#know them well enough to risk offending them) so it just makes everything so fucking hard

[lonesomedotmp3]

ok I'm going to check the kitchen to see if the sink is empty (it won't be) then I'll have a shower and THEN I'm going out to eat by myself for the first time in months and months because a) if I have any more dirty dishes I can't clean (assuming I even have enough rn to eat something at home) I'll start crying and b) I deserve something nice for not yelling at everyone in this building for a hundred years and then punching them in the face. I'm fine btw 😐

[itiswormtimebaby]

Pairing: Dark Mafia!Bucky x fem reader CW: DARK. dom Bucky, sub reader, not safe or sane, slut shaming, degradation, implied violence (against omc), boot stuff/licking, dubcon (to be safe), implied voyeurism

“You let him in my pussy?” 

Prostrated in front of him you don’t dare lift your head from its position- forehead pressed into the cold concrete floor between your spread arms. Bucky circles around behind your prone form, kicking your legs further wide, knees skittering painfully across the rough surface. “Answer me.” His voice is as lethal as the gun on his hip.

“N-no.” Your voice is weak in the presence of his ire, any good time feeling you’d had earlier in the night has gone cold, as cold as the arousal drying on your puffy lower lips. An undignified yelp escapes you unbidden as the toe of one of his expensive leather boots settles against your cunt, swiping across it before he moves to stand in front of you. At his command you lift your head up, allowing him to slide the offending object into your line of vision, your slick marring its otherwise pristine polish; “Then why are you so god-damn wet?” You shake your head weakly, knowing there was no correct answer, he wouldn’t believe a placating lie no matter how sweetly delivered and the truth would only- 

“Clean it up.” Tearfully you begin to kitten lick across the soiled surface, ashamed at the fresh wave of arousal that the action insights within you, knowing any seconds you’d be leaking all over the floor. You vaguely wonder with a filthy thrill if he’d have you clean that as well. He doesn’t speak again until he is satisfied with your work; “Assume the position.” Like a puppet on a string your body jerks into place, legs folding under you until you are on your knees, bare ass cheeks pressed into the heels of your feet, hands limp against your thighs, neck bent. 

“Don’t make me ask again. Speak.”

“He…he touched me.” 

A fresh wave of slick gushes from your neglected opening as you revel in the fear, the shame, the desperate desire that being pinned under Bucky’s gaze is causing you.

“He got you wet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“He touched my pussy?” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

“How many fingers?” 

“SIR!”

Bucky scowls at your tone, at your audacity, he gives you everything and you think he’d be okay with you going on dates? On letting someone besides him touch you? 

“Fine,” He grits out between clenched teeth, “You don’t want to tell me?” 

The room is deathly quiet aside from soft schlick of your thighs rubbing together, you can’t tell what he’s doing and won’t risk looking around to try and figure it out. It doesn’t matter, the answer becomes clear soon enough. “Steve?” The muffled voice of his right hand man alerts you to the fact that he’s on the phone, “Break all ten.” 

Fingers, you realize, he’s talking about your dates fingers. 

“Then bring him in.” 

Terror, arousal, shame, regret- it burst forth from your body in the form of tears.

Bucky crouches down so your eye level, calloused fingers gathering the salty droplets and sucking them into your mouth; “You want to act like a whore, Doll? Then I’ll fuck you like one. That sorry son of a bitch is going to see exactly who owns this pussy, and if you ever so much as breathe in his direction again I won’t just break his fingers, I’ll take both fucking hands.”

[moondal514]

I loved reading your twins fics! Do you have any Aaron fic recs? Andrew ones welcome too but Ive seen more of them so Aaron is who I’m really looking for hahaha

Do I have Aaron fic recs??? BOY do I have Aaron fic recs:

blood everywhere by timeloops/ @billdenbrough

Tap. Tap. Tap.

“I’m going to throw this at you,” Aaron threatens, brandishing his textbook at Neil and his offending fingers.

Neil just scoffs. “I’m faster than you,” he says dismissively.

It’s funny, the things that can spark a memory. Neil says I’m faster than you, and it’s true, except for the time it isn’t. Neil says I’m faster than you, and Aaron is leaping forward, swinging. Blood everywhere.

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There is no risk-free way to crash a car, and other things Aaron Minyard knows.

—it's a casual saturday afternoon, neil has a hypothesis, and the monsters have a bet to settle / aaron, on trauma, mirrors and memories

I’ve called this fic before a bunch of character and relationship analyses stacked in a trench-coat disguised as a fic, but this fic truly is some of the most insightful Aaron character analysis I’ve ever read and it was a major influence on my own Aaron fic

Dialing Numbers Till I Get It Wrong by sambutwithbooks

Aaron knows in his bones that Neil wouldn't have his number in any other circumstance. Their current forms of communication involve pointed silence, cursing, and exy terminology only- if they ever willingly started up a textual conversation the world might literally fold in on itself.

This is why, when his phone buzzes with a text from Neil on Thursday afternoon, Aaron's first response is annoyance at Neil for breaking the status quo. They’ve got a vibe going and this is harshing it, thanks.

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Aaron gets a confusing text from Neil one afternoon and proceeds to have a crisis about it.

This is one of the funniest fics I’ve read in the fandom and it’s a great look at Aaron and Neil’s relationship

in my life i have seen people walk into the sea, just to find memories plagued by constant misery by errantgods

Aaron hates this; he’s supposed to be the one with the shitty fucking coping mechanisms. This particular shortcoming isn’t supposed to be another thing that points towards the constant neon sign "Twins" between them.

It’s almost a miracle that they met at all. There are a million scenarios where Andrew and Aaron didn’t make it even this far. And the idea that Andrew maybe doesn’t, even in some small way, want to be alive, is almost too much.

One of my favorite versions of a post-canon twinyard reconciliation I’ve read in the fandom

eight seconds left in overtime by ilgaksu/ @ilgaksu

Katelyn tells him that her friends bet her a six-pack that she wouldn't talk to him. She’s there in her cheerleader skirt and he says, “Well, now you have.”

He tells himself he doesn’t notice how the skirt cuts across her thighs. The feeling in his chest, he tells himself, is not disappointment

“Yeah,” she says, and bites her lip.

The fic that turned me into an Aaron Minyard fan

It’s in the Jeans by Paradoxolotl/ @paradoxolotl

As a man of science, Aaron knows exactly how to solve his current problem. Crisis. Ground shaking, sky shattering, panic inducing crisis.

But it’s fine, he’s fine, everything is fine.

He just needs Neil to kiss him. For science.

Another one of the funniest fics I’ve read in the fandom

genesis' wane by kairospy/ @kairospy

“Why were you in the car with mom, Andrew?”

“You know why,” he answered. But that was simply not good enough.

:*:*:

Or, the twinyards’ backstory and most pivotal moments of their relationship but using fancy words

This fic is like the twinyard Bible to me; I can’t emphasize enough what an impact and influence it has had over how I interpret Aaron and Andrew’s pre-canon relationship

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I hope you enjoy these fics! And thank you for the compliment to my own twinyard fics <3

[gayf1hoe]

A Risk Worth Taking - Part 2

After Zane's reconnaissance lap, me and a few other mechanics head out to the track and do some last minute data analysis before we have to clear the track for the race start. There is a sea of people constantly bumping into each other as if It isn't hot enough without people encapsulating you. Thankfully the cars have a barrier around them and I'm one of the lucky mechanics that gets to stand in it. 

Everything looks to be OK and even if it wasn't it's not like we can change anything under Parc Ferme. I catch a quick glimpse of my old team, this year they haven't been as strong as they were predicted to be and have been reduced to fighting for the last points when last year they were fighting for wins. 

With 5 minutes to go until the formation lap Zane returns to the car and I help him do his seat belt and as I go to stand up he lightly grabs my hand and through the muffled sound of his voice through his helmet and balaclava I manage to make out 

“I'll win this for you”

It's amazing how I have only known him for a few weeks and yet he's going to try and win for me. 

I attempt to say something back but in my earpiece hear “all team personnel off the track” so I have to make a mad dash back to the garage and get put on my pit crew suit. 

Immediately as the race gets underway I see a plume of dust and 3 or 4 cars facing the opposite way, it's almost certainly going to be a safety car and we aren't sure if Zane got any damage as it occurred right at the front. 

We all sit in anticipation of the verdict and confirmation over the team radio. The red flag sign pops up on the screen so immediately in unison the crew stands up and heads out to the pit lane to bring both Zane and Riottomo into the garage.

As Zane comes down the pit lane I can see he's missing a part of his front left wing but a wing replacement is an easy fix. And it also means we have a chance to rethink the strategy and with new strategists on the team we should be OK.  

The FIA informs us that the restart will be in 25 minutes time so for now Zane steps out of the car and sits on the bench and watches the mechanics work. 

“Y/N can you go and get a wing alignment gauge from the store cupboard” the Number 1 mechanic says wheeling himself out from under the car. 

I head into the back and into the store cupboard and attempt to find a wing alignment gauge but it's incredibly hard to find anything in the cupboard because it's so disorganised. There's no point in reorganising it as it gets messed up in a few days as we move from one track to another. 

As I'm pulling stuff off the shelves the cacophony of sounds from the garage makes it impossible to hear the door open. 

“This fucking cupboard is a mess can't find a fucking thing in this place” 

“Chill out my love” I hear a voice say as a pair of arms snake around my waist. 

From the smell of the sweet cologne and the indistinguishable voice that always sends butterflies to my stomach I know it's Zane. 

“What are you doing in here?” I ask. 

“What can't I visit my boyfriend” 

“Since when was I your boyfriend” 

“Wow you were really drunk last night weren't you” 

He's not wrong. The last thing I can remember was seeing another mechanic out with his partner and me and Zane making a mad dash to leave the restaurant and that's where we found ourselves in a night club and everything after that is a blur. 

“Well I asked you if you wanted to be my boyfriend and you said yes” 

He could be totally lying to me right now but I'm 99.9% sure that if he did ask me drunk or not I would have said yes. 

“Oh so we are dating now” I say just to affirm it to myself more than him. 

“Yes so it means I can do this” 

Before I can even fathom what “this” is he pushes his lips against mine whilst simultaneously caressing the back of my neck. He starts to pull my shirt off when my radio goes off

“Y/N have you found the gauge yet we need it”

I push Zane off me and he looks offended, “later” I say returning to the impossible endeavour of finding this thing. 

Zane shoves his hand in a random box and pulls a random thing out whilst declaring “found it”. 

“How on earth” I question. 

“Magic,” he says. 

I quickly take it out of his hand and go to open the door but before I do he plants one last kiss on my lips and we both enter the garage and everyone's eyes turn to us. 

“Did you get locked in or something?” one of the mechanics chimes in. 

“We really need to organise that cupboard” I say handing over the gauge to the number 1 mechanic. 

The restart gets off well with Zane taking the lead. The whole team lets out a cheer as he overtakes Richard for the lead but we all hold our breath as we know it's not over. 

During the race mechanics have nothing to do until the pit window opens so we mostly watch the race or play around like children it isn't until I go to put on my helmet I see that the mechanics for some unknown reason have stuck stickers of Zane onto it and this is the helmet I have to go out into the pit lane in for it to be broadcasted to the world. 

“You guys are dicks do you know that” 

Rodin executes a perfect strategy and both Zane and Ritomo have managed to fight their way back up into the podium places and it's a last lap between Zane and Enzo Fittipaldi. I literally don't breathe and pray that Zane catches the slip stream. 

They fight to the line and I think Zane has come P2 until I see his name move up on the leaderboard. 

The team goes absolutely wild and we run out into the pit lane to wait for Zane. When he steps out of the car I expect him to go to his dad, or his engineer but instead he comes over to me and places a kiss on my lips and gives me a really strong hug. 

The entire team goes absolutely wild but in a good way. I get so confused and one of the machines leans over the sea of people and says 

“We all knew that you two were more than friends” 

Human resources is going to have a field day with this. 

[gremlintheslut]

Forever theirs

Part one

Series master list

Don't reupload, translate or do anything like that without permission from me

words 1105.

18+ read at your own risk w

Warnings: breaking and entering, smut, fingering, clit stimulation, orgasm denial, noncon (technically), watching without consent. Fem and afab reader

Summary

An incubus by the name of fin Balor pops into y/n life. She doesn't accept his advances afraid he would be like the last one that she knew.

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The walk home from work feels longer every time. no matter how many new shortcuts I find. I try to focus on the fact that soon I'll be able to take my heels off and put my feet up, instead of the fact my legs are killing me.

I turn right, into an alley I recently started using as a shortcut. As I do I walk straight into someone. "sorry" I apologize instantly. "it's alright I wasn't looking where I was going" I hear his Irish voice reply as he helps me up. I thank him for helping me and continue to walk.

The next five minutes feel like hours. I finally see my home from the end of the street. I let out a small sigh of relief to myself as I approach. The last few weeks have been hell. My bitch of a co-worker just got promoted to manager so she is my boss now. Said boss has been on my ass ever since she got the position. Not to mention the shit ton of family stuff going on that she thinks is her business.

Every time I walk into work a second late she makes a snarky comment about how she doesn't blame me for being late with 'everything going on.' Cunt. she does it in front of everyone as well. Oh, and some of the other bitches there think it's okay to laugh when she does it. I swear to god the next time she pulls that shit I am going to rip those cheap ass hair extensions off of her head.

Finally home I take my shoes off followed by my coat. I don't bother to put them away properly. I'll do it tomorrow. "you should really shut your windows all the way when you're not home" the same Irish voice from before say from across the room.

I am understandably terrified. I take a step back wondering if I could unlock and open the door quickly enough. Would I be able to outrun him? I watch him as he puts something down on my table. "I get that you're scared but there's no need to be," he says calmly. "I think there fucking is. There's a man I don't know in my house" I say hoping he didn't hear my voice tremble.

"sweetheart I'm an incubus I can assure you, there won't be a scratch left on you unless you want" he replies quickly. I've had sex with an incubus before. Edge. He was addictive like a drug. I relied on him after a while and he left I can't let that happen again. "my job is to give relief to those drowning in stress" he explains. Drowning in stress. "I'm not drowning in stress," I say slightly offended. "so it's a no?" he asks. "it's a no," I say flatly. "my card is on the table for when you come around," he said before turning around walking away but as soon as I blink he disappeared.

What a wild fucking day. I pick the card up. It reads at the very top in slightly bigger writing than the rest 'Finn Balor' and underneath "say it three times to get your wish" for a moment I want to test it out but the thought of the awkward conversation that would come after made me seal my mouth.

I walk to my room and change into my pj's I put the card on my nightstand and try to sleep. But, he was right. I am drowning in stress. No the relief he's offering won't pay my bills. I roll over and get comfy. My eyes never opened so I completely missed the man sitting in my desk chair watching me though it wasn't Finn.

I wake up the next day and do the same thing. Brush teeth, change clothes, brush hair, makeup, shoes, consider throwing my phone away to avoid the hundreds of missed calls from my dad, go to work, go home, cry in the shower, and sleep. Except I am woken in the middle of the night to a hand roaming up and down my body. My heart starts to pound as I pretend to sleep.

"I know your awake princess" I hear the man's Irish voice say. "I thought you'd go away when I said no" I comment. "no I can come and go as I please I just can't make you cum without you saying yes," he says before kissing my neck. His hand is dangerously close to my pussy now. He pulls my legs open slightly before sliding his hand under my PJs and into my panties. I whimper. "my, my, for someone who said no you sure are wet," he says mockingly. I can't help it he sounds so hot.

His fingers creep up to my clit and begin to rub small slow circles around it. I let out an unholy sound and he chuckles. Should I say yes? No, no I can't do that again. He can't stay forever I learned that the hard way. What if I just don't rely on him? No, I'll end up doing it anyway. Without warning his fingers enter me and his thumb continues to rub circles on my clit. I let out the most pornographic sound yet.

He sets a brutal pace. Between my moaning and gasping, I can hear the sound of my Juices on his fingers. Fuck. I'm already addicted. No, I can fight it. He hasn't given me relief yet and I already never want him to leave my side. I have to destroy that card when he leaves I think as the knot in my stomach gets tighter and tighter.

I'm clenching around him and bucking my hips up. But then he pulls away. I whine at the loss of contact. "say yes" he says I remain quiet. If it wasn't so dark I'm sure I'd be able to see the disappointed look on his face. The knot in my stomach is completely gone.

He kisses me and the cheek and I feel the warm presence next to me vanish. If I wasn't so focused on him maybe I would have seen the tall woman at the end of my bed watching us that disappeared with him. I roll onto my side and try my best not to feel sad or upset in any way about not getting relief or about edges abrupt leave.

I close my eyes and drift off into a dreamless sleep. No dream is better than one about either of the men I fell asleep thinking about.

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Thank you for reading my schedule for this series is on the master list -gremlin

[dark-elf-writes]

I'M BACK! Weekends are nice!

-(“Only Potter is here to babysit all of you. I’m here to babysit him.” Ron reached out to ruffle Harry’s hair. Harry smacked his arm away with a petulant glare. “We didn’t want to take the risk of your combined bad luck not canceling out, so here I am.” 

Harry sighed. “To be fair ‘Potter Luck’ isn’t a guaranteed negative. It just means that the most ridiculous thing possible will happen that will either be extremely good to extremely bad.”

“Oh, so like the Midoriya Effect!” )

yeah this one hundred percent is the underlying reason for both series. Absolutely! But I can picture the offended look on Izuku's face and I'm cackling!

-(Honestly, Harry’s as starting to think that somewhere out there was a deity who was staunchly against him having a peaceful fucking snack run. )

Considering I walked into work today and got the rundown to immediately look up and flip the ceiling of, saying 'I don't know who's listening but fuck you', I feel this in my soul.

-The entire scene at the store is amazing! Like I always end up reading it twice when I reread.

(They both had a touch of the madness in them.) We've gone a bit beyond a touch 🤣🤣🤣🤣 That entire paragraph is crazy good. Like the reality of the child soldiers here is that both Class A and the trio faced the same circumstances is shown amazingly well. The line of (who covered their hands in red in the name of a war neither of them had been old enough to see the beginning of.) OOOOFF.

-Is it bad that I almost feel sorry for the troll? Like no living being deserves that 😥

-(Brainwashed. ) I will never be convinced that Shinsou is so underutilized through the whole series. That boy deserved all of the screen time page time art work alllll of it. I feel like he could have ended so many problems. JusticeForShinsou

-(A second later he was gone, apparating in and out of cover faster than the eye could track, shattering masks and leaving a trail of unconscious bodies in his wake. )

This makes me think of the Quicksilver scene from X-Men Apocalypse, where the mansion is exploding and he's literally throwing people out of windows and chucking mattresses and sheets as landing pads. I love it. One of my favorite scenes and make this part of the chapter even better!

-(keeping him from the kids right now is the worst thing you can do)

My guy, do you want an explosion? But protective dad Harry for the fucking win, every time!

-(There went Harry’s plan of pretending everything was fine. )

Good! You wouldn't have gotten away with it for long between Hizashi and Hermione anyway! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MY GUY! But really I love his characterization in the scene 10/10

-The fact that Shouta has already started picking up on the cues of when to step in and when to let it ride and get the popcorn is just perfect. Sir, your future husband will appreciate that from you... and your spouse.

-(Baku, an entire teenager: Bitch Harry, an entire adult who should no better but is, in fact, just Like That: Bitch)

jdkgaghfjdklanvjailghre 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

-Harry is the worst patient and will remain that way until eternity.

-(Harry’s laugh was bitter. Hard. “Isn’t humanity’s curse wanting what we can’t have?” )

Harry, sweetheart, maybe don't say that in front of your future spouse and husband, who literally watched you die! But the atmosphere of this part is so exhausted. You did so amazing at building the tension and the sorrow Harry carries. And the moment of horror when Harry explains that he can't tell them the truth because they will suffer for it, and by extension so will he. UGH so well written and so heartbreaking at the same time.

-(“I’m not marrying you.” 

“I’d rather piss glass than be your husband, thanks.”)

dfjkaelgnuvhnjgrkeslh so I actually like reading ShinBaku but this is fucking perfection!! and the fact that the end note immediately contains this: (Bakugou, the exact minute he cracks the top ten: *grabs Hitoshi* TELL ME YOUR SECRETS YOU EXHAUSTED TWINK) dead, cry laughing oh my god!!!!!!!

One chapter left of this! Then I'm so going through the KOT tag ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

!!! You’re back!!!

My favorite part about the end note with Shinsou and Bakugou is that I fully imagine Baku shaking this poor man like a muppet while demanding answers. Just this poor six foot man who looks a second away from passing out being fully ragdolled on live tv probably.

[laurenairay]

Prompts?!?! 😍😍

Can I request number 1 with my vampire boyfriend, Gravy, please? ❤️

5 – “Don’t make this weird.” – Ryan Graves

956 words.

Shifted your original request to this one as we discussed Jade – I hope you enjoy it!

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Summer in Nova Scotia was only ever made better by one thing – the return home of one of your oldest friends, Ryan Graves. The two of you had been pretty inseparable outside of hockey while you grew up together, but eventually his hockey career had made the two of you grow apart like everyone always said it would. Instagram comments and weekly texts didn’t make up for hanging out in person, and although you now each had your own lives, his return home every summer settled that piece inside of you that always felt empty when he was away.

But he was just a friend, no matter what your other friends liked to think. Sure, he was remarkably attractive – you could admit that much – but there had never been anything between you like that, and you were more than happy with just being friends. He was important, and there was nothing you would do to risk that.

Being around him, at barbecues in your friend’s backyard like this, was more than enough.

“Here’s your burger! Extra cheese, no onions.”

You looked up at Ryan from where you were sitting, smiling at him as he passed you the plate of food. He really was such a sweetheart. “Thanks! I didn’t realise they were ready.”

Ryan just shrugged, smiling back at you. “I figured I’d save you the trip across the yard. Do you want a fresh drink too?”

He wiggled his own empty bottle, letting you know he’d be getting one for himself too, so you shrugged. This guy was just a thoughtful as he was pretty, wasn’t he?

“Sure, why not. Thanks!” you said happily.

Ryan sent you another blinding smile before heading across the yard. You turned back to your circle of friends with a smile on your face, only to see them all grinning at you, making you roll your eyes.

“Don’t make this weird,” you groaned.

“Weird? Oh yeah there’s nothing weird about him bringing you over a plate of food and then immediately leaving to get you a new drink,” your friend grinned, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Basically waiting on your hand and foot.”

“I haven’t even had that from my boyfriend and we’ve been together for five years now!”

“And you still think Ryan’s not interested in being more than friends?”

They all finished chiming in with grins on their faces, staring at you intensely, while all you could do was sit there in a stunned silence with your cheeks flaring with heat. Where was this coming from?

“Come on, you know it’s not like that,” you said weakly, wincing at their unimpressed expressions.

“Think about it, yeah? Really think about it. Because I promise you, what he’s doing isn’t just being friendly,” you friend pointed out.

“Speak of the Devil…”

You glanced to your left to see Ryan wandering back over, two drinks in hand, and looked back to your friends only for them to all stand up and walk away with incredibly unsubtle winks.

“Wow, was it something I said?” Ryan mused.

“It really wasn’t. They think they’re funny,” you sighed, taking the offered drink from his hand.

“Oh?” he prompted, sitting down in the chair next to you.

You lightly bit your bottom lip, drawing it inwards as you considered what your next words should be. Were your friends right? Was Ryan just being friendly or was it more? Was it even worth taking that chance?

“Is everything okay?” Ryan asked softly, forehead creasing slightly in worry.

Fuck it. Ryan wasn’t the type of guy to get offended easily, and you knew that even if it was just him being friendly, he wouldn’t make a big deal of you just being blunt with him. It was better to clear the air than have the wondering stewing up inside of you, right?

“The girls think that you getting my food and drinks isn’t just you being friendly,” you eventually said.

“Oh, well, I uh…”

Well, shit. There was your answer then. So why did it feel so disappointing?

“Hey, Ryan, it’s okay. Like I said, they think they’re funny,” you shrugged, smiling tightly.

“No, it’s not that. I just…they’re right? I just didn’t know you hadn’t realised it too,” Ryan winced.

Oh.

Oh.

“Wait, what? Really?” you said, more than a little stunned.

Ryan Graves, your Ryan, wasn’t just being friendly? He really did want to be more than friends?

“Really really,” he laughed, pale cheeks flushing slightly, “If I’d known you didn’t have a clue that I like you, then I would’ve tried to be more obvious about it.”

Now it was your turn for heat to rush to your cheeks. Had you really been that oblivious?

“Maybe if you’d told me with words rather than subtle actions…” you teased.

“That probably would’ve been the best way of going about it, sure,” Ryan grinned, nodding his head in agreement, “It was hard enough worrying if you were going to reject me.”

Reject him? Not a chance. Even if you hadn’t known or realised what he’d been subtly doing, there’s no way you would’ve turned him down. It’s Ryan, come on.

“You were really that worried?” you asked, frowning slightly.

He let out a shaky breath, before nodding, making you a frown a little more. No, that wouldn’t do. If he could be brave, then so could you.

“Maybe you should take me out to dinner, tell me all about those nerves,” you said simply, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” Ryan said, smile slowly returning, kicking off the butterflies in your stomach, “I think I can manage that. How does Friday night sound?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, smiling back at him.

What a summer this was going to be.

[anxiouslyfred]

A Shop of Both

for @dukexietyweek day 1, Tattoo shop

Summary: Virgil needs flowers for a meet up with family and notices the florist he goes to also does tattoos and piercings. He's confused over the safety of that.

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Virgil had come into the shop for flowers but now all he was registering was 'he has plants through his ear.'

Most people probably wouldn't have focused on that when meeting the shop owner but it was everything that Virgil had the capacity to understand now.

“Welcome to my shop, I'd ask what you're here for, but given your staring, I want to know what;s shocked you about my look today?” The shopkeeper asked after a few minutes of waiting for him to stop staring.

“Is that a real holly branch going through your ear? How is that safe on any level?” Virgil exclaimed, shock colouring his words, just as much as embarrassment as he realised just how he'd reacted in public.

Laughter was his reply, as well as the branch being pulled out to reveal a stretched lobe with a ring stretcher in. “It's female holly, the only spikes on the leaves are at the ends and yeah, it's safe, as much as you might think it's dangerous.”

“Is that how you describe this store, also? Pretty sure combining flowers and pots of mud with things that should be kept sterile like piercings and tattoos is a bad combination.” Virgil asked, looking away from the holly branch now held out to him and around the store now, unable to see any sign of the tattoo studio he knew was included somewhere in the store.

“Guess you're here for flowers then.” The shop keeper grinned, and jumped over the counter he'd been stood behind. “Come and tell me what you need them for. I'm Remus and will not share secrets over my businesses success until at least the first fuck.”

The last sentence made Virgil hesitate, frowning slightly. “Wasn't trying to flirt or get secrets from you, just find out how safe you actually are. You are right though that I'm here for flowers. Been ordered to visit family for lunch and just know if I don't take flowers of some kind the criticism I'm already expecting will be worse.”

“Skip it!” Remus near yelled, but started hurrying off among the rows regardless. “Family shitty enough you expect criticism should never be listened to when asking you to meet them.”

“They really aren't that bad. I'm just pessimistic about well, everything.” Virgil shrugged, “Including the amount of diseases being risked by anyone getting a tattoo from a flower shop.”

Remus laughed at that comment again. “Living is to constantly risk illness, injury and death, why not go to the people open about the chances of it rather than the people who make places so sterile only the worst diseases can remain while all the healthy or helpful bacteria are removed?”

“Just cause an axe throwing place states there's danger does not mean I'd let them make me wait behind the targets while people are throwing axes.” Virgil countered. “Honesty doesn't include safety. What are you even gathering flowers for? I haven't said anything about what I was looking for yet.”

“Haven't even said your name.” Remus grinned as well. “I'm just getting the fucking dull bouquet together. It's the generic shit all relatives can swoon over without worrying that it's not been thought out.”

They carried on walking past the flowers as Remus grabbed a few more type and Virgil tried to remember what the types were. “I'm Virgil and you seriously have a set bouquet for that?”

“You'd be surprised how often people need it. Also Fuck you bouquets, but I think that's because they looked at the website and just wanted to see if that one actually exists.” Remus shrugged, “Besides, I'd assume if you wanted to insult or offend these relatives while still going along with their invite you'd be getting a tattoo at the same time.”

“Would that get me proof that you actually sanitise and keep the area for tattooing and piercing clean?” Virgil blinked after he spoke, wondering why that sounded like he was flirting.

It got him shoulder nudge, “Not sure if you're flirting or turning me down on that offer for fucking.”

“Let's go with the second option.” Virgil nods, lips pressing tightly together to try and suppress whatever reaction he'd have.

“Damn, come back later if you need a tat done. JJ isn't here to cover the store while I tattoo someone currently.” Remus clicked his fingers, shoulders drooping in exaggerated disappointment.

Back at the counter now, Virgil just nodded, letting Remus put together the bouquet while he waiting and fished his wallet out.

“I've added my number to the card so you might want to remove that before any controlling mothers, interfering aunts, nosey uncles and projecting fathers find it.” Remus called after Virgil had paid and was heading out of the store.

His laughter could be heard when Virgil immediately stopped to dig the card out of the flowers and pocket it just outside the shop.

/\/\

This was a bad idea. Honestly, it was also a nice change from all the worries, dangers and concerns over destroying his livelihood that usually flowed through Virgil's mind, but it was still a bad idea.

He'd literally filled 3 A4 pages over all the dangers and concerns he has around getting a tattoo, and still was about to walk back into the florist, piercing and tattoo studio that was 'The Wild Side'.

“Good Afternoon, Welcome to the Wild Side. Which of our services are you here to request?” Someone unknown was sat behind the counter and spoke disinterestedly, only glancing up from their book to Virgil for a second.

“Maybe a tattoo?” Virgil asked, even more uncertain about going through with this thought now Remus wasn't there being whatever level of enthusiastic and teasing he seemed to naturally be.

The person sighed, leaning back from the counter to tap their book against the door. “Someone's thinking about making a horrible decision. Come talk to them.” They called, which had Virgil jolting and putting his hand to the pocket his pages of reasons why he shouldn't do this were stashed. At least, wanting it removed later wasn't actually one of those concerns.

“What type of bad decision can I- VIRGIL!” Remus was cooing as he hurried through the door before bouncing in excitement that definitely wasn't deserved when they'd only met once. “Tattoo or piercing and do you have ideas over what or where?”

Virgil blinked a little, stepping back. “Um – a tattoo, on my neck maybe, since you suggested getting one to annoy my relatives and that'd be visible.”

“You seem nervous about the placement.” Remus stated, but reached out to touch his neck. “You're not one for standing out, are you?”

“Invisibility would be my preferred state 80% of the time. If it weren't for all the smiling, I'd want to be the Cheshire Cat, able to evaporate constantly.” He didn't deny that having a tattoo that's visible had been on his list of reasons not to get one at all.

Remus's hand moved slowly to the front of his shoulder, just beside where a collar might reveal with a couple buttons undone. “How about here then? Close enough that it might be glimpsed but you can easily keep it covered without changing your hoodie for turtle-neck sweaters.”

“Are you going to just stand in the florist section for this consultation or are you actually going to show our customer the studio?” Janus's voice interrupted whatever reply Virgil could have given and thankfully got the hand on him to instead grab his wrist to tug him around the counter and through the door Remus had emerged from.

“Sorry for distracting you from your take down of whichever politician, JJ.” Remus cackled. “Just actually doing my job.”

The door shut but Virgil could swear he heard a comeback about flirting not being part of Remus's job. That seemed like a crazy thought though.

“So about the placement, or whatever you want putting on you? I am an option for things that can go on you.” Remus immediately put doubt to Virgil's doubt about him flirting already pushing him into a seat more likely used when tattooing was in progress than for a normal consultation.

For all the concerns and comments Virgil had made on his first visit to the store the tattoo studio was clearly cleaned and maintained well. The biggest consideration to the store-front was the plants and flowers painted all over the walls and a few small potted plants like aloe vera kept on top of cabinets clearly marked for paperwork.

Focusing back on what had been asked Virgil shrugged a little. “Can it be a frowning vanishing cat? Just- just not the meme one, maybe more like the Cheshire cat original illustrations except frowning? And yeah, there like you suggested.” He tapped where Remus had held his hand too moments before.”

“Still not letting me be on you. A man could be hurt by this rejection but keep doing it. Means you're more comfy around me.” Remus leered a little, grabbing a sketchbook and pushing a chair from a desk over to be next to Virgil.

“Pretty weird that you're set on hooking up with customers at your job. Maybe try inviting me on a date somewhere other than here.” Virgil snarks back, getting the closest he'd dare to outright rejecting or accepting Remus's flirting. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad, but hell, it'd already got him to do something he wouldn't have expected to ever do and that was far less like flirting than Remus had done today.

Remus hummed, pencil moving quickly over the page for a few minutes. “Other than trying to convince JJ to hook up just so I can say I've fucked everywhere I own and failing, you're the only person who've walked in those doors I've flirted with. And they were harsh in their rejection so I spent a month swapping any eggs they brought with spoiled ones since I have keys to their apartment in case of emergencies. Is this a good design for your tat? What colours do you want the cat?”

“Purple and black, do we need to book in a time to do it or-” Virgil's answer for that was easy, using the two colours he was most comfortable wearing.

“I can do it now. No other bookings and JJ knows not to send multiple customers through at once.” Remus span his chair back to the desk grabbing a pot of pencils from one of the drawers. “Pick a purple or two for me to use. I can match the inks we've got to these.”

Virgil looked through the pencils for a moment before deciding Remus wouldn't mention things if he didn't want him to question them. “How harsh would I have to be to face a similar response?”

“Planning your script already?” Remus grinned at him, as if even that could be flirting. “They left me to man both parts of the store alone for a week. Do you how annoying it is to be tattooing someone and have to stop because the bell to the store has gone off? I had to threaten them with letting Picani help out to get them back. Picani is a therapist we know who sometimes asks to use the upstairs space as his office and can't keep any plant alive for a week. Can't remember what they actually said when turning me down, but they have a sharp tongue unless they're trying to charm you so that doesn't matter.”

It was Virgil's turn to smirk, handing his chosen pencils over, “Why would I need a script? I've already told you to ask me on a date at a time neither of us is working that's outside of the store before anything'll happen which you haven't done. Guess you aren't actually into me.”

“This should take until closing time, if you're happy with it.” Remus hummed, scribbling the pencils over his drawing a few times including a black pencil too. “Let's get dinner and I can show you how to look after this after that. Does that cover a date outside of work?”

Virgil froze in the process of taking his hoodie off. “Yup, guess so, and yeah, that looks good.”

“Plus dates get a discount on tattoos.” Remus stated. “So get that t-shirt off and I'll to a test line so you can know how much pain to expect.”

“Sure, I guess.”

[rinwellisathing]

Kroger surprisingly likes to be on top and mainly in control, but he is always open to what his partner would like. Still, with his extensive knowledge of the body, not just Githyanki but many races of Istik as well, he is far more confident in bed than one would expect and much like when practicing medicine, he knows what he is doing. 2. Things being unclean. He is not squeamish enough that he needs to have sex in an entirely sterile place after having just bathed, but too much risk of infection is distracting to him and will kill his mood. As far as turn ons, he loves to feel and see the movement of muscle and the gleam of sweat on skin. 3. Kroger can hold himself back for as long as his partner needs him to, he knows many tricks to temper his pleasure for a longer lasting tryst. 4. His ears and spine are very sensitive. 5. The easiest way to seduce Kroger is graceful movement as well as grand romantic gestures, gestures like that are unusual and exciting to him. 6. Kroger doesn't masturbate often, he finds he rarely has time for such a distraction. 7. Kroger likes to fuck doggy style but won't say no to missionary either, any position where he can easily watch the movements of his partner's body. 8. TW: CSA! While training as a Ghustil, Kroger's instructor developed an uncomfortable obsession with him and insisted that intimacy was important to his education. Being well behaved and a very private person, Kroger kept it to himself for quite a long time. 9. Kroger's favorite place to have sex would probably be a comfortable, freshly made bed in a modest inn room. A soft bed is incredibly luxurious to him and enhances the pleasure, as do crisp, clean sheets and pillows. 10. Because he is attracted to both Wyll and Jaina, he (shamefully by his own admission) masturbated to the idea of them together when they started their relationship. Neither of them was particularly offended, thankfully. 11. Kroger is very quiet, as part of his reserved nature. 12. Kroger isn't fond of sex toys because they often remind him of medical equipment, it just feels a bit unprofessional to him. 13. Kroger prefers giving, after all, what is sex if not a form of making someone feel better? 14. Not particularly often, he tries not to be distracted from his duties. 15. His biggest sexual desire would be to join Wyll and Jaina when they're together and to be able to please both of them. 16. Clinical and precise, but surprisingly loving. 17. Kroger's cock is about 5 inches, fairly average for his people. He certainly knows how to use it well. 18. He is usually thinking about Wyll and Jaina, sometimes Shadowheart (though that's a little more difficult as he's sure Lae'zel is interested in her and that makes it strange because he considers Lae'zel a sister and can't envision her like that.) 19. Kroger is pansexual. 20. Kroger enjoys dirty talk, particularly describing exactly what he will do to his partner and watching the look of excitement and anticipation in their eyes. 21. In Kroger's opinion, out in the woods the time he DID get to join Jaina and Wyll. It was a lot to handle being in the grass and dirt with them, but he still considers it worth it. 22. Kroger likes to be kissed on and around his ears due to their sensitivity. 23. His worst sex experience was the abuse he went through when he was in training. 24. When he finally got his wish to be with Jaina and Wyll, he was able to have multiple orgasms. 25. A bit of a loaded question as sometimes he isn't thinking of it in an erotic way. As a healer (specifically a Ghustil, so a doctor more even than a cleric), he needs to think of how his camp mates having sex will effect treatments. If someone gets pregnant and wants to keep it, what herbs can't he use? What if someone has an infection or social illness?

26. Kroger is not self conscious about his body. One benefit of being a medic is he understands everything about his body is natural and should not be a source of shame. 27. How long sex lasts with him really depends on how long his partner would like it to. 28. Kroger's focus makes it difficult to laugh during sex, but he wouldn't be ashamed to if it happened. 29. Kroger is extremely judgmental of people who won't eat pussy or suck cock. He considers an unwillingness to do these things very selfish.

[a-most-beloved-fool]

Oh this is so neat! Full disclosure i've seen like. ten episodes of tng so far so this isn't fully informed and i don't know what all they did in the show and i am not visually impaired BUT! i have some thoughts to add :)

for people - yeah i love the idea that geordi can't see/recognize faces. i Do think it makes sense that he'd be able to recognize people he knows well - he could either do this by memorizing specific readings associated with them, or by simply programming their 'parameters' into his visor, and attaching their names to the info about them

(this could also be interesting because then if there was an illusionist or something disguised as a crew member Geordi would be the only one to know that they're not who they're claiming to be. Their visuals might be the same, but their temperature and other readings would likely not match up (which is why it can't be a clone or a changeling. they mimic too precisely) so the visor wouldn't recognize the imitation as the person they're claiming to be. it would read them as a stranger.)

alternatively, there could be something that just. really fucks up one of the crew members, and somehow changes some of their fundamental readings enough that the visor doesn't recognize them. could be especially good if they had been separated and were in a dangerous situation so geordi, not recognizing the readings, assumed his dear crewmember was an Enemy, leading to them getting even More Injured.

but yes, he shouldn't be able to recognize people who he doesn't know or see often. (maybe the visor can only save so many people in it, so he's got like. his 25 most seen coworkers in there and just does not recognize Anyone Else until they speak.)

I also love the idea of him not being able to read facial expressions. hmmm, maybe that's why he gets on so well with Data, who just Says what he thinks instead of implying and making faces about it. he's just easier to read. geordi doesn't run the risk of accidentally offending him and Not Realizing.

For computer screens i like the idea of voice commands + audio descriptions since that's how blind people today navigate tech.

He could have a little earpiece that communicates with tech via like. bluetooth and describes everything for him. this is especially fun because Then the earpiece would probably just. not work on non-federation tech. On the Enterprise, he's fine. he's accommodated, and can work smoothly. But the instant he's Outside the federation... the earpiece just. doesn't sync with the tech. maybe he's on a klingon ship, or ds9, or just a random planet, but he just fully Can't Use their technology.

(i'm also a bit amused about the idea of him not being able to see reflections because I'm imagining an episode where they encounter what basically winds up being just. a vampire. in space. and geordi keeps NOT NOTICING while everyone else is in dire straits because. he just can't see. that the vampire doesn't have a reflection. and somehow doesn't get attacked. <- i'm imagining this as one of the goofy episodes. it's not dramatic. it's played for comedy. slapstick shenanigans are happening.)

As a visually disabled person myself, one thing I wish TNG had done with Geordi is show his disability actually affecting how he functions in his daily life. For example, I can’t remember a single time in TNG where Geordi is shown as needing accommodations in his work environment. You might say that’s because his visor means that he can basically “see” normally and so he wouldn’t need accommodations, but I find this explanation frustrating.

For one thing, real life visually disabled people absolutely require accommodations to do most jobs, so if Geordi’s meant to be any kind of accurate reflection of the experiences of blind people, he should require some accommodations. For me at least, it isn’t some kind of wish fulfillment fantasy to see a visually disabled character who can do anything a sighted person can with no accommodations whatsoever. Instead, it feels like a denial of everything that being disabled has meant to me over my life. Disabled people are disabled. We have more difficulty doing certain tasks than an able-bodied person would – that’s what makes us disabled. We require changes to our environment in order to function well.

Also, literally just based on the in-universe information given about Geordi’s visor, it doesn’t make any sense to me that he wouldn’t require accommodations. Geordi’s visor is not really described as simulating vision, it is described as providing completely different sensory information about the physical properties of the world around him. I like to imagine the visor’s input as a kind of enhanced spatial awareness with a precise knowledge of where certain objects are, what their shape is, and what they’re made of. As TNG mentions several times, Geordi’s visor provides much more information than human eyes do, but, importantly, in the few episodes where the details of how Geordi’s visor works are discussed at all, it’s never described as providing purely visual information such as the color or reflectiveness of an object. I think that if Geordi faces a mirror, his visor will tell him there’s a piece of glass in front of him and he’ll know about how large it is and what material it’s made of, but he won’t be able to see his reflection in it, because the visor doesn’t provide that kind of visual information. This distinction is important to me, because it means that Geordi is still functionally blind with the visor, and it should mean that he interacts with the world differently from a sighted person.

For example, I would have loved if Geordi had been shown to be unable to recognize particular people until they spoke. All his visor tells him is that there’s a person in front of him and about what size and shape they are, but this isn’t generally enough information to determine a person’s identity. He canonically perceives Data as looking very different from an organic person which makes sense because Data is made of fully different material. And maybe Geordi can generally tell different species apart based on different body temperatures or something like that. But I really wish that Geordi had been shown at least a few times to need the sound of a person’s voice or some other cue to tell him who they were.

I also think it doesn’t make sense that Geordi can apparently read text on computer screens. How can he read if the visor doesn’t really provide visual information? A computer screen should just register as a flat piece of material. Geordi should have required some kind of accommodation to be able to use the computer screens. For example, maybe Geordi could use the computer entirely through voice commands, something that obviously already exists in the star trek world. Or he could use some kind of tactile display. The Voyager episode The Year of Hell shows that computer terminals on starships are able to utilize a tactile display that I’m guessing is somewhat similar to braille. I loved this mention in Voyager of tactile displays, because it indicates that Starfleet ships are probably automatically equipped with such accessibility devices. Geordi needing an accommodation as small as this would have gone really far in terms of making him feel like a genuine representation of a disabled character, at least to me.

[icharchivist]

While I don't completely agree with your assessment that the knights are hotter than Belial, I respect your opinion. Also, granted, Belial is flaunting his hotness more. If Percy or Siegfried got a unit of them wearing nothing but a g-string, we'll see if my tune changes

And I do admit those guys have much less baggage and it would be nice in theory to get to go on a date without the risk of getting murdered by the hot guy you're going out with....

"If Percy or Siegfried got a unit of them wearing nothing but a g-string" does summer siegfried means nothing to u. the man didn't wear a push up bra as a swimsuit to be disregarded as not slutty enough :(

(also he does wear a mankini under his yukata i'm not letting anyone forget this)

but this is fair, i understand your point of view as well. I do think that out of raw sexiness alone, especially like, design alone, perhaps Belial would be hotter in some circumstances, but the fact Percival and Siegfried have a very sweet personality that takes less "having to cope with the fact they're a terrible person" to enjoy, it makes them even easier on the eye

.... but also i find long hair, especially on men, incredibly sexy, so the longer the hair the more likely it is to have an effect on me, and Siegfried really hits that sweet spot. And aside from that i do have a type for red hair, and Percival also has the exact same haircut as Zack Fair (aka my first fictional character love) so my opinions are swayed by that. Also Percival's waist being absolutely snatched genuinely is the sexiest thing in the world to me.

As a whole, maybe Belial would be hotter, but Siegfried and Percival hits too much design points that genuinely make me melt so eventually they get more points than Belial to me.

And yeah, then there's their personalities to take into account, and yeah, there would be less bagages and less risks. Granted, the risks of being killed is a feature, not a bug, of going out with Belial. If i want to date him it would be out of wanting to studying him like a big, so, the risks and stuff is actually the compelling parts!

But it's true that Percival and Siegfried would be far better for casual dates when you don't feel like going on a survival mode to have a good time.

Percival's dates are obviously made to cater to me in particular for instance. I was rereading his bday lines the other day and i'm still so offended by how those lines were made for me. Percival bragging that he knows everything about MC's interests and that he would go out of his way to make sure MC gets access to all of their favorite interests with the most luxurious experience? Like oh my fucking god. Like in this line he was talking about "i knew you wanted to go to this concert so i got us VIP places with the best of views so you enjoy it to the best of your capacity" literally i'm on my knees asking him in marriage again. Percival would be the type to go on a date with you and buy you literally anything that catches your eyes without you even asking for them. He'd pay attention to anything you may like so he can discuss it with you and share it with you. He likes to play boardgames or spend afternoon just reading and enjoying a good time with you. And there's also this christmas line that has him delighted about building snowmen with MC trying to make a Danchou version of a snowman while joking around with you. Like. Like genuinely the dates with Percival drives me absolutely insane they hit so hard on what i'm attracted to. the only risk with dating Percival is that he will put your date on hold to go and help someone if you guys run into trouble, but like. What a problem that is.

Siegfried is more mellow, especially since he starts out with this whole behavior that he believes you'd be better off without spending too much time with him since he's a ticking timebomb and all. he's also super awkward at times due to how long he spent in the wilds, and for instance his gifts are always survival stuff or stuff to wish you good health, which is all very sweet, but it doesn't work on me nearly as much. Still, dates with him would be very soft, i think he would genuinely indulge in whatever you want even if it doesn't come with the layer of how much Percival wants to participate to those experience as well. The biggest risk with Siegfried is also how he'd drop everything to help someone, and also that he's so hot anywhere he'd go without his mask would have people trying to approach him and you'll find your date very crowded in no time.

So those dates talks to me personally and make them insanely hotter in my eyes.

Belial still is in my top 5 hottest guys in Granblue (... he's probably in 3rd position after Percival and Siegfried i would say), but yeah, Percival and Siegfried just hits on some of my weak point design wise AND the way they fill the date times without risking killing me is actually a very good barging.

So yeah. yeah.

[another-stark-sub]

“Are you in love with him?” - Tony Stark Imagine

Notes: I wrote and editted this in two hours instead of going over my notes. Was gonna be spicy fluffy but it just turned into fluffy, and one of the lines/paragraphs (smth like that i dont remember how long that segment was) is based on/inspired by a fanfic on ao3 I bookmarked. I think it’s debt-free, but I could be wrong.  Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I’m so sorry im not on here more oftennnnn

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“Of course I am. He’s Tony Stark.” You sighed, a weight finally lifted off your chest. “Who isn’t in love with him?”

Bruce blinked a few times, the confusion evident on his face. “Then, why don’t you tell him?”

You scoffed. These geniuses think they know everything, but they couldn’t see what was glaringly obvious to you. “He’s Tony Stark.”

The perplexed expression didn’t disappear from your friend’s expression. So, you explained further, “It’s already a privilege, beyond that really, to be talking to you, to any Avenger. To work with any of you is an honor, and to be friends with you” -you laughed- “it shouldn’t even be possible for someone like me.”

“Don’t say that. You’re amazing, too.” 

You tried to find any tick, any clue that he was lying. But Bruce seemed to really believe this. “I know I’m amazing.” You shrugged. “I’m great. I love and I care deeply, and I have a stable job. I have a place for myself, and I take care of myself.” You clicked your tongue. “However, you all, all  you Avengers… Forget out of my league, more like off planet.

“And Tony? He said it himself. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist. Add superhero, figurehead, public figure, ex-CEO, and savior of the universe. Bruce, I have confidence in myself, but Tony is something else entirely. No one is worthy of him or his affections unless they’re a god or another Avenger.”

It was hard to keep up with the statistical analysis you were trying to run. The literal one on your hologram and the one keeping your view of Tony in check. So, defeated, you sighed and leaned back in your chair. 

Bruce closed his own work and stood across the lab bench. “Weirdly enough, I’m sure none of us Avengers think that way.” After a few taps of his pen against his palm, he added, “Aren’t there fans making posts about you, too? Tony showed me the, uh, Instagram videos.”

You laughed. “Fan edits don’t make an Avenger. Saving the world does.”

He shrugged. “You help us save the world.”

“From inside Avengers Tower on a computer.” You took a deep breath. “Look, Bruce, I appreciate what you’re trying to do. But, I’m not telling him.” You shrugged and brought your statistical analysis back up.

You knew your own worth. You were worthy of an amazing partner and person. Tony Stark, though, was easy beyond that. You had accepted it soon after you realized your own feelings, and while they haven’t dwindled, you knew it was for the best. 

~ - ~

Tony had never resorted to this before. It was never a question of his ability to code. In the past, it was because he didn’t need a program or an AI to do it for him. He could always tell if someone was into him. He knew when Pepper was into him. The moment Rhodey gazed at him back in their MIT days. Every single reporter and heiress and model he slept with, he knew when their thoughts turned sexual or romantic. 

You, though. With you, he couldn’t fucking tell, and he knew it was because of his own feelings. Tony felt intensely for people before. Pepper, Rhodey, that one reporter all those years ago. However, with you, it wasn’t just that fluttery feeling in his gut or the immediate smile he can’t seem to stop when he sees you. It was the comfort he felt when he heard your voice or the softness he could feel in his heart when he saw a picture of you. 

It was like his entire life was full of panic, never resting, never stopping. But when you entered his life with a gentle smile and a quick wit, it felt like he could finally breathe. 

It was addicting. 

“Sir, I have the calculations.”

“Hit me.”

“Speech diagnostics of you and of Ms. (Y/l/n) are similar. Whenever you speak of her, 79.4% is positive and 18.8% is neutral. Ms. (Y/l/n) has  78.9% positive and 17.2% neutral dialogue regarding you. When she speaks of you, her heartrate increases by 4.6%, and similarly, yours increases by 4.1%. When speaking to each other, heartrate initially increases by 7%.”

Tony nodded. “How does this compare to other Avengers? I gush about Banner like a teenager.”

“Well, sir, while you and Ms. (Y/l/n) have high positive dialogue about other Avengers, all of them have at least a 10% decrease compared to each other. And heartrate varies depending on the topic of conversation.”

Tony snapped his fingers. “Am I excluding all non-super friends? Include any agents, co-workers. Pep isn’t an Avenger after all.”

Friday took two seconds and responded. “You and Ms. (Y/l/n) have a significant difference in speech diagnostics when talking about or to each other compared to any other Avenger, co-worker, and friend.”

When Tony remained quiet, Friday added, “Do you want me to repeat the results?”

“You don’t need to, Friday.”

“But you’re not doing anything with the new information. Would you like me to save these findings?”

“Friday,” Tony warned. 

There was silence as the love-wrecked scientist pressed his fist between his brows. Data and cold hard facts said yes, but was it right?

“Sir?”

“Yes, Fri?”

“Would you like me to play examples for you?”

He blinked. “Examples?”

“Yes. Of you and her talking about each other positively.”

It was an invasion of privacy. Tony shouldn’t. 

“Play examples.”

Before his rational mind could tell Friday no. 

“Are you in love with him?”

Tony’s eyes widened. This was too private. It might not even be about him.”Friday-”

“Of course I am.”

“-stop playback.”

“He’s Tony Sta-”

“Playback stopped.”

Tony scrambled. “What? No, wait, go back. Play it.” Screw rational. You knew he was a narcissist. You wouldn’t expect him to hear that and stop. 

“He’s Tony Stark. Who isn’t in love with him?”

“Then, why don’t you tell him?”

“... He’s Tony Stark.”

Tony started to fiddle with something on his desk. “What does that mean?”

Friday answered, “Dr. Banner asked her if she loved you, and she said yes. This means that she’s in love with you.”

Why did he program Friday like this? “I know that. I mean, those two lines. Why does me being Tony Stark stop her from saying something?” Was it the attention? Did you want some sort of normal life away from cameras and international gossip? Maybe it was the Avenging. Having a partner who was always out risking death wasn’t ideal. 

Sure, you could be in love with him. But you couldn’t be with him. 

“Maybe you should ask her.”

There were celebrities who were able to live normal lives. Some paid to have prosthetics for going outside of moved to a remote country to get out of the spotlight. He thrived off attention, but he could give that up. Avenging, he couldn’t give that up, but maybe he could cut back. Take a mission a month instead of one a week. Or maybe take more digital missions. He wasn’t just Iron Man after all. He was a genius, could hack into the Pentagon if he really wanted to. 

“Yeah,” he said. “Maybe I could talk to her.”

~ - ~

The moment you put your bag down on your lab table, Tony said, “You’re gonna be mad.”

You narrowed your brows. “What did you do?” You pressed your palm to your chest. “Oh my god, Peter overwrote my data, didn’t he? Ugh, I know he said he’s great at managing holograms, but really, Tone, you should’ve given him a tutorial before giving him access.” You brought up your holograms to check your data and analysis. 

“That’s not it.” Tony stood next to you as you looked through your files. “I did something that invaded your privacy.”

You tilted your head. Closing the holograms, you took a deep breath and slowly asked, “How?”

Tony flashed an embarrassed grin before sighing. “You’re gonna be shocked, too, so prepare yourself.”

You did not know where this was going at all. What horrible thing could Tony have done? Steeling yourself, you took a deep breath and nodded at him to continue. 

Tony cleared his throat. “Usually, I can tell when someone has feelings for me. People are obvious about it, but you? You aren’t. So, I had Friday do some analysis on our speech patterns. Me, being in love with you, was one of my controls. You and your dialogue regarding me was the main variable. 

“Long story short, I accessed some audio of you and Bruce talking, and you said that you loved me but could never tell me.” He glanced at you. “So that’s why I need to apologize.” 

Your expression didn’t change. No, that wasn’t it. You, at first, looked confused. Now, there was just nothing. No expression. No wrinkled brow in anger of flushed cheeks in embarrassment. Nothing. 

Tony blinked. “You can shout at me now. If you were confused about when to shout at me.”

You licked your lips before taking a deep breath. “Ok, that was a lot.” You pursed your lips then opened it. But, you couldn’t really think of anything to say. You didn’t even know how to feel. “So you know that I” -you pointed at yourself and then at him- “and that I didn’t wanna tell you.” You shook your head. “Wait, do you know why I didn’t want to tell you?”

A broken scoff left Tony’s lips. “Yeah. I’m a mess.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Wait, you’re a mess? That’s why you think I don’t want to tell you?”

“Among other reasons?”

Other reasons? 

You crossed your arms. “Ok, what other reasons?”

Tony looked offended. Still, he listed, “I’m surrounded by cameras, and everyone wants some privacy. Can’t get it if you’re with me. Then, there’s the Iron Man of it all. I went into a wormhole with a nuke. That was also all over the news. Then, there’s the whole daddy issues thing. I’m working on it, but it takes a while-”

He rambled on and on, listing reason after reason, and with each one, you felt tears well up in your eyes. It was a weird mix of heartbreaking, confusing, and enraging. The emotions built up slowly with each word that left his mouth, overwhelming you to the point that you couldn’t even say how it happened. 

But, as Tony paced and talked so horribly about himself, you somehow ended up in front of him with your hands on his cheeks. 

You only realized it when Tony stopped talking and when his breath touched your lips. “What?” he asked. 

You didn’t answer. You kissed him instead. 

It was a hard press of  your lips against his. It was short, and it wasn’t much. 

But by the way Tony gripped the back of your neck and pulled you back for another kiss, you’d think it was his first kiss. You knew it wasn’t. Not just because you knew he had kissed all sorts of people before you, but because he somehow knew how to make you gasp and melt into him. 

While one hand kept you steady, the other trailed down your back and pulled you closer to him. His lips moved fluidly against yours, pushing and pulling, and everytime he moved back, you chased his lips to continue the kiss, because the softness, the passion, the fact it was finally happening, was all too good. You didn’t want it to stop.

Your hands started to move. For someone so rich, his t-shirt was rough when you twisted it between your fingers and pulled it to you. Slowly, you trailed your fingers along the side of his neck. You rubbed your thumb along his pulse point, a reminder that this was indeed real. You were kissing Tony Stark, and- He was pulling away again.

Desperate, you leaned forward, reached around to hold onto his shoulder, and kissed the side of his neck. 

He let out a breathy laugh, and before you could suck on his skin, his stubble scratched your cheek. 

You looked up at him and giggled when his nose bumped into yours. When your giggles turned into a smile, he kissed you again, a soft and short kiss, before leaning his forehead against yours. 

His thumbs rubbed circles into your waist as you lightly scratched the back of his neck. He didn’t say anything. In fact, he seemed busy gazing at you.

“Speechless, Stark?” you teased. 

He laughed. For a few seconds, he just gazed at you, seeming to prove your point. Tony’s hand began to wander, from stroking your cheek to pushing back your hair. “More confused.”

Remembering why you interrupted him, you brought your hands to his cheeks again and held him there so he couldn’t look away from you. “You are amazing, Tony. That’s the reason I didn’t want to tell you.” You shrugged. “You’re too good for me.”

His fidgeting stopped. “Well, that’s not true.”

“Tony, you’re an Avenger.”

“Technically, you are also an Avenger.”

“You’re a genius.”

“Who can’t cook scrambled eggs.”

“You literally saved the universe.”

“After producing weapons of mass destruction for decades.”

You glared at him. 

He glared back. Then, he fought back. “I don’t plan on retiring.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.”

“I have severe PTSD, anxiety, maybe ADHD, all mixed with trauma galore.”

“And I will learn to help you.”

“I couldn’t give you a normal life.”

“I’d rather have you anyway.”

He opened his mouth, but you instead told him, “I’d rather have you than anything. As long as, well, for as long as  you’ll have me.”

He raised his eyebrow. “You sure about that?”

“Positive.”

Tony shook his head with a smile. “Cause, I’d rather have you for, well, how does til you get tired of me sound?”

You laughed. “Won’t happen. But, sure.” You kissed him again.You would’ve kept going, but there was something to settle first.  “By the way, Tony?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Friday recording right now?”

“Friday records everything. It’s in the contract.”

Friday added, “I record everything that happens in the tower.”

“Ok.” You could work with that. “I’ll forgive you for the invasion of privacy.”

Tony beamed, and you couldn’t help your own smile when he did. Still, you continued, “On one condition.” Your own smile turned devious. “I want evidence that Star Spangled Banner took my ice cream.”

Tony burst out laughing. He kissed you again, a deep kiss, and when he was done, he mumbled, “God, I love you,” against your lips.

[gukguktae]

Are you still up for a request, Bts Reaction of their crush rejecting them like for a good reason like they wanted to focus on their career or something? Thank you

Title: The one that took me fcking too long to write because I want to be extra about it and I’m sorry if this isn’t what you’re expecting. (BTS reaction to being rejected)

Disclaimer: Read at your own risk, pleAzE. This is an ‘imagine’ use your imaginations. Don’t get offended if I didn’t perceive your perception because again that’s your perception. Enjoy!

AN: These are the compilation of series that I wanted to write, but doesn’t have the energy to do something about it. Just enjoy different AU of BTS, hehez.

WC: This is a wee bit lengthy, btw. like 6k words more or less.

Request: BTS REACTION TO BEING REJECTED (GOOD REJECTION???)

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Namjoon (College AU) [[Fluff]]

"Okay, I think I got it!" You fix your reading glasses that you're only comfortable enough to wear it in front of Joon. You started to explain to him what you think is the solution to a calculus equation that you’ve been working on.

Namjoon is kind enough to tutor you every night for the past 3 months. He's two years ahead of you, a college senior. You'd be lying to yourself if you say that you're not catching feelings for him. He's a really sweet guy, he never makes you wait, never makes fun if you make mistakes and to top all that off he's incredibly hot- smart.

He winced when he found your mistake, then hums as if asking if you were sure about what you said.

"What?" You stop and scan your work.

"Derivative." Raising an eyebrow to signal him to continue, "Remember that you’ll need to convert the roots to fractional exponents before you start taking the derivative."

You bump your head on the table, "I give up." Lightly knocking your forehead on the hard surface over and over while muttering your last words.

Namjoon slips his palm underneath, "Stop that, you'll bruise." He raises your head, "Don't give up, you almost got it!"

Looking at him with sad eyes, "You're so good to me. Thank you, Joonie." Laying your forehead on his clavicle. "Your future girl would be the luckiest." You muttered.

"That could be you." Namjoon said.

"What?" Your eyes widen as you shot your head up.

"Be the lucky girl."

Inhaling to speak, but you couldn't find the right words. His face is extremely serious and its making you blush, he fixes your glasses for you before forming a smile. He sensed that his confession is making you uncomfortable, because you've been staring at him the whole time, but he's been trying to say it for week and couldn’t pass up the opportunity.

"I like you, YN-"

"So the derivative... has to... uhm.. what was it?" Using the back of the pen to scratch part of your scalp and to avoid his gaze as well.

"I'm serious, YN."

Sighing before swiveling to face him, "Joon, I am flattered, believe me." Turning your attention to the vase behind him to be able to spill the next words, "It's just that, I'm swamp right now. I want to finish college in the least, you're graduating and have dreams of your own. No offense and I mean this in the sweetest way I can, but relationships are tiring. It consumes so much energy and time, and I want to— I have to finish college and I want to see you thrive too!"

At this point you really don't know what kind of reaction you expect, but Namjoon smiled and scrunched his nose. "You're fucking adorable when you ramble." He chuckle while pinching you cheeks.

"Joonie-"

"I get it, YN. All I'm saying is that I like you and I want you to know that. I'm not asking you to be mine or anything-"

"Ouch?" Questioning yourself if you just assuming everything after pouring your guts out.

"No, no. I mean... I can wait. I will wait for you. I am always going to be here for you even after I graduated, I can tutor you in any subject you want. I will be there during your speech at graduation if you manage to be top of the class. I like you that much... even though you can't do math."

His smile after the end of his speech made your heart skip. You felt your face heat up; if he keeps quiet enough Namjoon could hear your heart beating through your chest.

"Now, where were we?" He turn his attention back in the table with scattered books while you're staring at him wondering how lucky you'll be if you ended up with him.

Jin (Elites AU) [[Angst, Fluff]]

Yawning as the person on stage rambling about helping the poverty through this gala. Which everyone know is a lie, if the money they spent on this even plus their clothes put to together, the poverty could be lessen by almost half the percent. Looking around, you found someone familiar, almost immediately your face lights up, excuses yourself to your family table. Your father eyed you, but you didn't care.

"Seokjin!" You exclaimed as you hug him with joy. "You're back."

He places the champagne flute on the table to hug you back, "Yeah, just for a few days. How are you?" Jin's smile lingers as he release you to examine your face.

You met Jin during college days; he's majoring in business while you minor in it. It's one of the must when you're part of a business family, Jin just happens to be the first heir in his family so he has to major. Ever since then you guys became close friends up until you graduated, but he moved to US for a year and this is the first time you’re seeing him again.

"I'm good, I’m good! I just started working for my Father."

"Oof, that can't be good?"

"Tell me about it." Rolling your eyes, "So anyway, how about, how’s life in the states? I heard about your wedding."

He just smiled softly and bows his head; it was a weird subject for him, especially if you're the one asking. Seokjin was hoping you wouldn’t know, but news comes fast. You rub his shoulders to assure if he’s okay.

"Sorry for asking. Do you want to get out of here?"

He nodded; you followed him to a gazebo just outside the place. It's beautifully lit and the rush of the water from the fountain beside it, together with the chirping noise by the crickets, made the night sound so peaceful.

"About my wedding..."

"You don't have to tell me if it makes you uncomfortable." Assuring him with a smile.

Seokjin sighs and lean against the banister, "It sucks. I wish I didn't have to."

That was your wish as well, ever since college you had a slight crush on him. He was the only thing that makes you excited to attend business classes because you get to study together and you're always his first choice during partner or group projects. It saddens you when you heard the new from your parents that he's about to marry someone he doesn't even know, what’s even more sad is that he didn’t tell you first.

You went on his side to lean too, "I'm sorry, Jinnie. Have you met her?"

"Yeah, once. She's kind of... you know or maybe I'm not use to her yet." He crosses his arms. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything." Crossing your arms as well, the cold breeze that passes you made you shiver. Spaghetti strap dress isn't really cutting in this cold summer night.

Jin notices you shudder, without second thought he removes his coat and hangs it over your shoulder. He looks down on you while he does so, you're burning red face and wide eyes made him smile. The warm clothing almost made you moan because of comfort, you could smell his cologne in it as well. That woody whiff with a hint of citrus, the same smell he has on his hoodies that you always barrow whenever you're around him. It was too nostalgic.

"This is probably the worst timing ever or completely unnecessary to be said out loud considering my situation, but..." He trailed, "I like you, YN. Ever since I saw you Freshman College."

You felt flustered, like your stomach and chest are about to burst. Not knowing what to say or how to react to his confession. “I-“

"And before you say anything," He covered your lips with his index then immediately removed it, "I am not saying this because I want you to help me out in this wedding or whatever, because there's no way out believe me I've tried multiple times. I'm saying this because I want this out of my chest and I want to hear you reject me… please.”

You swallow thickly staring into his eyes, his charming eyes and god like features that always takes your breath away. You remain silent as he continues "Because it'll be much harder for me knowing that I have a shot with you and I can't do anything about it."

"Seokjin," Placing your hand on his chest seems to calm him down, "First of all, you have to breathe, okay?"

He nodded and exhales slowly letting all his anxiety out, "Sorry."

"Oh- No, please don't be sorry." You look down on your shoes to steady yourself before looking back up in his eyes, "I appreciate that you like me, I liked you too-"

He sighs and clenched his jaw that was the last thing he wanted to hear from you.

"However, I can't be with you not because I don't want to, but because of the circumstances of our lives. We may be in the same group, but we're still two worlds apart. I was okay being your friend, I get to lean on you and vice versa. I am still your friend, you can call me whenever you want and I will be there."

Jin closes his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose. This is the first time that someone rejected him and he feels good afterwards, he don't know if you're saying those things just to make him feel better, but he was thankful. It made his eyes water.

"Do you want to go back-"

He pulls you in his chest, Jin's towering body and broad shoulder envelopes your small frame. His hand is resting on your lower back while the other is on the back of your head, you turn your head to lay it on his chest and extending your arms to wraparound his torso, you could hear his heart pounding like crazy. It feels warm and painful at the same time, sharing a hug– like it will be the last time.

Hoseok (Mafia AU) [[Angst]]

The clicking of your red bottom heels echoes through an empty and vast hallway, the black marble tiles that connected to a grey wall which is filled with modern artworks that complemented the area. You stop in front of a double door with intricate design all over them, on each side there are two large men in suits guarding. They didn’t bother to look at you, but they opened the doors for you.

“Why did you call me here?”

You found him standing in front of the window with phone in his ear, his voice is muffled, but you heard him threaten who ever he’s talking to. Hoseok’s face softens when he felt you presence as he turns around. Placing your purse next to you on his receiving couch, and you crosses your legs.

“He better be dead when I called you back later.” He tosses his phone on his table and his whole demeanor changes once he made eye contact with you. “Hey, you.” His sweet smile flashes.

Hoseok sat across, man spreading his legs and slumps his arms on the back-rest of the couch, his smirk says a lot why you’re here. He’s been bothering you for weeks ever since he met you at the shooting range, you were with your father which coincidentally he’s close with. Hoseok done everything to get your attention, he even asked your father for your hand in marriage, but thank God your Dad knows you better than anyone else.

“Why did you come?” His smugness made you smile in annoyance; he can’t be that cocky after your multiple rejections. “I wasn’t expecting you, if I can be honest, but since you’re here…”

“Look, I am here to tell you one last time-“

“Let’s have dinner.” Hoseok stood up and one of his men, which came out of nowhere, handed him his coat. “Just one dinner with me YN.”

You stood up to fix his tie; you’ve been warned about him. He doesn’t take no for an answer, but they didn’t warn him about you. He’s a good looking guy. Hell, he’s hot as fuck no one could deny that. If only you could say yes, but his lifestyle are not for you… anymore. It’s been a year since you’re trying not to assassinate anyone and you’re not planning on going back to that routine. You just know that once you fell in his rabbit hole it wouldn’t take you long to break and kill anyone for him. So, no you’re not taking that dinner and you’re going to run as far as you can from Jung Hoseok.

“The answer is still no.” You shake some imaginary dust on his shoulder, “But thank you.”

Blessing his cheeks with a peck before turning your heels to grab your purse.

“You’re really underestimating me are you?” He walks towards you and ran his hands on your arms down to your hips, swaying you slowly before making an intense eye contact. “I will follow you through the ends of the world just to make you say yes.”

Chuckling while shaking your head, you remove his grips and walks away from him. Hoseok was smiling to himself knowing he got through you. His last words made you stop your tracks. “I’ll see you in Spain, YN.”

No one knew about your plans not even your Dad, you didn’t even say them out loud. Fortunately, he can’t witness your confusion and alarmed face. The huge doors opened up, you took a deep breath and continue to walk away. Asking yourself, did you really avoid his rabbit hole?

Taehyung (Doctor AU) [[Angst, Fluff]]

Staring at a wall clock that says 9:15 am, you follow the minute hand smoothly moving around. Your therapist is never late, but this time he is and it fascinates you, without knowing why. Finally, the door swung open and spits out Dr. Kim or just Taehyung as he prefers, he was panting with a cup of strawberry smoothie in hand.

“I am so sorry!” He places his drink on the table without putting a coaster under it, which made you feel icky for a moment. Taehyung slips in his white coat that you actually hate because of the ink stain on its pocket that he says don’t exist, but you know it’s there.

“I had a flat tire.” He said.

You just smile at him and nodded. “It’s okay.”

Taehyung stops just to look at you, “…Really?”

“Not really, but I’m trying to be okay about it.”

“And how’s that makes you feel?”

Thinking for a moment, “Irritable?”

He grabs his clip board together with his drink that clearly made a water ring on his wooden desk, sat on his usual chair and crossing his legs before he writes down something.

“So, how did your morning went?” He asks looking up to you, “Did you do anything that I suggested?”

“Yeah” Straightening your back. “I didn’t arrange the fruit bowl right after I took one apple and I tried eating the apple by just biting, but I couldn’t and just cut it to pieces.”

He scribbles more, “Good, good. That made you feel…”

“Itchy? My palm itches to fix the fruit bowl, but like you said just take a deep breath. I think it worked?”

Taehyung asks a few more questions to you, this therapy session that you clearly don’t need has been going twice every week for the past month now. Your mother bugged you to see him, just because she’s friends with his Mom, almost as if they see your sessions with Taehyung as play-dates.

As you tell Taehyung your stories he couldn’t stop thinking how cute you look. The way that your lips pout when you’re reliving something irritable or just the way you keep yourself in check if you’re sitting properly and not crossing the line on the sofa. He shouldn’t find that attractive, but you’re quirks making him smile, it makes his heart flutter. It’s clear to him that he can’t date his patient, however, the times that he wished you weren’t one of his is becoming alarming to him.

“… then, that’s it.” You finished your story about your whole week with a grin. Including the things you know he’ll be proud off. He was just staring at you, his wide eyes and lip chewing bothered you. “Taehyung?”

“Yeah? I mean great! Good job! Uhm..” Clearing his throat as he fake scribble and fake read something from his clip board. He gave you some advice on what else to do when your disorder hits, you nodded and tells him that you’ll try. “I guess… that’s it for today. Do you have any questions?”

Shaking your head, “I have something to say, though.”

“Go ahead.”

“This is going to be my last session.” Keeping your gaze on his, he didn’t change mood, but Taehyung stiffen. “I did have fun and learned a lot from you, Dr. Kim Taehyung.”

“Wha- Why?”

You look up on his wooden table to think and all you could notice is the pooling of water from his drink earlier. Brushing it off, “Because I know you like me.”

Taehyung lick both on his lips, which you notice is another habit of him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re mother told my mother and my mother told me that you’re starting to like me.” He drops his board on the coffee table in disbelief, balling your fist as you stop yourself from straightening the thing.

“YN, that’s not– I am so sorry about my–“

You look up to him again, “Whether it is true or not, I have decided. It’s okay… actually, it’s not. I have spent 3 sleepless days making this decision. Ironically, that’s what made me make this decision.”

Taehyung was still too shock to speak, he doesn’t know what to say and what to feel, other than being sad that you’re leaving. All he knows is that he’s angry at his Mom for blabbing something about him. Goosebumps all over his body and he thinks he could vomit his breakfast right now. He should know how to act during this situations, but why is it overwhelming him?

“What I am about to say is going to be long but I want you to listen carefully. I have decided that I cannot see you anymore because one way or another one of us is going to be falling in love and we can't be together because… well, you're my therapist.”

Taehyung raises his hand to stop you, “Elaborate, how can you be sure that one of us will be falling in love.”

“For starters you already like me” He clenches his jaw, but nodded at you to proceed. “And maybe, just maybe… maybe, I like you too because I notice things that I know I shouldn’t or maybe I should, but they bother me every time. Like that freckle on the top of your nose. I notice how you have a habit of chewing your lips and that you only drink strawberry smoothie or just the fact that you actually like the color green and the only the living thing that you love is actually your dog.”

“YN, you know we can still continue our sessions-“

“Like I said, I already made up my mind. Since this will be the last time I am seeing you, I want you to know that I think you’re cute especially when you focus on something.”

Smiling lightly at Taehyung, examining and remembering his face one last time before you stand up to leave.

“YN, wait!” He tried to reach for you, but his hand hangs on nothing. “Since you’re really certain that this will be the last time we will see each other, I just want to say thank you for being a good patient and I also want you to know that you’re beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful.”

Grinning at him one last time before you grab your purse and pull out a piece of Kleenex to wipe the water ring on his table. “Sorry, it’s been bothering me.” You shrugged before heading out.

Jeongguk (Bestfriend AU) [[Angst]]

The moment you open the door at Jeon’s you immediately knew that his mom is cooking something incredible. You made a fist and mumbled ‘yes’ as a celebration for your perfect timing.

“Eomma!” You whine as you saw Jeongguk’s mom in front of a pot stirring, “I smelled your cooking all the way from our house!”

She mumbles something in Korean, about you being a liar. “This will take a moment. For the mean time get some senses to your best friend that’s passing on the opportunity for a scholarship!”

“Huh?”

“He received a letter earlier-“ Jeongguk’s father came in looking for something. “It’s in the drawer in the living room.” They had an argument, so you just slip and went to JK’s room.

You could hear Jk’s amazing voice mixing with the music his playing, giggling to yourself as you sneak to surprise him. “Jaykay!” You screamed when you open the door widely. “Ah!”

He was shirtless, wide eyed with a bottle of lotion in his hand that he uses as a mic. “Yah!”

“Put some shirt on! Euck!” You lowered his speaker volume, he jump down from his bed cursing on you for ruining his mini concert.

You’ve known him since kindergarten, he was the kid who pulls on your pigtails and smile and you were the kid who punches his mouth for smiling after what he did. After that incident you became best friends, inseparable. He’ll wait for your class to finish so he could walk you home or you’ll wait for his detention to be over so you can make fun of him. It’s always been like that and as much as you want to stay that way, the both of you have to grow.

“What are you doing here? You could’ve called me to pick you up.” He voiced while he slip into a shirt.

“I did! You didn’t answer, you fool!”

“Are you going to stay the night?” His gaming chair sinks as you sat down, “Mom, just changed my sheets.”

“You’re such a child. Change your own sheet next time!”

Jeongguk rolled his eyes at you, “I just washed the porch, wanna sleep there?” You stuck your tongue out and swivel to focus on his desktop. An envelope caught your attention; he was quick to pick it up before you could even stretch your arms. “Don’t”

“Okay, jumpy. Is that the scholarship?” Guk purses his lips, “Your Mom already told me, why are you being weird about this?”

“Am not. I just want to know which college you’ll go first.”

You’ve sent out your applications on your top choices and your back ups, but you’re still weren’t sure. Jeongguk’s been acting weird ever since the senior year started; he keeps asking what college you’ll pick, if you will be living in dorm or if you’re even going to college at all. He even made a joke about just getting the same course as you, just to be with you through out college.

“I haven’t heard yet. Why won’t you accept that, is it that bad?” He sighs in defeat while handing you the paper. “Bitch, this is your dream school!”

“Yeah, but it’s overseas.” Guk sat on the edge of his bed making it sink; he’s not making eye contact with you as he scratches his nape. “I’ll pass on it.”

Furrowing your brows and rolling the chair closer to him, “Are you insane?! Why? They’re practically paying for everything all you have to do is just sing and dance which you love.”

“Yeah, but I can’t be with you for years.” His voice is soft and low. “What if you forget about me?”

You look at him as if horns growing on top of his head. “JK, why are you much worried about us than your future?” He looks up over his lashes, his bambi eyes making your heart thud. You felt that he’ll say something stupid, so you continue. “We’re going to be best friends for the rest of our lives whether we like it or not, it’s literally impossible to forget you. I’ve known you since and you’ll stay in my life, you don’t have to worry about me forgetting about you. I’m thankful that I have you.”

All hope in Jeongguk’s eyes shines as you say those things. “Me too.”

“You should be! I’m awesome.” Trying to lighten up your friend’s mood. “I’ll call you every day about guys that hit on me, so you can rate them.”

And just like that every fiber in JK’s body woken up, the string in his heart tugs as he realizes you’ll never see him the way he sees you. You roll his chair back to his desktop while biting your lip as it occurs that he’ll be gone for a long time, but you don’t want him to see you tear up. On the other hand, Jeongguk’s eyes stayed on the back of your head, “I love you.” He mouthed.

Jimin (The Author is sorry AU) [[angst]]

Jimin grimaces as you pointed at the green ice cream with chocolate chips, “Ew, really? That’s minty.”

“Hey, life is short. I want to try this.” The lady behind the display handed you your cone. Jimin watch you intently as you lick your least choice of flavor, he giggles as you scowls. The minty flavor isn’t that bad, but still new you your tongue. “Okay…”

You’ve been out with Jimin for the past 3 days, he doesn’t complain though because he likes hanging out with you, but he’s a tad confuse because you’ve been in the same school for the past 3 years and this is the first time you actually hanged out. Though you talked in school once in a while, he was shocked to receive a message from you 4 days ago asking if he’s free, of course he is, Jimin will free his schedule for the only girl he’s ever head-over-heels for. Little does he know your trying to check every single silly thing in your bucket list, you figured the right person to do that is with him­­­- your crush.

“I can tell that you don’t like that.” His chuckles became deeper, “Don’t force yourself, here take mine.”

He exchanges his chocolate ice cream with yours. A smile forms your face before walking down the empty path. “Hey, Jimin.” He hums while licking the drippings around the cone. “Do you believe in heaven?”

Jimin scoffs before answering, wiping the corners of his mouth. “Of course, where do you think I came from?”

Both of you burst out laughing, his eyes forms a thin line as he laughs with his whole body. “No, but seriously, do you?”

He sighs calming himself, “Yeah, there’s nothing wrong in believing in heaven. Specially, if you have someone you love, and you want them to have an incredible place to go to after you know...” Nodding at his answer, that comforts you in a way. “How about you?”

“I want to believe it, but it’s just weird thinking that there’s a place for our souls just to hang out. I wasn’t really a big peaceful-afterlife believer, but recently I’ve been thinking about it.” Jimin squinted his eyes at you, he was about to say something, “Hey! We should take pictures!”

You pull out your phone to take selfies with him, both of you smiles and made weird faces at the camera. Flipping the camera to face him, to record a video, you push the ice cream cone on his cheeks and laugh, Jimin’s mouth fell.

“Oh, you’re dead!” You ran as fast as you can from him while giggling, “YN! Come back here! I’m going to brush your teeth with this ice cream!”

He caught with you, hugging your waist as he spun you around. “No! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You pleaded while panting; Jimin corners you at a tree behind you.

“Yn, I like you.”

“You think you’re funny huh?” He wipes the chocolate goo on his face before smearing it on your nose.

Your laughs echo on the empty streets, he was still hugging you as you pipe down. You’re now just staring at each other, examining the twinkles in his eyes and smelling his fresh breath. It could be because of the laughing or the fact that you ran, but you could feel his and your heart beating through your clothes. Both of you swallows thickly, lost in the moment. You were the first to snap out of it, but Jimin held you tighter as you try to squirm.

His words were quickly processed by your brain, you shut your eyes and tears immediately fell, Jimin was taken aback from your reaction. He was confused when you opened your eyes to look at him again. “I- You can’t, Jimin.”

This wasn’t the plan of yours, he shouldn’t fall for you. You never thought of him falling for you, you were never subtle with your feelings for him and he never paid attention to them. He made it clear that you’re just a friend and nothing more- did he?

He lets go of you slowly, “Why- Why not? Do you not like me?”

“You just can’t like me now, not right now.”

“Yn, I can wait for you. How long it maybe.” He caress you face with both of his hands which you remove. He was hurt by your action, but he waits for you to answer.

Swallowing the lump in your throat before saying something, “You don’t understand, you can’t fall for me.”

“Make me understand! Are you repulsed by me, is that it? Just say that you don’t like me-“

“I have a brain tumor.” You said with a halfhearted smile and another wave of tears pooling.

The silence between the two of you was enough to hear how heavy he was breathing. Jimin eyes glistens as he scans your face, suddenly realizing what you were doing in the past 3 days that you spent together. The bucket list that you showed him, your weird questions and all those moments that you had with him was just to say good bye. A sob slips from him and he washed his face with his hands, backing up away from you.

He’s trying to stop his sobs, but his heart was burning in pain. It was never your intentions to hurt Jimin, but seeing how he reacted made you hate yourself. Questioning himself how did he missed all the signs? Why didn’t you tell him sooner? Why didn’t he notice sooner? You bit your bottom lip while letting the stream of hot tears falls down your cheeks, you were more hurt of his fallout than the fact that you can’t be with him. Jimin uses the back of his hand to cover his mouth; tears were evident on his face as he stares at you.

“Jimin,” You tried to reach for him, but he ran to hug you as tight as he can, not saying a word just trying to calm his sobs.

Yoongi (Professor AU) [[Fluff]]

“I don’t get why we have to do this!” Your friend/classmate/roommate slams the thesis papers on the ground.

Your Research professor asked the two of you to sort the papers in her office from 2014 up to 2022, “You know how she is, just a spiteful bitch.” You mutter as you slam another pile next to her.

She chuckled at your remark. “Oh, if someone hears you, you’re dead.”

It’s 8pm, most students are on their way home, no one hangs out in teachers floor anyways, so you’re not afraid- “Professor Min!”

Pursing your lip as your friend greeted a tall frame of the most terrifying professor in the campus, he doesn’t say a lot, but he’s incredibly terrifying specially the way he looks when mistakes are made in his class. His dark hair that covers his forehead really looks fluffy and soft to touch; both of his hands are in his pockets. He literally stops just to glares at the both of you before continue walking.

“Tell me, I wasn’t the only one who felt shiver down my spine.” Your friend whispers, “Jesus Christ. How can someone be that scary?”

“Isn’t he hot though?” You said.

You friend couldn’t agree more, “Yeah, well...” both of you giggle like teenagers.

You’ve already arrange the papers from 2014 up to 2018, and it only took you… 5 hours. Slamming your head on the pile of paper in front of you as you felt sleepy, “I can’t do this! She can fail me for all I care.” You grumble.

“I’m dropping out as we speak.” She’s already on her back with her eyes closed.

You shot up and took a deep breath, “I’ll get us some coffee, what do you want?”

“6 shots of espresso with redbull.”

“You’ll have an iced latte with extra shot of espresso, that’s it.” She just groans as an answer. You made your way to the creepy hallway, if a ghost appear you’d ask them to take you to the afterlife, you’re just that tired. Massaging your neck as you stride, you notice that Mr. Min’s lights were still on, did he forgot about it?

Sticking your head a bit to check, his door is still open. “Do you need anything?” You practically jump when you heard his low rumbles.

“Oh, uhm. I was just… sorry to bother. I thought you left your lights on.” He’s playing with his lips using his thumb. “I’m getting coffee, do you want anything… sir?”

Mentally kicking yourself in the guts, why did you have to ask him? You could’ve just leave him alone in his… office which looks like a studio anyway. You shrink from where you’re standing waiting for his answer, Yoongi just peering at you with his heavy eyes. Damn those sharp outlines could actually kill me if they want too.

“Just coffee.” He said flatly. “Iced.”

You just nodded and ran as fast as you can from him. Leaving Yoongi with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, “Cute.” He muttered.

He knew students are off limits, but when he saw you after he got transferred 2 years ago, he couldn’t think straight since then. Finding himself writing songs about you which he find ridiculous. There were times that he stutters each time you’re reciting in his class, so he just lessens his talking when you’re around him. When he saw you earlier sorting papers, he couldn’t help himself, but to stay. He did peek in his colleague’s office once in a while to check if you’re still there.

You don’t really want to go back and give Mr. Min his coffee, but you have no choice. Taking a deep inhale and holding it before lightly knocking on his half open door, you found him sleeping on his palm. Not knowing what to do you place the coffee on his table, carefully.

“Thank you.”

“Oh, shit- I mean, you’re welcome… sir.” You smiled and about to leave when he called your name. “You know my name?”

“You’re my student.” Ah, of course. “Could you listen to this first and tell me what you think.”

Yoongi handed his headphones to you, contemplating whether you should accept it or not. He shakes it for you to take; you place the other coffee on the table before wearing the headphones. He presses a key on his laptop, a soft beat starts playing.

He’s heart started to pound, but he’s playing it cool by biting on the inside of his lips. “Is this you rapping?” He nodded, you’re highkey impressed and lowkey falling in love. He asks you to listen to the lyrics of the song. Although his rap is incredibly fast, it’s clear enough for you to understand everyword.

The song ended with another soft beat, you handed the headphone back. “What do you think?”

You stare at his laptop while biting your lip, thinking of a positive way to say it’s good, because it’s more than that. “I like the beat and the flow, but-“

“But?” He was taken aback, by his reaction. Thinking you didn’t like the lyrics of his song. “Sorry, go on.”

“The lyrics are great, it just shows that you’re a simp.” You chuckled and realized what you just said to your professor. “I’m sorry. I’m sure your girlfriend or your wife will love it, it’s an amazing song. It shows how much you love the person.”

Simp, he thought. “What if someone wrote something like this for you?”

“I would be flattered.” You stood up to scoop the coffee. “That would an awesome way to be confessed to.”

“What if I wrote it for you?” Yoongi blurted.

You froze from where you’re standing, but you kept your gaze at him. You saw how he swallowed thickly and how his face turns bright red. “You’re funny, Mr. Min.” Laughing uncomfortably as you back away from him.

“I’m serious, YN”

Furrowing your brows at the wall before turning back to him, “But, I’m a student and… you’re you- I mean a professor. I’m sorry, I’m flattered, but I’m sorry.”

You ran as fast as you can back to your friend with eyes wide, thumping heart and short breaths. You felt your cheeks heats up together with your body temperature, you could almost feel the sweat coming out of your body just thinking about what Yoongi- Professor Min just said to you. The lyrics that you just heard suddenly all making sense and it made you blush even more. The catchy soft beat play over and over your head making you squirm even more, as much as you want it, it can’t be done. The university is really strict about relationships, and he must already know that.

“Yn! Yn! Did you saw a ghost? Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You handed her a cup.

( NamGi part 2)

She grimaces after taking a short sip, “Where’s the extra shot? This is mild.”

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i didn't proof read and grammar check this. forgive me for i am a lazy author.

[jikookiekosmos]

Stay With Me || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, husband!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: Being married to Jungkook was everything you’d wished for and more. There wasn’t a problem the two of you couldn’t tackle together, and building this life with the person you loved most was all you could ask for. But when a ghost from your past returns and threatens to pull you two apart in whatever way they can, will things still be the same?

➥Genre: established relationship, heavy angst (I’m so sorry), smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~14.2k (more of a one shot than a drabble I know, oops)

Before you continue there are darker themes explored in this drabble; please read at your own risk. Appropriate warnings are listed below.

➥Content Warnings: POV switches, feelings of anxiety from being in danger, jungkook is protective (and for good reason), we see a pissed off hoseok, (tw: harassment, violence, implied/attempted kidnapping, reader gets injured), yoongi & jimin to the rescue (bless them), jungkook is pissed off (again for good reason), jungkook cries, reader also cries, jungkook has feelings of insecurity and not being good enough, they have ✨very emotional sex✨ up against a wall, cursing (fuck is said a lot), slight hair pulling, fingering (very brief), jungkook has a big dick, unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), dirty talk, rough sex, cumming inside, aftercare, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops except there’s a twist this time around

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! However, I would highly recommend reading OFY beforehand so as to better understand the relationships between these characters since there’s a lot of history behind everything that will make more sense. (I also mentioned this in the post for OFY but for those who haven’t read it, the Kun in the story isn’t referring to any other irl person specifically, it was just a name I chose to make the initial story easier to write.)

The POV switches between the reader and a few of the characters, but this will always be indicated by the name in the switch being bolded (i.e. you or Jungkook will be in bold, etc.).

I always do this but thank you to @dntaewithluv​ for keeping me sane during the writing process and giving me feedback as well as the motivation to continue when I feel discouraged, I love you so much 💜

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait - ~6 months after OFY

When I Dream Of You - ~1 year after OFY

This fic takes place a few months after the dream drabble. I welcome feedback, so if you ever want to talk to me about my writing, please do! I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

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➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn @diorkookie @swee3tcreature​ @sugaslittlekookies​ @moonchild1​ @bangtanhome​ 

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Visiting Jungkook at the bar during his shifts had become one of your favorite pastimes over the last few years. And not just because you got to see him, but also because it gave you a chance to get closer to some of his - and now your - friends as well.

Take tonight for example: you stopped by on your way home from work, and everything happened like it usually did. Jungkook’s smile was typically the first thing to greet you when you walked through the door before he and Jimin got into a playful bickering match about bar duties.

You parked yourself in your usual stool at the bar and watched the scene before you unfold - Jimin tossing one of the bar towels to Jungkook, who caught it with ease, all the while mumbling ‘less distraction and more action, Kook.’ Jungkook slung the towel over his shoulder before making a big show out of walking over to you.

“Hey pretty lady, what can I get for you tonight?” Jungkook’s voice was dripping with charm and it made you giggle. He leaned across the bar, resting his forearms on the wood. Even when he was just standing here in a plain black t-shirt with his dark hair curling in front of his eyes you still thought he was the most ethereal person you’d ever seen.

You hummed. “Hmm, I think I’ll have just a water, thanks.” Jungkook was already moving to fix your beverage before you even finished. “Do you always greet people like this,” you teased him as he sat the glass down in front of you.

He was wiping his hands on the towel still perched on his shoulder. “Nah, I only save it for the special ones. I am a married man, after all.”

You giggled again and he reached further across the bar to give you a quick kiss before being interrupted by Jimin again.

“You two are adorable, I love that, but I really could use some help over here, Kook!”

Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes before he excused himself to tend to his actual job. You just sat and observed while you drank, looking at him with loving eyes. He was really in his element here and it showed. All his customers were always happy patrons because he treated them all well.

Yeah, everything was playing out as it normally did on nights like these.

What you weren’t expecting, however, was for that to change.

On your way to find Yoongi so you could stop by and chat with him before heading home, you passed by a booth where a few rowdy men were seated. You tried to slip past them and pay them no mind-

-until one of them caught you by the wrist.

You froze. You wondered if maybe this was someone you knew and had possibly offended by not saying hello, but one look at the table let you know you’d never seen these 3 men before in your life.

“Hey, where you off to in a rush, baby?” The pet name made your skin crawl and you wanted nothing more than to just slink away and pretend like this never happened. But it was happening, the man’s tight grip on your wrist a reminder of that.

One of the other booth members spoke up. “Yeah, why not have a seat with us and talk for a bit? You look like you’re in need of some company.”

You shook your head and tried to muster a small smile so you could turn them down easy. You’d read and heard way too often about moments like these that could turn out badly if you acted a certain way.

“No thank you, I was just on my way out,” you hoped that would be the end of it, but the man holding your wrist wasn’t having it. He jerked you down to where you were seated right beside him in the empty space of the booth, making you whimper in pain when you hit the seat hard. His other friends laughed boisterously at your distress.

You situated yourself and looked up to see if you could spot someone, anyone around that you knew. You were unfortunately at the back corner of the bar, since Yoongi’s office was around here.

You tried to get up and make a break for it, but the man pulled you down again. “C’mon sweetheart, we don’t wanna hurt you. We just wanna talk, that’s all.”

Before you could respond, another voice cut through.

“Hands off,” the voice was low and stern, making all heads at the booth turn. When you looked up you saw Hoseok standing above you, arms crossed and looking pissed.

“Hoseok,” you breathed out, grateful that he was working the floor tonight and had stopped by before the situation escalated.

Hoseok didn’t say another word as his eyes drifted down to you quickly before glaring at the man still holding on to you.

“Lighten up, man, we’re just trying to have some fun-”

“I saw the whole thing and she’s clearly not wanting to engage in your idea of ‘fun’ so again: hands off.” Hoseok’s fingers flexed around his forearm, and apparently that was all the warning they needed.

The man let go of you and shoved you away from him, almost making you fall to the ground if Hoseok hadn’t steadied you. He wrapped an arm around you before calling out.

“Joon, Jin, need a hand here!”

Within seconds, the bodyguards of the establishment - also friends of yours - were at the table, looking as intimidating as ever. The 3 men still seated were starting to look a lot less pleased about the ordeal.

“I think these 3 have had it for the night,” Hoseok stated, starting to walk the both of you away so your friends could work their magic. You looked back at them one last time, just barely catching their interaction, which consisted of Seokjin promptly putting one of the men in his place when he tried to throw a punch.

When Hoseok had you seated in an empty booth at the other end of the bar, he knelt down beside you.

“Hey. You ok?” His voice had lost all its frightening timbre, now laced with nothing but concern. You didn’t realize you were still a little shaky until you noticed yourself trembling. You nodded, the best answer you could give right now.

Hoseok patted your knee before he stood up. “Stay here, I’m going to go get Kook-”

You reached out lightning fast to grab onto his sleeve before you pleaded “Don’t.”

Hoseok’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What, why not?”

“I don’t- I don’t want him to worry.” You were telling the truth; Jungkook had been on edge lately, and things were finally starting to get somewhat back to normal. If you didn’t have to add to that worry, you didn’t want to.

Hoseok’s frown deepened. “Y/N-”

“There you are!”

That voice that always managed to make your heart flutter only made you panic more in this instance. Jungkook was walking over to your booth quickly with a huge smile on his face, waving to the two of you. Hoseok moved out of the way so Jungkook could see you more, and you tried your best to smile back.

“Hey, I’ve been looking all over for you,” Jungkook addressed you as he pushed his hair out of his face. “I thought you went to go talk to Yoongi, but he said he hadn’t seen you yet.”

“Yeah, I was just on my way, but I ran into Hoseok-”

“Y/N,” Hoseok warned. Jungkook’s smile turned into one of confusion.

“What’s going on,” Jungkook was quick to ask before you could respond. It was then that he fully noticed how you were seated, somewhat curled into yourself.

“You need to tell him,” Hoseok’s eyes were burning into yours, and Jungkook felt a small pit of unease settle in his stomach. He knelt down beside you, similar to how Hoseok had done moments prior.

“Angel, hey, talk to me. What’s this about?” Jungkook took one of your hands in his and shook it slightly before placing a kiss on the back of it.

“It’s nothing, really-”

“Some guy put his hands on her.” Hoseok clearly was over you beating around the bush.

“What,” Jungkook’s tone was slipping into one you didn’t recognize and for good reason: he sounded furious. His hand tightened around yours.

Hoseok nodded, Jungkook’s attention on him now. “Yeah, I’m glad I noticed. Saw some dude grab her wrist and pull her down into the booth with them.”

Jungkook was up on his feet, hand disappearing from yours.

“What the fuck, where did they go,” he started to walk off but Hoseok held him back.

“Joon and Jin already took care of it, don’t worry. But I still just thought you should know.” Hoseok patted Jungkook on the shoulder and you watched as his body, still visibly tense, relaxed somewhat.

“I gotta get back to work, you can take a little time though, yeah?” Hoseok started walking off after giving you one last look, almost as if he was saying sorry but you knew he did the right thing.

Jungkook took a deep breath before finally looking back at you, his face softening instantly. He slid into the seat across from you, placing his palms on the table as he looked down.

“Koo-”

“Are you ok, at least,” his voice was low, but you could still hear it just over the faint tunes of the jukebox.

“I’m fine-”

“Define fine,” he scoffed. It was clear the two of you wouldn’t get anywhere like this, so you did the only thing you could think to do: you reached out and took both his hands in yours.

Jungkook looked up then through the curtain of tresses still falling into his eyes. He sighed.

“Sorry, baby, I know I shouldn’t be acting like this. It’s just- with everything we’ve been through with him I can’t help but worry about stuff like this.”

You understood completely because you were in the same boat.

Both of you had recently been experiencing less than pleasant encounters with your ex-fiancé, Kun, who for some reason decided he had a vendetta against the two of you. A vendetta that only got worse when you both made it clear you wanted nothing to do with him ever again.

The past week had been pretty quiet, but neither of you could shake the awful feeling that Kun wasn’t gone for good. And tonight’s fiasco did nothing to help that.

“Well it’s over now and I’m ok and I didn’t get hurt so let’s try not to focus on it, yeah?” You squeezed his hands for emphasis and he sighed. The last thing you wanted was for Jungkook to be worried the rest of his shift, and he still had a few hours left.

“Yeah, I’ll try. I’m just so glad Hoseok was around...are you still wanting to talk to Yoongi?”

You nodded, happy to see Jungkook had relaxed some more from when he first sat across from you.

“I’ll take you to his office, then.” Jungkook got up, pulling you with him since his hands were still in yours. When you both were standing, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you into a hug.

He looked down at you before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Also I hate to ask but do you mind staying until I get done with my shift? I’m not too keen on the idea of you going home alone now with everything-“

You giggled and caressed his cheek. “Of course, Koo. I’ll come sit at the bar when I get done talking to Yoongi.”

Jungkook brushed his nose against yours. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you,” you responded before you reached up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. His hold around you tightened, and he deepened the kiss for only a moment before pulling back.

“Fuck, I forgot I’m at work, I need to be careful when you’re around.” He carded a hand through his hair before shaking his head to let it fall back into place.

You laughed at his flustered nature, feeling a bit flustered yourself at the fact that even now you still had such an effect on each other. “Well we are back here in a dark corner where not many people are around,” you teased.

Jungkook smirked before tickling your sides, making you laugh louder as you squirmed to get away.

“Don’t tempt me. I’d rather not get fired for public indecency if I can help it.”

“Fine, fine, I guess just take me to see Yoongi then,” you pretended to pout and were rewarded with a chuckle. He led you to the back now where Yoongi’s office was at, his hand wrapped around yours while he scanned the bar the whole way there.

When the two of you reached the familiar door, Jungkook gave your hand one last squeeze and kissed your cheek.

“I’ve gotta get back to the bar, just come chill up there when you’re done, yeah?” His eyebrows were slightly furrowed like he was still worried, but your gentle smile helped smooth them out.

“Of course. I’ll see you soon.”

You knocked on the door and after hearing Yoongi’s muffled greeting you opened it to walk through, not sparing another glance at Jungkook.

“Y/N! I was wondering when you might be stopping by.” Yoongi smiled brightly at you, always making you feel welcome no matter the circumstance. You took a seat in your usual spot across from his desk where he was currently reclining in his chair.

“Hey, Yoon. How are things?” It’d been a little while since the two of you had properly caught up since things had been so chaotic lately.

Yoongi shrugged. “Can’t complain. Business is good and we’ve been pulling in more regulars. I’d like to say it’s thanks to Jungkook but don’t tell him I told you that. Kid has a big enough head as it is.”

You couldn’t help the proud grin that stretched across your face. Jungkook had been working hard to help turn the bar into a more welcoming environment and increased his work hours to also assist with some building upgrades Yoongi had been wanting to install for years. Their business had increased exponentially as a result, so you knew Yoongi meant it when he said he had Jungkook to thank.

“I’ll be sure to keep it our little secret,” you brought your hand up to mimic a ‘shh’ expression and Yoongi chuckled.

“Perfect.” He leaned forward then, an elbow resting on his desk and his head supported by his palm. “So tell me: how’s married life?”

“It’s everything I could ever want and more. I can’t say much has changed except the whole ‘legally being bound together’ thing, since we still act the same. It’s just…nice. Really, really nice.” Your gaze drifted down to your wedding ring, and as it was with every other time you saw it, you could feel something akin to butterflies fluttering inside your stomach.

Yoongi gave you his trademark lopsided grin. “Glad to hear it. You know, I was always rooting for you two from the start.”

You feigned annoyance, playfully rolling your eyes. “I know, I know, you only tell me every chance you get.” Yoongi never took a liking to your ex-fiancé and had always favored Jungkook, this much you knew. Even before Kun turned into the person he was now, Yoongi never cared for him. And he made sure it was known.

“Have you thought about when you’re going to pop the question?” You decided to switch gears and put him on the spot, giggling at the way he seemed flustered.

“Well I uh, I’ve thought about it I just- it’s hard to figure out the right time, you know? And is she even ready for that, I can’t tell-”

“Min Yoongi, you stop that right now. She is so in love with you that I bet she’s ready for you to ask any day now, just so she can say yes like she’s been wanting to for so long now.” You had spent enough time around Yoongi and his long-term partner to know that the two were head-over-heels for each other, nearly rivaling you and Jungkook in how easy it was to tell.

Yoongi grinned. “You think so, huh?”

“No doubt in my mind. In fact-” you were cut off by the feeling of your phone vibrating in your pocket. You hastily took it out, not sure who could be calling at this hour.

It dawned on you then that you had been expecting a new client to call, and the number on your screen was one you didn’t recognize so you figured it could be them. Your boss had heavily expressed the importance of this client and their business venture they were offering, so without giving it another thought you hopped out of your chair.

“Sorry Yoon, I need to take this real quick. Do you mind if I step out the back door? It shouldn’t take too long.” You were already heading to leave his office, trying to catch the call before it stopped ringing, barely missing his soft “Go ahead.”

You bolted through the back door of the establishment, out into the dimly lit parking lot. As soon as you heard the door shut, you swiftly answered the call.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking, may I ask who’s calling?” You gave your usual greeting for work related or other conversations when you didn’t recognize the number. The silence that you were met with on the other end made a chill run down your spine.

You froze altogether when the other voice spoke.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you not to answer calls from numbers you don’t know?”

You felt your lower lip tremble. “K-Kun?”

A dark chuckle from the other end of the line. “Missed me, sweetheart?”

‘Just hang up,’ your brain was screaming at you, but you were holding your phone in an iron-tight grip, knuckles taut.

“Leave me alone and never contact me again,” you were finally able to respond, moving your arm to bring your phone down to hang up.

Your phone hit the ground before you got the chance.

Someone had come up behind you and pulled both arms behind your back, a hand coming around to muffle the scream you let out.

“Shhh,” someone whispered beside your ear. “You don’t want to make this harder for yourself, hm?”

That voice, why did you recognize that voice?

The person started dragging you off into one of the darker corners of the parking lot, ignoring your futile attempts to kick and writhe out of their grasp. You continued screaming into their palm but to no avail.

When you reached where they wanted you to be, they let you go and pushed you down onto the ground, causing your back to hit the wall and briefly knock the breath out of you. Before you could pick yourself back up, 2 other shadowy figures blocked your path. There was just enough light for you to finally make out the faces of the 3 people standing over you.

They were the same ones from earlier in the bar, the ones who had harassed you and yanked you down into their booth.

“What do you want,” you sobbed out into the night air. You were too terrified to try screaming again, afraid of what they might do. Especially now that you were across the lot, away from your phone and any chance of contacting someone else. Not to mention the fact that it was loud inside the bar, so screaming wouldn’t do you many favors anyway.

And if someone walked by, nothing would look out of the ordinary since it was just dark enough where you were to obscure the vision of anyone looking from the outside.

Before any of them could answer you, there was another sound you heard faintly in the distance: footsteps.

“Hel-,” you started to cry out, but as if they knew what you were planning, one of the men dropped down and covered your mouth again, now letting you see who was approaching behind them. Your eyes widened in terror as you took in the newcomer’s sinister grin.

You watched as Kun nodded to the other 2 men and they moved aside, while the third one still keeping your mouth covered moved slightly out of the way. Kun knelt down and moved his hand, replacing it with his own before you could scream again.

“Well well, fancy seeing you here.” Kun reached out and caressed your check with the back of his other hand, making you let out a strangled whimper as you tried to move back and away from him. He shook his head at your action and grabbed onto one of your arms now instead, pulling you and himself up in a swift motion.

His grip around your arm was painful, making you wince. Kun either didn’t notice or didn’t care. One look into his eyes was enough to see that the man you’d spent many years of your life with was completely gone with no trace left whatsoever. You didn’t know this person standing in front of you now.

And you didn’t ever want to.

“Now, I’m gonna move my hand, and you’re not gonna scream. Got it? Because if you do,” he moved forward to where his face was inches away from yours now. “I promise this will be so much worse for you. And you know I always keep my promises, don’t you?”

Kun was laughing before you could react at all, knowing good and well he’d broken several promises during your time together. He must have taken your silence as compliance because you could feel his hand relaxing around your face.

“Good girl,” the words made you shudder repulsively, wanting nothing more than for this to be just a terrible figment of your imagination and for you to be back inside at the bar waiting on Jungkook.

Jungkook. The thought of him caused a lump to form in your throat. You had no idea what Kun had planned for you, and that caused your heart to constrict as the vision of Jungkook smiling lovingly at you flashed through your mind.

You squeezed your eyes shut and felt a tear roll down your cheek. You opened them again once you felt Kun’s hand disappear.

“Ah, so you can take direction well. I guess Jungkook’s trained you somewhat since you’re his bitch now-”

“What do you want,” you asked through gritted teeth. The last thing you wanted to hear come from this man’s mouth was the name of your beloved. You didn’t want him brought up at all, the less this was focused on Jungkook the better.

But, since it was Kun, that obviously didn’t happen.

Kun laughed again, a loud, ugly sound. “What do I want? The same thing I’ve always wanted. Isn’t it obvious?”

The 3 men were crowded around both of you now, and it dawned on you then that they were blocking any means of escape for you. That didn’t bode well for you and you knew it, but you held your ground. You didn’t want to give Kun any more of the upper hand than he already had.

Kun finally dropped his other hand from your arm in favor of now caging you in against the wall. You were trapped even more now, but you just stared back at him, trying your best to look unfazed. Kun dipped his head down and you held your breath.

“What I want,” you could feel him barely hovering over your lips and the feeling made your skin crawl, “is for Jungkook to pay.”

“Pay for what,” you couldn’t help your annoyed tone. Kun’s obsession with Jungkook and ‘coming out on top’ – whatever that even meant, you weren’t entirely sure – had gotten old and you were beyond sick of it. “He owes you nothing, we owe you nothing.”

Kun hummed and shook his head, his nose almost brushing against yours, but you turned your head and let it graze against your cheek.

”I don’t think you get to decide that, not in the position you’re in, anyway. You see, I’m tired of seeing Jungkook get literally everything handed to him without trying-”

“Jungkook has worked hard for everything he has, something you wouldn’t know about,” you spat back. Kun was right, you were certainly in no position to be talking back right now, but you wouldn’t stand idly by while he slandered Jungkook just because he felt like it. “You’ve always been jealous of him-”

“Shut up, shut up!” Kun snarled, all but yelling in your face before he grabbed you by the jaw. You grimaced from the pain of it, a sound something like a scream starting but dying in your throat.

“You fucking infuriate me sometimes, you know that? I can’t believe I wasted so many years with you.” His grip around your jaw tightened as he finished talking, making it almost too hard for you to respond.

“Likewise,” you managed to get out, not being able to help the sob you let out when he squeezed more.

“Doesn’t matter.” Kun’s face stretched into that evil, Cheshire-like grin and for the first time that night you felt genuinely horrified about what his true intentions might be. “I’m not concerned with you or how you feel.”

Kun finally let go of your jaw and you let out the breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. He grabbed one of your wrists and tugged you closer, knocking you off balance and unfortunately causing you to brace yourself against his chest.

He hugged you to him and whispered in your ear: “What I do care about is seeing Jungkook’s reaction when his precious wife is suddenly nowhere to be found.”

That kicked you into fight or flight mode, eyes widening and mouth opening to scream as you flailed your hands around. Your flailing did little to help you because Kun was already dragging you alongside him away from the wall, still holding you close.

“Let me go, you psycho!” you screamed, only causing him to turn you around and put a hand over your mouth again while his other arm held you firm against his torso.

“One of you bring the car around,” Kun ordered, and you saw one of the men dashing away. As you were pulled further away from the bar, your vision was clouded with a film of tears and your muffled sobs were hidden behind Kun’s hand. You were no match for his strength, and he proved it because he was literally dragging you across the concrete despite you being so uncooperative. Gentle raindrops had just started falling from the sky, further impairing your vision.

It was then that you heard a pained grunt followed by a thud coming from a little further away, in the direction the other man had ran off to. You tried to focus your eyes to see what was happening when the next sound that graced your ears was fast footsteps as they pounded against the pavement.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!”

A familiar voice made you cry out with joy and fight harder against Kun.

“Yoongi,” you cried out, still muffled but enough to draw his attention to your face now. He was running toward Kun fast, and when he saw the position you were in, he sped up, determined to free you by any means necessary.

You briefly worried about the other men behind him, until you saw that another was already knocked down and someone else – you thought it might be Jimin – was currently fighting with the third man. While your attention was on them, you didn’t register Kun tossing you aside until it was too late.

You slipped on the now wet pavement and fell down, barely able to brace yourself for the impact in time. Your earlier vision of Jungkook smiling was the last thing to flash through your mind before your head hit the ground.

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Yoongi glanced at his watch for the second time. It’d been about 10 minutes since you stepped outside to take your phone call, and he figured it had to have been important if you were still outside.

As he was wondering whether or not to call you himself to see if everything was alright, Jimin stuck his head inside the office, peeking around the door. “Hey boss, is Y/N around?”

Yoongi sat up straight. “Yeah, she stepped outside to take a call but it’s been a few minutes. Why?”

Jimin’s face blanched. “She went alone?”

“Yeah... Jimin’s what’s going on?”

Jimin took a deep breath. “It’s probably nothing, but earlier there were some guys that straight up harassed her. They were thrown out but-“

Yoongi held a hand up. “Wait. Pause. Someone harassed her? Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?”

Jimin had stepped fully into the room now, rubbing at the back of his neck as he looked at the ground. “Well it wasn’t that long ago, so maybe nobody had the chance yet.”

Yoongi’s brows furrowed. “Does Jungkook know?”

Jimin nodded. “Yeah, he’s the one who asked me to come check on her without being too obvious about it. I think the whole thing has him spooked.”

Yoongi didn’t like the feeling that was slowly creeping up on him. He dialed your number and put the receiver to his ear, hoping to hear a busy signal on the other end.

When he was met with a series of rings, his heart started beating faster. He was up and out of his chair fully by the time he heard your voicemail greeting.

“Fuck,” he mumbled out loud to no one in particular. He was jogging over to the back door, a confused Jimin following close behind.

“Yoongi, what-”

“Not now, Jimin.” He picked up his pace, feeling his chest tighten as he approached the door. He was hoping that when he opened it you would be on the other side, because maybe you just lost track of time and your phone was on silent.

Wishful thinking helps in times of peril, right?

Yoongi pushed the door open quickly, letting it bang against the side of the bar. You were nowhere in sight, his eyes frantically searching through the lot for a trace of you.

What he was met with, though, was instead the sight of 3 - maybe 4? - dark figures across the lot, huddled in a suspicious way. His heart dropped to his stomach.

He started running, not knowing what would meet him when he did, but not caring either. As he approached, one of the figures tried to block him. He took them down easily with a single punch, making them groan in pain as their body connected with the ground. Yoongi never stopped running for even a moment.

His heart wrenched when his vision finally adjusted enough to the darkness outside and he could see you and exactly who was holding you.

“Get your fucking hands off of her!” He shouted as he continued running, getting ready to barrel into Kun at any moment.

Hearing your faint cry of his name only made him go faster when his eyes landed on your horrified face.

It was raining now but Yoongi wouldn’t let that stop him from saving you. What he didn’t anticipate was for Kun to throw you in the opposite direction, making him conflicted about who to go after now. He settled for pursuing Kun still, finally reaching him and grabbing him by the shirt.

“What the actual fuck is your problem,” Yoongi yelled in Kun’s face. Kun brought his hands up to try and tear Yoongi’s away, but they wouldn’t budge.

Kun stopped trying to fight back and smiled at Yoongi, making a fresh wave of disgust cascade over him. When Kun spoke, his voice had a calm edge to it. “I’ll just keep coming back, no matter how many times you and those idiots in there,” he jerked his head in the direction of the bar, “try to keep me away.”

Yoongi quickly spun Kun around and forced him to the ground, keeping his hands behind his back and not giving him a way to escape. “Jimin, call the cops,” he called over his shoulder before leaning closer to Kun’s face. “We may not be able to keep you away, but they certainly can with all the dirt we have on you.”

Kun chuckled slightly before grimacing when Yoongi twisted his arm further. “You know,” he huffed out, “Y/N was pretty off balance when I threw her earlier.”

Yoongi stilled. He realized that Kun was trying to distract him by making him worry about you, and unfortunately for Yoongi it was working. Especially when his eyes fell on your unmoving figure several feet away, lying on your side.

“Shit,” he jumped up and ran over to you, completely abandoning Kun, beyond caring at that point. He knelt down and turned you over. He swallowed when he saw the way your arm landed limply on the ground beside him. He embraced your upper body within his arms, shaking you a little.

“Y/N, hey, wake up,” he begged. He could feel that you were still breathing, but it was very evident your fall had knocked you out. And Yoongi knew there was no telling what happened before he even got to you, so he had no clue how injured you might actually be.

He heard footsteps approaching from behind him, splashing against the puddles that were starting to form in the parking lot. He didn’t have to look up to know it was Jimin, since the other man was calling out his name before he got there.

“Yoongi, I called them, they said – wait where did he go?” Jimin was standing over Yoongi now, looking from one area of the parking lot to the other, but Kun was nowhere in sight. “Did you let him leave?”

Yoongi’s silence prompted Jimin to finally look down and his mouth dropped open as he himself dropped to kneel next to Yoongi.

“Holy shit, what happened,” Jimin reached out to gingerly touch your arm, frown deepening when he got no response from you.

“She probably hit her head when that bastard threw her earlier. She’s just knocked out, I think,” Yoongi’s voice was lined with unbridled anger. “Go see if you can find Jin since he’s the closest thing we have to a medic right now. And get Kook.”

Jimin nodded and without another word took off toward the bar. Yoongi couldn’t fathom how Jungkook would react but he knew it wouldn’t be good. As he waited, he held you closer, trying to shield you from the rain.

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Jungkook’s fingers were drumming against the bar absentmindedly as he listened to one of his regular patrons drone on about their week as they usually did on nights like tonight. He was genuinely trying to focus on what they were saying, truly he was, but his mind had been so muddled ever since the incident earlier that he found it hard to think about anything else.

Which is exactly why he had asked Jimin to casually check in on you and Yoongi.

It’d been a few minutes and Jimin still wasn’t back; Jungkook hoped that they were all 3 chatting and Jimin was just taking his time. He did want him to be inconspicuous about it, after all.

His patron finally excused themselves to go to the restroom, and Jungkook offered them a soft smile. For a second, he allowed himself to take a deep breath and try to push any lingering negative thoughts out of his mind so he could make it through the rest of his shift.

Jungkook should’ve known better than to hope for a moment’s peace.

He heard Jimin before he saw him, colliding with the other end of the bar. Jungkook cautiously started walking over to him, trying to ignore the heavy feeling that settled over his body like a suffocating blanket.

“Kook,” Jimin panted, “we need you. Now.”

The expression on Jimin’s face and the urgency of his voice made Jungkook’s blood run cold. He wasted no time in leaving the bar as he followed Jimin, nearly running him over when Jimin stopped once they were outside. As his sight adjusted to the drizzling rain, he saw something that made him run as fast as he could before eventually falling to his knees, panic seizing his heart.

“No. No no no no no,” Jungkook was chanting over and over as he stared at you, huddled against Yoongi as he held you close. Your eyes were closed and you weren’t moving.

Jungkook’s hands were shaking, and he could feel his lips quivering. Yoongi stared at Jungkook somberly before gentle passing you over to him.

He immediately drew you to him, burying your face in his chest while he cradled the back of your head with his palm.

The rain started pouring down harder now and he knew it was pelting against his back, cold and wet enough to chill him to the bone. But Jungkook felt nothing. There was nothing but numbness as he continued to rock you gently in his arms and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Hey angel, I’m here,” his voice was unsteady. “It’s me, baby, I’ve got you. You’re gonna be ok,” his arm that was wrapped around your back tightened its hold on you and he placed his head in the crook of your neck. You still didn’t rouse, no matter what he tried, and his shoulders started to shake.

“Kook-” Yoongi had to talk loud to be heard over the sudden downpour. “We need to get her inside.” He tried reaching out to touch Jungkook’s arm but Jungkook flinched away, embracing you even tighter now as if he was trying to protect you from anything and everything.

He just wanted to protect you. And the fact that he had failed was currently eating him alive with regret.

Yoongi sighed but tried again. “Jungkook,” he said it softer this time but still loud enough, “let’s take her inside. You don’t want her to get sick.”

At the mention of your well-being potentially suffering further damage, Jungkook started to somewhat come back to his senses. He held you tight and stood up with a little help from Yoongi, making sure to keep you as close to his chest as possible so you wouldn’t get soaked and because right now, he needed you near.

When the 3 of you were inside, Yoongi ushered you all into his office since there was a small couch in there were you could lie down. Jungkook placed you as gently as possible on the couch, feeling his heart break piece by piece every second you remained unmoving. The only thing that could offer him solace was the faint rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

He dropped to sit on the floor beside the couch, holding one of your hands in his while he used his other one to brush some of your wet hair out of your face. He leaned his forehead against the arm of the couch and inhaled shakily.

Yoongi was leaning against his desk with his arms crossed, looking at the two of you. Jungkook appreciated Yoongi for giving him time to try and calm down before talking again.

“What happened,” Jungkook managed to croak after a minute or so had passed.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “Kun was here.”

Jungkook whipped his head around fast, his hair splaying water droplets on the couch. His eyes were glazed over with unshed tears, and Yoongi had never seen him look so angry.

He’d never seen Jungkook look so hurt.

“Kun did this to her,” Jungkook asked, tone low and dark, but it came out more as a statement because he already knew. He could tell by the angered inflection in Yoongi’s voice when he mentioned Kun.

Yoongi nodded. “Unfortunately. When I first made it outside, he was holding onto her, dragging her away-”

“Dragging her where,” his hand that was holding yours involuntarily squeezed harder.

Yoongi shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know, it looked like he was trying to take her to a car…”

Jungkook didn’t miss the way he trailed off. He waited for Yoongi to collect his thoughts.

 “Jungkook, I- I think he may have been trying to abduct her.”

Jungkook felt like the room had suddenly tilted. The idea of that – God, the idea of anything remotely close to that – made him feel violently ill.

He looked at your face then, noticing how it wasn’t scrunched up in pain; you actually looked quite peaceful despite the circumstances, almost like you were simply in a deep slumber. He tried hard to swallow around the ever-growing lump that was still forming in his throat when he brushed his fingertips along the length of your arm.

You were here, physically here. He could see you and he could touch you. Yoongi had saved you in time before you had been whisked away to who knows where. The fact that Kun had even dared to try to take you away… the possibility of you being gone and Jungkook not knowing where you had been taken to or if he’d ever see you again-

It made Jungkook see red.

This isn’t the life he wanted for you. He never wanted you to have to look over your shoulder in fear at the idea of someone following you, like you’d been doing the last several weeks. He never ever wanted you to get hurt, especially in such a way as this.

He could feel anger flowing through his veins, seeping into his bones and consuming him, with the only thing able to ground him right now being the feeling of your soft hand enveloped by his own.

Yoongi was saying more but Jungkook couldn’t make it out over his own voice screaming at him inside his head. His mind was waging a war with itself, questioning so many things-

Was he really the best person for you?

Was there someone out there who could protect you, who could keep you safe in ways he couldn’t?

…

Would loving you be enough if he could never fully promise you peace?

What if-

“Jungkook,” Yoongi’s stern voice cut through the thick fog of his mind and Jungkook shook his head to try clear it completely. He focused his attention on his friend that was now staring at him, sporting a frown on his face full of concern.

“Did you hear anything I just said?”

Jungkook gulped. “Honestly? No.”

Yoongi’s frown intensified. “Kook-”

“Don’t, just- please repeat it. Please.”

Yoongi sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before he continued. “I was saying that Kun threw her to the ground and that’s how she hit her head.”

Jungkook’s unoccupied hand balled into a fist and he clenched his jaw. Yoongi could see him tense up but continued speaking.

“I asked Jimin to fetch Jin seeing as he’s had more medical training than any of us and I figured it’d be better than waiting on an ambulance.”

He had barely gotten the last word out before there was hurried knocking on the door. Yoongi walked over to the door quickly to open it, and Jin rushed in without a moment’s hesitation.

“Sorry it took so long, I needed to get supplies.” He made his way to the couch, crouching down in front of it next to Jungkook. He placed the bag he was carrying down onto the ground beside him as he started sifting through it to find other things he needed. Jungkook watched Jin without really seeing him, flinching a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Kook,” Yoongi said softly as Jungkook looked up at him. “We need to let Jin look at her. C’mon,” he patted his shoulder before walking away, and Jungkook knew Yoongi expected him to follow him.

Jungkook also knew Yoongi was right, and he needed to let Jin get to work. He hated the thought of leaving you, but he knew he wasn’t going far. In fact, he wasn’t even going to leave the room, and if he was encouraged to, well-

There wasn’t anything anyone could do to make him leave that room short of physically removing him themselves. And with how wound up Jungkook was about this entire situation, that wouldn’t be an easy feat by any means.

Thankfully, Yoongi didn’t ask him to leave, opting instead to offer him his office chair. Jungkook graciously accepted the offer and sat down, briefly observing how Jin carefully examined you from across the room before he placed his head in his hands.

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Some time passed before Jungkook felt like he could properly breathe again. And he was only feeling like that now because you had finally started to stir.

As soon as the faintest noise was heard from you, Jungkook was out of his seat and in front of the couch again.

You groaned as you rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust to the light by blinking a few times. After doing this, you tilted your head to the side and your eyes landed on Jungkook. He inhaled sharply, feeling like he might break apart when you gave him the sweetest smile.

“Koo,” you breathed out softly as your hand reached up to caress his cheek. He vaguely heard Jin telling Yoongi something about you still having decent control over your motor skills being a good sign, but right now all his focus was on you specifically.

Well, he was also focusing on not having a breakdown, but you were most important.

His hand came up to cover yours that was still on his face and for the first time in what felt like ages, his lips curved upward into a smile.

“Hey, angel,” he responded. “How are you feeling?”

 Your eyebrows furrowed. “Well, my head hurts but otherwise I’m fine? A little sore, though-”

“That’s probably from your fall earlier,” Jin interrupted, pulling your attention back to him. You looked at him, bewildered.

“I fell? When did I fall?”

Yoongi and Jungkook shared a look then, and Jungkook would be lying if he said you not remembering what happened didn’t worry him.

It worried him a lot, actually.

Jin hummed. “We can talk about it later. I need to examine you now though, ok? Make sure you don’t have any signs of a concussion or something else.”

The scared look on your face made Jungkook’s chest tighten.

“O-ok, yeah, sure. Do whatever you need to,” you said as you tried to sit up straight, Jungkook and Jin both helping to steady you as you did.

It didn’t take long for Jin to conduct his examination. While he was checking you over, Yoongi relayed the events from earlier to you and Jungkook observed as the look in your eyes switched from one of confusion to one of horror the more Yoongi went on.

“I-I remember now. Right before you came out there, Kun told me-” you trailed off, speaking to Yoongi but looking over at Jungkook now. His heart started beating painfully when you paused.

“What did he tell you, baby?”

You inhaled unevenly, the sight tearing Jungkook up even more on the inside. “He told me that he wanted to see your reaction when I was nowhere to be found.”

This time, he swore his heart stopped.

So Kun had not only planned to take you away, but he wanted to make sure you couldn’t be found?

Jungkook made a promise to himself then and there that if he ever saw Kun again, he’d-

“Koo?”

Your pleading tone made Jungkook’s eyes snap back up to your face. You were trying to give him a small smile, but he could still see the fear lying behind your eyes.

“It’s going to be ok,” you attempted to reassure him. “Don’t worry.”

Jungkook had no idea how you could sit here an expect him not to worry but he didn’t want to fight you on it. You’d both had enough excitement for one night so all he did was nod and hope that would suffice for now.

His mind was starting to race again with the same kind of thoughts he had earlier, plaguing him with questions he didn’t know the answers to.

Frankly, he didn’t even know if he wanted the answers either.

Jin stood up from where he was seated on the floor, straightening himself up and stretching his long limbs. “She’s going to be fine. Just keep an eye on her for the next few days, but I don’t see anything to be alarmed about. If anything changes, you can call me but also if you’re more comfortable going to a hospital, that’s fine too. I won’t be offended.”

Jungkook smiled at his eldest friend. “Thank you, Jin. Seriously, thank you.”

Jin nodded, offering a warm smile to you before exiting the room.

Yoongi walked over to the couch and ruffled your hair. Jungkook watched the exchange with fondness, seeing two of the people he cared about most in the world also caring for each other.

“I’m so glad you’re ok,” Yoongi said, sounding utterly tired. You thanked him again for what he had done, and Jungkook left the two of you alone momentarily so he could check on Jimin and Hoseok at the bar. They entertained him for all of maybe 5 seconds before shooing him away, assuring him that they could handle things and that he should just take you home and be with you right now.

Jungkook thought nothing sounded better.

When he made it back to Yoongi’s office, he saw that you were now sitting on the armrest of the couch. Yoongi must have helped you get up from the couch, seeing as he was standing beside you, and Jungkook strode over to take his place now with an arm around your waist. Yoongi didn’t say anything about him leaving other than to wish you both a goodnight and that he would talk to Jungkook later.

Jungkook helped you walk to the car, not letting you go for even a fraction of a second, despite your teasing him about being able to walk on your own. Be that as it may, he still wouldn’t let go, because the truth of the matter was he was just too scared to.

It wasn’t until you were both in the car riding home that Jungkook let those negative thoughts devour him once more.

And this time, they were almost impossible to shake away.

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When both of you finally arrived home, Jungkook opened the door and surveyed the room before letting you go inside. You knew his paranoia was at an all-time high right now and frankly you couldn’t blame him; you were still really unsettled, too.

But you were more of the mindset that it’s in the past now and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. You never liked to dwell too long on things and Jungkook was becoming better about that as well.

You weren’t sure if it’d be that easy this time, though.

He’d barely said a word to you the whole ride home, and even now as you were both standing by the front door while he locked it, he was still eerily quiet. Once it was sufficiently locked enough by Jungkook’s standards, he gave you one last look before he started walking down the hallway. You frowned and followed him.

“Koo?”

No response.

“Baby? Talk to me.” It looked like he was trying to go to the kitchen, but it was still dark in the house since he’d barely turned on any of the lights, so you weren’t sure. Still no answer.

“Jungkook.” You called out sternly this time and just barely spotted him as he disappeared into the kitchen. When he heard you walk in, he finally spoke.

“You should eat something, what do you want?”

His voice broke your heart.

“I’m not hungry-”

“You can go lay down, Jin said you didn’t have a concussion so it should be fine. I can bring some food up for you.” He was leaning against the counter in front of the sink, his back turned to you and his head hanging somewhat.

He sounded not at all like himself, and it scared you. Not in the way that you were scared of him, but you were scared because you didn’t know what to do.

Talking was obviously getting you nowhere, so you instead walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him from behind, placing your cheek against his back. He flinched.

“Baby, please,” his voice sounded like it was breaking so you just held him tighter, hoping he could feel your love from the way you embraced him as if you never wanted to let him go.

“Koo, I need you to talk to me. I need to know what’s wrong-”

“What’s wrong is me,” he gritted out, tone louder than before and it made you jump. He then released himself from your arms and tried to walk away.

“Jungkook, wait,” you scrambled to go after him, catching him before he could disappear into another room, this time turning him around to face you. He was leaning against the wall and didn’t try to move past you anymore, but he avoided your gaze.

“Koo, look at me,” you stressed, ducking down to peek up at him. He finally raised his head so you could look into his eyes at a normal level. You noticed the tears in the corner of his eyes, and it nearly made you start crying yourself.

Jungkook never hid his vulnerability from you, he never hid anything from you. But even so, it was still a rare sight to see him cry.

“Why do you want to be around me right now,” he questioned, voice wavering and you recognized the sound. He was trying to hold himself back from crying.

“Koo, what do you mean, why wouldn’t I want to be around you? I love you-”

“I couldn’t protect you,” his voice rose in pitch, not to talk over you but because he was just so upset. “I couldn’t save you, I wasn’t around to help you- God, baby, you got fucking attacked and I wasn’t there.”

He was trembling and you tried to steady him by placing your hands on his shoulders. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks now, and they were bound to start pooling in your own eyes any second.

“None of that is your fault,” you emphasized your words by squeezing his shoulders. “Ok? No one could have predicted what that psycho was gonna do, not you, not me, not Yoongi, nobody.”

“For fuck’s sake, he almost kidnapped you-”

“But he didn’t and I’m here.” You brushed his cheek to wipe some of the tears away and he choked back a sob. “I’m here, with you, and that’s what matters.”

“I could have lost you,” he said it just above a whisper as you moved to brush the tears away from his other cheek.

You blinked back your own tears. “You didn’t lose me.”

“But I could have. We have no idea what the fuck he’s capable of and just- every time I think about what might have happened if no one got to you in time, I start to lose my mind.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up on your tip-toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips, heart lurching when he actually kissed you back and his hands found purchase on your waist as they usually did.

“You didn’t lose me. You have me. All of me. I’m right here,” you kissed him once more. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Jungkook let out a sob as he pulled you closer, nearly crushing you with his embrace. You ran your hand through his hair to try and soothe him when he leaned his forehead on your shoulder.

“I was so fucking scared,” he said against your skin. “So terrified. I love you so much,” a tender kiss was placed on the side of your neck now, and you could feel his lips still trembling.

“I love you,” your response prompted another small sob from him, “I love you more than anyone or anything else in this world and I’ll show you that everyday for the rest of my life, as long as you let me.”

“Baby-” Jungkook’s voice cracked with so much raw emotion and you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You were determined to show him your conviction behind your statement, so with your hand still buried in his hair, you pulled him down to your level once more as you crashed your lips together.

You’d never felt anything quite like the emotions that coursed through you every single time you kissed Jungkook. It didn’t matter if it was the cute good morning kisses upon waking up, the silly, laughter-filled ones that happened in the midst of playing around, or the intense ones bursting with passion that always led to something more. Each one was different and better than the last, and it was like a language between you both filled with unspoken words that demonstrated exactly what you felt.

This was one of the many ways the two of your expressed your devotion to one another, through an action as simple as kissing yet the feelings it always evoked inside of you were anything but. And even during times like tonight when you’d both endured something extremely emotional, you could still find comfort in each other through these gestures.

When you finally broke apart, you were both panting breathlessly, and Jungkook rested his forehead against yours.

“Sorry, baby,” Jungkook breathed, voice somewhat raspy. His fingers had started gripping your waist harder during the exchange, but you felt them start to loosen.

That was most definitely something you didn’t want, so you placed your hands on the sides of his face and looked him in the eyes.

“Koo,” you spoke softly, cautiously, as if you were testing the waters. “Can I give you all of me?”

His eyes sparkled with the realization of what you were implying, and for a moment you wondered if he would reject you. And if he did, that would be completely fine with you because his comfort mattered most of all to you right now, as it always did. Tonight had been a lot to deal with and you weren’t sure what mindset he would be in about this sort of thing-

That thought remained unfinished in your mind as Jungkook captured your lips again and all other rational thought went out the window. All you could focus on now was how Jungkook’s body felt melded up against yours, how his mouth was exploring yours like he’d done so many times before, how his fingers dug into your skin like he was afraid to let you go.

You jumped up and Jungkook wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking the kiss while he turned you around so that your back was against the wall. You heard a low groan come from him as you intensified the kiss before he pulled away.

“Angel, are you sure about this?” He was holding you up with help from the wall, hands placed on your thighs just underneath your ass. Your hand was playing with the hair at the nape of his neck since you knew how much he loved that. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you-”

“Koo, I’m fine. I feel fine and I’m not in pain. I promise. I want this. I want you,” you gave him another searing kiss that you felt yourself melting into. “But only if you want it too.”

Jungkook’s next kiss knocked the breath out of you and he swallowed the surprised whimper you let out. “Of course, baby. I always want you.”

His words never failed to make you feel warm all over, with love and adoration as well as arousal. Right now, you were feeling all of these things as he situated your legs around his waist in a more comfortable position.

“Do you want to do this here,” he panted as his eyes met yours again. You could tell he was getting worked up just having you like this here against the wall, so you wasted no time answering him.

“Yes Koo, please,” you urged him to continue. “Wanna feel you close. Don’t wanna wait.”

“Fuck, I mean, I could take us upstairs-” his words ended with a grunt as you drew him closer by wrapping your legs tighter around him, making him grind against you. His head dipped down to rest against your shoulder as he let out shallow breaths, his fingers threatening to make indentations in your skin.

In a somewhat frenzied manner, Jungkook put you back down on your feet so the both of you could remove your clothes, too impatient to take everything off and only getting rid of what was necessary. When both of your lower halves were bare, he secured you around his waist once more, his length rapidly hardening against your now naked thigh.

You reached in between the two of you to wrap your hand around him, and the feeling was enough to have him inhaling sharply before he kissed you with a newfound urgency. You could tell by the way he was moaning against your mouth that your teasing caresses were working and within no time he was ready. You let out a stuttered moan when Jungkook’s long fingers disappeared inside of you so he could make sure you were stretched enough.

When he deemed you prepped enough – and when you started rocking against his fingers with impatient whimpers – he withdrew so he could line himself up with you. Your already soaked folds were threatening to pull him in, and it was almost too much for him to handle in his heightened emotional state.

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, as he always did. The stretch made you lean your head back against the wall, his soft curses only spurring you on even more. On other nights you might would try to coax him to be a little rougher because you knew you could take it, but tonight you weren’t in a rush for anything, and neither was he. Tonight was about you two being together as one, relishing the way you shared this connection with each other and conveying it through this intimate act.

Both of you sighed in pleasure when Jungkook bottomed out, finally experiencing that complete closeness the two of you craved more than anything else right now. His hands gripped your ass firmly to start moving you up and down his length in slow, steady strokes. He didn’t want to take things fast or go hard tonight – he just wanted to enjoy this feeling, having you so close and yet still wanting to pull you impossibly closer.

The feeling of your warmth around him mixed with the tousling of your hands in his hair was driving him crazy. Every touch from you, no matter how small, always ignited something within him that he couldn’t explain. He was so unapologetically, wholeheartedly in love with you.

And he’d just come so close to losing you.

Pain twisted his heart as he stared at you, watching your face scrunch up in the most beautiful way. Your head was tilted back with your eyes crinkled shut while his name was falling from your lips in hushed whispers. Each thrust was pushing you further up the wall before he would bring you back down again, and your arms wound themselves around his neck to help anchor yourself further.

You looked ethereal, and Jungkook was trying so hard to focus on you and not the negative thoughts that were once again settling uncomfortably in his mind. His body was fighting itself on whether he should succumb to the pleasure he was feeling or if he should submit to the dark cloud blanketing his mind.

His change in demeanor didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Jungkook continued to move inside of you, keeping a consistent pace, but something wasn’t right. He was looking at you, but he wasn’t looking at you. He had a pained expression on his face, and that’s what kicked your own worry into gear.

“Koo, baby, hey what’s wrong?” You held his face in both of your hands and watched as he crumbled underneath your touch. He had slid his hands up to rest against your back now in an attempt to embrace you further, hands trapped in between you and the wall.

You almost started panicking when you saw the tears start to brim in his eyes again.

“I just-” he choked on a cry and your heart wrenched at the sound, “I can’t stop thinking about it.” He was still moving but his pace had slowed down to a near stop.

“Thinking about what?” You weren’t sure you wanted to know but you needed him to talk to you.

“Thinking about losing you, I can’t-”

His hands reached up higher to grasp onto your shirt you were still wearing, clenching the fabric in his fists as he dragged it down. You could feel the collar of the front of your shirt tightening around you while he hid his head in the crook of your neck and started to shake. You wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you could and ran a hand through his hair, trying to soothe him.

“Please stay,” he whispered, almost too quiet for you to hear. “Please stay with me.”

“Koo-”

“I love you so much, I don’t want to lose you,” more sobs wracked through his body. He had otherwise stilled inside of you but made no effort to move away. “I can’t lose you, I-”

“Baby, look at me.”

Jungkook slowly brought his head up to face you, the sight making you want to break down yourself. He looked so defeated, so broken, and his eyes were shining with tears he didn’t bother hiding anymore.

You cradled his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs across his cheekbones before they travelled to trace along the curves of his jawline.

You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, listening as he tried to control his erratic breathing. “I won’t leave you.”

A soft kiss on his lips. “I’ll never leave you.”

You brushed his hair back from his face, and his eyes captivated you as they swirled with so much intense emotion.

“I promised you forever, and I intend to keep it. Nothing, and no one, is going to keep me from you. I love you too much to let that happen,” you granted him a sweet smile and brushed your thumb across his lower lip that had started to quiver. He sniffled as you continued.

“Do you remember our wedding vows?”

Jungkook swallowed as he nodded, seeming a little calmer now.

Your smile widened, and your own set of fresh tears had gathered in the corners of your eyes, ready to spill. “Remember how I told I would give you all of me? That I would give you the best of me?”

He nodded again, and your heart soared at the tiny smile he presented you with.

“I promised you those things. So, no matter what happens, I’ll never leave you. And with everything life throws as us from here on out, we’ll make it through together.”

His smile was widening into the familiar, bunny-like grin you knew and loved dearly. Your Jungkook was coming back to you, and it was almost like you could see the dark fog that had surrounded him evaporating before your very eyes.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook.” You leaned up to tenderly press your lips to his once more, smiling into the kiss as he let out a content sigh. “You’re my person. My forever. Please always remember that.”

You had swept a long lock of hair back from his face as you finished your words, and while you were distracted with that, Jungkook stared at you like you hung the moon and all the stars.

Your declarations of love stirred something inside of him and it dawned on him then that he was still inside of you. This was made more evident when you shifted in his embrace, probably to make yourself more comfortable since you were still against the wall, but it caused your walls to clench around him.

He closed his eyes and groaned, the sound causing arousal to radiate throughout your body. The two of you clearly must have forgotten the position you were in but that was no longer the case when you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Fuck,” he moaned at the sight of you when he opened his eyes again, his hands letting go of your shirt in favor of settling on your waist. Your cheeks were still flushed, with drying tear stains running down them. You were panting softly and Jungkook’s heart felt like it might burst with all the love he had for you.

“I love you,” he declared while he brushed his nose with yours. “And I honestly cannot believe I forgot I was fucking you, like how does that even happen.”

You giggled, kissing the tip of his nose before you drew back to rest contentedly against the wall. “I’m not sure, but do you perhaps want to finish what we started?”

You moved your hips as best you could at your current angle, and it pushed his cock further inside you, making you both moan at the action. He captured one of your hands in his and brought it up to place a kiss on your knuckles.

“Will you still let me give you all of me,” you reiterated your phrase from earlier in the night before all of this started. Jungkook’s eyes had darkened now with lust and he gave you a sly smile.

“Always, baby,” was his response. “Question now though,” he leaned down to let his lips ghost along your neck, making you shiver, “is can you take all of me?”

You tugged on his hair for him to look up at you, making him hiss in the process. You gave him your best challenging stare, and hoped it was convincing.

“Always,” you copied him, “I can easily take anything you give me.”

Jungkook arched an eyebrow and you felt his length twitch at your words. “Is that so?

You barely had time to nod before he was pinning your hand that he was holding on the wall beside your head, his other one gripping your waist hard enough now you knew it would leave a mark.

He pulled out almost all the way before he thrusted back into you hard, making you whine embarrassingly loud. He chuckled dark and low then, squeezing your hand as he intertwined your fingers.

“Too much for you, angel?” Jungkook knew he couldn’t keep this up forever and that he’d eventually crack himself, but he never missed an opportunity to tease you like this. “Thought you said you could take everything I give you.”

You nodded vigorously, not an easy feat with your head leaning against the wall. “I can, I can take it,” you breathed out, clenching around him to try and persuade him to move again. He stuttered out a low moan, determined to not lose his composure just yet.

“Yeah? You sure? Does that mean you want more?” He was shallowly moving inside of you at a torturously slow pace, the drag of his cock against your walls pulling a loud noise of desperation from your throat.

“Please,” you begged, not even caring how desperate you sounded. You just wanted to feel him, all of him, and your core throbbed at the thought of him finally relenting and fucking you how you wanted. “Please give it to me. Please give me more.”

“Fuck, baby, I love hearing you beg for me,” Jungkook moaned, readjusting his grip on your hip. “Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

He hungrily kissed you for a few moments, sinking further into you before he pulled back, panting as he placed his forehead against yours, eyes closed.

“Angel?” His voice was low and just the tone alone made you clench.

“Y-yes?”

He opened his eyes and smiled. “You might wanna hold on tight.”

You just had enough time to wrap your unoccupied arm around his back before he started pounding into you like his life depended on it. He slammed into you repeatedly, making you scream out his name over and over again whenever he’d hit that bundle of nerves inside of you. You gripped his shirt to have something to ground yourself with, and your eyes rolled back as he increased his pace.

Jungkook was grunting into your skin, teeth grazing against your neck. “You feel so fucking good, always so tight and perfect for me, my perfect angel.” He squeezed your hand hard enough that his knuckles were taut, but it didn’t hurt you. If anything, it turned you on more because he was finally letting go, caring more about just being in the moment with you than potentially hurting you.

And you knew he still did care about that, he always would; he was Jungkook, after all. But time and time again you had pleaded with him to stop handling you like you would break under the slightest amount of pressure. This was the first time he did without hesitation or working himself up to it.

And you fucking loved it.

In fact, it was overwhelming enough to the point where you knew you weren’t going to last long at all with the way he was drilling into you. All the emotions the two of you had endured tonight mixed with the passionate entanglement you found yourself wrapped up in now, it was no surprise that you were hurtling toward your undoing at a very fast pace.

“Koo, baby, oh my God-” you finally found your voice again, running your nails down his back, hard enough that if he hadn’t been still wearing his shirt, you’re sure it would have left scratch marks.

“Fuck, angel, can feel you around me, always so good for me,” his tongue darted out past his lips before he captured your bottom one between his teeth and tugged on it gently. “Always my good girl.”

His words made you spasm around him, and he moaned loudly at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut. His damp hair was falling into his face so you brushed it back, gasping at the sight of him.

You’d seen Jungkook like this many times before, but this time? This time was different.

A few curls were still framing his face but he had his head tilted back and his lips parted as the most amazing sounds escaped from them. His brows were furrowed and he looked almost pained, but in a completely different way than he had earlier that night.

Your heart ached at the memory, but you didn’t have long to think about it before he pulled you more flush against his chest, now opting to grab your ass with both hands so he could move you up and down his cock with his strength alone.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out, “I love you so much, angel, just wanna stay with you like this forever.” He was speeding up again and with the new angle, your body felt like it was on fire. You couldn’t even make a noise as the stimulation kept hitting you in wave after wave.

“You said earlier,” Jungkook continued, a little breathless now but never letting up on his powerful thrusts, “that I was ­– fuck – that I was your person.”

You nodded, still not really able to say anything or make any sound because your orgasm was approaching fast and you didn’t want it to happen so soon. Not until you knew he was there with you.

“Did you mean it,” he asked, hooded eyes trying to search yours. You kissed him with all the strength you could muster, swallowing down his moans as your walls clenched around him.

“Of course I did. I meant everything I said earlier.” A high-pitched moan tore itself from your throat when his hips snapped into you harder at your words.

“Fuck, it always does something to me when you say things like that,” he was losing his composure now, you could tell it by the way he sounded.

His admission made you chuckle fondly. “You know, you said something similar the first time we were together.”

Jungkook opened his eyes to stare at you and grinned at the memory. “Yeah, I did. Meant it then and I mean it now too.”

“I’m glad I still have that kind of effect on you,” you responded, breaking off to moan loudly at a harsher thrust. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened, and he increased his pace, finally pulling you over the edge.

“You do, holy shit, you really do. I hope I can say the same- fuck,” Jungkook knew you were close with the way your walls kept spasming around him every few seconds. “Gonna cum for me, baby?”

You nodded and whined, holding onto his shirt for dear life while he rocked you through the first stages of your euphoric bliss. He was panting right by your ear now, the sounds making your eyes roll back.

“Go on, cum for me then. Fucking love when you cum all over my cock,” Jungkook’s filthy words had you moaning out his name. “My beautiful angel,” he continued, pulling down the collar of your shirt slightly so he could place a kiss on your collarbone. “Always so pretty for me.”

“Fuck, I’m close, Koo, want you there with me,” you opened your eyes in time to see him pulling his lip between his teeth.

“I’m right there, baby, let go for me,” he reached in between the two of you and barely brushed your clit before your sudden orgasm made you clench so hard around him that he had to throw his head back and let out a guttural moan.

“Angel, fuuuuck, I’m right there, I’m-” you crashed your lips against his and swallowed down every loud noise he made, feeling his lips tremble against yours as his hips stuttered when he filled you up with his release.

He broke apart from you with a gasp, leaning his head back and letting out a strained “holy fuck” before he looked at you again. He slowed down now, thrusting a few more times before he stilled completely, breathing hard.

He moved you away from the wall, and you thought he might put you down but instead he tightened your legs more securely around him and walked the two of you over to the nearest bathroom to shower, his lips never leaving yours the whole way there.

Thank fuck Jungkook had such great muscle memory and knew where he was going because you definitely couldn’t have pulled that off.

He stayed inside you until he was able to put you in the shower, helping you discard the rest of your clothes before he did the same and joined you. It was your usual ritual and preferred form of aftercare since the water from the shower soothed any sore muscles and it helped you get clean in the process. Not to mention it was another way for you to be close to Jungkook, him only reiterating that truth now and he pulled your back against his chest so he could massage shampoo into your hair.

“Love you,” he whispered softly, placing a kiss on your temple since you leaned your head back at the feeling of his touch. He treated you so delicately now, the complete opposite of how he was just fucking you up against the wall. You loved moments like this just as much, always receptive to everything Jungkook did, every touch that flittered across your skin.

“I love you,” was your response as you turned around to wrap your arms around his neck and pulled him into a chaste kiss. He smiled into it, his fingertips brushing against the skin right above your waist.

After your shower, Jungkook carried you upstairs, ignoring your attempts at getting him to put you down because as you told him repeatedly your legs worked just fine and you could walk by yourself. His response?

“Don’t care, still wanna carry you.”

All you could do then was huff, pulling a laugh from the man you loved so much, the sound always beautiful and able to make your heart skip a beat.

When you were both snuggled into bed, you found it hard to sleep. There were still things you two needed to discuss, but you didn’t have the energy – and not really the want – right now to bring them up.

However, Jungkook did.

“Hey,” he was running his hand through your hair as you were laying your head on his shoulder. You hummed in response.

“I’m sorry,” he started, and before you could interrupt he quickly went on. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, but I’m also sorry about how I acted earlier.”

“Koo, it’s fine-”

“Please don’t,” his eyes were pleading and you let him continue.

“It’s not fine, it’s- I get in my head sometimes and it can be hard to come back from that. You’re always able to bring me back, but tonight…fuck, it was bad.” There was a frown on his face now and you tried to make it disappear by placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I kept thinking about how maybe I’m not the best for you-”

You couldn’t help interrupting this time. “Jungkook, you are the best for me.”

“We don’t know that though-”

“I don’t have to, because I know in my heart that you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure we have the best life together, the same as I’ll do for you.” You brushed a curl out of his face before you continued, “Only for you.”

He cracked a smile. “That’s my line.”

You shrugged, giggling when Jungkook began trying to poke your sides. “Regardless though, I don’t want you feeling that way. You’re enough, Jungkook, you’re more than enough.”

His smile widened. “Really?”

“Really.” You thought about it for a second. “What can I do to convince you?”

He raised an eyebrow, eyes full of mischief. “Well, I can think of a way…” he said in a suggestive tone, making you roll your eyes before you turned away from him. His laughter fell on your ears and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.

“Hey, c’mon, you know I’m just kidding,” he turned you to face him again, running his hand up and down your side now.

“No you’re not,” you snorted.

He pretended to think about it for a moment. “Ok, you’re right- but­ I know you’re too tired so I’m half kidding? Sorta?”

It was your turn to laugh then, huddling closer to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed a kiss on his throat.

His hands found their way into your hair again, and he continued to run them through the strands long enough that you almost fell asleep until he spoke up again.

“We need to do something about him, though.”

The way he said ‘him’ let you know exactly who he was talking about.

You nodded, sliding your head up to lay in the crook of his neck. “We will. But that’s a problem for another day. Right now,” you yawned, “we need sleep.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Get some sleep, angel. I’ll stay up a little bit to make sure you’re ok. Jin said it was a good idea for tonight, anyway.”

You were already nuzzling deeper into his embrace, barely registering his words. “Mm-hmm,” came your sluggish response. “Goodnight, Koo.”

“Night, baby,” was his last response you heard before slumber took over, the feeling of his strong arms around you more comforting than anything else you’d ever known.

Jungkook stayed awake for a few hours, listening to your soft snoring and observing you as you slept peacefully. There was a gentle ache tugging at his heart as he remembered everything that you’d been through that night, but when you unconsciously snuggled closer, he felt the ache dissipate.

He made a promise to himself that whatever happened in the future, he would be there for you. He would keep you as safe as he could, and love you with everything he had.

After all, you were his person, just as he was yours, and he hoped that’s how it would stay.

[rwprincess]

Two Worlds Collided

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A/N: Oh, an anachronistic songfic from RWPrincess? But this time it’s about John Bender! :D Inspired by Never Tear Us Apart (originally by INXS in 1987, but I particularly like this Paloma Faith version)

Word Count: 2K

Synopsis: Bender met reader at the Breakfast Club and the two seemed like opposites, but they shared a common hidden sadness. Over the years, feelings and relationships change.

CW: Swearing, sexuality, Bender being a general asshole

Bender had met her the same way everyone in the Breakfast Club had, on the Saturday detention on March 24th. He had seen her in the hallways prior to that as he was always observant. He had seen everyone in the Breakfast Club before that day; but he hadn’t given her much thought. Now, he was paying attention to little else. He had no idea why he was drawn to her; they were both so different and he could never picture himself with a goody-two-shoes like that. But the way she had reacted to his more vulnerable, real moments, how she tried to make a connection with him...that stuck with him. He knew he should have learned from his disastrous blow-up with Claire that two people who were so different just wouldn’t work out. He repeated this to himself over and over, like a mantra, but it never changed how he actually felt.

After the breakup, the Breakfast Club had a split between those who chose Bender and those who chose Claire. Of course, Andrew sided with Claire unconditionally, but John considered that as no big loss. Allison tried to play the middle ground and Johnson had sided more with him, but he was surprised at the wholehearted backing he received from Y/N. He had assumed that she would either try to be neutral like Allison, or pick Claire. She had no reason to side with him, he had always come off as an aloof ass. But she had, and he was eternally grateful for that. He had originally decided to get together with Claire because the notion had a hot, forbidden quality to it. They spent time insulting each other and making out to make up for it. It was as passionate as it was destructive, so of course it couldn’t last. However, when he was alone and reflected to himself, he had been attracted to Y/N all along. She was hot, yes, but he had plenty of good-looking girls to choose from. He was more drawn to that kind, quiet inside she had displayed that day. How she had gone out of her way numerous times to reach out to him and had been genuinely nice to him. Most of the time, someone only did that to gain something for themselves. Whether it was to use him or to make themselves feel better, it depended on the person, but with Y/N that never felt like it was the case.

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart

He thought back to the first time he saw her on that Saturday, walking into the library and looking so out of place. He was already adjusting into his spot when she entered and she froze in front of all the tables like a deer-in-the-headlights, as if she had just materialized there and had no clue what she was doing. He remembered feeling both attracted to that doe-eyed look and scoffing internally at it. While she wasn’t part of the cliques that Andrew and Claire were, she had a very sheltered look to her and he was envious of that type of innocence. Her ignorance must have been bliss compared to the hell he lived each day at school and at home. She was just as out of place as the preppies or ultra-dweeb Johnson, but instead of being offended by that notion, she looked terrified. She meekly put her items on the front-row desk opposite to him and he thought about all the fun he could poke at everyone here, including her. However, the first blow did not land well. Bender loved making people uncomfortable, but he didn’t necessarily want to make them cry. He’d made some off-handed remark towards her. He had been circling her and eyeing her, employing the discomfort he liked inflicting, trying to ‘guess’ why she was in detention. “I bet you were caught fooling around with a teacher, right? Always the quiet ones that you’d least suspect…”

John Bender rarely regretted his words or actions. He knew he was an asshole and let unfiltered thoughts through so that he could be the center of attention. In doing so, he had to stand by all the shit he said, even when he crossed a line. This was one of the scattered occasions in which he felt remorse, though. She didn’t reply, not verbally, anyway, but she looked scared shitless and was rooted to the spot. Tears instantly sprang up in her eyes and she looked as if she were about to hurl right on his combat boots. He backed off after that. He didn’t apologize, because that’s not something John Bender could have on his reputation, but he didn’t target her. There was something so sincere about her reaction and he saw himself reflected in that expression. Not the tough-as-nails persona he projected, but his secret self who had seen too much too early in life and could barely stand another blow. He didn’t know what her deal was, but there was a heavy sadness behind those eyes that was far too real for him to tamper with.

When he had shown the group his souvenir for spilling paint in his garage, courtesy of his father, she must have seen that reflection back. No one in that group actually knew him. They all thought he was a lying sack of shit; what could he say? His reputation preceded him. But he caught her gaze as he backed away from the group, and the sadness in her recognized the sadness in him. He felt an odd sort of click, a mutual understanding, but he turned away from them all and trashed the library.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

That was months ago, and out of everyone he met that day, she was the one who truly stuck by him. He’d surprisingly connected with Johnson, sure. Everybody likes to get high and Bender was the supplier. And he and Allison had similar interests, but she wouldn’t give up Andrew and with that territory came Claire...there was just no going back to that. But Bender still had Y/N, and he could never understand it. The first time he had brought her into his friend circle, he tried to justify it as sticking to his word and ‘having the balls to stand up to his friends’ like he had told Claire to do. He also reasoned that it was some sort of social experiment. As much as he liked to portray himself as someone who couldn’t care less, Bender was entirely social. He craved attention and admiration for others and could read just about anyone like a book. Maybe that’s why he didn’t mess with Y/N after that first comment landed so wrongly. He felt like he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling and decided to back off. However, it wasn’t just some ‘watch and see how she interacts’ set up; Bender genuinely wanted her there. He wanted to integrate her into his life.

She was still extremely quiet, mostly a speak-when-you’re-spoken-to type, but he started to peel back layers in her personality. He found that, despite that lurking sadness, there was an unending pool of optimism. She tried to see the best in situations and in people. She meshed incredibly well with his friends because she listened instead of judged. She would nod along like she knew exactly what they were talking about and how they felt. He started to develop an attachment to her. While he was still dating Claire, he told himself it was akin to having a pet. Y/N was like a goldfish that he could tell his problems to and know the secret would be kept. But after Claire, he realized that wasn’t the case...particularly when he sought Y/N’s comfort above all else. He divulged the entire last big fight he and Claire had to her, and she was just so...reassuring. After that day, he began to see her in a different light. He argued with himself over what his feelings and intentions actually were, but he couldn’t keep them at bay for long. She was good for Bender. He had never felt lighter.

Of course, Bender had not known stability in his life ever, and the risk of falling for Y/N and having it mean something and being accountable to one person overwhelmed him. He did what he knew best: he fought it and ran away from it. At first, he tried to avoid her, just distance himself. But he’d gravitate back; being without her was too heavy to bear. He wanted to try to actively push her away, to fuck up this relationship with his words, just like he did with everything else. But when he opened his mouth to try to lie, to say he didn’t need her or want her around or whatever, he would look into her eyes and it became impossible. He remembered the way he had shaken her to her core the first day they met, and he couldn’t allow himself to bring that sadness up again in her.

We could live for a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears

Eventually, he gave in. While he was able to control his words to not say anything harmful, he wasn’t able to contain them from slipping up and telling her, “Dammit, I love you!” It wasn’t in a context that could be taken as joking or being said flippantly; she knew immediately what he meant and that he meant those words, wholly.

She took his face in her hands and told him, “I love you, too.” There was no turning back, and as the years passed, they fell deeply in love. He'd dug up her secrets and fears, but she seemed to trust him enough to not use them against her in any way. They both dreaded the prospect of never getting out of Shermer and falling into the same circular trap their parents had. However, he reassured her that the moment they had the opportunity, they would bust out of there. He lucked out that Claire had never asked for her diamond earring back. It was probably one of many and she had forgotten she had even given it to him as a token. He decided to pawn it to top-off the savings he and Y/N had accrued. "You're too good for me, you're sure as hell too good for this place,'' he told her. The trade-in was enough to get them out of town and start anew, but only one of them could really ‘move up’ for now. While they argued back and forth about who should get to pursue which dream, Bender rationalized to her, “I was barely cut out for high school. I can’t really do college. And that’s okay. You’re the brains in this relationship, I’m the beauty.” He winked at her and with her laughter as response, that sealed the deal of who was going to school.

I told you

That we could fly

'Cause we all have wings

But some of us don't know why

She searched the crowd, holding her diploma. Bender had supported her both financially and emotionally these last four years and now they had the degree to prove it. She felt pride in being able to take over from him and let him follow a new path. He had always been good with his hands, but despite his protests, he was good with his mind too. He was a sharp-thinker and she knew that he could make a career that he loved out of that. She’d be there to push and brace him as he had done for her. Finally, she spotted him. When their eyes connected, she felt that same crackle that she had the first day they had met, all those years ago. Before the friendship and the love, she knew there was a spark there, that they were two of a kind, even though they were so different.

I, I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

[phoenixyfriend]

ok. karin vs anakin's genome being 50% the Force. go

Jesus fuck, okay. Uh, fair warning, I know very little about this subject, so it’s 90% bullshit. I am in no way qualified to talk about biology past the high school level.

Anakin's sixteen. He's part of a set of Jedi assigned to a weird mission regarding making contact with an isolated planet of near-humans with superpowers but no space travel. He doesn’t really have a Job here and now, he’s just there as Obi-Wan’s plus-one. There's an underlying plot about Sidious trying to acquire people from Ninja Land, but none of the Jedi are fully aware of it. Mostly they're distracted by all the ninjas and their bitching.

They call it the Shinobi Planet, because nobody can agree on a name for the planet when they ask and the last major international alliance was named after the shinobi profession, right? Good enough, you can change it later when you idiots can agree on literally anything, oh my god. The Samurai are very offended and it's a whole thing.

Anakin wanders a lot. He runs into various strange people and is mostly polite because, listen, half his friends are distinctly not human. When your immediate circle includes nautolans and besalisks and twi’leks and whatever the fuck Yoda is, you’re not gonna blink at a Hoshigaki or... uh... okay that kid just turned into a giant fox, is anybody gonna--no? That’s normal? Just him? Cool, cool, cool.

There’s a kage summit involved in the negotiations going on. IDK what’s being negotiated, probably something to get the ninjas to set up a singular spaceport so there’s somewhere to land WITHOUT ships being regularly shot down by village defense systems powered by that massive flaming purple skeleton warrior or the girl who punched down a mountain or the.. the literal desert? There’s a guy that can control the desert? Is there any way of keeping him away from Anakin?

(Gaara’s tickled pink that the reason someone wants to stay away from him has nothing to do with fear or respect for authority, and everything to do with ‘he is also from the desert and fucking hates it, so he’s staying away from the sand powers,’ because it’s very novel and kind of funny.)

ANYWAY where was I. Uh. Right, kage summit, lots of villages, they invite smaller villages to pitch in, but nobody ever ever ever wants Orochimaru anywhere near this situation, for hopefully obvious reasons, so Otogakure sends Karin.

Really, who else was it gonna be? Suigetsu? You want Suigetsu representing you on an interstellar political field? You want Juugo before he’s stabilized? You want Sasuke, master of ruining kage summits? You want these idiots representing you at the big kids’ table?

They send Karin. She’s a bitch with a temper, but at least she’s not as big of a political risk as... literally anyone else from the snakepit.

Anyway, Anakin wanders around, meeting people, trying foods, showing off when asked for demonstrations. He doesn’t have an Entire Protocol Droid, but he did cobble together a little floating helper that can do translations for him. Assume all translations are accurate and being done by the little helper bot. Bot’s name is G1-0T. Anakin calls it Glot.

He runs into Karin at one point, who’s not super into the whole situation, but at least Anakin’s interesting. She’s not interested in him, because he’s sixteen and she’s like... mid-twenties. And his hair is stupid. But! All these force-sensitive people feel weird to her, because sensor stuff, and it’s not chakra but it’s... something. Anakin is, of course, the weirdest.

(There are non-sensitives in the envoy, so she knows it’s not just a space thing.)

She strikes up a conversation about it, because hey, she hasn’t made it this far to not lean into... you know, being the kind of person who barges ahead with Weird Questions that might lead into fun science stuff.

Anakin is like. Well. This woman’s very strange, but it’s not like there’s anything against talking about midichlorians to random people. It’s easy enough to look up in the core. Not everyone knows about them, but it’s not a secret or anything.

“Wow,” Karin says, though not in so many words, “that sounds incredibly strange, and actually a lot like it functions completely differently from chakra, though maybe it intersects with nature chakra somehow. Can I take a blood sample?”

Anakin doesn’t want to give a blood sample to a stranger. Karin isn’t stupid enough to try to steal one. She’s seen what this Force Stuff can do, and this kid’s got a lot of it. She hasn’t got enough information on hand about it to know if he’d notice.

“How about I let you look at the blood of a guy that can turn into water?” Karin asks, because she’s not going to let him look at her blood. “I’ve got it with me.”

“...why?” Anakin asks, reasonably disturbed.

“He owes me,” she says, and does not elaborate.

“What, there’s nothing weird about your blood to share?” Anakin demands, like the ornery little bastard he is.

“People took my blood against my will for over a decade,” Karin says, with the kind of smile that threatens a stabbing. This is not secret information. Her healing factor is in the bingo book. Plenty of people still want her dead. “Nobody gets my blood except me.”

Anakin has no idea what to do with that answer. Most people wouldn’t know what to do with that answer. It’s not exactly a standard answer.

“So there is something weird about your--e chu ta what the fuck are those scars?”

Karin looks at her arm. She looks back at him. She raises an eyebrow.

“What do you think they are?”

He stares a little longer, and then very carefully does not say anything as she pushes her sleeve back down.

“So can I look at your blood?” she asks again.

“Uh--”

“You can look at mine under a microscope,” she wheedles. “You can’t take any, though.”

Anakin... does eventually agree. Eventually.

-----------

There is a very angry redhead yelling at a machine, and Anakin does not know what to do.

“Is something wr--”

“What the fuck is your blood?” she demands. “It’s glowing in ultraviolet. It burned the dye up. I tried to sequence your genome--”

“Woah, I did not agree to that.”

“--and look at this. Look at this!”

“I don’t know how to read your graphs. None of this is a language I know.”

“It’s garbage,” she hisses at him. Glot takes a few moments to process it. “Look at this. This is supposed to--fuck, where’s the Jiraiya file, he’s standard--this is what it’s supposed to look like for most humans with chakra. And this is a civilian, and a few bloodline users--”

“Do you just carry these around with you?”

“Shut up, you don’t exist. You have--you have more in common with summons than people. I ran a blood test on one of your human diplomats, the ones that aren’t monks--”

“When did they agree to that?”

“They didn’t, I’m just sneaky.”

“I should tell Obi-W--”

“STAY THERE, I’M NOT DONE YELLING YET. Do you see this? Do you see this shit? This is the one and only time I’ve managed to perform any kind of analysis on a bijuu. They don’t usually have blood. Shukaku is sand. Matatabi is literally just fire. This was almost impossible to make happen, but I did it because I’m a dedicated biomedical resea--”

“Because you’re unhinged.”

“--rcher, and you know what? You know what I’ve found?”

“What?”

“Your blood looks like you’re half demon,” she says, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking, a little wild-eyed and clearly pissed at him. “Half of it’s human! Half of it looks like the non-physical chakra manifestations that were torn-apart remnants of a godlike demon. The fuckers can’t die. They also can’t breed. They don’t have reproductive organs! This isn’t just demon-tainted like a jinchuuriki, I’ve got that analyzed--”

“Why?”

“Because my cousin’s a moron, don’t change the subject. You--you shouldn’t exist. Your blood is stupid. Fuck, is this what I’d find if I analyzed the Sage of the Six Paths?”

“The what?”

She ignores him, frowning at papers. “Is--I need to call Haruno, she might still have some of Kaguya’s blood dried on her old gloves from the war, I know she kept those as a souvenir from the whole ‘punched a god’ thing.”

“I’m sorry, the what?”

“There was a thing a few years back, godlike alien demon princess who got sealed into a moon by her sons a thousand years ago, but her immortal sentient goo child brought her back with a giant tree that consumed all the tailed beasts-the flaming fox you saw earlier is one of them--and then used a giant eyeball to reflect off the moon to put everyone in a hallucination at the same time so she could eat our life-forces,” Karin dismisses. “It’s not important.”

“There is--what?”

Jedi see many things. Many of those things are very strange.

This is a little much even for Anakin.

“It’s over, if you want the actual details, talk to my idiot cousin,” she huffs. “But now I need to run comparisons between the actual nonsense that is your entire existence and the actual nonsense that is my cousin’s existence, and maybe Sasuke’s... fuck this is going to be a mess, I’m going to have to cross-reference all the clans with bloodlines we know are derived from Kaguya, she’s the only angle we have on gods like that, unless... maybe there’s still some black Zetsu goo somewhere... Orochimaru must have kept a sample...”

“Uh, can I--can I go? I’m not comfortable here.”

“I need to find Naruto so he can call the Sage of the Six Paths out of the afterlife so I can see if I can get blood from a ghost to compare to yours.”