#jk x poc

[hvnnibvni]

Together Again | JJK *Spoiler*

Pairings: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Mature themes. Romance. Angst. Arranged marriage AU. Childhood best friends to lovers AU.

Warnings: cheating, reader is a rope bunny (ALLEGEDLY), hard!dom JK, switch!reader, reader likes to be slutted out, drunken sex, unplanned pregnancy(this is in the end dw😅), cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fighting (talk shit get hit) daddy!kink, praise!kink, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling. Just all around nasty y’all.

Summary: After reader finds her long-term boyfriend in bed with their mutual friend. She moves back into her family home, but under one condition. She has to marry her childhood friend that has been arranged since their childhood. For a wedding gift they go to a mountainous getaway with a group of friends, reader is told that ex and mutual friend get invited, so reader and jk decide to pretend not to know each other to avoid any confusion or miscommunication.

Authors note: This, if not obvious, is my first time writing. Like call me the virgin marry of writing cuz idk what I’m doing. But we gone figure it out though. Anyways some things might change throughout the story just bear with me. This is actually a piece of the end not the whole thing. More of a drabble if you will darling, cuz idk if it’s good or not and Ian trynna EMBARRASS myself. But in all honesty I want honest reviews just don’t hurt my feelings I will cry 😐 I would like respectful constructive criticism, not no “yOu WrItInG DumB HAr hAr🤓” type bs y’all can take that childish shit somewhere else, and other writers feel the same way when people do stuff like that kind of stuff isn’t cute or funny when you’re the only one laughing babes. Sorry I just went on a whole tangent. Anyways enjoy my piece of a piece 😂 (Edit: ex doesn’t have a name neither does the ex bff)

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Everyone is having their own separate conversations when ex bff brings up the fact that y/n doesn’t look like she’s feeling well. Y/n bushes it off but ex bff pushes a little harder and say “I’m just trying to make sure you and your baby are okay” the table goes dead silent, everyone too stunned to speak. Jungkook watching quietly.

“ what is she talking about?” Asks ex bf. Y/n calm as ever replies “ I’m pregnant.” Looking right at (name). “Well I don’t know what to say,” ex bf goes on to say while acting flattered. “I mean you know I’ve always wanted to be a dad-“

“it’s mine.”

Everyone turned shocked to look at Jungkook who’d been sitting quietly the whole time. “How long?” He proceeds to ask, ignoring everyone around them. “Around 8 weeks” y/n responds. “When did you find out?“ His questioning continues “Yesterday morning.” Y/n answered, not missing a beat “why didn’t you tell me?” He interrogates further. “It was going to be a surprise, but it seems plans have changed.” She answers calmly, although she is agitated that her plans were ruined all for a petty jab that gave the latter 5 seconds of satisfaction.

“Wait… what’s going on?” Ex question confusingly. “you know him?” He asks y/n. “Y’a she does, rather well actually. We grew up together” Jungkook answers. “Y/n and I are married.” “WHAT!!” Ex exclaims “Since when?!” Ex continues “because we broke up about 2 months ago. The time checks out. So that would mean you cheated on me.” He reach’s.

“Well not exactly.” Jungkook goes on to explain. “Y/n and I were arranged by our parents when we were little. But then she chose to be with you and was disowned by her family. So when you guys broke up, she went back to her family under the condition that she marries me. How it was always supposed to be.” He finishes looking at ex.

“So wait.” Everyone turns to look at ex bff. “Y/n isn’t some poor gold digger “ex” found off the street? I don’t believe that.” She says spitefully. “I’ve know y/n for years and not once has she ever showed she is the heiress like you all say. I mean how come i’ve never seen or heard about her? Huh? Riddle me that?”

“Do you not know what disowned means you mamahuevo? Eh? Does anything flicker between the last two brain cells you have AI COÑAZO CULO! EL BURRO SABE MAS QUE TU!!” Gabriella screams at ex bff fed up with her bs this weekend, bout ready to jump her if she wasn’t worried for y/n’s stress levels.

“This is some Penelope Douglas ass shit bitch.” Meimi whispers to Jimin next to her waiting to see what happens next.

[whyse7vn]

Us -

[ot7 x reader]

AGUST DUI 🛴🔥

7 participants - 7 online

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tae: ok raise your hand if you think yoongi should of died in the crash

namjoon: why would you say that?

tae: jungkook raise your hand

jk: ok

tae: not in real life the emoji please

jk: ok sorry

wait how did you know i raised my hand in real life??

tae: just do it

jk: like nike LOL

tae: i’m going to skin you alive

jk: sorry

🙋🏻‍♀️

tae: why are you a woman

jk: gender is a construction

hobi: construct

jk: control

hobi: we are not playing a game

i am correcting you

jk: oh

tae: connecticut

hobi: stop

tae: i wanted to play :(

hobi: it wasn’t a game can you read

jk: omg i know someone from connecticut

i think

jin: you have no friends don’t lie jungkook

jk: no i swear i do

tae: he does

hobi: don’t act like you know

tae: i know

hobi: who is jungkooks friend then?

tae: jungkook tell this idiot ☠️

hobi: i’m asking YOU to tell me

jk: i don’t know who it is

but i know

i’m going to go insane who is it ohmygod

y/n: jaehyun lmao

hobi: oh

jin: yikes

jk: i’m sorry

tae: how dare she lmao like she didn’t just cook my first born alive by saying that name

jk: she typed it btw

tae: that’s not the point jungkook

i’m throwing up

jk: ur right me too

i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry

y/n: ???

don’t be sorry

jk: >.<

yoongi: lol

jin: tf he laughing at?

yoongi: we’re always talking about jaehyun for some reason

hobi: be fr

yoongi: …

y/n: shouldn’t you be dead from the crash or something

tae: IM SAYING LIKE

jk: maybe he’s still drunk

hobi: LMAOOOO

yoongi: i did not crash

namjoon: he just fell over guys

yoongi: right

jin: ofc the bitch with no license is defending the other bitch with no licence

y/n: typical 🙄

yoongi: why do you know he’s from connecticut

y/n: what????

namjoon: uh??

jin: wasn’t he JUST complaining about how much we talk about you know who…

hobi: kook was right this man is still off the juiceeeee

ha juice by shinee

i’m so funny wow

tae: if we think about it wtf is connecticut

what the fuck is that srsly

i hate that

what does that mean

america is so strange

another white thing i don’t get

i hate white people

jin: ur borderline white

tae: wtf is wrong with you never say shit like that again

ur borderline old

ur borderline dying

AND ur paler than me

like wtf

this poc erasure

someone get him

jk: connecticut more like connectiYUCK 🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢

EWWUUUUUU 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

hell on earth

yoongi: what

namjoon: ?

yoongi: are we talking about again

i just lost my train of thought

hobi: choo choo

y/n: chuu chuu

namjoon: jaehyun…

jk: 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤢🤢

tae: AND we are talking about poc erasure if you even care

you probably don’t

because you’re a racist

just like your father namjoon

jk: yoongi is older than namjoon

btw

tae: ok???

maybe i wasn’t even talking to yoongi

jk: ok i’m sorry

tae: it’s ok son

hobi: who the fuck were you talking to then?

tae: well yoongi but like maybe i wasn’t at the same time yk?

y/n: shut up

jk: yes

y/n: ?

tae: ok raise ur hand if you think hoseok is being unnecessarily mean to kim taehyung the 3rd today

namjoon: anyways

yoongi are you ok??

yoongi: yeah sorry my head is just all over the place rn

forget everything i said

hobi: is this due to your alcohol consumption

or is it your age getting to you LOL

since your old

older than namjoon

jk: older than namjoon

jin: jungkook is 27 btw

y/n: 23 forever

jin: that’s almost 30 yk?

hobi: at least it’s not 31

yk…

like you

jin: ok

jk: ok !!!!

namjoon: yeah i don’t know what you wanted to get out of that one…

jin: kys

ALL of you

hobi: ❤️

jk: love is love

y/n: awoman

jk: awoman

tae: if you all loved me you would send me a stack

hobi: notice how no money is being sent to your account

take that into consideration

tae: how about you consider my fist in you face

ok i take that back

hobi: don’t

y/n: bryson tiller

tae: why not :(

you didn’t even know what i was gonna say hobi >.<

hobi: namjoon tell him to shut up

namjoon: tae please

tae: yeah ok 😔

cuz you know i do NOT want the smoke

he might do me like he did jaehyun 😭🙏🏼

hobi: will you STOP bringing that up

tae: will you send me a STACK?

hobi: no

tae: then NO

namjoon: both of you stop

also where is jimin??

physically i mean

like do any of you know?

yoongi: y/n’s house i think

y/n: no he’s not??

tae: woah

jk: btw that is also my house yoongi

so y/n AND jungkook’s house

yoongi: y/n and jungkook’s house then

y/n: he’s not here

yoongi: but he was

y/n: how do you even know that??

yoongi: i just do

y/n: ok ????

yoongi: ok

jk: ok \ ^0^ /

tae: wait

jk: JIMIN WAS IN OUR HOUSE ?????

jin: keep up ohmugod

jk: LIKE PHYSICALLY IN OUR HOUSE

WHERE I SLEEP AT NIGHT???

y/n: he wasn’t in my room no

if that’s what ur asking

jk: BUT HE WAS HERE???

AFTER HE WAS SO MEAN SO EVIL?!

y/n: it’s been weeks i was gonna talk to him at some point ig

hobi: communication is key!

not key from shinee btw

jk: WHEN DID HE COME????

WHY DID HE COME????

y/n: he came a few weeks ago

august 6th ? i think

to talk about everything and apologise

jk: you let him in?

tae: LIKE…

y/n: yes

jk: and where was i?

y/n: it was a wednesday so ur boxing class?

jk: i’ve been staying back for those classes

so he came late right?

y/n: yeah

jk: did you invite him?

y/n: no he kinda just showed up

jk: and you still let him in??

y/n: yes jungkook

jk: why didn’t you tell me??

y/n: i wasn’t trying to keep it a secret or anything it just a lot

like a lot seriously

i wanted to give both me and jimin some time to process it all before we brought it all back to you guys

but i was going to tell you

all of you

jk: yeah but like it’s been weeks…

namjoon: to be fair i also did talk to

jimin and didn’t tell anyone

jk: namjoon

jin: also did that

hobi: u all know i talked to him so…

jk: guys???

i’m confused like what he said was wrong but you’re all still talking to him

like everything’s ok???

namjoon: he apologised to her kook

jk: FUCK HIS APOLOGY?????

tae you get it right?? you didn’t speak to him right??

tae: no i get it

i get you

i understand fully

but i won’t lie to you

i DID speak to him

on the phone

only for 5 minutes tho

i counted

i just wanted to make sure he didn’t yk like kill himself or something…

you know jimin is weak like that

not calling people who commit suicide weak but like calling jimin weak cuz that’s what he is

jk: TAE?????????????

tae: SORRY SUICIDE IS REAL YK?

AND LIKE IT DOESNT TAKE AWAY FROM THE FACT THAT I STILL WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE

i was just

uh

checking?

namjoon: you can say you were worried about him you know that

jk: SHUT UP???£/8/8/8,&&:&,

NO HE CAN’T

YOU ALL HAVE NO BACK BONE /£2&/&&:&:

NO LOYALTY

HE BASICALLY CALLED Y/N A WHORE AND YOUR ALL FRIENDS WITH HIM AGAIN??????

LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?????

tae: NO I’M MAD IM STILL SO FUCKING MAD THE FUCK????

FUCK JIMIN I MEAN IT

jk: you are a liar

LIKE

guys what£/£/&/&:&:

i thought you guys were better than this ???

i thought you all cared

jin: don’t be stupid

of course we care

jk: then act like it????

y/n tell them

y/n: jungkook

jk: tell them

in fact

jk added jimin to “AGUST DUI🛴🔥”

jk: tell ALL of them

y/n: jungkook please

jk: y/n seriously

jimin: hey

jk: shut the fuck up

tae: dude

i know ur upset and angry but doing this rn isn’t gonna solve anything

namjoon: he’s right jungkook

ur acting on emotion and not thinking properly right now

jk: IM not thinking properly???

was jimin thinking properly when he called her a slut and then ran away like a bitch?? was he????

namjoon: obviously not jungkook

hobi: but they’ve talked it out and he’s said sorry

jk: HIS SORRY DOESN’T MEAN SHIT

WHAT DO YOU GUYS NOT UNDERSTAND?

his fucking sorry means nothing

him saying sorry doesn’t take back the words he said

or any of the hurt he caused

namjoon: jungkook like she told us they’ve talked about it and he’s apologised

i not sure what more you want

jk: I WANT YOU GUYS NOT TO MOVE ON SO FUCKING FAST??

I WANT YOU GUYS TO AT LEAST TELL HIM HOW FUCKED UP THAT ALL WAS

BOTH PUBLICLY AND PRIVATELY

he should be walking around eggshells around us rn

you guys should be giving him a hard time

not wondering where he is or whether he’s depressed or not

and you wanna know something?

after it all happened she cried for hours

hours

i have genuinely never seen her so upset

she told me not to tell anyone but i have to so guys can fucking understand

and the fact that we didn’t even know that her and jimin spoke???

does that not bother you all?????

the fact that she was “so fine” and “okay” about the whole situation but didn’t tell us that they had supposedly ‘made up’

tae: she said that she was planning on telling us

jk: yeah but she didn’t did she? it’s been weeks

she said they spoke august 6th right?

we are quite literally in a whole new month

and you ALL should know that when she doesn’t tell us things it’s because she’s upset

you should KNOW her

and how she deals with things

you all claim to care but i’m yet to see how

you know i was really excited about this

we were all you know realising

and coming to terms with this

us

i thought that we felt the same

but this has shown me that you guys don’t even feel a quarter of what i do for her

and you probably never will

the way that you all just took her word for her being fine and okay about the whole situation without actually genuinely checking in with her is insane and the way you all rushed to make sure jimin was ok was even crazier

i just

whatever

bye

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as you can probably tell this was supposed to be released last month but i tried to adjust it as much as i could

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#happytimessoon >.<

[blairwaldcrf]

I really have to do everything myself huh

literally one of the only times I've ever wanted crossover fic... and I found nothing?? 😭 does anyone have a rec for OLS/RWRB crossover fic?

[ohmtoff]

Chasers and the Game for My Heart

Nick Sturniolo x Poc!OC Hogwarts AU

Summary: The first time Nick meets Kevin Thomas, the seventh-year Gryffindor chaser, it’s because the boy saves him from a bludger to the face.

Contains: fluff, most probably inaccurate hp stuff, part veela!triplets, slytherin!nick, gryffindor!oc, gryffindor!chris, hufflepuff!matt, hufflepuff!madi

WC: 5053

Disclaimer: i am not a black person. to depict the character i did research by looking at @writingwithcolor and also asked the darling @nickuniversity for help, tysm girl <3 i don’t support jk rowling and her transphobic, anti-semitic, and zionist remarks (and all others i cant remember bc honestly that woman can’t stfu)

a/n: this is for the darling anon who requested poc!oc, so sorry bby that you had to wait long😭 since this is my first time writing a black character, pls don’t hesitate to criticise me if i say anything tone deaf, innacurate, or offensive. im rlly willing to learn <3 okay hope you enjoyyy!!

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The first time Nick meets Kevin Thomas, the seventh-year Gryffindor chaser, it’s because the boy saves him from a bludger to the face.

Nick is getting some reading done -hiding out- up on the Slytherin quidditch stands after leaving the library, having grown tired of the group of girls that are always trailing after him sighing and batting their eyes at him, an irritating side effect of his veela heritage. He’s deep into his Herbology book making notes, trying desperately to remember the steps and ingredients to make a Strong Invigoration Draught, that he easily ignores the Gryffindor quidditch team starting practice on the pitch. He’s re-reading a passage on Sneezewort when he hears a loud smacking sound and a ‘watch out!’

Nick looks up and freezes as a bludger comes hurling towards him at top speed. He’s always had shit reflexes, a side effect of having the athletic skills of a drowning sloth, so he can’t move or really think. His brain uselessly supplies that getting his nose broken by a stupid ball when he doesn’t even play quidditch is going to suck, and yet he does nothing but close his eyes, hold his breath, and waits for impact.

Seconds pass.

No ball slams onto his face except for the wind that blows his hair out of his face. He opens one fearful eye and instead of seeing a bludger racing towards him, he sees a giant with luminous locs tied into a ponytail on a broom in Gryffindor colors and a wooden club in his hand.

“That was a close one,” the guy says with a wide smile calmly doing small circles on his broom, like Nick’s face wasn’t almost rearranged. Nick watches as one of the boy’s teammates flies by and the guy throws the club back at him.

“You’re not a beater,” Nick blurts out, his heart is still racing, his brain latching onto unimportant nonsense.

“Nope, Chaser,” he gets in answer, the smile on the boy’s face is sunny and happy like Nick has done a neat trick by noticing. “Lucky for you I was quick enough to grab a beater’s bat and get to you, would be a shame to damage a pretty face like yours.”

Nick feels his face turn red in embarrassment and irritation, it wasn’t the first time a boy teased him about his looks. “This pretty face wouldn’t have to worry if your team was better.”

“Ooh,” the boy grins, his amusement evident and annoying Nick even further. “Slytherins and their sarcasm. That wasn’t very nice, Nick.”

The boy lands his broom down to put his feet on the stand in front of Nick, giving the brunette boy a view on how tall he really is.

Nick narrows his eyes at the boy, “You know my name?”

“Male veelas are rare, even if you’re only a quarter veela, you stand out,” he gets in return with a shrug. “I pay attention.”

The guy winks at him and Nick tells himself his heart is beating out of his chest from the near-death experience and not the boy in from of him. He pulls at his green and silver scarf up, hoping it will hide any redness on his cheeks.

Is he flirting with me?

“Oh, and you got the same face as my captain, so I kinda figured.”

“Oh,” okay that makes more sense.

“Nick!” Speaking of said captain, Chris flew quickly towards him and drops onto the stand with a loud thud. “Holy shit, you okay?”

“Maybe train your team better so I wouldn’t almost get my nose beaten in, fucking idiot.”

The brown skinned boy raised his eyebrows, vision darting between the two brothers.

“Why the fuck were you here anyway? Oh look at me, reading a book at the quidditch stands like a goddamn loser,” Chris jabs back with a mocking voice.

“Putting in work as the only one with a brain between the two of us.”

“Ooh!” The boy lets out a surprised noise then cackled, putting a fist up to his mouth to stifle it.

Both Nick and Chris turn towards the laughing boy. “Shut up, Kev,” Chris lets out with a sigh while also chuckling, making the other apologize with a grin.

Chris turns to Nick again, “Be careful next time, I don’t wanna get a howler from mom. Let’s go Kev, practice isn’t over yet.” Nick was baffled and started sputtering because why the fuck should I be the one careful? It’s your team’s fault! while “Kev” groans.

As Chris flies back onto the pitch, Nick glances towards the tall boy and realizes he hasn’t introduced himself. “You know my name but I don’t know yours, I feel at a disadvantage.”

Nick gets that sunny smile again, “Kevin Thomas, seventh year Gryffindor.”

“Well, Kevin Thomas, seventh-year Gryffindor,” Nick says standing up gathering his books, “thanks for the save.”

“No problem, Nick,” Kevin answers as he mounted his broom and flew himself off the ground with practiced ease, his lips quirking upwards. “Like I said, any damage to that face would be a tragedy.”

“Ha, ha, mock the veela,” Nick says dryly. “Funny.”

Kevin gives him another casual shrug. “Who’s joking? Your face is pretty. Trust me I have spent a lot of time staring at it. Veela or not, that’s just a fact. Later, Nick.”

Nick stares after the boy with his mouth slightly parted in shock at the boy’s comment, he feels himself go red, but as he takes the steps down he can’t help the small smile on his face.

***

It seems now that they have introduced themselves, Kevin is everywhere in the castle. Nick’s sitting with Matt and Chris at the Hufflepuff table in the great hall, munching on their breakfast while trying to ignore the stares of girls from every house table when Kevin walks by with a group of Gryffindor seventh-years.

“Morning, Nick,” Kevin says, slowing his stride when he spots Nick. “You look lovely today,” Kevin continues, still walking but body always facing Nick even when his group has already passed by. He makes a self-satisfied smile when Nick chokes on his juice. “Enjoy your breakfast.” He finally notices the two same faces looking at him with confusion, “Chris. Matt.” Both said boys nod at him and voice their own greetings.

Nick watches him stop, swallowing hard when Kevin throws him a wink over his shoulder as he sits at his table. He notices that Kevin lets his locs hang loose today, differing from when he first met him. His locs reach his shoulder with a few strands adorned with gold jewelry. Nick turns back to his brothers red-faced, his stomach doing weird flips and jumping jacks to find them staring at him hard.

“What the hell was that?” Matt asks, the first one to recover while Chris still stares at him wide-eyed. “Why is Kevin Thomas hitting on you?”

“He’s not hitting on me,” Nick argues, sounding weak even to his own ears. Chris snorts causing Nick to make a disgruntled face at him.

“Oh shit, why does Nick look grumpier than usual?” Madi asks as he comes to sit down next to him.

Nick opens his mouth to also argue that comment, but Chris beats him to the punch.

“Kevin Thomas has a crush on Nick,” he blurts out loudly and Nick cringes, stooping down when more than one person around them looks over at them.

“Chris,” he hisses. “Shut up.”

“He said you looked lovely, bro,” Matt adds in and Madi squealed.

“Oh shit, that means my own bro thinks I look lovely, ugh,” Chris pretends to hurl at that.

“Damn, Nick, you pulled Kevin Thomas!” Madi lets out a high pitched squeal again, ducking when Nick half-heartedly tries to slap the back of her head. Nick could hear a couple murmurs and whispers from around the table and he wishes he could jump from the nearest tower.

“Guys, shut the fuck up. We literally just met a few days ago, how can he be into me?” Nick grumbles.

Both Matt and Chris snort in front of him. “You’re acting as if we don’t genetically attract people,” Matt says with a nonchalant tone. Nick ignores the slight pinch on his chest at that remark.

Chris adds, “Yeah, even Madi had a crush on us.”

“That was literally when I was a first year, can you shut up!” The fourth year Hufflepuff whines while the brothers let out a roar of laughter, embarrassed remembering her silly little crush on her best friends years ago. The triplets met Madi as a third year when she was just a first year fresh out of the sorting hat. They were at the great hall chatting when a tiny and meek girl gave them love letters then ran away. The boys at first were apprehensive with her as they were with any girl who throws themselves at them, but after she got closer to them and saw their antics, which sometimes involve burping on her face and throwing food from the dining hall at each other, she knew she just loved them as friends, and the boys did too.

“Wait, you know him?” Nick questions, ignoring the ‘duh’ look Madi throws his way. “How? I get that both Chris and Matt know him because they both play Quidditch, but what about you?”

“Everyone knows him, maybe if you join us when we watch Quidditch matches once in a while, you’ll also know that he’s one of the best chasers competing now. He’s super fast,” Madi divulges while taking a bite of the roasted chicken, judging her best friend for being the hermit that he is.

Chris nods, “That’s true, I’m so lucky he’s a Gryffindor.”

“Hufflepuff is still gonna beat your ass though in the next match. With Thomas or not,” Matt says with pride and a smug smile as a beater of the Hufflepuff team, prompting them to argue and yap for the next few minutes which Nick is used to tuning out as one with no interest at all in the sport.

Madi also had no interest in hearing them banter so she turned towards Nick with a smirk, “So, how did you meet him?”

Nick explains to her the bludger incident and Kevin’s comments after he saved him. Madi listens with a concentration she reserves for when they gossip, and everytime he tells her about anything Kevin said to Nick, she’s fully convinced that the tall boy most definitely has a crush on Nick. He doesn’t want to admit it but god did it feed his delusions.

They continued eating and as the minutes tick away, conversations dwindle and students start to filter out, drawn towards their impending classes. Nick remembers that he hasn’t done his Charms homework and lets out a long quiet “Fuck”.

“I’m gonna go, I want to stop by the library before Charms. Bye guys,” Nick walks to leave the great hall, feeling a stare on him that he knows isn’t his brothers’ or any of his admirers’ but a pretty boy with deep dark eyes.

***

A part of him isn’t exactly surprised when he walks out of the library and finds Kevin leaning against a wall across from him. The Gryffindor ditched his robe so he was only wearing his white shirt and grey sweater, highlighting his broad chest.

“Hey Nick,” Kevin greets him again, pushing against the wall to stand up straight to his full height, hands tucked into his pockets.

“Kevin,” Nick acknowledges, grateful he doesn’t stammer even though his heart raced faster than any chaser known at the sight of the boy.

Kevin smiles, falling into step. “Going to Charms?” he asks. Nick nods trying not to read too much into Kevin knowing what his next class is. “I’ll walk you.”

“Don’t you have a class of your own to get to?” Nick can’t help but question, even though he’s secretly thrilled at spending a little more time with the boy.

“I have time,” Kevin answers just as easily.

“Okay.”

They walk silently towards the charms corridor on the second floor with only a few sneaky glances from both of them. As they climb the stairs, a group of fourth year Gryffindor girls walk by, giggling as they spot Nick, making him sigh. Kevin chuckles next to him and Nick shoots him an irritated look that makes him laugh even harder.

“That happens a lot?” Kevin questions moving closer to him as the girls get closer.

“More than I would like,” Nick says, ignoring one of the bolder girls, Emma, who stops on the steps and tries to give him some really awkward bedroom eyes. Nick was never one to hide his judgements so he stares back at her and cringes. Kevin takes a step even closer to him, his hand brushing against Nick’s as he does so. Startled, Nick looks up at him with wide eyes, but Kevin ignores him and instead stares at Emma until she huffs and keeps moving.

Once she’s left, Kevin doesn’t move away but continues to walk with Nick up the stairs, his hand continues to brush Nick’s and he swallows hard when in one brush Kevin hooks his pinky with his.

“There are worse things than being popular with girls,” Kevin comments like he isn’t practically holding Nick’s hand and Nick isn’t screaming in his own head.

“You would know, do you?” Nick teases back, noticing that some of the girls were looking at the taller as well. Kevin laughs at that then made an arrogant shrug.

“It is when you know it’s because of your biology,” Nick answers the previous question and in a bold attempt, moves to intertwine more of their fingers together. He lets out a small puff of breath when Kevin doesn’t pull away and he sneaks a peek at Kevin to find his gentle eyes gazing into his blue ones deeply.

“Besides,” Nick continues to brave. “Girls aren’t really my thing.”

Nick looks down to hide his blush when that gets him another tender smile.

***

Nick isn’t sure how he finds himself a few weeks later back in the library with Kevin sitting across from him.

That’s a lie, Nick and Kevin talk everyday ever since Kevin walked him to his Charms class. Small comments in the great hall turn to full blown conversations with Kevin sitting next to him and his brothers, and the taller boy walking him to class became a routine now with Kevin even holding his books for him. Next thing he knew, studying alone became study dates.

Kevin is working on his Herbology homework while Nick works on Transfiguration. At least he’s trying to work on it, Headmistress McGonagall likes to pop into her old class from time to time and Nick liked to be on his game, but he found that it was kind of difficult when there was a pretty boy in front of him who keeps knocking his feet against his.

The warm library lighting illuminates Kevin’s skin, casting a gentle glow that highlights the intricate gold jewelry intertwined with his locs. Today, his hair is done in a half-up half-down hairstyle with a few strands in the front left untied. His brows are furrowed with concentration and his hands are diligently taking notes, veins popping up more than usual. Nick undeniably loves serious Kevin.

“You’re staring,” Kevin murmurs without looking up from his book, his quill in hand. He looked at Nick from under his eyelashes, his lips quirking upwards. In the gentle flicker of the warm candlelight, Nick can see how those dark eyes ignite, the candle fire dancing on those irises.

You’re playing footsies with me, Nick wants to shoot back, but instead he shifts his foot, letting it slowly trail up Kevin’s leg and it’s Nick’s turn to grin when Kevin’s breath hitches and stares at him in surprise.

Nick gives him a challenging look that says ‘two can play this game’ and Nick watches, his face red as Kevin bites down on his plush lip to control his grin.

“So,” Kevin starts hesitantly and Nick frowns because it’s not a word he’s waiting to hear. He would much rather hear words along the lines of “hide” and “kiss”.

“Yeah?”

“Hogsmeade weekend coming up, are you going?”

Nick can feel a smile tugging at his lips as he watches Kevin fidget with his quill, getting some ink on his fingers. “I was planning on it.”

Kevin licks his lips as he looks at Nick. “Are you planning on going with anyone?”

Nick smirks at that, letting a small chuckle when Kevin narrows his eyes playfully at him. “Usually I would go with my brothers and friends, but Matt and Chris are both going with their housemates and Madi’s going with her boyfriend, soooo I’m all by myself unless somebody comes up and offers to accompany my lonely self.”

He stares back at the other calmly, grinning when Kevin lets out a huff. “You’re teasing me.”

Nick mockingly points at himself. “Me? Never.”

Kevin rolls his eyes but is smiling widely. “I don’t even know why I like you so much, you’re a brat,” Kevin says, the fondness in his voice taking any sting away from the words. Kevin sets aside his book and quill to give all his attention to Nick. “Will you go with me?”

Nick looks at Kevin for another moment, taking in the way Kevin looks at him with a hopeful expression, like the possibility of Nick wanting to spend time with him at Hogsmeade will make his day or more. Suddenly feeling shy, Nick nods.

Kevin rewards him with a beaming grin.

***

“So your mum’s a half-veela, and your dad’s a muggle-born?” Kevin asks as he and Nick walk leisurely through the chilly streets of Hogsmeade, other students walking by, coming in and out of shops. A few nod in their direction and some whisper but luckily none approach either of them, letting Nick enjoy Kevin all to himself.

“Yup. My mom’s from Portugal but she chose to go to Hogwarts instead of Beauxbatons because her family hates the French,” the other chuckles, “and thanks to her, she met this silly irish-italian bloke at school who is my dad.”

“Well, say thanks to your mum and her family for me,” Kevin says and winking. Nick honest to god giggles like a little girl at that.

“What about you? What’s your family like?” Nick asks back as he bumps into Kevin when a group of third years excited to be out of the castle rush past him. Kevin puts his arm around his shoulder, pulling him close to him and away from the crowd, his arm stays on his shoulder once the group has passed and Nick finds himself being bold and snaking his arm around Kevin’s waist. Nick looks up at the taller boy who’s sporting a small shy smile.

Kevin tilts his head, “Way less interesting than yours. Dad’s a half-blood and mum’s a full-blood. Both went to Hogwarts but never met each other here. Both came to London for work where they met then they gave birth to yours truly,” he refers to himself with a curtsy, Nick wonders whether he has ever laughed this much with anyone. “Oh, and my dad fought in the second wizarding war. He was friends with Harry Potter.”

“What?! Enough about me, that fact is already cooler than any of my family lines!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, my dad’s pretty cool. Always grateful he survived and met my mum. If not, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Nick admits, his cheeks tinted pink.

Kevin stops walking, with his arm still around Nick, he leans in, his forehead brushing Nick’s hair. “Me too.”

Nick clears his throat when Kevin pulls away, his face burns more than ever before. “So, where are we going?”

“What are you feeling?”

Nick gives Kevin a teasing look. “Wow, you asked me out and you don’t even have a plan? So much for feeling special.”

“You’re very special,” Kevin answers honestly instead of responding to the teasing and Nick rolls his eyes but can’t stop the wide smile from taking over his face.

“How about Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop?”

Nick makes a face at the suggestion causing Kevin to laugh at him.

“Wow,” Kevin says, still chuckling, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s a no.”

“That place is so tacky.”

Kevin shakes his head, “It’s supposed to be romantic, you don’t want to hold my hand over tea in a place with steamed up windows?”

“I can hold your hand right now,” Nick answers, demonstrating by doing just that. “See?”

Kevin looks down at their joined hands and then back at him, his expression pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah,” he says softly, squeezing Nick’s hand before they start walking again. “How about the Three Broomsticks then we go to Honeydukes?”

Nick nods, “Now you’re talking.”

***

After they got butterbeers at Three Broomsticks and picked up some candy at Honeydukes, Nick and Kevin walk slowly back towards the castle, this time with Nick’s arm curling around Kevin’s bicep.

Nick is sucking on a liquorice wand, while Kevin gambles with his taste buds with a bag of every flavor beans, Nick finds himself watching Kevin, giggling every time he makes a face about a new undesirable flavor.

“What was that one?”

“I think tripe,” Kevin answers wrinkling his nose at the taste playing it up to make Nick laugh again. “How’s yours?”

Nick gives the liquorice wand a lick before sucking on it some more, he smirks around the candy when he sees Kevin’s eyes drift down to his mouth, Nick stops and comes to stand in front of Kevin pulling the candy out of his mouth. “Better than yours, want a taste, get the tripe flavor out of your mouth?”

“Sure,” Kevin answers, reaching for Nick’s candy but Nick pulls it out of reach while stepping closer to the other. Going on his toes, he leans up brushing his lips against Kevin’s, once, twice, three times, his eyes open to watch Kevin’s reaction, taking in the way Kevin’s eyes widen and his breath shortens. Nick starts to pull back down when Kevin is spurted into action, his large hands come up and cradle Nick’s head, his fingers sinking into Nick’s brown hair, his lips slated over Nick’s, making a noise as he chases the sweet taste in Nick’s mouth.

Nick sighs into the kiss, his hands going to Kevin’s sides to steady himself, suddenly feeling lightheaded as Kevin takes his time with the kiss.

When Kevin pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed against Nick’s, his nose brushing his and he smiles that same beaming smile he gave Nick the first time on the pitch. “You’re right, tastes much better.”

***

Nick is sitting with Matt and Madi again for breakfast, this time at the Gryffindor table which is buzzing with excitement for the upcoming match versus Slytherin. Chris is sitting next to them with the Gryffindor quidditch team, giving a pep talk to motivate the team and discuss strategies.

“I’m kinda offended you never watch my games but you jump to watch the first one now that you have a boyfriend,” Matt says.

Nick lets out a long groan, “Ugh, fine, I’ll watch your matches next time. Don’t expect me to enjoy it though, the supporters are barbaric.”

“You’re going to root for me, right?” Nick hears a familiar voice and turns around in his seat to find Kevin already dressed in his quidditch uniform standing behind him, his expression warm as he looks down at Nick. It’s been over a week since their date and they’ve spent every free moment together and yet Nick can’t believe this boy with his pretty smile and gentleness for him is for Nick to keep.

“Hi, Kevin!” Madi greets him loudly, interrupting Nick and Kevin’s staring. Nick watches as Kevin looks amused at his best friend and greets her back, extending his hellos to Matt who nods at him. Kevin straddles the bench Nick is sitting on, leaning in close to him.

“So,” Kevin starts, his expression teasing. “You are going to root for me, right?”

“Root for you?” Nick repeats in a mocking tone. "Against my own house? I know loyalty isn't the first trait you think of when you hear Slytherin, but I assure you we are, sorry but I'll be rooting for you to fall off your broom."

Kevin makes an exaggerated gasp at that, drawing the attention of a few students. "We’re not gonna be able to make out if I get hurt, you really want that?"

“You’re forgetting I’m a veela, I can kiss anyone.”

"None as good as me though," Kevin replies with a grin of his own, hands reaching and body leaning forward to grab a muffin.

Nick takes advantage of how close it puts Kevin to him that he leans in and presses a soft kiss against Kevin’s jaw. He smiles against the skin as Kevin brings his arm around Nick, pulling him close. He kisses him again, this time at the corner of Kevin’s mouth, enjoying the way it makes Kevin smile.

“Good luck,” he whispers against Kevin’s lips.

“Thanks, baby,” Kevin whispers, giving him a soft lingering kiss before he stands up and walks away.

Nick watches as he walks over to his teammates who are waiting for him, some hooting and hollering while Chris cringes. When he turns around he finds more than one person staring his way, but he doesn’t mind, he’s gotten used to the stares for a long time. Instead he looks back to Matt and Madi, rolling his eyes at the amused smiles they are giving him.

“You two are sickening,” Matt teases while Madi is silently screaming into the air.

***

They head for the pitch each going for their respective stands, by the time Nick has taken a seat, the teams are already on their brooms circling the pitch waiting for the whistle to be blown. As soon its blows there is loud cheering in the stands as Slytherin grabs the quaffle first, followed by hissing and booing when Kevin manages to recover the ball and heads for the hoops, the booing in the Slytherin stands gets louder as he scores, but Nick allows himself a smile at Kevin’s skill.

The game continues, each team evenly matched and always within a couple of points from each other, Nick can see the seekers searching for the golden snitch hoping to win and end the game for their team. Nick is more than ready for the game to finish. He loves his house and is proud to be Slytherin but he knows how aggressive they are about winning and now that they have realized just how good Kevin is at scoring, he’s become their focus, more than once a Slytherin player has tried to throw him off his broom and if the game drags any longer he has a feeling they are going to get their way.

Nick isn’t done thinking that when a Slytherin beater hits a bludger straight for Kevin, Nick watches in horror as Kevin who hasn’t noticed the ball headed for him gets slammed from behind.

“Kevin!” he yells, his scream drowned out from the cheers in the stands. He gasps, watching helplessly as the hit causes Kevin to slip off his broom. His heart beats loudly as Kevin manages to hold on at the last second, one hand gripping his broom as he dangles in the air. Kevin’s teammates rush to help, forming a line of defense to allow Kevin to get back on his broom. Nick holds his breath the seconds it takes Kevin to get seated again, letting it out once he’s back on safely. He watches as Chris talks to Kevin and whatever is said Kevin answers with a sharp nod, his face determined. Nick’s nerves are on edge for the rest of the game and when the Gryffindor’s seeker captures the snitch he isn’t disappointed about his team’s loss, he’s just happy that it’s over. The wide smile on Kevin’s face that he can see even from the stands doesn’t hurt either.

***

Nick is waiting outside the Gryffindor’s locker room, ignoring the looks more than one Gryffindor sends his way as they wait to celebrate with their team. A cheer goes up when the team walks out and Nick presses himself against the wall to avoid the surge, he waits but doesn’t have to wait long. Kevin spots him over the crowd and heads for him, nodding and smiling absently as his housemates congratulate him. He comes to stand in front of Nick with a smile on his face and Nick studies him, his handsome face, his kind eyes, he stands tall and beautiful.

Nick pushes himself off the wall and wraps his arms around him, his nose pressed into the crook of Kevin’s neck, he sighs as he’s enveloped in Kevin’s warmth when he returns the hug. He presses himself even closer, still letting out another happy sound that Kevin answers with a small chuckle as he runs his hands up and down Nick’s back.

“You scared the fuck out of me,” he murmurs.

“Your housemate’s fault.”

Nick pulls back to look up at Kevin’s face. “I’m hexing the fuck out of them, my brothers will help me.”

Kevin lets out an infectious laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “My hero.”

“Damn straight,” Nick answers, grinning. “You’re alright, though?”

“Yeah,” Kevin answers softly. “There’s going to be a hell of a bruise on my back, but other than that I’m fine.”

“Good,” Nick lets out a relieved sigh, lifting his head in a silent request he smiles when Kevin gives him a soft kiss. “I should probably let you go, I’m sure you want to celebrate with your team.”

Kevin shakes his head, holding onto Nick. “Nope, I want to celebrate with my pretty boyfriend. What do you say we sneak into the kitchen for something sweet and then we find a quiet corner in this big castle to make out in?”

Nick grins, a laugh bubbling out of him, feeling happier than he’s ever felt. “That sounds like a plan.”

[silviawordsworth]

A comprehensive reason as to why I, as a teenage girl, think the marauders fandom is heaven on earth. (+ a few faults)

In simple terms, its a pit of representation. The characters, even the ones mentioned more than just a name drop, have very little known information about them. Like yes, we know remus lupin marries tonks and we know james marries lily, but besides that? They were teenagers at hogwarts, its fun to play around with the dynamics of them.

And its also a passion project. The marauders is by no means an actual thing. Sure, theyre side characters in hp. But the marauders fandom is created solely on headcanons and fanon info. Its almost like if i were to pull finnick and annie from thg and develop them with such depth that it contextualises things that couldve been explained better in the actual books.

And not only that, but it shows creativity. Its like weve all taken these characters, aged them down to make them more relatable, and projected our own teenage experiences onto them in a way that jk could never as she wrote them as an adult and likely has never experienced the struggles of the lgbtq teens nowadays

The lgbtq is also a good point to bring up. Nowhere anywhere else on the internet will you find a fandom so full of lgbtq characters solely bc 'it doesnt sell'. The marauders is a prime example of how marketing realistic teenagers to teenagers is not unprofitable.

Mental health is also a big thing that needs to be explored more in media. And not as the main plot, but as something that just exists. Its done well in the marauders fandom.

Usually when watching a show or reading a book, you think these characters arent that realistic. In their world, sure. But its hard to relate to characters who link nothing to you. The marauders, though wizards, are teenagers in school. They are relatable.

Also the ability to create everything out of nothing. I adore pandora rosier and regulus black but in canon they are never even shown in the movies besides reg.

The poc inclusivity, the non skinny inclusivity, etc etc.

However! There are issues.

The marauders fandom is primarily girls, yet this fandom is an excellent example of the preference that male characters get. Like, i love regulus. But pray tell why jegulus gets more hype than pretty much any wlw ships combined? And why do i see so much of lily being a surrogate or her dying and james and reg getting harry? If youre gonna cut lily out of james life for him to be w reg, atleast find another way for them to have a kid. Lily is more than her uterus and a plot device for a kid.

And theres also sm arguments over headcanons. Like, if i were to say i hc james potter as straight, i would get attacked in todays fandom. It just gets a bit strange sometimes when people disregard canon at all. I get the seperation of canon from fanon is definitely inevitable in this fandom, but i dislike when people push their hcs as canon when its literally contradicted by canon.

I love the marauders fandom i do, and i love the way the characters are developed enough to be interesting to everyone, and not just babied down enough to be advertised to kids. Theres so much you can do when you dont have to worry about pr.

Anyways, thanks for listening to my rant. Please feel free to reblog w any questions or comments, il respond to everyone x

[spartanexperience]

Gonna make an intro post cuz why not + I wanna set boundaries

Hi I'm Pant, he/they, 20+, autistic PoC, my main is @pant--eater and this is my casual hyperfix blog for Greek mythology, mostly Disney's Hercules and Epic the Musical!

I'm your local Ares gigasimp and I have a canon x oc ship with him and my oc Eos :^) Posts about them will be found under the tag #⚔️🌅Areos

Another canon x oc ship I have is Boreas and my oc Orithyia! Which is found under the tag #🌪️🧮Borethyia

Personal art tag: #myart

I post nsfw so MINORS DNI with those posts. And overall I prefer not to interact in any way with minors.

If I've accidentally liked/reblogged your posts and you're a minor, I'm sorry!! I admit I've sometimes been absent-minded and reblogged/liked things on impulse before double-checking first the blog and it's description. But I aim to always check first, because I don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable!

Other DNI:

Zionists, proshippers, MAPs and NOMAPs or whatever you sick weirdos call yourselves, Vivziepop or JK Rowling supporters (I'm also uncomfortable with Lore Olympus unless it's about criticizing it. You can like it personally but don't interact with me about LO please), extreme fetish blogs (I'm personally uncomfy with those)

[taurasiluvr]

thank you soooo much for your response!! i will go look at the fluff tags from other writers for non nsfw. it’s very cool that there’s a range so everyone can be included!! i will look thru your following and already have some i like but if you have any specific recommendations for fluff only let me know 💕 i think x muslim reader might be a long shot to find 🙂‍↕️ unless i wrote it…new genre??? jk unless sooo looking for anything w poc readers :) also it is pretty cool that amari and jana might be muslim??? bc i saw smth abt the team accommodating them during ramadan — 🧕🏽anon

yes!!! i love seeing arabs thrive tbh 😁 HONESTLY writing fluff isn’t haram? i think??? i’m not sure??? but you should start writing!

[witchspookchat]

Smth smth blah blah. Today, idk what, but smth reminded me of a fic on AO3 I read maybe 3 or 4 years ago???

It was a Tomarry fic.

For those who don’t know that’s Harry Potter x Tom Riddle, listen. ppl can ship whatever. ppl ship Hannibal x Will Graham. I SHIP Will/Hannibal. Back to my post

Anywhoo.

I literally remember almost nothing about this fic. EXCEPT. That there was art. Maybe a collage of actors/fancast for the character? At least for Tom and Harry’s fancast. Tom. He is as a guy that kinda looked like Micheal Fassbender if you squinted- older with salt and pepper hair, maybe a stubble- at most a short beard.

Harry. Think he was young Asa Butterfield? I’m like. Sure he was in the snow, and wearing a dark jacket/snow clothes?? Looking down a bit. I very much remember skinny ass legs.

Sirius was 100% Hugh Dancy. I remember that vividly.

Hermione? She was a POC (Queen shit- fuck you JK Rowling). She had on a scarf and some kahki/beige jacket???

Literally I only remember the collage/art from the fic.

If anyone has read this recently, knows the fic etc etc and would kindly share it with me I would be eternally grateful.

Currently I have, “ Tom Riddle / Harry Potter,” “Voldemort / Harry Potter,” and “ Tom Riddle | Voldemort / Harry Potter,” open in my tabs rn and I’m making my way down… it’s a lot. And I get distracted easily rip.

…did you know that these 3 “different” relationship tags have different fic amounts 💀

Yeah. So. Ig some cross over and some don’t. Oops.

Anywho. Any help is approved. I’m very thankful. Ily all. <3

[mebug2]

✧ ‿︵‿୨About Me୧‿︵‿ ✧

Nickname/names(^^)d

₊☆ミBug/Little Guy/Lulu/Laizy/Panda₊☆ミ

I'm an enby who's also furry & some kind of semi shapeless-undefined Goo

(I'm probably a demigod but we'll never know)

[Could be updated]

○o。.Pronouns.。o○

You can use any or none but here are some of my fav's one

They/Them, He/him || iel/lui

darling/darlings,Xe/Xem, X3/X3m/X3ir/X3mself,Thxy/Thxm/Thxir/thxmselves, Jelly/jellys/Slime/slimes,Th3y/Th3m,H3/H1m/H1s/H1mself,X3/X3s,bro/bros

👽/👽's/📺/📺's,🎧/🎧's,☁️/☁️'s,🐾/🐾's,🎀/🎀's,💤/💤's,🌈/🌈's,🫀/🫀's,👁/👁's

_/__self,X/Xself,□/■self, ☆/☆self,1/1self

○o。.Gender.。o○

Gaylexic,Faglexic

Voidgender

(xenogender +Agender Genderspectrum )

Nonbinary/enby (umbrella spectrum )

○o。.Orientation.。o○

Aroacespec:aegosexualflux,aegossexual,asexual...

Tiertiary attraction/love:Platonic/aesthetic/sensualflux/Fictofamilial/fictoplatonic/fictosexual,familial...

M-spec queer

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨Identity&stuff୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊

Alterhuman: non-human

synpath: yuri (ddlc),Kevin (S.M)

otherhearted: faun/satyrhearted

otherkin: unknownkin/hybridkin(?)

Visual(otherkin): ⤵️⤵️⤵️

Heartic: (?)

arace

Aldernic: Alderhoard/aldershift/alderzoovi/alderavayn

Nationality & race(body): 🇭🇹🇬🇵🇫🇷& Poc(🖤)

A[_]ab:I'm anbab(assigned no butt at birth)/awab(assigned weirdo at birth)/jk

♐️Sagittarius🏹

Self-diagnosed(bc broke):social anxiety,trypophobia,basophobia

questioning:

depression/dysthymia(?),derealization(?),paranoid(?),Apeirophobia(?),Koinoniphobia(?),acarophobia(?),Selective mutism/dyslexia(x)Masochism(x)Emetophobia(?)

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨Other୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊

Tw:mention of cannibalism(?)

Weirdcore,dreamcore,Cutegore,webcore..enjoyer

💊I like: lavender🪻,purple,black,rainbows 🌈,sleeping (💤☁️this world feels odd to me👁),meat,ladybugs🐞,some other small living creature🐌,pandas 🐼,some others creatures,🎶some genre of music🎵,🖌drawing🎨,reading fanfic,making oc's🚶‍♂️,rain sounds☔️ , the cold & warm,winter & fall,my friends & close friends

Character I love/used to "crush" on and/or i like:

Community i am currently in:

Furry,Voidpunk, Therian,LGBTQIA+

[thoughts-and-gayers]

ive been thinking about civil rights recently, specifically trans rights, as thats a marginalized group im a part of thats actively being hurt. i see people talking about the awful things done to trans people, the hate speech, the bills signed into law that make it dangerous for us to even exist. its terrifying to me, to think that im going to be leaving high school and entering a world that actively wants to kill me.

i just watched jessie gender's multi-hour video on jk rowling, and it articulated so many of my thoughts about transness in our. current society that i had no idea how to say. one thing she emphasized was how talking about these specific people, these little one-off incidents, is counterproductive. obviously things like hogwarts legacy and "what is a woman" matter, but should we really be talking about them as much as we are when anti-trans bills are passed faster than we can keep track of?

the way our society is right now, short and snappy thoughts about those tiny 24 hour stories are the only thing that gets attention. when you talk about trans rights, youre saying "dont support harry potter", youre not saying "stop the us government from actively hurting trans people".

but people dont listen when you talk about the big stuff. talking about the latest drama is much more entertaining than talking about the actual horrors that people are facing. we're at a point where we can call pointing and laughing at bigots a form of activism.

its so much easier not to learn about the deeper issues. for non-marginalized folk especially, supporting the marginalized celebrity is a lot easier than addressing systematic issues. but we dont get that privilege. we have to go to bat for the big shit, with or without allies. we dont get the luxury, the privilege, of not taking the time to understand and address bigotry and its sources.

im so tired. its exhausting even just learning about everything thats happening. and im not out of high school yet, so theres not a lot i can actually do out there. im trying to learn everything i can about everything thats happening, and its just so exhausting, all the time. on top of that, i also spend my energy on educating other people, trying to get them to understand what's taken me hours of work to get to myself.

and as a white person, i cant even imagine how much harder it must be for POC, especially when they exist at intersections of queerness, womanhood, disability, and/or more. im trying my best to learn about specific struggles that don't necessarily apply to me, but theres so much that a lot of the time i dont even know where to start.

cis, straight, male, white, abled, allo; people who fall under these dont have an obligation to learn about any marginalized group theyre not a part of, especially if theyre not a part of any of them. but they can still go online and say "fuck celebrity x" and get lauded as the pinnacle of allyship. they can make short, snappy, performative displays of their helpfulness without putting in any of the work to actually help. they have the privilege to do so. i as a white person have the privilege to do so, even if i try not to.

im so scared to go out into the world after i graduate and face all these inequalities, to try and deal with the horrors that high school and the internet have only been a small taste of. the most i can do is learn as much as i can before then, but i lose the motivation to every day when theres so little i can do to help; when the people who can help choose to do nothing anyway.

and this post, the closest thing my hungover ass can get to an in-depth analysis, likely wont get any attention at all. its not short, its not snappy, its not entertaining. its just a teenage nonbinary lesbian ranting about existential dread for way longer than he probably should have. and no, this isnt me begging for a reblog otherwise youre a bad person. saying stuff like that doesnt help anyway, since people would just snuff it out of spite instead of looking at the overall message. its just the way things are, not just here but everywhere.

im just so scared, and tired, and sad, and angry, all the fucking time.

[pigeonvivian42]

a very long list of tone indicators

/! or /exc - excited

/a - affectionate or alterous

/aff - affectionate

/afph - a few people here

/ao - an order

/ap - apologetic

/apa - apathetic

/av - a vent

/ay - at you

/b - bitter

/br - bragging

/c - copypasta

/calm - calm

/caut - cautionary

/cb - clickbait

/cel - celebratory

/ci - caring intent

/cj - coping joke

/co or /cf - comforting

/con - confused

/curi - curious

/d - dubious (don't know what feeling youre trying to convey but you still want to convey it)

/dir - directed

/drm - dramatic

/e or /ex or /exa - exaggeration

/ebh - everybody here

/f - fake

/fa or /fam or /faml - familial

/fl - flirting

/fm - fake mad

/fs - fake sad

/fu - furious

/fx - flex

/gen or /g - genuine

/genq or /gq - genuine question

/gens or /gs - genuine suggestion

/gentle - gentle

/gs - gaslighting

/hc - headcanon

/hj - half joke

/hp - half platonic

/hsrs - half serious

/hyp - hyperbole

/ic - in character

/ij - inside joke

/imo - in my opinion

/info - information

/irre - irrelevant

/it - intrusive thought

/iw - innerworld

/j - joke

/jk - just kidding

/jov - jokingly overreacting

/jw - just wondering

/l or /ly or /lyr - lyrics

/lg - lying

/lh - light hearted

/li - literal

/lu - a little upset

/lv - lovingly

/m - metaphor

/ma - messing around or manifesting

/md - melodramatic

/mj - mostly joking

/mjnay - mad, just not at you

/mr - mostly romantic

/na - not aimed

/nabr - not a brag

/nafx - not a flex

/nao - not an order

/naq - not a question

/nav - not a vent

/nay or /nau - not at you

/nbh - nobody here

/nbip - nobody in particular

/nbr - not being rude

/ncm - not comparing

/neg or /ng or /nc - negative (connotation)

/neu - neutral

/nf - not forced or not fake

/nfl - not flirting

/nfta - not forced to answer

/nh - not hostile or not here

/nid - not in danger

/nm - not mad or not mean

/nmay - not mad at you

/nmn - not mean

/nmu - not mad or upset

/nof - no offense

/np - no pressure

/npa - not passive aggressive

/nr - no reply or don't reply

/nrt or /nrh - not rhetorical

/nsb - not subtweeting

/nsd - not self deprecating

/nsrs - not serious

/nsx or /nx or /ns - not sexual

/nth - not a threat

/nu - not upset

/ny - not yelling

/nyf - not your fault

/od - overdramatic

/ooc - out of character or out of cosplay

/op - optional

/ot - off topic

/p or /pla or /plat - platonic

/pa - passive aggressive

/par - parental

/para - paraphrased

/pers - personal

/pf - playful

/pj - probably joking

/pnj - probably not joking

/pos or /pc or /poc - positive (connotation)

/q - quote or question

/qp - queerplatonic

/r or /rom - romantic

/ref - reference

/res - respectfully

/rh or /rt or /rht - rhetorical

/rhq - rhetorical question

/rp - roleplay

/s or /sar or /sarc or /sarcasm - sarcastic

/safe - safe

/sat - satire

/sbh - somebody here

/sbtw - subtweeting

/silly - silly

/sj - source joke

/srs - serious

/st - statement or strange thought or silly thought

/state - statement

/stim - something is typed as a written version of a stim

/sx or /x - sexual

/sym - sympathetic

/sys - something happening in their own system

/t - teasing

/tan - tangent

/th - threat

/tic or /tc - typed unintentionally due to a tic

/tq - typing quirk

/ts - to self

/u - upset

/unin - unintentional

/unr or /unre - unrelated

/v - violent

/vu - very upset

/w - warm or warmth

/wp - wrong proxy

[lysol-wipe]

Can we please appreciate that one JK x POC fanfic “Motorsport” had me losing my mind 😭

[sincerelynamkook]

Hennessy

Synopsis: You didn’t think your one drunken mistake from 3 years ago involving your best friend’s younger brother would come back and flip your world upside down, but hey, life is funny that way right?  

Pairing: Latina Y/N x Jungkook 

Narrative: First Person Y/N

Side Ships: Hoseok x OC, Jin x OC  

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

Status: ongoing 

Updates: whenever I’m motivated to write...lol but hopefully every Thursday night

A/N: I’ve been meaning to write this for a minute. Not enough Latin x BTS AUs out here so I gotta feed my own fantasies 🤪. So far I have an outline consisting of 7 parts but tbh we’ll see what my brain comes up with lol. Send me an ask if you have questions/comments/ideas etc 🤧

Part I

Part II

Part III coming soon

[purrbangtann]

The mirror.🪞

Fallen angel!darkyandere!Jungkook x angel!oc

Warnings: Jk is cuckoo as usual, Jk insults oc, violence, dark themes, oc gets abused, knife and blood, non-con touching (non-sexual), crying, I think that’s it…

This is super long like…a good 3.8K words that feel like 6K

Disclaimer: THIS IS PURE FICTION, I don’t believe any of the BTS members engage in such activities, this is for entertainment purposes only, any ressemblance to real life is coincidental.

If one of my drafts doesn’t have any violence or blood in it, is it really my draft?

Context:

Adah is a angel, a pure angel, white wings but no halo.

Jungkook is a fallen angel who deceived Adah and her friends into think that he was a angel like them, so that he could get closer to her.

When he found himself close to her, she eventually fell in love with the character he had been pretending to be. I mean he wasn’t pretending..he just warped his character around a bit

To him, being close to Adah was a complete privilege but he wasn’t the only one who realized it. He easily spotted her best friend looking at her out of the corner of her eyes in jealousy. Luckily for Adah, the last time she looked at anyone out of the side of her was when Jungkook plucked out her feathers one by one and stabbed them into her eyes right after😁.

Adah slowly found herself losing friends after every little altercation, “Did you hear? Unica died of asphyxia, somehow she shoved a whole wig into her throat.” Adah sighed, this can’t be right, she wouldn’t have killed herself just because I told her she was weird for assuming that I was wearing a wig…right?

Adah closed herself off as she started to believe that she was the reason, that she was the problem. She ended up crying in Jungkook’s arms everyday, being embraced by his arms everyday until he once whispered a terrifying phrase in her ears,

“Don’t cry, they deserved it. All of them.”

———

Adah grabbed the floor under her, “You can’t trap me here Helios!” She yelled.

She bit her lip and looked around, she was trapped in a dark place, the only thing she could see was a mirror, in which she couldn't see her reflection, but the room that once belonged to to her.

She tried to charge on the mirror, but she got forcefully pushed back and fell on the ground.

She was on her knees with her hands on the ground, a single crystal clear tear falling, evaporating as soon as it touched the ground.

She was still in shock, her friends were dead.

Because of her. Or because of him.. she couldn’t wrap her head around it.

A figure appeared in the mirror and sat down infront of it.

"Helios, let me out, please." She pleaded.

Helios smirked.

"I already told you it isn't Helios, darling.

It's Jungkook."

---

Five minutes timeskip..

"Stop staring at me." Adah said while looking at the ground.

She refused to look at Jungkook, but that didn't stop him from being happy seeing her being dependent on him.

"But you look so pretty in this lighting." Jungkook replied.

Adah's hands balled up into fists as she clenched her jaw, "The Council will find out I'm missing." She whispered.

Jungkook stood up and entered the mirror, "Will they?"

Adah clenched her jaw and glanced away, the council and its system was flawed. Especially for angels that were of Adah’s race (Sentiunts)…I mean they don’t even have tastebuds or can grow wings with their powers. They were weak.

Shivers traveled her spine as her name rolled off his tongue, her weak wings tried to cover her but Jungkook brutally pinned them both on the ground, causing Adah to let out a soft groan, "Don't force me to get violent, qui sentit." He threatened.

(Sentiunts , Adah’s race (those who feel) Qui sentit is basically dehumanizing term for them🙂)

Adah's eyes darkened, "I’m pretty sure that’s racist and…No violence of yours can amount to the pain you've already caused me, Jungkook." She spoke.

Jungkook's face got closer to Adah's, until they had a tiny inch between them, "Don't jinx it sweet heart." He sweetly whispered through his pink lips.

Angry tears slowly built up in Adah's eyes, Jungkook planted a soft kiss on her forehead, "Don't try to rub it off, I'll know." He said as he got out of the mirror.

As soon as Jungkook went out of the room to get her a meal, she tore some fabric from her dress and tried to wipe it off, but the fabric disingrated into non-existence with some electric zap sound following it. “Where did it go..” she murmured while staring at her now empty hands.

She leaned against the bed Jungkook put in the dark room where she was residing. The room was like a box, with only two light sources, the mirror and Adah's heart.

But even she was getting corrupted by the dark shadow world Jungkook banished her to.

----

Meal time.

"I made your favorite." Jungkook said as he placed the tray just infront Adah's side of the mirror, without leaving his.

He looked up and saw Adah, curled up in a ball, sliently sniffing.

He took a sharp inhale and walked up to her, processing the scene.

Why is she crying.

I've never seen her cry like this before.

Why?

Isn't she happy with me?

Don't worry Adah.

I'll make you love me.

----

Nzikisa ngai na yoka nzoto❤️‍🔥. “Burn me, so that I may feel my body.”

He squatted down and took her in a tight embrace, even though she was protesting she eventually stopped.

"Adah, don't cry, this is the best for the both of us." He whispered.

Adah's soft sobbing stopped as she wiped her face dry. "....Don't even try to touch me." She expressed in a soft tone.

Jungkook's eyes slightly widened at Adah's sudden change of vocabulary towards him. The Adah he knows wouldn't ever say such a thing to him, never.

"Im sorry, care to repeat yourself?"

Adah tried to move away but Helios grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, "I'm trying to be nice to you, Adah." He inhaled sharply, "But you aren't making it easy."

(Helios and Jungkook are the same person.)

"Jungkook, you're hurting me." Adah said.

Helios didn't loosen up his grip, instead he made it tighter and got closer to her, "I know I'm hurting you, princess." He confessed.

He tilted his head to the side.

"But dont you see? I love you and I know you love me too, even if you refuse to admit it." He said.

Adah blankly stared at Jungkook,

"You're delusional." She said.

Jungkook smiled, "If my delusions got me next to you now, then yes. I am delusional."

"Just get away from me." Adah said as she tried scooting away from him. He tried to grab her wrist but she slapped away his hand, giving him a 3rd degree burn.

Helios hissed and glared at Adah, who was already trying to hide in the dark.

Angels aren’t even allowed to interact with fallen angels, so when a angel touches a fallen angel on certain places they burn them and vice versa.

He stood up and grabbed her sleeve with his non-burnt hand, "You're going to regret that."

---- time skip.

Jungkook rested his head on Adah's shoulder while looking at her, he sniffed her neck, taking in every single piece of her essence and filling up his lungs with it.

They were already sitting on the ground again, but this time with a different aura surrounding the two of them.

He slowly traced his finger over Adah's now bruised, bare arm, forcing out a weak smile at every tremble and shiver Adah had in response of his touch.

“I can’t touch your hand..but it looks so soft darling, I’m scared I won’t be able to help myself.”

He put his hand next to hers and imagined them intertwined.

Adah stayed mute.

"...Adah, please talk to me." He pleaded.

Adah looked at Jungkook's hand beside hers and pulled her hand away.

Jungkook rested his head in the crook of Adah's neck and planted a few kisses along her jawline, "You know I never like hurting you, but you get a little bit feisty sometimes." He said.

"...." still no response from Adah.

Adah, is very soft spoken, so people tend to cross some limits with her sometimes, but they also regret it, quickly. If you asked a description of Adah, they'd recite you the dictionary's definition of pure….and naive

Jungkook looked at Adah, she was staring out into the void as a scarlet liquid traveled from her nose to her soft plump lips, to her chin and dripped on her plain turquoise dress. She didn't even bother to wipe it nor to cry.

Her puffy eyes from an entire night without sleep contradicted her big pupils that used to shine like stars in the moonlight, her long eyelashes that fluttered every time someone complimented her, Her eyebrows that conveyed her emotions in gentle but strong ways into people's heart.

Jungkook softly turned Adah's face towards him, "Adah~" He whispered.

Adah's eyes glanced at him but wandered off. Jungkook clinged onto her bruised arm, causing Adah's breath to hitch in pain.

"Adah, don't you know how much this hurts me? Just give into me, love." He pleaded.

Adah, in spite of her being faced to Jungkook, she still easily avoided eye contact with him.

"Adah, stop ignoring me." He firmly said.

Adah layed down on the ground out of exhaustion, causing one of her bare breasts to almost get out of the dress. Since her fight with Helios, her dress lost its right sleeve, the left sleeve was partially torn off and her modest collar got reduced to a décolleté. (low v-neck)

Jungkook crawled next to her and layed down infront of her, still forcing her to look at him,

"Do you want me to beg? Then I'll beg for you, please." He begged.

Adah blankly stared at him, Jungkook couldn't figure out what was playing out in her head but he knew it wasn't good.

He got closer to Adah and wiped the blood on her lips away with his thumb. "Adah..please? I can’t get those images out of my head…I’m sorry." He negociated.

Adah looked at the stars she could see out of jungkooks window on his side, trying to block Helios out of her ears.

"Adah just talk to me, please!" Helios yelled.

He pulled her up and sat next in front of her, “Adah..please I’m sorry.” He whispered. He started to tell out her name as if she had died, she right was right in front of him, staring at him with a certain blankness that was unfamiliar to her face.

"I'm sorry I’m sorry, please I- I’m sorry." He pleaded.

He cupped her face and pecked her lips repeatedly, trying to get a reaction from her, but nothing.

Adah looked at Helios with a glint of pity and boredom consuming her eyes.

Adah's mouth gaped open as if she was about to say something, but she closed it.

His large black wings came out and flared up, showing an experience of intense emotions circulating through Jungkook's body.

"Burn me, yell at me, curse me, just- just do something!" Jungkook begged, his wings stretching out further and further at each point.

His broken voice echoed all over the room, hurting Adah’s ears.

Adah looked at the veins popping out of his neck and his red knuckles that matched the stains on her blue turquoise dress.

Adah looked down, pretty much ignoring the scene infront of her. Helios lifted up his shirt and pressed Adah's hand against his obliques, he didn't even cry out a yell from the pain, the excess adrenaline in his body didn't allow him to do anything except let out painful moans.

Adah tried to pull her hand back as it also began to burn her, she didn't want burn him in the first place.

When she finally got to pull her hand away she saw a 3rd degree burn shaped like a handprint where her hand was pressed against, she looked at her hand and she had a mild burn on her palm, but it was nothing compared to the burn Jungkook had, his skin surface on the burn had turned black and had a hole inside of it, in the hole we could see multiple skin layers that shouldn't be exposed.

She gasped and scooted away from Jungkook. Jungkook on the other hand, was smiling at the sight of his burn. "When it heals it'll be magnificent, but not as much like you." He imagined.

Jungkook dropped his shirt and sat down next to Adah, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, causing her to flinch.

"....I'm sorry my dear, I should learn how to control myself, shouldn’t I?" He softly said.

Adah narrowed her eyes at Jungkook's attitude, his mood swings were too much for Adah to deal with him.

"....Just talk to me, please, the last words I heard from you were screams, please." Jungkook begged.

Adah sniffed back the blood that was threating to leave her nostrils again, "Um....hurmfph."

That's it, Adah only made some mouth noises as she contemplated talking again, she absolutely didn't want to. But who knows what Helios would've done to her if she continued ignoring him.

Helios got closer to Adah and started kissing her, but Adah started moving her head, refusing to even be touched by him again.

Helios pulled away and looked at Adah, "Adah, I've been very patient with you, don't you think?" He falsely declared, "So maybe you could try to be good for me, for once." He proposed.

Adah turned her head to the opposite side, not wanting to even look at him.

"I'm speaking Adah, it's only right for you to look at me." He said.

After all, the Adah he knows wouldn't forget her manners.

Helios cupped her cheek and forcibly turned her head towards him, "Adah, Ignoring me like this won't do you justice." He said.

He looked into her eyes and saw that was still focused on the same object for the last 10 minutes now.

The glass shards and broken plates that were where the food tray used to be.

"...Oh I get it, you're hungry." Jungkook said followed by a soft chuckle.

"I know how grumpy you get when you're hungry, stay here." Jungkook got out of the mirror and went to go fix up a meal for her again.

(A/N: he’s telling a locked up girl to stay where she is?💀 mans is messed up fam😭)

As soon as Jungkook left, Adah grabbed the biggest glass shard she could see, and slid it into her panties.

She knew he wouldn't find out because even if it doesn't seem like it, Jungkook had boundaries when it came to physical touch, never in a million years could his hand travel lower than Adah's abdomen without any consent. Those were the only type of morals and principles he'd keep.

Barely.

---

"Here, you must be very hungry." Jungkook placed the tray infront of Adah.

Adah pushed the plate to where the food tray used to be and left it there.

Jungkook was confused at her action and sat down, "Why aren't you eating?" He asked.

Adah turned her body away from the plate and Jungkook, her back facing him.

"Adah, I can't let you starve to death, huh?" Jungkook tried to sympathize.

Adah dropped her head into her knees and pretty much isolated herself.

"Adah, eat." Helios ordered.

Adah ignored him again.

Jungkook went and shoved the bowl infront of her, "I couldn't make your favorite again because you ruined the first one." He said.

Adah looked in the bowl, it was soup but her reflection was nowhere to be seen.

Jungkook got closer to the bowl and put the spoon inside, leading the soup filled spoon towards her mouth, flashing Adah a weak smile as she glanced at him.

“Adah..” he quietly whined.

She slowly closed her eyes and reopened them, putting her face back against her knees.

His eyebrows raised a bit, “Please don’t force me to get mean..” he whispered.

No response from Adah.

He sighed,

“Fine I tried.”

He pulled Adah's hair towards him and snaked his arm around her neck, having her into a headlock.

Adah's wings pryed out of her back, fluttering uncontrollably out of defense, she scratched Jungkook's arm with her nails to force him to remove his arm from her neck, She still didn't speak, only grunts and whimpers were heard from her part. He pulled his arm closer to his chest, practically choking Adah.

He took the bowl and poured it into her mouth, even with the soup that was getting spilled, enough of it entered her mouth for her not to die or faint from starvation.

Adah grabbed his hand, burning his fingers.

Jungkook groaned and pinned Adah’s wrist down in response.

When the bowl finished it contents, Helios loosened his grip on Adah's neck and panted, "See? That wasn't that bad, was it?" He asked.

Adah whimpered and Jungkook slowly traced his fingers along her collarbones, "Don't hate me for this baby, but...." He said.

"You should be feeling something by now." He calculated.

Adah coughed, then coughed again. A series of uncontrollable coughs followed

"Don't worry, it'll pass." Jungkook said

-- 5 minutes later

Adah is still coughing but it has gotten softer and less regular, her coughs became bloody and started to become gags.

The soup still wasn’t cleaned up and had dried it’s leftovers on her neck, dress and jaw.

Jungkook rubbed her back and hit it harshly, after he did that, something came out of her mouth. Having come closer to the object. Adah saw that the blood soaked thing on the ground was the fabric she used to wipe off Jungkook's kiss.

Helios picked it up and looked at it, "I guess I should carve my name into your skin for you to understand that you're mine, Adah."

"N- uh uh." Adah expressed out of exhaustion.

Jungkook rested the back of Adah's head on the right side of his chest as he sat back down.

"Words." Jungkook ordered.

"...No." Adah quietly squeaked.

"Good girl." He praised.

He looked down and fixed her dress's décolleté, "You're so lucky I'm nice, anyone else would've done something horrible by now." Helios said.

"So just continue being good for me, arraseo?" Helios proposed.

Adah pursed her lips and rested her eyes.

--------

1 week later,

Jungkook gave her a new dress and some underwear since she stopped acting up,

Her wings were flared up everytime he entered her dark room.

Her previously fluffy and short feathers got replaced by some longer, thicker ones.

And that’s totally not because of the illegal steroids he put in her food :)

Helios stopped giving her drugs that would keep her up all night and day. So she could actually start distinguishing them.

--

Jungkook sat down infront of the little tray with two plates on it, "I missed having meals with you."

Adah flashed him a small smile.

Jungkook's ears became red from fluster, that was the biggest smile she sent him since she was in the mirror. They ate their meal, Jungkook asked her questions, did she like the food?

Was she feeling well?

Did she like him?

Did she want to stay with him forever?

Him?

Him.

Him!

Adah got worried and rubbed her hands together, "Jungkook,you look very tense." She remarqued.

Jungkook sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "No, don't worry about me, I'm good as long as I'm with you." He said.

Adah stood up and sat behind him, she put her hands on his shoulders and started massaging his back.

"Darling you don't have to- Ah!" Jungkook exclaimed as Adah cracked his spine.

He felt relieved, “You should warn people when..” Jungkook stopped talking, he felt very relieved.

A little bit too relieved.

"….Adah, what did you do?"

Adah stood infront of him as showed a thin worm like string.

"I pulled out your nerve, it'll regenerate in a few hours, I'll put you to sleep, get your blood and leave the shadow world." Adah said.

Jungkook tried to get up but he couldn't, as if he was getting restrained by something.

"Don't, you'll hurt yourself." Adah said.

Helios stared at Adah, "I'm going to beat you up so hard for this." He said.

Adah sighed and crouched down, "Sorry."

And then the world went all black for Jungkook.

-----

Those few hours later.

"The Council moved." The elderly woman said.

Adah has been asking strangers where The Council went so that she could go report Helios.

"Where to?" Adah asked.

The woman shrugged, "It has moved to the starrise département."

"Arraseo, may all odds be in your favor." Adah inclined her head and ran away.

---

Jungkook walked around the Starrise department with a knife hidden in his pocket.

He wore all black with a hood over his head, looking for Adah, he'd figure his foolish lover would go and try to report him, so he put a temporary spell on the people of his city, making them believe that The Council had moved to the Starrise department.

He knew it would be a matter of minutes before they notice his unauthorized spell but what does he care?

He would've flown over the city to find her but anyone would recognize a fallen angel's dark wings.

"Look at what you're making me do Adah." He murmured.

He smelled that Adah was getting closer and closer, she was probably flying. So he ran ahead to the alleged council and waited for her there.

Jungkooks head shot to the other side of the street as he heard a pair of wings flutter, indicating that someone just landed. He looked at the source and felt his heart flutter intensely.

He let out a soft moan as he felt his recently regenerated nerve still connecting to the other ones.

He followed her from afar and saw her enter an alleyway. So he entered too.

She was stretching out her wings's feathers for a longer wingspan, since she couldn't walk properly with unbalanced feathers.

"Long time no see, princess." Jungkook said.

Adah turned her head in panic and grabbed her glass shard.

"Don't come any closer, it's poisoned."

( angel cookie juice can be life threatening for fallen angels/ demons yall! It's to prevent them from fornication and breeding just like their hands.)

"I wonder what it's poisoned with." Jungkook said as a cocky smirk creeped up his face.

"But enough games." Jungkook said as he pulled out his knife, "I'll bring you back home."

And the fight started.

Adah doesn't like fighting and would've flown away already if it weren't for her unbalanced wings.

So when they fought, Adah tried to dodge most of the hits, when she couldn't, she started attacking him blindly.

She ended up stabbing his arm and graze his neck. As consequence Jungkook flared up his wings so Adah couldn't escape.

He trapped her and pulled out a syringe, "You're going to feel a teeny tiny pinch." He said.

He neutralized Adah and brought her back.

-----

Bed.

Mirror.

Stool.

Morning.

Figure.

Bruises.

pain.

Eyes.

Bandage.

Chains...chains?

Adah's foot was chained to the wall, as soon as her vision cleared up she saw Jungkook bandaging his arm while glaring at her.

He was on his side on the mirror, but that didn't make his gaze burn any less. He was shirtless so she could see the place Jungkook marked himself with her burn.

Adah shyly glanced at him, his arm looked okay, for some reason that kind of relieved her.

She stood up from the bed and discreetly looked for the rest of glass shards.

Helios looked at her, "I threw the glass shards away." He said.

Adah's breath hitched and she quickly sat back down.

Jungkook put his shirt back on a walked towards Adah, who was glaring at the ground.

"I put my hands on you again, Adah." He confessed.

"You should be mad at yourself for making me feel like this." Helios said.

Adah looked up in disbelief, "I'm bleeding." She hoarsely whispered.

The inside of her fleece lined sweater sleeves were soaked in her blood.

"I know you are, what did you think i was trying to do?" Helios asked.

Adah fiddled with her fingers.

"....You want to eat?" Jungkook asked.

Adah shook her head, "I’m angry." She said.

"How dare you, i'm the one that's supposed to be angry." Jungkook sighed. "..What do i need to do to keep you here? Break your legs and wings?...because i will." He said.

Adah scoffed,

"I...i can't believe you." She said.

Adah's eyebrows furrowed together as a tear traveled her cheek, it soon got followed by more and more.

"You don't love me Jungkook,

You're obsessed."

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Why you so obsessed with me, BOY I WANNA KNOWWWWWWW.

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[mid-weast]

Will you keep it down? | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and Jungkook attend the same university and have been neighbors for 3 months now. It drives you crazy that he plays loud music at 2AM, and it drives him crazy that you barely acknowledge his presence.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female!Reader; Black!Reader

Words: 2.6K

Genre: enemies to lovers, student!jungkook, student!reader, fluff, mention of smut, angst? (in the form of bickering back and forth).

Authors note: Hi hi! This is the first fic I’ve ever written so if it’s bad I’m sorry. Also it is unedited so if there's grammar / spelling mistakes I'm sorry again! Also this is catered toward the reader being Black but I hope it can be enjoyed by everyone. Thank you for reading! Feedback is appreciated ok love u bye!

“Y/N? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??!? Open this door RIGHT NOW!”

Even though you were studying in your room, his knocks were so loud you nearly jumped out of your skin. You had expected a reaction, but not a full-on explosion.

You and Jungkook have been apartment neighbors for about three months now, and a constant problem is that he blares his music hella loud late at night. Of course he’s a music major so he listens to music a lot, but at this point you don’t care. It doesn’t even seem like he’s working on composition homework anyway, just being an asshole with no regard for his neighbors peace. Now don’t get yourself wrong, you're not just some uptight bitch who complains about everything. Well, you do have several pet peeves but over the years of going to school in Korea you’ve picked and chosen your battles very wisely. In most cases you let things slide. You wouldn’t care at all about someone playing the music loudly, but it is 2 AM, and while you’re up studying you know a lot of your other neighbors are trying to sleep.

You tiptoe toward your front door and twist the knob slowly. You only open the door wide enough to be able to see his face. It’s not that you’re scared that you’re in danger or anything, and you rarely back down from people giving you a hard time. But you were tired, wearing a big ass t- shirt and short shorts (your regular sleep attire), and it was late at night. So if anything was going to pop off you felt pretty vulnerable. Even though you’re the same age, he towers over you and you find his size kinda intimidating.

As usual, you have to crane your neck to see his face, and your view of him is limited by the narrowness in which

you opened the door.

“Can I help you, lil boy?”

From what you can see of him, right away you can tell that he is pissed. Dawning his usual attire of a black sweatshirt with the hood up, black sweats, and stomp a hoe boots, he stood extremely close to your apartment door with his arms crossed. His usually wide, puppy dog eyes are now pressed in narrow slits. His normally pouty lips are formed in a hard line, and his jaw is so clenched you could carve an ice sculpture with his jawline.

"Who the hell do you think you are? You called the cops on me? Are you INSANE???" Jungkook shouts.

Obviously he's mad, and despite the amount of times you've gone back and forth he's never raised your voice at you. The old you would have screamed back at him, but over time you've tried to respond to anger with calmness. Also, you were a little scared because this mf is kind of big.

"I already told you if you keep blaring your music at 2AM, I was going to do something about it!" You respond in a hushed whisper, slightly concerned that your elderly neighbors will be even more disturbed by the noise. "I've told you this a million times, and you barely do anything about it. If anything, it's gotten worse like you're doing it on purpose. People are trying to sleep and I'm trying to study, why is this so hard for you to understand?"

He sucks his teeth. "You're such a little snitch. And I've already told YOU that YOU can't tell me what to do."

"I know I can't...but they can," you nod toward the exit, referring to the police officers that most likely just left out that way with a tiny smirk growing on your face.

If it was possible, he clenched his jaw even harder and you think that he's going to pop a blood vessel. He pushes his way into your apartment, which sends you stumbling back and you grab the door handle to regain your balance. This causes you to close the door shut.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're-"

He steps right up to you and leans down into your face.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, seriously??? Why are you such an annoying little brat? Just because you're a nerd with no friends who gets no play doesn't mean you can take your bitterness out on me.”

You have to laugh in his face at this point because hello??? First of all, who is he talking to? Second of all, you have told him a BUNCH of times to turn his music down late at night. You didn't think that was too much to ask. As far as you were concerned, being aware of your noise level when you live in an apartment is the universal bare minimum for being a human being.

"ME? Who do you think YOU are? Actually let me tell you. You're an entitled little rich boy who thinks he runs the world. I don't give a fuck about how popular you are on campus, how many people fall at your feet to be around you, and how many hoes you have, you cant talk to ME like that. And how are you going to try and tell me about myself when it's too much of a task for you to be a decent neighbor? I've never done anything to blatantly bother you, so why can you just.." You started to panic because usually when you raise your voice out of anger, your voice cracks and tears threaten to pool out of your eyes, but you tried to get a grip and not back down..."why can you just be nice to me so we can live in peace? Is that too hard for you???"

He looked kind of taken aback by your question. Being nice to you? It never crossed his mind. Also, you kind of had a point. When the semester started and you both moved in on the same day, you would shoot him a small, friendly smile in passing but you never seemed interested in getting to know him. He always wondered why that was. It's not that he had a problem talking with girls, since all he had to do was breathe and girls would come flocking around him, but you would flat out ignore him. Even at all the major parties at the beginning of the year and on Thursday nights when students take over the clubs in the city, you'd barely even acknowledge him. He KNEW that you had seen him too, since you would make eye contact, but you acted like he was just another guy at the club.

And he'd be lying if he said you weren't fine. You had thick thighs, a beautiful face, nice curves, and always wore outfits that hugged you in the right places. He always wondered what it would feel like to wrap his arms around your body and press it against his own. He would constantly sneak peaks of you throughout the night at the club, but something stirred in him when he saw that you were chatting up other guys. Was he...jealous? Jealous that you were so eager to pay attention to these dudes who, in his opinion, were decent looking but they were nowhere near his level, and you never even gave him a second thought? One night he even saw you leaving with a man he knew through mutual friends, and he had to physically stop himself from breaking the glass he was holding, because that guy, while objectively handsome, was nothing compared to him. Jungkook wasn't blatantly cocky, but he let his talent, charm, and looks speak for themselves. He was THEE Jeon Jungkook, and nothing ever really bothered him....except you.

Was he....interested in you? Nah, that can't be it. You were some random chick who happened to be his neighbor, who also is one of the only girls he's met that doesn't give two fucks about even having small talk with him, and that infuriated him for some reason. So the first time you came knocking on his door in an adorable pink satin pajama set with a matching bonnet complaining about his loud music, he knew the game he had to play.

He's still standing over you, centimeters away from you face, but you notice that his eyes soften a little and so does his jaw. He unclenches the fists he was holding crossed against his chest

You continue, “I don't care what you do, and I'm DEFINITELY trying to run your messy ass life. Believe me," you scoff, "you don't have enough money to pay me to do that. But when your dickhole behavior fucks with MY life is when it's a problem. And it's BEEN a problem."

He rolls his eyes. "Whatever, little girl, maybe I should call you little mouse now, since now I know that you'll go squeaking to the cops now, don't fuck with me or my music again.”

Without moving your head you look him up and down with a confused expression. "Am I supposed to be scared of you? No seriously, you look like you cry during Disney movies while wearing footie pajamas, and now here you are throwing a fit because I forced you to stop bothering the entire wing with your music?"

Girl...what are you saying??? This man just barged into YOUR place, is in your face, and is strong enough to pick you up and throw you, and you’re insulting him? But you figured if he's going to be rude, you'll throw it right back because you're tired of his bullshit.

Whatever softness he was feeling for a fleeting moment immediately left, and annoyance once again washed over. He straightens up a bit and puts on that annoying confident smirk he wears when he thinks he's won arguments between you two.

"You should be nicer to me, all it will take is for me to tweet one thing about you, and you'll be the most hated person on campus."

At this point, any suspicions that you had about him annoying you on purpose were confirmed. You've concluded that this mf is a bully and you, small and shy but not one to take mess, will put him in his place to-motherfucking-night.

You take a step toward him, now crossing your arms tightly against your chest, but he doesn't even move a hair backwards.

"Clearly you need a rude awakening so here it is. I don't know what type of people you've dealt with all your life, always saying yes to you, letting you boss them around and taking whatever bullshit you dish out, but let me tell you I am not the one. Never have been and never will be. Unlike the other fools around here who cream their pants at the mention of your name, I don't care about who you are. You'll respect ME and MY peace as long as we're neighbors, you get me?"

Now y/n, you have never so boldly stood up to someone, where did that come from, babes? You've tried to not let this entitled little boy get to you this whole time, but with him standing in front of you in the middle of your apartment with that extremely annoying, yet handsome, smirk on his face, and after all the crap he's said tonight, he had you all the way fucked up.

After you said that, he just laughed and looked away. Now you’re standing there fuming and confused...was there a joke you missed? You were being dead serious!

"Something funny?" you ask, narrowing your eyes.

"Nothing, just thinking about how I want to face fuck that annoying little mouth of yours so you finally shut up.”

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor. You've never had a guy say something so blatantly rude and vulgar literally inches away from your face. But again, you weren't going to back down.

"Oh really?" Scoffing and tilting your head to the side a bit while narrowing your eyes even more, "I'd very much like to do the same. Maybe then you'll learn your place."

"Oh please, princess, you probably blanch when someone around you even mentions the word sex." He chuckles and leans down close toward your face again and cocks his head to the side, scrunching his nose and in a pouty voice said, "you're fooling no one, but keep trying, maybe you'll get there.”

You're even more annoyed than you were before, if that was even possible. But if he wanted to play this game, you might as well go there with him. It's true, you were a bit more prudent than more, but it pissed you off that he could tell. Regardless, you do know some things to say that could have him leaving with his tail between his legs.

You pouted your lips and in a babying tone said, “Aww sweetheart you have no idea. You think you're big and bad but like I said, you probably cry watching Disney movies. The same way you'd be crying, begging me to let you cum down my throat as I mercilessly toy with your cock for hours.”

Now it's his turn to go pale. Y/n, his stuck up neighbor who has barely even spared him five seconds of her time just threatened to edge him into submission? He has to pinch himself because he must be dreaming....

“Well I-“

“But I don't even think we’d make it that far, hun” you continue, “because in order to humble your egotistical, disrespectful ass, I'm gonna have to ride your face until you suffocate. And when the paramedics come and I have to explain how you died, I won't even hesitate to tell them that you were a punk ass loser who LITERALLY drowned in my pussy!”

You don’t know who this person speaking is, but it is not you. All of the pent up hostility you’ve held towards him just flooded out of you and you couldn’t stop the words from coming out. To be honest you shocked yourself, but you still stood there with your arms crossed and your face unfaltering, just waiting for him to say something smart back.

He stared at you silently, eyes wider than you’ve seen before and his mouth hung slightly open. He wasn’t expecting you to respond with so much fire, but now he wouldn’t be able to sleep until the image you painted came true. His brain said fuck it, and his lips crashed down onto yours. The kiss is sloppy but passionate, and you swore you heard him quietly whimper.

When he feels you starting to kiss back, he smirks into the kiss. Your lips are moving against each other in tandem, and all thoughts about how much you despise the prick fades away. As you uncrossed your arms and placed them on his chest, you could feel his heart beating wildly. Was he as nervous as you were this whole time? You wonder. You knew he was a player, so he was experienced. But the thought that you made him nervous gave you a tiny confidence boost. His hands slowly slide up the sides of your body to sneak behind your back, to pull you further into his chest. As much as your brain was telling you to resist him and push him away, you couldn't help but fall victim to how soft his lips felt against yours. Suddenly you feel airborne as he swiftly reaches down behind your thighs and picks you up. You instinctively gasp but he doesn’t miss a beat, simply biting your lower lip and locking your lips together again.

“Maybe we should test that scenario of yours, and if it comes true, that wouldn’t be the worst way for me to go” he says, doing that annoying but soul-crushingly handsome smirk he likes to wear as he carries you off to your bedroom.

[wocfics]

Eyes Of An Angel

Part 2

Arranged Marriage Series

Masterlist

JJK x Poc Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, SMUT. Idk why but this shit right here...whew

Word Count: 4.4k+

“Cute.” Jungkook clasped his hands together as he and the rest of the boys met up with their wives before heading to the award show. You were dressed in a short black dress, the back opened but extremely sheer and see through. As much as he didn’t like the idea that some other guy would look at you, he knew your style by now. You liked to feel comfortable knowing that you could wear what you wanted, within limits, around Jungkook. Your dress stopped a few inches above the knee and the front of the dress was bodycon like with a slight dip at the neck. Your hair was in it’s slicked up ponytail with a side part and you wore a pair of black red bottoms. A small wing liner and a brown lip, so it didn’t take away from the look and Jungkook wore black from head to toe, with his new haircut and dyed tips. 

He kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand as you got into the vehicle to make your way to the event. The past few months, Jungkook came around more, he even had to let you know that your cooking was starting to mess with his diet but that was one of the first arguments that you two had gotten in. It’s not that you were trying to make him fat, but something about him being at the gym longer and coming home sweatier than he usually was, just did something to you. Of course other women would look at him, so it was safe to say that the other half of the reason was that you were in fact, trying to ruin his diet. You couldn’t help it.

He explained to you that you two were married and that as much as he loved when you would make Flan or Arepa, he had a diet he needed to stick to in order to keep up his figure. You’re only argument was that you wanted to make sure he was eating enough to keep up his energy, but he knew why you were doing it. In the end, you both ended up being pouty babies for a half hour before you caved in and apologized and now your punishment was to go to the gym with him every time he went, which sucked, a lot. You hated getting up early and he would make you both jog on the treadmill in the gym for a half hour. 

Back in the car, you stared at the tattoos on the back of his hand while he spoke to Taehyung until they got to the venue. Once there, you had gotten out behind him and you took pictures together and as a whole group, you were already being seated. 

You both kissed the back of each others hands when he was told to head backstage. You two both agreed that making out in public wasn’t it for you. The first time Jungkook kissed you was on accident when he was trying to wake you up in the morning. He was too close to your face and was gonna scare you until you quickly turned around and brushed lips with him in the process. Instead of freaking out he just simply pecked your lips before telling you to brush your teeth and you wanted to body slam him except for the fact that your body was sore from the workout the day before.

During BTS’ performance, you grinned the entire time, even though the cameras were panning over to you and the other women, you kept your eyes on the stage, dancing in your seat. You and Taehyung’s wife sat next to each other and chatted back and forth in between speeches. Throughout the show, you two had exchanged numbers and even agreed to meet up for coffee since the boys would be flying between here and the states. 

After the show, you headed to the after party where most of the idols met up, drank, danced and chatted as well as some networking. You and Jungkook clung to each other the entire time, him moving around to chat with different people and introducing you while you kept your arms wrapped around his one. As the night progressed you saw Namjoon storming out with his wife in clutch and Jimin’s wife leaving in a hurry with Jimin on her heels, she looked upset and soon Jungkook was letting you know it was time to go. Finally. As much as you liked to mingle, you were ready to get out of these heels and dress and into some sweats and one of Jungkookg’s hoodies.

It felt good to step inside your home, kicking your shoes off and sighing heavily at the feel of your feet touching the floor. Jungkook undid his tie and cufflinks in the car on the way home and was now taking off his jacket and finally pressing a kiss to your lips. It was a long day so finally being able to relax and kiss as much as you wanted was a relief. He had both arms around your neck, smothering you into him while yours went around his waist. The kiss was moderate, him repeatedly pecking at your lips until you nipped at his bottom one and ran your tongue over it until he granted you access to his. He groaned into your mouth before pulling back and looking down at you. “You did a good job tonight.” You broke the silence and removed your hands from around him. 

Although you two had been living together for the past three and a half months, he still wasn’t ready to have sex with you yet, he wanted it to be at a good time and considering their busy schedule, he always had something to do the next day which meant he was always tired. 

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he smiled. “Thank you. You looked beautiful tonight. Now, let’s get some sleep.” Yawning, he walked into the bedroom while you sighed heavily and tried not to sigh too loud from frustration. As much as you wanted to just jump his bones, you didn’t want to do that while he was still so tired from practice and recording. You had to be patient...even though it had been three months, it had to be worth it right?

After you and Jungkook had gotten ready for bed, you didn’t realize house tired you were until you instantly fell asleep a few minutes later. It had to be from both the sexual frustration and the events leading up to the award show. This lifestyle was more hectic than you thought and with their flight coming up in a month, you had to be ready to be home for a while without him. The first time you’d be in the apartment by yourself and to be honest, you were nervous.

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One Month Later.

Being alone in the apartment had its ups and downs, you invited Tae’s wife over more often and you two talked for hours on end about your passion for art and your husbands, Tae’s wife expressed how they wanted to start a family very soon already and you weren’t at all shocked. Seeing how her and Tae interacted with each other was adorable. They looked mysterious out in public but you could tell they were completely infatuated with each other just from how they looked at each other. 

The only way to keep up with Jungkook while they were all in America was through text and Facetime. You noticed the photo the boys took with Ariana Grande and you had to roll your eyes because you knew she was Jungkook’s celebrity crush. Damn her and her cuteness she had over your husband. You made a mental note to stop wearing high ponytails after seeing the picture. 

You did keep up with your workout routine even though you had to do it alone and getting up was hard without Jungkook there to literally drag you out of bed. Right now, you were in the middle of making a stir fry when you heard the door unlock and Jungkook coming in with suitcases and bags in tow. Rounding the corner, you leaped onto him, forgetting about cutting up the vegetables and wrapped your legs around his waist as he held you up. You kissed all over his face, mumbling to him in Spanish about how much you missed him while he was away. It ended with you kissing his lips while he laughed at how antsy you were. 

“I’m making some dinner, I know you’re hungry after that flight, don’t worry it’s healthy but...I did make some Pastelillos but only a few because I know you’re hungry.” His eyes lit up at the mention of food. “Let me take the bags in the room and change and I’ll come back out.” He gave you a final kiss before disappearing into the room. Tonight had to be the night, he was happy to see you, and you finished up dinner, besides, you were wearing lingerie under the pajama shorts and oversize shirt you had on. A black lace bra and matching panties that had a little bow on the front. The bra had satin ribbon that you wrapped around your midsection and tied in the front as if you were a present. 

After he sat down at the table and ate with you, talking about his tour, he jumped right to it. “We were rehearsing for the Grammys and that’s how we took the photo with Ariana. She was so sweet and kind, she gave us all hugs and said she loved my voice when I sang.” He was grinning from ear to ear and you hated it and where this conversation was going. Standing up to clear the table while he spoke, you straddled over his lap and sat down, facing him and kissing him before he pulled away after a while and patted your hips. “I have to get up early for rehearsals for the tour. I’ll have some days off next week.” He whispered. You peeled off your top and leaned back to let him see you, he looked down and back up at you. “Y/N...please wear this again when everything is right. The flight was exhausting and as much as I would love to, rip all of this off of you, I don’t have the energy.” He watched your face drop and your eyes lower before covering yourself with the shirt and nodded. 

He didn’t want you to be upset and he could tell that you were. Rolling your eyes, you remove yourself from on top of him and clear your  throat. “You should go and get ready for bed now, so you can get enough sleep for tomorrow.” Putting the shirt back on, you walked into the kitchen to put everything up. Jungkook rubbed his face and sighed while standing up. “I’m sorry, Y/N. You know that right?” He asked. You shrugged and went to clean the dishes. “Jungkook, go to bed. It’s fine.” You glanced at him over your shoulder before returning to the dishes in the sink. Of course you were upset, and admittedly a little jealous. All you wanted was to show him how much you missed him but he spent all of his energy talking about his trip that he practically had none left for you. 

You knew it had nothing to do with the way you looked, you were always confident about your appearance, you knew he was tired all the time but you just wished he had some time for one on one time that was way overdue. 

After turning off the lights in the kitchen, you walked into the bedroom to see Jungkook peacefully sleeping under the comforter. You noticed the suitcases that were still packed and shrugged, not wanting to put his stuff away that he could do himself. He could get Ariana Grande to do it for all you cared. Taking off your pajamas to remove the lingerie underneath, you tossed it into the hamper and put your shorts and shirt back on and climbed into the bed. Jungkook immediately cuddled up behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist. 

The next couple of days were spent with you not saying more than a few sentences to Jungkook. You woke up earlier than him to get a workout in and handed him his lunch on his way out. He knew you were still upset about the other night, which he had to talk to you about because he did not like tension. 

The pressure was building up all week, luckily he was coming home so late that you were already asleep so you couldn’t talk about it. It wasn’t until one day, during his first day off, you came back from working out to him leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed over his chest. Rolling your eyes, you went to take your shower and washed your hair, leaving it down to dry and pulled on sleep shorts and another oversized shirt when he came walking into the room. 

“Y/N, seriously? This attitude you have needs to stop, you’re getting worked up over nothing and it’s been going on all week. I know you’re mad at me but this is getting ridiculous.” He spoke. Putting the brush down after brushing through your hair, you placed a hand on your hip. “If it bothers you so much then go tell Ariana Grande.” You pushed past him to go and get some water. “Pequeña cola de caballo con perra.” You mumbled while grabbing a water bottle. 

Jungkook went to his phone to translate what you said. ‘Little ponytail wearing bitch’ was what was brought up and he growled before stalking out towards you. “Y/N! This has nothing to do with her. Why are you so jealous all the time? Of Ari?” You paused mid drink and narrowed your eyes at him. “Wow. Ustedes dos deben ser mejores amigos para que le den un apodo!” You laughed and shook your head. “Whatever Jungkook. Go be with your celebrity crush that you talk about all the time. I’m sure she’ll be enough for you to want to take your pants off for.” 

Sighing in frustration, Jungkook gave up and lost his temper. “OH MY GOD Y/N GET OVER IT. I DON’T LIKE HER LIKE THAT AND YOU BEING JEALOUS IS STARTING TO PISS ME OFF. YOU DON’T THINK I GET MAD WHEN YOU HAVE ON LOW CUT SHIRTS AND SHORT SHORTS WHEN YOU GO WORK AT THE BAR SOMETIMES?! GET REAL! JUST BE QUIET AND TALK TO ME IF IT’S BOTHERING YOU, YOU KNOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING WHEN YOU SPEAK SPANISH.” He never raised his voice like that and you just paused, staring at him.

For some reason he was way more attractive now than you ever saw him before. Something about him asserting dominance made your knees slightly weak and your insides heat up. You bit your lips as you watched him, his chest rising up and down after his outburst. He was staring at you too. “Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, walking past him when he caught your arm and quickly backed you into the wall near your bedroom. His large hand gripped both sides of your jaw and brought his lips down to yours in a heated kiss.

Anger was still boiling inside of you, but that didn’t stop your hands from reaching out to tug on his shirt, forcing him to press his entire body into yours. “I’ll make you talk.” He grumbled into your mouth, forcing his tongue past your lips to seek out your own. Your eyes closed but your eyebrows were still pulled together in frustration. His hands moved from your face down to the collar of your shirt and in one swift motion, he effortlessly ripped it into shreds, a gasp escaping your parted lips. “You ripped my shirt!” You bit his lip and he growled, pulling you away from the wall and slapped your ass, lifting you up at the same time and wrapping your legs around his waist. “It was my shirt, anyways.” He pressed you back into the wall again.

Moving his lips down to your neck and biting the flesh there, leaving purple bruises over your neck and collarbone. “Don’t start something you can finish, Jungkook.” You breathed out, looking down when he pulled away from your chest and stared up at you with those big brown eyes of his. “Now you have something to say huh? Such a brat.” He carried you into the room and tossed you onto the bed, landing on your back. You scoffed and sat up, falling back down when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you to the end of the bed. 

“Who the fuck are you talking to? You can’t call me that.” You shoved him and he smirked, pulling off his shirt and stalking over to you, pinning you down on the bed with your hands on either side of you. “You’ve been stressing me out all week, ignoring me and rolling your goddamn eyes and now you want to speak?” Your eyes glanced down towards his upper half, and he cocked an eyebrow at you, going back to attach his lips to your upper chest, brushing his thumbs over your already hard nipples. 

Keeping your hands on either side of your body, you stared down at him, keeping your bottom lip between your teeth even as he pulled off your shorts while making his way down your body. How was he making you angry and turned on all at the same time? You had never seen him this riled up before and if you were honest, it was beyond sexy. 

His lips moved back over your chest once again, sucking each nipple into his mouth one at a time, twisting the other between his fingers when his mouth wasn’t on it. You sighed heavily, wanting him to do more, you hated teasing. As if he could read your thoughts, he trailed his kisses down your torso, nipping at the side of your waist while looking up at you as you tsked at him.

Spreading your legs apart, he stood up and looked down at your dripping wet core, you suddenly feeling self conscious. You tried to close your legs but he was stronger than you and kept them open, chuckling at your attempt. “Don’t even think about it. This is what you wanted, baby.” His voice huskier as he groped your inner thigh, immediately placing his thumb onto your swollen clit and began rubbing it, lowering himself down on his knees.

Your eyes widened before closing at his touch, sending a light chill up your spine. The moan that left your lips surprised you, your eyes darting open and your head snapping down at Jungkook between your legs, his lips attached your pussy, making out with it and rolling his tongue over your clit. “Fuck..” You pushed his hair from his forehead, locking eyes with him as he bore into yours. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pressed his tongue into your clit more, moving it down to prod at your entrance, loving the sounds that were coming from you as he closed his eyes and hummed in satisfaction. 

Your body shivered, heating up from the pleasure he was bringing you. Sliding two fingers into your dripping hole, he sucked your clit into his mouth while slowly sliding his fingers in and out of you, your back arching and you hissing from the stretch. “You’re gonna make me come…” You groaned, moving your hands up to grip the blanket beneath you. He pumped his fingers faster, moaning against your pussy as your own wetness made it easier for his fingers to glide back and forth,  the squelching noises from his fingers being inside of you making him work that much harder. “Oh baby, you’re so tight...you gonna come already?” He moved back to flick his tongue rapidly over your clit, a louder moan leaving you as you rolled your hips into his face. 

You were so close, he just needed to keep going at the pace he was going, his fingers and his tongue working in unison to bring you to your high until it was ripped away from you when he removed both his mouth and his fingers. You cursed and glared down at him.

He kissed your inner thighs, pulling down his sweats and standing up, wiping your juices from his mouth and leaning over you to kiss you, sliding you tongue into his mouth and tasting yourself on his lips. “Flip over.” He demanded and stood back up, watching you turn over onto your stomach and onto your knees. He grinned and began kneading your ass, getting onto the bed behind you and spreading your cheeks apart, guiding his dick between your folds and quickly thrusting into you. 

Hissing, you folded your arms and rested your head against them, squeezing your eyes shut at the slight burn he brought from the girth of his cock. He wasted no time in gripping your hips tightly and setting a brutal pace, huffing and keeping your ass cheeks spread apart, watching you suck him in each time he pulled out. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, fingers gripping and twisting the blanket in your hands as your hair fell into your face. You flipped it back and grunted when he grabbed a fistful. He made the sweetest noises you had never heard any man make before. His fingers digging into your hips as he continued to piston his hips into yours. 

“Make me come...please...Kookie…” You whimpered, shocking yourself with what you were saying. He moaned at your words, letting your hair go and placing his hand back on your hip, making your legs spread even more which allowed him to go deeper. “Oh baby...fuck.” He slapped your ass, the sting causing you to bury your face in the blankets as he continued leaving hand prints all over your bottom, knowing you’d feel it the next day. It only added to the pleasure you felt building up. 

His hips smacking into your ass at the speed he was going, jerking your body back and forth, had you tightening around him. He could feel you doing this and grunted, tossing his head back. Your moans got higher and higher, your legs trembling. “K-keep going, j-ju-just like that. I’m coming...oh fuck.” You squealed, squeezing your eyes shut and rocking your hips back into him as you climaxed, wanting him to reach his high as well. Feeling you flutter around his cock, he looked down, holding you up as you almost collapsed. “Oh...shiiiit.” He dropped down on top of you as your legs straightened out, pumping you full of his seed as he breathed into the back of your neck, his chest covering your back. 

You closed your eyes, a smile tugging on your lips as you felt him fill you up. He was heavily breathing into your hair, nuzzling his forehead into you before sitting up and pulling out of you. “Don’t move.” He breathed out, walking into the bathroom and coming back with a warm cloth. You turned you around to clean you up and went back into the bathroom to splash his face with cold water. 

You laid on your back, watching him walk around the room to grab the clothes that were thrown while he was still naked. He was about to put on a pair of shorts and you cleared your throat. “Stay just like that and cuddle me.” Your voice was a little hoarse. He winked at you and went to get you both two glasses of water. When he returned, you took a glass from him and drank half of it before placing it on the table by the bed.

Placing his glass down, he moved over to you and rested his head on your chest, rubbing soothing circled over your waist and hip. You pressed your cheek to his forehead and sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, for acting like such a brat and being a jealous wife. You were just so happy talking about Ariana Grande that all I saw was red.” You looked down at him when he shifted to look up at you. His turn to hold you, he wrapped his arms around you and softly kissed your lips. “Y/N, the boys hate when I bring up your name in any conversation. I talk about you more than anything and anyone. Yeah, Ari is a nice girl but I don’t look at her the way I look at you, okay? You’re beautiful, stubborn but smart.” 

He looked at the bruises on your neck from him and grinned. “Do you really get upset at the way I dress when I go to work?” You asked and he chewed on his lip while shrugging. “Depends on what you wear but I’m not going to tell you how to dress, especially if you were already dressing like that but, I know how guys are, I want to be the only one seeing you in those kinds of clothes.” He was jealous, you could tell. Possessive but not to the point of trapping you in the house. 

“How about we go shopping later on this week and you can help me pick out some work clothes. I have to make tips so maybe something cute instead of super sexy.” 

“Y/N, you don’t have to do-”

“I’m doing it for us, Kookie. I don’t want anyone questioning you about me because of the way I dress, okay? You’re important to me.” You snuggled into his arms and stared across the room at the window. “It’s still morning time. Are you hungry?” You asked. Upon asking that, you heard his stomach growling and laughed while sitting up. “Come on, I’ll make something healthy. I know you have a comeback to look nice for.” You spoke while throwing on one of his shirts and putting your hair up in a bun. 

He followed you out into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on top of your head. “I’ll help cook. I’ll make some smoothies.” He turned you around and cupped your face gently between his hands and placed sweet kisses on your lips. “I could just eat you all day.” He spoke against your lips. You hit his chest and moved into the kitchen. “Such a perv.” You laughed while he wiggled his brows. 

This was going to be a long day.