder and with more of her elbow than before. You try your hardest not to spill any more of the drink on the floor.

"You okay?" She asks, concerned about etching into her face.

You swallow and look up from where you're staring at the drink. "Uh, yeah. Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

She's quiet for a second as she takes in your answer. Then she nods. "You sure, because you know I have that spare bottle of Vodka we can have with some redbull back at the office." She whispers. "No one else needs to know." She gives you a small wink as she says that.

You let out a short laugh, your first one of the night. "Karen, you know you are the best, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," she waves you off with her free hand. "So . . . " she draws out, looking across the room where Bucky still is standing talking to a senator and her aides. "That's the guy, huh? The one that totally and completely broke your heart and made you into a pathetic shell of who you once were?" She takes a long drink from her glass. "Well. . . more pathetic than usual, anyways."

"Hey!" You say a little louder than you should. More people turn to look in your direction, including some members of the press who seem to be here just to take photos of all the political bigwigs that have turned up tonight. You hunch your shoulders and take a small sip from the drink you're holding in your hands. "I'm not pathetic, Karen." You mutter under your breath.

She snorts a laugh, almost making the drink she's holding splatter all over her light pink dress. "Well. . . Matt would beg to differ. In fact, you've been so pathetic, he's been giving you the easy work lately. No more following bad guys down back alleys and chasing after witnesses that you find at dive bars and nightclubs. Just the boring stuff that he doesn't want to deal with." She waves her hand in dismissal. "That's pathetic, right there. That and the fact you keep taking my drinks from my fridge, that's a crime." She pats your arm in what you can only think is meant to be a comforting way, but it's really not. "It's okay though. We still love you, and your pathetic ass, and that's what matters." She flashes a smile.

You huff, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, I bet you do. Where's Foggy by the way? He said he'd bring my jacket, I left it at the office."

"Probably getting his ass handed to him at poker with Frank, why he decided to try and beat him is beyond me, and. . ." She trails off, her eyes go wide. You follow the path her gaze takes. You see Matt. "Hey. . ." Karen starts.

You don't look at her, you don't really need to to know that she's wearing that dopey smile of hers when Matt is around. "I know Karen, go be with Matt."

Karen laughs, you feel her arm slink off you as she takes a couple of steps away. "It's like you can read my mind sometimes. Don't do anything stupid, alright? Like I said. I can't be hauling your ass out of a jail cell. Matt is far more forgiving considering you're his little sister."

"Yeah, yeah," you mumble. "Go, he's waiting for you. I'm fine. I'm just. . . I'll find Foggy. And grab more drinks. That's what I'm gonna do. Lots more drinks. I'll see you later, and you better be sober."

"Pshhh," you hear Karen say as she starts to make her way to Matt who is now standing on his own. "When have I ever not been sober? You're the one with the alcohol problems. . . Not that it's a bad thing." She turns on the balls of her heels, looking back at you with that stupid, dopey look still plastered across her face. "See you in a bit, and I'll call a cab when you're ready to go." She calls, making her way towards your brother.

You watch for a minute as she reaches him. How his face lights up and they kiss in greeting, and then you look away. You really are happy that Matt has found Karen, even if they drive each other crazy more than not, it's still something that you're grateful for. He's happy. . . that's all that really matters to you in the end. You try to ignore the small, dull pain in your heart when you watch them together. You're not sure if you're just happy for your brother, or jealous that he's found someone when you're still alone. You guess you really aren't as okay about the whole, being alone, as you'd originally thought.

You sigh and let out a deep breath. "Screw it," you mumble to yourself, lifting up your glass to take another sip when you notice out of the corner of your eye that Foggy has turned up. "Thank, God," you mutter as you make your way through the crowd towards him.

You only stop for a moment, when you catch sight of Bucky across the room once more, chatting to some young intern or some such, smiling as he says something that you're not close enough to hear. It doesn't matter, the intern looks completely enamored with whatever it is he's saying to her.

It doesn't take long before you make your way up to Foggy. He's smiling to himself as he looks down at the glass he's holding in his hands. "What 're you so happy about?" You say as you bump shoulders with him.

Foggy jumps, the liquid in his glass splashing up and almost over the side of the glass. "Jesus," he hisses, looking over at you, but there's a smile on his face, nonetheless. "Don't scare me like that."

"Well, don't be such a scaredy cat, then." You smirk as you take another sip from the drink you've been carrying with you for the last fifteen minutes. It's only when the cool, champagne liquid reaches your lips that you remember it's not what you're really in the mood for. " Did you bring my jacket like I asked you?" You look over Foggy's shoulder for a brief moment, but there's no one else with him, and your jacket isn't with him. "You didn't , did you?" You groan. "Did you get side-tracked by poker? Foggy. . . I need my jacket, I left my cigarettes in there, and my lighter. . ." You pause, scrunching up your nose. "And that spare vodka shot in my inside pocket that you were definitely not supposed to know about."

"Firstly," He holds up the hand that isn't holding his drink, "Frank always beats us at poker, and second, that's because he cheats."

You roll your eyes, huffing out a laugh. "That doesn't answer my question, Foggy. . . where's my jacket?"

"Look," He turns to look at you properly. "I couldn't get to them, okay? The security staff confiscated it because I may have. . . accidentally forgotten to remove the switchblade from your jacket."

"Foggy! Are you kidding me? I need my lighter and cigarettes. You know what I'm like without my cigarettes."

He rolls his eyes. "Don't remind me. You're insufferable. You'd think after getting a job that was mostly spent following after dangerous men you'd stop being addicted to them. You know Matt told you they could kill you." He mutters.

You shrug, taking another sip of your drink. "They're my coping mechanism."

"No, booze is your coping mechanism, and by the looks of you. . . I'd say you've already had a few of those, right?" You're about to respond but Foggy doesn't give you time. "Whatever. Matt can chew you out for this tomorrow when you go into work, when you're totally hungover. Just make sure you're on time, I'm not dealing with that side of him ever again. . . He's mean when he's grumpy." Foggy shivers a little and it's almost as though you can hear a cartoonish squeaky noise of a mouse being frightened. "You're his sister, so it's worse than it is when it's any of us."

"It's not like I asked for it. I just needed a drink to help calm my nerves. I still need my lighter. . . and my smokes. I really can't go the rest of the night without them. I might do something I regret, or worse, let's say something I regret." You huff. "Do you want me to end up back with him? Because that's what'll happen." You mumble into your glass before you take a gulp from it, finishing what's left of it in one go.

"Yeah," Foggy's eyes go wide. "No. . . I don't want that."

"Well. . . then please, get it from security. I'll pay for your drinks all night when we go over to Josie's afterwards, okay?"

Foggy sighs and you can tell by the look on his face that he's giving in, even before he says anything. "Alright. Fine, I'll get them for you, but only because you're family and Matt's already mad enough about what you did at lunch. He might not like the fact you smoke, but he still doesn't like anyone else messing with you either." He gives you a wink.

You sigh and roll your eyes. "It wasn't a big deal." You shrug. "I handled it, didn't I?" You let out a laugh as you pat Foggy on the shoulder.

Foggy shakes his head. "No, you didn't. You told him you were quitting. You know he doesn't like you doing anything that might potentially put your health in jeopardy, right? He just doesn't like saying that he does, but we both know it's the truth." He sighs and places his now empty glass down onto one of the side tables. "All right, I'm going to get your stuff now, but then you're not having any more alcohol for the rest of the night, deal? Or. . ." he pauses as he turns back to you, giving you a long, hard look up and down. "Until you get yourself out of that slump. And you will. It's been what?" He pauses to think, "almost half a year since the break-up. It's about time, right?"

"Two months." You mutter. "But who's counting? I'll be fine by the time we get to Josie's, I'll sober up, and then you can watch me make a total fool of myself at the bar while I get completely wasted with Karen."

Foggy raises an eyebrow at you as he shakes his head. "Oh, I know I can expect you to do just that. It's one of the reasons why I love you..." You see Foggy look past your shoulder, you look to where Matt and Karen are, but he looks away quickly before you can get a proper look. "Look," He points his finger in the direction of a table you hadn't noticed when you'd walked in. "Sit there. I'll be as fast as I can. The faster I am, the quicker I get back to playing cards and get a chance to win my money back from Frank." He shakes his head with a slight smile as he mutters, "I doubt it. But I've got to try." He shrugs. "Stay right here, don't move an inch, got it? Don't... go anywhere else, all right?"

You roll your eyes at Foggy as he begins to back away from you towards where you assume the security offices are. "Sure thing , " you give him a mock salute.

Foggy narrows his eyes at you as he walks backwards a few more steps. "I know what you're like, so no, don't you even think about wandering off. Stay right here."

"Fine," You call to him, smiling a little at how easy it is for Foggy to get riled up. It's been something you've been taking a small amount of pleasure out of in the past few weeks since you'd started to really go back out in the field again. You look to your left for a brief second, where Bucky had been, but you find him missing. "I won't, I won't, " you call after him. But he doesn't seem to be listening to you anymore, and is too far away for him to be able to hear you.

You shrug, and start making your way across the room to where the table Foggy told you to sit at is, your now empty champagne flute in your hand. You have every intention of doing as you were told.

That is, until you find a certain James Buchanan Barnes sitting there, at the table you'd been instructed to sit at. Your breath hitches in the back of your throat, and you suddenly can't find it in you to use your lungs.

It's the smoking.

You say to yourself. You know you need to start quitting for your health. That's why your throat and lungs are refusing to cooperate. Not because your ex-boyfriend who broke your heart and left without so much as a text for over two months is suddenly sitting less than five feet from you. That can't be it. It isn't it. You refuse to entertain it.

You move to follow Foggy but notice a familiar plaid jacket is thrown haphazardly across one of the chairs at the table.

It's your jacket.

And you need it.

So, you have no choice but to make a beeline for it and try to grab it as fast as possible, without having to confront your ex, who also seems to be unaware of your presence.

You know what?

Fuck Foggy.

You're going to find him. And then, you're going to rake him over the coals for abandoning you when you need him the most.

The fucking jerk.

You huff to yourself, trying not to let the tears that you know are brimming your eyes spill out and onto your face.

It's just the champagne.

You tell yourself.

But it's really not, and you know it.

You let out a soft breath as you approach the table. It should take less than five seconds to get over there, grab your jacket and be back with Foggy again before Bucky even has a chance to notice that you'd been there at all.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

You'd barely gotten one foot in front of the other when you hear Bucky clear his throat behind you. You pause for a second, your whole body freezing up. You curse under your breath.

"You can have your jacket." He says quietly, and you know him well enough to be able to hear the small amount of trepidation in his voice. "I saw your friend get stopped, so I got it from the security guard before he threw it into the trash. I think it might still have something in the pockets that he missed."

You stay silent and still, not looking back over at Bucky as you speak, "and?"

"And?" He parrots your question back at you.

"I just want to know if that's all you have to say to me," you whisper. "That, and you're a jerk. What the hell was that, Bucky? I mean, really. You just disappear without a word after the shit show of a mission in Madripoor and you expect me to be okay with that? Because you know, I'm totally okay with you just dumping my ass like last week's trash. No text, or phone call, or... or... a note saying, 'I'm not dead' or 'I'm leaving because of.... reasons.'" You shake your head. "It's a new fucking low. Even for you. And then. . ." You stop yourself before you go too far and end up saying something that you know you'll regret.

Like that you're still in love with him and still madly in love with him.

Yeah.

That.

"You left." You finally mutter after a few seconds of silence between the two of you. "I thought. . . I thought that you cared." You take a breath in to steady yourself, but it's all a front, and you both know it. You let your breath back out in one go. "Whatever. Doesn't matter anymore. Just give me my stupid jacket."

"No, you know what. It does matter. It matters, a lot." Bucky's voice is hard when he speaks. "You. . . You. . . You matter a lot to me. So, yeah, you're right, I did leave. I didn't leave because I wanted to. I left because I had to. It's something you wouldn't have understood — "

"Wouldn't have understood?!" You snap, your voice sounding a lot more shrill than you'd hoped. A few people glance over at you from across the room at your outburst. You drop your voice to a harsh whisper when you speak again, "How would you have even known what I'd have thought if you hadn't told me anything? If you hadn't given me a choice. If you'd have given me a reason why you left without any warning and just let me sit and stew about what had happened for two whole months!" You say a little louder than what might be considered acceptable for a gathering like this.

"Keep it down," he hisses at you from the seat he's sat on behind you. "People are staring."

"Let them fucking stare! I don't care!"

"I care." He says quickly, his voice is a lot quieter now, "Look," he sighs, "Just, turn around. Sit. I'll tell you what's going on, and you can ask me whatever you want. And you can shout at me some more after."

"I'm not sitting."

"All right," he stands from his seat, leaving your jacket where it is. "You're still wearing the earrings."

You blink as you reach a hand up to touch the dangly little sapphire and silver earrings. "Oh, yeah. They were. . . a gift. So?"

"You like them?" He asks as he takes a few steps towards you, his arms crossed over his chest. He's looking at you as though he's taking everything about you in. His eyes travel up and down the length of your body slowly as though he's trying to drink you in as well as he possibly can, like this might be the last time he ever gets a chance to look at you again.

You roll your eyes. "Yeah. I like them."

"You wear them every day." He notes.

"How the hell would you even know that, Buck?" You let out a hollow laugh. "You're not even around." You pause for a moment before adding, "And why are we even talking about earrings, when we're supposed to be talking about why the fuck you up and left for two fucking months?" Your voice cracks, but you try and brush it off, "Just get to the point. I know there's a point to this, even if it's a shitty point and it's not what I want to hear. So just say it and get it over with."

Bucky takes a breath and looks away from you. "I had to go away. . . and it was a shitty thing to do, I know that, and I'm not trying to make any excuses for the way I treated you, but I had to. It's. . . I wasn't going to. It wasn't my idea at first but then, I realized it was the best thing I could do at that time. That and your brother . He—"

"No, you're not bringing Matty into this. Don't do that to me, it's not fair."

"I'm not doing it to hurt you. It's for the better. It was his idea to get me to go . . . so I left."

You roll your eyes. "Thanks a lot for the explanation. So that's all that this is about. Matt?"

Bucky shrugs as he looks back to you. "Well. . . yeah. In part."

"What does that even mean? What did Matt say to you? Is it something to do with his other. . . other thing, that he does?"

"Not really, no. Not everything has to do with Daredevil, you know. There's more to life than that. This is. . ." Bucky trails off with a shrug of his shoulders. "This is something else. Something personal."

"Oh," you nod as you cross your arms across your chest. "Personal, huh? So. . . what's your reasoning? You leave me, no contact, no warning, and for what? You left to chase your tail, that it?"

Bucky stays silent, his eyes fixed on you and an expression like a deer caught in headlights on his face.

"What was your reason for leaving me then? Elaborate . I'm dying to hear what could have possibly been so important for you to leave for two months." You pause and wait, but he still stays silent. You feel yourself getting frustrated. "You know, it would be really great if you would start talking, like, right now. I have a flight to catch early tomorrow, and I don't want to waste any more time standing here trying to guess why you did what you did, when you can just tell me, because, as far as I can see it, I really deserve to know, don't I?"

Bucky looks at you again. He doesn't say anything to you, he doesn't need to. It's written all over his face. You can't believe what you see when you look into his eyes. It's there in his face, all over it.

It's fear.

You're taken aback. You've never known Bucky to ever show that type of emotion so openly. Not even to you . "What's going on? Is someone coming after you?"

"No," he shakes his head quickly, his dark, slightly shaggy, hair shaking around his face as he moves his head.

"Well, something's obviously up," you huff, "Why won't you tell me? You know I won't tell anyone, and if anyone did find out, you know Matt and I would have your back. We always do. Just tell me." You shake your head. "Whatever it is, I'm sure we can help."

"No, you can't."

"I'm sure there's something—"

"I was going to propose to you." He says it so quickly you can barely register what it is he's actually said. You blink, staring up at him in surprise.

You pause, thinking it over before you shake your head slowly, a disbelieving laugh slipping past your lips, "Oh, now, that's funny."

He blinks back at you and doesn't respond.

"It was a good joke, but—"

"I was serious," his voice is hard when he speaks. He steps in a little closer to you as he does so. "I was going to ask you to marry me, but then you were getting all serious about our future together and Matt found the ring, and then we spoke, and. . . and, then it became obvious what I needed to do. That's why I left, and that's why I had to stay gone, because the last thing I want to do is hurt you anymore than I have. But that's all I seem to do to you. So. . ." Bucky trails off and looks down to the ground before letting his gaze come up to yours. He shrugs. "You should have it. It's yours."

"Have what?" You whisper, almost as though you're afraid that if you speak any louder, whatever spell had been put over you to get you to speak again might be broken and this might all turn out to have just been a really, really, bad dream.

He reaches into the pocket of his pants, producing a small, black, velvet ring box that looks worn down and old. "This. It was my ma's and I want you to have it, because—"

"Are you joking?" You spit the words at him harshly. You can feel yourself shaking as he moves to take one of your hands in his, but you pull back out of his reach quickly. "Don't do this to me. Don't mess with my emotions. You. . ." Your breath catches in the back of your throat and you realize you can't finish your sentence without a sob bubbling to your throat. "Don't you think you've already done that enough to me lately, huh? Because if this is you being funny. . . or something, you're doing a shitty job at it, because it's not fucking funny at all and—"

"No, it's not a joke," He's quick to cut you off, "Look." He reaches over, his right hand reaching out to you, offering you the velvet box.

You look down, swallowing hard and letting your eyes trace the worn, black velvet that covers the little box.

You know that Bucky doesn't like to speak about his past. About the life that he used to live. And his family, what was left of them after he'd been taken by HYDRA. And especially about his mother, because from what little he told you, his memory of her is one of the more hazy parts of his mind. Which makes you wonder how he would know for sure this was his mother's ring and not some old thing he picked up at a flea market? But at the same time. . . it makes you feel like this is all a bit surreal and too good to be true.

It's a big deal for him.

You can tell , even before he speaks again, "My mother would've loved you, if she had been able to meet you." He looks down, shaking his head before he continues to speak again, his voice lower as he does, "She'd have said that I'm a real idiot if I ever let a woman as smart as you slip away. She'd tell me that it was stupid to leave you without telling you where I was going and why and then—"

"I get it, but you—" You say quickly. "But that's all in the past. It doesn't matter. Not anymore. What matters is, do you . . . Still love me?" You ask as you finally meet his eyes. "Is that the reason you came back? And why you wanted to. . . why you were going to. . . Is it true? Or are you just saying all of this to get a reaction out of me?" You swallow thickly, your eyes drifting back to the little, black box, held so gently between his thumb and forefinger, that he holds out to you. "Because, if that's your game plan here, then you've got another thing coming if you think I'm going to fall for that, because I'm not, all right?"

He sighs and gives you a sad smile before he shakes his head, "You know, sometimes I wonder if you remember how much I love you?"

"Well. . ." You pause to shrug. "If you loved me so much, maybe you'd have never left to begin with. So. . ."

He holds his free hand out for you to take, offering it to you again. This time you reach out, slowly, your fingers interlocking with his. "I know," he says with a small, sad, smile on his face, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

You nod, not meeting his eyes. You can't. Not right now, not with all the things he's saying, all of the feelings you know he's telling you in truth are real. You're not ready to see it just yet. "I know, you said it already." You murmur, "Just. . ." You shake your head before taking a step back and moving away from him. "I need some time to. . . to process it all. Okay?"

"I know. I just. . . I just wish. . ." He sighs heavily before he trails off and shakes his head.

You bite your lower lip hard, "You wish what?" You prompt.

He looks over to you again. He sighs before he shakes his head once again, "It doesn't matter, sweetheart, just forget it. It's all over now."

"Just say it," you whisper. You want to be mad, you know you should be mad. You want to be, you really do, but you know you're not, because, deep down, you know that Bucky wouldn't just show up after two months of complete radio silence and drop the mother of all bombshells on you and leave again before you can even think straight about everything. Not again. You know Bucky better than that. Even if he has broken your heart one too many times lately, you know he's not cruel like that. "Tell me. I want to know. You're not going to get to walk away this time, because you owe it to me. After everything that's happened. I know I deserve that, at the very least, don't you think? It's not. . . it's not too much to ask, is it?"

"No," Bucky sighs and shakes his head slowly as he looks at you. "You know, sometimes, I just wish that we'd had more time. Just. . . just you and me and we were just a regular couple who. . . I dunno, I didn't have to deal with any of this other stuff. It would've been. . . nice, I guess." He says it quietly and you have to strain to hear what he's saying over the soft hum of music from the speakers across the room. "It was selfish, I know." He says after a long pause between the two of you. He finally looks up and meets your gaze, his eyes searching your own, "You were never one for settling, anyway, right?"

"Maybe, maybe not." You shrug.

He shrugs back at you. "Yeah," he lets out a low hum from the back of his throat before he goes back to fidgeting with the black velvet ring box he holds in his fingers. He keeps looking down at it, twisting and turning it in his hands over and over again, before he looks up to meet your eyes.

"Well, are you going to show it to me, or what?"

"You want me to?"

You roll your eyes as you reach for the ring box, "No, I was just asking because I like wasting both our times, what do you think?"

"I don't know, sometimes, you like to waste my time. . ." He smirks and he finally, finally offers you the ring box that's been driving you up the wall for the past ten minutes or however long it's been now. You can't be sure.

He flips the small, velvet ring box open as he steps forward to stand by your side. Inside there's a small, simple silver band that is studded with small diamonds that wrap around the entirety of the band .

It's beautiful and understated and, above all, so, so simple.

"So... is this a thing?" You ask, nodding your head to the ring as he snaps the ring box closed, "Like a real, serious, proposal? And. . . And it's okay if you want to say no. I won't hold it against you — "

"You. . . you still want to. . . ?" Bucky looks at you with such confusion on his face you think you can see the gears turning in his head.

You laugh lightly, "yes. If that's okay? I mean, unless you changed your mind." You can feel yourself smile up at him.

You know what? Maybe you can find it within yourself to forgive him for leaving like that after all.

He's here now. That's the most important thing. He came back to you.

"Well, then, sweetheart," he breathes, as he finally seems to come back to his senses and reaches up to take one of your hands in his again. You don't pull away from him this time, letting him bring it up to his mouth as he kisses the back of your hand gently." Are you going to let me do this properly this time? Or am I still on probation with you?"

You blink slowly and shake your head, "I. . . I think we both have some making up to do, so. . ." You look down to where Bucky's other hand, his flesh and bone one, still holds onto the velvet ring box and nod towards it, "can I?"

"Here," Bucky pulls his hand from yours and takes the ring out of its box, the silver ring glistening in the soft light of the room. It catches the light, reflecting it back in small bursts of light that you think look like the twinkling of the stars outside, above the city you call home. "Give me your hand again." He whispers.

"Buck, we're not exactly the most subtle couple. Everyone's watching. Can't we go somewhere a little. . . less. . . crowded?" You say, giving the people in the room that have all been watching your conversation play out like a soap opera, a look out of the corner of your eye. "I mean. . ."

"What, you mean, you're shy all of a sudden? Where'd my girl go, huh? The one who couldn't wait to—"

"Don't you even go there with me." You shoot Bucky a dirty look and a warning glance that promises hellfire and fury to follow if he does, before you laugh as you roll your eyes at him. "Okay. . . So I may have gotten a little. . . carried away one or twice and, well. . ."

He raises an eyebrow as he takes in your face. "It's like you forget how well I know you."

"No. I haven't," You smile.

He smirks. "Well. . . Good, 'cause I wouldn't want you to. That's not why I wanted to ask you, anyway." Bucky gives you a lopsided smile before he laughs again and shakes his head slowly. "Well?"

You nod and bite your lower lip before you extend your left hand out to Bucky. "Yeah, of course, Buck. I thought you'd never ask. I—" You take in a shaky breath. "I just want you to know that. . ." You take another breath in and look down at your feet for a moment before you finally look back up to Bucky again, "I really do love you."

"Yeah," Bucky whispers, the words so low and breathy that you think he'd never actually meant for you to hear them in the first place, as he leans down towards you, "I know, I love you, too. But—"

"I know you do." You cut him off with a shake of your head, "You don't need to keep telling me you love me to make up for the two months you weren't around, you know? It's okay. I get it. You're back now. That's what matters. Now," you take a deep breath, your eyes flicking around to all the faces in the crowd around you and their attention that is fixed squarely on the both of you, "I really would love it if we could get out of here without Karen seeing us." You pause briefly before adding, "I mean, she'll interrogate me at least a million times tomorrow at the office, but—"

"Right, sure. Let's just," he nods his head over in the direction of the side door exit before he's taking your hand in his once more. "Come on. Let's get out of here. I see Karen making her way over. I'm pretty sure she's on her third or fourth drink of the night, so. . ." Bucky trails off and raises a brow.

"Well," you let out a heavy sigh as you nod your head towards the exit door, "lead the way, Sergeant ."

"Hey. . ." Bucky murmurs, "You okay?"

"What? Oh, yeah. Yeah. . . I'm fine, why? Why do you ask?" You reply.

"It's just, I don't think you've taken your eyes off that ring on your finger since you put it on and, you look. . ." Bucky pauses for a moment before he shakes his head, "No, nevermind." He shakes his head slowly as he takes the keys from you to unlock the doors. "Forget it. Let's go." He murmurs as he leans forward, his left hand coming to rest against your hip to help him balance himself as he leans down, pressing a light kiss to the corner of your lips, before pulling away. "We can take this party back home. You still up for it? I know you have work early in the morning but—"

"Are you kidding me?" You say, pulling away from Bucky so that you can give him an incredulous look as you both climb into your car, "I haven't seen you for two months, I'm not letting you leave my side. At least not until the sun comes up."

"Hmm." He nods his head as he puts the key in the ignition to start the engine before turning back to face you, his mouth set into a hard, determined line, "All right, then. You got it, sweetheart."

The ride back to your place is relatively short and, once you're there, Bucky barely lets you make it inside the apartment before he's reaching for you again. His fingers thread through your hair as he pulls you towards him, kissing you with everything he has.

You lean into his embrace, your hands running along the front of his body. "Bucky," you murmur, breaking the kiss when you feel yourself growing short of breath.

"Yeah?" He mutters against the skin of your neck as he leaves a trail of kisses there, his teeth grazing gently across your skin as he goes.

"Bucky," you murmur again as you move one of your hands to cup his cheek. He nuzzles against the soft skin of your palm, humming quietly before he leans forward again to kiss you once more. This time, slower and with more control than the one before it. "Bucky, take me to bed. Please."

"Yeah, I gotcha. Just let me. . ." His eyes meet yours for a second before he dips his head to kiss you again.

He wraps his arms around you, his hands gripping onto the back of your thighs as he lifts you up effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist. He pulls away and you smile back at him before leaning in and pressing another quick, soft kiss to his lips, "I missed this."

"Me too, sweetheart." He whispers before pulling away so he can carry you both the rest of the way back to your bedroom. "Me too." He kisses the side of your neck gently, "Now, where were we?" He asks, pulling the tie of your dress off and tossing it aside before pulling at the fabric, exposing the black lace lingerie set you wear beneath it.

"What's all this then, hm?" He hums softly before running his lips along the skin of your neck and down along your shoulder.

"Oh, you know, just something I picked up last week, because I figured, it was better to be safe than sorry in case someone turned up on my doorstep after two months."

"Uh-huh , of course." He chuckles softly, "And do you think that he 's going to like what he sees, then?"

"Oh, I don't know, why don't you ask him? I'm sure he'd know more than I do," You say playfully as you trail your hand down Bucky's arm before reaching out to cup him through the fabric of his dress pants. "Oh, that's right," you sigh and shake your head before reaching your hand into his pants, "I forgot, he's right here in front of me, so—"

He reaches down, catching your wrist in his metal hand. "Sweetheart, you know I love it when you take charge, but. . ." Bucky leans forward to kiss you softly as he reaches over to the bedside table where a box of condoms sits before he pulls back, holding it up for you to see, "You wouldn't want me to slip up, now, would you?" He whispers before pressing another quick, gentle kiss to your lips.

"Well," you breathe out softly against his mouth, your hands moving to the zipper on his dress pants as you work it down with ease before you begin to pull them off, "do you want to use this or—?" You pull back just far enough to give him a questioning look.

"No," Bucky shakes his head, his blue eyes looking directly into yours, "no. I don't."

"You don't want to?" You ask as you move one hand up to cup his face gently.

He shakes his head slowly before he speaks, "no," He sighs as he moves his flesh and bone hand up to cover yours on his face as he shakes his head once more.

You watch him closely before you speak, "all right." You lean forward, brushing a kiss along his lower lip before leaning your forehead against his as you look into his eyes.

"You sure? You seem pretty adamant." You tease gently. "But," you shrug as you trail off before you start speaking again, "if you think so." You nod your head before letting your gaze wander to where Bucky's hand rests on yours on his face, "what happened to not being reckless?" You say in a whisper before turning to press your lips against his softly once more. "Not that I mind," you add quietly before pulling away so that you can meet Bucky's eyes again. "Not at all."

Bucky hums low in his throat. "Yeah, I'm sure. I just. . ." he pauses before sighing deeply. He closes his eyes tightly before looking back up to meet yours again. "I love you, okay? You know that." He murmurs as he pulls your hand off his face before placing it down gently onto his lap. "And. . . And if this is. . . if this is going to work, then, well. . ." He sighs heavily as he moves his metal hand over to rest against the small of your back, "It has to be all in or nothing."

You nod as you look down at where his left hand rests on your back, "You're sure?" You ask quietly, still not meeting his gaze as you look down at your lap, where both of his hands are holding onto your hips as you sit across his lap, straddling him. "You really, really, sure, Buck?" You whisper. "Because it's. . . It's okay if you don't. You know, want that, right?"

He hums softly again, the sound of his low hum coming from deep within his chest. "I am," Bucky answers your question softly, his blue eyes staring deeply into yours, "I love you. I want us to. . . well," he pauses and shakes his head, his blue eyes not leaving yours, "I want to have a future with you, a real future. A proper future." He continues slowly, his blue eyes watching yours, "a family and all of the other things that go along with that. A future where, you know. . ."

You nod before biting your lip, your teeth worrying it between them for a few seconds before you reply, "Yeah," You nod your head and take in a slow, shaky breath, "Yeah, Buck, I get it," you breathe, "I love you, too," you murmur as you reach up and place a soft, chaste kiss to the corner of Bucky's mouth. "I love you so much."

"Yeah?" He smiles at you as he reaches up and brushes a lock of your hair off your face gently, "And you want this?" He asks before looking over your face. "You really do? Or is this just—"

"Yes." You nod.

"Are you sure?"

You smile softly at Bucky, your fingers coming to rest along the line of his jaw before moving to brush away the strands of hair that fall onto his forehead as you nod, "Yeah. I mean. . . you know, we're not exactly. . . Well, you know. . . and you're. . . I'm not really—" You shake your head before continuing. "Well. . . yeah, sure, why the hell not, huh?" You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's as you both let out quiet, nervous, little laughs.

You've been together for a couple months now and this was something that, before tonight, you never thought would actually be an option.

"Yeah."

He sighs, his breath brushing against your cheek as he pulls you close, holding onto you tightly.

"So. . ." He smiles as he looks down at your joined hands before glancing back up to look at you, "can we? Can we please just go all the way?" He asks softly as he squeezes your hand. "Please?"

"Okay." You nod your head and smile at him before looking down at the both of you, where Bucky's hands are still resting on your hips as he sits, fully clothed, in nothing but his dress shirt and dress pants. "You're overdressed."

"Hmm," he nods, humming softly in agreement, "well... Maybe, we should do something about that then, yeah?"

"Yeah." You agree before reaching out for the buttons on the front of Bucky's dress shirt and unbuttoning them one by one slowly before you let it slide off of him. You run your fingers slowly across the expanse of his skin, feeling his chest muscles under your fingers as you let your hand roam. "Hmm. . ." You smile as you look over at him. "That's much better." You hum before reaching for his belt , undoing the buckle, pulling the leather belt through its loops, and letting it fall onto the floor by his feet.

He looks up and smiles at you. "And you. . . I'm still waiting."

You hum softly as you look back down at him again, "all right, Sergeant, hold your horses," you smile at him. "Let me just—"

Your on your back before you can even finish your sentence, your legs wrapped tightly around Bucky's hips, his lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your collarbone and neck, and you moan softly as his tongue darts out to lick along your skin, "you ready for me, sweetheart? You feel ready for me." Bucky asks between kisses.

"Yeah," you sigh and close your eyes for a moment before you feel him slide a hand under the waistband of your underwear, the fabric pulling down with the motion, "yeah," you hum quietly.

His vibranium fingers skim lightly across your folds before pressing against your entrance, his eyes still looking into yours, his thumb drawing circles around your clit. He slips the first digit of his finger inside of you, before sliding another in beside it as he moves it inside of you in a steady, unhurried rhythm, his mouth sucking on your neck before biting gently at your pulse point.

"Buck. . . Bucky," You moan softly. You're so close already. You know it and so does he as you can hear the smirk in his voice as he replies, "You ready to come for me already, sweetheart? I didn't even start yet. You that close?"

"Shut up. You know I've been waiting two months to see you." You try to keep your voice level and even, but fail as soon as Bucky moves his fingers a little faster. You feel yourself getting closer, your body beginning to tremble underneath him as his lips find your skin again, sucking at it hungrily before pulling back and leaving you whining. "Please." You whimper.

His thumb comes up to circle your clit again as he continues moving his fingers inside of you, "That's my girl. That's it." He says as he continues fucking you with his fingers, the pads of his fingertips brushing against the soft skin of your inner walls.

"Bucky," you gasp.

"Come for me, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear as you let out a soft whine, the sound turning into a moan when he brushes his lips against the shell of your ear, his warm breath washing over you as you feel him pull his fingers out of you.

You cry out as your body trembles under his ministrations, the intensity of the feeling washing over you in waves. "You good?" Bucky asks quietly, his hand reaching out to take a hold of your chin and gently lifting your head up so that you can see him. His eyes search yours, waiting patiently for your response, as you look into them.

"Yes. . . I'm good. Just. . . Just a little. . ." You take a breath before finishing, "overwhelmed. I've missed you so much, " you whisper, "so much." You lean into Bucky, your forehead resting against his, your eyes meeting his again as you give him a small smile. "I've missed you." You sigh and look up at him, your eyes fluttering shut for a second.

"Yeah, I missed you, too."

"So. . ." You whisper softly as your hand moves down between your bodies to wrap around Bucky's hardness, "let's go then. What are you waiting for? Don't keep me waiting anymore, Buck, please."

You can feel him chuckle against your ear before his mouth brushes against your earlobe.

"Please. Please."

"Yes," he nods slowly, "I'll give it to you." He moves to settle between your legs before positioning himself between your thighs, his hands braced on either side of you to help balance himself before he guides the tip of his cock against your opening. "This okay?" Bucky asks quietly. "Tell me if it's too much for you, I know you're a bit sensitive right now but I need you to tell me if I hurt you or if this is too much. Promise me? Tell me." He murmurs. "Say the word, I'll stop."

"Buck, I trust you, okay? I'll be fine." You whisper quietly. "You can move," you add quickly before wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down closer towards you, "I love you so much," You sigh as he lowers his forehead down to rest against yours. "I trust you. So please, stop worrying , I'll be fine. I just need you inside of me. That's it, all I want." You tell him before moving a hand up to cup his jaw before tilting your head back slightly to kiss the underside of it gently, "Now. . ." You let your hand wander down Bucky's chest before your fingers wrap around his length again. "Please," you breathe out heavily.

His fingers grip the bed sheets beneath the both of you before he nods and slowly enters you, inch by inch, inch by slow, torturous inch, "fuck, sweetheart, you're tight." He grunts.

"Keep going. . . Keep going, just..." you plead before reaching up to hold onto his shoulder, "don't stop. Don't you dare fucking stop." You bite your lip, holding back a loud moan.

He presses another soft kiss to your neck, "Are you sure about this?" Bucky asks softly, his lips moving against the soft skin of your shoulder. "Are you sure, sweetheart? Are you absolutely one hundred percent sure?"

"Yeah." You nod your head before turning your body slightly to press yourself more tightly against him. "Yes." You repeat as you let your legs wrap around his hips, your heels digging into the small of his back as you pull him in deeper, deeper still. "please," you plead again, "I can't. . . I don't want to wait anymore. Please."

He pulls out and slides back into you once more, "Is this good? Are you all right?" He asks in a soft, husky whisper as his cock fills you completely. You whimper in response, "More." You say between short gasps of breath.

"Okay, sweetheart, whatever you say," He whispers softly against your ear before reaching down and wrapping his hand around your hip to steady himself as he picks up speed with his thrusts. "Fuck," Bucky moans low in his throat, "you feel so good," he continues to move inside of you. "God, sweetheart," he moans, "I'm going to come, baby, you ready? I'm getting there," He whispers before burying his face into the side of your neck. "You want me to keep going? Do you? Please tell me if it hurts."

"Oh, my god!"   You gasp out in response, your hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly, " faster . . . harder . . .please," you plead softly into his ear, your voice cracking at the end.

His grip on your hip tightens to a bruising hold before he increases the speed of his thrusts again, his mouth latching onto the pulse point at the base of your neck, biting down and sucking hard enough to leave a bruise behind, "Sweetheart, are you almost there? I need to hear you say it, okay?" His voice is quiet, strained as he moves a hand to circle your clit with his thumb.

"I'm so close." You whisper before kissing the skin above his collarbone, "please," you beg softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you pull away, "come with me, please."

Bucky hums and nods as he continues moving within you, "fuck," he moans low and deep, his breath coming out in harsh, panting gasps. His thumb continues working against your clit as his fingers grip onto your hips, "fuck," he gasps out, "Fuck, sweetheart," He whispers, "I can't—I can't—I can't." His movements become erratic before you feel his body shudder above you, his hands tightening around your hips again before you feel his body go rigid, and you feel his release spilling into you, your body tensing and arching against his own.

Bucky stills for a few moments, breathing heavily as he presses soft kisses to the top of your head, your forehead, and finally, to the corner of your lips, "hey." He whispers quietly.

You lean back to look into his eyes. They look glassy and a little distant, but they're clear, focused on yours. His mouth curves into a soft, tired smile.

"I love you," you whisper and his smile widens just the tiniest bit as you do so.

"I know," he whispers back. "I love you, too. You're my entire world, you know that?" He adds before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, "now... go to sleep, you have a red-eye to catch, remember?"

"Mm," you nod, "I do."

"Good." He breathes, pressing his lips to your temple gently before pulling the sheets back over the both of you.

You smile and curl up beside him, pressing a kiss to his neck, your mouth moving in soft, lazy kisses as you nuzzle your nose against his jaw before turning on your side to face him.

You close your eyes, listening to the soft rhythmic sound of his heartbeat under your ear before drifting off to sleep, the steady, even sound of Bucky's breathing and his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

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MINGI, YUNHO & THE PROFESSOR!

✦ 2 — YUNHO &

❒ you loved all your students equally. actually, scratch that. you loved them sure, but no one beats your top student, jeong yunho. along with the lowest, song mingi. curiosity takes you on a ride as you find out the two are secretly lovers.

❒ college au, teeth-rotting toe-curling smut, student! yunho, professor! male! reader

❒ cheating, dacryphilia, non-consensual (at first), praising, hickies, semi-public sex, good boy! yunho, nipple play, choking kink, hand fetish, possessiveness, teasing, creampie

"so, this equation here..." you pointed at the written equation on the white board with your dry-erase marker. looking around to make sure the students understood the material, you roll your eyes as a few students start dozing off.

"guys, i know finals are over but don't think i can't reduce your marks to zero right now." you lean against the board and smirk seeing the sleeping students now rising from the dead, sitting straight with the biggest smiles on their faces.

you let out a breathy laugh, "ha, that's more like it." spinning the marker with your fingers, you continue to solve the equation, glancing back at the students every once in a while, especially your top student, jeong yunho.

he was sat nicely in the front row, just where you liked. he works diligently and jots down everything from what you write to what you say. he is a 10/10 student as all the other teachers have said too.

you lick your bottom lip as you stare at the male jotting down notes for a few seconds. he looked so cute today... so cute you just wanted to fuck him full of your cum, and you'll make sure that happens today.

as the class comes to an end, you dismiss the students, packing up yourself but pausing as you see yunho still seated, chin propped against his palm.

you followed his eyes to your hands, which were erasing the white board. you smirk and finish cleaning the board before walking towards a dozed-off yunho, tapping his shoulder gently. "uh- huh?" he looks up and turns red seeing you kneeling at the height of the bench and smiling at him, "oh- sorry! i must have dozed off... i'll get going n-" you pulled him back down, "how about we chat a bit, hm?"

yunho bit back his grin and nodded, eager to chat with his favourite professor. you pull him towards your desk as he leaned against the desk, you sat at your chair, "so, top scoring again, huh?" you grinned as he let out a happy giggle, "only for my favourite professor!"

how cute. you got up from your seat, "i heard you've been tutoring mingi, correct?" he physically stiffens at the mention of his lover, "ah- yes, i've been tutoring him for a fee months now-" "weird. although the too student is tutoring him, he still failed his finals," you slowly crept towards him as his ass hits the edge of your desk, leaning in at the shell of his ear,"it'd be a shame if you were doing something else other than studying, right?"

yunho shivers, hands placed on your chest, pushing you away. but you don't budge, instead you leaned even closer to him, lips brushing his ear, hot breath making him all dizzy. he gripped your shirt, biting back a whimper when you suddenly pull away. "but of course, you wouldn't do that," caressing his cheek gently, you bring his face closer to yours, so that you were only inches apart, "after all, you're my best student, there's no way you'd... do something you're not supposed to, right?"

yunho swallows before nodding slowly. sliding your fingers along his jawline to tilt his chin up, "s-sir, we shouldn't-" yunho felt like his heart was beating out of his chest, he wanted it so bad, he wanted you so bad. but he couldn't, not when- "-mingi is waiting out there for you.' did i get that right?" you smirk as you see his smile falter, absolutely terrified. "h-how, i- i'm sorry...!" he looks down in despair, dreading what you were going to do with him next.

you cooed, "hey, there's no problem. i'm just worried about you," you hold his waist gently and press your chest against him, face only inches apart, "no, sir- i- no, we shouldn't..." ignoring him you kiss up his neck, sending the butterflies in his stomach swarming. "do you really think, mingi, who is labeled as kq's 'himbo' would stay loyal to such a good man such as yourself?" his hands which were on your chest, grips the fabric in his hand, "w-what do you mean?" "now i'm not saying this for certain, but i heard he hooked up with one of the seniors-" "what? no- mingi wouldn't that, he- he wouldn't do that to me..." he began tearing up, "there's no way..."

"would he?" you nibbled at the skin of his neck, hands squeezing his waist gently. yunho bit his lip, he knew the answer well, he just didn't want to believe, he didn't want to believe that mingi would do that to him. he let a tear slip out as he moaned quietly, wrapping his hands around your neck. you slowly laid him on the desk, shoving your things off of it in a hurry. you bit and sucked at his neck like you were a starved man, he whimpered and felt his toes curl inside his shoes.

pulling away, you hum in satisfaction at the disheveled yunho. there were tears prickling the corners of his eyes, hair messy, shirt crumpled, and a big noticeable erection from his jeans. "so, should we?" you lift up his shirt, whistling at you brushed your fingers over his toned abs, sending shivers down his spine. "j-just this once..." you frowned a bit, "just once? awe, i guess i have to make the most out of it then."

yunho coughed out as your hand flew up to his neck, squeezing gently. his hands flew to grip your wrist, letting out a breathy moan, he squeezed his legs together. looking up at you, he bit his lip as he smiled lustfully at you. "you like this don't you?" squeezing harder, he moaned out, music to your ears. you smirked, "i see you watching my hands every lesson, baby. you think you're slick, huh?" letting go of him, yunho whimpers at the emptiness before taking in a deep breath, "i can't believe my good yunho is so," you caressed his cheek, "bad and sexy..."

"sir..." you hummed, "please, i- i want you..." he buried his face in your chest from embarrassment, you smiled widely at that, "gladly." leaning down, you capture the boy's lip in a hot kiss. slipping your tongue into his mouth, he moaned at the feeling, letting you take full charge. "taste so good..." you mumbled against his lips, grinding his hips against yours. yunho whimpered and toyed with your hair, messing it up.

pulling away, a string of saliva connecting between your lips, eyes never leaving each other, your grip on his hips tightens as you rub against him. yunho began tearing up again, shutting his eyes as he cried. you panicked, "oh god, nonono- baby, oh, what's going on?" you hold his face in your hands, wiping the tears that were falling. "i- i can't believe mingi would ch-cheat on me...!" he cried as you held him in your arms, "he doesn't deserve you, love."

you kiss his forehead as he breathes in, "you're such a good man, he's missing out." kissing him again, yunho tangles his limbs with yours, never wanting this to end. he internally curses himself for never choosing you first, he was so afraid just because you were a teacher and he was a student. but now, does it even matter anymore? not just from you, but he's heard from his friends that mingi was a player and fucked around. yunho was pure and gave him the benefit of the doubt, which he regrets now.

you brush his fluffy hair and coo, "i should make you forget about him for now, hm?" licking a stripe up his neck, he only whimpers and pulls you in closer, "would you like that, my love?" he felt his stomach do flips at the nickname, he flashed you a tiny smile before nodding his head. "i should reward you, anyways. you did so well on the exam, my little champ." connecting your lips, you made out with him passionately.

"f-fuck me already, sir!" yunho mumbled against your lips, thighs gripping your hips as he grinded into you impatiently. you laugh, "so impatient," you kiss his cheek, "so damn pretty, yuyu..." yunho breathed heavily, his hands unmoving from above his head.

as you unbuckled your belt and slid your pants off, yunho ripped open your dress shirt and almost drooled at the sight of your muscular bod. sure, it was prominent even when you wore sweaters over your dress shirts in winter, outlining your juicy pecs. but god, seeing it close-up is a way better experience than daydreaming about it during classes.

slidding your boxers down, your lengthy cock sprung to life. yunho's hole clenched and unclenched at the sight of your large girth, eyes begging you to put it in already. and for a moment, yunho forgets that he ever had a boyfriend, just enjoying this moment as much as he could. since he never knew if this would be the first and last time he'd get such treatment.

grinning, you pull yunho close and rub your tip against his hole, teasing him in the process. kissing up his jawine, you muttered against his ear, "'aight prince, this might hurt so hold onto me, m'kay?" yunho shivered slightly as he nodded, a bit anxious about your size. he buried his head into your neck as you slowly pushed yourself in, not even needing lube as you both are both literally and figuratively dripping.

yunho let out a tiny high-pitched moan just below your ear, almost making you go manic. gripping his thighs eagerly, you continue to slowly push yourself in, not wanting to hurt the male. yunho shut his eyes in a daze, the full feeling at his stomach making his body shake with pleasure. you could be inside him forever and he wouldn't ever mutter a word of complain.

you groaned roughly as you bit down on his neck, drawing out a lengthy moan from the taller male. as you pushed in completely, yunho felt your tip brush against his prostate, making his eyes roll backwards. you laugh at the male, gripping his throat gently, "we barely started and you're already close," you tutted, "maybe this will end earlier than i thought, hm?" you pulled out as yunho's eyes widen, "n-no! i... i can hold it in, sir! please, please please!" tears started forming at the corners of his eyes as he pleaded for you pathetically. hands gripping your shoulders as his body still shook.

suddenly, your hips snap forward, filling him with warmth once again. yunho yelped as his toes curled, nails scratching along your shoulder blades, eyes twitching from the pain and pleasure. you nibbled at the shell of his ear as he adjusted with your large genital, "heh, i was only joking, baby~ how could i ever leave a gem as rare as you?" quickly, you catch his lips in a heated makeout sesh, slowly dragging your cock against his velvety walls. you groaned into the kiss when he clenched against your dick, you swore he could've cut it in half with how tight he was.

yunho moaned, tangling his fingers with your hair. he felt like he was in heaven, the feeling so dreamy, yet so real. he felt every pulse, twitch and movement of your cock, milking it along the way. yunho grinned as your grip on his thighs tightened, making him all giddy. pulling away from the kiss, yunho whimpered, "sir, faster please!" laying himself back onto the desk surface, he positioned his arms above his head as he looked up at you with lust in his eyes, begging you silently to fuck him already.

you peck his lip, "you're wish is my command, prince." as if on cue, you began thrusting harshly into the boy, sending waves of pleasure into his body and all the way to his cock, which was holding itself from cumming on the spot. yunho's body bounced with each thrust, moans aligning with the beat of your thrusts. lewd noises of skin slapping and yunho's moans echoed through the large hall, making the two's horniness shoot through the roof.

you leaned down and caught his nipple between your teeth, biting and sucking it. "ah- no, sir!" yunho felt electricity shoot throughout his body the moment your teeth made contact with his already erect nipple, "n-not there, ngh~!" tears fell from his eyes at the overwhelming sense of pleasure he was feeling at the moment. he never wanted this to end, and he never wanted to part from you again.

you bit down at the flesh of his chest, making the boy moan out loud as his grip on your hair tightened, making you moan too. pulling away from his chest, a string of saliva still connected between your bottom lip and his nipple, you look down to see the boy's stomach covered in his own cum. you giggled, "gosh, am i that good?" you caressed his teary face, "i'm flattered." bloodshot eyes look up at you, "will this happen again? i-i just don't wanna be away from you..." he began tearing up again at the thought of him being your one night stand, it broke his little heart. yunho felt your cock twitch and- did it just get bigger?

yunho's eyes widen, "w-why did it just-" "did i tell you i have a fetish for when you cry?" massaging his hips gently, you slowly fucked into him as you maintained eye contact, filled with passion and lust, so much desire, and so much love. yunho's face heated up along with the tips of his ears, "every time you cried to me when you did bad on an exam, i had to stop myself from fucking you right then and there," yunho looked away from your burning gaze, "you can from now on..." you grinned, "i-i don't mind-" yunho moaned out as you sufdenly thrusted manically again.

his hips were bruising at how tight you were gripping it, eyes closed and head thrown back as you continued thrusting into him, groaning every few seconds. you fixed your composure and grinned evilly at the sight of yunho's twitching cock, your hand immediately flying to jerk him off, sending him off the rails.

"ah! sir, wait- mmh~! i'll cum if you-" tightening your grip on his cock, your hand matching the pace of your thrusts, his back arched as he came in got, white ropes, dripping down his dick and onto your hands, you came a few seconds after him, spraying your seeds deep inside him. yunho whimpered at the lingering touch of your warm hand as he watched you bring your cum-stained hand to your lips, tongue swirling across your fingers as you swallowed his cum, the salty taste lingering in your tongue.

just as he thought it was over, you started thrusting again. "what!? ah- wait! that's enough... i-i can't anymore...!" yunho cried at the burning feeling of your cock, his stomached churned at your possessive gaze. "well doll, i need to mark you well, so that you only remember me for the rest of your life~" yunho's cock hardened at the crazy glint in your eyes, cockhead abusing his prostate as he thrusted again and again.

god, he's gonna be so sore for the next month.

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[haecien]

SEVENTEENS reaction to their s/o being scared/screaming about bugs.

Note: I have no idea who is & is not scare of bugs in svt... this is just my interpretation!! If there is a video/post about this tell me!!! also fun fact, a Cockroach was roaming around my room while writing

Warning: mentions of killing, the word die😭 all of this is jokes, none of these are real! slight cursing!

Genre: fluff, jst fluff

766 words 3,883 characters

C.SC -

At first he thought you were dying when he heard your blood curtailing scream, turns out there was a fly just roaming around and it happen to just touch your face.

Now he has learned to carry at least 1 tiny can of bug spray just for you, it gives him a heart attack over your screams. He finds it a bit cute whenever you clung to him after seeing a bug near you.

Y.JH -

Same reaction for the first time of coups. But.... instead of comforting he just... almost teased you to death/j

He'd secretly hide those fake toys of bugs ALL around your shared house/apartment/...idk any living place lmao

You'd almost kill him for doing that, still gets you everytime. Ofc he made it up to you, he is still your boyfriend after all

" Hey... come on I'm sorry! I forgot to remove itt"

*silent treatment*

H.JS -

He would try to calm you down at first, if you were still wailing about the bug he would try and kill it or carefully place it outside.

He would endlessly caress you and tell you that you're alright

(Bro im giggling)

"Joshua i swear ill love you til I die" " Then die😊🤭" /j

(If ykyk)

W.JH-

Who knows he'll eat the bug, jk. He would prob scream with you, he'll act up like " I'll protect you! " then comes running back to you terrified

" YOU DIDN'T TELL ME IT WAS THAT BIG " " WAAAHAA I KNOW... "

Eventually he sucked it up and very "bravely" shoo shoo away the bug. BEGONE! " You know! I was just acting, I wasn't really scared... " " Totally.... "

K.SY-

" AAAAAAAAA " Wow is HE more scared than YOU? Yes, a matter of fact he is.... " You know i've seen tigers beat bigger enemies... yet you're scared of a single bug?? I guess you're not really a tiger. "

Those exact words, they made him furious and he quickly got a broom and vigorously whacked the bug away! In times of need you just made him question his identity as a tiger.

J.WW-

Honestly, would be kinda chill. He carefully took a piece of paper and a glass and scooped up the bug and placed it outside.

He asked if you wanted to play with him to help you calm down, you said yes NEVER wanting to set a foot outside right now. (Ok now imagine resting your head on his broad ass shoulders while playing and he'd run his fingers through your hair)

L.JH-

Same reaction as Wonwoo, BUT It would take him awhile to come down from his room😭the time he came down you'd almost started thinking of burning this entire house to the ground. (No reason, i keep thinking about the fluffy hair jihoon with THE black turtleneck shirt that's kinda tight)

X.MH-

So... Fuck it he's letting you take care of it/j yeah he's gnna flame that bug, BURN THE WITCH! If he mocks you about this you would bring up the thing with him and frogs😭(if you don't know I remember seeing a video of seeing minghao being scared of irl frogs but not animated ones ex: keroppi)

K.MG-

Hes a big boy... but he's just a puppy tbh, LITTERALLY LOOK (I got off track sorry HAJSJSK Free gyu pics ig HAHA)

Deff is also scared of the bugs too, poor baby just stood there frozen while the bug flew on his face. Prob had to call a friend to help you HAHA

L.SK-

You know he's gnna hit those high notes, who's going to help you both in this state oh my god. "YOU'RE THE MAN. GO GET IT. " the bug flew away before you both could even do anything " Sunshine i drove it away!! " ".... YaaYyyy.... " *dies*

H.VC-

" HANSOL... " he looked at you confused literally deadass holding the now DEAD bug in his hands " what do I do with it? Throw it o-- " "NO! " bitch I thought you were scared of it " ... ill just do whatever "

B.SK-

He gets scared easily too so... hajimalago/j would be sassy about it " Why don't you get it! You saw it first " kind of guy you'd end up bickering with him too much that the bug decided to just dip out

L.CN-

The only guy who actually protected you HELP, you'd move to another room and let him take care of it. He'd keep reassuring you that you were fine and that the bug was gone, no more bugs will bother you anymore

[tainted-liquor]

'Swing By Anytime˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Earth1610!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Personal Seamstress!Reader Ingredients: sugar, kisses, and a lil bit of smiles! TWs: cursing, you being Miles's M.J., Reader being mean as encouragement (you'll see babes trust) W/C: 1.1k? A/N: Purely for the sake of the plot, miles is like 18-20. NOT SMUT!

"Gorgeous! You're so pretty, girl! Alright, the changing room is to the left, you can put it on the hook. It'll be ready for you tomorrow when I finish making all the proper altercations." You squealed in pure joy. Since you had been a fashion major, outfits had just poured out of you like run-off. Of course every now and again there were people who wanted things custom ordered, which made you extremely happy. But you knew who your favorite customer was. And, speaking of your favorite customer, he should be here right now. There was a muffled tiny 'thwip' noise that you would have missed if you weren't straining to hear every individual sound over the beat of 'Shirt' By SZA in your studio.

You sighed with a small smile, walking to your studio's window. "Darling, I keep telling you this, I have a door, just strut through it whenever you want" you giggled as you lifted the window pane, coming face-to-face with the one and only Spider-Man. "Whatcha got for me today, my dear?" you asked as you beckoned him inside the studio, taking a set in front of the many vision boards you had pinned down to your desk. "Hey! sorry, snips, I'll use the door next time. And I brought this design plan, actually." He hummed with a smile that was hidden behind his mask. He had a habit of calling you snips due to always seeing you with some sort of scissors, not that you minded anyway. He walked up to you and handed you a folded-up piece of paper, which had a plethora of sketches for a new Spider-Man suit.

Your eyes widened with joy as you took a scan of the paper. Next to the various drawings, there was one circled design with many notes jotted down next to it with measurements, material, color shades, and substitute color shades. It was the most solid suit plan you had ever seen. You turned the paper around to see more notes, and the smaller parts of the suit enlarged. It was perfect from top to bottom. Everything you needed to know was on paper, which made your job unfathomably easier.

"You know I love you for this, right?" You squealed with a wide grin. "Fuck you! How dare you bring such perfection into my studio!" You joked, giving the Spider a tight hug. He chuckled quietly, muttering, "Had to make it easy for my personal seamstress! C'mon, snips, I'd never do that to you." he added as he gave you a pat on the back. Miles usually came into the studio to fix tears or rips in his suit, get patched up, and then swing back out. But recently, he's been talking about reworking his Spider-Suit. So, like a good 'friend' you offered to help him with his project. Of all your clients, only he had given you such a thorough and precise outfit plan.

He began to recall some of his adventures as his alter-ego, letting his mask hook over his nose as he ate some of your cookies on the ceiling. You listened to his experiences as you plucked each corresponding fabric from the fabric closet, placing them next to each other on the ground. You traced each required pattern with a white chalk pencil, referencing the measurements documented on Miles's paper and keeping seam allowance in mind. "Damn, that's crazy...so what'd you do next, B? You had to web her?" you replied as he raved about some Doc-Oc he caught on his way here. "Yeah, I got her in webs and turned her over to the police. She was dead ass putting up a fight too." He spat as he took the final bite of his cookie.

"That's insane...C'mere I gotta make sure I got this little web design right on your mask," You said as you beckoned him to come down from your ceiling. He zipped down, landing on both of his feet within seconds. You held up the small fabric sheet, allowing him to examine the thin markings where his web design would go. "Nice! Looks amazing. Wouldn't expect anything less from mi Costurera personal!" He exclaimed. You smiled delicately as you continued cutting out the patterns, leaving the spaces he wanted to spray paint on blank.

You spent the next 9 hours talking as you finished his suit and mask. He leaned back on your desk, arms crossed against his chest as you explained color theory, why you were sewing his suit inside out, and why you outlined the pattern with white chalk. It was getting dark outside, and you felt slightly drowsy as you finished the last stitches on his mask. "Alright, love, here you go. I'm pretty sure it's the right size, but put it on when you get time and come back if it's too small." you smiled as you hand him the mask. "Oh, dope! Bet." He says as he suddenly pulls off his mask, releasing his fluffy hair from the tight confines of the spandex. Your eyes widened as you slowly realized Spider-Man had casually taken his mask off in front of me.

You didn't hide that you were staring at his entire face, analyzing his features as soon as the mask came off. He chuckled as he put the other mask on, looking in the mirror on the wall to check out his new mask. "It's perfect! It's exactly like how I wanted, you're a literal angel!" he fanboys as he poses like a dork in my mirror. "How much do I owe you?" He asks as he turns around, fidgeting with the gloves of his suit as he pulled out a wad of money from seemingly nowhere. "Pshh, bitch you look amazing. Just take the suit. It's free." I insisted, leaning back in my chair and placing both feet on my desk.

His eyes narrowed as he advanced to me, grabbed my wrist, and firmly placed the money in my hand. "That was 10 hours of work. I'm NOT taking advantage of your labor." He stated, pulling off his mask purely so he could give me the most serious, slightly-offended look of his life. I nodded slowly as I put the money in my bag cautiously. "Good. Thank you, mi angelita!" He added, pressing a small kiss to my forehead. "C'mon, I'll swing you home. I know your studio closed hours ago" he reasoned as he scooped me up from my chair, throwing me over his shoulder and slipping his new mask back on. "Spidey, c'mon its really no trou-" I began

"Miles." He corrected.

I sighed as I packed up his suit, gently wrapping it in a cute little box and signing it with my infamous signature, "M.J." before wrapping both arms around his neck gently and giving him a small kiss on his temple, mentally preparing myself to swing through half the damn city at inhumane speeds.

Miles's eyes widened at the small detail, turning to look behind him slightly with a small smirk.

"M.J, huh?"

[dinsfire24]

Neither of Us Will be Missed

a little something i wrote in a haze at midnight. i've had this idea in my head for a while and it has finally possessed me and forced me to put it on paper. dont mind any pacing errors or spelling errors or grammar errors, the words simply flowed from my fingers and i did not read them again after they left my brain

WARNINGS: blood/violence/injury, probably not canon compliant since i didnt look anything up, madeleine and gunnar's relationship is abusive but it doesn't show much yet

"Come on, boys, we can settle thi-"

Brass knuckles collided with Stan's jaw before he could finish his sentence. He stumbled backwards and fell flat on his ass. Stars danced in his vision, a fuzzy halo appearing around the harsh fluorescent lights of the warehouse.

Reggie stepped into his field of view and crouched down to look him in the eye. With a sneer, he told Stan, "Only way we're settling is if you cough up our cash."

Tony popped out from behind Reggie, grinning like the maniac he was. "And you ain't got any cash, Sam," he taunted in that awful sing-song voice.

Stan's mind raced as he searched for a way out of this. He put on his best salesman's smile, despite the coppery taste welling up in his mouth. "Just give me a week, tops," he told them, injecting calmness and bravado into his voice. "I'll get it all to you- plus a little extra for your troubles!"

Wrong thing to say. Reggie's face twisted in disgust, while Tony didn't bother hiding his sadistic glee. The latter's hand darted out and grabbed Stan's wrist, dragging him roughly to his feet; he tried to pull away, but the crazy bastard had an iron grip.

Reggie's gaze, which had been fixed on Stan, shifted to burning a hole in the back of Tony's head. The big boss's eyes narrowed. "Not yet, Tony."

The warning in his voice was enough to make Stan shudder. He'd heard the same tone many times, usually right before a beating. Tony acted unruffled, but the flicker of fear in his eyes was a dead giveaway; he wasn't any safer from Reggie than the other sops in this dead-end town.

Still, the wiry man shot Reggie a shit-eating grin. "Don't be like that, Reg. I was just gonna rough him up a little. Y'know, knock some sense into him!"

Reggie squared his shoulders and opened his mouth. Fortunately for everyone, the distant sound of a whistle cut him off.

Tony jerked away from Stan like he'd been burned. A few of the goons surrounding them simply booked it, and the rest didn't seem much better, brandishing their weapons and whispering amongst themselves. Even Reggie himself stiffened at the sound.

Stan slowly crept away, trying to bring himself closer to the back door. No one even looked at him; they were all staring at the entrance to the warehouse. What the hell was going on?

His answer came in the form of a door flying through the air. A dozen people poured through the new opening, led by a tall, muscular woman dressed in black combat gear. She bolted towards Reggie and Tony, who finally started moving—away from the lady in black.

A gunfight quickly broke out around them, sending the warehouse into chaos. Stan hauled himself into a storage crate so he could watch things play out.

Seeing Tony run wasn't too surprising. The man was a rat who ditched at the first sign of trouble, and he was probably thanking his lucky stars that he wouldn't get thrashed tonight. Reggie, though...

Reggie was a mountain of a man with a thousand dirty tricks up his sleeves, not too different from Stan himself. Unlike Stan, though, he never backed down from a fight. He had his goons do the dirty work for him most of the time, but when it came down to it, he was always able to finish the job. And yet here he was, backing away as this mystery woman sprinted towards him.

She gained on Reggie quick, too, even after he broke into a run. She didn't slow down for a moment. Not when she tackled him to the ground, not when she brought her fist down like lightning to his face, not when he thrashed desperately in an attempt to throw her off, and not even when he finally stopped moving. She just leapt to her feet and darted off to find her next target.

Chaos surrounded him. People on both sides dropped like flies—although the Graverobbers seemed to be losing many more than the newcomers were. It would be the perfect time for Stan to leave. No one would notice he was gone until after it was all over.

And yet all he could do was stare at this frenzied whirlwind of a woman. She moved like she was trying to tear the world apart, one thundering step at a time. And she never stopped, either. He wondered what would happen once she'd knocked out or killed everyone in the room. Would she turn on her allies and tear them apart too? Or would she simply cease to exist without someone to fight?

It seemed that soon, Stan would find out. After Reggie had gone down, most of the Graverobbers had gotten the hell out of dodge. The rest became easy pickings for Mystery Woman and her friends.

He sighed as he hunkered down in the crate. He should have left when he had the chance; now he was likely to get shot if he tried to escape. All he could do was wait it out and pray nobody had noticed him.

Unfortunately, it seemed like his luck had run out. Mystery Woman went straight for him after she finished off her final target. He tensed, preparing to dive out of the way when she tackled him, until—

Another whistle rang out. Mystery Woman stopped in her tracks, head snapping towards the source: a thin man in a perfectly pressed suit, walking through the broken doorway. "Down, Madeleine," he said with a strange half-smile.

Mystery Woman—Madeleine—shot Stan a puzzled, irritated look. "But he's..."

The man shook his head. "He's one of us."

That left Stan as confused as Madeleine had been a moment ago, but it seemed to assuage her concerns. She blinked, the tension draining from her shoulders. After peering around the warehouse for a moment, she said cautiously, "We're done here."

"Not quite," the man replied coolly. "You and I have business with this poor, lost soul."

He nodded to Stan, who would have protested that if Madeleine hadn't been there. Considering the fact that he'd just watched her rip through half of a gang without stopping, though...

He swallowed his feelings and put his salesman's smile back on. "The name's Sam Parker. It's, uh, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Madeleine just stared at him, but the man in the suit smiled and held out his hand. "Gunnar Cooke, at your service. It's a pleasure to meet you as well."

As Stan went for the handshake, Gunnar leaned in to whisper in his ear. "You know, you don't seem to have anywhere else to go. Mind coming with us and answering a few questions?"

He stiffened. A few questions? Yeah, right. This guy had bad news written all over him. Then again, if he walked away here, Gunnar would probably just send Madeleine after him...

So, even though he could think of many reasons why he shouldn't, Stan just smiled. "Eh, why not?"

[coal15]

So I got the 2nd Chapter of I Never Do This finished, (bucktommy, a mix of smut and fluffy sweetness) I just need to do one more editing pass, so barring unforeseen events or disaster it will be up on ao3 sometime tomorrow. Excerpt below the cut. To read Ch.1 go HERE

Sadly there wasn't much time for post-coital cuteness. Buck was due at Maddie's house for a 24 hour babysitting gig, and he was already behind schedule. "I'll have to haul ass to make it on time!" He groused, frantically pulling on the previous days’ clothes. "By the way, I think we should keep a few changes of clothes at eachother's places--I don't mean half the closet or anything," he added in case the suggestion sounded like too big a step. "But, y'know, some shirts, some pants."

"Good idea.” Tommy smiled. Frantic Evan was such a cute Evan. “Okay, I'll take care of it while you're on babysitting duty. Your spare key is on top of the door frame, right?"

“Uh-huh. Oh my god, if I’m any more than ten minutes late Maddie will kill me and cook me for dinner!" Buck grabbed his cellphone, gave Tommy a quick kiss, and charged for the open bedroom door. "Uuuuhhh, honey-"

"Laundry room is the door across from the one to your right, go through there and you’re five steps from the front door.”

“Thanks!”

In contrast to his poor boyfriend, Tommy had the luxury of checking items off an easy to-do list at a pleasantly lazy pace. First, the clothes thing like he promised. After that just little things. Switching out the overloaded ant traps around his cherry tree for fresh ones, taking a few tomatoes down the street to Cathy, then he spent the rest of his day hanging out out in the garage/workshop playing around with a few beat up Hickorywood chairs he was trying to restore. Bringing horribly abused old furniture back to life was Tommy's favorite hobby next to Muay Thai. The two served radically different purposes in his life. Muay Thai made for a great workout. It was a fun way to burn off energy. Whereas furniture restoration took him to a calm place, peaceful and meditative. 

Today’s meditation focused on examining the morning’s events and how he felt. More importantly, how he didn’t feel. No loss of masculinity. No need to jump in the ring and pummel a Muay Thai opponent senseless. And best of all, no need to cry in the shower trying to scrub the gay off of him like dead skin cells and wash them down the drain. Letting Evan top him closed another awful, heavy door between his past and present--slammed it shut and bricked it over. Getting fucked silly felt great, and he knew no one would ever have the power to make him feel bad or gross about it.

**********to read the first chapter go HERE

[slasherslittlesimp]

When Tomorrow Comes (TWD X M!Reader)

Series Masterlist

Part Three

You and the others rush up the stairs to the roof in order to stop Merle who you can hear popping off shots. The door slams open as everyone rushes out onto the rooftop where Merle can be spotted standing up on a ledge with a sniper in hand.

"Hey! Ya'll oughta be more polite to a man with a gun!" Merle laughs, pointing the gun towards everyone in response to them asking if he's crazy. Out of instinct your hand moves to rest on the hilt of your blade, prepared to pull it out if necessary. Merle jumps down from the ledge, taking a few steps towards the group. "Only common sense."

T-Dog hops down some wooden steps to approach Merle. "Man, you wasting bullets we ain't even got! And you're bringing even more of them down on our ass! Man, just chill."

"Hey! Bad enough I've got this taco-bender on my ass all day. Now I'm gonna take orders for you? I don't think so, bro. That'll be the day."

"'That'll be that day'? You got something you want to tell me?"

"You want to know the day?" Merle steps closer to T-Dog, obviously itching for a fight. "I'll tell you the day, Mr. 'Yo'. It's the day I take orders from a n****r."

T-Dog swings on Merle only to receive the butt of the gun slamming into his face instead. Merle hits him again before turning to swing on Rick who had approached in attempts to get them to stop. Everyone yells for Merle to stop as he kicks and punches T-Dog until he's down on the ground where he continues to kick him before straddling him in order to punch him even more. Knowing that if he's not stopped he'll kill T-Dog, you decide to step in. With swift strides, you approach Merle, striking him in the back of the neck hard enough to stun him, causing him to fall sideways off of T-Dog. Rick takes this as his chance to handcuff Merle to a pipe.

"Who the hell are you man?!" Merle yells, a bit dazed as Rick slams him up against a pipe so he's sitting.

"Officer Friendly." Rick turns away to grab Merle's gun that had been dropped. "Look here, Merle. Things are different now. There are no n*****s anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together not apart."

"Screw you, man."

"I can see you make a habit of missing the point."

"Yeah? Well, screw you twice."

Rick moves closer to Merle, pressing his own gun to his head. "Ought to be more polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense."

"You wouldn't. Yer a cop."

"All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody that gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that." Rick begins to pat down Merle, pulling a small baggie of white powder from his vest pocket. Merle yells at him when he throws it over the edge of the building but Rick simply ignores him as he walks away.

With the drama being over, you step over to T-Dog, offering your hand as he remains laying on the ground. He stares at you a moment before taking it, letting out a surprised grunt when you pull him to his feet without problem. He thanks you for helping him, not just with getting off the ground but also with getting Merle off of him. He's not even surprised when the only response he gets is a simple nod in return, like you're brushing the entire thing off as no big deal when he knows that without you, he could very well have been beat half to death.

You stand at the edge of the building, staring down at the horde of walkers that were drawn out due to Merle's shooting. Rick walks over, stopping next to you as he talks to T-Dog, asking him about the radios signal. "Like Dixon's brain- weak." Is his simple response. Morales tells him to keep trying just for Andrea to say that there's no point since there's nothing the others can do.

"Got some people outside the city is all. There's no refugee center. That's a pipe dream." Morales explains to Rick.

"She's right. We're on our own. It's up to us to find a way out." Rick states, looking around at the group.

"Good luck with that." Merle scoffs. "These streets ain't safe in this part of town from what I hear. Ain't that right, sugar tits?" He looks towards Andrea, smiling at her. "Hey, honeybunch, what say you get me out of these cuffs, we go off somewhere and bump some uglies? Gonna die anyway."

"I'd rather."

"Rug muncher. I figured as much."

Despite your confusion as to what that even is, you turn your attention back towards Rick. "The streets ain't safe."

"Now that's an understatement." Morales agrees.

"What about under the streets? The sewers?" Rick questions, making Morales turn towards Glenn.

"Hey, Glenn, check the alley. You see any manhole covers?"

Glenn rushes to the other side of the building to check as asked before coming back. "No, must be all out on the street where the geeks are."

"Maybe not." Jacqui cuts in. "Old building like this built in the twenties- big structures often had drainage tunnels into the sewers in case of flooding down in the sub basements."

"How do you know that?" Glenn questions, somewhat impressed.

"It's my job- was. I worked in the city zoning office."

The group makes its way down stairs, leaving Merle alone up on the roof. You all surround an opening in the ground with a ladder leading down into it, obviously being the tunnels you're searching for. After some discussion it's decided that Glenn and Morales will go down into the sewers while Jacqui keeps watch at the top. You, Rick, and Andrea are given the job to keep watch on the doors in case the walkers manage to break through.

"Sorry for the gun in your face." Andrea apologizes as all three of you walk through the department store.

"People do things when they're afraid."

"Not that it was entirely unjustified." Andrea defends. "You did get us into this."

"If I get us out, would that make up for it?" Rick questions.

Andrea looks at him with a shrug. "No, but it'd be a start."

You begin ignoring that two at this point, keeping a watchful eye towards the door while also beginning to search the room for anything useful. There's not a whole lot other than clothes and accessories, and though you're sure some of the others would like some clean new clothes to wear, you know that grabbing any would just be a waste of space. You circle back around to where Andrea and Rick are just as the glass doors shatter, leaving only one barrier between all of you and the dead.

Time is running out, and if you all don't find a way out then you'll have to fight through the horde for a chance for everyone else to get out. You refuse to let anyone die here. Not when you're finally starting to be a part of the group, even just a tiny bit.

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 65- Karma

Chapter Summary:  Tensions heighten when Jen decides enough is enough and creates a plan to take down Amity and Songstress once and for all. Jennie meets Jungkook's parents

Words: 8,000+

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Once the two friends made it to the fifth floor, they walked down the hallway.

"What room is she, again?" Jennie asked.

"Riiight here." they stopped in front of the door.

"Do me a favor and record everything. Live stream it and then end it when you think it's a good time. I'm gonna let this bitch run her mouth a little bit and dig her own grave while you record. It's better for people to truly see who she is in real time before I beat her ass. I'm tired of being nice. I gave her one too many chances. I'm done,"

Angelina prepared her phone and chuckled, "You don't have to tell me twice. I'm proud of you. I know you'll handle business,"

Jennie knocked on the door hard and before she knew it, Trinity opened it up, rolling her eyes. 

"Oh, it's the quitter and the dead weight. What do you want?" she grumbled.

"Where is she?" Jennie demanded.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Trinity, I am not in the mood for games. Open the damn door. Right now." she responded in a hard tone.

A little surprised at how her voice went down an octave, Trinity took a step back and let her in as they saw Hailey looking up from her phone, on the couch.

"Ah, it's the quitter! And the thing." Hailey glanced at Angelina with disgust.

"I'm going to let that comment slide," Angelina replied as she secretly live streamed on social media with thousands of viewers popping in.

"So, what can I do for you, quitter? Why are you here?"

The tension was thick in the room as Jennie glanced around, clearing her throat. 

Gesturing to her, Jen asked, "So, what's up?"

"Nothing is up," Hailey answered, amused.

"Really? Because I could have sworn that I told you to stay away from my boys. Boys. Plural. That includes Jungkook. That includes Jimin. That includes Jin and that includes Taehyung. Did you forget?"

"I know."

"So, why are you around them when I specifically told you to stay away? They are all extremely precious to me. I don't need this type of bad energy around them. I don't want any of them to deal with you. You are not gonna try to mess with their minds or whatever the hell you talked to them about. And you making Jimin insecure about his weight and making him cry? Real low."

"He cried? Oh my God, what a friggin crybaby! I just said what was true. I guess he can't handle the truth then if he wants to whine after I talked about him going on a diet."

"He doesn't need a diet, he's healthy."

"To you, not to me."

"And making the rest uncomfortable? Especially Jungkook?"

"Here we go...I didn't do anything wrong. Look, Jungkook isn't a baby. I think that people should stop babying him and stop thinking that he doesn't know what he's doing when he's around girls. Like me. And no, I'm not interested in the guy. He's very cute, I'll admit but he's not my type. But after finding out what his type is..." she looked at Jennie up and down. "He certainly has low standards...I just told him some advice, that's all. He can't handle the truth,"

"Why can't you just leave me and the members alone? Why do you have to keep doing this to get under my skin? You already have done enough. First me, then Ang, and now Layla? Come on. Are you really that bored and have no life that you just want to bring everyone down for your own gain? It's getting tiring and it's sad. Grow up. When I left I thought I would leave this mess behind me, but you keep coming back and trying me. I am not the one, Hailey,"

She laughed and stood up from the couch, "And what are you going to do about it? Hit me? We all know you're not going to do that. So, I highly suggest you leave this room before I do something I won't regret." 

"Hailey, you know damn well your bum ass can't fight," Angelina called out, causing her to glare at her.

Ignoring Angelina, Hailey turned back to Jennie, "You're weak, quitter. And you're pathetic. You always have been and always will be. If you even think that you'll be able to put your hands on me then you are sadly mistaken. And I want you to ask yourself is your face worth the bruises I'll give you if you want to go that route? When are you going to get it through your thick skull that your stupid group is going nowhere and you left all that success back in America? I mean honestly, I am a way better leader than Rap Monster. He could never touch me. His failed solo attempts prove it. He is nowhere near my level of solos and even Amity's movie songs combined are better than that Fantastic Four song he did."

"Oof...you have done it now..." Angelina murmured, glancing at Jennie who looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep her composure.

She could see that Jen was about to be at her breaking point and was hanging on loose threads to not lash out. Angelina even saw angry comments in the live stream from BTS fans when they heard Hailey speak badly about Namjoon.

"And J-Hope? He is so damn ugly and annoying with his loud ass sound effects. He tries too hard while he dances. Everyone overhypes this guy." Hailey ranted furiously. "It's pathetic and it's nothing special. My girl Trinity dances way better than him and everyone knows it. She can outdo him in any dance battle. Who's next? Jimin, right? I bet he's only there for his abs. Come on, how else is he a member of BTS? He's an insecure, waste of space with low self-esteem and no confidence. With Jin, he's a waste of space too and so irrelevant! He can't sing! He can't dance! He's just there for his good looks. He probably got plastic surgery anyway, why else is he there? To look cute and that's it."

"Oh, and the little weirdo V." she went on angrily. "You see there is something mentally wrong with that alien and he needs to get checked out. I don't understand how anyone thinks his singing is good. It's overhyped and bland. Oh, and Suga...mister Suga. He's a wannabe rapper. His rapping is overrated and I cringe when I hear him rap. I hate every single one of those guys, they are so damn annoying! And then there's you!"

"You're digging your grave pretty deep, Hailey~," Angelina warned, enjoying the frequent comments that were coming in on the livestream. 

She noticed that Hailey's phone kept getting a bunch of missed calls since her phone was on silent. It looked like the YouTube video and this live stream was going viral.

"I don't get how anyone can tolerate you! You can't sing, you can't dance, you can't rap, why are you still doing what you're doing?!" Hailey retorted. "Don't you regret the mistake you made? When you left you see just how better and more successful everyone in this room is except for you?"

"Let's not do this, ladies." Layla tried to get in between them, feeling anxious.

"Shut up, Layla!" Trinity snapped.

"Don't tell her to shut up!" Jennie defended her, glaring at Trinity.

"Or what?"

"Trin, don't jump in this unless you want me to do you like I did Hailey in the studio. Don't try it. Sit down and shut your minion ass up!" Angelina called out. "Y'all we are one dysfunctional girl group, huh?" she said to the live stream while Hailey continued to have her attention on Jennie.

"Exactly what big awards has BTS won? None." Hailey confirmed. "What awards has Amity won? I lost count after 20. You're just...there with nothing but in a group with seven annoying guys."

"Ha! Our leader, Hailey, guys. This is what we went through and more." Angelina called out. 

"Shut up, Angelina!" Hailey snapped, while she ignored her. 

"See what I mean? But none of you wanted to believe me or Jennie or anyone else because you think she is some sort of saint. Oh, and didn't you steal Jennie's songs in her notebook years ago? The songs she worked hard on for weeks alone? Putting them on Amity's new album?"

"Like I said, we made the songs better." she shrugged.

"Wow! Did you hear that? Do you see who this broad really is, guys?" Angelina asked, turning the selfie camera to her before turning it back to Hailey. "Our leader, Hailey, everyone! How y'all doin'?"

Hailey's face turned into fear when she noticed Angelina had been filming the entire time. "W-wait, what is that?! Were you filming!?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our whack ass leader that tormented us for years and isn't who she really is. For all of you giving me and my girl Jennie crap because we left, this was one of many reasons why. And we are fairly doing great without the group. It isn't even a group, anymore. It's Hailey and the backups. And it shouldn't even be like that. A group should be a family and filled with loyalty. Not wanting to outshine everyone. That is not a team. And now you see for yourself. Check out my YouTube video for more tea. Hashtag, Hailey is canceled."

"Wh-what? No, I was just joking! Co-me on, we were all just playing around!" Hailey stuttered and began freaking out, feeling her body flush with embarrassment. "I-I was joking! Right Trin?"

"Yeah, you were joking!" Trinity agreed, nodding frequently.

"Right, Layla? Lay?" Hailey turned to her. "Lay!?"

Layla hesitated. Glancing at Jennie and Angelina for a moment, she turned back to Hailey. After all the crap Hailey had given her, she decided to speak her truth. 

"No...you weren't," she answered in a calm tone.

"What?!" Hailey sputtered.

"Really, Layla?" Trinity glared at her.

"Everything Angelina said is true. I've been going through the same mess they had after they left. I spoke about it in the YouTube video," Layla revealed as Hailey dropped her jaw. "How could you take her songs like that?"

"I-I didn't take anything!" Hailey shouted

"You just said we made the songs better and when we finished recording the songs, you said it yourself that you stole her notebook before she left after you kept asking her to use them. But Jennie didn't want you to use them, but you kept pushing her. And you didn't take no for an answer and you just stole it and she couldn't find it when she was about to leave. Those songs meant something to her. And you just took it for a paycheck for our new album. That's foul."

"She's lying! She didn't take anything!" Trinity exclaimed. "Stop trying to play the victim-"

"Why are you lying for Hailey?" Layla called out. "This is disgusting, why are we doing this? We have done enough damage, this isn't even a group, anymore. Paying all these top singers and rappers for collaborations to get more exposure. Paying people more to take collabs away like you did with Angelina and The Weeknd. Like no, I can't do this, anymore. This isn't right."

Hailey scoffed and shook her head. "And I thought you had my back..."

"And I thought you were our friend. Friends don't treat each other like this. Friends don't stoop this low. Friends don't steal things. Friends don't bully each other." Layla turned to Jennie. "Like I told Rap Monster, I even found your notebook."

"There is no notebook!" Trinity exclaimed as she watched Layla go through her bag.

Soon enough, Jennie saw that slightly torn green college-ruled notebook with some doodles on the front, confirming it.

"I found it in Hailey's studio. I swear to you, I had no idea that these were yours until after we recorded the songs." Layla looked at her earnestly and handed her the book. "As soon as I found out, I didn't think it was fair to you and that's when things started changing with me, Trinity, and Hailey. I began to be the odd one out since you two left."

"Worldstar!" Angelina chimed in, with the camera facing her including the girls in the background. "I'm sorry, I just had to say that just once! Again, how y'all doin' today?"

Jen quickly skimmed past blank pages until she found the one song she was grateful that they didn't find. It was near the end of the notebook and somehow Hailey didn't skim through the entire book. Jennie had randomly named the song Thrive and she wanted to make it into a rock song one day and perform the song with her guitar. Maybe now she has the chance to do so if Bangtan has solo songs like Jungkook wished for during one of the BTS Festas.

She began to tear up as she read one line, feeling the memories come back.

Don't ever ever ever take me for granted...

She wrote it a few weeks before she left. The lyrics weren't songwriter status but the words were meaningful to her and that was all that mattered.

Looking up, Jennie murmured, "Thank you."

"I'll take that to show everyone how similar some of the wording is and do you see Jen's handwriting and her initials?" Angelina took the notebook and scrolled her phone through some of the front pages.

ARMY especially was showing no mercy on social media:

'HAILEY IS CANCELED! HOW DARE YOU MAKE JIMIN CRY AND MAKE THE MEMBERS UNCOMFORTABLE!? I WANNA FIGHT!'

'CHOKE'

'So problematic!'

'OH HELL NO! You made Jimin cry!? This bitch is canceled! I hate her!'

'Congratulations, you played yourself. #HaileyIsCanceled'

'Hailey better have tight security when she arrives back to the USA.'

'A whole mess! GIRL BYE!'

'I knew that piece of trash was problematic.'

'It's what she deserves!'

'I am living for this! Wow! I love this song! Finally getting exposed'

'Hailey who???'

'Hailey, sweetie, you don't want this. Should've chosen your battles wisely'

'She is sooooo annoying and now she finally got shut up'

'I am TIRED! Like I am literally shaking like OMFG!'

'You messed with our Queen and Kings!? Issa problem now! Watch your back when you come back to America!'

'Stealing Angelina's collab with The Weeknd!? Nah, nah, I wanna have a talk with you!'

'Hailey, Hailey, Hailey, you dun lost your muthafriggin mind, hoe!'

'This tea tastes so good today.'

'Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey! Goodbye! #HaileyIsCanceled'

'SALTY and jealous. I knew there was something shady about her.'

'I called it! I knew she was completely obsessed with Jen and Ang.'

'Good she got exposed! Ain't no way they were going to kiss her ass. She really thinks that she MADE them? Hailey, sweetie, it's not all about you. You can't even sing well! Get vocal lessons and then come talk to my girl Jennie'

'It was at this moment Hailey knew...she fucked up. #HaileyIsCanceled'

'With her autotuned ass, she had the nerve to say that she's better than them? Girl bye!'

'Every time I hear her speak, I just hear bullshit. EXPOSED!'

'Hailey, what's good?'

Hailey clenched her jaw and grabbed her phone, noticing the caller ID.

Daddy <3 is calling... 

"Shit..." she nervously murmured. She hesitated before answering, "D-dad-look-I-I didn't know she was filming!" she rambled on, starting to cry as everyone heard loud yelling from her phone. "I'm sorry! I didn't know, okay? I know this looks bad but-pl-okay-dad!"

Ending the live stream, Angelina began cackling at the fear on her face. "Her face is priceless~!"

Meanwhile, Jennie had been listening to Layla's constant genuine apologies for everything that had happened over the years.

"I am so sorry." Layla frowned.

Angelina got on the camera app and started to record a video since she was waiting for Jennie to fight. She had to get it on film. There was no way she was going to miss the opportunity to see Hailey get exactly what she deserved. 

"UGH!" Hailey turned back to Jennie, angrily. "You bitches ruin everything!" she turned to Layla, "Do you realize what you have done to us?"

"YOU. Done to YOU and Songstress. It was the right thing to do!" Layla fired back.

"You fucking bitches are the worst!" She threw her phone directly at Jennie, who used her reflexes to catch it and toss it to the side.

Attempting to blindside her, Hailey decided to run up immediately to go for a strike or at least to pull her hair but Jennie evaded her attack and roughly shoved her back. 

Taking a step forward, she threw an abrupt right hook and it slammed into Hailey's jaw. The Amity leader let out a yelp. The punch affected her quickly as she began to lose her balance, wincing in pain from the unexpected strike. Jen handed a left hook on the face and then another right against her nose, causing her to cry out in pain and crumble to the floor.

Not done, Jennie ended up on top of her, repeatedly striking her face as she couldn't get a hit in, yelling at her to get off. The sudden altercation surprised everyone in the room before Angelina started laughing loudly. Layla, looked satisfied because that shut her up and Trinity looked alarmed and was trying to figure out how to help her friend.

"Talked all that shit and she can't even fight. All she does is sneak or pull hair. I love it!" Angelina laughed as she watched Jennie beat her up. When she noticed Trinity about to get involved, she shouted, "If you jump in I'm beating your ass! Stand back!"

With her hands throbbing, Jennie got off of her and rubbed them. Seeing the damage she had done, Trinity widened her eyes and quickly went to help Hailey, who had held her bleeding nose with tears in her eyes, stunned at what had just happened.

She wasn't expecting Jen to actually hit her or even do anything at all.

"She's bleeding!? Christmas came early tonight! Wow! Her face is swollen, too. Damn. And you still look pretty," Angelina praised as Jennie looked unfazed with her hair and makeup still intact. 

"My nose!" Hailey wailed.

Turning her attention to the beaten up girl, Jennie narrowed her eyes and started speaking to her, "Let me tell you something...Those hits were for the members. Don't you ever disrespect Bangtan, again. J-Hope is handsome and brightens everyone's day with his sound effects. He does try hard because he puts so much effort into his dancing. It's his life and we see that day in and day out when we perform. He is not overhyped. He deserves all the hype he gets for his talent. Trinity is great at dancing, but J-Hope has that unique passion that she does not and I can guarantee that you'll see that in a dance battle between them. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Hobi. With Jimin, abs or not, he is there for Bangtan for his talents. Not for how he looks. I try my best to boost his confidence whenever he feels overwhelmed or unsure of himself but I know that whatever he does, he does it wonderfully and he improves every day. I always tell him how proud I am of him. So don't you come and say to me that he's a waste of space or that he needs to lose weight. He is fine the way he is. Bangtan would not be the same without Jimin."

"Jin's beauty is God given. Surgery cannot make someone as handsome as him," she praised. "He can dance his ass off. He improves with his dancing with every comeback. He tries his best, and Hobi helps him. His dad jokes are the best no matter how cheesy they may be. His cooking is the best and even reminds me of home despite being far away from my family. Bangtan would not be the same without Jin. Rap Monster's solo attempts were not a failure. He is more of a leader than you, that's for sure. He looks out for us and takes care of us which you have never done. His lyrics are meaningful and he has never tried to take the spotlight from the members like you have done. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Namjoon."

"There is nothing  wrong with Taehyung. That guy was the first person I met when I came here. Broken English and still welcomed me with open arms. His singing is great. With that deep voice, his vocals are A-1. He is such a sweetheart and cares deeply for Bangtan. And his silly and loving personality is the greatest. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Tae. You have a lot of nerve to call Yoongi a wannabe rapper. Can you rap like him? Can you rap as fast as him? Do your lyrics have meaning like his? Like he said, you're pretty lucky that you didn't bump into him today. He contributes so much to Bangtan. It wouldn't be the same without him. How can you hate them if you don't even know them? You just want to see everyone fail so you can be the only successful one. And it shouldn't be like that. Fame is getting into your head. You are not the girl I used to know when we all met each other. As you can see and feel, you just got a well deserved ass whooping. So I'm going to ask you some questions to make sure you got my point across. So, are you going to leave everyone from Big Hit alone?"

Hailey glanced at her as she continued to feel pain all over her face. "...Yeah..." she muttered.

"Are you going to leave Layla alone?" Jen asked.

"...Yeah..."

"Are you going to leave Angelina alone and stay out of her success?"

"...Yeah..."

"Are you going to leave me alone?"

"...I'll leave you alone..."

"Good. I hope after this you can renovate your life and go back to your old self when we first became Amity. Not this jealous girl who will dismiss those who helped her be where she is today. You can't just shut everyone out and kick everyone to the curb while you rise to the top. And this is exactly why this group fell apart. We should've been a team. Worked as a team. This isn't a solo. This is a group. Groups work together. Fail together, succeed together. You didn't get this far by yourself. We all contributed something to make the group great. It's not all about you. In the meantime, good luck getting yourself out of this shit storm that has been bestowed upon you. Good night, ladies."

After exiting the room with Angelina and walking down the hallway, Jennie felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

Angelina held onto her excitedly. "That was priceless! You punched the shit outta her! I caught it on video, Suga will be so proud, to see this! No more bullcrap! We're free from this drama!" she checked Twitter. "Yo...BTS fans are showing no mercy on Hailey's social media. She had to put her account on private, it's that bad. Shit...no Crisis PR Manager is going to be able to save her."

"After what she did to the boys, she had it coming," Jen replied.

"For real! I don't think her career will bounce back after this. It's getting worse. It's the number one trend on Twitter as we speak. Even TheShadeRoom is getting into the tea. Hold on, I gotta rewatch this video of you beating her ass."

Deciding to head to her hotel room first to shower before meeting with the members and Angelina, Jen changed into a hoodie and sweatpants.

Hearing a knock on the door, Jen opened it to reveal Layla.

Layla hesitated. "Uh, hi."

"Hey."

"Sorry, I came here out of the blue, um...could I talk to you for a moment? Please?"

"Yeah. Come in."

She walked in and exhaled softly. "I won't keep you long. I'm uh, actually surprised you want to see my face after all that has happened. I just wanted to wish you all the best in BTS. You guys are really good. Your music is pretty catchy, I listened to a few songs. I can see that Songstress was holding you back. It kinda inspired me to branch out and want to start making my own music like you wanted to do. You seem so happy here and I am happy that you found your home in the music industry. Even if it's in another country. Sometimes things aren't always in America, you gotta travel the world and see what else is out there, y'know?"

"I think it's inevitable that Amity will disband. We all have different mindsets right now, we are not in a group mindset like we used to be. It's not fun like it used to be. I realized that when you and Angelina left." she went on. "I started doing things independently, without anyone knowing and I realized that I can do so much more without Hailey holding me back for her own personal gain. I'm really sorry for everything. It was very wrong of me. I shouldn't have been such a follower back then. I was such a bitch, huh? All those things I said and how I treated you and Ang, it was very cruel. I uh, just came here to apologize for everything. I can't take back what I've done to you and I admit that I have done you and Angelina wrong and today I wanted to give back what is rightfully yours. Your notebook. I hope that you continue to be successful here and remain happy. I'm gonna go now. Good luck in Korea." she smiled awkwardly.

"Hey," Jen called out before she could leave. "Tomorrow...I'm going to get breakfast with Angelina. I'd like for you to come."

"Oh...I don't think I should, I mean after all I've done, I don't even think it'd be a good idea to hang with you guys."

"Layla, I have no animosity towards you."

"Why?"

"Because I had already forgiven you."

"After all, I've done?"

"I don't want to dwell over the past, and I don't hold grudges with anyone. Not even with Hailey. Even though 30 minutes ago I broke her nose and pretty much fucked up her face, I just...want to move forward. What's done is done. No more petty drama. I just want to continue to remain happy. It will take time but I'd like to start over with you."

Layla smiled and nodded. "I'd like that very much."

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Later, seated on her bed, Jen thought about everything that had happened. No more sabotaging, no more tormenting. It was finally over. She could finally breathe. No more Amity drama, no more Hailey trying to ruin things for those close to her.

After spending a few minutes to relax, she went back to the members who were all in Namjoon's hotel room he shared with Jimin as they rushed up to her, asking if she was okay.

"Tell us everything!"

"Did you hit her?!"

"Are you hurt?!"

"What happened?!"

There were various questions that she was bombarded with as she sat down. She explained everything and when she revealed that she did beat her up, the members couldn't help but jump for joy.

"There's a video!" Angelina revealed after getting translated on what was going on.

"Did you do the right hook, left hook and then right like I told you?" Hobi asked while Angelina found the video.

"Absolutely." Jen nodded with a smile.

"AHHHHH, I need to see this now! I'm proud of you, munchkin! That's how you have to handle it sometimes."

"She beat the shit outta her~! It was outrageous, I knew she had it in her!" Angelina boasted and showed the video.

"OH!" the boys yelled as soon as they saw the first punch. 

Yoongi continuously laughed with some of the members. This was perfect.

"Oh, mah God," Jimin murmured in English as they watched Jennie on top of her, fighting.

"Hey," Yoongi spoke in English, tapping Angelina on the shoulder. "Video. Phone. My phone."

"You want me to send the video to you? I got you. Okay." Angelina nodded.

"O-oh my! Is that blood I see?" Jin widened his eyes, wincing at each punch. "Amazing."

Namjoon dropped his jaw a little bit at the video, bewildered. "W-wow. You really threw hands. It needed to be done. I'm sure she got the message."

"Oh, yes she did. You won't have to worry about her, anymore." Jen reassured.

"Wow, is this really our Ennie? Our Ennie has some amazing strength. Did-did you see her stagger after the first punch?" Taehyung exclaimed. "I love you, Jennie." he wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug.

"Looks like it." Yoongi proudly said. "Finally, that piece of crap can leave us the fuck alone."

Jungkook smirked as he watched the video. He loved this feisty and protective side of Jennie. She was full of surprises and kept amazing him.

"What's going to happen to her?" Jin asked

"Well...last time Angelina and I checked, she along with Songstress are still getting obliterated. SongStress deactivated all their social media. Hailey deactivated hers, too. Layla is fine, she put hers on private for now. Trinity deactivated hers as well," Jen said. "Amity and Songstress are trending on Twitter and it's all over TMZ and other entertainment news. It's a big scandal. They're getting so much heat, it's not pretty. It's safe to say that Songstress won't be promoting anytime soon with this huge hit to their company."

"Good," he replied. "That'll show them."

"I'm just glad it's over and I hope that all of you are okay. I'm sorry for causing all this mess. Sometimes I think it's my fault you all dealt with this. I didn't think this drama would come all the way over here to you guys."

"Hey, it's all right. What matters is that Hailey won't be causing any more problems for anyone. Don't blame yourself for anything," Hobi reassured and smiled.

On social media, ARMY continuously demolished Songstress for what they had done. Especially Hailey with all the things she said about Bangtan. ARMY praised Jennie for what she had done and it made them love her even more. Angelina even posted a small video of the way Hailey tried to attack Jennie and got beaten down which got more praise.

G-Dragon commented on Jennie's Instagram page, 'From now on, I'll hire you for protection.'

Jen had replied, 'That'll be one pack of smarties per hour :)'

His answer made her smile, 'That can be arranged.'

Other idols had commented:

Bam Bam: Go Jennie!

Jackson: My baby Jennieeeee. Proud of U! Glad u took them down! Now answer my calls! I promise I won't prank call u late at night anymore!

Amber: Another reason why you're so loveable. You stick up for those you love. <3 glad she's out of the picture and can leave you alone.

Zico: Now that was self defense! I remember you venting to me about them. You did a great job handling yourself. 

Taeil: I always knew you were so awesome. Never let anyone bring you down.

Jessi: Miss Bangtan can fight! Badass &lt;3

Checking her phone, she received texts from her sisters,

Vienna: SIS! Angelina sent me the video of you beating the sheeeet outta Hailey! You know, I would've backed you up if you called me but it seems like you had everything handled. I'm sooo proud! Don't tell Alani but you got them hands from me not her :P

Alani: OMG what is going on!? Are you okay!? CALL ME!

Back in her room, she facetimed Alani while Vienna tried to get into the conversation. "Jennie! You beat the crap out of her! I love you!"

"Shush!" Alani exclaimed. "Are you all right?"

"I'm good. I'm perfectly fine." Jen calmly replied.

"How can you be so calm after all this?"

"She's calm because she whooped that ass!" Vienna yelled in the background.

"Are you hurt?" Alani asked, ignoring Vienna.

"My hands still hurt a bit," Jen answered.

"Because she whooped that ass!" Vienna yelled again

"I have to admit, that was funny. You handle yourself quite well. I never thought I'd see the day of you fighting but sometimes you gotta go that route." Alani replied. "Don't ever let no one put their hands on you or mess with those you love. She learned that the hard way after so many warnings. I can't believe she tried to sneak you and still lost the fight."

"Oh yeah, because she whooped that ass!" Vienna laughed.

Later on, Jennie and Jimin decided to go eat at a local frozen yogurt place with hoods on their heads. They got their yogurt and sat across from each other. As she predicted, Jimin happily had a bunch of toppings on his and ate it with delight as they talked about random things.

"Let me see your hands," Jimin said as he gently grabbed them.

"I'm fine. You should see the other girl," she teased as he let out a soft laugh while he examined her knuckles, rubbing his thumb over them. "Jimin, I want to apologize that you had to meet and deal with her. She said some pretty awful stuff, and I wish you didn't have to go through that. You are worth so much more than how you look and I hope you know that you are very dear to me. Never forget that,"

"Ennie, thank you." he smiled in appreciation and kissed the knuckles on one of her hands. "I really needed this, tonight."

"Glad to hear. And can I just say that I love your cheeks? They're cute." she reached out and pinched one of them as he let out a giggle.

As they spent more time together, Angelina had sent various messages,

Angelina: JEN!

Angelina: JEN!

Angelina: JENNIE! OMFG!

Angelina: I KNOW YOU'RE OUT WITH JIMIN BUT GIRL I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE WITH THE WEEKND HIMSELF! HE STILL WANTS THAT COLLAB! AGHGFGHGAAG I LOVE YOU!

Jennie smiled at the messages. Things were finally going the way that they should for her friend. 

Once JenMin arrived back at the hotel, she wanted to play the Wii U with him, so she came with him to his room. But once they had opened the door, they saw Angelina and Namjoon in an intense lip lock, causing Jimin to yell.

"Are you two for real?!" Jen exclaimed, amused while the two rappers turned their heads in shock.

"Shit!" Angelina quickly got off his lap and cleared her throat. "H-hey! How goes it?"

"H-hey, I didn't think you two would be back so soon." Namjoon stood up, flustered.

It was like one plot twist after another, but Jen knew something was going to happen sooner or later. She was happy about it, too.

"Ooooooh, Rapmonie has a girlfriend~!" Jimin ran out to tell the hyungs.

Throwing her arms up, Jennie shook her head and left while saying, "Jesus take the wheel."

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At the dorm, taking a break from studying, Jen scrolled on Instagram and came across a comment, 'Jennie! Did you meet Alex Reid from Rania yet!?'

she replied, 'Ughhhh no! I wish!! I want to meet her! She's so cool! Hopefully one day!'

The two were following each other, liking each other's posts and occasional comments here and there. Throughout the day, a fan war went under the comments as people began to compare Alex and Jen, taking sides. Various comments included:

'I don't want her to meet Alex. Jen is the better black girl in K-Pop anyway.'

'No, she's not! Alex has better hair and can rap better!'

'Jen is waaaay more popular than Alex. And is a better singer'

'So!? Alex has more experience and performs better than Jennie ever could. Time for Jennie to pack her bags and leave Korea! Alex is here!'

'BYE! Rania did a BTS and now has a black girl in a group.'

'Um...y'all know you can love and support both of these girls, right? Why do you have to choose one? They're both representing us and are great at what they do'

'Alex can't even speak Korean but Jennie can. Why come to Korea if you don't even know the language??'

'Alex sounds better speaking Korean than Jennie'

'Jen! You're so much better than Alex. Your Korean is way better. You're prettier and you're the best black girl in K-Pop.'

Although the two girls have yet to meet each other, the comments upset them and they both had called out people to stop trying to put them against each other. The comments were toxic and uncalled for.

Shutting everyone up on her page, Jen commented, 'Stop it. Stop trying to put women against women. Alex is amazing at what she is doing. Do not compare us. No one is better than the other. Let's continue to support us beautiful, talented black females in this industry instead of trying to make everything a competition. Support the melanin. We're breaking boundaries. Also support other black people here, too. Like Lee Michelle and Yoon Mi Rae.'

As the day went on, Jen moped around in her room while consistently listening to the song she would have to play for her guitar midterm. Angelina wasn't here anymore and had to cut her time in Seoul short due to the various interviews demanded about the Songstress and various collaborations that were requested. Work was work, Jen knew that. There were times when she planned to go home but had to cancel because of last-minute scheduling, so this was normal.

"I might have to just take this L," she murmured.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asked. 

He had heard her sigh when he was walking past the hallway and decided to check on her.

"It's my guitar midterm. I think I'm going to fail."

"Why do you think that? You're great at the guitar."

"The teacher assigned us songs and of course, I got a hard one."

"What song?"

"It's an IU song."

His eyes lit up as she laughed at his eagerness. "I knew you were going to react like that."

"What's the song? Tell me!" he sat on her bed.

"It's Love of B. The song is great but that guitar...is so fast! The guitar is so powerful in this one. The flow, the intensity, I don't think I can do that. I have never played the guitar like that before. When I performed Tomorrow, that was fine, but something like this, keeping the consistency and flow, making sure I'm on the beat and strumming every single note, I don't think I-"

"You can, and you will. Show me what you have so far."

She sighed and grabbed her acoustic guitar. "This is easier said than done. Like the teacher will take off points if I mess one note up. It's that strict. I gotta make sure everything is on beat and-"

"Relax. Just show me."

After playing it for him, Jungkook pointed out things that sounded a little off as he listened closely. They even had Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung listen too.

"How do you feel now?" Jungkook asked.

"Much better thanks to all of you. I think I'm ready for this."

"Good! Knock it out! I'll make a celebration dinner for you and Jungkook when you both pass your midterms!" Jin offered

Soon enough when it came time for the midterm, Jen passed her guitar midterm with flying colors while Jungkook did well with his. Bangtan celebrated with a big dinner like Jin had promised.

On Instagram, JRE posted a selfie with the caption, 'Sooo excited that I finally get to announce this! Get ready because Jennie will be hanging out with your boy in January! You heard it here first! Send in questions you want her to answer! We gonna have some fun!'

Once Jen reposted his post with smiling emojis, ARMY freaked out and put their thinking caps on, to think of good questions to ask her.

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Backstage in the waiting room for their concert, Jennie was knocked out, sleeping wildly while Jimin continued filming her. After poking her and messing around, she wouldn't wake up, so he went to begin annoying Hobi, giggling at how he was laying on the couch, trying to sleep.

"Hobi-hyung sleeps like that? I sleep like this." Jungkook crookedly landed on the couch.

Hobi sat up and said, "Suga-hyung sleeps like this."

"I'm not sleeping yet," Suga murmured.

Jennie was oblivious to the guys fooling around and even missed Jungkook's hilarious handstand along with Hobi's.

"Ah, this is too funny!" Jimin cackled. "How is Ennie still asleep after all this?!" he panned the camera to her.

"Where is that air horn that was in the dressing room? Let's prank her and run away." Hobi suggested. 

It didn't take long to find it as the guys stood a few feet away.

"Three...two...one!" Jimin pressed the button, making her wake up frantically from the loud sound.

"I'm up!" she yelled and fell off the couch when he pressed the button again, near her face. 

The guys laughed and ran away while Jen got back on her feet. 

"Assholes! You play too much!" she ran after them while Jimin continued to film.

"AHHHHHHHH~!" was the last thing that was heard on the video, revealing that Hobi had been caught first.

After fooling around, the members prepared for the concert. Jen, already dressed, began to stretch until she heard a question blurted out by Jungkook.

"Hey, my parents are here, tonight. Would you like to meet them?"

It was a little over an hour before the concert and his parents came to see the show. It was an idea that had popped in the Golden Maknae's head for a while, but he hadn't meant to ask her so abruptly. He began to worry if it would be a good idea. Maybe he just made things awkward. 

Comments such as, 'why would she say yes to this offer?' and 'she probably thinks this is stupid' flowed through his brain. But as he saw her smile eagerly, his doubts went away.

"Your parents? Yeah, of course! Why not?"

Pleased with her answer, along with getting another hit of nerves, he grinned brightly. "R-really?"

"Yeah, really."

"O-okay! Follow me." he grabbed her hand as they walked backstage.

The more they inched closer, Jennie began to feel butterflies in her stomach. But she kept asking herself why. It was just her best friend's parents, it shouldn't be that bad. She gave herself a mental pep talk about being herself. Things will go smoothly. 

Before they knew it, they were right in front of them. As Jungkook introduced her, Jennie bowed and smiled kindly.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you!" she beamed, shaking off the nerves.

"Ah, so you're Jennie!" his father pointed out, giving her a friendly aura about him. "My son has told us so much about you."

Jungkook coughed loudly while his mother giggled in the background. Now was not the time for his dad to tease him.

"Oh really?" Jen glanced at Jungkook, amused. "Well, I hope he didn't share anything out of the ordinary."

"I already told them about your losing streak against me in bowling." Jungkook grinned mischievously.

"Of course, you did." she playfully rolled her eyes. "You never give me a chance to win!"

His mom smiled warmly at her and spoke, "Your Korean is very good, and you are very pretty. My son tells us how well you take care of him and the rest of the members. Thank you for looking out for him."

"You're very welcome. And I see where Jungkook gets his kindness from. You're very sweet, thank you." Jen responded. "Jungkook is amazing. I can't even imagine how proud you are of him. I'm very proud of him, too. As we attend our classes together, I help him with English, and that has improved tremendously. It's not easy to learn a new language but he always gets better and better every time he practices. Even on stage too. He works very hard and is always dependable. He's very gifted, that's for sure. It brings me such joy to see him grow so well."

Shooked, Jungkook was astounded by her remark. No one said a word after her statement and she was met with stares. Jennie suddenly felt like maybe she rambled too much after talking so highly of Jungkook like that.

Meanwhile, his parents glanced at each other with knowing smiles. It was official, they adored her. They had never seen Jungkook look so happy before. The way their son shyly smiled and blushed at her words gave them confirmation that everything he had told them about her was true. She truly did make him happy even by just being there, standing there with him. The way he gazed at her lovingly when she wasn't looking gave it all away, too.

Once Jen saw his parents smile back at her, it made her feel relieved as she listened to them express how much they appreciated her for speaking so positively about their son.

"Are you eating well?" his father asked her.

"Absolutely. Living with seven guys and the way that they eat, their appetites rubbed off on me. I eat a lot."

"She bakes pretty well," Jungkook added. "You have to try one of her cupcakes."

"I think it's the icing I use. All I do is follow the recipe on the box," she replied modestly. "I'd love to bake for you if you'd like."

His father nodded instantly in agreement. "That would be wonderful."

"Wow, you and Jungkook really do have the same smile, I see the resemblance. Like father, like son." she shared a laugh with them after seeing them grinning widely.

"Jennie, we need to fix your clothes." a stylist called out from down the hall.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy the show!" she bowed and left. 

"What a fine young lady." Jungkook heard his mom speak brightly, watching her walk down the hallway. "You haven't stopped smiling, Jungkook. She is special to you, hm?"

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, still blushing as his mom continued to tease him.

"So, is she the one?" his father brought up.

"Yes." Jungkook nodded shyly.

"We adore her."

"You do?" his eyes lit up. "I really...I'm...kind of in love with her."

"We noticed by the way you look at her. My little boy is in love. Have you told her?" his mom asked.

"Ah...not yet. After our promotions are over."

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As the concert began, there were various VCRs playing throughout the event. For the individual one, it showed Jen stretching outside on a sunny day and walking around town with her guitar on her back. She then met up with several friends as they chilled at a park on the grass and she had jammed with them while playing the guitar, looking content.

Out of all the concerts they had, this one had to be Jen's favorite. During Tomorrow, she played the guitar the entire time while performing the choreography with a mic attached to her. ARMY thought she looked so cool and had hoped that she would play the guitar more often on stage like this.

With Boys with Fun, the members lightened up the arena as they jumped around and happily performed. While they scattered around the stage, Jen danced around, waving at ARMY and lipsyncing to whoever's verse it was at the moment.

When she sang her verse for the song, she moonwalked down the runway with Jin trying to copy her.

For their other VCR which was their interview, they were asked,

'What were your childhood dreams'

"Oh boy..." Jen laughed softly. "I wanted to do a lot of interesting things. First, I wanted to be a vet because I went to this dog park and fell in love with all these adorable dogs. Then I wanted to be an actress, Rihanna, a teacher, y'know various things. But singing was my calling. I also wanted to be a rock star. I think I'm kind of playing the part now. I'm playing the guitar for some of our songs! It's been a blast."

She tilted her head to the side, pondering, "It was...my sisters who caught me singing in my room one night. I thought no one was home. They recorded me and showed it to our parents. I was so mad. I finally told my family I'd like to be a musician. So, then my dad taught me more about the guitar and I got vocal lessons. And then I took a risk and auditioned for a few companies in Seoul and the rest is history."

'Now that you've become a singer, are you having the most beautiful moment in life?'

"Oh, Absolutely. This opportunity to be here in K-Pop, singing in so many different countries as BTS, is a blessing and it's beautiful to experience. I want to share my vocals with the world. And I'm doing that with BTS. It's amazing."

'Now that your dream of becoming a singer has come true, are you happy?'

"I'm happy where I am right now as a singer, yes. Being somewhere where you have more freedom to show off your creativity, it's worth the blood, sweat, and tears. The fact that people listen to our music is quite touching."

After the show, the Maknae Line chilled backstage, relaxing after the long concert.

"Oh my gosh, your parents are so adorable." Jen nudged Jungkook on the couch. "One day, I have to bring you and the rest of Bangtan to a family cookout in America. It'll be so much fun. I hope that one day we'll have some free time and be able to do that. We're so busy now, we hardly ever see our family and friends. Gosh, I can just see the cookout now...a swimming pool where we can swim with my little cousins and all...it'll be a blast."

"Let's definitely do that. I'm getting excited already!" Jungkook responded. "Hey, so, how did your parents meet?"

"I asked them that a while ago. It's pretty cheesy if you asked me. My dad liked my mom first. They met in high school. Started as best friends...he liked her for so long but kept it to himself. He wasn't a shy guy though, he could talk for hours."

Jungkook smirked softly. "I see where you get your outgoing personality from."

"Are you implying I talk too much?"

"Maybe." he teased.

"Anyway! Haha, he asked her to prom and my mom said yes. That's where they had their first kiss and began to date. My dad always says, who knew the love of my life was my best friend. I always think it's cheesy. Cute but cheesy. He also told me that the love of my life could be right in front of me, watching me and just waiting for the right moment. Ha, do you believe that? Sounds like something out of a romance novel. My mom was kind of in denial at first when my dad told her he loved her. But after some time to think about everything, she realized that he was the one and that she loved him, too, accepting her feelings."

'Sounds like a scenario that I know.' Jungkook thought to himself.

"So, Golden Maknae, how'd your parents meet?"

"To be blunt, my mom fell for my dad first and hit on him."

Unable to control it, Jennie burst out in laughter with Jungkook, while Jimin and Taehyung were listening and watching their conversation closely, sitting next to each other.

"She told me she went after him because he was so good-looking," he added.

"Oh, word? Wow! I love your mom. I bet that's where you got your competitiveness from. I'm sure she let all those ladies know that your dad was going to be hers, huh? I love that. Get your man, girl. I'd do that, too. Let everyone know that the person you want will be yours and no one is going to change that or interfere with your mission."

"Yeah," Taehyung spoke up. "If you want something or someone, you'll do whatever you can to get it. Right, Kookie?"

"Push past everyone to get what or who you want, right Jungkookie?" Jimin added with a smile.

Jen turned to the guys. "Yeah, you're right. Took the words right out of my mouth. Facts."

Jungkook had given the 95 Liners warning glances but took their words to heart. They had a point. He was currently during that, too. He had remembered overhearing a few IKON members talking about Jennie at the Melon Awards. It was backstage, all eyes on her because of that pink dress she wore. One member had complimented on how pretty she had looked that night and some considered maybe one day asking her out.

'Nah, that's Jungkook's girl.' was what Jungkook had heard from them, which surprised him greatly and gave him a boost of confidence. It was getting around that even some idols knew that he wanted her to be his and would be making that move soon.

What amused him was the sound of a lot of disappointed voices from idols when it came to finding out that she was about to be off the market soon. It made Jungkook feel good. Any idols that were lowkey interested in her began to back off because they knew that soon he was going to confess. 

Except for one. But hopefully, that will change soon when he speaks with Bam Bam.